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falkarph · 5 months

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ASSASSIN'S CREED: MIRAGE PROMPTS

rp starters from ubisoft's assassin's creed: mirage. some may be edited. possible spoilers ahead!

❛ ugh, how the stench of pride seeps from your pores … ❜ ❛ you need something stolen? then i am your man. ❜ ❛ i’ve had a clever thought. if your mind is absent of one, you should perhaps follow mine. ❜ ❛ do you have any idea what they will do to me? ❜ ❛ anyone can wield a sword. but how will you use it? ❜ ❛ true learning requires action and stillness in equal parts. you have made the action. now seek the stillness. ❜ ❛ we are messengers of justice and not the final judges. ❜ ❛ you killed them… ❜ ❛ anyone who works from the shadows does so only because they must. ❜ ❛ we have a similar spirit, you know? ❜ ❛ i am grateful to you for leading the way before me. ❜ ❛ i cannot imagine you being afraid. ❜ ❛ to have courage means to act in the midst of great fear. ❜ ❛ i am not worthy of your prayers. ❜ ❛ you even leave like they do. ❜ ❛ few things are more dangerous than the wounded pride of a powerful man. ❜ ❛ poetry is like music to my ears. especially when i am the subject. ❜ ❛ i know such pain. and i am sorry for yours. ❜ ❛ turn your hate inward. it is your own wickedness that brought you here. ❜ ❛ how am i to guide you if you will not speak openly? ❜ ❛ i … i have struggled with nightmares. ❜ ❛ we are only as weak as we allow ourselves to be. ❜ ❛ ohhh secret stuff, what are you doing this time? stabbing? stealing? stabbing and then stealing? ❜ ❛ what was it like, the first time you took a life? ❜ ❛ if we do not quell the storm within us while awake, it will haunt us in our sleep. ❜ ❛ i‘m grateful for our bond. you are a true friend. ❜ ❛ i know it in my ripe old bones, he wants me to die of starvation. or worse, go out of business! ❜ ❛ how shameful it is that knowledge always ends up in the wrong hands. ❜ ❛ i will walk behind you, every single step, to remind you not to forget who you are. ❜ ❛ how did you find this place? you should not be here. ❜ ❛ unlike you, i keep the past in the past. ❜ ❛ i am your past. tell me … will you leave me there? in the dark corners of your memory? ❜ ❛ words are weapons enough for me. ❜ ❛ my only fear is that we become like them. ❜ ❛ sometimes it is best to leave the thorn in, lest you bleed dry. ❜ ❛ no matter what others say, you only have yourself. ❜ ❛ family? the word has no meaning. ❜ ❛ does where you stand not awaken fond memories? ❜ ❛ rumors of my villainy were greatly exaggerated. ❜ ❛ do not overthink it. you simply need to have faith. ❜ ❛ how can you hunt when you are hounded? ❜ ❛ i wait for no man. ❜ ❛ should we not seek to know our enemies better, to better defeat them? ❜ ❛ come, i rarely bite and i never leave a mark. ❜ ❛ i work in the dark to serve the light. ❜ ❛ i have heard many men say that. ❜ ❛ yours is the tongue that will not still itself, even when i beg for silence. ❜ ❛ how can i leave you to wolves such as these? ❜ ❛ my face is quite forgettable, unlike yours. ❜ ❛ my father once said, to know the measure of a man ask those who work beneath him. ❜ ❛ you spy on me now? ❜ ❛ you know where to find me when your "duty" is done. ❜ ❛ each trail of blood leads back to you. ❜ ❛ will you not stop until all of us are dead? ❜ ❛ that is forbidden ground. there is nothing there for you. ❜ ❛ you let me struggle alone! ❜ ❛ follow this path and i will kill you myself. ❜ ❛ where you go, there i will go. where you rest, there i will rest. i will walk behind you every step of the way. ❜ ❛ i will make every last one of them pay. ❜ ❛ you do not have to look to the past to know who you are. who you can be. ❜ ❛ i know you now. i see you for what you are. ❜

#rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #sentence starters #rp starters #rp sentence starters #my prompts #assassin's creed prompts #assassin's creed starters

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bigolbard · 7 months

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The Legends of Apex but they're DnD

I like Apex a lot. I like DnD a lot. I couldn't sleep last night, so this happened. Some of them are based on personality, others on mechanics. Some of them also get subclasses because fuck you, I make the rules. Read on at your own risk.

Bloodhound. A lover of nature and beasts, and an expert tracker. Bloodhound is a RANGER.

Gibraltar. Incredibly tough to hit, wields a shield, and can unload massive damage when needed. Gibraltar is a PALADIN.

Lifeline. A medic, but not the best medic. Reliable healing with the ability to revive while still fighting. Lifeline is a DIVINE SOUL SORCERER.

Pathfinder. Incredibly mobile. Likes to push fights quickly, but can disengage just as quickly. Is into hand to hand combat. Pathfinder is a MONK.

Wraith. Gained the ability to travel between dimensions. Harnesses a power that is now innate. Wraith is a SORCERER.

Bangalore. Boring at first glance, but full of interesting potential when you really take a minute to think about it. Was a soldier. Bangalore is a FIGHTER.

Caustic. An incredibly intelligent individual who is very good at making alchemical substances. Caustic is an ALCHEMIST ARTIFICER.

Mirage. Tries a little too hard to be funny, but is genuinely charismatic. Likes to be the center of attention, but is still quite intelligent. Mirage is a BARD with the Artificer Initiate feat. (He could also be a Trickery Cleric, depending on if you value personality or ability.)

Octane. Reckless, aggressive, and fast. Fight first, think later. Octane is a BARBARIAN.

Wattson. An electrical genius who uses their inventions to gain the upper hand. Wattson is an ARTIFICER.

Crypto. The poster boy of edgy backstories that the DM had to go through great lengths to un-edge. Incredibly paranoid. Crypto is a ROGUE.

Revenant. Sneaky and stabby. Revenant is also a ROGUE. (An Assassin Rogue, to be precise.)

Loba. Sneaky and steal-y. Loba is also also a ROGUE (A Thief Rogue, to be precise.)

Rampart. She makes things by hand and kills things by hand (using the things she made by hand). Shiela is literally an Eldritch Cannon. Rampart is an ARTILLERIST ARTIFICER.

Horizon. Arguably the most intelligent Legend in the games. Clearest proficiencies are in gravitational science and related fields. Likes to create black holes. Horizon is a SCHOOL OF GRAVITURGY WIZARD.

Fuse. Sold his soul for fame and fortune. Has a projectile weapon that never runs out of uses and does good damage. Fuse is a WARLOCK.

Valkyrie. Chaotic as hell. Wants to seduce everyone. Successfully injected herself into a blossoming relationship and faced no consequences. Valkyrie is a BARD.

Seer. A cursed child who isn't actually cursed. Defined by the events of his birth, which spawned a legend not necessarily deserved. Seer is a SORCERER.

Ash. A trained fighter who prefers swords over guns. Incredibly skilled at murder, but can also tear through space, appearing to be in two places at once. Ash is an ECHO KNIGHT FIGHTER.

Maggie. Will fight anyone and anything at anytime. When she rages, no one is safe. Maggie is a BERSERKER BARBARIAN.

Newcastle. Will protect you and pick you up if you fall. Has a shield, and knows how to use it. Kind of a dork, but in a good way. Newcastle is a CLERIC.

Catalyst. An area control specialist who's very in-tune with nature, astrology, and spirituality. Catalyst is a CIRCLE OF THE STARS DRUID.

Vantage. A long-range sniping specialist with an animal companion. Vantage is a BEAST MASTER RANGER.

Ballistic. A master of arms with a knack for poetry and the classics. A refined man with refined taste and did I mention a whole lot of guns. Ballistic is a SAMURAI FIGHTER.

#apex legends #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd memes #apex memes #dnd classes #shitpost

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king-of-knives · 1 year

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It's been two years since I started this stupid blog. And I'd be a liar if I say it was anything I expected. Tumblr definitely kept misery at bay, But it also gave me some amazing people I could rely on at my worst, I talk to half of them still after tumbler killed gcs but it's been a wild two year where I've grown and explored myself and met people whom I love so much so as this year starts this is a thank you to all of them.

Shrey,arty,snowy,vv,fari,sattie,Kay,anki,vani, bethy,tisbo,coco,tintin,nits,Eury,moony,maira, nano,xexe,lee,cookie,kaz all the people from coven, and poetry groups, God I'm grateful I met yall and I love yall to bits and I'd be very happy if anyone asks me if I knew any of them I'd say yes proudly... and I've been out of touch with some of them and I do regret it but it is what it is ... anyways Happy new year guys I hope you've a lovely and amazing year

@gay-ass-hell @liestookmyvibes @thelilsnowflakeinrain @user-vanished @wallflowerkays @khalicooker @yxungsatan @bloodnwine-writer @intoxicatednits @a-moonlit-poet @wtfrochh @yoursdramatically @theazurepoet @dazebearr @vantaerayleigh1997 @notyourrwifu @nezhcs @dobaara @mirages-desert @bitchless-era-over @inara-a @bleehhhhgirl @aayatt

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raptorfae53 · 2 months

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OPTIMUS PRIME REDESIGN. (Any Pronouns)

Whilst the current holder of the matrix of leadership and heir to Adaptus Prima, Optimus never thought they'd get the matrix,and by all accounts shouldn't have. Initially, they were Orion Pax, a small ex-logistics worker who'd found themselves marooned on earth with a dozen other autobots and decepticons, transformed by the matrix's power after being trapped in a collapsing spaceship wreck. Orion however is probably the last bot you'd think would become a prime,non-confrontational, often stricken with worry regarding their duties and more interested in learning about the planet earths history and culture than anything, often resorting to very un-cybertronian applications of a mix of human and cybertronian leadership and military tactics to thwart the decepticons schemes as opposed to the charismatic conquerors that preceded them, much to the oft-constant scrutiny of their team,particularly the upstart hot rod and ex-arisocrat mirage. Still, it takes a lot to get optimus truly angry (and primus help anyone who incurs said rage), so it's mostly brushed off.

Between all this ,their history with space pirate elita one and the megatron-authored poetry and manifestos-shaped skeleton in their figurative closet,being a prime sure is far from an easy role,but optimus tries to be the best leader they can be, the matrix can't be taken out of their internal mechanisms without killing them anyway,so it's not like they have much of a choice...

Back again with another Transformers Infinite design,this time with one of its central characters, Optimus Prime. Whilst their design and personality is primarily inspired by the Transformers Prime and Animated version, the central ethos for my design of OP is "what if they didn't want the job" and to style them more like a king or emperor (hence the cape and circlet/crown styled helmet) ,think a more reluctant "king arthur" type character if anything mixed with someone like Milo from Atlantis the lost empire.

(Also, in regards to pronouns, optimus doesn't really mind what people refer to them as, but sticks to they/them when conversing with humans since the neutral Cybertronian pronoun they use is untranslatable)

Anyways,wdyt? Hope you like the art as well as how TFI is coming along so far.

#transformers #tf redesigns #transformers infinite #my art #traditional art

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jinkicake · 2 years

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Sigh, back at it again😔 okay so hear me out; my fav thing is to like subvert popular fandom tropes bc everyone is wrong and I’m right. Like no Venti isn’t your uwu little blushy bottom boy he’s a god who can and will fuck you in his church on the altar and nobody will stop him🥰 so the chaotic switch Venti has grabbed me by the neck and will it let go and I’m just imagining everyone else, back to my (toxic) ex boyfriend Xiao propaganda I imagine like in your head your like “ lmao this man has not had ass in like 4 centuries imma Rock his world” and like 20 mins in you have to tap out and ask for a water beak and he’s like 🙄 is that all? Like you gotta train like your training for a marathon to fuck Xiao like even when he’s not all rough and animalistic, he’s just attacking all your weak spots at once, truly feel like he could have you suck his dick while he does like paperwork (in a modern Au) and he wouldn’t flinch like he has the best poker face ever so you gotta throw him off his rhythm 👀 itto I actually hc as bad at sex and it’s funny asf bc someone made like a tweet about it that and I’m like??? Your absolutely right!! He cums so quick but bc oni blood he can do it as many times until your satisfied and he tries rly hard to please you so it’s fun to tease him and his dick is huge so by default he’s already better than most, only time I will allow him to destroy someone’s insides is when he’s in heat and can’t think straight, gorou my beloved; he’s a whole war general like he’s killed people and seen his friends die same as kazuha there’s no way this man don’t know about sex.. HES A DOG! Like he in my eyes is a switch leaning bottom bc hehe funny god man have sensitive ears but if you tease him too much he will have to put you in your place, starts talking all sharp and serious likes he giving orders to his recruits and it’s a lil scary, and next to him kazuha , idk what I want from him exactly bc I do like mr steal yo girl I can make you cum without even using more than 2 fingers but also would like to tie him op🤔 he to me feels like a bag of tricks like he’s always a surprise, like he seems like a calm quiet poetry boy but he’s literally so unhinged like in the last summer event w everyone he body slams a delusional man to get him to come to his senses and every one is like😰 and done even get me started in his mirage,,,,, yeah that is not a good boy for even when we meet him in the quest he such a little shit!! “ you fight well” and telling the dude who stole the dead vision that he was gunna break his fingers???? Even paimon was like?? Ayo why we going so fucking fast??😭 he just be saying shit to throw people off!! Like him and Beido always got this “ flirting but not really but we have a secret that we can’t tell you but we gon talk about you infront of you” vibe going on like the way they speak?? Yeah I would not be surprised if you ended up in some back room on the ship at night w both of them bc they always scheming 😒 albedo my beloved melanin challenged man💕 he’s just like his twin so I feel like whole he wants to act all soft and romantic he will get scary if you test him or if he gets stressed enough, def the type to hit sore spots when you argue that’s like okay see I wanted to fuck you bc your hot when mad but imma punch you now🔪 definitely does everything w passion and romancing in mind. Would not be surprised in the slightest if he read books on flirting like noelle did in her hangout thing💀 mf is in that lab watching romcoms!! When I frost got into the game I was like he is never beating the weirdo allegations bc I always see him and trying to do some kind of experiment on someone like??? You can literally ask me like lmao I’m down you don’t gotta be sneaky unless it’s crazy

no, i agree that everything you say is right, nothing can prove that wrong!!!!!

but yes.... people always soften venti and it's like,,,,, come on.... come on!!! are we talking about the same venti? it's all a front he puts on to fool and distract everyone! i know he is crazy!!!! (.... i like crazy and reckless venti, hes the fucking free archon like?!)

AND I NEED YOU TO SPEAK LOUDER ON XIAO BECAUSE EXACTLY, EXACTLY. He's sometimes written as someone who doesn't know shit about pleasing a bitch and it's like LOOK AT HIM... LOOK AT HIM!!! Xiao knows exactly what to do and he can go for DAYS while doing it.... my heart is racing just thinking about it!!! I love toxic ex bf xiao!

itto is a himbo (that is my one cliche trope idc idc) so yes he cums in two seconds but can go for hours on end... I agree i agree!!! speaking of gorou,,, i love a good itto gorou ship,,, there i said it!

also yes kazuha would be insane bc it's always the quiet ones that surpise you the most!! the mention of beidou and kazuha just reminded me of how i literally ship anyone w everyone like itto sara the whole enemies to lovers is fun and theyre hot together- i could ship xiao w a fucking rock if i thought they were fun together omg

albedo.... i could do a thinkpiece on him truly- i just love the quiet psychos!!!! not that he's really a psycho but he could be! like his unleashed power that's supposed to destroy ****** ,,, wow..... just wow! but about his experiments.... i wouldnt hate them HAH YEAH I would read some good yandere albedo performing experiments on the reader..... it sounds fUN

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu

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iwouldratherbeinacoffin · 1 year

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Can't stop bringing you down on poetry

The facade of my face of

not needing you cracks

my heart.

Your words linger on my breaths

and there are remanants of you

on my dead skin.

Your love is my religion and

you are the museum of

all my sacred thoughts.

You are thief invading my space,

going through the

compartments silently.

I'm here pretending the noises

happening are

nothing but promises.

Are you hurting me?

Yes,

but I'll be coming back

to the hurt I famaliar.

You are broken,

Your broken is beautiful

and I'm just here

admiring your beauty.

Just when I try to hold you,

it pricks me.

I pick out a rose from the bush .

Look down at my bleeding hand,

thorns pricking my skin.

And lord knows that I should stop.

I shouldn't drink the blood,

It's no holy water.

Miraging as one,

the poison is killing my body.

You left too early,

so in hurry.

How can I find an antidote?

Baby, please, you need to stop.

There is a massacre of

the feelings you left in your wake.

You claimed it as divine,

this seems nothing but a crime.

#grunge #dark academia #diary #love #love literary #poets on tumblr #heartbreak #spilled poetry #poetry #poem #you were never really here #heartache

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babyannihilator · 8 months

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July 26, 2005

lately i’ve been into believing fictional stories like the ones about me and you being happy. they’ve gotta be science fiction cause how else can you have a monster fall in love with a boy with no heart? actually i’m pretty sure you have a heart, but i’m just as certain it’ll never be mine. i can tell you’re willing to be loved somewhere on the inside but that doesn’t do me any good when i’m still seeing things through thick curtains over windows and padlocked doors on the outside. bitter regrets, predictable forfeits. we lit a fire that was nothing but smoke and hot air. ashes. my hands are empty and you hold all the cards, kind of funny how you don’t even want them/me. the final nail in my coffin stabbed me in the heart - from my back. you once made my heart skip a beat, now you make it want to skip this. you’ve got salty nails ripping my wounds open that you’re telling me to let heal. love is a mirage, you only think it’s there for so long..til you either wise up or die of hydration. love is the way to blow your brains out minus the gun, i swear. it’s the stupidest form of suicide cause you don’t die. and whatever doesn’t kill you only laughs at you for coming close enough to. sorry, it’s just the bitterness talking. ignore it/me. i’m just loose words hanging on the ends of your lips, even looser when i’m anywhere near your hips. poetry written from blistered fingertips and sleep deprived eyes that was better before the ink dried. he said, "i should have stayed with her,” and i should have stayed away. held together by paperclips and lies, a part of me is still trying to pretend i was (mis)hearing things but even the voices in my head aren’t that mean to me. and them “i’m sorry,” too late, i’m a better (re)actor than the one you’re being to convince me. i’m just convinced that telemarketers are the only people with more hangups than me. you called this before you knew the number, and hung up before you got a responce. tell me any of this will get me somewhere worth being without being left behind. i tried, i gave it/you my all, but all i can do is give up. i don’t tell you my insecurities so you can use them against me, but help me get over them. instead you said and did the worst thing you could do. worse than cheating to me, i hope you know. but whatever i don’t even know, i guess sometimes it takes losing what you had to see what you didn’t.

sooo yeah, this is where i actually admit i’m tired, and i go to bed. sweet. goodnight.

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proudminion · 2 years

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Moving on from things is a difficult process. A bad relationship, a bad choice, or a terrible past. The journey takes a toll on you. You break to pieces and wait for the only thing that can heal you to... well, heal you - time. Time heals all wounds, sure. But the process of coming out of your shell is like a gruesome warzone with more sacrifices than victories. Where your internals ache constantly, always at war with each other, as you try to get on with your life.

If you're lucky enough, you come out stronger than ever at the right precise moment but at the slightest of odds, if you find yourself at the center of this god-forsaken hurt longer than that, the process becomes bizarre. You succumb to pathetic coping mechanisms, you find comfort in the worst of places, or worse, people and then you start creating yet another past you'd be trying to move on from for the rest of your life. The mysteries of the universe no longer allure you, the scientific discoveries no longer fascinate you and poetry and art just start to seem nothing but a glorification of a life not quite understood by rather sweet lunatics mainly because they themselves didn't quite understand the apathetic nature of apathetic humans.

I've always wondered what makes us such complex beings. Why we've made something as simple and supposedly unconditional as love a ridiculous tapestry of our messed-up thoughts? Why do we sabotage a simple world with our own monstrous myths? Why do we insist on killing the one thing that makes us? Why we are taught that moving on from things is better than embracing them? And can we actually have anything at all or everything's just a mirage? The questions are unfathomable. Maybe everything that includes us is unfathomable. Maybe moving on is not someplace you arrive at, after all. It's just that we become okay with what we are and what we have rather than remembering everything we aren't.

But then we're humans. And our consciousness tells us to create our own world, our own memories and keep on living. Maybe that's what keeps us going. Our ability to keep moving forward with our barrage of emotions than without it. And maybe that's what makes us strong. Maybe our experiences make us, rather than the other way round. And without those experiences, we'd be nothing.

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bibliocratic · 3 years

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meditations jon/martin post-199, pre-200, no finale spoilers

Jon is curled inwards, away from the brickwork of the tunnel walls that degrades into densely packed earth, his body bowed and legs brought up closer to his chest like a slovenly question mark. Martin forms a distorted reflection of him, carnivalesque in the extent of their differences.

Their air mingles in the chrysalis they’ve made with the other. The spectre of cigarette smoke, a dash of unlabelled alcohol. The plastic-lined material of the sleeping bag amplifies the timbre of their speech with the acoustic quality of a confessional, their conversations meandering and earnest and a last-ditch unburdening of the soul, bookended by long, dwarfing silences that resonate with as much meaning. Touch is offered, given, laboured over with more care and thought like the final brush strokes of a painting the artist cannot bear to finish. Intentionally pained in their gentleness.

(“I read your poetry, you know.”

“What? When?”

“Way back. After you found Gertrude. You must have thrown them in the bin, while you were staying in Archive storage.”

“This was when you were…?”

“Yes.”

“Right. Makes sense. Did you… er, did you like them?”

“Not all of them. Too much Keats.”

“Oh come off your high horse, mister…”

“Buut. I was intrigued.”

“I’m so pleased to hear I was intriguing. Go on then. Which ones did you like then, if you can bear to tell me.”

“There was one…um, what was it. I’m sure it had a line about windows, yeah, ‘windows shimmering like trapped oil’.”

“God, that’s the one you liked? That one was terrible, Jon, they all were, that’s why they were in the bin!”

“I thought it had merit.”

“Well, if you thought it had merit…. Wish you’d read some of the actual good stuff. I had a few that I was pretty proud of. They weren’t perfect or anything, but not everything has to be.”

“No. No, you’re right.”)

Martin has his hand over Jon’s chest. Splayed out over his heart, strangely solemn. His forehead is warm against Jon’s, and the proximity rubs all the lines of him blurry. Jon is trailing the pad of his thumb down the back of Martin’s fingers, plotting knuckle to fingertip, and when he stops, the sensation lingers like a mirage.

(“When I was in the Lonely. When Peter did his… did his thing. I didn’t think of you. What losing me would do, how you would feel, how you might mourn like – like I’d had to. I could have, if I’d tried to, but I didn’t want to. Maybe I thought it was easier that way. The last tangible thought I remember having was that it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”

“I killed him. Peter Lukas.”

“I know.”

“I’m not sorry. I won’t ever be.”

“I know.”)

Time does not adhere to passage for all the future is borne closer to the shoreline of the present. Jon’s fingers continue their knitted-brow memorisation, trace at the puckered and unsightly barbed-wire drag of scarring a centimetre above Martin’s Adam’s apple. Martin kisses him, infrequently, unpredictable, compelled by thoughts Jon is not witness to, and his lips give their attention to clear and damaged skin alike.

It is like the gradual break-up of once insurmountable ice floe. Jagged chunks of conversation, mismatched, unmoored to the open spread of the sea.

(“I never – I never really wanted you dead, you know. Chopped up into little pieces. I just… it’s not an excuse, but you were… your presence was a testament to all the ways I wasn’t doing my job properly, that I wasn’t enough, and I resented that. So, I resented you instead, and I shouldn’t have.”)

(“I was so angry after you told me about the whole Eric Delano, leaving-the-institute, thing. I was angry that you wouldn’t just trust me, that you wouldn’t leave me alone, that you wouldn’t let me fade away. That all of a sudden you wanted me in your life when everything I was doing was to make sure you’d get to keep living it.”)

(“I would have done it. If you’d said yes. I couldn’t do it on my own. I didn’t know what it might do to me. Scared, I suppose. Still am.”)

(“I don’t want to die. I did, for… for a long time. But not now. I don’t want this to be it. All the time we get, all the life we got to live together.”)

Sounds of life from the other tunnels, the susurrus of moving and muted chatter, the preparations for a last stand.

Jon speaks his final piece against the skin of Martin’s collarbone, Martin against Jon’s cheek.

They kiss. Once. Neither of them say that it might be the last, but they both think it.

#tma #the magnus archives #no spoilers for 200 #tma 199 #also known as this finale is hitting me harder than expected #jonmartin #discussion of suicidal ideation

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thanksjro · 4 years

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Robots in Disguise (2012), #1-22- A Recap, For Reference Purposes

Before we begin with “Dark Cybertron”, a lightning round style recap on the 22 issues that took place in the sister series to MTMTE, Robots in Disguise; just so we know what’s up with all the folks who didn’t hitch a ride on the Lost Light.

Here’s the Story So Far, since it’s been a minute.

Now for the nitty gritty.

Cybertron is a literal hellscape, as established in The Death of Optimus Prime, the very flora of the planet trying to murder anything that comes within a few miles of the surface. This has caused a massive economic slump in the tourist trap towns, who surely will not survive without the summertime revenue. Truly, life is cruel and not worth living.

Bumblebee narrates, as we show off all the weirdoes who live on Cybertron now. Bumblebee tries to greet a new batch of arrivals, as Metalhawk actively attempts to make him look like Satan incarnate, because all the NAILs have gone full ACAB at this point.

A robot who looks like he’s wearing a beanie commits vandalism and is then subjected to violence via Decepti-cop.

This is more or less the flavor for RID as a whole. You have been warned.

Prowl breaks someone’s hand just because he can. Blurr is made to arrest someone for disturbing the peace, even though he’s, like, basically the only guy on the Autobots who isn’t a cop. Bumblebee doesn’t believe in democracy.

Ratbat is the leader of the Decepticons, even though Soundwave is right friggin’ there. We establish that the military state is in full swing. Prowl commits a microaggression against a Senator. Ratbat gets pissy about his guys going out to beat people up, not because it violates his moral sensibilities, but because it benefits the Autobots.

Probably that you’re killing people by remote control, in as horrified a tone as he could manage, because that’s FUCKING EVIL. Seems pretty straightforward to me.

Prowl says to cancel the memorial for the Lost Light, because he thinks the Decepticons are up to something. Which they are.

Everyone hates the Autobots. Like, everyone.

Ironhide runs away from a murderous hedge and smashes into a wall. Prowl has a talk with a mysterious individual about his feelings during a romantic sunset.

Metalhawk releases hat guy from prison. He and Bumblebee have a little chat, during which he tries to gaslight the little guy. Bumblebee explodes Horri-Bull’s head in front of at least 30 people.

Except he actually didn’t, because the chips don’t actually work. T’was a ruse! Starscream enters the narrative. Ratbat used to be an actual person and not just a bat. Sideswipe wants to shoot someone. Bumblebee tasers a man unprovoked; guess he’s picked up a little paranoia from that time he got shot.

Starscream calls Prowl ugly, then spills the beans on Ratbat’s plan to kill Bumblebee at the memorial, solely because he thinks Ratbat is an idiot. Needlenose and Skywarp beat up a NAIL to work through their emotions.

Bumblebee shows a snuff film to hundreds of people at the memorial. Skywarp tries to frame a NAIL for murder, but Prowl says nuts to that idea, through the power of dramatic irony.

Long Haul tells a fib. Bumblebee and Metalhawk agree to work together. Ratbat gets turned into chunky salsa by Arcee, who will use the excuse of self-defense if questioned. Starscream pulls some fucking bullshit and third-wheels the agreement between Bumblebee and Metalhawk.

Ratbat’s death is played off as a suicide. Blurr is still a cop. Starscream is helpful. There’s a guy who looks like a frog, and I don’t care for what his eyes are doing.

Frog guy explodes, because nature is a cruel mistress.

Wheeljack has a hell of a time trying to answer the phone in the middle of an economic debate. Prowl is paranoid. Starscream handles the housing crisis. Wheeljack visits the hospital and causes a scene. Another explosion happens, killing dozens, including this guy:

You will be missed, Tiddytron.

Wheeljack realizes that the moon is trying to kill everyone, so he shoots missiles at the problem. The Aerialbots fuck off into the wilderness.

The Decepticons get some perks now that Starscream’s a government employee. Starscream destroys the military state through the power of talking over people. Prowl and his cronies investigate a murder at the trash factory.

Bombshell is arrested for thought crime, and spills the beans on the I/D chips not working. Prowl has Dirge on a chain for some reason, and it ends up causing nothing but trouble. Blurr runs every red light in the city to make a citizen’s arrest, and gets his ass kicked by a bunch of construction workers. Prowl has a complex about Spike Witwicky.

Prowl fixes the I/D chip issue and things go poorly for the construction workers. Blurr gets upset about having his ass kicked by construction workers. Prowl is very paranoid, even as he has a borderline pinup panel devoted to his weird robot bellybutton and positively ridiculous cinched waist. I begin to worry about how much I’m learning about Andrew Griffith’s tastes.

The poetry shark shows up.

Arcee reveals a little bit about herself, and I shed a tear as I shake my fist in the general direction of England, cursing Simon Furman’s name.

Metalhawk brings Sky-Byte to a literal trashcan fire to meet his buddies, and they all rag on the Autobots for a while.

Ironhide goes joyriding and finds Sky-Byte Oh Yorick-ing a Sweep’s head. Turns out they have a history. Blurr reveals his dream to own a bar. Metalhawk brings up the fact that setting up a group of folks to have their heads explode if they step out of line is some dystopian bullshit.

Sky-Byte meets up with his old buddy Swindle, and gets the skinny on the bullshit that’s being pulled on this brand-new Cybertron. Everything goes to shit very quickly. Streetwise gets set on fire. Prowl needs to stop. Ironhide commits violence against the general populace, then advocates for the removal of the I/D chips.

Blurr opens a bar, and it’s dinosaur-friendly. Prowl commits property damage on a table, because he’s tablephobic. Ironhide reveals the future.

Shockwave sends an entire race of Big Birds to their frozen demise. Orion Friggin’ Pax comes back into the narrative, in the middle of his giant fuck-off-from-responsibility space adventure. Wheelie and Garnak are here, which is cool, I guess. Jhiaxus yells a bunch, and Orion decides to go to Big Bird planet.

It’s farkin’ cold in here.

Orion and Hardhead talk about Rodimus’ tumultuous relationship with death. Shockwave is the only person in the universe who understands quantum mechanics. Monstructor wakes up from his cryo-sleep. Wheelie and Garnak are grievously wounded, and the patch job seems less than medically sound, since we’ve just put a screw into Garnak’s orbital socket to hold his eye-patch in place. Orion walks into a trap, knowingly and willingly.

Wheeljack does some espionage, even though Mirage is right friggin’ there. Turmoil swings by Cybertron to say hello- the Decepticon, not the emotional state. Drift is outed as a war criminal- well, more so than originally thought. Turmoil has a time machine.

Sky-Byte and Jazz team up for slam poetry night. Blurr tells Metalhawk a story. Wheeljack’s espionage adventure goes poorly. Turmoil gets trapped in a hamster ball. Wheeljack and Metalhawk get trapped in a hamster ball.

The Dinobots and Ironhide go on a camping trip. Starscream craves democracy. Skylynx is a glorified taxi. Slag hasn’t changed his name yet, despite half of the people working for IDW being from the UK. Swoop breaks down IDW Phase Two to its bare essentials.

Prowl sits on someone’s desk, because he doesn’t respect tables. Slag’s face is on fire all the time, and it’s sort of distracting. Swindle bothers Shockwave. Ironhide is attacked by the Dinobots.

Bumblebee sits outside and has some Night Thoughts. Cybertron wants everyone to stick together, and God help you if you don’t. Bumblebee is beginning to develop a complex. Blurr is upset with himself. Ravage and the Reflectors go on an adventure. The time machine isn’t actually a time machine. The time machine disappears.

Ironhide finds the Aerialbots, who have been combinered by the horrors of new Cybertron. Everyone yells at Bumblebee.

We get a taste of Old World Cybertronian propaganda, where everyone talks in the third person, as is tradition. Starscream gets curvier every issue. Again, I begin to worry about how much I’m learning about Andrew Griffith’s tastes.

Blurr causes an explosion in the wilderness looking for Ironhide, much to Starscream’s delight. There is a Titan under the ground, and its very existence is making reality shit the bed. Tailgate’s lies in MTMTE are so extensive, red herrings have leaked into the sister series.

Nova Prime commissioned Monstructor, and Omega Supreme hated it so much he punched it in the face.

Starscream invites a bunch of friends over to see the Titan. Brainstorm is used as a scale for end-of-the-world scenarios. Starscream is revealed to be chosen by the gods.

The Reflectors visit a planet and shit gets weird very quickly. Wheelie is about to have a goddamned stress-induced aneurysm, not that Orion particularly cares. Time nonsense is established. Wheelie-speak becomes plot-relevant. Livio Ramondelli subjects me to his nightmares’ nightmares.

Starscream gets interviewed on national television. Starscream owns a hat that makes him look like a Gundam. Omega Supreme explodes. Metalhawk flip-flops between who he’s defending like a fish on the dock. Starscream yells at Shockwave for being an instigator. Prowl and Starscream make a deal.

Arcee stabs a cat in the throat. IDW settles the debate- at least for their own continuity- and says RIRFIB. Prowl takes a fireball to the face to convince people he’s on the up-and-up. Arcee is smarter than Starscream. This asshole shows back up.

Bumblebee really, really wants to kill Megatron, but politics demand he be taken in as a POW. The fellas construct a conspiracy theory. Starscream tries to lead his peers, but it goes poorly. Not a single medical professional of Cybertronian descent actually keeps track of their patients. Maccadam’s gets several light fixtures ruined by Arcee. Wheeljack gets called a tool. Prowl shows up in his hot new body, decked out with enough weaponry to annihilate a small country and a gun that’s as big as he is.

Starscream gives Megatron a piece of his mind. The Decepticons are rioting in the streets. Prowl shows Wheeljack his toys. Arcee plays her trump card. Bumblebee tries his hand at negotiation.

Bumblebee learns a valuable lesson about leadership. Politics are hell. Megatron is released from prison. Democracy finally gets its day. Megatron enters the Black Room with his whole ass hanging out. Pretty much every Decepticon you thought was dead isn’t actually dead.

Metalhawk gets a taste of how 24/7 news has ruined everything. Prowl is revealed to be the mastermind behind all the bullshit that’s been going on the last few months, and he’s been working with Megatron. Swindle gets run over by a train. Wheeljack’s head is turned into a memory by Prowl. The crazy-making signal out in the wilderness was made by Megatron. Megatron walks in in his hot new bod, carrying his old one like his new bride. And what a pretty bride it is.

We get a literal talking heads sequence explaining just how exactly Megatron survived the events of “Chaos” and why Combiners are the bees’ knees. Prowl isn’t Prowl, but actually being controlled by Bombshell.

Dang, wonder who could have caused that, CHROMEDOME.

Prowl is released from his mind-control, and immediately plays the blame game with Bumblebee. The Constructicons and Prowl have a thing going, and show it off, much to Bumblebee’s horror.

Circuit gets given Fixit’s dialogue for some reason, and I can’t tell if this was an issue on the art side or the script side. Devastator wrecks shop. Megatron laughs at Starscream for being a loser, then crushes Bumblebee’s head like a grape. Ironhide finally shows up to the party, and he brought a veggie platter.

Jazz tries to warn the medical staff about the Combiner coming their way, but no one ever listens to Jazz. Prowl has a crisis of self. Jazz breaks up the two-man act. Megatron let Bumblebee keep his cane, proving that even heartless monsters can respect the Disabilities Act.

Ironhide and the Dinobots save the day. Superion and Devestator get into a fistfight. Prowl reaffirms his complex over Spike Witwicky. Bumblebee says some halfway transphobic shit, and I shed a tear as I shake my fist in the general direction of England, cursing Simon Furman’s name. Arcee switches sides again and stabs Bombshell in the face. Prowl takes a nap. The tides turn.

Ironhide resists Frenzy’s sonic attack through the sheer power of gumption. Skywarp says fuck this and gets out of dodge. Devastator becomes a real boy.

Bumblebee WILL kill Megatron. Arcee makes it weird. Ironhide helps Prowl figure out his life. Bumblebee never learns. Metalhawk saves his BFF, and gets his arm shot off for his troubles. Starscream uses Metalhawk’s fuck-you-level long arm to kill a man.

Swindle carries a dude twice his size to safety with one of his arms off. Needlenose gets his just desserts. Devastator rips off his head to escape his crippling self-doubt. The Constructicons are having a hell of a day.

You said it, Hook.

Wheeljack saves the day from beyond the grave, that clever man. Metalhawk is killed by politics. Hat Guy tries to fight Bumblebee, and gets mad that he doesn’t remember his name. They’ve spoken to each other maybe once.

Metalhawk is made into a playing chip by Starscream, and also a speech writer from beyond the pale. Starscream tells everyone to get naked or fuck off, then takes off his top. All the Autobots and Decepticons who don’t want to get naked fuck off into the wilderness.

The Dark Cybertron “Prelude" issues kick in.

Shockwave and Dreadwing fly through the photorealistic sky to get to where the Titan is.

Listen here you little shit-

Shockwave shoots Dreadwing to test a theory, because ethics are for nerds.

Back when Shockwave was a hot guy with feelings, Jhiaxus was dealing with the Monstructor thing, then fucked off into space. Shockwave took the opportunity to be better than his teacher in every way, as is tradition. Proteus threw a whole-ass person across the room, because classism. Shockwave revealed himself to be a budding ecoterrorist. Shockwave joined a terrorist organization to further his own goals. Orion Pax tried to appeal to Shockwave’s softer side. Megatron killed the Senate. Shockwave replaced his shitty claws with a gun. Shockwave shot Dai Atlas in the legs and can’t explain why.

Dreadwing comes back to life, thanks to the power of Shockwave’s 14th ore.

Bumblebee has the Big Sad about Starscream being King of Iacon. Arcee doesn’t know what emotional turmoil feels like. Metalhawk’s lifeless body lays in the sun for several hours. Prowl is propositioned by the Constructicons. Arcee tells Prowl’s darkest secret, and it kills Bumblebee. Swoop is having a great time.

Arcee knows about Bumblebee being Hasbro’s golden boy. Prowl uses his manners, but only when no one can hear him. Arcee and the Constructicons get into a fight, with more flaming swords getting involved than you might expect. Slag offers to buy Arcee a drink.

Bumblebee gets a hot new body. Arcee gives herself a stick-and-poke tattoo. In a few hours, the sun will rise.

Pal, you are way ahead of schedule.

Shockwave makes a dramatic entrance.

Waspinator tells a story about the time he killed a servant of God and met death. Orion and pals visit Gorlam Prime. The Dead Universe comes into the narrative again. Wheelie has his arm blown off to keep from getting disintegrated, but he shrugs it off, because life is always awful for Wheelie.

Waspinator gets chased through the desert by Monstructor. Orion Pax acts like a dumbass. A Titan is revealed. Monstructor rides on the time-travel ship like it’s a horsey. Waspinator controls a Titan and makes it teleport. Orion plays fourth-dimensional chess, and reveals that his personal ship is named after his best friend.

Starscream talks to a corpse. Blurr tells Starscream to fuck off. A very good boy enters the narrative. The paparazzi ruin Starscream’s attempt to get underlings to do what he wants. A literal rat enters the narrative.

Starscream talks to Megatron, and I genuinely don’t have the words to explain what exactly is going on with that guy. Starscream takes a gander into the very good boy’s toolbox. The very good boy lays it on thick. Starscream destroys a man’s reputation.

Starscream breaks into Rattrap’s apartment. Rattrap becomes a government employee. Starscream talks to Wheeljack, who isn’t dead.

Soundwave has a flashback to when the Decepticons surrendered after the Chaos event, confirming that Ratbat was universally hated. Soundwave has robo-synesthesia. Shockwave is the perfect Cybertronian- Soudwave hates him for it.

Shockwave calls his teacher. Ravage judges Soundwave. The Decepticons reminisce on the time they resorted to cannibalism. Soundwave thinks mourning is for dumb babies and tells everyone to shut up because he’s big man on campus now.

Nobody deserves it more than you, babe.

The infighting begins, because no Decepticon has the ability to be halfway decent to each other, and they won’t learn that skill for a good while. Needlenose throws Blitzwing across a field and admits to having feelings. Soundwave is abandoned by the Decepticon forces.

Soundwave talks to himself in the Crystal City, then gets his ass kicked by Dreadwing.

In the past, Shockwave calls Bombshell a loser and outdoes him.

Soundwave kills Dreadwing. Shockwave hides in the shadows like a weirdo. Soundwave is done trusting Shockwave. Soundwave grabs Shockwave by the boob and yells at him. Soundwave is a hopeful guy.

In the past, Soundwave stole Ratbat’s brain and put it in a cassette, proving that space-Communism only works on paper.

Soundwave punches Shockwave in the head. Shockwave assumes Soundwave is alone, despite knowing he can contain many small men inside him.

Shockwave explodes a cat. Soundwave fires missiles at Shockwave and hits him in the tit. Shockwave would fuck Microsoft Excel if he could. Frenzy is just happy to be here- no, I didn’t mix them up, the colorist did.

Ravage is a grown-ass man. Soundwave’s synesthesia used to be a lot worse. Shockwave sends Soundwave and pals home. The Titan and Waspinator show up.

Soundwave has a face. Ravage and all the other cassettes are emotional support animals, who are also fully sapient.

Shockwave’s gonna fuck everything up.

And THAT, dear children, is the entirety of Robots in Disguise, up to issue #22. We’re all caught up and ready.

#transformers #rid #exrid #recap #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post

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kill-the-mirage-poetry · 8 months

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If I am still whole, I cannot feel it,

Into my core, I am sleeping,

The phases I feel now are next to nothing; I am hurting,

Yet I cannot find a tear,

To shed my burden,

It is as if I am sleeping, but still the world keeps turning.

-Kill the Mirage Poetry / Tracy Cregg

Thanks for reading!

#killthemiragepoetry #poetry #poets on tumblr #poem #personal #original poetry #poet #new poem #tracycregg #writing #writers on tumblr #2023 #hurtquotes #sad poem #sad poetry #dark poetry

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bxngthedoldrums · 4 years

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Please go more into Pete and Mikey breaking up in Minnesota what

I'D LOVE TO

also good for us,, having the same pfp,,,we're so smart

anyway so basically we Know mikey and pete broke off whatever they were Up To on july 25th, 2005. the day before was a warped tour date, set in minneapolis, minnesota, and the 25th was an off day which means they were probably actually traveling to NY. due to the nature of warped tour however, they all traveled separately in their own respective vans, meaning mikey and pete most likely broke up in person the morning of the 25th in minneapolis and spent the rest of the day apart.

now, the WAY i know this is through livejournal. pete wentz posted this on the 24th:

"Sometimes when you're feeling this blue the right smile can save you"

which was the actual concert date for minneapolis. at this point, things seemed to be going fine. there's no post, nor actual warped tour show on the 25th, which places them as being together the night of the 24th and morning of the 25th before traveling separately to NY, right? we know SOMETHING happened the 25th, most likely in the morning in Minnesota, because on the 26th, pete posted this iconic and heartbreaking LJ entry. let's take a look:

"lately i've been into believing fictional stories like the ones about me and you being happy. they've gotta be science fiction cause how else can you have a monster fall in love with a boy with no heart? actually i'm pretty sure you have a heart, but i'm just as certain it'll never be mine. i can tell you're willing to be loved somewhere on the inside but that doesn't do me any good when i'm still seeing things through thick curtains over windows and padlocked doors on the outside. bitter regrets, predictable forfeits. we lit a fire that was nothing but smoke and hot air. ashes. my hands are empty and you hold all the cards, kind of funny how you don't even want them/me. the final nail in my coffin stabbed me in the heart - from my back. you once made my heart skip a beat, now you make it want to skip this. you've got salty mails ripping my wounds open that you're telling me to let heal. love is a mirage, you only think it's there for so long..til you either wise up or die of hydration. love is the way to blow your brains out minus the gun, i swear. it's the stupidest form of suicide cause you don't die. and whatever doesn't kill you only laughs at you for coming close enough to. sorry, it's just the bitterness talking. ignore it/me. i'm just loose words hanging on the ends of your lips, even looser when i'm anywhere near your hips. poetry written from blistered fingertips and sleep deprived eyes that was better before the ink dried. he said, "i should have stayed with her," and i should have stayed away. held together by paperclips and lies, a part of me is still trying to pretend i was (mis)hearing things but even the voices in my head aren't that mean to me. and them "i'm sorry," too late, i'm a better (re)actor than the one you're being to convince me. i'm just convinced that telemarketers are the only people with more hangups than me. you called this before you knew the number, and hung up before you got a responce. tell me any of this will get me somewhere worth being without being left behind. i tried, i gave it/you my all, but all i can do is give up. i don't tell you my insecurities so you can use them against me, but help me get over them. instead you said and did the worst thing you could do. worse than cheating to me, i hope you know. but whatever i don't even know, i guess sometimes it takes losing what you had to see what you didn't

sooo yeah, this is where i actually admit i'm tired, and i go to bed. sweet. goodnight."

so. there's a lot to unpack there and I won't do it on this post, but by the 26th they were fully apart, but the story doesn't end there. there are more posts after this that may lead one to believe that there was still some sort of physical connection. thanks for asking 🥰🥰 I hate them

#petekey #sorry it's so long I love talking abt this shit lmal

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glumvillain · 3 years

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GlumReviews #4

The closing of the 70's had birthed a multi-headed front of new genres of music. In America, the closing of an era of post-war guilt, peace and love had only dampened our spirits, corrupting the feel good era of disco and early metal. In the United Kingdom, experiencing perhaps it's worst unemployment crisis since the World Wars, public services from schools to cemeteries were collapsing. The native music had yet to reflect the dreary downturn of the economy, the national gloom that had built over a decade of class struggles.

on May 8th, 1979 The Cure debuts with their first album Three Imaginary Boys and what follows are the first breaths of a goth culture explosion. A voice from the back of society, taking a moment in the limelight.

1. 10:15 Saturday Night

The Cure begins their entry into world's ears with a great song that is poppy and bouncy, very minimal but energetic and laying the groundwork for what we all know are the classic songs in their library. One artifact present in this song that I don't really hear in subsequent Cure songs is a pretty damn blisterin' guitar solo. It's an awesome song from start to finish. Probably my favorite song of the record.

2. Accuracy

I find only one thing particularly cool about this song, and that would be some vocal effects employed at the end of the tune, a commonly used trick in this album that I like. Although forgettable, it's not bad--but not as good a follow-up from the spirited intro.

3. Grinding Halt

NOW we're back to that sound I love. The happiest Robert Smith (guitarist & lead vocalist) will ever be. With elements of pop and that familiar twangy guitar sound we got from Talking Heads only more loose and groovy. Sad music that you could contently be sad to. I think this is another great entry in this album, particularly relevant to today's time's in America unfortunately. It doesn't take away from this song at all though, it gets a spot in one of my many playlists.

4. Another Day

I could easily see this as an entry in someone's poetry book. It sounds like a band that wants to sound like The Cure and while not a bad song it really showcases nothing spectacular short of Smith's haunting lyrics and vocals, which are not getting the respect they deserve in alot of these mixes. Proceeding albums will fix this affront.

5. Object

A song that departs from their conventional sound and goes for something a little more pop-punk. The use of the vocal delay is really what makes this song for me. You couldn't convince me this was The Cure in a blind test. Lyrically strong, again Smith's vocals feel underproduced at points. Still an energetic song that keeps the album pacing pretty decent.

6. Subway Song

This is where we get a glimpse into a somewhat playful side of The Cure. Menacing and jazzy, meant to be filler perhaps but still pretty damn good because I didn't know harmonicas could be goth til this point in my life.

7. Foxy Lady

Another thing you wouldn't be able to convince me of prior to hearing this album is that The Cure covered a Jimi Hendrix song. Heavily leaning into New Wave pop and completely bending the classic solo-heavy song into their own design. I didn't quite enjoy it at first. or again. But a few listens through I began to not hate it. So there's that. It's definitely an interesting and new take on such an iconic song. I invite you to be the judge on this one. Also it’s worth noting that bassist Michael Dempsey is on vocal duties here.

The Original--->The Cover

8. Meathook

This is a really fun song that I can really vibe with. It has vaudevillian elements with that familiar jazzy crook to it. You read the lyrics and just think to yourself wtf but the song itself--the arrangement and melodies are just too good to not like, dont skip this track.

9. So What

Designed to be sung as if he's ripping through the newspaper in a manic tantrum, mostly spoken or yelled. Furniture and paper rustling is dubbed in to add to the theater. A raw display of humanity in an album that pulls you alot of directions. Perhaps owing itself to wondering where you fit into a big world whenever your own small world never seems to be going right.

10. Fire in Cairo

I can't for the life of me think of a cool song that spells words out--unless we're talking Schoolhouse Rock or something. A jangly guitar jam, a faint signature sound in those bass lines, but once you get to the chorus you lose me.

"F-I-R-E in C-A-I-R-O/ F-I-R-E in C-A-I-R-O/ F-I-R-E in C-A-I-R-O/ Then the heat disappears and the mirage fades away"

It gets a bit repetitive, perhaps part of some larger scheme by the Electric Company. I don't think it's missed if this one was thrown out of rotation.

11. It's Not You

The energy is picked back up with this fast paced ode to a love gone sour. Back to a pop-punk format that once again defies that very nature of what you’re used to hearing from a Cure song. The bass is just a nonstop force as a leading instrument throughout the album.

12. Three Imaginary Boys

The eponymous track is an awesome farewell that culminates in possibly The Cure’s most metal song ever? Hippie space rock that I really would loved for them to have explored this area more during the album, or even their career. A very strong song all around and a satisfying end to the debut album of a band that will go on to define a generation of bed-headed, drably dressed misfits in the years to come.

13. The Weedy Burton

Hardly worth a review, just a little blues outro standard for your listening pleasure.

This album has two really good things going for it, that’s energetic pop-punk energy, and some of the best bass lines for your time. This album is built on some awesome bass work and I personally feel not enough bassists get their credit and Michael Dempsey just absolutely kills it in this album.

⭐⭐⭐/5

While alot of amazing composition is present in this album I feel some of the vocal production takes away from the final product and I think even Mr. The Cure himself would agree as per this wiki entry

Despite those remarks, and my rating, it’s not a BAD album and it’s worth a listen as a relic of emo/goth music history.

#music reviews #album reviews #robert smith #goth #emo #glumreviews #glumvillain

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