A woman who didn't need you to make sense, or fit into a box, or fill a category in her head. A woman who let you be creative and ambitious and practical and a little bit careless and wildly optimistic about unrealistic things without ever pointing out the contradiction in all of this, because she, too, was a messy combination of incongruent elements that didn't logically fit.
Lauren McBrayer, “Like a House on Fire”
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Asking Alexandria 2017, English rock band
Members:
Ben Bruce – lead guitar, backing vocals (2006–present); keyboards, programming (2008–2012)
James Cassells – drums (2008–present)
Cameron Liddell – rhythm guitar (2008–present)
Sam Bettley – bass (2009–present)
Danny Worsnop – lead vocals (2008–2015, 2016–present); additional guitar (2012–2015, 2016–present); keyboards, programming (2008–2012)
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It was one thing to give the woman you loved your heart. It was another to give her your art.
Like A House On Fire (Lauren McBrayer)
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i think ultimately the core of what irritates me about the t swift craze is that she’s constantly getting props for things that … literally aren’t true. people act like she’s self made, she is not. people act like she’s a social activist, she is not. people act like she’s constantly going to great lengths to uplift other women, she is not. like if people were just like yeah i love her music :) then okay! but it’s the constanttttt applause and praise and worshipping for things that are just patently false that really makes me feel insane
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Tim swears Phantom could’ve been a Titan. Maybe he should be, at this point. They have enough in common to justify it.
“Jeez,” Phantom groans. Abruptly, he drops the levitation and hits the roof without sound. He stretches out on his back like a cat, sore muscles straining in a way Red Robin deeply relates to. “Fighting the living sucks. At least with ghosts I can swing as hard as I need. Already dead means they get back up! But mortals? Way too squishy.”
Red Robin huffs in agreement. “Yeah,” he says. After a moment’s consideration, he lies down, too.“It’s a hundred times harder than people realize. Batman’s always going on about perfect control in training. About how to have it, you gotta be twice as skilled as the other guy. Even without your super-strength, I worry sometimes.”
“How do you do it?” Phantom asks. In a move only achievable to those without bones, or perhaps Dick Grayson, he twists himself over. Gloved hands cup his cheeks. His legs kick back and forth, like they’re gossiping at a slumber party. “I mean. You said you train, so obviously there’s the physical ‘how.’ But how do you keep your emotions nonlethal? How do you keep yourself in check, make sure you’re pulling back?”
“I mean,” says Red Robin. “Murder is illegal, so.”
Phantom sighs. “Yeah. Maybe it’s easier for you.”
… Hm. Maybe Red Robin should redo Phantom’s risk assessment.
Before he can raise too high an eyebrow (though even moving that muscle smarts, ow), Phantom elaborates.
“Ecto-based entities have trouble with their emotions,” he explains. “It’s easy to get lost in an Obsession, or a big feeling like grief. The rest of the world… it bleeds away. Helps to have another emotional anchor to keep it at bay. I use fear.”
“Fear?” Red Robin glanced over.
“Sometimes sheer stubbornness,” Phantom admits. “But a lot of it is fear.”
With a considering frown, he drops his head atop his arms. Exhaustion, regret, reluctance play out on his face. For someone the Bats know next to nothing about, Phantom’s body language is an open book.
“I saw, like, an alternate future version of myself once where I become evil and try to take over the world? So now I gotta be good to keep that from happening. The fear of that future keeps the pressure on me. Makes me focus up. Y’know?”
Tim sits up. “Seriously?”
Phantom nods. “Uh-huh. Kinda bizarre, I know—”
“What the hell,” says Tim. Three consecutive days together and a concussion must loosen his lips, because holy shit, no way. “Dude! Me too!”
“Huh? Seriously?” says Phantom.
“Yeah! I totally saw myself turn evil. Like, Batman but with guns. Guns Batman. I had to fight him and everything. He tried to kill my friends and erase my memory to make sure I couldn’t un-invent him by going back to change the past?”
“Oh my god.”
“What?”
“Oh my god, me too!”
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Jane studied her for a moment. Merit forced herself not to look away. Jane's eyes were very blue. Merit sensed that Jane was trying to make her uncomfortable. Instead, she felt uncommonly alive.
Lauren McBrayer, “Like a House on Fire”
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She might have even attempted to explain the thing her parents had never understood, that it wasn't God she'd left at eighteen, but the version of faith that put divinity in a box that only a few people could access, on Sunday mornings, in a church.
Like A House On Fire (Lauren McBrayer)
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