#Ironically I had to censor the band's name

[cirqueduroyale]

I think what matiss had done to her was so backward in a modern context. Like for rebelling she was sold into a horrific situation.

Yeah, that's a dictatorship for ya. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Fun fact: Mat and her band were partially inspired by the Russian punk rock feminist protest group, P*ssy Riot.

#Ironically I had to censor the band's name #Ha #matisse #gif warning

[sideblog-666-thousand]

Euronymous Interview in Decibel of Death, ‘87. English Translation. Ft. Euronymous’ depraved torture fantasies involving Coca-Cola.

‘Decibel of Death’ was a French fanzine from the 80s. It’s first issue was released in ‘86, and by the summer of ‘87, it switched over from French to English-language. This has been my favourite interview of Euronymous for a long time now, so I decided I’d translate it to English so that other, non-francophone, people could enjoy it too. This issue in particular is from February of ‘87, and was their fourth issue overall.

I’ll add a link to where you can find this, and other D.O.D scans, below. If anybody wants me to translate more French, or Russian, interviews, feel free to PM me.

Note: NDLR is the editor’s notes. Any commentary or context by me will be in bold and in parenthesis, so feel free to totally ignore it. If something is between “« »” it’s because it was already written in English to begin with.

Disclaimer: if some of the sentences sound like the energizer bunny is hooked on an iv rig full of pure meth, don’t blame me, I did my best. Take it up with Euronymous himself. Also, I’m not excusing Euronymous’ poor behaviour, I’m just saying his poor behaviour is kind of entertaining.

Without further ado...

D.O.D: And once again, here’s Norwegian Mayhem. If you remember, we presented them to you back in the May issue of D.O.D. Since then, they released a new demo titled “Death Crush”!! Because of this event, we decided to ask the guitarist of this rather sinister band a few questions.

D.O.D: Okay, there’s been more than a few line-up changes in Mayhem. Can you tell us what the current one is?

Euro: Alright, there’s me on guitars, Manheim on battery, Necro-butcher on drums, and our session vocalist, Maniac.

D.O.D:  And what is the medium age of the group?

Euro: We are all 18 years old.

D.O.D: How long has Mayhem been around for?

Euro: Mayhem has been around since August of ‘84 with this line-up, before that, I played in another shitty metal group that was also called Mayhem. The other members also played in a crappy band before we all met.

D.O.D: How would you describe your music?

Euro: Ah, well, it’s like a wall of sound played at extreme speed all mixed with the sound of a chainsaw!!

D.O.D: In your opinion, who are the biggest posers on this planet?

Euro: That definitely has to be the Swedish group ‘Europe’. «Fuck them!!» I hate this band!!

D.O.D: Ha ha, what would you like to do to make them suffer?

(This is the exact moment where the interviewers realize that Euronymous is literally fucking insane. The editor censors some of the things Euronymous says because he has a very vulgar manner of speaking, so, brace yourselves. To make it abundantly clear— I didn’t censor any of this, if it was me, I’d let him continue swearing ‘til next year if he wanted to. Take it up with D.O.D!)

Euro: First of all, I’d cut them and make them eat their own (bleep)!! Then, I’ll fuck them in the ass with an empty bottle of Coke, and if they’re still alive somehow, I’ll drown them in their own piss!! (NDLR: I’d do the same to a few guys in Germany and Switzerland!!) But all of this is reserved for their guitarist, drummer and bassist, I have a far crueler torture for their singer, for him, I’m simply going to break his mirror and steal his perfume!! Haaaaafuckinghah!!! (NDLR: ahahahaha, this is so much fun!!)

D.O.D: Okay, Euronymous, onto more serious topics, who composes the most in Mayhem?

Euro: It’s me and Necro, but sometimes Manheim comes up with good riffs, he actually wrote most of P.F.A (Pure Fucking Armageddon)

D.O.D: I believe thrashers reacted pretty well to your first demo, right?

Euro: Despite the zero sound of this demo. It's true that it's actually the hardcore thrashers that appreciated it, although it was the others hating it that gave us an enormous promotion like with 'Metal Forces'.

D.O.D: Has there been groups that have influenced you?

Euro: Of course, early Venom has really inspired us, although we don’t sound like them in any way. We’re also influenced by bands like Hellhammer and Sodom.

D.O.D: Mayhem is a common band name, what do you think of other Mayhem (such as NYC Mayhem, Mayhem (WC), Mayhem (Oregon))?

Euro: NYC Mayhem* are excellent, I adore them! (NDLR: me too!!) and they call themselves NYC Mayhem. But as for the other Mayhems, they stink, «fuckin’ shit»,  like the Mayhem that’s on Metal Massacre VI*, they really stink, their music isn’t destructive like ours is at all, they don’t deserve this name, I hate them!!

D.O.D: I heard you guys played a show, how did that go?

Euro: It was really «cool», it was at a small rock festival that had around 3-400 «discofucks» (NDLR: this is the censored translation) and when we went on stage with our first session vocalist “Messiah”, we broke a bass over their mouths!! We gave these idiots hell!! Ha ha!! (I’ll link the show he’s referring to below)

D.O.D: And how did your other gigs go?

Euro: For now this has been our only show!! And we don’t know how the crowds will react at the prospect of future gigs.

D.O.D: Fair. Since we’re talking about future gigs, what will those be like?

Euro: They’ll be full of occult things, we’ll play in complete darkness and there’ll be red blood spots, chandeliers, smoke, and pig heads on stakes, it’ll be totally thrashing!!

D.O.D: How’s the Norwegian thrash scene? It’s pretty dull, no?

Euro: Right now, «it sucks», there’s no audience, but it seems to be going in the right direction with bands like Vomit*, Septic Cunts, Decay Lust, and Flowers in The Dustbin.

D.O.D: And what kind of things are your lyrics about?

Euro: depravity, like tearing someone’s (bleep), eating worms, and all those fine things!!

D.O.D: What are your favourite bands?

Euro: Really hard question, there’s so many good bands coming out but I think the bands I like the most are old Venom, Deathchamber, Sodom, Necrophagia, Destruction, Death, Kreator, Poison. (No, not THAT Poison)

D.O.D: Do you ever listen to hardcore?

Euro: «Yeah» I like Chaotic Discord, Septic Death, UK Subs, and others. It hasn’t been that long since I went to see Disorder and it was awesome!!

D.O.D: Are you considering going on tour?

Euro: No, not exactly. But soon we’ll play at a Norwegian thrash festival. We’ll also play at a thrash festival in Copenhagen, and probably do a few shows with Kreator/Necrophagia in ‘87.

(No, this isn’t a typo on my end, it actually says ‘87. There’s two reasons why this might be the case. One, it could be an error on the part of the editor, who deserves an interview of his own, or two, it could be an error by Euronymous himself since the interview might have been conducted in January. Euronymous could have mixed the years up as one sometimes does. However, ‘Death Crush’, the demo, actually came out in March of ‘87. What the interviewer and Euronymous are referring to as ‘Death Crush’ is likely ‘Death Rehearsal’, which is exactly what it sounds like, and was taped back January of ‘87.)

D.O.D: I heard you guys are recording a new demo, is it ready?

Euro: We just entered the studio to record the second “Death Crush” demo, but at the moment, we only have three songs. I’m also unsure of whether or not we’ll have enough money to record anything else, and the vocals still haven’t been put to music!!

D.O.D: There’s some rumours that you guys were contacted by certain record labels, is this true?

Euro: It’s true, we got a letter from Axe killer records saying that they were interested in us but they never listened to our music and I also sent them our demo tape but I don’t believe we’ll be receiving any letters from them now!!

D.O.D: Do you have anything to add?

Euro: Of course, «fucking ARGHHHH!!»

There, that’s all :)

If you’re interested in some of the asterisks I put in, here they are in order of their appearances:

*Unlike most of the bands Euronymous named in this interview, NYC Mayhem (and later as Straight Ahead) never released more than a few demo. They were a straight edge band from, you guessed it, NYC— Queens to be exact. Despite never releasing a full album, their sound inspired some grindcore and death metal bands, notably Carcass. They were also straight edge, which makes Euronymous’ mental breakdown over the Mayhem that was on Metal Massacre very, very ironic. Especially considering he was pretty straight edge himself, especially back in 1987– outside of maybe smoking some pot.

Here is their 1985 demo, https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=t-3geR1JbY4

*Metal Massacre is a series of compilation albums starting in 1982, released by Metal Blade records. Typically, these were independent and unsigned bands. Some notable ones include Metallica on the first edition with ‘Hit the lights’. Slayer in ‘83 with ‘Aggressive Perfector’. The ‘84 edition had Voivod, Overkill, and Hellhammer.

The one which Euronymous is referring to, however, is the one from ‘85. Here it is, the timestamp is 14:19 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HqwfsLvLvuY

It’s really not that bad— certainly not worth the double exclamation points.

*If you don’t know who Vomit are, you must not know much about early Mayhem. They were another thrash band who shared rehearsal space with Mayhem. Torben Grue and Kittil Kittilsen (what a sad fucking name) were also ‘in’ Mayhem at some point. Kittil once shaved off his eyebrow, but I don’t know why. Here is a picture of the dork:

The show Euronymous is talking about: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mjay2Lmj9C8 yes, this is the show where Euronymous flashes his ass. I think it’s funny because he talks big but he seemed very hesitant to do it, and practically ducked backstage afterwards. Necro, on the other hand, was very proud to have broken his bass.

Well, that’s all I have. If you read this far, I hope you enjoyed the additional notes I left. Outside of a few more interviews of Mayhem, I also have a few obscure Emperor interviews that were posted to the internet in late 90s. There’s an especially funny one where Faust is allowed to interview Ihsahn and Samoth from prison. He’s sarcastic the entire time, refers to the readers as ‘morons’ and proclaims everyone should all die in a nuclear war with the same energy you cross yourself with. Overall, it’s a funny read. I also have one where he interviews Varg, and Euronymous (separately) for his own ‘zine back in the early 90s. Actually— I have A LOT of interviews of Faust for some reason, including two where he’s actually on camera. I might post them if I feel like it, or if somebody wants them. Is anyone here an especially big fan of Faust?

Last but not least, here is the link to the ‘zine:

http://france.metal.museum.free.fr/revues/fanzines/decibel_of_death/04/page_03.htm

#euronymous #mayhem #interview #black metal #true norwegian black metal #I typed this out so it’s mine #Euronymous interview #gee I really hope nobody else posted a translation of this because it took forever #can we make haaafuckinghah a thing?

[thelordofdarkreunion]

A List of Things the Scoundrels Are No Longer Allowed to Do

So, I have recently read “A List of Things Skippy Isn’t Allowed to Do in the Army” and “A List of Things Dr. Bright isn’t allowed to do at the SCP Foundation”, and I decided to do a version of my own.  Some of these are taken from these other two lists.  If anyone who reads this you has any ideas for the list, feel free to add them.  

The group known as the Magnificent Scoundrels has gotten a bit out of hand.  This list was compiled by Admiral Hackett of the Systems Alliance, Admiral Kelly of the GA, Fleet Admiral Hood of the UNSC, Inquisitor Vail of the Holy Inquisition, Commander Briggs of the Frontier Militia, Princess Leia of the New Republic, and Director Fury of SHIELD in order to curb the Scoundrels’ more dangerous or inappropriate behaviors.  These rules apply to all Scoundrels and their teams/crews.  

1.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to call SPARTAN super soldiers “big boys”.

2.  The Better Business Bureau is not the correct agency for handling people who smuggle Sith holocrons.

3.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to say the phrase “I am in need of a new host body” within earshot of Imperial Inquisitors.

4.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to bargain personnel for their “souls”.  Even if they say they can get you a good deal.

5.  Government equipment is not to be used to bootleg pornography.  

6.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to cite Kevin McCallister from Home Alone as a credible source for anti-personnel tactics in official documents.

7.  The rumor that Adam Vir wears heelies while in official dress uniform is a blatant lie.

8.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to send spam emails to Ceberus.  Even if it is funny.

9.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to apply mind control devices to major political figures.

10.  Thomas Drake is no longer allowed to use time travel devices.  Especially if his reasoning is to “screw with those history nerds.”

11.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use telepaths to alter or affect the outcomes of reality based television shows.

12.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to trade government property for liquor.

13.  “I was bored” is not a valid excuse.

14.  The Scoundrels are not allowed to begin a crusade without the written permission of the Imperial Inquisition.

15. Thanos is not to be referred to as “Biggy T”.

16.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use fan conventions as recruitment drives.

17.  Any proposal which includes the phrase “metric fuck load” is to be denied.

18.  The video game Doom is not a credible source.

19.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to allow Starfleet red shirts to be possessed by daemons or ancient Sith Lords.

20.  When researching time travel, please refer to the work of the IMC’s ARES Division or the Starfleet, not Doctor Who, Back to the Future, or Call of Duty Zombies.

21.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to to accept or use any of the following as currency:

           Your soul

           Anyone else’s soul

           Firstborn children

           Memories

           Memes

           Blood

           Organs

           Virginity

           Ponies

           Eldritch Artifacts

22.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to join any communist party for any reason.  (Note from Thomas Drake- Hell yeah.  Those guys suck.)

23.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to join any fascist party for any reason. (Note from Thomas Drake- Hell yeah.  Those guys suck too.)

24.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to join the Imperial Cult, unless they are an already practicing member.  (Note from Thomas Drake- LONG LIVE OUR GLORIOUS LEADER THE GOD-EMPEROR OF MAN AND IF YOU ARE AN INQUISITOR PLEASE NOTE I HAVE NEVER SAID ANYTHING BAD ABOUT THE EMPEROR EVER.)

25.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to taunt the Asari about how bad they are at fighting wars.

26.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to chew gum during staff meetings, unless they brought enough for everybody.

27.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to chew gum during staff meetings, even if they did bring enough for everyone.

28.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use Volus’s as bowling pins or bowling balls.

29.  While we do not have jurisdiction over him and thus cannot prevent their sale, none of the other Scoundrels are to purchase or proquire experimental drugs from Thomas Drake.  

30.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to imply that their superior officers served in World War II.  They aren’t that old.

31.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use military vehicles to “squish” things.

32.  Surprisingly enough, or, perhaps not, considering what’s on there, downloading the entirety of 4chan into a Geth Colossus did, in fact, shut it down.  

33.  Loudspeaker systems are not to be used to broadcast the soundtracks of porno movies.

34.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to drink copious amounts of food coloring before urine tests.

35.  When operating military vehicles, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt “something I saw in a cartoon”.

36.  Do not dare SERE graduates to eat bugs.  They will always do it.

37.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to make s’mores while on guard duty.

38.  The Illuminati are not a part of the chain of command.

39.  Pants are not optional parts of a dress uniform.

40.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to trade military equipment for “magic beans”.  (Note from Peter Quill- They were pretty cool though.)

41.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to call medics “Dr. Feelgood” unless Feelgood is the medic’s actual last name.

42.  The God-Emperor of Mankind is not to be referred to as “Big Daddy E” or “The Lord of Bling”.

43.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to take the batteries from other peoples alarm clocks.

44.  Unless you are a certified Titan Pilot, you are not allowed to pilot a Titan.

45.  Camouflage body paint is not a uniform.

46.  “Challenge accepted” is not a valid excuse for anything.

47.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to claim that they are reincarnations of famous historical figures without proof.

48.  Thomas Drake is a human mercenary.  He does not possess any of the following:

          Laser eyes

          Laser nostrils

          Laser [CENSORED]

          An adamantium skeleton

          A map leading to “all of the Nazi gold”

          Mjolnir

          The Kronorium

          The Necronomicon

          The Book of Magnus

          “The touch”

          “The power”

          “The secret”

          “The 6th sense”

          The ability to distinguish between butter and I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!

49.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to start theological debates between members of the Imperial Cult and the Covenant.

50.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to mock Stormtroopers of the Galactic Empire over how bad their aim is.  Even if their aim is bad.

51.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to hold “Jamaican vacation giveaways”. 

52.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sell counterfeit Infinity Stones.

53.  Pictures of other Scoundrels in compromising positions are not to be put on the internet.  Or the extra- or holo- net.

54.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to “water” Vrul.  While they do get their energy from photosynthesis, they are not plants.

55.  The Scoundrels are not “the final bosses” of anything.

56.  The Scoundrels must try not to antagonize SPECTREs, Inquisitors, or ODSTs.

57.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to purchase anyone’s soul on government time.

58.  There are no evil clowns living under your bed.

59.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to form press gangs.

60.  The Scoundrels are not the kings or queens of cheese.

61.  If the thought of something makes you giggle for more than 15 seconds, you are to assume you aren’t allowed to do it.

62.  Crucifixes do not ward off superior officers, and you should not test that.  

63.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to mount bayonets on heavy machine guns.

64.  Try and keep all mockery of the press at an appropriate minimum.  

65.  You cannot imply your CO is possessed by anything.

66.  You cannot trade your CO to the Covenant.

67.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use government resources to waterproof dirty magazines.

68.  Radioactive material should not be stored in the barracks.

69.  Two drink limit does not mean first and last.

70.  “I was drunk” is not a valid or appropriate excuse.

71.  Mandalorian armor is not part of any of our governments’ full dress uniforms.

72.  You should not yell “Kobe!” when blowing up enemy starships.  

73.  The “revolution” is not now.

74.  Unless you are in extremely dire circumstances, you are not allowed to eat your uniform.

75.  Body checking General officers is not a good idea.

76.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to tell police officers that belt-fed machine guns are “medicinal”.

77.  If you check the box marked “Other” on official documents, you have to fill it out.

78.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to fill prescription drug bottles with M&M’s or Mike and Ike’s.

79.  None of the Scoundrels possesses a name that, when spoken aloud, can kill.

80.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to challenge anyone to a duel.

81.  The proper response to a briefing is not “that’s what you think”.

82.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to end official reports with Sabaton lyrics.  Or lyrics from any metal band, for that matter.

83.  The phrase “to conquer the Earth with an army of flying monkeys” is not to be said.

84.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to appeal to humanity’s baser instincts on recruitment posters.

85.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to refer to N7’s Iron Eye Soldiers Space Marines janitors anyone as “the cool kids”.

86.  None of the Scoundrels have “won the internet” and are not authorized to declare that they or any other individual or individuals have done so.  

87.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use redacted data in official reports as “mad-libs”.

88.  The following are not appropriate sources for new crew members:

          Temp agencies

          Reality show talent pools

          “Orphans”

          “Urchins”

          “Ragmuffins”

          “Those sons of bitches who I know had a stacked deck”

          Ex-girlfriends

          Ex-boyfriends

          Ex-partners of any variation whatsoever

          Forum trolls

          “Angsty teens”

89.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sneak links to Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up into official reports.

90.  None of the Scoundrels possess “voodoo powers”.

91.  “Why not?” is not a valid excuse.

92.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to make masturbation jokes when in the presence of official dignitaries.

93.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play the song Thriller when in the presence of anything that could be considered a zombie, which includes but is not limited to Curse of Unbelief victims, Vrul Zombies, and Reaper Husks.

94.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to say the phrase “elephant sauce”.

95.  “No shirt, no shoes, no service” does not imply that undergarments are unnecessary.

96.  The following words and phrases may not be used in marching cadence:

           Budding sexuality

           Necrophilia

           I hate everyone in this formation and wish they were dead

           Lubrication

           Your mama

           All Marines are latent homosexuals

          Tantric yoga

          Gotterdammerung

          We’ve all got jackboots now

          Any references to squid

97.  You can’t have flashbacks to wars you weren’t in.

98.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to ask for the day off due to religious purposes, on the basis the world is going to end, more than once.

99.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to take or place bets on what would happen if the Tyranids fought the Flood.

100.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use the Enterprise’s transporters to steal things.

101.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use the phrase “We fight for Mother Russia!”

102.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sing the National Anthem of the Soviet Union when entering or exiting buildings.

103.  Adam Vir is no longer allowed to claim that “PTSD is just spicy nostalgia.”

104.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to try and get kidnapped by the Dark Eldar.

105.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to try to figure out a way to bring back the Protheans and the Forerunners so they can fight each other.

106.  Drax the Destroyer is no longer allowed to claim that he can become invisible just by standing still.

107.  Please do not confuse the primarchs of the Turian Hierarchy with the Primarchs of the Imperium of Man.

108.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to refer to Admiral Ackbar or any other member of the Mon Calamari race as “those calamari boys”.

109.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to address their superior officers as “bro”.

110.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to try and sell major political figures to Trazyn the Infinite.

111.  Peter Quill is not a god.

112.  Please refrain from using nicknames when referring to the Avengers, which includes but is not limited to calling Captain America “the spangly dude”, Thor “sparky guy”, Iron Man “my homie”, and Captain Marvel “Her”.

113.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use Titans as personal valets.

114.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to contact the Shadow Realm.

115.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to to steal artifacts from any of the following:

          Luke Skywalker

          Shadow Revenant

          The Collector

          Trazyn the Infinite

          General Marder

          The Adeptus Mechanicus

116.  Thomas Drake is not allowed to be near any weapon capable of producing an explosive force greater than ten megatonnes.

117.  Do not ever challenge a Klingon to a duel.

118.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to flip off Force ghosts.

119.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use the phrase “It’s boogaloo time!”

120.  The Scoundrels are to stop introducing A.I.’s to the teachings of the Cult Mechanicus.

121.  The Scoundrels are to stop referring to Thomas Drake as “Our Glorious Overlord.”

122.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to send porn to the Shadow Broker.  This is the ninth hit on you guys we’ve had to stop.

123.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to refer to the crewmates or superiors of any of the other Scoundrels as “extremely hot”.  Even if they are.

124.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to say that they are “super gay for Loki”.

125.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to pit a biotic, psyker, and Force-sensitive against each other just to “see what happens”.

126.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use this list as a resume.

127.  The Scoundrels shall not may not begin their sentences with “thou shalt not”.

128.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to send videos of “the sax guy” to the Borg.

129.  Jack Cooper does not have “tons of gold” hidden somewhere on the destroyed planet of Typhon.

130.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to tell Jedi or Astra Telepathica recruits “You’re a wizard, Harry”.

131.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to stand in the corner and twiddle their thumbs.

132.  “YOLO” is not a valid excuse for anything.

133.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use this list as a to-do list.

134.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to replicate the experiments of Edward Richtofen from Call of Duty Zombies.  Or the experiments of any other insane fictional doctor.

135.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to throw themselves through windows “to prove that the glass is unbreakable” for any reason whatsoever.  

136.  “Because reasons” is not a viable excuse.

137.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to refer to anyone else as “peasant” or “plebeian”.

138.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to tell new personnel fictional horror stories involving their families.

140.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to tell new personnel factual horror stories involving their families.

141.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to taunt eldritch beings imprisoned within artifacts.

142.  Speedos are not part of formal attire.

143.  If Ciaphas Cain is telling you a story about his exploits, he is exaggerating what he did, downplaying what he did, outrageously lying about what he did, and telling the complete truth about what he did all at the same time.

144.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to sell fictional stocks to the Tesraki or Ferengi.

145.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to defraud the stock exchange.

146.  No religious deity is allowed to contradict orders from a superior officer.

147.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to dress up as each other.

148.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to make pin-up calendars.  Especially of each other.

149.  Vulcan nerve pinches do not work on Chaos Space Marines.

150.  Shepard and Agent Coulson are not allowed to form a “Technically Undead Club”.

151.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to unmask members of the Mandalorian extremist cult known as ‘The Watch’.

152.  Unless you want to lose nine months pay in twenty minutes, do not play cards with Han Solo, Ciaphas Cain, John Shepard, or Thomas Drake.

153.  At all times, you should try and stay away from Revenant, Loki, and Cypher.

154.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to re-create scenes from Pulp Fiction.  

155.  Do not fake heart attacks around Dr. Krill.  The poor guy is stressed enough as is.  

156.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to challenge Thomas Drake and Liara T’Soni to a “who knows more secrets” game.  Lord Inquisitor Hector Rex was very displeased when Drake stole the Grimoire of True Names.  (Note from Amberley Vail-  How the hell did he manage to get his hands on that?)

157.  Thomas Drake is no longer allowed to steal things from the Imperium of Man or the Jedi Order, considering the consequences of such artifacts being in the wrong hands.  (Note from Thomas Drake-  Of course.  I would never…)

158.  It is not a good idea to piss off any Scoundrel that considers themselves an information broker.

159.  Introducing the Black Templars to heavy metal was, in retrospect, a bad idea.  

160.  Any ancient alien technology should be submitted to the proper authorities, not sold on Ebay.

161.  Challenging a Klingon, Sangheili, or Drev to a duel is a horrible idea.  As already mentioned.  However, challenging a Custodian to a duel is suicidal.  

162.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use Tony Stark’s nicknames for anyone.

163.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use telepaths in casinos.  

164.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to start “prank wars”.

165.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sell themselves or any part of themselves to Trazyn the Infinite.  

166.  Be warned.  If you challenge any of the Scoundrels to do something sexual, they will most likely do it.  

167.  Do not challenge John-117 or John Shepard to a drinking game.  They cannot get drunk.  You will die of alcohol poisoning before they’re even a little tipsy.  

168.  While several of the Scoundrels are members of highly elite military forces, none of them are members of any of the following:

          The Swiss Guard

          The 101st Airborne Division

          The Winged Hussars

          The Immortals

          Napoleon’s Imperial Guard

          The SAS

          The 62nd Red Army

           Spetznaz

          The CIA

          The KGB

169.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to kidnap penguins.

170.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to mount bayonets on bayonets.

171.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to hand over annoying journalists to the Borg.

172.  Do not ever say the phrase “What’s the worst that could happen?”

173.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to hold contests to see who can cause more of these rules to be created.

174.  Adam Vir is to stop bringing new alien species onboard the Omen as pets.

175.  The Scoundrels are surprisingly creative when it comes to revenge. Don’t piss them off.  

176.  Unless you are a Space Marine or Sister of Battle, “Deus Vult” is not a valid excuse.

177.  If you need upgrades to your weapons and gear, please use the engineers on your team or other government approved individuals. 

178.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to host their own version of the Hunger Games.

179.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to quote Monty Python.

180.  No matter how good they are with technology, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to get any members of the following species to upgrade their gear:

          Protheans

          Forerunners

          Necrons

          Eldar

          Rakata

181.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to summon any of the following beings to the material universe or into space ruled by any of our governments:

          The Nightbringer

           Darth Nihilus

           Lord Vitiate

           The Old Ones

           The Kwa

           The Reapers

           Deus

           The Dominion

           Any C’tan

           Any individual or entity associated with the Ruinous Powers

           Shadow Revenant

182.  If you ask them to, most of the Scoundrels will, in fact, “draw you like one of their French girls”.

183.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to bring members of extremely logical-minded species to modern art museums.  

184.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to seduce diplomats.

185.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to yell “Ramming speed!” when at the controls of their starships.

186.  There is only one God-Emperor of Mankind, and none of the Scoundrels are it.

187.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use Batarian soldiers as target practice.

188.  The Imperial Inquisition encourages the Scoundrels to use heretics as target practice.  

189.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to initiate random fire drills.

190.  Shepard is no longer allowed to lord his SPECTRE status over Alliance enlisted personnel or other “lesser beings”.

191.  Adam Vir is not allowed to tell fictional horror stories about Operation Steel Eye.

192.  Adam Vir is not allowed to tell factual horror stories about Operation Steel Eye.  

193.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to say the phrase “We ride at dawn!”.

194.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to pool their resources to buy any starship over a kilometer long.

195.  THE SCOUNDRELS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO STEAL STAR DESTROYERS OR ANY OTHER STARSHIP OVER A KILOMETER IN LENGTH.

196.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to make clones of each other.

197.  None of the Scoundrels have holidays named after them.  (Addendum: Cain does, on the planet of Perelia.)  

198.  The Scoundrels are encouraged to stay away from the planet Perelia.

199.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to refer to their crew as “my glorious minions”.

200.  John-117 is no longer allowed to attempt orbital reentry with nothing but his suit of armor.

201.  Do not imply that Caiphas Cain and Amberley Vail are in a relationship, because, no matter how probable it may seem, Amberley will kill you.

202.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sell toasters to the Adeptus Mechanicus.  

203.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to hold “Casual Fridays”.

204.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use jetpacks.

205.  Don’t try to blackmail Drake. The last time someone tried to do this, it was with his sexual history. He laughed in their face and personally published the video on the internet.  His public approval rating then went up 30%.  

206.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to replicate the experiments of the Vault-Tech Corporation from the Fallout video game series.

207.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play Triumphal March whenever they enter or exit a room.  

208.  None of the Scoundrels are to be allowed anywhere near a lightsaber.  

209.  None of the Scoundrels are allowed or authorized to knight anyone. 

210.  None of the Scoundrels are allowed to edit this list.  

#magnificent scoundrels #halo #master chief #titanfall #jack cooper #empyrean iris #adam vir #warhammer 40k #ciaphas cain #star trek #the avengers #mcu #guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #mass effect #shepard #star wars #han solo #funny #comedy writing #list of things you aren't allowed to do #skippy's list

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

For @randomly-a-fan

You told me I could do what I want, so I tried to do a realistic and darker version of how you met Jason, but with one of my ocs(Eric) 👀

I might show him someday ✨

Part 2

Meeting

Pairings: Jason Voorheese x MJ, side of MJ x Oc

Warnings: gore, violence, some censored curse words, mature themes, characters death(not MJ), hormonal teens-, dark

Hope you don’t mind I put my Oc in it 👉👈 Don’t hesitate to tell me if I did any mistakes!

**=changing POV

—=time skip

-

“C’mon! It’s going to be fun!” Whined MJ’s friend through the phone as the female sighed, a frown upon her face. “I don’t think so.... You know what happened, right? A boy drowned!” “He was fxcked up anyway!-“ “SHUT it-!” Her friend’s end of the line became silent when she raised her voice, after that, there was only silence. MJ’s friend knew her to always keep her cool, never curse or go to parties with them, but that’s why they liked her. She was just so pure... “...We’re here, get outside in five or Imma come in here and you won’t have anything packed—“ She let out an annoyed chuckle when she hears the horn of the van, a small smile on her face. What would she do without her annoying friends, huh?.. She hastily packed some clothes with some snacks and her sketchbook, but jumped as she heard her friend’s high pitched voice behind her. “HOLY-“ she threw her things to the ground as she almost jumped 100 feet in the air.

“You should have seen your face—!!” Her friend laughed so hard that she fell to the ground, her brown hair swaying as MJ tried to regain her breathing, a unamused expression on her face. With a sigh, she only rolled her eyes and walked out the door with her two small bags, not knowing that she would probably need others things than clothes...

The slamming of the door made her jump, her head snapping to the side before the car started moving, everybody talking and drinking, except her, of course. To pass time in the long ride, she looked outside at the beautiful forest and nature and drew in her drawing book, some times answering some questions from her friends or just entering conversations when they asked her. She was all the contrary of them, so why were they her friends? She had no ideas, but she didn’t complain.

“So, do you like, go to parties or just....?” Her eyes fell on one of the boys who she didn’t know, a grin on his face. Seeing that he was talking to her, she responded seriously unsure. “Yeah...?” He only nodded at that, which made her frown, but go back to her drawing. It was almost silence until the guy came to sit beside her and tried to peak a glance at her sheet. “What are you drawing, if I may ask..?” Nobody really asked to see her things, so it made her pale eyes sparkle a little. “Huuh... *clear her throat* Trees.” He nodded again at her small response with curiosity and interest when he saw the drawing in process. Everything was really detailed, the trees monochrome but there was a small rabbit at the bottom of the bigger tree. While the plants and all that were darker, the small animal was like a small light in the middle of the dense leaves, it’s small figure only taking a really small part of the paper. “You’re very talented!” “Thank you.” She replied, still surprised and really happy someone like her things. All the rest of the ride, they talked about their interests and other things, realizing that they had a lot in common.

—-

Her blue eyes glared with disgust at the couple making out, their clothes barely hanging on their back. Right now, they were finally at Crystal Lake, getting their things out of the van. She still didn’t know why she came, but now she couldn’t change anything. So with a sigh and while taking her bags, she walked towards a cabin, completely unaware of the dark eyes that followed her movements. Their owner wasn’t pleased with people coming onto their propriety, especially teenagers.

“Hey! Wait up!-“ Surprised, MJ turned around and saw the same guy that talked to her in the van. Since she was waiting, she could see that he had dark brown curly hair in a cute man bun and freckles all across his rosy cheeks and face. He was wearing a dark shirt and ripped jeans with green shoes, which were stained with dirt. He wasn’t ugly, she would admit that, but she wasn’t searching for somebody at the moment and didn’t even know why her mind got to that-

“Do you mind sharing your cabin with me, well, if there isn’t anybody with you? Please...” Her blue eyes immediately went to the other teens that were there, her brunette friend from earlier waiving. “You sure your girlfriend would like you to be alone with me?” A ‘are you serious’ expression came on his face before he let out two or three small chuckles, a grin on his face. “I don’t have a girlfriend, so she doesn’t care.” MJ let out an awkward chuckle to break the small tension before she nodded, not really feeling good at the idea of spending her time alone in the cabin with a guy she met 3 hours ago. It wasn’t like he gave freak vibes, but she didn’t feel comfortable with people she didn’t know. When they entered, they immediately gagged, almost vomiting on the floor when they smelled the inside.

It smelt like trash’s juice, iron, and a lot of other things MJ didn’t want to think about... eww.

Except that, the cabin looked pretty much abandoned, but the beds would probably hold under their weights. The floor creaked under their feet, almost daring them not to enter the smelly place. It was the dark haired male who broke the silence.“Well, which do you want?” Again, MJ was almost startled when she heard him, but replied anyway. “I don’t know... That one, if you don’t mind..” “Not at all!” He replied cheerfully when she pointed towards the less dirty mattress. They then installed and placed their things while making small talks before walking out, MJ having her sketchbook with her and the unarmed guy having a nice water bottle with a rock band named KISS’s logo on it. “Wait-“ The dark haired male looked at her, his honeyed eyes capturing her blue ones. “I don’t even know your name, and you don’t know mine.” The brunette said with a small laugh, a smile on her face. They were so occupied talking to each other that they didn’t even take the time to properly introduce themselves. With a facepalm, the male stopped and chuckled, a soft but cheery smile on his pale face. “I’m Eric! And your name is... MJ, right?” “How do you know?” “Your friends told me.” He ended the conversation with a wink, making her blink and laugh before they walked towards the campfire, the only light being that and the moon.

—

“So, imma hit the sacks.” At that, almost everybody got up and went to their cabins, the couples having mischievous grins and lustful eyes. The only persons left after that were too drunk to get up(3 of them), Eric and MJ. “You sure you don’t want to sleep?” Said the curly haired man, the light of the fire lightening his orange eyes and making him look older, small wrinkles showing at the side of his eyes. The only response he got from his new friend was a small mumble as she leaned against his shoulder sleepily. The small wrought made him look down at her, a friendly smile on his face. “I’m going to get you to bed, okay?” The female nodded, rubbing her eyes a little as he helped her up, suddenly feeling like someone was watching him, but brushing it off.

They almost tripped as they opened the door, MJ laughing slightly like she was drunk, which she wasn’t. They were the only ones who were sober, Eric having taken only a rum and coke, but he wasn’t a light weight, which made it okay. “Here you go.” With a small grunt, he put MJ in her bed, ticking her in the sleeping bag before he closed the door correctly and did the same, making sure the door was locked before he drifted to sleep.

**

The masked killer was standing at the dirtied window, waiting for the perfect moment to strike the naked couple. He could clearly hear the blonde’s moans from the other cabin, and he didn’t like that. With long strides, he walked silently to the back door without making any noises before opening it carefully and walking inside, making sure the door was closed before he strikes. The moans continued as the fake blonde rode her boyfriend, her breast bouncing obscenely. They were so into it that they were totally unaware of the shadow casting over them, until the killer’s weapon sliced clean through, transpiercing the two hormonal teenagers with a sickening sound. The mattress stained red as the teens took their last breaths, the female’s body falling on top of the male’s one. After making sure that it was as gruesome as possible, he made his way out, stopping when he saw two figures going towards the cabin at the far end of the camp. The moon shone on his bloody hockey mask, doing the same with his precious weapon, his machete.

The killer was Jason Voorheese, Camp Blood’s legend. Only if he knew he had his eyes on something more than a victim....

Part 2 coming soon ;)....

#jasonvoorhees #gore #jason voorheese #randomly a fan #oc #Eric Manson(Oc) #original character

[laceymorganwrites]

On with the show

Word count: 2, 181

Pairing: Nikki Sixx!Kuroo x reader

Warnings: mentions of drug abuse, swearing, mentions of cheating and overall asshole behavior, description of childhood abuse, description of a disgusting apartment, mentions of sex

Taglist: @varia-venus 

General taglist: @astrooliver

Tetsuro knew what he wanted. And he´d get it. No matter what.

He had been desperately trying to make it in the metal scene of Tokyo but to no avail. Rock n roll was dead, hard rock and anything remotely close to metal even more so.

It was unfair and he felt like a ghost. Tetsuro wanted to be seen. He wanted the acknowledgment of others to replace the void in his heart that came from the neglect in his childhood.

Well, it was more than just neglect, but he was way too sober to dive into that right now.

Growing up when pop and safe lyrics poisoned the radio stations and he wanted to rip out his hearing organs every fucking time, he felt like an outsider.

Maybe he was born into the wrong time. It was so unfair to him.

Nowadays everyone could do and be whatever they wanted, so everyone told him.

But in reality, nobody wanted heavy riffs, smashing drums or high pitched screams. Nobody cared about rock n roll anymore, it was dead. Sure modern artists tried and failed to revive it, but whatever shitty music they made, it was a fucking sin to compare it to rock.

Heavy didn´t mean autotune, heavy didn´t mean lyrics being written by twelve different people, heavy didn´t mean censored.

Everyone preferred staged and picture perfect boy groups, it made Tetsuro sick to his stomach. They could all suck it. He hated fake people so much, it made him rage.

Without any friends of his age, he snaked his way through various bands and played gigs in almost every club in Tokyo.

Tetsuro was a loner, a loser with an ego way out of perspective. He didn´t care that he couldn´t play bass, he did anyway. He wanted to be like his idols, wanted to be the savior of heavy music.

But all he was, was a little kid with too much free time.

Other kids his age would go to college at this point, not Tetsuro though.

He moved out of his dad´s place as soon as possible, his mom having divorced him back when he was in middle school, leaving him with scars and a broken home.

His dad was an asshole, emotionally manipulating and abusing him. Like any abuser, it wasn´t always bad. There were good times, he took him to all the concerts he wanted to go to. He didn´t yell at him when he found weed in his bag.

Instead he brought home so many women, Tetsuro couldn´t even remember their faces, let alone their names. Every day he was told what a slob and disappointment he was, why he had to make the life of his dad so hard, that it was no wonder his mom left.

Like a fucking idiot he went looking for her, only to be left with nothing but a broken heart.

So, he tried everything to gain the approval that he never got in his childhood from bad influences.

He quit school, worked his ass off to get a guitar and then auditioned for whatever band needed someone right now.

For about thirty minutes to an hour, he felt like someone important, like the rockstar he always wanted to be.

He felt invincible.

Still, no band ever stuck with him, they just kicked him out every time they found out he either fucked their sister or girlfriend, had consumed all of their alcohol and drugs or stole their money.

Tetsuro met Koutaro in a diner after he broke up with his most recent band.

Koutaro was a drummer for his own band at the time and fuck did he fit the job description.

His energy was off the charts and they hit it off instantly, soon their legacy as the terror twins was born.

And fuck did they own that name.

Tetsuro had plans, he wanted to be at the top of the rock n roll scene, wanted to have the band that everyone talked about, the band that sold out clubs every night.

And he´d have it.

He´d have it at the cost of losing everything.

They found Keishin through an ad online.

He was older than them, but very promising. ´Loud, rude, aggressive guitarist´, if that didn´t sound absolutely perfect.

Now, all they needed was a singer.

Yuuji didn´t have the ambitions that Tetsuro had, he was in a band to get laid.

He could sing good enough, but never went past the point of singing for a shitty cover band, why should he make an effort anyway?

Every night he could get all the girls he wanted and they were hanging on his every word.

He felt like a god.

At first he didn´t want to audition for the band, they were all losers who looked the part, fucking weirdos in platform boots, high heels and make up, not to mention the gruesome hair.

But then again, Koutaro did let him sleep in his van when Yuuji was kicked out by his parents…

The least he could do was go to one of their jam sessions.

He took his girlfriend at the time with him because she had a car and would drive him everywhere.

Yuuji didn´t earn much, the band was his only income, making him just one of many starving artists.

He wasn´t with her because he loved her and she knew it, she wasn´t either.

She was with him for the sex and the fame, he was with her cause she had money and would buy him things, mostly clothes.

When he arrived he was met with a bunch of losers and regretted everything.

The apartment was small, barely fitting all the instruments.

Tetsuro greeted Yuuji when he arrived, eyeing his girlfriend in an annoyed way, he hated entitled girls like her.

Everything about her screamed: ´I´m better than you´ and she didn´t hesitate to tell them that Yuuji only deserved the best band and that they sucked.

Most of the guys ignored that, Koutaro being too busy greeting Yuuji very loudly and bathing in nostalgia.

Keishin was tuning his guitar, not really paying attention. He told them beforehand that he was in it for the long haul and that he´d leave immediately if they weren´t up to his standards.

Yuuji´s girlfriend sat down on their dirty couch, eyeing them with a critical eye and crossing her arms.

As soon as the first note hit, it felt like magic.

Tetsuro couldn´t describe it in any other way, it was overwhelming and he felt a sense of euphoria, a distant feeling of happiness he never knew.

Everything fell into place, it just felt right.

It wasn´t long before their legacy was born, before Tokyo either hated or loved them.

And the band liked their haters more.

Yuuji and Koutaro moved in with Tetsuro in his tiny apartment, barely spacious enough to house only one person, let alone three.

But they didn´t have money, it was the only way.

Their place was a mess and soon to be the place to be when it came to parties.

Of course the noise complaints kept coming, as did the bills, but they never paid.

The apartment was infested with bugs and cockroaches, Koutaro made it a habit to burn them with hairspray and a lighter.

The fridge didn´t work, neither did the warm water. In fact hardly anything worked the way it should.

Their bathroom was a mess, as was their kitchen and living room.

The boys were too lazy to clean, not that they knew how to, or had the money to buy the utensils.

It was horrible.

When Tetsuro thought back on those times, a shudder overcame him.

How were they manage to survive those circumstances?

Drugs really did wonders…

He remembered not possessing a trash can and just throwing the trash out of the window in their backyard where it would eventually pile up and earn them more complaints.

Hell, their neighbors thought someone died there.

Fuck, they were such idiots and that wasn´t even the worst part.

The ´band house´ as they lovely called it even though it was really just an apartment that was way too small and dirty beyond anything, soon became the place to be when it was about parties.

All of it was so ironic.

They did absolutely everything to be cool, accepted and in the scene.

Including but by far not limited to: hosting parties with about 50 people in an apartment meant for one, Tetsuro setting his leather jacket on fire to prove how cool and edgy he was, Yuuji fucking literally everyone´s girlfriend and Koutaro making a girl squirt all over a fruit bowl that just appeared mysteriously some day.

They were a gang. A gang of fucking idiots.

And they were proud of it too…

Proud of fucking everything that they shouldn´t, then sticking their dicks in burritos to hide the smell of another woman from their girlfriends, proud of cheating and lying and being loud and rude and obnoxious.

They felt like the absolute kings, like the peak of the scene when icons were sniffing cocaine on their couch.

Idols they looked up to.

Idols that would hate them eventually.

Now that he had you in his arms it all felt so surreal to Tetsuro.

Everything that he did, it felt so… unfair in some way.

He didn´t deserve you, he pushed you away so many times after all, but you always stayed. You were persistent and stubborn.

Tetsuro was convinced you were the best thing in his life.

Fuck the band, fuck the fame, fuck the money, the fake friends, the drugs especially.

All he needed was you.

He couldn´t even remember how you two met, it was all a blur.

Were you a groupie in the beginning? He didn´t know.

What he did know is that you were always there, like some sort of angel.

Maybe you were.

Perhaps you were sent from heaven, or more likely hell, to escort him there.

Whatever it was, he was glad you were there.

If you weren´t, he´d be dead by now.

Actually, even with you, he should be dead.

Thinking back on his youth, he always felt sick to his core, they were such a bunch of idiotic losers.

What they did to the girls was unforgivable, hell, who the fuck had a routine when it came to fucking girls that were in a relationship?

They did.

They only had one bed in the apartment and they took turns, when they were done with one girl, another came through the window, already undressing.

And the worst thing was that they were proud of it, they felt like kings.

After all they recorded an album in four days, renting the cheapest studio they could find with money they stole.

It was a mess, but it was fun at the time.

That was before everything went to shit.

And it was already on the verge back then.

Tetsuro always wondered why you were even with him.

You knew damn well that he was never home, always touring and doing fuck knows what there.

Of course it wasn´t that bad anymore, but before you made things official, he was the biggest asshole one could imagine.

Even after you got together, he still was.

And still you stayed with him.

Did you simply feel responsible for him or was there something more? Did you stay because you always believed in the good in him?

It was a silly thought and yet it was all he had, all he wanted to believe himself.

Thinking that you thought there was good in him left made him feel better about himself.

Were you an angel on his shoulder or a distant dream?

A vision from his drugged up days that was so persistent it stayed throughout everything.

Tetsuro learned that thinking too much never led to good things, it mostly led to more self doubts.

However if he didn´t think about it, he thought he could never show his gratitude the right way.

After everything you´ve been through, after everything you fixed in him, he didn´t want to imagine a life without you.

You surpassed being a mere human, you were his savior, you were the one who called the ambulance all those years ago, the one he saw when he woke up and the one he saw after the second OD.

For him you were always there and he never questioned it, to be fair, he didn´t care about anything in his youth, it was all temporary to him.

Anything that wasn´t scared him, though he couldn´t help but be the edgy fuck that chased those fears, facing and fighting them. Though he´d much rather kiss you.

A faint smile painted his lips as he pulled you closer to him, doing just that, a satisfied hum leaving his lips.

Life like this was nice.

Life without drugs, without toxic people in it, a quiet life he never knew he always wanted.

Life with a love he never thought he deserved.

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo imagine #kuroo oneshot #kuroo scenario #hq #hq imagine #hq oneshot #hq scenario #hq kuroo

[vanityloves]

🎫 here's a gush pass! feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other selfshippers!

oh man, thank you jsjsj ive gotten a few of these but ive been too anxious to actually go off ab my f/o but, lets fucking gooooo!

can i talk ab the actual animation of the source material is that allowed?

they gave us this but we ended up with

WHICH LISTEN- I enjoy n love regardless. I just find the contrasts in phases fascinating and funny. I loved his appearance in phases 1 and 2; what a fucking iconic character design. The animation is so endearing and amazing- the thicker lines, the fluidity, the range. Like the first gif that shows the vibrations of the vehicle in his shoulders/shirt? The simplistic art style was nice and even if hes Hard On The Eyes, I'm like 🥴 ok ugly ❤.

Not like the newer mvs are any less quality content - its nice to see the use of thick and thinner lines and there's definitely a different feel to it - more child friendly or easy going? Idk how to explain it. Murdoc as a character is still very, Not Child Friendly, and Im always like :cursed emoji: when someone says that their 14 year old watches their videos like help, his dick is out in at least 3 dif vids (censored ofc but man).

They definitely lost me after the 4th phase though and many people argue that the band/music lost its meaning, which i can honestly agree with (esp when they didnt name officially name 4, 5 and 6. Im p sure ppl refer to 4 as We Are Still Humanz).

I was never an avid/active fan of keeping up with the characters and didnt really think they had any story anyways, i was like "feel good inc is sexy. melancholy hill's a banger" so honestly, finding out that these apes actually have lore was fun.

Murdoc being the given this tragic backstory made my eyes Zoom, and ofc I was like "oh youre funny looking and sad. I want you ♡." In a weird way, I take a lot of comfort that 'we both have shit parents' and 'no one really thought we'd amount to anything'. to be fair, i haven't accomplished anything yet, and even if hes a bunch of pixels who i know doesnt really exist, its kind of motivating bc he never gave up? A literal quote from him being "If there’s a dream in your heart, never let anyone tell you you’ve got no talent. Get out there, embarrass yourself, and prove to the world you’ve got no talent." With how many failures hes faced he never stopped trying to prove himself worthy of attention and fame and love, which is ambitious and kind of intimidating with how much confidnece he has.

Hes a complete bastard of a man and not even close to being a good person. He's definitely complicated but can be boiled down to "just an abusive asshole", which, hey, fair. I hate the way he treats 2D, its so toxic and terrible. Honestly, its inexcusable and he needs to apologize, grow and learn a LOT and god knows he needs therapy.

I think the most tragic thing ab his character is that he basically ended up like his father and to some extent, he acknowledges it. His bad habits and behaviors stem from abuse and neglect which doesnt excuse his actions but, "man hands on misery to man." I feel like theres a haunting part to his whole life - we don't know much about his mother and brother but from assuming things, I know they weren't innocent, clean, or soft spoken, let alone, kind. I think he has a "It runs in the family" mentality and gives into it bc there's no use in running from something so deeply engraved within him.

But as a man of contradiction, hes shown to care, despite "hating everything, including himself". To be short, his father was a failure and a man thats never worked for his own money, so he contradicts that and escapes that part of 'failure running in the family' by forming Gorillaz. I do think theres something way more ab his character in that regard. I think theres a lot that he needs to work on but he's escaped a part of that mindset, and his 'Plastic Beach'. I wonder what theyre gonna do with valley of the pagans thing.

I guess as a band, theyre not gonna show a lot of "behind the scenes" stuff like that. We wont know if he ever gets help, or apologizes, or even feels sorry - its up to us to decide which is a safe game to play on Their Behalf.

People are upset that hes actually cleaned up a bit and is shown to be nicer bc they miss having that disgusting, cruel man which again, I understand. He has always been the antagonist to the entire band. But as someone that likes to see people happier n mellow (or, boring) rather than doing shit and compensating for their depression, its nice to see that type of development (or downgrade, depending on how you see it).

This could be Their (read: jamie and damon) way of being lazy by making him 'mellow out w/ age' or whatever it is. It definitely seems to woobify his character and intentions but well, His Main Goal, Was To Blow Up. And Act Like He Dont Know Nobodaaayyy argargarg and guess what? He's already made it- he's successful, he's rich, he's famous, he's adored. Now what? Maybe this is just his way of taking it easy from here on out - who knows.

Gorillaz definitely took a turn after all the brand deals so it lost its meaning (since one of the phases had a 'fuck capitalism' message) and with that, Murdoc is no longer allowed to be the stank bitch hes was always meant to be, no more obvious sex and drugs, for the new gen 🥴 ironically a lot of songs 'today' are always complained ab being ab sex, drugs, and whatever, but they def needed to step on the breaks when Money/Companies got involved. So here we have The Wigglez 😌💕

ANYWAYS, I LOVE HIM LOTS, HAVING MANY THOUGHTS

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[tisthenightofthewitch]

The sexy face of Satanism. We talk to the leader of  Ghost.

(translated from Polish - sorry for errors!)

Tobias Forge, the founder of the Ghost band, has only recently been talking to the press without an anonymous mask. For years, he only showed himself publicly as Papa Emeritus, a devilish priest whose purpose was to free the world from the oppression of government and religion. Now, remaining true to his intentions, he is known as Cardinal Copia.

Bartek Czartoryski: You've been playing concerts almost continuously for a year. Tired?

Tobias Forge : Oh yes, and I already feel that when I go home on December 20, I will fall dead.

You played in Spodek, and it's almost an iconic place for us. Here, for example, Metallica gave their first Polish concerts, with which you recently shared the stage.

I am very happy that we played here. Until now, we went to Warsaw Stodola, where we played probably three times and always thought that it was damn unfair for the Polish audience, because it got a smaller spectacle than everyone else. And now, finally, we could present our entire arsenal, with all the effects, pyrotechnics and so on.

Poland is, after all, a conservative and Catholic country, and Ghost has always been against organized religion. You don't feel like on hostile territory because of that?

No, we have never experienced any form of resentment, which is why I am a bit surprised at why Nergal is so often abused here. However, I explain it to myself that he comes from this country and is widely known here, which is why the attention of the press and public opinion is focused on him every day. We encounter no resistance here, and Polish institutions are not trying to censor us.

And I point this out, among other things, because I am aware of the problems Adam sometimes has. I am anonymous. People may know Ghost, but not me personally. In turn, probably every person accidentally encountered on the street although heard about Nergal. He's the walking advertisement of the devil's alliance here, whatever you call it.

It's good that you mentioned the devil because you are the sexy face of Satanism.

I hope so! But, seriously, I didn't realize it until we started touring more often, especially in America. There I noticed that more and more women come to our performances. And then I had to confront my idea of ​​what Ghost would ever become with what was actually happening.

Already on the first album, when the audience's reactions to my songs were quite good, I thought that something really cool could be born from it. But it wasn't until we went on the road to America and saw all these girls that I started to connect the dots, that maybe there was something in it that I didn't notice, which I didn't take into account.

I will not hide that one of the inspirations behind Ghost is the "The Phantom of the Opera" that I saw as a child, which seemed to me a romantic spectacle, but not necessarily charged with sexual energy. Except that soon my mother, with whom we flew to London, took me for "Cats." And that's pure sex. The whole scene is filled with attractive people in tight cat costumes. I was thirteen then and I fell in love with all the kittens one by one.

And when, playing overseas, I felt that corporeality was part of our performance, it enlightened me: since the audience has no idea what we look like, we can be anyone they want. They could have imagined me as George Clooney. However, this was not something I had planned. At first, our image was a bit clumsy, but when I noticed what we were talking about, I even thought that everyone would wear pants and move more around the stage. I put more emphasis on corporeality.

Speaking of concepts, I am curious about how the fusion of the musical and textual part looks with graphics, for which the Polish artist, Zbyszek Bielak, is responsible.

We have known Zbigniew for many years and we have learned to work with each other. When I compose and write lyrics, I like to have a clear outline of what the album will be about. That is why I need some starting points, such as cover and title, quite quickly. I don't want to lie, but I think we've already prepared everything before the recordings. Therefore, I hope that when I finish the tour after the tour, the cover will be ready and I will hang a large print on the wall. Only then will I be sure of the course I have chosen.

And as for the whole graphic design, because we plan to draw for virtually every song, it's organic work. I have now probably more than twenty invented songs, but these can change during further work. And it happens that I rewrite the text, change the title and then it may turn out that the graphics we have are better in line with the previous concept. But sometimes the opposite happens and I compose for drawing. So I am asking Zbigniew to come up with something that is consistent with the outline of my idea, not having a ready text, and then write, looking at the graphic. We do not have a predetermined work system, as I said, a living process.

You've come a long way with Ghost, breaking through the rungs of the rock career and wondering where you would now place yourself and the band? Far to the glass ceiling?

We are evolving, we have probably not reached the ceiling yet. It seems to me that only the next step will decide where we are going. We are getting used to the concept that we are becoming a band playing on large stages and the next, fifth album, which will start the next cycle of this evolution, will show whether we really deserve it or not.

Historically, many rock bands made a huge leap forward on the fifth album, such as Metallica or Iron Maiden. We at Prequelle have not done anything like this yet, but no one is surprised that we are playing here on the Spodek stage, that we fit here. And, going to our concert, you are aware that for the price of the ticket you will get everything you expect, I can guarantee it. Once you get out of the club into the hall, you have to give the audience something more, you can't go on looking and play like a small band that is lucky and that can't cope on the big stage. Then you have to do more and not stand out from bands that have been practicing it for years.

Just like Behemoth, who booked the largest halls for the recent tour in Poland.

You still have to. Believe that you can, that you can. For years, there has been an opinion that there is no one to replace old rock scene stunts who are slowly retiring. Because it doesn't work that suddenly the little ones become big. Or, on the other hand, that those who have been on stage for thirty years deserve the best place on the festival poster just because they have a long experience. And it's not the years of playing that are a measure of whether you are good or not. I remember the outrage over Avenged Sevenfold who were supposed to play Download after well-deserved bands that have been operating for decades. But so what if they play better concerts? This is how it should look like.

Tell me, do you feel relieved that after so many years you can take off the mask and officially perform during, even our conversation, under your real name?

To be honest, I feel completely detached from my stage character, and today even more than before. Maybe I'm not an abstainer, but I won't go to the club after the concert to pour a whole bottle of something stronger, and that probably would be expected from what I do on stage. Sometimes I also feel like I'm stuck in a limbo, because people expect a set of specific behaviors from me, observed at the concert, which sometimes is a bit tiring. That is why I insist that when material about me or the band appears, that it should be accompanied by photos of the band or Cardinal or Papa, not mine.

Because you, Tobias Forge, are not a member of the band.

Exactly. I don't want myself on posters, just like George Lucas does not appear on Star Wars advertising materials. I created a world, but I'm not part of it.

You've roughly thought of the band's mythology around a decade ago, but I guess the various circumstances and realities of the music industry require you to constantly change.

I couldn't think of all this ten years ago. I cut and developed individual ideas on a regular basis. Today, our mythology is also created by fans. Ghost is not just mine anymore. Maybe I came up with this and supervises the whole undertaking, but I don't expect that everyone involved, especially the audience, will follow me blindly. That is why what I do requires due attention from me.

GWIAZDY.wp.pl

(LOVED the support for Nergal!!)

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[living-dead-parker]

12 Days of Christmas; Mistletoe - P.P

Summary: Day 6 - Y/N gets hurt and Sam both saves and ruins the day through mistletoe. 

Warnings: Cussing, some slight violence, and Justin Bieber.

Shidanke = shit (i use it to censor myself in front of kids tbh)

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"It's the most beautiful time of the year," you sing through the tears. Something about the song really gets you. That or maybe the fact that you just got fucking decked in the face probably prompted the tears. "Lights fill the streets, spreading so much cheer, I should be playing in the winter snow-"

"But I'm a be under the mistletoe!" Peter completes the lyric, causing you to giggle. He smiles at you, seeing you cracking a smile.

The day had begun like a normal one, waking up and being handed Morgan while Pepper and Tony ran some errands. You didn't mind this, as you like spending time with your little sister and they would be done in no time. Which they were, however, Morgan began to run a fever and your parents decided they would go into Protective Parent Mode (PPM) to take care of Morgan. That meant when duty called, Iron Man was nowhere in sight, but his understudy, Iron Y/N came out to help the Avengers. Yeah the name is stupid but no one really bothered to come up with a new name, so you all just ran with it. You're in too deep at this point that a name change is just off brand.

Peter, Sam, and Bucky had been summoned along with you, just the four of you as it was a simple bank robbery. ‘Simple my ass’ you thought. There were ten really buff guys, which was just so damn extra. They put up a good fight and at the end, you had gotten them all. Or so you thought.

In reality, the final one managed to escape once you had your armor off and just went for it, straight up decking you on the left cheek. Peter dropped the person he was helping up and ran over to you, leaving Sam to help the person up and apologize on behalf of Peter. The robber didn't care that you were tiny compared to him, his muscles bigger than your head. The force took you by storm, causing you to lose your balance and fall to the floor with a heavy thud. The adrenaline made you feel nothing at the moment as you suited up again and shot the guy with one of the repulsors, sending him flying across the room. The adrenaline remained for a few minutes but as soon as you crashed on the couch in the living room, you felt all the pain.

"Fudge bag!" you exclaim, censoring yourself in front of Morgan. "Shidanke, mother fluffer, son of a biscuit eating bulldog!" you yell at the pain really hits you, earning weird looks from everybody. You move down on the couch, your back on the seat of the couch as you let out a high-pitched squeal.

"Y/N, what happened?" Tony asks as he notices you clutch your left cheek. Peter leans forward, grabbing your free hand and helping you up. But you don't budge. Not that you need to, he just pulls you up and you're on his lap.

"One of the asshole robbers punched me, square on the face and he was gigantic and it hurts now. That stupid toaster, ugly burnt potato, bald-headed granny looking ass douche!" you rant, causing some of the Avengers in the living room to laugh.

"Oh sweetie, want to see Dr. Cho?" Tony asks as he stands up. You shake your head, flailing your arms as if you're throwing a fit.

"No, it's dumb. I mean, I could've died but whatever," you told the group.

Now, you sit in the middle of the living room on the coffee table as Dr. Cho checks up on you. Peter is standing next to you, holding your hand tight. Dr. Cho just tells you to hold an ice bag to your cheek and to take some Asprin. With a sigh, you watch as she walks away and giggles at something Pepper says.

"Give me drugs."

"Y/N, no," Peter says. You roll your eyes and take the bottle of Asprin from his hands, taking one capsule out and downing it with water. "You've changed, I don't even know you anymore!" Peter whines.

"Peter, this is where I die- what the fuck is this Sam?" you ask as you see Sam standing behind you and Peter, holding something above your head.

"You were getting annoying and I found this thing in some old decorations, so Peter please shut her up," Sam pleads, holding the piece of mistletoe above your heads. Peter chuckles, leaning forward and capturing your lips in his. His lips were sort of chapped but nothing too bad. The way his lips fit with yours felt perfect and you almost didn't wanna pull away. However, the sound of your father pretending to gag made the two of you split up, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

"You seem to be feeling much better for someone who was just punched by death itself." your father says. You giggle in response, nuzzling the side of your face that doesn't hurt into Peter's chest.

Soon after Sam's discovery of the mistletoe lead to the mistletoe war. It started off innocent, Tony taking the mistletoe from Sam and holding it above himself and Pepper. From there, Peter stole the mistletoe and held it above May and Happy's heads, though he got more than what he wanted. Nat took the mistletoe and held it over Steve and Bucky, expecting some homoerotic type of stuff to happen, but Steve just pressed a chaste peck on Bucky's cheek and walked away to go about his business. The worst of it all was Morgan. Everybody was tactical about it, putting the mistletoe over everybody who made sense. Morgan, on the other hand, held it above anybody and everybody's heads. This resulted in Pepper, May, and Steve getting caught in a three-person kiss, where they just gave each other kisses on the cheek. Tony wound up giving Peter a Hershey's kiss, and you got caught having to give not only Bucky but Wanda kisses as well. It was all in good fun at first, but Morgan wound up getting carried away with it.

"Morgan, sweetie. I beg of you," Tony pleads. You don't see what's going on, but the sounds of her sinister giggles fill your head and answer the dreaded question. You hear Natasha scream, go quiet for a second, and start screaming again. When Tony rounds the corner, he has a big smooch mark on his cheek. When Nat rounds the corner, you see her lips painted the same color as the smooch mark on your father's cheek. She holds a glare, upset she had to kiss the grown man who annoys her to her core.

Once Morgan catches sight of you and Peter, she runs towards you with a big creepy grin on her face. At this point, the child is just being a little creep, wanting to watch everybody kiss. When she approaches you, Peter is quick to grab her and hold her hand that holds the mistletoe out towards you. She giggles as you take the piece of mistletoe out of her hands, holding it away from her.

"You've had your fun, Morgan. Making Bucky and May kiss, of all people. We gotta cut you off kiddo," you tell the girl. She moves from Peter's grip, into your lap and wraps her tiny arms around you, causing you to melt inside. You hold the mistletoe above both your heads, leaving a kiss on her cheek. She squirms in your grip, rubbing her cheek with her hand as she claims that it was disgusting.

"Skedaddle, kid. Before I kiss you again!" you jokingly threaten, resulting in the girl jumping up and running away the quickest you've ever seen. The rest of the day seemed to go by in a breeze once the Mistletoe Reign of Terror was over with. However, as night approached, there was a whole nother wave of Mistletoe Reign of Terror that plagues the tower.

It started with you and Peter humming the lyrics to Justin Bieber's Mistletoe, having gotten it stuck in your head earlier that day. Peter was the next victim, soon the song would spread like a virus within the tower. It always does.

After Peter was Morgan, the one who made the song really spread. Morgan has a mind of her own, obviously. Because her father is Tony Stark, she also has thoughts that plague her mind, very philosophical thoughts that need to be heard and answered. So like any good journalist, she goes out and gets answers to the heavy hitting questions. The ones that matter. This usually means Morgan will wander throughout the tower and talks to anybody about anything. One time, she trapped Bucky into a three-hour conversation about what dreams mean, and why her dream about chicken nuggets was a plea for escaping the impending arrival of adulthood.

Morgan has a mind of her own.

With that, the three of you walk around singing the song, when suddenly May joins in. "I don't wanna miss out on the holiday, but I can't stop staring at your face!" the four of you scream, though Morgan's comes out in a more jumbled mess than anything.

The four of you sit down in the middle couch in the living room, playing the music on the main screen. The speakers are loud and everybody in the kitchen and in the restroom can hear the music. Steve comes out, groaning at the song, but once the song nears its end, he gets sucked in.

"With you, shawty with you! Under the mistletoe!" the five of you scream, making Steve sit down as well to watch the video play for the second time. The next ones to get sucked in are Nat and Wanda.

"I should be playing in the winter snow, but I'ma be under the mistletoe," the seven of you sing dramatically. After them joined Bucky, followed by Sam and Happy. At the end of it, Pepper and Tony came out singing the song too.

"Aye girl," you all scream "The wise men follow the star, the way I follow my heart and it lead me to a miracle!" you all continue, dramatic as possible. At the end of it all, the Avengers were all screaming Justin Bieber lyrics because of a four-year-old.

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[lovemesomesurveys]

What was the brand of your first ever cell phone? Motorola.  What are your 3 favorite internet sites? Tumblr, YouTube, Twitter. Do you have a favorite pair of blue jeans? Describe them. I like all my jeans, which are all dark wash skinny jeans. Let’s be real, though: I haven’t worn jeans in over a year. I only wear leggings.  What profession do you respect? I respect many professions. Have you ever been the recipient of a practical joke? Nah.

Have you ever ate something you’ve dropped on the floor, if so what? I probably did as a kid, but I quickly grew out of the whole “5 second rule” thing.  Would you consider being an Uber driver if you needed to make extra money? Not sure how that would work since I don’t drive. How do you know when you’re in love, what’s the main sign? I just know. Have you ever gotten anything autographed, if so by who & what was it? Yes. Do you prefer Walmart or Target? I like both, but I can find a lot of cute stuff at Target. What do you long for? “I want something else, to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life, baby.” That lyric just popped into my head for this. Anyway, I long for a life I’m excited about living. If you could be a personal assistant to anyone, who would it be? I don’t want to. What is the most important thing you can do to improve yourself? Better self-care would help. I’ve neglected myself in a lot of ways. My mental health definitely needs help, it has suffered greatly.  What makes it hard for you to keep your focus? My jumbled mess of a mind. What tragic love story do you relate to? Blah. Has your intuition or “gut” served you well? Sometimes. What’s the longest you’ve ever waited in line for something and what was it? Rides at Disneyland. I think once we waited like 3 hours for this one ride, which took so long because it broke down and had to be repaired. And it was just a long line in general.  Who is your favorite model? Like fashion model? I don’t have one. What have you done that is out of character for you? Hmm. Would you rather get a gift card or a gift that someone bought for you? I appreciate either one.  How do you handle a betrayal? I don’t know, but it sucks. What’s the biggest blooper you’ve never lived down? My life. If you owned a restaurant what kind of food do you want to serve? I wouldn’t own a restaurant. What will we find if we look in the bottom of your closet today? Shoes and other stuff. What kind of car did you learn how to drive on? I haven’t learned how to drive. What is the best thing you have done just because you were told you can’t? I don’t knowwww. Have you ever had to go to court or testify and if so what for? No. Do you believe in karma? No. Are you more worried about doing the things right, or doing the right thing? Both. Do you believe in the term “Mother knows best?” I mean, I definitely value my mom’s opinions. It doesn’t mean we always agree.  Who is your favorite movie action hero? Iron Man/Tony Stark.  What is one thing you can get in your hometown you can’t get elsewhere? My town isn’t special. How important are looks in someone you’re in a relationship with? I can’t say looks don’t matter at all, but they’re not the most important. Personality means a lot more, and it can also add to someone’s attractiveness.  What freedom do you feel is not really free anymore? I can’t think for this survey right now. What are you most thankful for? My family. Do you have any favorite talk shows or talk radio programs without music? Dr. Phil and Daily Pop. What was the last book you read? Burying the Honeysuckle Girls by Emily Carpenter. What’s your favorite online store? Exclusively online: Amazon. However, I shop a lot on Hot Topic, Boxlunch, and Kohl’s websites.  What band would you love to tour with or be a roadie for? None. I’m not a musical artist or in a band, and I don’t want to be a roadie.  If you were to throw a message in a bottle into the ocean, it would say? Hi.  Do you have common sense or do you think people are lacking in it? Sometimes it doesn’t seem like it’s so common.  What’s your favorite non-alcoholic drink? Coffee. How do you feel about thrift shops or flea markets? Not my thing. What do you like to put gravy on? I love country gravy on eggs, biscuits, and hash browns and turkey or pork gravy on turkey, ham, and mashed potatoes.  Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? Nope.  What one thing in particular makes you feel good about yourself? :/ What is priceless to you? Spending time with my family. What do you wait for discount sales to buy? I always look for sales on things whenever I can.  What is one thing you know about your family history you’re proud of? Hmm. What 3 songs will always be found at the top of your playlist? I don’t think there’s 3 particular songs that would always be there.  What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done for someone? It must be too late or something cause I really can’t think of an answer for a lot of these. Do you keep a budget? I just make sure my bills are paid first at the 1st of the month and then use the rest as I please, but try and keep around a certain amount in my bank each month.  If you could cast a spell on someone what spell would you cast and on who? I wouldn’t.  What makes you feel rested and refreshed? A day at the beach. It’s the only time I can actually relax for a bit while there. What is the funniest joke you have ever heard about? Who depends on you the most? I don’t know if anyone really depends on me. I’m the depender.  Could you ever be someone’s bodyguard? Ha, no. Has one of your biggest fears come true? Yes. Is there anything about the opposite sex you just don’t understand? There’s a lot I don’t understand about people in general. Have you ever let your mom or significant other fight a battle for you? My mom. Did you create a checklist for your ideal spouse?  Only when asked in surveys. If so, what were two things you wanted? Patience and understanding. Have you ever ridden on a subway or train an what did you like about it? I haven’t. What song on your playlist gets played the most? Spotify doesn’t tell me that. Do you prefer sporty or academic members of the opposite sex? If we vibe, we vibe. Do you have to experience something to fully understand it? I mean, I think so.  Has anyone in your family ever served in the military? Yeah. Finish the next line in your style: Roses are red, violets are blue… I’m tired, how ‘bout you? What embarrasses you instantly? If I spittle while talking or food or drink falls out my mouth while talking. Do you think you could be a firefighter, why/why not? No. I’m a paraplegic for one thing, so that’d make things kind of difficult. Do you often read your horoscope? I don’t at all. I don’t believe in that stuff. I never really did, it was more just for fun, but now I don’t even bother. What current event are you tired of hearing about? Trump. Are you a daredevil? HA. What common pitfalls do you find yourself dealing with in your work life? I don’t have a job. Describe your “poker face”. No expression? Isn’t that what it is in general, not just to me specifically? What do you think should be censored? I don’t see the issue of having curse words and nudity censored for children. Are you related to anyone famous or historical, if so who? Not that I know of. Would you ever donate a kidney to anyone, and who? I couldn’t. How do you encourage yourself when you go through hard times? I don’t encourage myself, I wallow. Have you ever fired a gun? Yes. I went to a shooting range with friends once.  Do you think people, including yourself live up to their full potential? Maybe this is my full potential. Maybe this is all I got to give. How are you different from most people? I don’t know.  What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? Love? What creature do you admire for its ability to adapt? Uhhh. How do you feel about GMOs? >> I think the whole process is interesting, and I think there are clear benefits to genetic modification, and I think there are clear detriments to genetic modification, and that’s just how it goes. <<<  Have you ever stayed up for an entire 24 hours, why? Yes. No good reason, just happened. Who is a female role model in your life?  My mom. What childhood dreams have you neglected? All of them? I know child me didn’t dream of a life like this. How often do you reevaluate your life? I need to really do that and start taking steps in the right direction, but I just haven’t been able to for some reason. What’s your favorite place just to hang out? My room. What gives you a zest for life? I’m not feelin’ very zesty. What do you have trouble seeing clearly in your mind? A future where I have better health and a relationship. I can’t see those things at all. What three things do you think of most of each day? A lot of things. My mind is a mess and it’s always racing. Would you travel to space if possible? No. Just the thought terrifies me. Name a famous person you wouldn’t mind for a business partner. I’m not a business person, nor do I desire to be, so I have no need for a business partner. 

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[clarketomylexa]

To The Witches I Have Known, Chapter I

The Woods and the Griffin’s might as well be the Montagues and Capulets of Polis, Connecticut. As the heirs to their family lines, Clarke and Lexa have been juggling the magical politics of their rival covens with normal life since they were old enough to understand. But when a magical incident sparks fears that haven’t been felt since the unsteady truce was made between them – an incident that Clarke is the prime suspect of – both of them are going to have to get much better at multitasking.

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“I hate Halloween.”

Anya is in a sour mood, so much so that Lexa doesn’t know whether it’s the recent spiral the weather has taken or her cousins frostiness that has her fingers retreating into the woollen cuff of her sweater. She would say it was normal – Anya has never been the easiest to get along with – but she almost stepped on Wednesday earlier as the cat hogged the watery puddle of sunlight in the hall and she didn’t even say sorry.

“It’s pumpkin spice season,” Lexa suggests in appeasement.

“Public ridicule season,” Anya corrects her bitterly, shooting a scathing look in the direction of the merrily grinning jack-o-lanterns gathered at the steps of the gazebo. It had been a strange transition into fall. The leaves on the outskirts of the square are frozen halfway between green and russet orange, but the town committee had descended on main street on the first of October regardless with the manic kind of excitement that came with the prospects of pumpkin carving and scoping out costume options at the dinky shop in the corner of the square that never seems to realise that Halloween isn’t a year-round event. Not that she would ever give Anya the satisfaction, but Lexa quietly loves the eeriness of the festival regardless, of the silly mockery it makes of them every once a year.

Anya folds her arms over her chest. “If I see one more pointy hat, I’ll be giving out hexes for free,” she promises darkly.

“Anya!” Lexa’s eyes saucer. She whips her head around to check if they have been overheard but this early people are too wrapped up in their eight a.m. hunt for coffee to notice the pair. She turns back to Anya, lowering her voice anyway. “You know Titus doesn’t like you saying that,” she scolds quietly.

Lexa was seven the first time she realised magic wasn’t commonplace. The enormity of such a secret was almost too large to understand for a girl who had grown up chanting Latin incantations and watching coven meetings through the rungs of the staircase when she should have been asleep, but Titus hadn’t wasted any time in sitting her down and drilling the importance of confidentiality into her. She had walked around tight-lipped and grey-faced for a week afterwards for fear of retribution.

Anya laughs shortly. “I think Titus would rather I didn’t say anything at all.”

“Anya…”

“You know it’s true,” her cousin insists, “I’m barely a Woods, god forbid I have any opinion that doesn’t reflect the coven’s.”

The truth sits uneasily on Lexa’s chest. She twists the braided silver band on her ring finger, feeling responsible.

“I’m here to watch you and that’s it,” Anya continues, “next year I’ll be out of a job.”

Anya is the outcast of their household. She’s prickly at the best of times, with all of angles and sharp lines of the Woods and none of the softness Lexa inherited from her mother. Lexa doesn’t think Titus ever forgave Anya’s father for his illicit liaisons with a witch from another coven, or for his disappearance – lord knows why, but Lexa has learnt that Titus is more paranoid old man than wise advisor she thought he was when she was seven-years-old and hanging iron off her bed to ward away fairies. He ostracised her when they were younger, and is even more reluctant now to give his twenty-two-year-old niece the responsibility that a witch of her age should have – especially considering their family name.

In turn, Anya has fully embraced the role of black sleep, vintage leather jackets and all.

“You’ll always have a job as long as I’m in charge,” Lexa vows, reaching across to take her cousins hand in hers.  

She couldn’t call her childhood conventional. Since her mother died her care had been transferred to Titus and the coven to raise her as they saw fit, which had meant a rigorous regime of magical theory, and strict practice on top of trying to maintain a normal existence. The normal existence part still has her stumped, but there’s never an excuse not to perform. She is after all, the eldest direct descendant of the Woods line, as far as the coven is concerned, she’s their property and amongst all the craziness, sometimes she thinks Anya is the only thing keeping her sane.

“Sap,” Anya accuses. The show of affection makes her squirm and she disentangles their hands to cuff Lexa around the head, feigning indifference. “Anyway,” she changes the subject swiftly, tucking her hands into her pockets and scanning the empty square while Lexa tends to her mussed hair. “It’s not about that. Titus can shove it up his own as far as I care. You’re going to be eighteen next year.”

“Is that why you’re walking with me?” Lexa prods.

Anya stiffens before she can help it and Lexa knows she has struck a nerve. It takes a conscious effort to disengage every muscle in her body, but when she does, she elongates her strides and Lexa jogs to keep up, hands tucked inside her pockets as the wind picks up. “You’re lying,” she accuses calmly.

Her cousin shifts under the scrutiny, “how’s Costia?”

“Anya!” Lexa snaps, taking her by the arm and forcing her to stop in the middle of the sidewalk. They level their stares at each other, unflinching for a moment before Anya gives up the childish competition and snatches her wrist back. “Fine,” she relents ungracefully, massaging the skin, then nodding in an indication they should keep walking.

Lexa acquiesces but eyes her warily with each step it takes to formulate her answer.

“There’s been another incident.”

“An incident?” Lexa pounces on the word.

Anya nods. “Titus and Indra didn’t want to tell you.”

Frustrated, she stifles a biting comment. For all they drill this ridiculous sense of responsibility into her – ‘you’re almost of age Lexa, the coven must be your focus from now on’ – Titus and the others tend to censor what she is told like she’s still the eight-year-old she was when her mother died. Hypocrisy at its finest.

Anya is agitated again as she glances around. She puts a hand on Lexa’s back and guides her roughly down the nearest walkway between the second-hand bookstore and the coffee house where it smells like decaying paper and stale dishwater. Anya’s hand twitches, then goes up to smooth her hair behind her ear and Lexa tries to regulate the uneasy throb in her chest.

For as long as she can remember Anya has never been afraid of consequences, especially where it meant disobeying Titus and her discomfort now is unnerving.

“Lincoln found a dead raven on the back steps this morning,” Anya relays quietly when she seems satisfied they aren’t being heard.

Lexa’s breakfast curdles in her stomach.

Anya pauses to fish something out of her pocket. “Next to it was this.”

The odd object sits against her hand as Anya holds it up for Lexa to see, the black ribbon it’s strung on tangled in her fingers as Lexa takes in the intricate design. It looks like a seal stamped into a round of metal, a pentagram inside three rings of tarnished Latin that, for all of her afternoons cooped up in the dining room translating ancient texts under Titus’ trained eye, Lexa can’t decipher.

“What is it?”

Anya shrugs but hands it over and Lexa lets it sit in her palm. She thinks the pattern is familiar.

“Titus thinks it was the Griffins.”

Lexa’s head snaps up in alarm. “No,” she argues stubbornly.

“Lexa…”

The door a few feet further down the alley opens and an acne covered teenager emerges with a black trash bag at his side. Anya falls silent while he throws it in the trash can and gives them a confused glance before returning inside. “It had their magic all over it,” she informs Lexa curtly when the boy is gone.

The only other magical – but not non-mortal – founding family of Polis, Connecticut, the Woods had been stuck in a power battle with the Griffin’s since the town was founded. Every other non-mortal family in the area had fallen into an alliance on either side, and the magical violence that was said to have gone on between them got so bad, the fatalities rivalled the Salem Witch Trials. Gustus used to tell Lexa stories of when he was young to scare Lexa into practicing her magic even though every part of her body felt drained and rubbed raw. Apparently, four mortals had to end up as collateral damage before Titus enacted the truce.

Any act of violence now would be like an act of treason.

“They wouldn’t dare,” she insists confidently. Titus has had her involved in magical politics since she was old enough to understand it; both covens agreed to the truce, neither would risk the consequences. The Griffin’s might be altogether too liberal with their magic but they aren’t stupid.

Anya purses her lips like she doesn’t agree. She keeps her eyes trained on the spot where the alley opens out onto the square like she’s worried hellfire will erupt out of the cobblestones if she continues to explain. “Did you know Clarke is back in town?”

Lexa’s heart leaps and she pretends it doesn’t. “You can’t be serious?” She scoffs instead, understanding what Anya is implying. “You think Clarke did this?” It’s ridiculous and not just because the Clarke Lexa knows is too preoccupied with practical magic and floating bottles of vodka from her parents’ stash up to her bedroom to be sending malicious omens to the Woods’ doorstep.

And then there’s the other thing.

Lexa doesn’t talk about the other thing.

Anya throws her hands open in an aggravated ‘who knows’ gesture and Lexa fights not to get defensive.

“I’m not saying she didn’t,” Anya retorts. “She’s a Griffin, Lexa.”

Lexa hates that that’s an accusation in itself. Mostly because ‘she’s a Woods’ has plagued her entire life; the excuse for lab partners and dodgeball team mates rejecting her. More than any of the curses that are cradled in the aging pages of the books Titus keeps in the upstairs hallway, Lexa thinks having your identity boiled down to nothing but your last name is the worst curse of all.

Anger at Anya simmers into frustration in the pit of her stomach and she slips the seal into her pocket and shoulders past her cousin onto the main street.

“Lexa,” Anya grouses, quiet guilt colouring her tone as her steps clack in her effort to catch her. “Wait.”

Lexa shakes her head. “I need to talk to Clarke.”

Polis is just as insignificant as Clarke left it four months ago, but somehow, it still feels better than the draughty colonial of her grandmothers that she spent the summer and then some shut up in. She’s pretty sure the only thing of note that has happened in four months is her poor house plants ultimately death on her windowsill – apparently the half-hearted self-watering charm she had uttered on her way out wasn’t long range. That, or her mother walked into her room one day to see her dinky tin watering can hanging in mid-air and had dismantled the thin spell with an eye roll.

Her parents have always had a liberal attitude to magic. As long as she wasn’t spell casting in the front yard or enchanting her stationery to write her biology essays, they were content to let her explore her it on her own terms.

She hadn’t known magical theory was something people practiced as actively as they did until her parents got tired of her quote unquote behaviour and sent to her study under the tuition of her mother’s mother. Or that’s what they told her when she came home on the last day of school to find her bags packed in the hallway – ‘you’re the heir Clarke, you need to learn to control your magic’.

In reality, she knows it was really a ploy to get her out of town after Abby interrupted Finn kissing her goodnight after homecoming.

Her parents had never been phased by her frivolous magic use in the past, and the Collins are notorious for being unreliable allies – evidently magical politics doesn’t take a break for school girl crushes.

The bell rings for the end of the period and Clarke rises from her desk, rubbing her thumb over the braided band on her ring finger. She doesn’t know what excuse her parents gave the school for her absence but she can feel the teacher’s hesitancy to bring the subject up as he waves her to the front of the class and it’s suffocating. The Griffins are formidable figures in the eyes of the town, and it feels like Mr. Walker is handling her with kid gloves as he hands her a sheet covering the last few weeks, tells her to read Macbeth and suggests she borrow a classmate’s notes. It feels too stiff and formal, and suddenly her whole life is being played out in front of her; a clinical rotation of coven meetings and maintaining magical politics that she isn’t ready for.

She nods into the panic bearing down on her chest and leaves as quickly as she can.

The building used to be a private residence before it was the high school. Like everything else in Polis the high arched ceilings, wrought iron embellishments and stained glass were leftovers from the gothic revival period that her history teacher – as old as the town itself – loves to go on about. In Junior year a rumour went around the back staircase was haunted by the ghost of the last owner, who’s grisly death in the late 1880’s had been enough to give The Tribune content for four months straight.

People seem to have gotten braver over summer though, because the staircase is packed again – likely because the ‘haunting’ stopped as soon as Bellamy had been busted by an Octavia intent on revenge for her broken curling iron and suspended from magic use for the summer. Either way, Clarke is unhappy to collide with a trio of rowdy Freshman with their shirts shredded and fake blood soaked. Agitated, she curses at them loudly for getting the concoction on her sweater, trying to pick it off with her finger nails to no avail before looking up in defeat and freezing.

Lexa stands halfway down the corridor, head in her locker as she diligently switches out her books and Clarke watches, feeling abruptly guilty as she tucks her hair behind her ear and twists the lock to scramble the combination.

She didn’t tell Lexa she was back.

She didn’t know if she was supposed to tell Lexa she was back.

There text conversations had switched abruptly from numerous and emoji filled, to once a week at most and strangely formal at the end of Sophomore Year. It left them in an awkward twilight zone of ‘just friends’ that neither of them quite knew how to navigate correctly.

When Lexa turns to walk to class Clarke raises her hand in a static wave, and an urgent expression passes over Lexa’s face.

“Clarke!”

Whipping her head around, she sees two girls narrowly miss being taken out by the backpack Octavia has slung over one shoulder as she barrels down the stone staircase, flinging it to the harlequin tiles to throw her arms around Clarke’s neck. The girls mutter something crude and following behind, Raven flips them off aggressively. “Freshmen,” she mutters, picking Octavia’s backpack up off the floor.

“Ignore her,” Octavia disentangles herself from Clarke and when she looks back down the hall, Lexa has gone. Octavia cards a hand through her hair, taking her backpack from Raven with an exasperated glance. “She’s cranky because her car got scratched.” Her fingers are full of stacking rings and black nail varnish chipped down to the cuticle, but the sight of her friend, in her Champion tee and black jeans ripped at the knee, just as chaotic as usual, is familiar in a way Clarke didn't know she needed. She feels the vestiges of irrational terror slink away.

Raven gives Octavia a pointed look. “Last time we take my car to the lake,” she informs the brunette curtly as she leans in to give Clarke a hug.

Clarke is appalled. “You went to the lake without me?”

“You dyed your hair back,” Octavia retorts smartly and Clarke winces.

“My grandmother wasn’t exactly a fan of cotton candy pink.”

‘Not exactly a fan’ is an understatement. The woman, who was still as spritely as Clarke remembered her being when she was five years old, had rolled her eyes at the audacity of ‘teenagers these days’ and marched Clarke into the dining room to sit her down and mutter Latin until the home done dye job leached out of her hair.

She hadn’t heard someone do a verbal spell in years.

“Boo,” Octavia pouts, reaching up to twist a lock of Clarke’s hair around her forefinger. “I’m not ready for serious Clarke.”

Pink starts to crawl up the coil but Clarke bats Octavia’s hand away in alarm, looking around wildly to check if they had been seen, the strictness of her grandmother still sits weirdly ingrained in her immediate reactions. She adjusts her hair over her shoulder and tucking the now pink-ended lock behind her ear where it isn’t noticeable. “I’m not serious,” she argues, “I’m Clarke. I am!” she insists when Octavia makes a comically sceptical face. “Look, we’re still going to Atom’s tonight, right?”

“His parents are out of town, everyone is,” Raven confirms and Clarke sits back on her heels, satisfied. “Great,” she decides, “then I’m going to be one hundred percent fun Clarke.”

Raven snorts, “God help us.”

Costia has a polaroid of them tucked inside the metal slit of her locker that Lexa notices as she listens to the redhead grumble about the Chemistry pop quiz sprung on her by an unsympathetic teacher, humming and then nodding when she is accused to not listening.

She doesn’t know what to make of them exactly. Her and Costia that is. A witch herself, she understands the complexities of the situation Lexa has been born into, and despite all the ways that that simple fact makes her more likeable, it also makes the prospect of “them” infinitely more complicated. Which is probably why they are hanging in an awkward dimension of hugs that last too long and walking each other to class every other day.

“I’m sure you did well anyway,” she says mindlessly.  

There are dollar store witch hats strung on fishing wire from the arched ceiling and poster paint cut outs of ghosts and the school initials tacked to the walls. She fixates on the stylised pentagram inside the ‘o’ of ‘All Hallows Eve’ on a poster advertising a Halloween party in town that no one will attend, and lets the trepidation that’s been clawing at her chest all day swell to a boiling point. The seal sits in her front jean pocket, conspicuous enough that she untucked her sweater from her waistband as she walked into advisory for her own piece of mind.

“Lexa?”

She straightens, “yeah?”

“You’re really out of it today,” Costia’s brow peaks in concern, as she dips her chin to try and catch Lexa’s eye. “Did something happen? Or…”    

Shaking her head, Lexa wills herself to engage. She hasn’t seen Clarke since Octavia and Raven had interrupted their almost-reunion but the need to speak to her grew more urgent with each minute the seal gathered weight sitting in her pocket. “Just a lot going on,” she explains pathetically and Costia slides a hand up her arm.

“Anything I can help with?”

Lexa opens her mouth to assure her that ‘no, it’s fine’, when a blonde firecracker struts up to them with a melodramatic sigh and a faux-hurt expression.

“Are you cheating on me Lexa?” Clarke demands flinging her hand over her heart like she’s in a soap. “Does this ring mean nothing to you?” She thrusts her ring finger under Lexa’s nose, indicating to the familiar silver band, and Lexa struggles to hide the amused quirk in her lips.

Costia rolls her eyes, taking her cue to leave, “I’ll see you tonight, Lexa,” she says sweetly, squeezing her hand, then looking over, “bye Clarke.”

“Bye, Costia.”

Clarke twists her ring like it isn’t sitting right under her knuckle and leans a shoulder against the locker. “I’m sorry,” she apologises when Costia has disappeared. “She likes you.” Lexa doesn’t know how she is meant to respond to that, grappling for a reply feels like reaching out into a muddy pond in search for answers.

“She’s not my fiancée,” she drawls instead.

Clarke snorts.

It’s ironic, Lexa thinks, that, for the amount of weight their so-called “engagement” holds within the magical community, it has become such a joke between the two of them. Since the ceremony four years ago – a date which Clarke likes to ironically mark in her calendar as their “anniversary” and give Lexa cards with ‘To My Loving Husband’ embossed across the front in scripted letters – Clarke in particular has taken every available moment to mock the sanctity of the fealty they swore to each other and their rival covens in a bid to stop the violence. And after a while, compelled by the ridiculousness of all of it, Lexa joined in.

“How was Maine?”

“Four months shut up in a library translating…” Clarke glances around, then lowers her voice, “incantations that haven’t been used since Salem isn’t my idea of a good time. I lit a sparkler on the Fourth,” she perks up, “but my grandmother was worried it would set fire to her herb garden so she put it out.”

All at once, Lexa remembers being five-years-old and standing on the front lawn with a kiddie-sparkler in hand. The sparks burn stone-cold and morph into technicolour from the spell her mother recites in her melodic voice – purples, blues, greens and oranges twisting in and out of each other wonderfully. It isn’t the Fourth, she thinks – they didn’t celebrate holidays like that before Lexa was school aged – but the sky is a watercolour of dusky pink. Midsummer perhaps.

Then, as quickly as the memory came, it vanishes, leaving an echoing ‘whoosh’ in the vacuum of her head. She blinks, dizzy.

“Lexa…”

“We need to talk.”

“Oh?” Clarke sings flirtatiously.

“It’s serious.”

Her face drops, “oh.”

The bell trills but Lexa learns into the nearest classroom to find it dark, the desks empty and blinds pulled, and she wills Clarke inside, waiting until she is perched on the edge of the nearest desk before pulling the seal out of her pocket.

“Do you know what this is?”

It looks oddly mundane hanging from her fingers. In this light, it’s hard to make out the tarnished Latin or the pentagram inside it, but it’s ice-cold despite the hours it has been sitting in her pocket and that’s enough to make her sceptical.

Clarke’s eyes saucer. Lexa takes careful note of her reaction.

“Where did you get that?”

She opens her palm and the seal sails into her hand.

Lexa has always been taken back by Clarke’s liberal approach to magic. While Titus has drilled into her that magic serves a purpose and that purpose is not her own personal needs, Clarke seems to find a need for it in every situation. Quietly, she thinks she admires the easiness she wields it with because, the truth is, Lexa is too scared of magic to do the same.

“Do you know what it is?” She dodges the question. “The Latin’s illegible, but it looks like a penta –”  

“It’s not,” Clarke shakes her head. She puts the seal flat on the desk, ribbon at the top, then turns it one hundred and eighty degrees so the pentagram is inverted. Suddenly, Lexa knows where she has seen it before. “This is dark, Lexa,” Clarke warns her, “like, black-magic-devil-worshipping dark.” There is an element of awe in her voice that twists in the put of Lexa’s stomach. “Where did you get it?”

“There was one on the cover of that book you used to have,” Lexa says calmly.

“Lexa.” Clarke insists.

She sighs. “Lincoln found it on the back steps.”

Clarke scrutinises her. “There’s more.”

“Anya thinks it was you.”

“What?”

“Did you do it?”

Clarke straightens, growing stony at the accusation. “Do you think I did?” She fires back.

There’s a whole host of replies Lexa could give, all of them laced with the political idiocy that Titus likes to spout around the dinner table, elitist bullshit about how the Woods are magically superior in the traditional sense of their craft, how the Griffins are liberal pretenders, imposters and manipulators. But none of it has ever translated to Clarke in her mind. When she looks at Clarke she sees herself, a freer version of herself maybe, but still, someone stuck in this mess other people have made for them and she can’t knowing blame her for something she doesn’t have the capacity to do.

“No,” she admits, hoping she is right.

Clarke deflates in relief. She lets out a heavy sigh and sifts her fingers through her hairline, shaking out blonde locks until Lexa can see a pink streak, the colour glimmers slightly like a mirage in a way she knows isn’t drugstore hair dye and fixates on it. “I didn’t,” Clarke promises in a voice so soft it’s barely there.

“I believe you.”

#clextober18 #13daysofclexa #day 7: this witch #clexa #fic #moodboard #there's magic #and gays #get reading

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Books I Totally Recommend

So, since I've not had much time to sit and revel in some glorious boos, I wanna make a nice little review about my favorite books. Hopefully I can introduce some people to some pretty amazing stories.

Okay, so I'm going to start off with the first books that I fell in love with:

1.) Angelfall(Penryn and The End of Days Trilogy)

9/10

So, this might've been the first trilogy that really got me into fantasy and horror, etc. So the End of Days Trilogy is about a girl named Penryn and her family that lives in a post-apoctalyptic world. So the "monsters" of this series, or antagonists, are the angels. In the story, Penryn's little sister, Paige, is kidnapped by angels and Penryn teams up with the angel, Raffe to get her sister back and get Raffe's wings back.

I honestly really enjoyed this series for the graphic fight scenes with Penryn. Susan Ee, doesn't censor and writes Penryn as this badass(cause she is). The romance element if the story is centered around Raffe and Penryn. It's a sort of hate-at-first-sight relationship that evetually molds into a band between the two of them built off of trust, mutually attraction, and respect. It's been quite a LONG time since I've read this series but from what I can remember, Susan Ee really keeps you on your toes when reading the book. Definitely worth the read.

2.)The Iron Druid Chronicles

9/10

So The Iron Druid Chronicles is honestly my favorite book series(sorry Harry Potter). It follows the life of a 1000 year I'll Druid, Atticus O'Sullivan, or O'Sheahan. He basically gets into all these crazy adventures; witches, deities,

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MC5 - Kick Out The Jams (1st Album US 1969)

 Kick Out the Jams is the first album by Detroit protopunkers MC5, released in 1969. It was recorded live at Detroit's Grande Ballroom over two nights, Devil's Night and Halloween, 1968. In 2003, the album was ranked number 294 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time. (However, the original Rolling Stone review by Lester Bangs was unfavorable, calling it "ridiculous, overbearing, [and] pretentious".) 

The album contains such songs as the proto-punk classics "Kick Out the Jams" and "Rama Lama Fa Fa Fa", the spaced-out "Starship" (co-credited to Sun Ra because the lyrics were partly cribbed from one of Ra's poems), and an extended cover of John Lee Hooker's "Motor City is Burning" wherin Tyner praises the role of Black Panther snipers during the Detroit Insurrection of 1967. The album is generally regarded as one of the best live rock and roll records: critic Mark Deming writes that it "is one of the most powerfully energetic live albums ever made...this is an album that refuses to be played quietly." The album has gained a considerable cult following in recent years. 

While "Ramblin' Rose" and "Motor City is Burning" open with inflammatory rhetoric, it was the opening line to the title track that stirred up the most controversy. Vocalist Rob Tyner shouted, "And right now it's time to... KICK OUT THE JAMS, MOTHERFUCKERS!" before the opening riffs. Elektra Records executives were offended by the line and had preferred to edit it out of the album, while the band and manager John Sinclair adamantly opposed this. The original release had "KICK OUT THE JAMS, MOTHERFUCKERS!" printed on the inside album cover, but was soon pulled from stores. Then, two versions were released, both with censored album covers, with the uncensored audio version sold behind record counters. 

Making matters worse, Hudson's department store refused to carry the album. Tensions between the band and the chain got to the point where the department stores refused to carry any album from the Elektra label after the MC5 took out a full-page ad that, according to Danny Fields, "was just a picture of Rob Tyner, and the only copy was 'Fuck Hudson's.' And it had the Elektra logo." To end the conflict, Elektra dropped the MC5 from their record label. Ironically, band members later alleged that Elektra official Jac Holzman encouraged the use of the epithet on the record itself.

In the end, the album is widely considered a vital step in the evolution towards punk and a variant upon what would later be referred to as garage rock. 

Later the same year, Jefferson Airplane recorded the song "We Can Be Together" for their Volunteers album, a song containing the same objectionable word as the MC5 track. Unlike Elektra, however, RCA Records released the Airplane's album wholly uncensored, following pressure from the band. 

Kick Out the Jams has also been taken to be a slogan of the 1960s ethos of revolution and liberation, an incitement to "kick out" restrictions in various forms. This is myth and fiction, however; the truth is more prosaic. To quote MC5 guitarist Wayne Kramer from his interview with Caroline Boucher in Disc & Music Echo, 8 August, 1970: 

"People said 'oh wow, kick out the jams means break down restrictions' etc., and it made good copy, but when we wrote it we didn't have that in mind. We first used the phrase when we were the house band at a ballroom in Detroit, and we played there every week with another band from the area. "We got in the habit, being the sort of punks we are, of screaming at them to get off the stage, to kick out the jams, meaning stop jamming. We were saying it all the time and it became a sort of esoteric phrase. Now, I think people can get what they like out of it; that's one of the good things about rock and roll." 

Kramer also referred during a 1999 interview that was excerpted for Goldmine magazine (Krause publications) that the phrase was specifically aimed toward British 1960s bands playing at the Grande who the MC5 felt were not putting enough energy into their performances. The title has also (jokingly) been reinterpreted as an establishment message masquerading as a revolutionary anthem. David Bowie sings in the song "Cygnet Committee":

[We] stoned the poor on slogans such as Wish You Could Hear Love Is All We Need Kick Out The Jams Kick Out Your Mother

 And in Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea's classic counterculture novel Illuminatus! the title is said to have been created by the Illuminati as a jibe against a rival sect, the Justified Ancients of Mummu (or JAMs for short). The British band The KLF (also known as The JAMs), who take their name from the Wilson/Shea novel, use a sample of "Kick Out the Jams" in their songs "All You Need Is Love" and "What Time Is Love?". 

01."Ramblin' Rose" (Fred Burch, Marijohn Wilkin) – 4:15 02."Kick Out the Jams" – 2:52 03."Come Together" – 4:29 04."Rocket Reducer No. 62 (Rama Lama Fa Fa Fa)" – 5:41 05."Borderline" – 2:45 06."Motor City Is Burning" (Fred "Sonic" Smith credited with writing the song although it was written by Al Smith) - 6:04 07."I Want You Right Now" (C. Frechter, L. Page) – 5:31 08."Starship" (MC5, Sun Ra) – 8:15

#MC5 #Kick Out The Jams #Motherfucker #1st Album #US 1969

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Ohoooo a tag meme

tagged by @rainiepainie :^))))))))) hello

1ST RULE: tag people you want to get to know better: @illuminated-lamp SORRY CHAP i can't really think of any other people to tag at the moment

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo - I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny (the irl people i know tell me “godd*mn it, Sydney” whenever i do something, as if I’m a sitcom character, so I think that counts. ..also censoring cuss words cuz I was dared to not curse for a few weeks. shhhh) - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality (i’d really just love to be a bit more open, but that’ll only happen once I get myself some male friends. i’d much rather be quiet around the friends i do have. I'm not unconfident at all, my social anxiety has gone away completely by now, i just prefer to listen rather than to speak. if only i had guy friends, than i’d be way loud.)

ABILITY - I can sing well (in the shower, at least) - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner (get super tired very quickly though) - I can draw well - I have a good memory (in some cases) - I am good at doing math in my head (when I'm not distracted) - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports (i get crushes on athletes but I'm not into sports myself) - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week (we’re learning a new song in chorus) - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority (I would bold this but... “fandoms” rubs me the wrong way. why can't we just call em communities or something more inclusive?) - I do some form of martial arts

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting (MOB PSYCHO 100 BABYYYY) - I have been at an overnight event (do sleepovers count) - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year (wasn’t there myself, just went to visit my dad) - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend™ - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling- I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs (my mom does, at least) - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I have a crush on a celebrity (I mean, I probably do. can’t remember all my specific crushes at the moment...) - I have a crush on someone I know (i have a few crushes irl rn, actually) - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend 

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie (my mom is named Jamie oml) - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce (probably, can’t remember completely) - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

#tagged for me #tag meme #beans = toots #sorry I'm typing like a tool today. I'm tired.

[tigerleolam]

Rape and Death threats: the reaction to Chvrches calling out “predators and abusers” is worrying

Chvrches recently expressed their disappointment in Marshmello’s decision to collaborate with Chris brown and Tyga when they stated, “working with people who are predators and abusers enables, excuses and ultimately tacitly endorses that behaviour”. Rightfully so - Chris Brown has had a long history of violent allegations that is so dense it has earned itself its own list on People.com (link at the bottom). This includes when he was found guilty of felony assault of his girlfriend in 2009, Rihanna. Despite this, he continues to see huge success in the music industry and even won a Grammy award since; how he manages to do so is nothing short of concerning.

However, what is arguably just as bad has been how his fans have attacked Chvrches for their statement regarding this. The band’s lead singer, Lauren Mayberry, has tweeted: “I am not staying in my own home when we finish tour because the threats we have received have reached such a scale.” The band has also had to increase security measures by having police at their live shows during their tour.

Lauren has posted screenshots of some of these threats she received via private message on her Instagram page; one of them reads, “I hope tyga r**** you, then chris brown beats the s*** out of you, then R Kelly comes and p***** on your white a**.” She has also been accused of racism in a message - ironically so, as the same message calls her a “white b****”. A lot of respect goes to her for handling the situation with class; she has even censored the names of the people sending her threats.

Chris Brown, on the other hand, clearly leads by example, as he stated in his own reply on the statement in Chvrches Instagram page: “these are the type of people I wish walked in front of a speeding bus full of mental patients”. Wishing violence on others online does not help in convincing me that he has left his violent past behind him. He adds, “IM BLACK AND PROUD”, misdirecting the issue from that of domestic violence to that of racism. 

It is disappointing to see how, in spite of the immaturity and vitriol of Chris Brown and his fanbase’s comments, he has received support from other musicians in light of this. Most notably, Justin Bieber has likened Chris to Michael Jackson and 2Pac, as he says, “when CB passes away after a long full life, you will miss what you had in front of you the whole time”.

List of Chris Brown’s legal issues: https://people.com/music/chris-brown-a-timeline-of-the-singers-legal-trouble/

[mattsammonsez]

Brass Tacts: Making Your Mark

Historians often point to 1968 as a crossroads in America’s history. There’s no doubt with the political and social strife domestically and internationally that 1968 was and still remains a crucial fork in the road in our nation. But to see what got us to 1968, you have to rewind a bit to 1967 when the hot water was soon ascending to a rolling boil. In broadcasting, 1967 was quite the warm-up act as a medium that was founded by the Depression generation and made popular by the “silent” generation after World War II, was seeing its clashes with the first wave of 20-somethings from the Baby Boomers.

In September 1967, The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour was in its 6th month of a ground-breaking 2-year run on CBS, challenging society’s and the entertainment industry’s sense of norms. That envelope would be pushed more with Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In, which had its pilot episode debut on September 9th before setting the standard for counter-culture TV in 1968 on NBC. As newer, progressive, and edgier shows started pulling in younger audiences, the granddaddy of them all was in its final stages of cultural significance. 

The Ed Sullivan Show premiered on CBS in June 1948 as Toast of the Town, and starting in 1949 it would air live on Sunday nights from 8-9 p.m. Eastern, a time slot it would hold until June 1971. Its namesake host was born in 1901, and the variety show format was alive and well around the same time in the Vaudeville era. On September 17, 1967, the senior citizen host of the bygone entertainment format on the maturing medium watched primarily by older white conservative audiences was about to crash head on with the next generation of entertainment and the nation. His name was James Douglas Morrison, and the band he co-founded was called The Doors.

The Ed Sullivan Show was America’s Got Talent 60 years before AGT was even dreamed of. Before The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson or Saturday Night Live, a career could be made overnight if you got the chance to perform on Sullivan’s program. Sullivan was more than the executive producer of the show, he was the king maker and the king. Nothing cleared the airwaves on his show without his blessing, the basis of nearly two decades of kid-friendly and family-safe entertainment with live music, comedy routines, and sideshow acts. While the show was not as popular in 1968 as it was in its glory days in the mid-1950′s, the program still averaged more than 13 million viewers per episode. But those days of 13 million+ viewers were soon going to end, as what was considered “popular entertainment” in the late 1960′s was a far cry from what Sullivan spotlighted just a few years before.

At the same time, Jim Morrison and The Doors were taking off. Co-founded with keyboardist Ray Manzarek in Los Angeles in 1965, the band recorded its self-titled debut album in the summer of 1966, and scored its first hit song “Light My Fire” in the summer of 1967. After three weeks in the #1 position on the Billboard pop chart, the band wanted to carry the momentum of that song with the release of the next single “People Are Strange”. If you needed a popularity boost, and had a little tail wind with a #1 song already on your resume, The Ed Sullivan Show was the place to go for national exposure. But the home of safe entertainment was a square peg to the counterculture round hole.

As the story goes, shortly before the show went live, the band was informed that CBS’ sensors were not too keen on the lyric “Girl we couldn’t get much higher”. Keep in mind the sensors had their hands full with The Smothers Brothers, so they were a little on edge with the rock band featuring the shaggy-haired lead singer casually suggesting a drug-related feeling of getting high. A producer informed the band they would need to change the lyric to “Girl we couldn’t do much better”, although a 2017 unearthing of show notes claims the lyric was supposed to be changed to the ridiculous “Girl there’s nothing I require”. The band stewed over the suggestion that their poetic lyrics should be scrubbed clean for the audience, even though the song was #1 in pop music for three weeks.

Near the end of the program, following a stand-up routine by comedian Rodney Dangerfield, Sullivan cued up The Doors and their new single “People Are Strange”. After Morrison chillingly sang the song, the band launched into “Light My Fire”, and a moment in TV history was etched into stone:

With Morrison refusing to change the lyrics, he had defied the censors. Worst of all, he had defied the great Ed Sullivan. And nobody, no matter how popular they were, defied Ed Sullivan. In fact near the end of the clip before the commercial break, Sullivan says something to the effect of, “Just you wait” before his microphone is totally opened up for airplay. It wasn’t just a line of vengeance from the storied show host, it was a command to the youngsters on the stage. “Just you wait...” Sullivan was suggesting those little bastards weren’t going to go anywhere. HE was in charge of the situation.

When the show ended, and the band was in its dressing room, Sullivan and his producers came storming in to the room. Threats were made, insults were thrown, and the gauntlet came down. Sullivan claimed The Doors would have been booked for several more shows, but because of their defiance the deal was off. There was no turning back, as Sullivan declared that the band would “no longer do the show”. The reply from Morrison is legendary. In the who-could-care-less attitude of Morrison, he calmly declared that the Doors had “already done” The Ed Sullivan Show. Nothing more was said, but a lot was said in all of the statements if you read between the lines.

The message was clear from Morrison-- The Doors didn’t need Ed Sullivan or his outdated show. The band was a smash before they appeared on the show, and there was no need for them to come back. The statement was more than just Morrison and company feeling their oats, it was a blanket statement on entertainment and media in America as they all careened into 1968. What was popular, necessary, a must-see and a must-have in the first years of post-war America was no more. The train had left the station, and if you were still square enough to need programs like Ed Sullivan than you were a dinosaur. Take your milk-drinking Pat Boone if you want America, the cool kids are dropping out to Jim Morrison and The Doors. 

The message was also clear to Sullivan and those like him from his time-- he held no more power. The paradigm had shifted to the younger and edgier consumer, and would continue to do so for decades. Sullivan, once the king and king maker, no longer had his crown or a crown to give. In one live music performance, the torch wasn’t passed, it was snatched away by the dashing prince of the new revolution. Sullivan was old, hunched, and too conservative. Morrison was young, sexy, and a poet speaking to the masses of the Boomer generation.

Ironically, even though Morrison’s life was short, he outlived Sullivan’s show. The Ed Sullivan Show aired its final live episode on June 6, 1971. On July 3rd, Morrison died of heart failure in his bathtub in Paris. Sullivan’s show spoke for an entire older generation of Americans for 23 years. The 27-year-old Morrison spoke to the more diverse younger crowd. Both Morrison and Sullivan are well-remembered to this day as pillars of entertainment that started at different times, crashed into each other in 1967, and faded away from the public scene just weeks apart. 

Although you don’t necessarily need a “Light My Fire” moment in your career, a broadcaster or content creator can see how Morrison and The Doors not only made their mark to cement a legacy, they made a mark in the bigger picture of life. The Doors could have been like any other rock band cranking out music in the mid-to-late 1960′s, but one reason why they rise above the rest of the bands is this seminal moment with their charismatic leader. Like any band, you too continue to make one broadcast after another, or one content piece after another. But always be on the lookout for the chance to make your mark.

It may not be a generational mark like Morrison had in that one moment, but when the band was challenged to change what was working simply to satisfy one person at the top, they rose to that challenge by staying true to themselves. You too will go head-to-head with challenges, sometimes directed by the lone person at the top who is wrestling to keep that remaining bit of control in his hands. But stay true to yourself, make your mark, and as Jim would say... break on through to the other side.

This is the end, my only friend, the end... of the column. Tell all the people to visit SammonSez.com to see how we can help you make that mark in your broadcasting or content creation career path.

[missmarymac817]

I was going to choose a few of those questions for you to answer but I challenge you to do ALL OF THEM

You're going to hell for this.


01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?I mean... it's not terrible...


02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?My girlfriend, Kayla. 😁


03: Do you regret anything?I regret things I shouldn't regret. Things that aren't my fault. Ya know?


04: Are you insecure?lol what's security? Heheheheheh heh heh. Heh. 😅


05: What is your relationship status?My gay ass is taken, thanks for asking! 


06: How do you want to die?I'd like to die in the most ironic fucking way possible. And in spite of everyone. Like. Say Kayla we're so tell me “"don't go into the tiger pin, you're allergic to cats!” And I just fling my gay ass into the cage, sneezing and coughing in cat fur as the tiger mauls me. Yeah. 


07: What did you last eat?I had two donuts at break...


08: Played any sports?Yeah. I do marching band in the fall and track in the spring. 


09: Do you bite your nails?When I'm hella stressed. 


10: When was your last physical fight?I've never been in a physical fight. Hmm... I should fix that.


11: Do you like someone?KAYLA BROOKE {last name is censored for privacy} THATS WHO I LIKE


12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?All the fucking time, bro.


13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?I hate myself sometimes. 🙃


14: Do you miss someone?I miss who I used to be. I was so innocent and adorable. 


15: Have any pets?Two dogs and a turtle.


16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?Um... idk. Kinda hungry.


17: Ever made out in the bathroom?Heh. Hell yeah. My first kiss was in a bathroom. 


18: Are you scared of spiders?Who isn't?!?!


19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?Hell no. I ain't messing with flashpoint and shit.


20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?Last night. High school basketball game. In the girls' bathroom. 


21: What are your plans for this weekend?I have a track meet on Saturday and church on Sunday...


22: Do you want to have kids? How many?Yes! Three kids. An older pair of twin girls and a younger son. 


23: Do you have piercings? How many?Yeah. Just basic ear piercings. 


24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?Math and science. Always. Except in first grade when I was dumb as shit.


25: Do you miss anyone from your past?My best friend from where I used to live. We were really close and it was really sad when i moved. 


26: What are you craving right now?Sleep and a neck massage


27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?Unfortunately yes


28: Have you ever been cheated on?Unfortunately yes


29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?Unfortunately yes


30: What’s irritating you right now?This friggen QUIZZZZZ


31: Does somebody love you?Yes. I mean. I hope she does. 


32: What is your favourite color?That blue in the sky when the sun is rising but it's still dark out.


33: Do you have trust issues?What's trust?!?!? Hehhehehehheeheheheh 😅


34: Who/what was your last dream about?OML ok so it was crazy I was at a grocery store and  for some fricken reason, my friend who's a senior came up to me and told me to steal a bunch of shit and we ran from the grocery and we like drove off in her car and then when we stopped in Nebraska to get gas, I was wearing a really short and tight dress and heels that weren't even mine and then I was back where I used to live breaking up with my ex boyfriend again and it was really terrible then I woke up. What does this mean?!?! 


35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?The senior from my dream. Her last pep band game was last night. 


36: Do you give out second chances too easily?Yes, even with my trust issues


37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?Forgive. I'm very petty


38: Is this year the best year of your life?Hell yeah! I've got my first girlfriend and a new school and a new life and wooooohooooo


39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?15


40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?As an infant probably, but not since I started school. 


51: Favourite food?I just noticed that whoever made this list is European because of the u in favourite and colour. Anyways, I really like smiley fries. God those are good. 


52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?Yes. I am a firm believer in the flashpoint theory. Your actions cause reactions and if you change those actions, the reactions will differ and there is only one true way to get the life you're supposed to have. 


53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?I did my hair cuz I'm lazy in the morning


54: Is cheating ever okay?No. Absolutely not. Never. 


55: Are you mean?Idk. I'm mean if I have to be. But never for fun. 


56: How many people have you fist fought?0. None. Nada. Zip. Zero. 


57: Do you believe in true love?Yes I do. In soulmates too. 


58: Favourite weather?I like the weather where I live right now. It's sunny but just a little breezy. 
59: Do you like the snow?I love the snow cuz it means I can escape hell... I mean school... 


60: Do you wanna get married?I do. I want to get married right after college (or sooner) and I want it to last. 
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?I love when Kayla calls me Baby. I love it. Love it!!!! 


62: What makes you happy?All of my friends make me happy. I love spending time with them even though some of them give me really long lists of questions to answer *cough-Rachel-cough*


63: Would you change your name?Maybe. Idk. I think I'd love to go by my actual name soon. I go by my middle name to save the trouble of people freaking over my name. 


64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?No. It would be very easy to kiss the last person I kissed. Actually. Hey, Kayla! If you ever read this, HINT HINT HINT HINT HINT 


65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?I tell them how I feel and make sure they understand I really appreciate their friendship and I don't want anything more than that with them


66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?Yeah. Logan from where I used to live (ex boyfriend logan). 


67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?This french horn player last class period. 


68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?Kayla. Yeah. 


69: Do you believe in soulmates?I absolutely do. 


70: Is there anyone you would die for?Any one of my friends. All of them. I swear.