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I know its gonna be the hip thing to clown on malenia bc everyone is complaining about her boss fight as an outlet for it but im JUST saying she DID get cursed by an outer god and all and if you remember one of the early trailers of her fight with radahn, he smashes her prosthetic.

Given that 1. The arm socket is where Millicent inserts Miquellas Needle and 2. The broken needle is found in the heart of Aeonia. Its highly likely radahn smashed the needle in half with that strike, the sudden outer influence and her worn out state causing an inevitable dam burst (rewatching the scene, its a neat detail that she draws her own blood as a means of direct infection, given that the blade itself was immune to the scarlet rots decay).

I dont think it's really fair to call that "throwing a tantrum", and at the same time the worship of radahn reminds me that just bc he was benevolent to his own men doesnt mean that he couldnt be just as power hungry as any other shardbearer (sans morgott), as ranni already demonstrates the mutual exclusivity of affection, nobility, and morality

I'm at a bit of a loss regarding which angle I should be interpreting this from. It's an ask, as opposed to a post or a DM, so I'm assuming you want my take on it all? And at first glance I'd assume it'd be as response to me making funnies about Malenia yesterday, thus I should address it from that angle, but it could just also be your thoughts on the matter? I'll go with my gut and assume you want my take.

Ok, so,

"I know its gonna be the hip thing to clown on malenia bc everyone is complaining about her boss fight as an outlet for it"

As I believe you know by now, I like to clown on characters in general because it's fun, and it's definitely not me huffing on a copium life support tank since I beat her third try on my second run and I've expressed several times that I do love her fight, and the one thing I had a big issue with -- Waterfowl Dance -- I've come to not mind as much.

There's definitely people that are going to dunk on her as an outlet for frustration, though, I agree, but I don't think that's a bad thing, it's Video Games, that's just how it's been all the time. What does concern me about the way you are framing that, however, is that it is akin to saying that there's no other reasons why anyone would be dunking on her except because they are huffing copium, which is outright incorrect, even, I dare say, from a design perspective.

Elden Ring's lore is sports. You pick the faction/leader you think its coolest to you and that's your favorite. You like Malenia a lot. That's great! Other people think Radahn is the coolest. That's great! Like you can find a lot of reasons to dunk on any demigod, there's plenty of stuff that can be said to dunk on Malenia. I think I've also been very explicit in my thoughts on Malenia, but I'll put it in unalloyed words for the record: I think she's got an extremely cool design and her boss fight is immensely cool, but I find her characterization to be very boring, barebones, and lackluster, especially when compared to the two groups of characters one would normally compare her to, the Demigods (practically all of which have more characterization or at least quirks and details to them than Malenia does) and the Cool Fromsoft Late Game Female Bosses (of which Lady Maria and Sister Friede, imo, have a LOT more going to them than Malenia does).

I'll be fair and say that there IS a factor of Malenia's that I think is very cool and that isn't her boss fight or design: The fact that she and Miquella are foils to each other. While Malenia is a tall, nigh-peerless warrior, Miquella was cursed with the body of a child and is famously a renowned inventor, his Unalloyed Gold series of inventions being absolutely crazy good and advanced, ranging from extremely effective prosthetics to needles that can outright halt the advance of an outer god alien super anthrax (Scarlet Rot). While Malenia's domain is the Scarlet Rot, Miquella's domain is the lush evergreen. There's a couple more ways in which they are foils to each other and I think that's pretty cool, but at the same time, it's something that necessitates her to be associated to another character, her brother, in order to even be present as a factor, and unfortunately, it keeps reminding me of something I don't like about Malenia: "My brother my brother my brother my brother my brother I am my brother's blade where is my brother Miquella."

So, in short, yes, there's definitely copium to be found, but also, there's a lot of reasons as to why anyone would dunk on her regardless, and we shouldn't pretend or frame it otherwise. Maybe you didn't mean it that way, but that's how it came across.

Its highly likely radahn smashed the needle in half with that strike, the sudden outer influence and her worn out state causing an inevitable dam burst

This is a good theory that I like, because it accounts for details and a solid possibility, but there's also, if mind serves, several instances and accounts that mention Malenia having deliberately gone hog wild with the Scarlet Rot as a desperation move because Radahn was giving her so much trouble. I think Millicent herself said something to that effect at one point, though I don't truly remember her dialogue to the detail. Yes, it could be that one is meant to look for details in the way your theory does... Or It Could Also Just Be Malenia Doing That. Both are perfectly fine guesses. "Throwing a tantrum", in my opinion, is still an apt interpretation, if one that can be contested with what you said, but apt nonetheless.

"I dont think it's really fair to call that "throwing a tantrum", and at the same time the worship of radahn reminds me that just bc he was benevolent to his own men doesnt mean that he couldnt be just as power hungry as any other shardbearer (sans morgott), as ranni already demonstrates the mutual exclusivity of affection, nobility, and morality"

Which leads me to this point. I am going to assume you do not mean me when you say this because the only thing I've said as praise towards Radahn is that he learned turbo gravity magic from a scary tall man in a diaper all so he could keep riding his shitty beloved horse, but it's in the ask and it allows me to go back to something I believe is very important to consider:

Elden Ring Lore Is Sports. Like sports fans, some people will dunk on the others that aren't their favorite. That's completely fine, literally all of these demigods are power hungry. My favorite Elden Ring meme is that one that's like "mfers will complain about Queen Marika and then put a new dictator on the throne" with Ranni on the background, which is like, completely a possibility, even though I'm Rannisquad. Literally none of these people are altruistic. That's fun, narratively. Radahn gets brownie points for being benevolent to his men and due to how he vowed to keep the rot at bay, fighting it for a VERY long time (which gives him, unsurprisingly , good PR in and out of universe), but he's still very much a power hungry participant of the war of succession. Morgott, my favorite alongside Ranni among the demigods, is someone I fully do not agree with ideologically speaking, because he may not be power hungry, but he's still protecting a status quo that very clearly is not in benefit of anyone except his Golden Order peers and believers. Rykard, my favorite after Ranni and Morgott among the Demigods, has the right idea, going against the Erdtree, but the way he's going at it is the most fucked up and even self-destructive way, presumably because he's gone full hedonist, and yet, he's the one that is outright the closest to the mark out all of Demigods, because producing a single, incredibly powerful champion IS the right idea, even though he's methods of producing this champion are beyond barbaric.

This is literally just pick your sports team because you like them more than the others. There's no real cut and dry morality here, because everyone's vile to some degree. Malenia clearly inspired immense loyalty among her warriors as a powerful and charismatic, but her flaw is being incredibly narrow sighted and, if you subscribe to the theory of her having deliberately unleashed the rot, which again, is a valid theory to have, unconcerned with the long term consequences of her actions in the moment. And if I don't like that, I don't like that, Cool Female Character or not.

I think Elden Ring and its factions are far better enjoyed when you look at it through the lens of It's Sports: The fans of the other teams have their reasons, you have your reasons, now let's make Funny Content or lore posts or anything, because every Demigod has good things and bad things that can be said about them, and ideologies you can agree and disagree with. I think the purest form of this is Ranni, in order to help you or anyone understand where I am coming from: Ranni 100% is not a good person, she's done fucked up things, confirmed or implied or otherwise, and she explicitly wants to have power over the Lands Between. She's also someone that can become your personal friend and lover, and very very much adores those she loves, like the Tarnished if they side with her, her brother Blaidd, her uncle Iji, and her often forgotten beloved teacher and mentor, the Ice Witch. She's not a good Demigod, but she's your Demigod. I think that's the way to go about Elden Ring, personally.

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years

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chapter twenty nine: drink your poison

“your heart beats faster, you cannot breathe; you're feeling nervous inside. you feel the passion, it makes you seethe; you feel the temperature rise!” -”deadly nightshade”, joey belladonna

All summer long, Sam traded in between hanging out with Alex and Joey. That whole tour between both bands proved to be one of the best she had been on before: the one with Stormtroopers wasn't nearly as eventful as those three months. They not only had showers and rooms of their own courtesy of the record label, but so much more was happening between herself and the two of them.

It all hinged on her riding with either band to the next stop. If she rode with Testament, she stayed the night with Alex; if with Anthrax, she hung out with Joey. She dared not swap rooms with either one, either, given Alex was always there by her side and Joey was a night owl now with the booze mostly out of the picture.

Meanwhile, there was the artistry. As far as she knew, Scarlett was a patient lady. But she always made art whilst next to either of those two men and among either of the quintets, with either her journal or the canvases she bought back in Raleigh. Charlie kept those old ink drawings she had made for them on the previous tour at the front of their van so everyone saw them upon the drive by.

She made paintings of all five men from Testament along a string of five days in between gigs in Oklahoma City and Kansas City, in which both bands didn’t play a show. She completed the painting of Louie literally five minutes before they had to go on in Kansas City, but he had insisted on taking it out there onstage with him. Prior to the curtain lifting for them, he picked it up and, careful not to make the still wet acrylic paint that made up his hair bleed onto another part of the canvas, he carried it flat in both hands as if it was a tray of dinner. Sam and Alex watched from the back of the van at his running all the way to the back doorway, to which one of the stagehands held it open for him.

The two of them glanced at one another once he went inside: by the time she stood there off to side, she realized what he had done to the painting and propped it up right behind the drum kit with a camera pointed down at it. Every so often during that gig, the display behind them switched over to that camera and Sam’s painting was showcased for everyone in there to see. Indeed, over the next string of shows there in the Midwest, the five of them had put their paintings right behind their respective places on stage: Chuck kept his portrait as well as the drawing that Marla had made for him for Christmas on a stool right next to him.

Even when they head banged, they made sure those pieces of art never moved out of their places.

All the while, if there was one band whom she missed, it was the Cherry Suicides. As the Midwestern stint came to a close in early September and they headed out to the Pacific Northwest in time for Alex's twenty first birthday, Sam realized she hadn’t heard a word from Zelda or if the four of them were even still together. All she heard about was the new album named for her but that was where it all started and ended.

She never saw them there at any show up to that point.

But if anything, she and Belinda met a whole other myriad of people along the way, especially Overkill and Vio-lence. They all seemed to be on the fringes of music as well: whenever they had a stop somewhere, some other band was playing that night and they were filling out full arenas with their makeup and enormous hair. There Sam and Belinda walked about the streets of Des Moines, Iowa in their ponytails and their dark clothes compared to the literal look of modeling there up on stage. There was one band that the two of them had developed a fancy for, Skid Row, all because they seemed the least dolled up out of all of them: front man Sebastian stood there at the stage with his black jeans and long luxurious blond hair with a powerful voice that could be heard from clear across the vast floor. But it all felt so alien to the both of them, and they sought comfort in their friendships with the thrashers.

There came a point, when the whole circus headed back out to the West Coast and she had difficulty believing that the whole thing was in fact real given the sheer extent of everything, especially once she found out Slayer was on the tour with them that all of it was in fact happening. She and Belinda finally met them after what felt like an eternity: these four men wrapped up in rich black leather and with longer hair than Anthrax and Testament themselves put together.

The bassist Tom was a big chunky Hispanic boy with long inky black hair and a big goofy smile plastered on his face.

“Heard a lot about you girls,” he told them both as part of his greeting to them. “You girls and those other crazy girls from Rhode Island, is it?”

“Yeah, the Cherry Suicides,” Belinda had said.

“You’re the artist, right?” he asked her. “The girl who made the paintings of Testament and the drawings for Charlie?”

“I’m an artist but no—“ Belinda gestured over to her right behind her. “—those were all from my lady here, Sam.”

Sam herself leaned forward and Tom flashed her a wink as a result.

She sat there on the plane on the way out to Seattle and she wondered where else she could go from there. Perhaps around the world for real that time. She had never really been to the Emerald City before, not even when Anthrax toured up there the first time around in the two summers before, especially since they had a curfew and the hotel was right outside of the city as well. Portland, she had been to with them, but never Seattle: only the outskirts and the inner part of Tacoma.

It would be the first time Slayer toured there as well, and Testament had gotten as close as Yakima and Spokane themselves. Seattle seemed like such a strange place to her, all tucked away in that particular corner of Washington. No one went up there unless they were willing to live within the rain and fly a plane. But apparently, there was a whole scene of music going down up there, one that reflected the entire thrash movement to an extent given it was all away from the world and radically different from everything else.

Soundgarden were a mere sliver of it all: Charlie had invited the two girls with him to see another band there, one who were about to release their big debut in the coming months, yet another quintet called Mother Love Bone.

They left the plane, followed by the airport, and the bunch of them stepped out to the cool afternoon: where it was still very much summer everywhere else despite it already being autumn, a fine gray marine layer courtesy of the Puget Sound sank over the entire region and beckoned an early season rain just in time for the evenin. Sam ran her fingers through her hair as she peered up to the gray sky overhead: Alex joined right next to her with his eyes squinted and his lips parted a bit. The color washed out from his face so he resembled to a ghost of sorts, a young spirit ready to walk the streets alongside the Puget Sound. A faint drizzle began to fall over them once a piece of cloud covered the sun overhead.

Slayer had already left for their hotel, but Greg and Eric joined the two of them there at the curb: their black clothes only added to their ghostly appearance. A cool breeze blew their hair back a bit so they resembled to the very wisps of clouds right over them. Sam thought back to the Day of the Dead ceremony back home in New York City, except they had no hoods over their heads; Alex turned to her with his eyes squinted a bit and his skin looking as milky as ever right there.

“It's utterly lovely here,” he said in a low voice as he adjusted the skull ring on his right hand.

“Yeah, even here right at the city's rim, it's just beautiful,” she added.

“I hope it rains even more tomorrow,” he declared with a little raise of his eyebrows.

“Hey, yeah! You can have a little Seattle rainstorm for your birthday, Alex.” She glanced about the deserted parking lot before them. Across the way stood all manner of tiny shops and places that made her think of the casinos back down at Lake Tahoe and in Reno.

“It kind of reminds me of Carson a bit,” she said, “in a sense that there's not really many people here.”

“Not nearly as wet and soggy there, though, I'd assume,” Chuck joined in from behind her.

“Nah, it's not even remotely close to being like this,” Sam assured him as she adjusted the strap on her overnight bag and on the courier bag Alex had given her.

“So who're you staying with tonight?” Greg asked her; and she realized that she still owed him an encounter just to satisfy the bet with Alex himself.

“I'm gonna be with the five dicks from New York,” she replied right as Belinda walked up behind her, and she gaped at her.

“Five dicks from New York, I'm calling that from now on,” Belinda said and Eric laughed out at that.

“And I assume we're the five dicks from California,” he cracked.

“And Bel and I are about to see five dicks from Seattle tonight, too,” Sam added on top of that, which brought a laugh out all of them.

“There's Charlie!” Belinda pointed up the sidewalk.

“Alright—we'll see you guys later—” Sam threw her arms around each of them as well as Louie as he came up right behind them; she held Alex a few seconds longer just to feel his softness a bit more. Even though it was his twenty first the next day, she hoped that he would take it easy on the alcohol when the time came for him. She wanted that softness to stay intact with him.

She then let him go and she followed Belinda up the sidewalk in order to meet up with Charlie and Frank, both of whom took them to their hotel at the base of Capitol Hill. A quick shower for both girls and a change into their clothes and both men knocked on their door once more.

Sam ran a hair brush through her hair as the two of them conversed about the whole scene there in Seattle right behind her.

“So where'd you hear about these guys, Char?” Frank started them off.

“Aurora told me about them,” Charlie replied, “she talked to me while we were in North Carolina about this band out of Seattle that would probably take the whole glam thing to the next level because they're just huge in their sound. Like they have some genuine soul to them. None of that cheese that we've been seeing a lot lately. She told me they're a little bit punk influenced, too—think that might have something to do with it.”

“Cool—what're they called again?”

“Mother Love Bone. She also told me that they're bit of a supergroup around here, too: formed from three other bands—I wrote them down because I wanted to check them out while we're here in Seattle, too.”

Sam turned around right as he took a piece of paper out from his back pocket.

“Green River, Skin Yard, and Malfunkshun—Malfunkshun spelled phonetically.”

“Sounds like they know how to party up here,” Belinda noted.

“That's what Aurora told me,” Charlie said as he tucked the paper back into his pocket. Sam brushed her hair a bit more and then she spritzed a bit of perfume onto her neck.

“I love that smell on you, Sam I am,” Frank told her.

“I got this when we were in Des Moines,” she said, “courtesy of Bel here.”

“It fits your body chemistry like a glove, Sam,” Belinda pointed out. “Like you just climbed right out of the shower.”

“So you girls ready?” Charlie asked them.

“Yessir,” Sam replied as she picked up her purse from the top of the table there and slung it over her shoulder.

They headed out of there right as the fine Puget Sound drizzle fell over their heads. Charlie led them over to the far end of the sidewalk when something across the street caught Sam's eye. She looked over at a guy in the cushions of the bay window of a coffee shop with his sleeve rolled up his arm, past his elbow. Belinda followed her gaze as well.

Frank sniffled and sneezed right then, but the sheer sight of that man there in the window only added to the thought that ran through her mind at the moment.

The shine of the needle. The sticky darkness that resided inside of there. He gritted his teeth at the vile feeling through him.

“Holy shit,” Belinda muttered right into her ear.

It was right then Sam knew that they were in deep from that point onward.

They crossed the street, away from that coffee shop and up the pavement to where the band in question was playing that night.

Frank continued to sniffle and sneeze a bit as they made their way inside of there. The four of them congregated on the edge of the room because everything else before them had a dark veil over it and no way out of there in one piece. Something smelled of burning iron and a chemical but nowhere in there was a fire place.

“There's a lot of drugs around here right now,” Charlie noted as they backed up towards the doorway.

“Yeah, it's making me sneeze like crazy,” Frank said as he rubbed his nose.

“What's that smell?” Belinda asked them as they nestled together in that only safe spot of the room, right near the door and within the stream of fresh air: the one place without a trace of drugs to be found.

“Someone smoking cocaine, I think,” Frank said, “I would know because I tried crack recently. It smells just like someone burning up metal—meth and heroin both smell like that, too.”

Lucky for them, Mother Love Bone took to the stage up front there. Even from clear across the room, Sam could make sight of the five of them: the two guitarists near the edge of the stage. One with long smooth hair down past his shoulders and soft features, and the other with his face hidden out from view. The former made her think of Alex in a subtle fashion, from the depth of his eyes to the shape of his nose: he missed that gray stripe and he lacked Alex's sensual edge as well. The bassist strode up behind them with a big bright purple crushed velvet cap with a lacy ribbon wrapped around the crown there and a plain white sleeveless shirt. She couldn't see the drummer and she didn't have to, either, not with that big bold frontman there at the front, with his long blond hair down to his waist and streams of glitter all around his eyes.

“Hello, Seattle!” he declared into the microphone. “This first song is for all you people! All you people there at the back there!”

Sam and Belinda glanced at one another in surprise.

“We are Mother Love Bone! I am L'Andrew the Love Child and this is quite the cornucopia of delights up here—love rock awaits you, people!”

It hit both girls like a tidal wave, more so than the very stench of the burning cocaine and heroin before them: the vents on the ceiling took the whole cloud on the floor there so they could breathe better. Where every other person before them burned those drugs away into their lungs, the four of them stood there in the doorway and relished in the fresh air that came in from behind them and the music before them.

His voice seared into their minds, much like how Joey's voice stayed with them. Almost immediately, she thought of Joey himself. The whole band reminded her of Joey and Alex, from the powerful, extravagant voice to the rich and strong guitar work. Their songs wormed their way into her mind as well: she knew she would be hearing “This is Shangri La” in her head for days on end from that point onward. The stench of marijuana caught their noses, which in turn made Frank cough more, but it came as a relief to both Sam and Belinda, especially with the rain outside picking up into something one step beyond a drizzle.

“They're fun as hell,” the latter remarked.

“I know, right?” Sam said right into her ear.

He threw his blond hair forth as if it was a genuine mane and then he lifted his head to show off the glitter underneath his right eye.

“Zelda would like them,” Sam told her, to which Belinda nodded her head with her eyes wide.

“Kinda like how she would like Skid Row, too,” she added, and Sam nodded.

Even though it was a tough crowd before them, both girls found themselves dancing a bit at one point. There was that one song at the end “Heartshine”, where Sam pictured herself nestled in between both Joey and Alex. Her love and her friend with benefits. Both of them had her heart.

There was no way she could pick and choose between the two of them because it wouldn't be fair to either of them.

She thought of herself dancing for both men: her hips about in a circle for them both and her breasts high and perfect for them as well. Their hands on her skin to top it all off, too.

The four of them were practically outside in the rain at that point because it was all too much for them to bear in there. But lucky for them, that was the final song and Andy bode the delirious crowd before them a big hearted and jovial good night: at that point, he had put on round white glasses with purple lenses and a big tall dark blue hat upon his head as if he was Mickey Mouse.

“That crowd was just awful,” Charlie said, “but I really liked them, though.”

“I did, too!” Sam added as they began on back down the street towards their hotel. The rain had waned back into a fine drizzle at that point and albeit with the incoming darkness.

“I'm gonna need another shower after that,” Belinda confessed.

“Yeah, that was insane how much drugs were in there,” Charlie agreed with her, and he turned to Frank. “How're you doing right now?”

“A sniveling sneezing mess,” he replied as he rubbed the tip of his nose.

“We'll all clean off and then have dinner,” Charlie declared as they crossed the street yet again. They passed the coffee shop on the other side of the street once more: the man who shot one up his arm was still there in the bay window, except his eyes were closed and even through the dim evening light, Sam could see his pale complexion.

It took them a full hour to shower off, one after the other, and at that point, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

“Happy birthday, Alex,” Sam declared as she dried off her hair and let it hang over her shoulders.

“Happy birthday, little man!” Frank proclaimed. “He's finally old enough to drink now.”

For the rest of the evening, she thought about what to do for him that next day, especially since they had to play a show there in Seattle right after Anthrax and Slayer's sets in that respective fashion. Belinda didn't have her leather working tools onhand, either, but that strap that the two of them had crafted for him held up well in the last two years however. Neither Scott nor Dan had any ideas as to what to do for him other than give him a cake after the fact, either: and Joey was out of the question at that point himself.

At one point she caught Anthrax's set and Joey held that white Flying V guitar upon his body once again as if it was a complete extension of him. That time around, he wore a black billed hat with the word “Injun” scrawled on the inside there. She hadn't even seen him all day at that point, either: to see him there made her wonder if he had an ace up his sleeve at the time. At the end of their cover of “Antisocial”, he glanced over at her and showed her and Belinda both that definitive lopsided grin.

They rounded out their short set with an extra large and loud rendition of “Gung Ho!” that ended with a little dual solo from Joey and Dan both, and someone in the audience throwing something at Scott. He ducked down as the jug landed on the stage right next to Charlie's drum kit.

As they left the stage, Joey leaned forward into the microphone.

“Don't be throwin' cider at our man Scott, now,” he taunted the person there and a few people in the crowd clapped at that.

He then padded off of the stage last and greeted Sam with a big open lipped kiss.

“Whoa,” Belinda breathed, and Joey laughed at that but he dared not let it get to him.

“Come with me,” he beckoned both girls, and he led them into the backstage area.

“Eric!” Belinda called out right then; thus she ducked away from them but Joey led Sam onto his dressing room. She left the door slightly ajar but he was quick to bring her to the corner behind the door. Slayer were taking to the stage as he slid his tongue into her mouth and his hands up the curvature of her back.

“I've treated you so poorly,” he said to her in a low enough voice for her to hear over Slayer's intensity.

“No you haven't,” she vowed to him. “You just have a little problem with alcohol is all. I don't want you anywhere near it ever again.”

She took the hat right off of his head and placed upon her own.

“Adorable,” he complimented her as Tom let out a high pitched shriek that made her stop right in her tracks. It made her think of hell on Earth itself.

“Tommy screams like a demon sometimes,” Joey told her, nonchalant.

“If you're the Devil, I'm proud to be a part of it,” she said.

“Nah, Sam, you know us. We're not really into the whole Devil thing—they just seem that way is all.”

“But still. If you're the Devil, I'm proud that to be a part of the whole thing.”

Joey's bottom lip trembled at that.

“Make love to me,” he begged her in a low voice. “Make love to me—please.”

“I'll do something even better for you,” she told him as she put her lips onto his, and then she moved down his neck to his collar bones. Joey held still as she moved down his hot body, all the way down his chest and towards his waist. He shuffled around and pressed his back to the wall: she lifted the bill of the hat from her forehead so she could have a better view of what was there.

She tugged down his shorts and gave him a gentle soft kiss right underneath his waist. She thought of giving him a vampire bite like she did with Alex, but he appeared to enjoy the feel of her lips there more than anything.

“Yeah, that's the spot right there,” he breathed at the soft delicate feeling under his belly button, “—ooh yeah—yeah, right there.”

She tugged his shorts down a bit more. Her tongue on his skin and within her mouth would do him justice.

She could tell he wanted it.

She started out small from the head and then she moved inward to his body, as far as she could stand it. But of course the tip reached the back of her mouth and she coughed and gagged at the feeling. She let go of his firm skin and coughed better.

“You alright?” he asked her.

“Yeah—it’s just the first time I gave a big ass blowjob standing up like this.”

Joey chuckled and he tucked his hands behind his curly head. She looked up at him with her eyebrows raised.

“You look like you’re about ready to sing some lounge stuff,” she told him.

“Lounge—I lounge around and kiss asses all day is what I do best,” he said. She tried it again and that time she got it for real. Joey groaned in his throat as she fondled the smooth curvature of his hips and his thighs with the tips of her fingers. He tipped his head back and gave her yet another soft pleased little groan.

“Yeah, nice li'l deep throat there,” he muttered, “yeah—yeah!” His chest heaved at the feeling and he treated her to soft little whimpers as a result. She was blowing him on Alex's birthday. Something about it gave her a feeling that she could do literally anything from that point onward.

She ran her tongue along the taut skin when she noticed Joey was about to come right there. She held onto him and he gasped at the feeling.

“Fucking hell—you're—you're—you're gonna kill me!” he stammered.

“Not if you can help it, big boy,” she teased him. Joey came right in her hands right there and he fell down onto the seat of his pants, out of breath and dizzy. He fell onto his side and Sam shook her hands about to get it off of her skin.

“Joey?” she called to him. He was out like a light right there.

She bowed out of that room in search of a bathroom just to wash her hands. Right there at the other end of the backstage area, she spotted that door and she ducked in there without a moment's hesitation. She washed her hands with that soft smelling soap and then she ducked out of there once again, only for her to run into Alex and a little brown bottle of Seattle's own in hand.

“Hey!” he greeted her with a mischievous grin.

“Hey!” she retorted back to him.

“Where you going?”

“Back to Joey's dressing room. But it is your birthday after all.”

“Indeed it is!” He took a sip of beer and the crowd erupted into applause for Slayer.

“How was your day?” she asked him once the noise out there died down a bit for them to hear each other.

“Oh, it's been fun! Chuck and Tiffany took me out to lunch at the top of the Space Needle and then we went to this one place right outside of town... did you know there is an actual sound garden up here?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it's this big metallic sculpture that's fenced off but they took me to it. I don't think it might be open tomorrow because it's Saturday. But—it's definitely another thing we gotta do together when the time comes, Samantha.” He took another sip from the bottle. “Come on, I'll take you back to Joey's room.”

He took another sip before he walked in there with her, and he spotted Joey on the floor right behind the door.

“Is he alright?” Alex asked her.

“Oh, yeah. He just—had one too many is all.”

“Oh, shit.” He tipped the bottle back into his lips.

“By the way, how's it feel to legally drink now?”

“Excellent,” he confessed. “I dunno if I'm gonna do it a lot tonight, though, especially since we're going on after Slayer.”

“How many so far?”

“Just a couple,” he told her with a wave of his hand. He kicked back the brown glass bottle and took a big swig of its contents. He set it down before his body and showed her a little smile. Even though he stood still, she could tell that he had had a few at that point.

“Alex,” Sam said in a low voice: she could see it in his eyes as they drooped a bit.

“Samantha—Samantha? Samantha.” He bowed his head a bit and continued to show her a smile.

“Just exactly how much is 'a couple', Alex?”

“It's enough, I can tell ya that.”

“Alex.”

“Samantha.” He let out the biggest belch right there, one that made her retract back a bit.

“Your ancestors back in the home country felt that one, Alex,” Greg called from right outside the door.

“Oh, no, pardon me—that came right outta—outta my ass.”

She giggled at him and he giggled back at her. She moved in closer to him. Joey was unconscious right there but it didn't stop her from moving in closer to Alex.

“You gonna—you gonna—you gonna—what're you gonna do?”

“Kiss you—”

Her lips grazed up against his; he held the bottle out from his body so she could have more space for him.

“That's good, yeah,” he said in between embraces.

“We might have a cake ready for you, baby,” she whispered to him.

“This is better than any cake, my dear artist,” he retorted back to her as she put her hands on either side of his face. “Hell, yeah—hell yeah! Hell to the yes! Fuck—fucking hell—”

He pulled back and shook his head about a bit. Slayer picked it up once again out there; Sam eyed the pale washed out look of Alex's skin and she thought of that man in the coffee shop on the way to the Mother Love Bone show.

“You're not going to puke again, are you?” she asked him, concerned.

“Nah,” he assured her. “Well, I might but I won't do it on you, though. I promise. I promise, I promise, I promise.”

She giggled at him and the droopy look of his eyes.

“Alex—you're so cute when you're a little bit tipsy,” she told him.

“I'm—I'm—I'm as loose as a pussy when I've got a few in me, lemme tell ya...”

She giggled at him.

“Let's see—you're going on in a bit. There has to be a way to rid of the booze without you barfing it up.”

“I'm probably gonna have to barf anyways,” he told her. “There is some bread over there.”

“Bread and crackers under the vanity mirror,” she said as she made her way over to the mirror in question.

“Bread and circuses,” he said with a hiccup. She handed him a handful of oyster crackers as he took a seat on the small dusty couch on the other side of the room, away from the door and away from Joey's unconscious body.

“I wanna have fun with you,” he confessed with a hiccup.

“We are having fun, though,” she pointed out. “It's your twenty first birthday, Alex. It's all about having fun! You only turn twenty one once in your life after all.”

“That's right, right? You only turn—” He swallowed. “—a certain age one time, don't ya.”

He let out a whistle and looked on at her, dazed.

“You alright?” she asked him.

“Yes! I feel like I'm about ready to fall right to sleep, though.”

He took another sip from the bottle and then another bite of oyster cracker. He practically swallowed it whole.

“Well, chew it, Alex,” Sam was scorn.

“Just melts in your mouth,” he pointed out with his mouth full, and he took another couple for himself.

“Keep eating it, though. It should absorb it up inside you. You're gonna be on soon.”

“By the way, we're gonna make another album for you, my darling artist,” he said in a broken voice once he swallowed it down.

“We will, too,” Joey blurted out right then, and Sam and Alex looked over at him. He was still unconscious but by some sheer magic, he had said that out loud without a shred of irony. The two of them looked at one another: Alex rubbed the exhaustion out of his eyes.

“What's Testament's new one going to be called?” Sam asked him.

“'Souls of Black',” he said in a hushed voice. “At least, that's what Eric told me. He wants us to play on Clash of the Titans. Like if we get it done in time, we can get it there.”

“And when's that supposed to be?”

“Uh—next summer, I think? I think? I dunno. I can't really think about things too much.”

“Well, you boys better get on it soon,” Sam encouraged him.

“Yeah, that's the plan anyways,” he told her. “Once we're done here, we mosey on into the studio and run like hell. I think it's gonna be formidable, Samantha. We're as tight as we've ever been.”

“Tight like a tight pussy?” she joked to him.

“Tight like a tight pussy, yes!”

He popped more crackers into his mouth.

“You ought to record something after you've had a couple,” she suggested, “you know just to see what you can make out of it. It'd be true psychedelic metal right there.”

“I don't really know if I can, though,” he confessed with a soft chuckle. “I don't know if that's not really something you can do when you're off your rocker and three sheets to the wind.”

“What about three sheets to my wind?” she asked him as she crawled closer to him and hovered right above his body.

“Oh, my, Samantha—”

“Was that 'oh, my' said in amazement or were you calling me yours?”

“You're good,” he remarked with those eyebrows raised up again. She put her lips onto his, and she tasted the salt from the crackers as well as the hops from the beer.

“I'm gonna need a drink after this,” he confessed to her.

“You are drinking, though,” she insisted.

“No, drink of water,” he corrected.

“I see. Well, drink your poison, baby.”

“Drink your poison and get nasty wit' it,” he cracked and she giggled some more.

“Alex!” Eric's voice floated from outside of the room.

“Oh, shit, I gotta move!” he said as he stood to his feet and rubbed his eyes. “Thank you for the bread, too—that actually helped me out a bit.”

Sam stood up herself but then Alex stopped her right in her tracks.

“Samantha?”

“Yes?” She turned her attention back to him as he lounged there in the doorway with a lax look to his deep eyes.

“Tonight—go to bed and dream of a beautiful gray stripe,” he said as he ran his index finger over that little tuft on the crown of his head.

“I always do, baby,�� she assured him with a wink. “Go give 'em hell.”

He ducked out of there and back to his band: he still had his balance right then. She hoped that the bread really helped out and he would keep it together that evening as she made her way to the spot behind the door. She adjusted the bill of the hat and stooped down for him.

“C'mere, Joey—c'mere, baby—” She scooped him off of the floor and lifted up his head for a better look into his face. She set a hand on his forehead and pushed the hair out from his eyes. He opened them a bit and showed her a little dimpled grin.

“There he is,” she said with a smile herself; with her free hand, she took off her hat and set it upon the dark curly crown of his head. “There's my little Injun boy.”

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Where did Meghan fail?

I feel very frustrated every time I see someone talk about how toxic the royal family was, how cruel the press is or how racist the British are. Simply because it is not true.

Yes, there have been some unpleasant cases in relation to Meghan and Archie that we should all condemn. The letter reproaching Harry for marrying a biracial woman, the anthrax incident and the publication comparing Archie with a monkey. But these are by no means the majority cases, nor the majority opinion of the public. They are brutal and horrible exceptions, but they are the least.

Most of the criticism of Harry and Meghan is justified, there are facts and events behind it.

It should be noted that the criticism was not immediate. If Britain were a country as racist as some publications tell us, the British public would have been horrified as soon as their relationship was made public. It was not so. Everyone was delighted and newspapers and news praised Meghan to infinity. Her background as an activist, her charity work, her studies, her style, everything.

I think, personally, that this was their first advertising mistake.

In their engagement interview they talked a lot about how accustomed she was to the media, the cameras and the press, and how her background as an actress made her more prepared than most people who marry on the royal family. They talked about how they wanted to dedicate their lives to charity and how they would work hard. Hitting the ground running, I think they called it. None of this came true and gave the public illusions that were not fulfilled. They promised that they would be perfect at work, but this is impossible.Nobody is perfect.

However, her first appearances before the wedding, although had some failures, were well received. The main criticism I can remember of the period as fiancee was the comment about abortion. Even her disheveled bun, which most people with long hair use to be lying at home and not to go to work, was praised.

With the arrival of the wedding things got hot, especially related to Tom Markle. Not addressing that problem on time was catastrophic. Now, in addition to the evil stepsister, her father was also excluded. Indeed, she had cut her entire paternal family and, as we saw, does not seem to have a great relationship with the maternal. Her only relative at the wedding was her mother, not uncles or cousins, not even a distant family. A good part of the seats assigned to the bride's family were occupied by stars. Many had had no relationship with Meghan before their engagement but they still were in a preferential place.

The great explosion of criticism came with Eugenie's wedding. Nobody likes that someone tries to shade a bride on her wedding day, by wearing a gigantic coat to hide her non-existent pregnancy bump did exactly that.

There began many of the leaks: the one who had demanded an emerald tiara, which had made Catherine or Charlotte cry, who had announced her pregnancy during the wedding. (By the way, if I am not wrong, these articles are not among those who have reported).

Announcing to the public their pregnancy on the day of Pregnancy and Infant Loss Day in Australia, the country they were going on tour, became insensitive and showed a terrible lack of foresight on the part of their team. Only one day later would have solved it.

Actually, her pregnancy triggered many of the problems. Something that especially bothered the public was how she cup her bump all the time. At all hours and regardless the occasion. Even in official photographs and before having a notable belly. And it didn't stop.

Her baby shower raised a lot of critic and her spending on clothes was excessive.

Their decisions regarding the presentation of Archie was also not well received. What bothers me especially is that they gave some guidelines on how they would proceed, indicating that they would give an announcement when Meghan went into labor and did not comply with them. They gave the announcement hours after the baby was born, just so that the news came out in the USA morning programs.

The photo shoot (because that's what it was) seemed ridiculous. It was supposedly for her to rest and recover, but in just two days she doesn't have time to recover from a birth. Having to go to Windsor and pose before the photographers seems more work than standing on the steps of the Lindo Wing for five minutes. American channels were also chosen over the British, which alienated the press.

The Lion King, Wimbledon, Vogue, private airplanes ... everything accumulated, forming a huge snowball. And suddenly all good will had become annoyance.

After all this big, BIG, text you have to be asking yourself the million dollar question: Where did Meghan fail?

For me in two things.

First, introduce herself as perfect for work and fully prepared for royal duties. Only got the public to get their hopes up and when they realized the truth,that she needed a period of adaptation and was not immediately fantastic at all, were disappointed. She had sold smoke.

Second, her absolute refusal to make changes. It started with small things, messy bun, too long pants and too political comments. If you realize, any of this changed, she continued to present herself with disastrous hair, clothes that were not her size and getting involved in controversies and issues considered inappropriate for the royal family.

Criticisms for touching her bump too much? Do it even more and in a more batalant way.

Criticisms for unnecessary expenses? More luxurious, non-British, clothes and extremely public luxury travel.

Being called hypocrites for their opinion about the environment? Private jet trips (and Harry's disastrous interview).

Critics for not allowing the British public to known Archie? Take him to Africa and play puzzles with his photos, plus a "private" christening.

And so on and on and on. If only they had bothered to listen and make changes they could have been saved. Although, perhaps, they really didn't care or didn't want to.

#megxit #my opinion

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On June 27, 2018, United States Supreme Court Justice Anthony Kennedy announced that he was going to retire from the Supreme Court. For those who do not know how the Supreme Court works, the justices are elected to a life long term provided they exhibit “good behavior.” Their terms end by retirement or death. Only one justice has ever been impeached by Congress.

The top pick to fill Justice Kennedy’s seat is Brett Kavanaugh, a member of the Republican party who once served in George W. Bush’s White House. His ruling history shows a bias towards government over individuals claiming rights violations. Consequently, women and Democrats across the country started talking about one of the most polarizing Supreme Court cases of all time: Roe v. Wade. Issued in 1973, the decision in Roe v. Wade made abortion legal in the entirety of the United States. There were still regulations that weren’t resolved or ruled upon until 1992 (Planned Parenthood v. Casey), but abortion was no longer illegal.

The renewed debate brings a new interest in Roe v. Wade, including a new group of people who either have never heard of the case, or don’t know the history behind it. We’re stuck listening to the same ignorant rhetoric for another news cycle.

So, let’s talk about abortion.

Abortion hadn’t always been illegal. For a period of time, it was advertised in magazines and on the radio. Up until the 19th century, abortion was a common occurrence in the newly created United States. Abortion was permissible until a woman felt a fetus move, or “quicken.” In Leslie Reagan’s book When Abortion Was a Crime: Women, Medicine, and Law in the Unites States 1867-1973, she notes, “the popular ethic regarding abortion and common law were grounded in the female experience of their own bodies.” No one believed that life began at conception, not even the Catholic church.

In fact, it wasn’t the Church that lead the push to ban abortions. It was doctors, seeking to drive out traditional healers (“quacks”). Many home medical guides had recipes for “bringing on the menses” with herbs found in a common garden, or even the woods. Commercial preparations became so common by the mid eighteenth century, the phrase “taking the trade” became a popular euphemism. However, many of these drugs were unregulated and fatal.

The first statues regulating abortion were passed in the 1820’s and 1830’s. These laws were essentially poison-control laws. The sale of commercial abortifacients was banned, but abortions were not. This, like so many other anti-abortion laws to follow, did not deter women from getting abortions. The commercialization of abortion continued, and by the 1840’s, business was booming. Perhaps one of the most famous abortionists, Madame Restell, openly provided abortion services in offices in New York, Boston, and Philadelphia. She had traveling salespeople who touted her “Female Monthly Pills.”

The American Medical Association lead the fight against abortions, attempting to push midwives and homeopaths out as regularly called upon physicians. Moreover, anti-abortion sentiment was also connected to nativism, anti-Catholicism, and anti-feminism. Citing the number of non-Catholic, non-white immigrants, physician and anti-abortion leader Horatio R. Storer is quoted as asking if the West would “be filled by our own children of by those of aliens?” The birth rate among white native-born Protestants had declined, as the typical abortion patient of the time was a middle or upper-class white married woman.

Licensed physicians, including prominent members of the AMA, kept providing abortions. Their issues lay with the homeopathic remedies, not with the practice itself. And despite their own organization calling for it’s end, it remained legal. It’s estimated that some two million abortions were performed in the late nineteenth century, making the per capita rate of abortions seven to eight times higher than today. This was in the era before hospitals, where doctors practiced out of their own offices and on their own terms. Many women sought out doctors who would listen to their needs and work with them. Thus, providing abortions (while sometimes motivated by compassion) was self-serving, as women would continue to see that physician for all other medical issues.

In 1880, laws were passed in every state banning abortions in all but “therapeutic reasons,” which left medical practitioners and the legal system to determine who did or did not have one. As you’d expect, wealthier women with access to doctors had abortions, and poor women bled. Rachel Benson Gold of the Guttmacher Institute says that the stark indication of illegal abortions was the death toll. “In 1930, abortion was listed as the official cause of death in almost 2,700 women – nearly one-fifth of maternal deaths recorded that year.” She notes that, “in New York City in the early 1960s, 1 in 4 childbirth related deaths among white women were due to abortion; in comparison, abortion accounted for 1 in 2 childbirth-related deaths among nonwhite and Puerto Rican women.”

Women of wealth started to leave the country for abortions as other countries legalized the practice. The California based Society for Humane Abortion helped women go as far as Japan to have abortions. In Chicago, a society called “Jane” was founded in the late 1960s, which had a hotline where women could ask for “Jane” to be referred to an illegal abortion. Eventually, members learned how to and performed abortions themselves. These women performed an estimated 11, 000 abortions by 1973.

And then we come to Roe v. Wade.

The facts of the case are this: Roe, a Texas resident, sought to terminate her pregnancy by abortion. Texas law prohibited abortions except to save the pregnant woman’s life. After granting certiorari (an order by which a higher court reviews a decision of a lower court) the Supreme Court heard arguments twice. The main question the Court had to decide on was, “does the Constitution embrace a woman’s right to terminate her pregnancy by abortion?”

By a 7-2 vote in favor, from an all-male Court, the Supreme Court of the United States ruled that a woman’s right to an abortion fell within the right to privacy (recognized in Griswold v. Connecticut) protected by the Fourteenth Amendment (ratified in 1868, defines national citizenship and forbids the states to restrict the basic rights of citizens or other persons). The decision gave women total autonomy over the pregnancy during the first trimester and defined different levels of state interest for the second and third trimesters. As a result of the ruling, abortion laws were affected in 46 states.

So where does that leave us today?

Well, if you’ve been listening to the talks surrounding abortion lately, you’ve heard of something called a “trigger law.” A “trigger law” is a nickname for a law that is unenforceable but may become enforceable if a key change in circumstances occurs. Essentially, if Roe v. Wade is overturned by a “Pro-Life” leaning court, these laws banning abortion become the law. At least 4 states have trigger laws in place, while many others (of those 46 where abortion laws had to change) have existing laws that could be voted back into effect.

Anti-abortion sentiment isn’t just institutional, as you’d expect. While there’s plenty of government officials (and back during the first anti-abortion push, doctors) who are staunchly “Pro-Life”, there’s a very vocal and incensed contingent of voters who are anti-abortion. (While they call themselves “Pro-Life”, for the duration of this piece, they’ll be referred to as simply “anti-abortionists”, as there’s simply no evidence to the matter that they care about any lives aside from fetuses.) This group of people has often turned violent and there’s an entire history of domestic terrorism against abortion doctors.

The most notable anti-abortion group is an elusive one called the “Army of God”. They are an underground domestic terrorism group that’s incredibly hard for the FBI and other government agencies to track. In fact, in their manual, it says that the purpose is that the “soldiers” do not communicate with one another. It’s believed the group was created in the early 80’s (after Roe v. Wade), after a “privately printed, closely guarded” how-to manual began circulating within anti-abortion circles. The AOG advocates violence towards abortion providers and clinics. AOG followers have kidnapped, assaulted, and murdered doctors, sent letters containing fake anthrax to clinics, bombed clinics, and sent death threats to not only clinics, but Supreme Court Justice Harry Blackmun (one of the Justices who voted in favor of abortion rights.)

One of the most recent incidents of anti-abortion violence occurred at a Planned Parenthood in Colorado Springs, Colorado in November of 2015. A man, who had previously acted against other clinics and referred to himself as a “warrior for the babies” left three people dead and several others injured. More recently than this, there have been numerous prosecuted vandalizations on women’s clinics and Planned Parenthoods across the country. In some parts of the country, people line up outside these clinics daily to harass and threaten violence against the people working in or going inside.

If you’ve never gone to a Planned Parenthood, I’ll give you some insight. There are no signs indicating that the clinic exists in the building. The only sign is on main floor entrance, and on the clinic door. The clinic doors are all glass and because I asked, the glass is bulletproof. The receptionists sit back from the entrance behind thick glass they can close, also bulletproof. You have to be buzzed into any of the clinic areas. They asked me if it was okay for them to call me and say they were calling from Planned Parenthood, and if it was okay if I received mail from them. In some areas, people can volunteer to walk women into Planned Parenthoods. Some clinics have no windows at all. Others have constant security on site, as there’s constant protests and the possibility of violence.

All because some Planned Parenthoods provide abortions and the organization receives federal money.

Legally speaking, no federal money can go towards providing abortions. This was set up in the Hyde Amendment. Most federal money given to PP goes towards preventative care, sexual education, pregnancy prevention and birth control, sexually transmitted infection screening and treatment, and breast exams. Because those are services that the organization provides. But most anti-abortionists don’t want to listen when you explain the other services women’s and sexual health clinics provide. However, every time there’s a new abortion debate in this country, clinics like Planned Parenthood are threatened because abortions are 3% of what they provide.

Ultimately, the anti-abortion debate has shifted to being anti-women. What started as a push by physicians over healthcare concerns has turned into a debate that’s thinly veiled misogyny. They’ll claim their reasons are religious, and the ever present “Pro-Life” line has become tired. Many of the same people who claim to be Pro-Life are also the people who turned a blind eye to children being locked in cages at our borders, torn away from their parents. Even on a domestic scale, these “Pro-Life” politicians want to take away social programs that help single/poverty-stricken mothers take care of their children. They’re only “Pro-Life” until birth, then you’re forgotten.

Hope springs eternal though, and even as anti-abortion voices become louder and find their way into positions of vast power, the pro-choice voices are growing louder still. A personal favorite story is of Wendy Davis, a Texas senator, who in 2013 brought her pink running shoes to a state house session to filibuster for 13 hours to prevent a vote on a bill that would severely restrict access to abortion in Texas. People across the country are donating to abortion funds and calling their senators daily. Prominent leaders in the Democratic party are speaking out against the nomination of Kavanaugh, and the importance of Roe v. Wade.

In the end, if Roe v. Wade is overturned, abortions will continue across the country. Women will find a way, as they have for decades, to terminate an unwanted pregnancy. Banning abortion doesn’t stop the practice, it just makes it more dangerous. People are already driving hundreds of miles to have abortions, saving up for weeks until they can afford them. By making safe abortions illegal, we’ll see numbers like we saw before, of abortion related deaths. Poor and working-class women will, once again, bleed.

So, what can you do?

Call your senators. If you don’t want to call, use RESIST BOT.

Donate to Planned Parenthood and other abortion/women’s health clinics in your area.

And most important, vote in the 2018 midterms. The midterms are going to be one of the most important elections of our lifetime.

#abortion #women's health #politics #abortion history #by izzy #august 2018

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the artist | chapter one

The pandemic had left us all feeling all manner of shaken. My mom and I knew we had to make the stimulus checks go as far as we could ever possibly make them go in those especially tough months given the whole ordeal came in the form of waves; my dad on the other hand clutched onto his money for dear life. Every penny had to count. Every single one.

It was because of all this here that I learned to hold onto things for dear life, the real important things. The good stuff, in particular Chris' number.

I kept my promise to him: little by little, I worked on the roses surrounding the portrait of him. I always had trouble mastering roses, from their shape to their delicate petals. But I somehow did it with the edges of each of the red and orange colored pencils. Once he was finished, I took a few pictures and sent them to Chris himself.

He titled it “Fresh Deadly Roses” after a song which he felt Soundgarden would make at some point once the music studios opened again. Even though the pandemic was over and the vaccine had made its way into everyone's hands, paranoia still lingered throughout the country. That vaccine might not be fool proof after all: as a result, the future of anything pertaining to music had been thrown up in the air.

In the mean time, I had found my way back towards the darkness that made up Anthrax. Adjacent to that was the power within Nirvana. It sounded so contradictory, especially given the underrated status of the former, but I needed to seek out the darkness, and the current music wasn't doing shit for me. Granted, I found Anthrax a few years before but it was good for me to make a triumphant return to them.

Such salubrious music I listened to as I found out high school would be ending so early for me. But it helped me. I lost myself in Joey's rough but strong melodies. His voice lifted me up from the floor. Those high registers made my toes curl into the soles of my shoes while his lower registers were full, almost sensual at times. I often pictured him singing from the bottom side of his flat belly, and he let it fill out just enough when hitting those low notes.

No one knew when anyone would tour again, and notably, I had no idea when Anthrax would touring again despite the posts from their Instagram and my incessant keeping up with them. But I had my hope they would come to the Pacific Northwest when time permitted: I was dying to see them, and I was dying to see Joey in particular. I confessed it to Chris at one point, “I wish you guys could tour again.”

He replied back with: “me, too. I miss going out and playing up on stage.” He often made note of that on his Twitter.

On the other hand, Joey was often quiet on social media, even though he had his own account next to Scott, Frankie, Charlie, and Danny. There came a point in which while I was drawing Chris and the roses when I wanted to draw him, too. To draw those coarse and yet strangely luxurious curls down around the sides of his head and atop the crown, and that nonchalant and yet emotive face.

I needed to find a good picture of him, one that would take me aback like the portrait of Chris and yet there wasn't much.

The poor man was too underrated—of all the metal singers in the world, he was one difficult to name off in the world. He always brought up the rear and yet I always found it incredibly strange that was the case surrounding him. He had such power and such intensity, and yet there was a quaint little boyish quality to his voice: he was just a boy after all. A lanky little Iroquois boy with a head full of jet black hair. Black as night and eyes as brown as the earth.

The lack of Joey depressed me, and yet I wanted to draw him so much. I really had nothing better to do than to take a stroll outside while there was a break in the rain. I kept my hands tucked in my snug jeans pockets as I made my way towards the center of town. The gray sky over my head served as a blanket of sorts, a cool moist blanket even with the rouse of the marine layer. The breeze blew through the roots of my hair with each step down the cobble stone walkway.

A voice to my right caught my ear.

“I was gonna be singin' the National Anthem—now I dunno what's gonna happen.”

Not an accent we heard here in western Washington. It was almost alien to this area, if I'm honest. Kind of like a New Yorker accent, except there was something different to it. Some kind of warping, like it had been turned inside out.

I halted in place to find out where the voice was coming from. I turned my head to the right to spot him there on the grass. I recognized him almost immediately even by not seeing him too much. He lingered before the little ice cream bar there in the middle of the grass; I recognized him even while he was wrapped up in a fitted little black leather jacket and snug black jeans. My heart skipped a few beats as I ambled towards him.

An opportunity had opened for me, much like the few days before with Chris in the art shop.

He was very handsome, more handsome in person than I had imagined. He even reminded me a bit of Chris with his black curls and soft features: however he stood at a much shorter stature and his skin had a slightly darker tint to it. He was also much slimmer than Chris, a lot slimmer in the chest in particular. He ran his fingers through the little bit of soft looking ringlets on the side of his head and he noticed me walking towards him. He raised his eyebrows at me.

“Hi,” he greeted me in a soft voice: a few ringlets sprawled down his brow and down around the sides of his neck

“Hi—are you waiting in line?” I asked him in a kind voice.

“Um—maybe,” he quipped with a slight twitch of one eyebrow. I grinned at him; an Iroquois boy faced on a Blackfoot girl. Who would've thought this would happen?

I locked onto his brown eyes even as I stood right next to him there at the shiny metal counter.

“You gonna get ice cream or sump'n?” he asked me.

“Either that or a lemonade,” I replied.

“Eh, it's kinda a li'l too chilly for ice cream anyways,” he said.

“Says who?” I teased him. He parted his dark lips but no sound came out.

“Yeah…” he said as he stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets. He was quite the cute boy, even though I knew he was a bit older than me. Chris was older than me and yet he and I bonded pretty well prior to then. Joey lingered there off to the side as I asked the guy with latex gloves who stood on the inside of the counter for a glass of pink lemonade.

I had a dollar in my pocket but nothing more than that, though. I nibbled on my bottom lip as I delved through my other pockets for some loose change but I found nothing.

“Here, you need some change?” he offered me as he searched inside of his jeans pockets. He took out some quarters and a couple of dimes and handed them to the man.

“Good man, Joe, good man,” he stated to Joey. “You still want a gelato?”

“Of course,” he said with an air of sass; he and I lingered back as we watched him pour me a glass of lemonade and then set it on the counter. I thanked him and stood back next to Joey again.

“Thank you so much,” I told him, and he showed me a sweet little smile.

“It's my pleasure.”

We waited for a couple of minutes and then the man handed Joey his chocolate gelato. He gave his curls and ringlets a toss back behind his head and then he took a little nibble of the ice cream. He padded over to me as I stood away from the counter to let someone else ask for something.

“I hope Anthrax can tour again,” I confessed to him and he gazed on at me with a pensive look on his handsome face.

“Yer tellin' me,” he said as he took another nibble of gelato. “The five of us have been gettin' kinda antsy as of late—especially once the vaccine came out.”

“I'd love to see you guys in particular.”

“I hope ya can! It's not often we see some girls in our audiences, at least from my point of view anyway...” I liked the way he enunciated certain words, like there was something endearing about his way of saying “not” as “naht” coupled with the soft boyish tone of his voice. He then turned his head to me with that pensive look still upon his face.

“Are you—Native American, by any chance?”

“Blackfoot. On my mom's side.” He raised his eyebrows at me.

“I ain't fuckin' with you,” he remarked.

“Why? The Iroquois are badasses.”

“But you guys fought the Sioux nation.” He moved his head in closer to me. “You guys 'n the Crow—ya fought the Sioux nation.”

“Yeah, but you guys fought the British, the French, and the Mohicans, though.”

“Oh, please, like no one would'a fought the British anyway,” he scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “Or the French or the Mohicans, either.”

I took another sip from the paper cup of pink lemonade before I spoke again.

“I wish more people would show you some love,” I said to him. “You deserve it.”

He raised his eyebrows at me again and then his dark lips formed that quaint little Mona Lisa smile, complete with a filling out of his full cheekbones.

“So do you,” he retorted to me. “You n' I, we lived through the pandemic.”

“That, and I don't know anyone who could name Joey Belladonna, though,” I pointed out. He nibbled on his bottom lip and brought the gelato closer to his chest.

“I dunno anyone who could name—” he hesitated.

“Holly.”

“Hahlly.” He took another nibble of gelato.

“By the way, I love your accent,” I complimented him, and he shrugged at me.

“It's just that upstate drawl,” he explained, “nuttin' fancy.”

“I like it, though. It's kinda—”

“Kinda what?”

“—sexy.”

He tilted his head forward and raised his eyebrows.

“Ya think it's sexy,” he muttered as he stuck out his tongue and took a lick of the gelato. He locked eyes with me all the while, and I giggled at him. I probably should have told him that I wasn't eighteen yet, even when he gave me his number. I probably should have told him that he was the older guy for me.

But then again, there was something about reveling in the comfort of that mystery, especially with him involved.

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Ridley Scott’s quotes

RIDLEY'S ORIGINAL IDEAS FOR A SEQUEL “It certainly should explain what the Alien is and where it comes from…That will be tough because it will require dealing with other planets, worlds, civilizations…The Alien may be one of the last descendants of some long-lost self-destructed group of beings…in many respects it’ll be more interesting [than the first movie], from a pure science-fiction stand point. We’d get into speculative areas, deal with two civilizations.” “There were no speculative scenes or discussions about what the Alien was and all that sort of thing either. I believe that audiences love those, especially if they’re well done. They give the threat much more weight…" “I was amazed that no one asked me about this mysterious element of the film, but if you would have asked me in 1978, I would have gladly explained that, in my mind, all this alien ship could be was a battleship...they missed one of the biggest questions of all, which is: who’s the big guy? Who’s flying the ship, basically? And where are they going? And with what? Why that cargo?”

RIDLEY'S ORIGINAL IDEAS FOR A PREQUEL "All I was doing was turning the chapter and opening the door, because why would that creature have a cargo like that? What was his intention? I used to blindly call it a battleship… I was never really happy about the layout of the eggs on the floor, but that's the way it was when we did it at the time, and when we actually built the eggs they were sitting in rows, a bit like pineapples, and it was a specific layout, so clearly this was a hold of some kind for some reason, and so you may as well open it up and tell - well it's that, and it's deadly. Then the biggest question becomes why, and who would conceive of these things, and where were they going? This is a whole new story." ON THE DIFFICULTY OF SCIENCE FICTION FILMS "Being able to say, 'anything goes', that's also very dangerous, because anything goes becomes rubbish if you don't watch it. An therefor you've still got to create your own parameters for a three act play. You have still got to create your own rule book, because otherwise it's like, silly. That's always been my problem with most films, unless they re reality based. To do science fiction at a high level is tricky. History is straightforward because I'm re-telling a story and I've got points of reference. Science fiction, there's no points of reference. It's all brand new." THE 'CREATION' PROLOGUE OF PROMETHEUS "… the sequence at the beginning of the film (Prometheus), that is fundamentally creation. It’s a donation, in the sense that the weight and the construction of the DNA of those aliens is way beyond what we can possibly imagine,” Scott said. Adding that the planet isn’t necessarily Earth, he says, “No, it doesn’t have to be. That could be anywhere. That could be a planet anywhere. All he’s doing is acting as a gardener in space. And the planting that life, in fact, is the disintegration of himself."

ABOUT THE ENGINEER SHIP DESIGN IN THE PROLOGUE "They tried to say (to me), why wouldn’t they have the croissant (Juggernaut) at the beginning of the movie? I said, well, considering that saucer is probably at least 10 million before this, why the hell wouldn’t they have changed the design of the spaceship." ABOUT THE PROMETHEUS MISSION "They are going somewhere, but the destination is undisclosed, because it is top secret" ABOUT THE ENGINEERS "In a funny kind of way, if you look at the Engineers, they’re tall and elegant … they are dark angels. If you look at [John Milton’s] Paradise Lost, the guys who have the best time in the story are the dark angels, not God." "…they’re such aggressive f**kers … and who wouldn’t describe them that way, considering their brilliance in making dreadful devices and weapons that would make our chemical warfare look ridiculous? So I always had it in there that the God-like creature that you will see actually is not so nice, and is certainly not God." Hall of heads (in Prometheus) is a rounded, earthy room. Scott told us the faces might be those of apostles, wise men — a superior people, while production designer Chris Seagers revealed that the heads were meant to give a sense of history and gravity to the sacred place… a place where the Engineers stored their information. "…Covenant gets us a step closer to who and why was this thing designed to make human beings. And if you think it’s them,” Scott said, gesturing to the monolithic figures of the Engineers surrounding us (hall of heads), “you’re dead wrong.”

WHY WERE THE LONGER SCENES CUT IN PROMETHEUS? "I think what's good about it is that we tell enough, but not too much…there were longer scenes, and I think fundamentally when you go in too deep, and the running time, well not necessarily the running time…you have got one hour introducing elements and everything, this and that, before significant physically kicks in, so I thought that's enough. In the original Alien there was 47 minutes before John Hurt looks into the egg…and then it kicks off and starts its own engine. There was about an hour on this one and I thought that was time enough."

WHAT WAS THE PURPOSE OF THE LV-223 INSTALLATION "In the story we confront one of these characters who is called an Engineer, who is of a race, that if we do a sequel to this prequel, we’ll find out who this race was and where they are. Because they are not of this planet, where we are right now (LV-223), and we will find out during the story, that actually this moon…I always parallel it to, I believe, the British in the second World War developed anthrax. All their experimentations went on in this place in - I believe in the Irish channel - which is like any old power station which is an atomic nuclear reactor, which is locked up for the next 500-600 years because you can’t cleans anything of anthrax. So I always think of and refer to it (LV-223) as the Anthrax Island of this race called the Engineers" WHY THE ENGINEERS WANTED TO WIPE OUT HUMANITY AND START OVER "…if you look at it as an “our children are misbehaving down there” scenario, there are moments where it looks like we’ve gone out of control, running around with armor and skirts, which of course would be the Roman Empire. And they were given a long run. A thousand years before their disintegration actually started to happen. And you can say, “Lets’ send down one more of our emissaries to see if he can stop it. Guess what? They crucified him."

"If the planet went wrong, they would want to wipe it clean. But that could take 500 years. When they revisit – because different visitors would come back and see we’re not doing so well – they would look at these human beings that are jerks, that are killing the planet, killing themselves, can’t settle down, they’re like a bunch of children. We should wipe it clean…We will drop some of that stuff and wipe it clean. It could come in the form of a plague. In effect, the thing that is dropped is a plague. It kills everything beneath it, but it is insidious and spreads everywhere. It will take about a year, and you have got nothing left except flora. No fauna. The meat is gone."

WHY DAVID WIPED OUT THE ENGINEERS IN COVENANT "Remember, an Engineer tore his head off. So the Engineer has proven to be an enemy of him (David), and whilst he stood there in wonder at the Engineer when he initially saw him, Peter Weyland over stepped the mark. His request was simply about mortality…the Engineer was kind of disgusted by that, because that was a question beneath his species. And so he killed Peter Weyland, and in effect killed David as well. So David comes back from that clearly not liking the Engineers."

"...That's why he drops it on their city, because he hates them. He has no respect for Engineers and no respect for human beings."

THOUGHTS ON SHAW "When you are philosophizing about the reasons for life, faith, God, it's always tricky because you don't want to get into long dissertations. And the trick of filming, which is so wonderful about film, is you can actually have a conversation between a father and her daughter, and she says 'how do you know it's beautiful?', and he says 'because it's what I believe Elle, what do you believe?'. And she looks over to this guy who's in her cyber sleep that shouldn't be there, and then you are off and running. So now you know that this is a person who has faith in the hereafter and certainly faith in her maker. She believes in God."

THOUGHTS ON DAVID "The predecessor of Ash is David"

"In this one the idea to have David was not just useful, it was essential. Don't hide the fact that he is a, don't make him a revelation. Robots aren't a revelation anymore. Better to say, that's a really strange film, what the f**k is he? Weyland says he's my favorite son, but he has no soul, but he will have endless life. So in a very matter of fact way, we are talking about a creation…"

"..if it's completely cyber, how deep can that relationship go…can the cyber thing have feeling for you? We don't know, because it depends how sophisticated it is, and it also depends on how well you treat them. So you are re-polishing the whole notion of artificial creation, and that can become a serious relationship."

"There is a lot of good information where he talks about creation. Idle hands are the devil's work. Come look at my success. So gradually you are aware - Oh my God, he designed this muther f**ker - rather than it came from the Engineers. It came from him, but he needed to use their black, deadly cleansing lotion (laughter)"

THOUGHTS ON WALTER "David was so successful that Peter Weyland made quite a few. Then Walter was part of that process, he was a follow through which you learned through the movie, except there were various governors on him. He had an emotional governor and never hurt a human being. So he could turn on David in like a heartbeat, as one creature to another and have them go at each other, but he would never attack another human being."

ON THE DAVID/WALTER SWITCH "You knew Walter was David fairly early…That's why I had him go there and turn and look around (when David appears in Walter's clothes after the fight at the edge of the plaza, he turns and looks back with a strange look on his face)…in that moment, AI or not, I am a very logical person. So I'm thinking, wait a minute, you mean he cut his hand off, changed his clothes, cut his face open before going out there? So I was thinking, if I just do it, it'll fly by, because I think you are sandwiched between so much reason to get out of there, and then the appearance of the alien, it will get forgotten. So that's sometimes where you cheat, as a playwright. So it's about 20 minutes that I cheated with…if you only found out (it was David) when he was tucking her in (Daniels), you have not enjoyed the possibility that something is wrong."

ABOUT THE ULTRAMORPH (deacon) "(in Prometheus) I left the xenomorph out, and tried to evolve int the first step of how it begins again, with that deacon (the ultramorph), and that's the precursor to what happens." "It is a precursor to what was designed as the Alien (Giger)"

ABOUT THE NEOMORPH "You get an unarmored - Alien was always a hard shell. Think about a cockroach. A cockroach is kind of beautiful when you examine one. Any insect is beautiful. So the alien was a beautiful insect with a hard shell. So that means its armored to a certain extent. But the Neomorph is soft, a little bit like us humans. We're pretty weak actually. If I prick you, you'll bleed and go 'oh my God' and you could die. So were not very strong. So the Neomorph is a bit more vulnerable but its an evolution from human DNA."

HOW SHAW FIGURED INTO DAVID'S EXPERIMENTS She was integral to what David carried out later (breeding the xenomorph)." ABOUT PROMETHEUS 2 "There were questions that remained unanswered: Where did the ship come from? Who was the pilot? What was his cargo? And why does human DNA play such an important role for the alien? Not to answer that, I thought was crazy. The first step to unlock those secrets was then Prometheus."

"In the story we confront one of these characters who is called an Engineer, who is of a race, that if we do a sequel to this prequel, we’ll find out who this race was and where they are. Because they are not of this planet, where we are right now (LV-223)"

“Yes, but it (link to LV426 and Alien) won’t be in the next one. It will be in the one after this one or maybe even a fourth film before we get back into the ‘Alien’ franchise… The whole point of it is to explain the Alien franchise and to explain the how and why of the creation of the alien itself. I always thought of the alien as kind of a piece of bacterial warfare. I always thought that that original ship (Juggernaut), which I call the croissant, was a battleship, holding these biomechanoid creatures that were all about destruction."

"I think what's good about it is that we tell enough, but not too much...You don't want to elaborate any more than that. And then they are off and running. It's topped by a terrific moment, when she says 'do you mind', and she puts his head in the bag. She's never going to put his head on top of that body, because when she does he will become deadly again…it ends with 'I'm still searching'. You don't ask, how's she going to live? She isn't going to sleep? What's she going to feed on, what's she going to drink? You can get into all that, but then it becomes Robinson Crusoe, and that's another film." "I’d love to explore where the hell [Dr. Shaw] goes next and what does she do when she gets there, because if it is paradise, paradise can not be what you think it is. Paradise has a connotation of being extremely sinister and ominous." "So I’m now going to the next one (Paradise), which is the next evolution directly connected with the first one, which was…Shaw, when she repaired Michael Fassbender (who was) in two pieces, and we’ll kind of pick it up there and it will evolve."

“The beast is done. Cooked. I got lucky meeting Giger all those years ago. It’s very hard to repeat that. I just happen to be the one who forced it through because [the studio] said it’s obscene. They didn’t want to do it and I said, ‘I want to do it, it’s fantastic. But after four [Alien films], I think it wears out a little bit. There’s only so much snarling you can do. I think you’ve got to come back with something more interesting. And I think we’ve found the next step. I thought the Engineers were quite a good start.” Scott said viewers could expect to see Prometheus 2 follow Noomi Rapace’s Elisabeth Shaw and Michael Fassbender’s decapitated android David in their mission to find the Engineers’ home world and find out why the human-like creatures want to destroy mankind. “[We’ll] find out how he gets his head back on,” he joked, adding that several drafts of the screenplay had been written.

"It starts off with a very grand idea—or a grand question, really. Who are they and why did they create such evil biology and bacteriology? And [in creating], to protect themselves from what? So the questions are answered there, or rather, beginning to be answered in Prometheus 2."

"…You can't have a person go off into the galaxy, and have a person who's still got his head off. Once that head goes back on, he's really dangerous, but he's also very seductive. So maybe he will persuade her to help him put the head back on."

"With Prometheus 2 what I'm trying to do is reintroduce a fresher form of alien in the third act."

ABOUT THE CHANGE IN DIRECTION BY BRINGING THE XENOMORPH BACK IN COVENANT "…Because everyone said I missed the Alien. I said, really? And I said, OKaaayy (rolling his eyes). So I came back on…its actually 5 steps, you see 5 steps (5 stages of the alien). Pretty nasty." "..comments were, that actually they missed him (the xenomorph)…they missed the evolution…so I thought we had better include it and try it out, so this (Covenant) is the trail run"

"It went straight up there, and we discovered from it that [the fans] were really frustrated. They wanted to see more of the original [monster] and I thought he was definitely cooked, with an orange in his mouth. So I thought: ‘Wow, OK, I’m wrong’. The fans, in a funny kind of way – they’re not the final word – but they are the reflection of your doubts about something ... and then you realize ‘I was wrong’ or ‘I was right’. I think that’s where it comes in. I think you’re not sensible if you don’t actually take [the fans’ reaction] into account."

“Years ago, I kept mulling over what Alien 2 could be. I was fiddling around with some ideas. I was always fascinated with why this thing [the xenomorph] would be made, by whom, and for what purpose? ...I think I have to go again. We will see who made it (the xenomorph), and why. That’s what’s interesting.”

The planet it (the xenomorph) was on – and I was looking at the dark side of the moon – would be called Paradise. Paradise is a very ominous word…In a way it is Prometheus 2. It’s exactly the same story. But it was always in the works to be called that [Alien: Paradise Lost]. Is Prometheus actually taking us off course from where I’m going, which is actually backing into the first Alien... I’ve even got connections with Ripley [in this], but I’m not telling you what.

ABOUT ALIEN: COVENANT AND THE FUTURE MOVIES

"I don’t know. [I’ll make] maybe two more [films], or maybe one more, I don’t know…" "..comments were, that actually they missed him (the xenomorph)…they missed the evolution…so I though we had better includes it and try it out, so this (Covenant) is the trail run" "If this [Covenant] is successful, and then the next one, and then there will definitely be three more." "There will be another one before we kind of literally and logically, clockwise, back into the rear back head of [the original] Alien…It will go Prometheus, Awakening, Covenant.. fairly integral where this colonization ship is on the way...." "There will be three or four different players coming in to investigate, one of which will be the Engineers arriving back to find their planet decimated…Those ships (Juggernauts) come and go on regular intervals. I see them as the gardeners of space…where we go next is obvious. Were gonna actually go to the planet... "When that’s finished there’ll be another one and then another one, which will gradually drive into the back entrance of the film in 1979. So in other words, why was this space jockey there and why did he have an Alien inside him? And those questions will be answered.”

"We are heading towards the back end of the first Alien, so that may be feasible (bringing a young Ripley in). I don't think it will…Ripley is going to be "somebody's" daughter, obviously…We are coming in from the back end, right? And you know the time constraints, of …what is the time between this film, where we leave David going off into tending for that colony. I think we are probably two films out from even considering her." "…we can come in at the back end of the first Alien. But what I think we've unearthed is a much larger, bigger universe and story, so I think it will be some time before we ever reach the backend of the first Alien. It's still evolving now. I'm already having another one written right now, let's call it Covenant 2. That's with John Logan and we've already got the three act plan on where it's going to go and where it's going to connect, but it's evolving and getting bigger all the time. I don't know where it will end!"

"I always thought the journey would be very much embedded, at least 50% in religion. Security blanket. You can go there next. When I get there, I'm looking at the colonies and what happens, and how it disintegrates…it's being written now, the sequel to Covenant…John (Logan, the writer) is a very good playwright. What I love is he lays out the three acts immediately up front in simple skeleton form. So you are staring at that and that's the point where real discussion and details and starts to get embedded".

"They (colonists) will go there (Origau 6), they will evolve, and they will form a new world." "Whether we bring Daniels back or not in the next one…she has to come back..I'm not sure that's the right thing" "It's about a 10 page thing (Covenant 2) and it's being worked on right now. It will evolve logically into the next place, of course…and after that I'm not telling you…we can bring it back to talk about the creation, inevitably about God, and da, da da, da da…so the (Alien) universe is doing that (makes a flying gesture), and you can go on. I think I have woken up a monster."

"Whether we bring Daniels back or not in the next one…she has to come back..I'm not sure that's the right thing". "we're writing [a sequel] now, as we speak. I'll be filming that within 14 months." "…The alien franchise should be into War of the Worlds by now. That's where I'm going…they (Fox) don't know it yet, but that's what were doing, Fox." ABOUT THE DERELICT JUGGERNAUT IN ALIEN

"It's a vehicle. It doesn't look like it crashed. It looked like it may have had a forced landing, but it landed. And why did it land, and why was the pilot damaged? Because something had gotten loose in the cargo, and had evolved, and taken him out. And so, what could that be?…Had he set up a distress signal that we in our 21st century electronics had caught technology that was a million years old."

"…he’s (the space jockey) one of the group that had gone off and his cargo had gotten out of control…because he was heading somewhere else and it got out of control…and actually he had died in the process, so that would be the story there. That ship happened to be a brother to the ship that you see that comes out of the ground at the end (of Prometheus). They are roughly of the same period give or take a couple hundred years, right? Other than that, there’s no real link except it explains, I think, who may have had these capabilities, which are dreadful weapons way beyond anything we could possibly conceive, bacteriological drums of shit that you can drop on a planet." "In the original, it was a biomechanical weapon. I imagined it to be on board a war ship that had to leave its course and had to land. Perhaps it crashed because one of the aliens had escaped. The weapon was then sleeping at the crash site, waiting for someone to pass."

“I wanted a fossil, almost,” said Scott regarding the Space Jockey’s integration with his technology, “one which you’d have a hard time deciding where he leaves off and the chair, on which he died, begins.” “I always wanted to go back and make an Alien 5 or 6, where we find out where they came from and go there and answer the question, who are they? Mars is too close, so they can’t be gods of war, but the theory in my head was, this was an aircraft carrier, a battlewagon of a civilisation, and the eggs were a cargo which were essentially weapons. So right, like a large form of bacteriological/biomechanoid warfare.” “This Space Jockey I’ve always thought was the driver of the craft...[He is] a perfect example of Giger’s mind, which is ‘where does biology end and technology begin?’ because [Giger] seems to have grafted the creature into what was essentially a pilot’s seat. But clearly from here, this is where the [warning] transmission would emanate from, probably in an automatic transmission… maybe one of the eggs had been disturbed and a creature had got out, had attacked the rest of the crew, don’t ask me where they got to, but he’s pretty gruesome…” DID THE COMPANY KNOW ABOUT THE ALIEN EGGS IN THE DERELICT JUGGERNAUT? “I think any corporation that sends probes into unknown territory is going to think of the possibility of finding something new,” he said. “I’m sure that the crew members on all its ships would have been briefed to bring back anything of interest. It would be part of one’s job to bring it back. An alien, of course, would be of top priority. This particular corporation didn’t have a preconceived notion that an alien would be found on this mission, much less the particular Alien that is brought onto the ship. The idea of bringing it back alive would not have been on the minds of the corporate executives when they first received the alien transmission. They just had high expectations when they ordered the Nostromo to investigate – it was purely out of curiosity.”

THOUGHTS ON THE ALIEN

"Loose on the ship, this new alien begins to lay eggs in the bowels of the ship. It lives to propagate and must find food for its offspring - in this ace the crew of the Nostromo upon who the young aliens can feed their eggs until a new host comes along and prods the eggs. Then the cycle begins all over again." "What gave us the cocoon concept was that insects will utilize other's bodies to be hosts of their eggs. That's how the alien would use Dallas and each of the crew members it kills. This explains why the alien kills them one by one. It wants to use each person as a separate host each time it has new eggs…The biological make up of humans was useful, however, for the alien eggs to feed on…"Omni: Screen Flights, Screen Fantasies. “Like a butterfly or an insect, it [the Alien] has a very limited lifespan in which to reproduce itself … [it] only has a limited life cycle of, maybe, four days like an insect … the Alien lifeform lived to reproduce … [Ripley] killed it, but it would have died soon anyway.”

THOUGHTS ON THE EGG-MORPH SCENE IN ALIEN “What gave us the cocoon concept was that insects utilize others’ bodies to be the hosts of their eggs,” Ridley said in 1984. “That’s how the Alien would use Dallas and each of the crew members it kills. This explains why the Alien doesn’t kill everybody at once, but rather kills them off one by one: it wants to use each person as a separate host each time it has new eggs.” "Loose on this ship, this new alien, begins to lay eggs in the bowels of the ship. It lives to propagate and must find food for it's offspring - in this case, the crew members of the Nostromo, upon whom the young aliens can feed in their eggs until a new host comes along prodding the eggs. The life cycle begins all over again" "The scene which was cut was one in which one of the crew discovers the bodies of one of the others being used as food. It was just too gruesome."

"They are morphing, metamorphosing…they are changing into, being consumed, I guess, by whatever the alien organism is, into an egg." THOUGHTS ON ASH Ash was programmed with a human ‘back-story’, though he was well aware of his artificial nature: “That was a consideration I had to deal with. There are a number of ways of approaching it, but the possibilities come down to either letting him know or programming him so he thinks he’s human. All the space in between was open, but we went with letting him know. If we had decided to keep it from him, there were all kinds of things we could have done, from programming him to know at a certain point, like an emergency, or even putting a complete memory in him that would give him a complete background – parents, schooling, brothers, the whole thing.” “We theorized that the Alien would feel or understand that Ash was a construction of robotics, however complex and strange, Because Ash wasn’t human, he’d have been no use as a host for its eggs.”

"It all start with 2001…HAL was one of the most genius ideas of Kubrick, where the machine takes over. Then I had to do a film called Alien, and in there we had a great idea of having any corporate vehicle or vessel of such magnitude and cost, would have to have a company man on board. Better if the company man is an AI, and nobody on board knows who the AI is. It's always kept a secret. Because everyone looks human, no one knows…Ash is in fact the after runner of David and Walter."

THOUGHTS ON THE NOSTROMO CREW “I guess if you spend a lot of time together in space the camaraderie will gradually disappear, and each person will become isolated with their own thoughts and their memories of where they’ve been and where they’re going to. And therefore, all of the characters are designed as not really being comrades. There’s a kind of cold relationship amongst all of them.” “I think the crew members of the Nostromo seem spirited only because of their argumentative nature, which is due to the fact that they probably can no longer stand the sight of each other. It wouldn’t matter how it was all worked out in the pre-voyage stage, where a computer probably determined the compatability of the unit; like all crews in confined spaces, they’d get on one another’s nerves and would be cutting each other’s throats in six months’ time. I tried to glean as much as I could from present-day astronauts who go through preparing for prolonged periods in space. I then factored in ten years in space and tried to envision how a character would react to going off for that kind of period. Obviously it would raise all sorts of psychological problems above and beyond claustrophobia and melancholia.” “I loved the minimal dialogue, the minimalist characterisation – what do you need to know? Once this thing is loose, I don’t want to have scenes talking about mum and dad back on the planet.” "you can’t afford to have love affairs in deep space. If you do, you immediately have two groups aboard. The pair who are in love and the rest of the crew. That’s the beginning of problems unless you are a space pioneer and settle down with your family.” "There was a line through the movie which had a … more by innuendo than anything else, that there was something going on between Dallas and she [Ripley]. And then later, I thought what was really curious was -could be interesting- there was something going on between her and Veronica, which I thought was far more probable. I mean a hundred years from now, you know, that’s certainly not gonna be remarkable in space. In fact, in space relationships are probably gonna be discouraged, and if you have the need for sex, it can be with either gender. Really doesn’t matter, right?”

“Veronica was always great at barely controlled terror. Catatonic terror. She’s always like, two steps from a heart attack, which I think she finally does at the end – have a heart attack.” "I wanted Lambert to get sucked out of the ship through an opening about the size of a keyhole. Not a very heroic ending – but dramatic. We couldn’t afford it, besides, I couldn’t work out in those days how to squeeze a body through a hole that big.” ON THE AGE OF THE NOSTROMO "Speaking of the Nostromo’s technology, Ridley Scott said in 1979 that “the machine that they’re on could in fact be 60 years old and just added to over the decades. The metal-work on it could be 50 years old.” That means it is much older than the Prometheus and Covenant.

ABOUT QUESTIONS NOT DIRECTLY ANSWERED “The clues are there right through (in Prometheus). I do hope they don’t write essays about this in thirty years time. I’d rather they got it now. It’s all there if you are looking. It’s quite subtle.” ON CRITICISM OF HIS FILMS "I don't make films for other people. I make films for me. And so far its pretty good, because I'm still here after 35 years. So there's a great expression, 'f**k you very much'."

ABOUT FILM SUCCESS AND PROFIT "The global world market place is changing…entertainment looks attractive when you read about the few films that makes these insane amount of money, but what they (investors) don't know is that they don't always do that. There's a level going about it on the business side, and that's not necessarily the box office. If it does fine in the box office, that's OK. But - it will play for years on television, reissuing DVDs…and so on, and so on. So there is an industry just in that…a lot of the revenue comes in from that over the years…The important thing to do is make it."

#Ridley Scott Quotes #Alien #alien covenant #alien: covenant #prometheus #nostromo #covenant #david 8 #david8 #walter #elizabeth shaw #daniels

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jupitermelichios · 7 years

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Smallville S1E14

I have breakfast for dinner and way too little sleep, let's do this thing!

- I can’t believe it only just occurred to me, but how the fuck old is Lex?!

- Why did we get sinister slow-mo for Lex bribing his way into the VIP area of a club?! That’s pretty normal rich kid behaviour...

- I don’t know what the fuck they’re drinking, but it glows green and I want some

- I fucking love you, Lex, I don’t know why anyone ever goes for a night out with anyone else

- Well, that went from 0 to 100 real fucking quick...

- Nothing like opening on Lex being kidnapped by a man we know to be dead to make me really resent every fucking second we spend on boring Chloe Sullivan monologing about homework at people who barely tolerate her

- Hey, Pete’s back! And he’s speaking! Multiple sentences even!

- Wait, does Lana even go to school anymore? Her aunt is supposed to be the manager of Talon, and Lex is the owner, so why the fuck is Lana in charge of supervising the builders?

- Okay wait, was that flashback Lex’s dark secret?! Guy tried to stab Lex and his bodyguards shot him? That’s not exactly a crime! Am I missing something here?

- WHY DOES NO ONE IN THIS FUCKING SHOW EVER EXPLAIN ANYTHING!

- “I’m not worried,” he says worriedly

- Okay, so this dude’s evil plan to destroy Lex is to make Lex’s car play annoying music very loudly when he turns it on. Seriously? He can just buy a new fucking car, he’s a goddamned millionaire!

- Please Martha, live out your dreams and strangle Chloe Sulivan, for all of us

- Okay, Clark seriously seems to think his parents adopted him through normal legal means. You’re a fucking alien you slack-jawed lackwit! How do you forget something like that?!

- Apparently the subtitle of this episode is ‘everyone hates Chloe’ and I am 100% on board with that. Fuck you and your Nancy Drew complex Chloe

- WHY WOULD YOU OPEN THE FUCKING BOX!!! It could be a bomb! It could be anthrax! It could be a severed human hand! Which it fucking is!

- My friend and benefactor is getting horrible death threats, I should talk loudly about how I don’t trust him in front of him. I mean, obviously this must all be his fault right?

- “You know what the Luthors did to my family” No, I don’t because this has never fucking come up before! You can’t just assume we know the character’s backstories!

- Why is Chloe so fucking shocked that Clark doesn’t know what charity his parents used to adopt him?! Does she think that's a standard question adopted kids ask their parents?!

- Okay, so Lex’s dark secret is that someone tried to stab him so he shot the dude in self-defence. Really?! That’s it. That’s the reason we shouldn’t fucking trust Lex?! This is Kansas! Everyone and their mom has a fucking gun, you telling me no one in the town would trust Lex if they knew he’d shot a guy who was trying to kill him?

- Earlier Clark asked Chloe to respect his privacy out of friendship. Now Lex is asking Clark to do the same thing. Bets on Clark taking his own advice?

- Okay, the dead cows thing is fucking cheesy, but I lived through the foot and mouth epidemic, so I don’t really have anything amusing to say about this except fuck you villain of the week, the Kents did nothing to you and yours!

- Oh fuck you Jonathan! Why are you such a terrible person?!

- Seriously Martha, why would you assume Lex wouldn’t hire someone to dispose of dead cows who knew how to dispose of dead cows?! Do you think it’s just going to be some bloke taking them away one at a time in a van?

- “There’s things in Lex’s past that are a little shady” YOU ILLEGALLY ADOPTED AN ALIEN MARTHA, YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO THROW FUCKING STONES HERE!

- You’re a high school student Chloe. Give it three years at college and a year working for an actual newspaper, then you can talk about journalistic instinct

- The fuck was Chloe photographing the environmental agents investigating the dead cows? Did she just think he was cute?!

- Do you think cops always give people directions to businesses that are shut down? Why?! “Where’s Olive Garden?” “Well it used to be two blocks away, then take a right, next to the blockbuster, you can’t miss it. Also it closed in 1997″

- WHY THE FUCK WAS THIS ASSHOLE RECORDING THE SOUNDS OF HIS OWN DEATH?!

- Okay seriously, even allowing to him being from Bludhaven, why the fuck would you sign up to pretend to be a dead man and leave bits of fucking corpses around in gift boxes IF YOU’RE ON PAROLE?!

- Rashomon is a good movie, but can we all collectively agree that its time to move on from the goddamn ‘show an event six times from different perspectives’ thing? It’s just fucking confusing

- I hate you Lana Lang, but that lipstick looks really good on you

- Did you seriously not invite Whitney to this party?! You know what, I take back the nice things I said about your lipstick.

- Okay seriously Clark and Lex need to stop eye fucking and just kiss already

- FUCK YOU CHLOE SULIVAN! FUCK YOU SIDEWAYS WITH A DOUBLE-HEADED DILDO YOU ABSOLUTE PSYCOPATH!!!!!!!

#smallville #superman #lex luthor #charlie watches a thing #liveblog #smallville recaps #petition to replace all other villain plots with 'make their car play annoying music'

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aresielle · 7 years

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The rumour says there is a lot of nuns in Ahch-To. And Luke is alone with them. And the only think I can imagine it’s Luke searching for the jedi temple like Galahad looking for the grail like in the scene Sir Galahad in Castle Anthrax in Monty Python and the Holy Grail ... except with more aliens nuns.

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#star wars spoiler #kind of #Luke Skywalker #ahch-to

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katmasteryoda · 5 years

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Welcome to the terrordome where everything is "fun" except for hyoerloops at zero

Borques aside (the labyrinth surfaced in storage locker 2038 like that heroine Robert the Vietnam vet golf of gulf honky Tonkin was really an alien encounter.

He came up with the idea that the storage lockers under the 10 1 were portals... Worked for me, as I would have to test during the heat of the day, the onslaught of Morgellons or whatever they don't want to call or Chernobyl, anthrax, vegan death metal, A side of polish sausage laced with krakatoa

Flown in by dragonfly

Via answered to surely u Jess

She was a lonely algorithm

Getting misbehaving judges off

Massaging the topic at hand

A scherezade of circumstance

A generation left on hold

They'd become untouchables

in the way bear - man joins the freak show

three ring circus side show clusterfuck of

Confusion. If there was something worth fighting for not in abstract and not undercut by Mark Zuckerberg ("only a dumbass gives data to me bwhahah) or "the generals" supposed rituals involving sacrifice beyond the drill Sargeant and so dark and demonic as to make you look over your shoulder now all the time wondering who is who and what is what the devil brings evil all about

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All the asks :-)

I knew this was coming haha

1: Full name - Tyler Alistair Wilson-Poole

2: Age - 19

3: 3 Fears - Being alone, complete darkness, clowns

4: 3 things I love - Lizzie, music, video games

5: 4 turns on - Long hair, glasses, dark hair, intelligent

6: 4 turns off - Unhygienic, rude, annoying, arrogant

7: My best friend - Ed Culling and Lizzie

8: Sexual orientation - Pan

9: My best first date - This is hard… honestly, and I’m going to count this as a first date because it technically was our first date together, when Lizzie and I went to the arcade, played bowling and pool, and then went to Pizza Hut. It was the night before she had to go home and honestly I couldn’t ask for a better way to end our time together

10: How tall am I - 6ft

11: What do I miss - I miss Lizzie so much it fucking hurts..

12: What time were I born - Around 6 in the evening

13: Favourite color - Definitely red

14: Do I have a crush - I have a pretty big crush on a certain woman ;)

15: Favourite quote - “It’s not about the hand that you’re dealt, it’s how you play it.” I said this to Lizzie when she was convinced we wouldn’t get to be together and we ended up being together in the end so…

16: Favourite place - In bed snuggled up with Lizzie

17: Favourite food - PIZZA

18: Do I use sarcasm - Naaaaaah ;)

19: What am I listening to right now - Basshunter LOL

20: First thing I notice in new person - Usually their height. I’m pretty tall, so I notice a person’s height straight away

21: Shoe size - Size 6

22: Eye color - Dark blue eyes

23: Hair color - Dirty blonde. It used to be REALLY blonde but it got darker and darker over the years

24: Favourite style of clothing - Band merch, obviously. But honestly, Lizzie has made me fall in love with dressing smart because it really compliments my figure and makes me look hot as fuck

25: Ever done a prank call? - Yeah, only a couple though

27: Meaning behind my URL - Dave Mustaine. Cats. Need I say more?

28: Favourite movie - John Carpenter’s The Thing

29: Favourite song - I don’t really have a favourite song. It changes all the time

30: Favourite band - Again, it changes all of the time. If I was pressed, I would probably say Slipknot though

31: How I feel right now - Happy because I spent the past 3 hours on the phone to Lizzie but now she’s gone back to work and she won’t get off until 5am my time..

32: Someone I love - LIZZIEEEEEE

33: My current relationship status - Happily in a relationship with Lizzie

34: My relationship with my parents - Really good. I love my parents and we get on super well

35: Favourite holiday - Probably Scotland

36: Tattoos and piercing i have - No tattoos but I have my septum pierced and three hoops in my left ear lobe

37: Tattoos and piercing i want - Too many tattoos to count, and I’m not sure about piercings.

38: The reason I joined Tumblr - My sister used to use it YEARS ago (like a good 7 years ago) and got me into it. I went through several different accounts before finally getting into it properly and that was this account.

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? - I don’t hate her. I can’t say whether she hates me or not, seeing as we didn’t exactly end on good terms and she blocked me lol

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - The only person who would do this is Lizzie and I wake up a good 6 hours before her in the morning, and we always fall asleep on the phone together. Yeah, time differences are a bitch. I haven’t slept in 34 hours ayyyyy

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - The last person I text was my mate Choc and no I haven’t kissed him

42: When did I last hold hands? - I held my sister’s hand when it was my Grandad’s funeral last week

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - Literally about 10 minutes. Unless I shower, then about 20-30 minutes.

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? - Never shaved my legs before

45: Where am I right now? - In my room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? - Lizzie would be there. Although if I was drinking, she would probably be drinking too. And we like to get shitfaced together so…

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - LOUD

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - I do

49: Am I excited for anything? - I’m just trying to keep everything together until I get to be with Lizzie again

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - Yeah, Lizzie

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? - A lot, to be honest. Mainly in college and in front of family.

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? - I hugged my mum not too long ago

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? - I don’t even want to think about that..

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? - Not that I can think of

55: What is something I disliked about today? - Nothing, to be honest. Today was a good day

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - Can I meet Lizzie again? I wanna be with her so bad

57: What do I think about most? - Lizzie

58: What’s my strangest talent? - Umm… I can puff the underneath of my chin out

59: Do I have any strange phobias? - I don’t really have any phobias

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - In front of, to be honest. I love having my photo taken

61: What was the last lie I told? - That something was fine when it wasn’t

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - Depends who it is. If it’s my friends, then just on the phone. If it’s Lizzie, definitely video chatting online

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? - I’m not sure about ghosts, but I think it would be cool if they did exist. Aliens definitely exist. We simply just can’t be alone in this vast galaxy

64: Do I believe in magic? - Again, it would be cool if it was real but no, I don’t.

65: Do I believe in luck? - Yeah

66: What’s the weather like right now? - Really fucking cold but otherwise clear. It was snowing heavily on Sunday though

67: What was the last book I’ve read? - Demon Thief by Darren Shan

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? - Fucking love the smell of gasoline

69: Do I have any nicknames? - Not really. Not anymore.

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? - I’m really lucky and never really had any bad injuries.

71: Do I spend money or save it? - Spend it unless there’s something that I must have. Or a certain person needs something

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? - I can’t

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? - Some parts of my bed sheets are pink

74: Favourite animal? - Chimps

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? - Reading my book in bed

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? - It’s just Satan

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - Africa by Toto

78: How can you win my heart? - You can’t. Lizzie already owns it

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? - I honestly have no idea…

80: What is my favorite word? - Don’t really have a favourite word.

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr - I don’t do favourite blogs

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? - REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? - Not that I know of

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? - Teleportation. I would love to just go anywhere in the world whenever I wanted to. I would go grab Lizzie first and take her where ever she wanted to go

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? - Nothing that I can think of. I don’t like lying and don’t have anything to hide

86: What is my current desktop picture? - It’s a screenshot from World of Warcraft. It’s my Human Fury Warrior riding the Iron Bound Proto-Drake across Tanaris in front of Argus.

87: Had sex? - Many times

88: Bought condoms? - Many times

89: Gotten pregnant? - Lol no

90: Failed a class? - LOL I straight up got kicked out of my old school

91: Kissed a boy? - I have

92: Kissed a girl? - I have

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? - I can’t recall but I’m sure I have

94: Had job? - Yes, I have had job. Very good, very nice.

95: Left the house without my wallet? - I went to Scotland last week without my fucking wallet…

96: Bullied someone on the internet? - No

97: Had sex in public? - Not outright had sex, but done stuff

98: Played on a sports team? - Yeah, a lot actually

99: Smoked weed? - Yep

100: Did drugs? - One of the drugs, please. Nothing except weed, to be honest

101: Smoked cigarettes? - I do

102: Drank alcohol? - When I can. I love going to the pub with my mates

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? - I used to be, but then I really needed to put weight on so I started eating meat again

104: Been overweight? - LOL have you seen me?

105: Been underweight? - My BMI used to say I should be dead :)

106: Been to a wedding? - I haven’t. The first one I will go to will probably be my own

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? - Only five hours?!

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? - Pretty sure I have

109: Been outside my home country? - Several times. Been to Greece and Holland a couple times each

110: Gotten my heart broken? - LOLOLOLOLOLOL

111: Been to a professional sports game? - Yeah, I used to go watch the Ice Hockey every weekend with my dad

112: Broken a bone? - Thankfully not

113: Cut myself? - Unfortunately yes

114: Been to prom? - I actually didn’t go to my prom

115: Been in airplane? - Yeah, several times

116: Fly by helicopter? - Nope

117: What concerts have I been to? - Hold up, I have a list for this one:

♫ Slayer♫ Anthrax x2♫ Megadeth♫ Metallica♫ Napalm Death♫ Alestorm♫ Children of Bodom♫The Raven Age♫ Kvelertak♫ DragonForce x2♫ The Heavy♫ Hawkwind x5♫ Pulp♫ The Kills♫ The Strokes♫ The Vaccines ♫ Echo and the Bunnymen♫ James ♫ Seasick Steve♫ Jack White♫ Neil Young and Crazy Horse♫ Dengue Fever♫ Afro Celt Sound System x2♫ Goat♫ McFly♫ Rolf Harris

and many more that I’ve forgotten to list

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? - Yeah, I’ve fancied a lot of guys in the past

119: Learned another language? - I “learned” French for GCSE but nothing I can remember. Lizzie needs to and is going to teach me Spanish, though. We want our kids to be bilingual like she is so I need to be able to speak Spanish as well

120: Wore make up? - Yeeaah

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? - Lost it when I was 16

122: Had oral sex? - A lot. Given a lot too

123: Dyed my hair? - I dyed it once purple and red

124: Voted in a presidential election? - I’m British but I voted in the general elections

125: Rode in an ambulance? - No, thankfully

126: Had a surgery? - No, thankfully

127: Met someone famous? - I’ve met so many famous band members

128: Stalked someone on a social network? - Yeeaah

129: Peed outside? - Hasn’t everyone?

130: Been fishing? - Nope

131: Helped with charity? - Yeah

132: Been rejected by a crush? - Too many times to count lol

133: Broken a mirror? - I once dropped a mirror on my toe. Blood everywhere

134: What do I want for birthday? - I need tattoos so probably that

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?

Nova Lynn Wilson-Poole

Lara Mileena Wilson-Poole

Anri Sophia Wilson-Poole

Raiden Aldren Wilson-Poole

Furion Axel Wilson-Poole

136: Was I named after anyone? - Nope. My middle name is my dad’s name, though

137: Do I like my handwriting? - My handwriting is the worst handwriting I’ve ever seen. Many people will back that up

138: What was my favourite toy as a child? - I didn’t have a favourite, I loved them all equally

139: Favourite Tv Show? - At the moment, Wilfred. LIZZIE WE NEED TO FUCKING FINISH IT COME BACK HERE SO WE CAN

140: Where do I want to live when older? - In Malmesbury still, where I currently live, to be honest.

141: Play any musical instrument? - Guitar, bass, and a bit of the drums. I also used to play the trumpet and my teacher said I was the best student he ever had

142: One of my scars, how did I get it? - All of my scars: self harming

143: Favourite pizza toping? - Meat feast

144: Am I afraid of the dark? - Only complete darkness

145: Am I afraid of heights? - I get really bad vertigo. We went to the museum in Edinburgh and went to the top floor, and I completely freaked out. My head was swimming so bad that my whole body felt like it was continuously falling

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? - Not that I can think of. I never sneaked out of did anything particular bad when I was younger. Then I got to an age where my parents believed that I need to make my own mistakes and that I was old enough to take the consequences and make my own decisions in life

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? - Lol too many times to fucking count

148: What I’m really bad at - I’m bad at communicating how I feel a lot because I’m scared how I feel like hurt or upset others or cause an argument. It’s past mental abuse great?

149: What my greatest achievments are - I probably have loads but I’m honestly too tired to think right now..

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me - I’m sure there’s some fucked up shit people have said to me, but I don’t make a habit of remembering that sort of stuff

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery - Pay off the rest of Lizzie’s lease on her apartment, go over to America to meet her friends and family for two weeks, and then buy her a one way plane ticket to fly back with me.

152: What do I like about myself - I’m perfect ;)

153: My closest Tumblr friend - Nick @chuck-fenriz

154: Something I fantasise about - Lizzie. A LOT

Took me a long ass time, literally an hour, but here you go! Sorry that I ran out of steam towards the end haha :)

#asks #anon #i haven't slept in 35 hours #so sorry if these are shit #lol

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