#subterranean bullshit blues

[decaydancemp3]

#deaf havana #old souls #subterranean bullshit blues

[moxfirefly]

I love your writing so much and how you write the turtle just ugh ♥️ So I’ve been in my very angsty mood lately so I’m thinking of Raphael x F!reader? If you don’t mind?

The reader is a anti-hero type of character doesn’t feel like a good influence on Raph who is more of the hero type. Especially since his family are against the relationship because of the reader’s morals so they have her second guessing herself. Raphael disagrees with his family and is a stubborn mofo as usual. Lmao

"Why are you running? Why is it that every time I get close to you, you take off? What are you so scared of?"

"I'm going to kiss you. Okay? Just...just let me kiss you."

Listen I’m having a heart attack at having you in my inbox because I’m a HUGE HUGE fan of yours and like yeah, no pressure, I’m fine, I’m alright,

Rated Mature (suggestive themes)

There were many instances where you could feel Leo burning a hole through the back of your head, the grimace he sported the second he could spot you out on the open was enough to make your eyes roll. You knew having him be anything but pissy wasn’t going to be an option when Raph had told you about him.

The tallest one wasn’t any different, he was subtle sure but you’ve changed enough cellphones in 3 months just paranoid over being tapped. He observed, calculated, probably thought up of ways of his own to sabotage.

The youngest seemed stuck between feeling joy for his older brother but the worry was there, the second guessing resonated in his blue eyes whenever you rode up in your motorcycle looking a little worse for wear. What had you been doing the week you’d gone radio silent? Why could he smell blood on you? Why were your knuckles so bruised?

It was natural for Raphael’s family to want to shield him, Splinter especially, it was normal that you came from the proverbial wrong side of the tracks.

But couldn’t they see?

You cared for him, deeply. Wanted him, desired him, he made the bullshit somehow fade away.

But those cold gazes, the ironic judgment they held the second Raph ran off towards you, you could picture it.

So when Raph ran, so did you.

Somehow keeping a step away to his forward steps.

Because now whenever he reached out you felt a twinge of unworthiness at his touch.

Because maybe you were as bad as they thought you were, maybe you were a bad influence, something sent to break him apart and condemn.

You wrist hurt from holding onto the throttle, the ride back into the city an all too familiar one. You could feel your phone vibrate in the inside pocket of your jacket and while could guess, you tried to ignore it.

Maybe it due time to quietly slip away, Raph was good, he was a genuinely good man who stood for what he did. Why corrupted him (were you?) why give this a death sentence? (Was it?) why hurt yourself more? (Will it hurt more when you leave?)

You pulled into the subterranean garage of the apartment building you’d taken up residence in. You walked the bike towards the spot and sighed. Your hands were shaking, vibrating from the buzzing of the night ride.

“Ya planning on just never answering?” It came from the shadows, the deep baritone you often heard in your brain at all hours of the day.

Raph stepped out of the dark corner of the garage with a tension in his shoulders that must’ve ached. Taking off your helmet and setting it on the bike, you watched from your tousled locks at a man you found peace in.

Leaving peace behind wouldn’t be easy.

“It was a busy night, came back into the city just now.” You kept your gaze adverted, anywhere where it wouldn’t hurt to see worries green eyes staring back.

“It’s been a week, kid…what’s going on?” What did I do?

Was all you could hear deep within the swallowing of his throat.

“Nothing, had a job, did the job, took longer.” You hated how dry you sounded, sandpaper words that could damage those scales of his.

When Raph took a step to greet you, touch you, you took a small one back.

When you chanced a look at him, well it was easier to eat glass than watch that look.

“Raph—“

“Why are you running? Why is it that every time I get close to you, you take off? What are you so scared of?” He was close now, a large mitt reaching for your chin, gently oh so painfully gently caressing the outline of your jaw. You looked up, eyes shaky from finding any way to let him go, to push him away.

“You know why—“

He didn’t let you finish again.

“I don’t fucking care, this is what I want, you, I want you.” He cupped your cheek, small and vulnerable against his large palm.

You drowned in the possibility of leaving him, so when you remained silent, didn’t say anything, Raph leaned down.

“I’m going to kiss you. Okay? Just…Just let me kiss you.” The need in his voice, the want so visceral it made you feel it all the same.

When Raph’s lips met yours, for those little moments you allowed yourself the luxury of greed.

#ask #silentturtle #tmnt bayverse #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt Raphael #tmnt Raph #raphael x reader #raph x reader #Raphael #Raph #emotional? prompts

[moving-mountains5]

Tagged by: @notdefeatedyet , thank you!!

Favorite color : green or the blue color word uses for their headers haha

Currently reading : Bewilderment by Richard Powers

last song: Subterranean Bullshit Blues by Deaf Havana

sweet/ savory/ spicy: Spicyyyy! (and yes i always regret it)

last show: The house of the dragon baby!!!

currently working on: one million things at work, a book club, a quick, my sportsschedule,...

tagging: @moments-in-0blivion @psychodynamiek @plasticine-dreams @wantrouwen @britneyvnsx

If you don't wanna do this, there's no pressure at all!

#questionthingy

[cynical-librarian-watches-anime]

Oh, the joys of finding out how much the Yugioh anime changed from the manga.

The anime had this whole convoluted plot where, after his duel with Atem, Kaiba apparently sequestered himself on some island and started working on new dueling technology, and improved his deck, preparing to face Yugi again and beat him. But he’s found by Pegasus’s henchmen, so he jumps out of a window to escape them, because Kaiba is actually an action hero, and we all needed to be made aware of this fact. So then he breaks into his own house and goes to his subterranean computer room where we get a chatty Jarvis-esque AI, and one of the dumbest early 2000s hacking scenes I’ve ever seen. He hacks into Pegasus’s network, finds out that Yugi is dueling a version of himself, and is currently losing, because his opponent has Blue Eyes. So Kaiba does some more hacker shit, and makes Blue Eyes disappear, therefore allowing Yugi to win, and avoiding Pegasus’s takeover for the time being. Super fucking simple, right?

But the manga did something way better, at least in my opinion, because it’s just too good to be true. I laughed the whole time I was reading it. After his duel with Atem, rather than being on an island doing cool shit, Kaiba’s been in a coma, because Atem fucking scrambled his brain or something. So while Atem is on Pegasus’s island dueling an evil ventriloquist (wow) who has some kind of Kaiba puppet (WOW), and Kaiba’s deck, Kaiba wakes up, senses all of this somehow, and just wills his Blue Eyes to not attack Atem and fade away. No hacker bullshit, pure magic. Which is the funniest shit I’ve ever seen, because Kaiba is so anti-magic in the anime.

But this was just great, because Atem’s fucking panicking, he knows he’s about to lose, when all of a sudden he can just sense Kaiba’s presence, which is fucking amazing, and then on the next page, Kaiba’s just standing, his staff are freaking out about it, and the first name out of his mouth isn’t “Mokuba,” his little brother, who is in danger, which he doesn’t seem to have sensed for some reason. Nope. It’s “Yugi.” And then the Blue Eyes disappears, and Atem is like, I believed in you Kaiba, thank you.

I’ve been cackling about this for an hour.

#yugioh manga #seto kaiba #atem #maximillion pegasus #blue eyes white dragon #i laughed at the anime hacker plot too #but not like this #the manga is hilarious #i’m still laughing #he came out of a coma #which atem put him in!!!! #to save atem!!!!

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ THE WRONG BITCH ❜

Headcanon.

with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.

Request: Potter arrests cocos someone and coco is the last one to know about it, maybe a bit Angsty

BY ANON

Word count: about 850.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that! I'm sorry it took me too long, because it was requested on 07/31, but I had a break of Tumblr and then I didn't have any inspo to write for Coco.

Gif credits: to the author.

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You didn't have any option.

A blonde man, accompanied by two other men wearing suits and sunglasses in the middle of the night, urged you to enter in a black SUV alleging that they worked for the DEA.

You didn't believe them until they showed you their badge.

The road didn't take much longer than twenty minutes, coming into a subterranean parking, to guide you to an interrogation room. Even if it looked like a normal room, with couches and a coffee table.

You were confused when they offered you something to drink and a hoodie, in case that you were cold.

The blonde man introduced himself as Lincoln Potter.

He tried to look like a kind man. Like if he wanted to be your friend.

But you knew exactly what he really wanted.

And he was pretty wrong if he thought that he could get any information about the Mayans MC.

“I want a lawyer”. You just said, having a sip from your coffee cup.

“That will not be necessary”.

“I know my rights, and I will not talk to you”.

“Let me offer you a de—”.

“Escúcheme bien, pendejo, you picked up the wrong bitch”.

At this point, he knew it.

Potter disappeared for almost two hours.

And he came back with something like a dossier. A thick one.

You were almost asleep when he threw it over the table, suddenly waking you up.

“What's that?”

You raised your eyes to the blue ones, watching him have a seat in front of you.

“All we know about Mayans”.

“Good, congratulations”. You replied, placing a hand over it to push it to his feet.

“If you sign a declaration, we will put you into a witness-protection program. You choose the country, the hospital to work in, the house and you will receive one hundred thousand dollars”.

You broke into laughter, covering your mouth with a hand, before getting up from your couch.

“You can't hold me there, but you already know it. So, fuck you”.

Walking towards the door and grabbing the knob, his words stop you.

“If you don't sign it, you will never practice medicine again. Is tu amor worth it?”.

“You can cut my wings, but never forget I have claws”.

The man smirked at you, before leaving the place.

Kevin was there.

EZ's cousin looked at you confused, coming closer to you.

“Do you need a ride back home?”

“Yeah, my adventure here is done”. You whispered rolling your eyes, having a last one look of Potter resting his shoulder against the door frame.

You talked to him, once in the car, about why you were there.

He told you about EZ's deal.

Of course, they were playing dirty with him too. But you assured him that you wouldn't say anything about it.

The crew was running through border Cali, trying to find you.

Coco was worried after calling you for almost five hours, without having a single answer, a single text back.

And you had to use Kevin's phone to tell them that you were coming to the clubhouse.

When the Mayans found you stepping out from a cop's car they already knew what was going on.

Coco ran straight to you, grabbing you between his arms to tightly hug you.

“You okay, mami?”

You just nodded in silence, turning to Kevin as he was leaving the place. Then, your eyes traveled to EZ's.

“Querida, com'ere”.

Holding your boyfriend's hand, you walked towards the president. He seemed worried too, caressing your cheek for a second in a gentle gesture.

“What happened?”

“Potter just… took me. Brought me to the DEA offices, close to the border. He showed me a dossier with all your deals, and… just pure bullshit, Bishop”.

“Did he threat you?” Tranq called your attention, making you shrug your shoulders.

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah, it does. We will talk with Galindo”. El Presidente added.

Licking your bottom lip, you closed your fingers around Coco's hand somewhat strongly.

“He told me that he would shit on my professional career”.

“Yo, mami… 'Am sorre'”.

“He will not, querida. Trust me”.

You did. You trusted him.

But Coco was screwed.

He couldn't believe that you rejected such a good deal just because of him.

“Papi, I can hear your thoughts”. You mumbled, turning over the bed to face him.

“I fucked up your life”.

“You didn't”.

Sitting up over a forearm, you placed your cheek rested on your palm. Your free hand traveled to the black strands of hair, tangling your fingers into them.

“What if they really end with your job?”

“Grace asked me to help her, and Vicky too. So, I don't care”. Puckering your lips, you bowes your head to catch his, in a soft kiss. “I can work wherever, but I can't live without you, papi”.

Coco kissed you again, wrapping you with his arms to bring you closer. You loved him more than anything. You knew about the risks when you two started your relationship. You didn't care. You would never care about it, if he's by your side.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #johnny coco cruz x reader #johnny coco cruz imagine #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz x reader #coco cruz

[not-close-to-straight]

Random Wanda Vision Thoughts--

Episode 1: I am an emotional bitch crying at Wanda and Vision saying “i do” at the end of episode 1, like can these babies please catch a break? they just want to be happy. 

Also Agnes and the 70′s show mom are my favorite wtf. 

STARK TOASTERS I SEE YOU. 

WHO IS WATCHING THEM WTF 

Episode 2: 

Dottie should die, she seems like the type who needs gently run over by a bus

WHO IS IN THE RADIO

Elizabeth Olsen is so cute in this, absolutely adorable 

IS THAT DAVID SCHWIMMER PLAYING THE PIANO

Vision is drunk from getting gum in his gears, I’m actually cackling right now. 

Tiny bit culty with the “for the children” thing, huh? Yikes

BABY BUMP! 

Some creepo decides to get in on their world and Wanda literally went “i think the fuck not, let’s try this again and this time in technicolor” 

is that the cop who asked out Ant Man on the radio?

The difference in “sitcom” Wanda who is happy in her world and “real life” Wanda when she realizes something isn’t right is honestly astonishing and Grade A Face Acting. See what happens when they let women do more on screen then walk around in tight clothes with full lips parted in a sexy pout? 

Episode 3: 

Seventies Vision’s hair is ENDING ME, I can’t even deal with that. 

IT HAS TO BE DAVID SCHWIMMER except he looks like “russ” from friends instead of “ross” 

Poor Vision is not handling impending fatherhood well 

COMIC BOOK NAME DROP BILLY AND TOMMY I LOVE IT 

Poor pregnancy fritzing Wanda. DID WANDA JUST GLITCH A TIME ERASE AND NOT MEAN TO? Listen, I did not expect to love them as a couple this much. EW HER WATER BROKE OMG 

A STORK 

Oh Wanda, poor baby she’s so afraid, I write way too much fan fiction about how all these characters are secretly terrified to go through life alone to be okay with this. 

Why did I start crying immediately when the babies were born, I’m too emotional for this. She is so beautiful and Vision is so soft meeting his son as himself, oh my gosh. THE TWIN SCREAMS while the other twin comes omg this is Grade A Sitcom bullshit. 

The doctor knows something is Up and so do Herb and Agnes. *don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious*

...have we actually seen Ralph and I’m just blanking on it? WHY DON’T THEY LIKE GERALDINE? WHO IS SHE?

Oh no i’m crying again over pietro and the sokovian lullaby. Don’t let me watch this while I’m PMSing wtf this is torture. GERALDINE KNOWS ABOUT ULTRON

OH SHIT WANDA IS PISSED LOOK AT THAT DANGEROUS LADY. that head tilt is fucking lethal. 

I love agnes oh man. I know because of spoilers she’s something of a bad guy? but I love her

WHAT HAPPENED TO GERALDINE OMG DID WANDA KILL HER

Oh no, not dead. Just kicked tf out of the bubble. I just realized the symbol is for Sword. Is this some sort of experiment to keep Wanda contained post Endgame? I should have read more spoilers, I’m fucking confused. 

Episode 4: OH HOLY SHIT IT’S MONICA RAMBEAU AND IT’S POST EG SNAP OH MY GOSH SHE HAS NO IDEA SHES BEEN GONE FOR FIVE YEARS MY HEART IS BREAKING MY HEART IS BREAKING I CAN’T TAKE IT 

It IS the cop that hit on Ant Man! WHAT DO THEY MEAN WESTVIEW DOESN’T EXIST 

Oh it’s Darcy! Damn straight it’s Dr. Lewis. How very shocking, a woman was the one to show a room full of Ridiculous Men what’s going on?

ZOMBIE VISION OH MY GOD “no we can’t” oh man she is starting to CRACK and Vision knows something is wrong OH NO 

At this point I should point out that I am 1000% surprised at the quality of the show and 1000% pleasantly surprised by how much I’m enjoying it. The bar for Wanda’s character development was literally subterranean, but this is has been frankly sort of amazing?? 

Episode 5

Agnes asking about “taking it from the top” WHAT. I love so much the way the characters “break character” it’s so interesting and well done! WHY IS WANDA LYING TO VISION. 

WHERE IS RALPH

oh my god the babies are children now?? why isn’t agnes noticing?? THEY’RE SO CUTE I COULD CRY ALL OVER AGAIN 

I do not. trust. hayward. Why is he asking about Wandas nickname? Monica knows whats up-- she knows Wanda is grieving and hurting. 

THE VISIONS CORPSE WHAT? WHAT IS WANDA DOING OH MY GOD SHE STOLE VISION. Vision has a living will? Don’t you have to be human for that? Are you telling me the woman that loved Vision would straight up ignore his wish to not be turned into a weapon after his death? I have a hard time with this. 

Oh no Vision is starting to worry me. He’s onto Agnes, he’s noticing Wanda getting careless...the boys are adorable though. Good on Agnes for not even flinching. 

DAMN RIGHT WANDA COULD HAVE TAKEN OUT THANOS LETS HAVE SOME RESPECT PEOPLE. Also, why is Monica being sketchy about Captain Marvel? 

EMAIL ALERT EMAIL ALERT “none of it is real.” oh my god what is happening?!?!

“Is this yours?” OH MY GOD. “This will be your only warning” she is so unafraid and I love her for it. I love her accent coming back when she breaks characters LOOK AT HER TURNING ALL THOSE MEN AROUND I LOVE HER. 

“Fix the dead” oh my god the shock on her face. The absolute irony of her trying to tell her boys there’s rules when she’s writing the playbook as she goes. Oh my god. “Can’t I?” Jesus, then the credits start rolling because she wants the episode to be over but Vision won’t let her OH MY GOD. My heart is breaking

WHAT DOES IT MEAN SHE DOESN’T KNOW 

SHE RECAST PIETRO

Episode 6

OOOOH look at the classic costumes! Pietro is slaying me. I mean, it’s the wrong pietro but its still very funny. The way Vision calls her out and then plays it off is.... spooky. She is fully aware thats not her brother. “Be good.” holy shit. 

Look at me not liking Hayward again. “which one is the sassy best friend” i feel like that’s....racist. “don’t use the last five years as an excuse to be a coward” DRAG HIM SIS 

Listen Uncle Pietro being a little shit head is my favorite. I use the OG Pietro in my fics but this one is hilarious. 

Vision lied about being on duty? Yikes. The one house where people are stuck in a loop? YIKES. Its crazy how everyone is starting to be super aware of Wanda pulling the strings--MAGIC CHILD OMG. 

Whats past ellis avenue? Is that the limit of Wanda’s powers? I don’t super understand how Vision has his powers if he’s technically dead. HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE AVENGERS ARE she really just gave him enough life to exist just barely. Agnes knows he’s dead so she wasn’t snapped??

Agnes’s witchy laugh while dressed like a witch is legit awesome. We call that FOREEEEEEEEESHADOWING! Oh and there’s Ellis Ave. Got it. 

Monica’s blood is changed?? Idk how to feel about Black Character willing to die for White Charaxter? I mean I know Wanda should be Jewish but still. Uncomfortably close to icky tropes but maybe I’m reading too far into it.

YIKES where was she hiding the kids till now? How’d she do all this? “I’m not a stranger or your husband” YIKES.

OH MY GOD DEAD PIETRO

OH MY GOD VISION STAY IN THE BUBBLE SOMEONE SAVE HIM SAVE HIM OMG BILLY CAN HEAR HIS DADDY DYING SAVE HIM

“The people need help” oh Vision you are truly Worthy

She literally expanded her world to save him omg

DARCY WHERED YOU GO geez look at power of this girls mind it’s about damn time we got a glimpse at just how intense her powers are

Season 7

Ok is this like a reality show? Oh man she is GLITCHING.

Oh no it’s just Wanda not Wanda vision cos she feels alone? So sad. She really is losing it isn’t she and not in a “lol how awkward” sortnof way but in that truthful hard to watch way that so many of us feel when we’re at the breaking point

“I actually did bite a kid once” I literally ugly laughed right there

I KNEW I COULDNT TRUST HAYWOOD

It’s so nice to see Darcy used in a real way. Her character was totally wasted in Thor

The way Wandas little interviews get more and more sad :(

Uhhh what does that mean Agnes is quiet on the inside? Again with the Ralph thing. I’m starting to think there’s no Ralph at all??

LOOK AT THIS GIRL WITH HER SPACE ROVER . She’s got that same look of determination her mama had. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER WHY ARE HER EYES BLUE

“....soooo Wanda killed me?” I’m ugly laughing again and I shouldn’t be but the comedic delivery is excellent. The whole “office” vibe with the cameras is making an otherwise devastating episode fairly funny

LOOK AT THIS GIRL STANDING UP TO WANDA we love a sharp cheekbones beauty

“Maybe I already am” I mean, I would have loved to hear that post Ultron when for some reason everyone blamed Tony for everything?? But hearing it now is just horrifying and I hate it

Oh vision deciding to go get to his wife is beautiful.

WHERE ARE THE BABIES WHERE ARE THE BOYS OH MY GOD IM FREAKING OUT WHAT BASEMENT THATS NEVER GOOD

Uh hey what the fuck is up with Agness creepy basement of horrors??

AGATHA HARKNESS OH MY GOD

This song is a BOP wtf she deserves an Emmy for this shit

Snoopers gonna snoop what?

Episode 8

Of course it’s Salem, where else would a witch story start

“They simply bent to my power” What a queen

lmaoooo THAT ACCENT COMES AND GOES Agatha really said what we’ve all been thinking

Wait so Wandas power drew Agatha in? I thought maybe Agatha trapped her here?? SHE DOESNT KNOW WHAT WANDA IS

THE BABIES

Oh ouch this trip down memory lane is gonna hurt me isn’t it?

Oh no her mama I’m dying inside send help. The TV sitcoms. Oh my god is this her last memory before her parents died. HELP ME I CANT WATCH THIS

Oh my god, she had powers when she was little?? SHES NOT AN EXPERIMENT???

Listen I generally think telling a story retroactively is lazy writing? Just give us a well developed story the first time?? But this is BRUTAL and brutally well done.

SHE SAW HERSELF IN THE MIND STONE???

Would it have been so difficult for them to give us even a PEEK at this version of wanda vision in CACW? Marvel has the worst habit of just popping up like “oh hey these two love each other all the sudden with no real reason for it” but this is wonderful. So much character development.

Oh listen to this woman begging to be able to bury her husband omg. WAIT SO SHE DIDNT BREAK IN AND TAKE HIM?? WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO VISION?? DID HE PUSH HER INTO THIS PSYCHOTIC BREAK?? HE TOTALLY PLAYED HER INTO RECREATING VISION SHE JUST WANTED CLOSURE. He literally showed her visions dismembered corpse and said “say goodbye” I will kill this dude wtf

“I can’t feel you” guys I have to pause this so I can cry for a minute

“I can’t feel you” and then she leaves. Totally alone in the world. My heart is an empty husk.

Why the house though? Why west view?

OH FUCK ME UP ARE YOU KIDDING ME VISION WAS GOING TO BUILD THEM A HOUSE I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE

It’s not even real vision? Just the projection of her broken heart? “Welcome home” I am broken. Physically broken.

CHAOS MAGIC

SCARLET WITCH

I CANNOT

OH MY GOD WHITE VISION??? NO NO NO

#WandaVision

[mego42]

while I was not specifically prompted, @foxmagpie posted a fic request that made my brain go hmmmmmmmm, so I went ahead and pretended it was a prompt for me because I do what I want.

i want to read a fic from rio’s POV of 2.10 when annie reached out to him both because i think annie trying to arrange a business proposition would be hilarious but also because i suspect that rio thought beth was either orchestrating things or that it would be a way to get her back and i wanna get in his head about it

can we meet

All in all, it's a pretty standard text. Rio could probably scroll through his phone and find at least 15 others at any given point. More if he didn't dump his phones every week or two. Even more if he didn't have Mick filtering most of the bullshit for him. 

But that's the thing, he does have Mick, which means when these kinds of texts make it all the way to him, he knows who they're from and what they want. The problem here is he doesn't know who the fuck this is or what they want or, most importantly, how the fuck they got this number. 

And that last part especially is a big enough fuckin' problem that he shuts his laptop and scoops up his phone, swiping through to call and see who it is. 

"Hello?"

He doesn't immediately recognize the voice that picks up, though it pings something. He waits, still not saying anything, figurin' he'll either place it, or they'll give themselves away. It's fuckin' unbelievable the kind of shit people will say if he just keeps his mouth shut and waits 'em out. 

"Is this…" The voice trails off, and he's right on the cusp of placin' it, can feel a face bubbling to the surface when it continues in a whisper. "Gang friend?"

The fuckin' sister. 

Rio's mouth snaps shut so hard it sends a pang through his jaw, and he's pretty sure she heard his teeth click together over the phone. 

There are motherfuckers who would kill—hell, who have killed—for his number, and here's this suburban bopper callin' him up like she can summon him or some shit. Like she has the right.

And isn't that just like Elizabeth, makin' her sister call? After her pretty little fuckin' speech, that prim, butter wouldn't melt it's over, leavin' his cut on the goddamn nightstand like he was some kind of hired help. 

His phone case creaks, giving slightly under the force of his grip, and he forces himself to relax. He leans back in his chair, drumming his fingers on his desk, tryin' to figure out how he wants to play this.  

He fuckin' knew it. 

He's not about to pretend the victory isn't at least a little sweet underneath the bitter rage just thinking 'bout their stalemate brings to the surface. He knew Elizabeth wasn't gonna walk away. She couldn't, she didn't have it in her. 

It isn't enough, though, knowing he was right. It's barely a dent, a scratch, a fuckin' scuff in the debt she owes him, the mountain of shit he's gonna make her pay for.

"Hello?"

He hasn't said anything yet, and it's makin' the sister antsy, he can tell. There's a static, scratching noise, and he realizes she's put her thumb over the speaker or something because he can hear what she says next, but it's muffled. 

"Are you sure this is the right number?"

Something in him bottoms out—he's not exactly tryin' too hard to identify what. The bright, bitter flair of satisfaction's gone as quickly as it came, leaving a dark, hollow space behind. 

The sister's actin' out then, going rogue. Elizabeth knows damn well what his number is. She hasn't exactly been too shy 'bout usin' it whenever she needs a payday loan. Or other services for that fuckin' matter. 

He can't help but laugh at that, but it's a harsh, biting sound. The audacity must be genetic. 

"Okay, now I know you're there. Stop being a dick."

He should hang the fuck up, now that he knows who it is. Hang up, block the number, forget all about that bitch and the sister. It's probably the smartest thing to do, all told. 

Except. Except she fuckin' owes him, and Rio hasn't gotten to the top by letting debts go unanswered. 

"What?" He asks, giving the t an edge sharp enough to cut. 

There's a pause. "What like you didn't hear me, or what like what do I want?"

Rio adjusts a potted bromeliad's alignment on the corner of his desk, running a finger along the edge of one of the tall, spikey leaves. Mick had dropped it on his desk one day with no fanfare, only snide commentary about Rio needing to take a vacation, and maybe this'll get him thinkin' 'bout it.

The annoying part is, it's not like the disrespectful fucker's wrong. Rio knows damn well he's let himself get far too twisted up in Elizabeth's bullshit. Offerin' to deal with her problems, lettin' her get away with all kinds of amateur hour bullshit like bringing her fuckin' kids on drops. He never should've let her strong-arm him into cuttin' her in. It's not like she's the first person to try, should've dealt with her like he would anyone else, string her up and don't give her the option to not tell him where his shit is. 

Hell, further back than that, he never should've followed her into that motherfuckin' bathroom. Should've kept it business, should've never found out how soft those miles of pale skin really are, how far that delicate pink flush can spread, how unexpectedly dark and rich she tastes.

Disgusted with himself, he shoves up out of his chair, pacing around the tiny, concrete floors of the control room currently serving as his office in long, loping strides.

He should take a week. Tie things up, take Marcus to Disneyland, or some shit. Get some fuckin' distance. Perspective. 

"Hello?"

Now the sister sounds like she's getting annoyed, and Rio's really gotta do somethin' about the two of them runnin' 'round actin' like he's someone they can get away with not takin' seriously. Like he's some sort of pet. Defanged. Declawed. Fuckin' neutered. 

"Get to the point."

"I mean, I kind of did in the message." 

Rio can hear some kind of groan or somethin' from the background. Probably the friend. She was the only one of the three of them who ever seemed to really get what kind of waters they were swimming in. How deep they were and what kind of monsters lurked beneath the surface.

"Yeah, that ain't really how we do things."

"I know, I...look—" He has to yank the phone away from his ear when she sighs, loud as shit, right into it. "Something...I mean, um. I know Beth quit, but, uh…"

He tunes her out, the way she's going, she'll be stutterin' her way around to her point about a half an hour from now. 

She wants a fuckin' favor, a hookup. They always do. Not just these bitches but everyone. Once you're at the top, all people want is a piece; it's only a matter of whether or not they're gonna beg for it or try to take it. Every now and then, they try to earn it. 

It’s one of the things he'd liked best about Elizabeth from the jump. Yeah, sure, she was arrogant as shit, struttin' 'round in those heels like she understood the rules the world played by. Like she could twist anything and everything' round her pretty little fingers and get away with whatever the fuck she wanted as long as she batted those big, blue eyes just right. 

But she was willin' to work for it. She might’ve expected to be awarded a piece just because she worked hard and that was the fair exchange for her effort. And isn’t that a trip? The idea of livin’ in a world where fair meant somethin’. Still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t gonna get down in the dirt and scrap for it. 

Her problem is—well, one of 'em, he doesn't even have enough warehouses to house 'em all—she looked out at her tidy little garden and thought that was the dirt. She didn't want to accept there's a whole other subterranean playing field underneath all of that. 

He'd seen it though, the thing with teeth and claws she had locked up inside her. It'd come out in flashes and splinters, peaking through the bars of the cage she kept it in, eyes flashing, tail lashing, and he couldn't help it, the urge to see what would happen if he pulled its tail. Let it loose. 

Rio stops pacing, coming to a halt in front of one of the huge paneled windows in the exterior wall of his office, leaning up against the edge and looking out. The panes are dingy, giving his view of the Michigan winter sky a bleak, barren cast. Not that it needed any more of one. This warehouse sits on the edge of a train yard, the miles of rust and concrete below reaching out towards the horizon. All grey and dirty red, broken up by the occasional patch of strangled grass or vibrant streaks of neon tags left behind to defiantly mark the artists’ passing. 

"...I guess what I'm saying is, you know, you still have options in this, um, market. If you catch my drift. I'm hoping that we can figure a way to continue this mutually beneficial arrangement…"

The sister's still going, so he ticks through his options. 

He'd have preferred Elizabeth came crawling back all on her own. That'd be ideal. He hadn't decided yet if he'd initially shut her out, make her work for reentry, and then make her pay, or go straight to the main event. It would've depended on the circumstances, what was most advantageous at the time. All good plans are flexible. He’s learned the hard way to always take contingencies into account. 

She would've, though. Come crawling back. It was only a matter of time. She's had a taste now, she'd let herself go just enough, she wasn’t gonna be able to pack herself back away in that soul-sucking suburban box of a house, of a life. Not for long.

Beyond that, there was the money. She might've thought she had enough, but four kids, three mortgages, and a moron with a talent for squandering every last thing he's given? That's a lot of financial upkeep. 

'Sides, even if she thought she was in the black, he was still keepin' tabs on all of them—it wasn't even personal, just good business, they were too new, too green, too unpredictable to go without the extra surveillance—and he knew that wasn’t the case across the board. Elizabeth might've been in an okay spot for now, but the sister and the friend sure as shit were not, and if there's one way to get Elizabeth to jump, it's come through her people. 

And on the off chance that all of that failed to come to fruition—always a possibility, she's stubborn as shit and not above gettin' into some kind of dumbass, fucked up mess to keep from backin' down—he's got his little landfill insurance policy tucked away on ice if he ever needs to really force her hand. 

"So, what do you say?" The sister‘s finally run out of steam.

Rio runs his tongue along the inside of his lower lip and tucks it in his cheek. 

Now that he’s really thinkin’ about it, this might actually be a better option than any of the ones already on the table. There's no way the sister and the friend are gonna pull some shit all the way off, not on their own. He knows how to read a room, it’s been the thing that’s kept him alive more than once, and he knows without a shadow of a doubt, the two of them aren’t half as effective on their own. They don't have Elizabeth's steely determination, her gift for spinning bullshit into gold. Not only that but there’s too much friction there. They need Elizabeth to grease their wheels. He can toss 'em some piddly shit that don't matter and let 'em get tangled up. Give 'em enough rope and all of that.

And hey, it's not like he came after her—them. If anything, he's tryin' to help. He’s givin’ them the same opportunity to earn some money, build their own side hustle. He's practically the good guy here.

The thought makes him laugh, this time like it's actually funny.

"Okay, well, thanks for that. You know, you don't have to be rude. I just thought—"

"Park. 2 pm."

"What? Oh! Seriously? Okay, great. Wow, that is...phew. That is a load off, you don't even kno—"

Rio cuts her off, locking his phone and tucking it back in his pocket, then tapping his fist against the window. 

Three seagulls are down in the warehouse parking lot fighting over scraps of something. Even all the way up here, he can hear 'em cawing, screamin', tearin' into each other for the same piece of the pie. After a minute, one of ‘em rips whatever it is away from the other two, swallows it and takes off. The others follow a beat behind, and he watches the three of ‘em fly directly overhead until the building obscure his view. 

Either Elizabeth'll come to him, or this will give him a new string to tug, somethin' he can use to yank her right back under his thumb. He'll get her right back where he wants her and then he'll— He'll—

Well. He'll just have to see. 

#nbc good girls #good girls nbc #beth x rio #brio #brio fic #(kind of anyway) #my fic #wheeeeee i can still do a prompt fill!!!! #apparently the trick is to do them when i'm supposed to be working on something else #anyway back to dean pov #hope this somewhat scratches the itch? #confession i haven't watched 210 in actual ages so i have no idea how canonically accurate this is but i did my best #gg 2x10

[mitchtheficus]

WWE got the John Oliver treatment

“[The grey line] is the expected death rate by age group among the population as a whole. [The blue line] is the rate among former NFL players. And [the red line] is the rate among wrestlers. That is SHOCKINGLY high.”

“While you might reasonably think that the wrestlers employed by [Vince] are his employees, they’re actually not. They’re “Independent Contractors.””

“An independent contractor is someone that you might hire for a specific, limited task, like a plumber, or an accountant. Wrestlers aren’t either of those things.“

“As independent contractors, wrestlers are exempt from most discrimination and occupational safety laws. They also don’t get paid annual leave, pensions, or health insurance.”

“The IRS states that independent contractors should be free to work when and for whom they choose. Well, Vince’s wrestlers sign exclusive contracts, so that’s complete bullshit.”

“The guidelines also say that someone is probably not an independent contractor if the success or continuation of a business depends to an appreciable degree on the services they provide. I guess the question there is, are wrestler essential to World Wrestling Entertainment.”

“One [clause in a WWE contract] says that if a wrestler is unable to wrestle for as little as six weeks because of an injury, the company can terminate their contract.”

“While another releases the company from all liability for damage resulting in permanent injury or death. EVEN IF caused by its own negligence!”

“They have taken some positive steps like... introducing concussion protocols. Although CM Punk’s experience probably suggests that there might be room for some significant improvement.”

“Here’s how bad it is, even the NFL, for all its massive faults, now offers players health reimbursement accounts and have established a legacy fund for older players that may be dealing with health issues.”

“And when you’ve lost the moral high ground to the fucking NFL, you are morally subterranean.”

“So here is where the potential opportunity is. Because remember, wrestlemania, the biggest event in the WWE’s calendar, is next Sunday, and if fans in that arena want McMahon to pay for wrestlers’ long term health care, or just to call them employees, they could choose to make up chants about that. The event is live, the crowd is mic’d. They won’t be able to cut the chants out. I’m not saying that fans should do that, or make signs. Or make LOTS of signs. I’m just saying I really hope they make their voices heard on this.”

#wwe #john oliver #vince mcmahon #pro wrestling

[magiclamd]

More Capri overanalysing - compare and contrast

“They gazed at one another. It was a public goodbye, in full view of the men. Laurent extended his hand. He did it not, as a prince might, for Damen to kneel and kiss, but as a friend. There was acknowledgement in the gesture, and as Damen took his hand, in front of the men, Laurent held his gaze.

Laurent said, ‘Take care of my fort, Commander.’

In public, there was nothing he could say. He felt his grip tighten slightly. He thought of stepping forward, of taking Laurent’s head in his hands. And then he thought of what he was, and all he now knew. And he forced himself to release his grip.”

- This is the last time that Laurent and Damen are together, but also touch, at the end of Prince’s Gambit, when Damen has been freed but hasn’t left yet. Damen wants to kiss Laurent, but he doesn’t, not only because they’re in front of everyone but also because he’s finally worked out why the Regent wanted them to fuck so much and is actually realising how much his real identity will hurt Laurent. 

I was thinking about how it contrasts with the next time they touch, in the “Hello, lover” scene in King’s Rising:

“Deliberately, he stepped forward, and clasped Laurent’s right shoulder.

Nothing, for a moment. Damen tightened his grip, and ground in with his thumb. Harder. He watched Laurent turn ashen. Finally, Laurent said, ‘Stop.’

He let go. Laurent had wrenched back and was clutching his shoulder, where the blue of his doublet had darkened. Blood, welling up from some newly bandaged, subterranean place, and Laurent was staring at him, his eyes oddly wide.”

Pacat doesn’t pull her punches; the first time Damen meets Laurent as Damianos, he makes Laurent bleed. He hurts an existing wound that Laurent is trying to hide but which Damen can see because of how intimately he has come to know him. 

Mmm, that’s some good symbolism.

Damen tightens his grip in both scenes; it’s just about all that the movements have in common. I always found the “Hello, lover” scene completely brutal; Laurent is being deliberately, methodically offensive and Damen uses quite an extreme, hurtful measure to show that he sees straight through his bullshit. I always thought Laurent’s eyes were “oddly wide” in that scene not because of the pain he’s in but because Damen’s surprised him yet again. Damen not only saw right through him -- nobody but his uncle has been able to do that for years -- down to exactly where he was injured, but he was strong (and mean) enough to force Laurent away from the narrative he was trying to tell. The Damen who Laurent knows is big-hearted, a protector, a gentle considerate lover, a sap who wants to do the right thing, and the one man strong enough to stand up to him. 

I can picture Laurent wondering wildly just for a second if this is what Damianos really is like when he isn’t a slave; cruel and hurtful. If the persona Damen took on as his slave really was an entire fabrication. I wonder if that’s why he says what he does later, about how he doesn’t know this man in front of him. 

Or maybe they’re just “oddly wide” because Laurent doesn’t know how to deal with the situation he’s in. Who would? 

What do other people think?

#captive prince #capri

[eddiesmunsonn]

1, 11, 21, 31, 41, 51

1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

Spotify

11. Favorite social media account

Tumblr - only because no one from my world follows me lol

21. Sandals or Sneakers

First off, it’s trainers. But anyway, trainers. 

31. Favourite three boys names

1. David 2. William 3. Max

41. Top ten favourite songs

1. Live forever - Oasis, 2. Be Here Now - Oasis, 3. Under the Bridge - Red hot chili peppers, 4. Don’t go away - oasis 5. Acquiesce - Oasis, 6. Waterfall - The Stone Roses 7. I am the Resurrection - Stone roses, 8. I will Try - Deaf Havana 9. Subterranean Bullshit Blues - Deaf Havana 10. Bleed it out - Linkin Park

51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

6/7 but I had to pretend to my mum I still believed until I was like 10 lol

#ask game thingy mabob

[cestmoiemilie]

*Tag 9 people you want to get to know better* I was tagged by @robyn-forever

♡ Relationship status: single 
♡ Favourite colour: black but it’s technically a not a color so blue
♡ Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick but I do love a red lip
♡ Last song listened to: Hmm I don’t remember probs smthg from The Smiths
♡ Top 3 tv shows: Pretty Little Liars, Skam, Greys Anatomy
♡ Top 3 characters: I have no idea who to choose haha
♡ Top 3 relationship: William and Noora (Skam), Monica and Chandler (Friends), Spencer and Tobi (PLL) I tag @urdoinmedirty @peonytrees @houseofbats @clutsyslut @subterranean-bullshit and whoever wants to🤗💕

[geeesus]

3, 5, 20, 28, 33, 46, 53, annnd 56 ♡ lmao

now that’s just cheating

3. do you miss anyone? Not particularly, I don’t tend to miss people as weird as that sounds

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?  A few people

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?  Subterranean Bullshit Blues - Deaf Havana

28. i’ll love you if… you give me your cat

33. something you want to learn. Another language like German 

46. what my last text message says. Right I’ll feel bad if I post that because it’s someone asking me to go on a date which I didn’t reply to...

53. 5 things that make me happy. Cats, people showing me their cats/pets, tea, being on trains and just watching things go by (fucking love it), taking an image and instantly knowing that’s the one

56. favourite food(s) I never know what to say to this. idk I always like to keep a stock of bourbon biscuits 

#jamthefruit

[rawdoggingmentalillness]

But memories are meaningless without emotion—and aside from love and drugs, nothing spurs an emotional reaction like music

Mark Joseph Stern (article link)

I included this quote from an article because I felt it better encompassed my ultimate goal of this post- which is to describe a few of the songs that illicit this nostalgic feeling for me, personally. 

There is no particular genre or artist that I am going to list here; it will just be a few songs that bring back vivid memories and/or feelings every time they penetrate me through the aura of sound. Oh, also, all the songs go hard as fuck so feel free to give them a listen. 

Over My Head (Cable Car) - The Fray: This song brings back the memory of the Nintendo DS and playing a game called “Jam Sessions” that was basically a handheld knockoff of Guitar Hero. Still jam to this song semi-regularly. 

All the Above - Maino, T. Pain: This song immediately transports me to an inebriated Saturday inside Jordan-Hare stadium. This song gets me so pumped up that I used to listen to it on my way to exams in college to get me in the “get-shit-done” mindset. For some odd reason, they discontinued this from the gameday soundtrack my junior year- major contributor to why that was my last year attending games in the stadium. 

Dread Culture - Roots of a Rebellion: Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. Sophomore year spring break. Two cartons of cigarettes and an all-inclusive open bar. This song would be played every single morning on the balcony while chiefing Parliaments/Marlboro Lights (that we got for pennies on the dollar) and drinking whatever was on the menu that AM. There are few songs that can get Chandler Espy going like this little ballad right here. 

Skrt - Kodak Black: This one is tied to a very random memory. Freshman year of college trip from  Auburn to Atlanta to watch my sister play in a volleyball tournament, alongside my mother and grandmother. Parking was a disaster so I had to park in a lot where I was informed that my car must be moved before 5am or risk my car being removed by the always friendly tow people. Song was being blared, windows down, around 4am, driving through the streets of downtown Atlanta in search of somewhere to eat and kill time- Waffle House it was. 

Where Is The Love? - Black Eyed Peas: Grammy Nominees 2004, arguably the best compact disk ever created. I remember this one vividly because it would always be played in my mom’s forest green Mercury Mountaineer when we were children. If they were smart, they would remake this song with modernized lyrics addressing all the discourse going on in the world- just make sure to run me at least 10% of the royalties. 

Legends - Juice WRLD: December 2019, the final month of my long college experience as well as my favorite musicians short life. I remember playing this song on repeat the days after the news of his death. Hearing the song still takes me back to reading the breaking news tweets that Jarad Anthony Higgins had died from an alleged overdose. “What’s the 27 club? We ain’t making is past 21″ hits a little harder when it’s the truth. 

Whole Lotta Choppas - Sada Baby: “They wanna see me do my daaaaance, in these thousand dolla paaaaaants” absolute banger. Makes me think of blaring this in the car in line at Six Flags my last trip there. It is literally impossible to hear this song and not want to move your body. I heard this song and immediately called Tik Tok ruining it in the coming weeks with some sort of challenge or dance- I was very much correct. 

Lil Wayne - Trippie Redd: Senior (second senior) year of college, Trippie released a banger of an album with this song on it. This song would be played at least once anytime our friend group would get together to hangout (drink). Always makes me think of good times and good spirits (pun intended). 

Old Town Road - Lil Nas X: LOL. This song was, no lie, played on repeat the morning of the last Auburn Rodeo I attended. It was played so many times that morning that I have never felt the need to listen to it again since. There just something about a 7am Miller Lite keg and Billy Ray Cyrus singing about Maseratis that got me going that day- also, Auburn lost (on a bullshit call) in the Final Four against Virginia this day. 

Subterranean Homesick Blues - Bob Dylan: Probably the first song I ever memorized word for word, and I definitely did not even know what half the lyrics even meant. My dad loved that I knew every word and would play it just so I would recite it, which is what ties this song so deeply into my memories. Why don’t the pumps work? Because the vandals took the handles. 

[riffrelevant]

Article By: Brett Schacht, Staff Writer ‡ Edited By: Leanne Ridgeway, Owner/Chief Editor

With some albums, even if you can tell there’s something of value lurking under the surface, you know it’s gonna take some work to dig it out.   

But with the new self-titled Pale Divine album, released on Shadow Kingdom Records, the band has already done the heavy lifting for us. The music pours out of the speakers with no apologies or need for further explanation (but bear with me as I discuss some of the finer points here).

Pale Divine wear their influences on their sleeves proudly, but with a gift for melody and precise interplay that is rare despite the proliferation of doom bands that circles the globe. Sure, there are things that will remind you of the best moments of the Godfathers of the genre, but they’re only pleasant roadside attractions on the way to your destination. Unlike some bands who offer the equivalent of a promise of an evening’s worth of fun and frolic at the local “gentlemen’s” club, only to find the real ending point to be more akin to visiting the shady 24-Hour clinic for that root canal you’ve been so eagerly anticipating (with only a cross-eyed dentist with suspect credentials on duty), Pale Divine make the journey worth the gas money.

    The thick chug of “Spinning Wheel” gets us off on the right foot, tangles of notes being bent and slid to and fro, lead singer and guitarist Greg Diener delivering the introspective lyrics with a voice that seems custom-made for the material – sonorous, earthy, and devoid of excessive affectation. The emotional guitar solo takes the song to new heights, the wah-inflected lines adding to the narrative in ways even the most astute lyrical observations couldn’t.

“Chemical Decline” nails the aspect that so many doom merchants seem to miss – you’ve got to bring the funk if you want to invoke that unmistakable flavor that helped define early Sabbath. The riffs trudge and swing in equal measure, and that’s something that can’t be taught. Drummer Darin McCloskey has that loose, falling-over-the-cliff feel to his drum fills that make every flourish unexpected and fresh. The vocals are as smooth as volcanic glass, and the guitars… oh man. The guitars are slippery AND crushing, lead lines pouring over the proceedings like molten lava. The band amps up the energy levels in the second half of the song, Diener and fellow guitarist Dana Ortt unleashing thematic, yet absolutely BURNING licks that sound unrehearsed but tight as hell. The sludgy grind that brings the song to its conclusion the proverbial cherry on top.

“So Low” couldn’t possibly be more aptly named, the Geezer-like bass of Ron McGinnis rattling the floorboards, the glacially slow movement of the riffs threatening to lull us into a false sense of security as their hypnotic waves crash over us. Bluesy guitar lines slash away at us, cutting us deep with their angst-ridden ferocity. The lyrics here are blunt and all too relatable – “My bones are tired / There’s weight on my soul / So uninspired / Been feeling so low” – this is life starkly rendered. Many authentic blues bands would be unable to match the depth of feeling here, Pale Divine cut away the bullshit and find the underlying hard truths of being human.

  Pale Divine:

Darin McCloskey – Drums Ron McGinnis – Bass Greg Diener – Guitars/Vocals Dana Ortt – Guitars

  The familiar opening triplet feel of “Curse the Shadows” quickly morphs into another irresistible groove that will make even the most uncoordinated among us sway along with the music uncontrollably. The subterranean tones of “Shades of Blue” will leave you wondering if the barrage of riffs that led us here have blown your speakers once and for all, and who could blame you? This album demands to be turned up until the needles are buried in the red.

This is doom of the highest order, and anyone who thinks the genre is in danger of stagnation needs to grab a copy of this record and allow its hooks to sink in. Album closer “Ship of Fools” gives us a different shade of black than the ones we’ve been happily wallowing in for the previous 40 or so minutes, showing the band to be adept at illuminating every corner in the grand cathedral of doom.

Epic and essential, Pale Divine have crafted an album that can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the classics of the genre, and-scary, this-they sound like they’re only getting warmed up. You can purchase ‘Pale Divine‘ via Shadow Kingdom Records webstore [Link] or Bandcamp Page [Link].

  Pale Divine is also set to perform at the upcoming fifth anniversary of The Maryland Doom Fest 2019 [Info], as well as the MD Doom Fest ‘Doom Hawg Day‘ winter event [Info]. Information on both can be found here:

  PALE DIVINE S/T Album Review & Stream Article By: Brett Schacht, Staff Writer ‡ Edited By: Leanne Ridgeway, Owner/Chief Editor With some albums, even if you can tell there's something of value lurking under the surface, you know it's gonna take some work to dig it out.   

#2018 #2019 #Album Art #Album Review #Audio Stream #Bandcamp #Dana Ortt #Darin McCloskey #Doom #Festival #Greg Diener #Heavy Metal #Heavy Rock #Maryland Doom Fest #Official Video #Pale Divine #Review #Ron McGinnis #Shadow Kingdom Records #Spotify #Streaming #The Maryland Doom Fest #Video

[renegaderadiony]

some Deaf Havana for your friday.

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