#kerosene mars

[jar-of-rocks]

carjacking pov

[vague-shape-of-a-creature]

adventure.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

possessed, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x (minor) yoongi

summary: Burning hot. Freezing cold. An all-consuming addiction to subspace that dominates every centimeter of Jeon Jungkook's mind. There is nothing to stop him when his favorite psycho demon bitch is just as crazy as he is. He'll do anything to get his fix.

collared au chained, yg | tainted, jk | twisted, jk+yg | wicked, jk+yg | burned, jk+yg

warnings: rated M (18+) for language - [!!!!] dangerous temperature play, do not attempt! I warned you, this is fiction, I am not responsible for your dumbassery; JK is dangerously deep in subspace and, if you feel like him, you need to take a step back and reevaluate; intense D/s smut (fem reader, fire play, pain kink, hair-pulling kink, marking from burns / bites, mentions of m-masturbation, spit kink, ice play, nipple play, handjob, m and f-receiving oral, cock-and-ball torture, forced orgasms, overstimulation, face-sitting, cum-eating, humiliation kink, voyeurism); non-idol!AU - sub!Jungkook x goth, dom!reader + surprise sub!Yoongi at the end; JK's POV ad he's an extra subby pain slut; can be read alone

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“You like fire?”

Fuck, Jeon Jungkook liked anything if his favorite crazy bitch was doing it to him.

“You bring the match and I’ll be the kerosene,” he breathed into her intoxicating kiss.

She laughed and he swallowed it.

His friends had been telling him he had become quite cool these days. He had changed his fashion a bit, going for the heavy black jackets and ripped jeans and old band t-shirts. He used to think he needed to uphold a façade in public, but now he realized that he didn’t care that much. He cared a lot more about how she viewed him. On sore says, Jungkook wore baggy athleisure and made sure his hood was up to hide the marks from his collar.

He was wearing his sweat sets a lot these days.

He pulled away, wanting to look at her again.

They stood facing each other. She grinned. Mischievous, sexy, and an extra psychotic glint in that fashioned heterochromia stare. Left iris covered with a flat white contact. Right iris as real as it got. He bit the side of his lip, feeling his second lip piercing press against his teeth. He had stripped his hoodie off like she asked, leaving him in only his mesh shirt in her cold studio office. The door was locked, leaving him at her mercy.

His nipples hardened as she held up the box of matches.

Who was she?

His lover. His maker. His lifeline. His only reason to exist was to be her sexual punching bag. Fuck doll. Cum dumpster. Whatever she wanted him to be on that day. He could be anything. Better if it was with malice and to his detriment. This wasn’t a game to him anymore. This was everything.

She.

Was.

Everything.

She struck the match against the sandpaper, grinning wider as the flame burst into life.

He could feel the heat against his chin.

The excitement.

The anticipation.

The arousal seizing his blood, searing downward to his cock, making it swell and pulse.

Jungkook used to feel guilty about his fantasies. After all, they were born from despair and a need to be someone he wasn’t. But his past haunted him. His dreams of love had been burned against his will, turned into scorched earth by someone he used to have faith in. He had loved someone will all his heart and she stomped on it, took a shit on it, and threw him away. Cheated on him with multiple partners and laughed in his face. When he left, he vowed to become a different man, but that turned out to be a lot more difficult than he thought. It seemed impossible to escape the constant daily misery. He questioned everything he did, his actions for others marred by her taunts, reminding him he had been so easy to take advantage of, reminding him constantly that he believed in all the wrong things.

Love.

Truth.

Heaven.

But, then, a goth bitch from hell changed everything.

He had to thank Min Yoongi for that.

She brough the flame closer, exhaling so he could feel her hot breath and smell the cinders.

He craved his penance for having faith. He craved to forget. He craved to make the constant loop of self-deprecation stop. It was all a mistake thinking that love couldn’t be foul poison. All snakes concealed themselves in good intentions. He craved to feel something besides the sadness, vowed to replace it with something stronger. Something rawer. Something innate, even more so than that poison called love. He learned it was okay to make mistakes. He learned to be was okay to be fractured, because there was something that could make him whole.

Pain.

Pain made him perfectly, completely, blissfully whole. He adored excruciating pain most of all. The more unavoidable and unbearable, the better.

She struck the flame across his collarbone and he gasped.

The match snuffed out with the speed.

A thin tendril of smoke slithered in the air, indicating the end of the fire, but he could still feel the sting on his skin. The heat had melted the threads of the thin mesh. The glint in her eyes, maniacal. Devouring. Eating up his reaction like it was feast. She flung the used match away and, before it had the chance to hit the floor and snap, he was groaning in agony as her fingers tore at the still-hot burn, the hurt slicing through his body in an erotic shudder.

His shirt ripped.

Jungkook looked down, seeing a red-hot mark on his chest.

If pain was beauty, then she was about to turn him into a pretty, pretty bitch.

His head snapped back up.

The corners of his lips rising, matching her insanity.

Her eyes glowed as she lit another match.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot when you want pain,” she snickered and struck the flame over his chest again.

He moaned, lustful and grateful.

Why should I struggle to find someone to walk through hell with me when I can just find hell and burn in it of my own free will?

He moaned at the pain, shuddering against the wall as she tore his shirt again, exposing the blistered skin. Match. Melt. Nearly burned. Torn away. He could feel the intensity radiating off her gaze, eagerly consuming the marring of his body. Building the hunger. His breathing shallowed as she traced an unlit match against his tense abs, leaning forward. Her lashes lowering, savoring the way his chest rose and fell shakily as he felt that rough pinprick drag across his skin.

Why fade when I can burn?

She raised the matchstick, holding it in his view.

Broke it in half right by her cheek.

He whimpered, longing for the torture. She dropped it, breathing out hotly over his trembling lips. The burns were significant enough to hurt for a couple days, but shallow enough to not leave a permanent mark. Somehow, she knew just the right pressure. His blood boiled. A rehearsed action? Practiced? On who? Then despair bled in. Not him.

He wanted it to be him.

He whimpered, tangling his fingers into the holes of his shirt and tearing at the irritated skin more, pain ricocheting over his nerves, his body screaming at him to stop, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the consequences. He didn’t care what anyone thought. He didn’t care if his body could take it or not. He didn’t care if he bled. He wanted this.

He needed this.

Jungkook used to feel guilty about his fantasies, but the desire to be abused was so much stronger.

She lit another match with a raise of her eyebrow.

Flicked it over his fingertips.

His hand recoiled reflexively and he cursed his body for rejecting the flame. He wanted to cover it with his palm, feel his skin blister as he snuffed out the fire, but she danced the light away from him, shooting it across his left forearm. Instantly, the piercing discomfort made him cry out, and then again the threads were torn, nearly ripping the sleeve clean off. He could almost, almost feel the individual tugs each melted thread, and his eyes rolled back at the thought.

She slapped his arm, right across the singed skin.

His knees buckled in fiery ecstasy.

His hips thrust up and into her crotch. The bulge in his jeans caused the hem of her short skirt to flip upward. He was so hard that it was embarrassing. Deliciously shameful. His cock ached for more. He wore jeans on purpose so he could feel the frustration of the metal zipper struggling to cage him down. He heard the sound of her stepping forward, a weighty clink of chains and heavy sole, and her body practically pinned him to the wall, one of her legs jammed between his. Tilting, making him wince as her thigh collided with his erection, but she didn’t seem to notice or care, cocking her head and leaning back to light another match.

His breathing was so shallow that he was nearly hyperventilating.

Staring at her, wide-eyed and unsatiated.

“The fuck you looking at?” she spat, her lip curling.

Then she grabbed his face with her left hand, forcefully turning it to his right, the matchbox in her palm cutting into his cheek. He gasped at the force, and then froze as he felt blazing heat against his exposed neck, right above his racing pulse.

She leaned forward.

She was crazy.

He loved it.

“You’re so fucked up, Jungkook.”

Yes, he was. He was. Burn me. Burn me, he wanted to scream, but her hand was clamped over his mouth and his entire body was vibrating uncontrollably. The flame right above his neck. The moment must have lasted less than a second but fear and anticipation turned it into another lifetime, suspended in terror before known pain, and then.

A swift, cool puff of air.

The acrid stench of cinders.

Tendrils of smoke swirling around his face.

It took him a moment to realize she had blown out the match but before he could comprehend the despair, she sank her teeth into his neck. He choked behind her hand, mostly from shock, his hands flying up and gripping her waist. The flimsy distressed sweater barely covered her bra, let alone block his hands, and he was able to grip skin-on-skin, digging his nails into her flesh as he moaned behind her hand, flourishing in the anguish, delicious pain radiating from her ravenous mouth biting and breaking blood vessels under his skin, bruising him.

Marking him.

Turning him into her possession once again.

He heard the audible crack of the used match next to his ear. Three of her fingers hooked into his open lips and pressed against his tongue, her almond-shaped nails digging into the wet muscle. He groaned, tasting burned air and iron at the back of his throat. And the pain, the pain. Her mouth moving all over his neck. A necklace of bruises, followed by her drenched tongue creating a thread of saliva to connect them, her spit mixing with his sweat and running down his chest.

Oh, how he wished he could watch himself being abused right now.

Sometimes, that was all Jungkook could think about.

Like an addict chasing for next high, and the next, and the next, never enough. When they couldn’t meet, Jungkook would look at himself in the mirror, naked, and trace the marks she left. On his neck. Over his chest. Decorating his thigh. Along his hip. Purple and red and pink, including those with the nasty green-yellow twinge on the way to recovery. Wanting more. He had scars on his heart, so why not on his body too? That was why he got the tattoos and the piercings. He loved to see her eyes light up when he got a new one, pulling him closer to inspect him, closer to feel her breath on his skin, turned on by his pain.

He even liked knowing he wasn’t her only one.

He would touch himself, running his fingers over the marks, over his hard nipples, imagining any second that she would walk up behind him. Hoped she could witness how greedy he was for the pain. Aching to feel her long fingernails clawing over his chest. Red lines of sin. His own fingers curling inward, attempting to mirror her force, gripping his cock and rubbing the head until it was red and raw, reliving the memories, drowning in them, his black hair falling over his glazed-over eyes, breathless shudders escaping his open mouth, watching his reflection fall apart and wishing she could see it too, waiting for that heterochromatic stare to rise behind his shoulder, one dark eye and one stark white.

Her rough, harsh whisper heating his shoulder.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she growled down at him.

She had grabbed him and thrown him onto her desk, sending pens flying, his back colliding with hard wood and his legs hanging off the side. His torn shirt tore even more. His hands had flown down, gripping the zipper of his jeans and pressing down.

He froze at her command, raising his head slowly, eyes wide.

She forced his knees apart.

He gasped, his swollen cock bulging even against the thick fabric, too hard to be confined. She stepped even closer, her short black pleated skirt bunching up, and she reached down with one hand to blanket it over his crotch, making the tent all the more obvious and contained.

In her other hand, she held a glass full of ice.

So that was what was sitting on the minifridge when he walked in.

She smirked.

A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy.

“You're runnin' hot. Let me help you with that.”

And, even though Jungkook knew it was coming, even though he could see her pick up an ice cube with her fingers, even though his body was aching from bruises and burns, he still nearly screamed when the ice cube was shoved into his hard nipple, shock shooting throughout his nerves at the cold, moaning as she rubbed it back and forth, rapidly melting water mixing with sweat and spit.

He fell back against the desk with a dull thunk, writhing, trying to move away and trying not to move at the same time, his back arching towards it. Sinful pleasure rising to new, uncharted territory. Her low laughter rang throughout the room, swiping the ice cube over one of his fresh burns, and Jungkook bit back a howl, his hands flying up and grasping his hair, pulling at it, adding pain on shock.

Her name dragged out of his throat, desperate and raw.

The melted cube slid off and hit the floor.

Neither of them cared.

“What’s the matter?” Her rough voice was deeper than usual, slipping into her satoori. “Can’t take it?”

She ran another all over his neck and his head hit the desk, ice to bruised skin, freezing his sudden goosebumps, his depraved moan directed to the ceiling. Cold liquid seeped down onto the nape of his neck, into his hair, onto the desk under him, into the remnants of his mesh shirt, and then the ice travelled back down, abusing his other nipple. Hard nub to cold stinging, morphing into wicked pleasure, turning him on so much that it was intolerable.

His hands flew back down to his jeans.

This time she didn’t stop him, grinning, dragging the frozen cube down, down.

Over his tightened core, the melting ice making his cut abs glossy and glistening.

She swept it around his lower belly as he fought his pants, gasping and squirming, his cheeks burning as he realized his boxer briefs were soaked with pre-cum, nearly sobbing as his erection was freed. The heavy, pungent scent of semen hit the air, accompanying the burning smell. His jeans were heavy with his belongings and instantly clunked to the ground. His boxer briefs tangled by his calves, sliding down from her opening his legs wider.

He looked down.

Thick, dark red, his stiff cock sticking upwards.

Begging for it.

He gripped his tense thighs, knowing what was coming and not wanting to stop her.

Her wrist flicked.

The ice cube plopped into her palm and then she gripped his cock, pressing the small hard object into his even harder cock, stroking up and down without hesitation. His head snapped back and he nearly saw stars, his fingernails digging into his thighs, the cold point overcome by her hot hand, shock and pain and pleasure and immoral desires all rolled into one.

She hovered over him, grinning madly from ear-to-ear, delighted by his reaction.

A demon of lust overcome by her power.

The small remainder slipped out of her palm and hit his balls, sliding off with a prickling line of ice-cold water, but Jungkook was trapped by her wild eyes, absorbed by their shared insanity, panting hard, her punishing grip deliberate and intense, his hips bucking to every pump of his cock, his tongue sliding out, tasting the air. Pre-cum, cinders, her bittersweet perfume. Losing himself to the uncontrollable shivers all over his body and the prickling latticework of his nerves attempting to keep up with the piling sensations. Nearly crying when she stopped jacking him off, pulling away so he could see how swollen he had become.

Squatting down.

Her piercing stare above the throbbing, purple-red tip.

The glint in her eye.

Sadistic.

She was so beautiful, just like this.

He heard a clink of the glass touching the floor. Another ice cube appeared in her left hand. Wordlessly, she brought it to his length and pressed it to his hot shaft. Jungkook winced, clawing at the insides of his thighs to stop himself from flinching away from the cold, and then watched in fascination as the veins become more prominent, his length reddening, violently turned on by it, his cock twitching and pulsing, his body too confused on whether to back down or continue being aroused.

The ice cube slipped down, to his balls, and he bit back a yelp, immediately feeling them pull closer to his body, but she gripped his cock again, pumping him hard and fast, smearing freezing circles over his balls at the same time, causing cold water to drip down his legs and onto the floor, the fat droplets creating audible plop, plop, plops.

He couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

So good that he could only moan helplessly and thrust up into her hand. She gripped him, tighter, spitting onto her fingers, slicker, wetter, hot and cold and the unbearable ache between his legs, his shoulder blades pressing into her desk, his spine arched to the brink, begging, pleading, d-don’t s-s-stop, the pitch of her name becoming feverish as the ice slipped and skidded over the floor, but it didn’t matter, didn’t matter because she grabbed his balls instead, wrapping her fingers around them and squeezing.

“H… H-Harder…!”

His hair was stuck to his face, his eyes rolling back, his tongue hanging out of his open mouth, forcibly pushed to orgasm with the punishing clamping of his balls, and it all came down with a crash, the air crushed out of his lungs with a carnal cry, his cock violently jerking, shooting out a stream of thick cum that was quickly covered by her mouth, sucking it off with a lewd slurp. His hips snapped back from the whiplash of overstimulation but there was nowhere to go and he found himself wetly begging, almost sobbing, k-keep going, make me cum a-again, please…!

On the brink of agony and dependent on it.

“Please, don’t s-sto– oh, fuuuuuuuck…!”

Her mouth completely covered him, now two hands on his balls, tugging them in different directions, her knuckles closing in, locking. Pulsating around the delicate skin and sending him into blinding pleasure, on the edge from her wrapped tongue and steady abuse, and somehow she knew the exact amount of cruel pleasure to inflict that was almost, almost too much. Up and down, her punishing tongue pressing him to the roof of her mouth. Down her throat. Tight. Wet. Suffocating. Sucking. Spit leaking out and dripping down to his balls. Sticky, milky from his cum. The head of his cock was so sensitive that he could feel every ridge on the roof of her mouth and the pinch of her slippery throat muscles choking him.

He came so hard that his vision went black.

Hoarsely screaming her name.

She stopped moving her head but sucked him dry, swirling her tongue around and around and around.

His skin burned, his chest tight, his crotch ice cold.

Jungkook blinked hard, trying to come down, mind foggy and hazy from the back-to-back orgasms that had expended his consciousness. Blurred vision, shaking hands, his knees buckling. Coldness. He could hear clunking, sense movement, but his vision was blurred by his own tears, distracted and disoriented by his high.

Then his vision went black again and her bare pussy collided with his open mouth.

He gasped under the unexpected weight, her knees by his head and her hands clutching his hair, pushing the crown of his head back, pressing her wet pussy into his face. Sweet slick smeared onto his lips and slipped down into his mouth, and he was obsessed, possessed, latching on and thrusting his tongue inside, her skirt blanketed over his head. He couldn’t see anything. He didn’t care. She sat on his face, her thighs pressed to his cheeks, and he clawed up his own body, sinking his hands into her soft ass to put more of her weight on him, moaning into her wet folds, covering himself with her juices.

It stuck to his lips, his cheeks, his jaw.

He curled his tongue around her clit and coaxed it with licks, hearing her growl in satisfaction, her grip tightening in his hair. Grinding on his face, smothering him, but he didn’t care, wanted it, needed it, licking, sucking, drinking down her slick, straining his neck to close his lips around that elusive bundle of nerves and making it his.

Hard, primal exhales up above, riding his face and chasing the high.

“You’re such a pain slut.”

A man’s voice.

Raspy and smokey.

Amused.

Jungkook became highly aware that he was mostly naked, legs trembling from tension, spent cock bouncing in the air. On his back and pinned to a desk with pussy molded to his mouth, half-crushed by being sat on, his face covered by a short skirt and his hands molded to the juicy curve of her ass.

And he liked it.

No.

He loved it.

He ached for it.

He made an effort to be more noisy, more obvious, licking and sucking, his wanton moans muffled in his chest, rolling his body up into hers, earning another tug at his hair and a dark laugh some ways away, the Daegu satoori slipping out due to arousal.

“Yeah? You like me watching?”

She snickered, wicked and husky from approaching orgasm.

“Of course. He’s a fuckin’ freak just like you, Yoongi.”

He could hear the heavy tap, tap of boots. He felt her arch, a soft moan emitting from her lips, and he whined under her as her pussy spasmed and spilled onto his chin, her taste becoming sweeter, less viscous, stark. He sucked it all up, noisily, his forehead damp with sweat, but not stopping, running his tongue up and down her slit, shoving his tongue into her pulsing hole.

“Listen to him. He’s so desperate to make you cum in front of me,” the low, deep voice of Min Yoongi hummed. “You really gonna show me that face while he’s doing dirty things to you?”

Her teasing voice was daring, cold.

“Yeah, I am.”

Jungkook couldn’t see and could barely breathe, but he could hear just fine.

“Come here, then. Take out your dick. Prove to me that you aren’t hard.”

She curved her hips and Jungkook released the strain on his neck, gulping down a sticky, much-needed breath, and then he had to blink hard as light suddenly flooded his vision. Something brushed up against his upper arm. Rustling fabric. He heard a wispy sigh, and looked up to see the dark, cat-like eyes of Min Yoongi narrowed down at him, framed by long strands of black hair.

Jungkook stared right back and pressed his lips to her clit, making her moan with his tongue, her cum seeping down his neck.

Another stare joined Yoongi’s. One dark iris, real. One fake iris, vivid white. She grinned, sending another flare of wicked want through him, acutely aware of the indecent position he was in. A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy. Her left hand gripped her skirt, bunching it at her waist, and the other was on the desk, allowing her to hunch over him.

She licked her teeth.

Carnivorous.

“Guess what, Jungkook?”

His eyes widened as he felt fabric slide down past his arm.

“Yoongi’s hard watching you eat me out.”

There was the audible slap next to his head, right onto her thigh. She rolled her hips into his mouth, and he opened up, sucking on her clit as he heard a soft hiss, seeing the shoulder of Yoongi’s black long sleeve move. Hearing the back-and-forth slaps. Smelling the scent of pre-cum once again, but someone else’s, smearing right onto her quivering thigh next to his head.

Yoongi’s gaze sharpened, biting his lower lip, fixated on her clean-shaven mound rocking onto Jungkook’s needy and willing mouth.

“Makes you fuckin’ hard watching him between my legs, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook whined at her icy, heated tone.

The older male’s breathing was growing thin, the repeated noise of hand on flesh getting faster, louder.

“S… Shut up…”

Her hand hooked around Yoongi’s head and she dragged him to her face by his hair. There was a flash of shared gaze and Jungkook saw it – desire clouded by sin, an insatiable hunger for pain – and he witnessed Yoongi moaning into her face, succumbing to her brutal kiss, her hips picking up the pace as they made contact, prompting him to suck harder and lick faster.

Close.

Jungkook could now barely see the angry red head of Yoongi’s cock slipping in and out of focus, a peripheral blur from that strong pale hand wrapped around it.

Close.

His legs shook, threatening to give up on him.

There.

His eyes shut tightly as her hips flinched and she snarled, vicious and guttural in her chest. Heady and sweet cum flooding his mouth, over his chin, stifled moan bubbling in his throat as he tipped his head down and hungrily lapped it all up, covering his nose with her orgasm. Thrusting his tongue into her throbbing, shivering hole. Swallowing as much as he could, and then he felt the sudden hot, dripping stream of thick semen painting his forehead, a streak of Yoongi’s scent painted onto him, and then another, dripping down her thigh and into Jungkook’s sweat-soaked hair.

It was so wrong.

It was heaven.

The ache in his core pulsated, devastatingly turned on by the defilement.

She got off him and now Jungkook could finally breathe, but his surroundings were a blur. The sudden oxygen flooding his brain left him out of touch with reality, still drunk on lust, pain, and near erotic asphyxiation. Wet. Warm. He melted in her hands as she licked off his face, hot tongue slurping off his hyung’s cum and leaving sloppy kisses along his temples. He trembled, teeming with past sensations. His body sore and sticky with various fluids, his and hers and his, and this was it, this was everything he wanted, fashioning his new self from his guilty, masochistic fantasies.

Feeling truly, blissfully, painfully alive.

Yoongi was breathing hard, holding something out to him.

A black leather collar with a silver chain wrapped around his hand.

“You want yours?”

Yes.

Yes, he did.

Jungkook reached out and grasped his collar tightly. Brain muddled. Body electrified from willfully inflicted agony and the voracious want for more. More. Those dark cat-like eyes narrowed. Deep voice dropping to a wary rasp.

“Careful, or the headspace will possess you and take over your life,” Yoongi warned.

Too late.

Too fucking late.

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masterpost

[marziemoo]

there's nothing left to keep me here, no memories to pack!

with a half a can of kerosene and a match to set the tone

the casi-no burned behind me

and I'll never go mar-ching home

[theimpossiblescheme]

faith, hope, and glory - a playlist for jemima and electra (for @the-cat-at-the-theatre-door)

lately - vashti bunyan | breathing - kate bush | mine eyes -switchblade symphony | dark chest of wonders - nightwish | for phoebe still a baby - cocteau twins| mars - pollyanna | green garden - laura mvula | the seed - aurora | a dark place for somewhere beautiful - nova twins | teardrop - massive attack | beetle’s nest - japanese breakfast | pink (freak) - elliot lee | pitch or honey - neko case | kerosene - crystal castles | sounds of freedom - within temptation | sparks - faith and the muse | this city is a graveyard - baby storme | sleeping giants - the crane wives | fireflies - chris garneau | pure imagination - fiona apple | pangea girls (magical feeling) - candy claws | tell me - corinne bailey rae | if we hold on together - diana ross | precious and perfect - sports bra | zephyrus - the oh hellos (X)

[kerosene-n-gasoline]

Open rp!!

Kerosene angst - tw mentions of fire and burning

[it’s hot. Too hot. It’s that sticky and humid weather that makes your skin crawl like bugs are trapped under your skin and arw writhing around, wanting to be set free.]

[It’s absolute hell on earth for Kerosene. The poor thing can’t deal with the feeling. Sure, they can’t completely feel it, but he does, he’s all too aware of the blaring heat of the sun against him. He knows just how disgustingly cloying the air feels around him, suffocating and choking.]

[he’s had to find a spot in the shade, away from everyone else of course, and has curled up into a small ball against the wall, boiler suit unzipped around his waist to help cool off, discoloured and marred flesh of his shoulders and arms on show for any unlucky passerby.]

[he can barely breathe, the gas mask isn’t helping him at all, if anything it’s just in the way, sticking to his numbed and sticky skin, overwhelming and yet nothing all at once.]

[he can smell something burning. He hopes it’s just something in the mess hall gone wrong, it can’t be him. No. No. He’s alright, there’s nothing on fire.]

[oh god. He can smell the accelerants now. it’s all over his skin, sticking to his clothes and soaking into him. Fuck. Fuck. No. He’s okay, it’s just sweat, it’s sweat. He’s okay. Nothing is wrong.]

[starstruckxstray]

Hours spent hunched over broken, stained floorboards. Even kneeling onto worn neglect she worked ever so carefully, placing cut pieces of newspaper; mundane and forgotten by the rest of the world, but so vital in her time of need.

Her teeth snaps off the last piece of old tape and sets the final "feather" on the bent wire frame. A soft exhale of satisfaction lifted her spirit, her gaze studied the reward of her labor.

Wings.

Roughly crafted with objects abandoned on littered streets, but the key for brief escape.

Gingerly her claws picked up the makeshift wings. She turned towards the stained, graffiti marred brick wall. Her chest puffed out in pride. Her arms lifted with smooth grace. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her chest.

There, in the forsaken crimson light, she saw her shadow bearing wings.

Angel wings!

Her heart raced, a shot of adrenaline rushed through her veins.

Worry dropped into her stomach like a heavy weight as she watched one paper feather fall away. Several gave way almost immediately. Her worry slid into despair. The brief fantasy died, swallowed by crushing reality.

Kerosene stared at the floor, now littered with curled newspaper and long-spent tape.

There were no words, no sigh of exasperation. Not even a fractured thought.

She sank to her knees once more, this time her face in her hands. That vile daylight burned like acid to her skin now.

[klimkovsky]

Awaiting the first launch of Blue Origin’s New Glenn rocket

Blue Origin is a direct and perhaps the closest competitor to SpaceX. Its founder, Jeff Bezos (Jeffrey Preston “Jeff” Bezos), better known as the founder and owner of Amazon, as well as the head of the Washington Post publishing house, was the richest man on the planet for several years, and only a couple of years ago he gave up his place in this rating to Elon Musk. Almost simultaneously with Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos assessed the prospects of the private sector in American and world cosmonautics, and began to actively invest in this industry — he created an aerospace company, whose name for many years was associated only with commercial suborbital jumps to the edge of the earth’s atmosphere — an attraction for the rich. But in parallel with this, a heavy-class carrier was being developed, strategically aimed at reusability.

This development has been delayed. The launch of the New Glenn rocket (named after the first American astronaut to make the first orbital flight, John Glenn) has been expected for many years. Its creation began more than 10 years ago, but since then the dates for demonstrating at least something have only been postponed. Contracts were even signed for the launch of payloads, but most of them were terminated due to the unreadiness of the carrier, or postponed indefinitely. For example, in 2021, New Glenn was supposed to deliver a research station to the Moon, and in 2023, send another rover to Mars. Most of the failed Blue Origin contracts went to (it’s not hard to guess who) SpaceX. It’s gotten ridiculous — like SpaceX, Blue Origin aims to create its own satellite constellation for broadband Internet access around the world (this is the so-called Project Kuiper — an analogue of the Starlink system), and the New Glenn rocket was primarily developed for this project, but the first devices of Jeff Bezos’ satellite constellation were launched into orbit by Elon Musk’s Falcon 9 carriers.

The delay in the development of New Glenn is largely due to problems in the development of BE-4 engines. These are innovative engines on a Methane-Oxygen fuel pair. Elon Musk preferred Kerosene-Oxygen fuel for his workhorse Falcon 9 and was right. Despite the promising benefit of using methane, the technology of methane engines is still only being researched. But Bezos decided not to waste time on temporary solutions and ended up getting stuck at the development and testing stage, which also let down industry partners — the American space giant ULA (United Launch Alliance), whose Vulcan rocket (which replaced the Atlas-5 launch vehicle, which used Russian RD-180 engines) also could not put anything into orbit for several years, since there were no BE-4 engines for it. And most of ULA’s contracts also went to SpaceX.

But now the engines are ready, and even Vulcan has already launched a couple of times. But New Glenn still couldn’t take off — apparently, the development was stuck on something else besides the engines. At the end of 2024, the stumbling block was the launch permit from the FAA, which had previously passionately slowed down test flights of the Starship system from SpaceX, but now it seems the American regulator has a new passion.

However, permission has already been received — in the first days of the new year 2025. Fire tests of the carrier, which has been on the launch pad at Cape Canaveral for many days, have been conducted. The launch may occur in the very near future, but not earlier than January 10.

This will be a demonstration flight, during which a demo version of the orbital tug “Blue Ring Pathfinder” will appear in space, which will not even separate from the second stage — it will be deorbited (submerged) together with it. Orbital tugs are a relatively new direction in space technology. The cost of launches is rapidly falling. And the cost of the payload is still quite high. For example, launching into orbit can cost from 50 to 100 million dollars, but the device itself can cost a billion. Its service life is limited by the wear of solar panels or the supply of fuel for correction and raising the orbit. What if it was possible to refuel a satellite worth a billion for 100 million dollars or transfer it to another orbit, replace a number of components right in orbit, or even deorbit it — with the help of a special satellite — a tug? Previously, this was not thought about. Of course, the Space Shuttle system sometimes solved such problems, but now it is gone, and there are satellites waiting for servicing in orbit. New players in the space technology market are also trying to fill this niche with their developments. Blue Origin is also developing tugs. “Blue Ring Pathfinder” is their brainchild. It turns out that in the upcoming flight we will see a demonstration of two promising technologies at once.

Blue Ring — a space tug from Blue Origin

Source: Universe and Human

Author: Andrey Klimkovsky

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Vanderpump Villa Season 2 is…well it certainly is a show that got produced

Hagen is the best, give that twink a podcast mic

Stassi was an obvious bandaid that couldn’t ever hope to stop this show from hemorrhaging out on the Italian dirt

The editing is fucking awful, it honestly feels like they filmed all summer and had NOTHING to make a compelling show. These people are godawful and have zero redeeming qualities or entertainment value

Siadi and Aiden being allowed to corner and isolate women without production interfering is fucking disgusting. But Lisa loves to shelter and defend sexual predators

Dianna had no business being on this show. My girl had the self esteem of a greasy paper plate and you let her get gaslit and verbally abused by Siadi for what? For fucking what?

Hannah also looks like she has hydrocephalus. Girl what is wrong with your bulbous Mars Attacks lookin ass noggin? You taking HGH? Huffing kerosene? What is going on?

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RESERVAS DE FACE CLAIM

ACTUALIZACIÓN: 15/08.

01 HRS SAO PAULO, BRASIL

Agostina Goñi —Bunnie

Ahn Bo Hyun—Delta

Alex Mandon Rey—blue

Alicia Bercan—mariposa

Andrea Faccio—Italini

An Yu-jin — Minnt

Annie Schröter —sunflowergalaxy

Anselmo Prestini - Muffin

Anouchka Gauthier—Diosa

Ashley Marie Dickerson—fluffy

Arielle Chartrand—rorie

Bach Buquen —Betty

Bae Jin Young —babyGrl

Barbara Palvin—Frutilla

Belle Delphine —AquaBuyer

Bertug Altan - Dean

Bridget Satterlee—Boo

Camilla Cabello—Patata

Camille Pidoux —Juliette

Camryn Cangas—Samurai

Candella Gallo—Selket

Cha Eun Woo—Tremor

Charlie Schroeder —PHDP

Charleen Weiss — Stardust

Charly Jordan—flameshh

Christian Hogue—Banana

Christian Locke - LondonBoy

Christina Nadin—Killerqueen

Crystal Bellotti - Zai

Choi Soo Bin - Law

Choi Yeon Jun — Marina

Cole Sprouse —snow

Corinna Kopf - buffay

Damian Hardung —Wolf

Damiano David—chaotic

Daniel Illescas— Neon

Darwin Gray—Sunflower

Dasha Taran —Remember

Davide Vavalà —Jaws

Daisy Keech - Kerosene

Dekota Thompson—Caleidoscopio

Deva Cassell—blueberry

Diana Avel—cerise

Drew Baker —Coca-cola

Dove Cameron—Frambuesa

Eduard Torres—Kid

Ella Cervetto—Bloom

Emilia Mernes—Pokemaniaca

Emily Rudd — Nina

Ergi Bardhollari—Rojita

Erand Arifi — Supernova

Ester Expósito —Mermaid

Froy Gutierrez —Sugar

Hailey Bieber—Mía

Hansol Vernon Chwe—tamalito

Hande Erçel - Pez Dorado

Havanna Winter —Fairy

Holly Jai—August

Hwang Hyunjin —bubbletea

Ida Zeille —Lou

Isabel Van Gelder—Betty

Isabelle Matthers—Pink

Jacob Elordi—icequeen

Jacob Rott — Apple

Janis Danner—Triangle

Jang Won-young — Ninin

Jeon Jungkook — euphoria

Joshua Paine —Waves

Josie Lane—Rueth

Jonas Kautenburguer — Stardust

Jung Sungchan —Kaiju

Kate Li —flameshh

Karolis Inokaitis - hana

Kaden Hammond - Leviatán

Kenan Duman—rhcp

Kendall Jenner—vainilla

Kennedy Walsh—chaotic

Kiana Davis — Flora

Kim Mingyu — lalali

Kim Jennie — Harmony

Kim Seok-woo (Rowoon) —crocket

Kim Taehyung (V) —Wotteo

Kit Harington - Cardigan

Kristen Hancher—Frutitas

Lalisa Manoban—Animaloide69

Leah Halton—CopitoLee

Dong-hyuk (Haechan) —KaijuLee

Min-ho (Lee know)—sugarushrush

Lee Felix—tostadita

Liam Fitzgerald — Krampus

Lidia Santana—Antares

Lily Easton—Pimpim

Linuschka — Ritsu

Liza Wdmn—Bloom

Lolalolita—huf

Lorenzo Zurzolo—Sunflower

Loreto Peralta —Red

Louis Darcis—Oblivion

Lucky Blue Smith —Lover

Madison Beer—Abejita

Maggie lindemann — Coliflor

Madisyn Mencha —sweetpea

Maja Kravarusic—Loveme

Mara Lafontan—Maracuyá

Margarida Corceiro —Lou

Marissa Long —Lasso

Matthew Giovanni Laureano —Shibuya

Matthew Noszka — Redemption

Mark Lee—Vermithor

Melisa Döngel — Sunflower

Millie Leer—Chappell

Milana Vino — Mitik

Michael Yerger —Leviathan

Moritz Hau—Mister

Nailea Devora—Betty

Neels Visser—Awesome

Nicha Yontararak (Minnie)—Fanta

Nicole Wallace—cheesecake

Niklas Rueth—Tobby

Nils Kuesel—Copito

Nina Laura—Seasmoke

Ning Yi Zhuo (Ningning)— Disaster

Nolwenn Faijean—loveaffair

Olivia Phillips—Bloom

Omer Nudelman—Arenita

Park Solomon —fairyofshampoo

Paola Cossentino—ivory

Paolo Faccio—Soulmate

Park Wonbin (riize) — sunflower

Rashan MH—Mar

Rob Knighton—Stinson

Romaneinnc—rorie

Ryan Manick—Leprechaun

Sabrina Carpenter—Afterlife

Sara Crumbeleg —Maroon

Sara Fructuoso — Syrax

Saige peterson - Romeo

Seray Öztek—Pandita

Shawn Mendes —Stargazer

Sienna Schmidt—andy04

Sille Staunstrup—Luna

Song Kang—Hammer

Stefan Petrov—Nomando

Sydney Melman—Samurai

Scott Morton — Fae

Taylor Hill —Max

Timothée Chalamet—timburton

Tobias Reuter—Tristeza

Tom Webb - Emociones

Valentina Kumer - loveaffair

Victor Pérez—blue

Vinnie Hacker—Ultimate

Vivian Bernard —Star

Xavier Serrano—Brilliant

Yael Shelbia—Sunfire

Yoo In —Soo—Baby

Yoo Ji-Min (Karina)—Kaiju

Yoon Jeonghan—Versace

Zane Phillips—Piña

Zhang Renlin—garden

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Shower thoughts on power generation

Starting assumptions:

The current generation of Small Modular Reactors has never been small enough to containerize, but there are small thermoelectric containerizable power plants without proliferation concerns: see the Mars rovers

Gigascale nuclear is still cheaper per MWh than SMR

But solar and wind are cheaper than gigascale nuclear

But solar and wind aren't 100% availability

Batteries are somewhat expensive

Flywheels are already containerized (see Kodiak, Alaska)

Terraform Industries would be stupid if their plants weren't containerized, and they don't seem stupid. Their rollout starts in 2024.

Carbon-neutral and carbon-negative don't mean "no carbon-based fuels"; just "no fossil fuels".

How do I see the near future playing out, say by 2050?

Containerized nuclear thermoelectric batteries are used for low-load low-sunlight high-impact postings, as a form of set-and-forget critical infrastructure. This is the most-wishful item on my list.

Maybe there's some geothermal in the mix, but it remains high cost to site and construct relative to other forms of power, and has limited geographic availability.

Gigascale nuclear gets built when your consumption density is higher than available solar/wind generation density, so long as it remains infeasible to build new long-distance power transmission lines.

Solar/wind fields power containerized electricity-to-CH4 plants as a source of carbon for carboniferous fuels. This fuels non-electrified mobile sources and, directly fuels demand-responsive gas turbines for The Grid when the sun don't shine/the wind don't blow. Your renewables overproduce electricity, beyond what The Grid needs? Make CH4. Don't want to deal with permitting for a thousand-mile-long transmission pipeline? Don't. Colocate CH4 generation with CH4 use.

Need a microgrid for a Burning Man, a FEMA camp, or Palestine? Unload a containerized 1MWh solar/flywheel/battery/CH4 setup, with 5 acres' worth of containerized solar panels to back it up. Knock out the temporary panels on the containers and convert them to modular buildings. Need more MWh? More containers, more acres. Or just truck in a couple tankers of methane and a generator.

Applications requiring high energy density switch to CH4, or use the cheapest solar/wind electricity to turn CH4 to propane/kerosene/gasoline as needed. Aircraft and many ground vehicles will still emit CO2, but it's CO2 that was sucked from the sky: Net Zero is achieved.

Net CO2 reduction comes from diverting air-sourced carbon to fixation: plastics, paints, asphalt, concrete, diamonds.

The Haber-Bosch process uses air-sourced hydrogen or desalination-sourced hydrogen instead of fossil hydrogen to make ammonia.

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yes, sorry, lots to look at, but i’ve prepped all my refs for art fight !!! my username is glovelylovely!!!

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Mars , Venus

aries/shook cut

taurus/deepest diamond

gemini/sky holla

cancer/heartless piano

leo/burned noise

virgo/kerosene wind

libra/twilight dude

scorpio/rain tease

sagittarius/deluded sucker

capricorn/fashion potato

aquarius/insane hunger

pisces/world remedy

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The Secret Ingredient in SpaceX’s Rockets: It’s Not Rocket Fuel

Elon Musk has a knack for the unconventional. Remember the Tesla Cybertruck that rolled onto stage looking like a stainless-steel origami masterpiece? Or the Boring Company tunnelling under Los Angeles for a supersonic Hyperloop taxi? It's safe to say, the man likes to shake things up.

So, it’s no surprise that even with SpaceX, his rocket company revolutionizing spaceflight, the magic isn’t just about the fiery roar of launch fuel. In fact, the real SpaceX’s Secret Ingredient rockets might surprise you: it’s not rocket fuel.

What’s the True Driver of SpaceX’s Success?

While liquid oxygen and kerosene certainly play a critical role in blasting Falcon 9s and Heavy Dragons skyward, they’re merely the stage actors in a much bigger play. The true star of the show? Iteration. Yes, that seemingly mundane business term – testing, failing, iterating, improving – is the fuel that propels SpaceX’s relentless advancement.

Unlike competitors stuck in the slow waltz of traditional aerospace development, SpaceX embraces a breakneck foxtrot of rapid prototyping. Think Grasshopper, the squat, grasshopper-legged beast that hopped and tumbled its way towards reusability, paving the path for the graceful landings of Falcon 9 boosters today. 

Then there’s Starhopper, the stainless-steel behemoth that danced skyward in experimental hops, paving the way for the Starship, a spacecraft aiming for Mars. These aren’t mere test flights; they’re learning labs, each stumble feeding invaluable data into the next iteration.

Falling to Fly Better

The benefits of this relentless waltz are manifold. Costs plummet. Flaws are identified and fixed early, before they inflate into expensive overhauls. Innovation, fueled by constant experimentation, becomes the norm, not the exception.

It’s this nimble dance that allowed SpaceX to achieve the seemingly impossible: reusable rockets, a feat long relegated to science fiction. And it’s the same dance that propels their Starlink constellation, thousands of satellites strong, towards blanketing the globe with high-speed internet.

Falcon 9’s Dance with the Earth, Powered by Iteration

Take the Falcon 9. Its reusability, a cornerstone of SpaceX’s affordability, wasn’t a one-step leap. It was a tango of over 20 Falcon 9 versions, each iteration building on the lessons learned from the fiery demise of its predecessors. The first barely made it off the pad, while the latest gracefully land on drone ships like seasoned astronauts. It’s a testament to the power of falling fast and learning even faster.

Similarly, Starlink wouldn’t exist without the iterative salsa of test satellites launched throughout 2019 and 2020. Each iteration refined the design, mitigated risk, and ultimately allowed for the unprecedented deployment of thousands of satellites in under two years. It’s a feat that would bring traditional aerospace companies to their knees, their ways ill-equipped for the new space age.

A Galaxy of Satellites

But iteration isn’t just a SpaceX quirk. It’s a ripple effect spreading across industries. Startups are embracing rapid prototyping, testing their ideas in the real world, not sterile boardrooms. Even established giants are taking notice, realizing that the age of the slow, calculated waltz is giving way to the era of the dynamic, adaptive foxtrot.

Beyond SpaceX: The Infectious Beat of Iteration

Of course, this isn’t a one-size-fits-all solution. Iteration demands agility, a tolerance for risk, and an ability to learn from failure. It’s not for the faint of heart, not for those who cling to the comfort of rigid plans and calculated steps. But for those willing to embrace the messy, exhilarating process of constant learning, the rewards are immense.

Why Traditional Aerospace Needs a New Rhythm?

The traditional approach to aerospace, with its emphasis on thorough planning and slow, deliberate development, simply can’t keep up with the rapid pace of innovation driven by iteration. Think of it as trying to tango in ballet shoes – the fluidity and agility required are simply incompatible.

Embracing Risk and Learning from Every Stumble

Iteration thrives on a willingness to take risks, to embrace failure as a learning opportunity rather than a crippling setback. SpaceX understands that not every prototype will soar; some will inevitably stumble and crash. But each of these stumbles provides valuable data and insights, propelling the next iteration closer to success.

This iterative approach isn’t just transforming spaceflight. It’s spreading its infectious beat across a range of industries, from biotechnology to software development. Companies are realizing that embracing rapid prototyping, testing, and iterating can lead to faster innovation, improved products, and a more competitive edge.

So, the next time you face a seemingly insurmountable challenge, remember SpaceX’s secret ingredient. Ditch the slow waltz of hesitation and embrace the messy, dynamic dance of constant learning and improvement.

Start small, experiment often, and don’t be afraid to stumble!

Discover how iterative innovation is shaping the future—read more on IMPAAKT!

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They Had NO Tech, But Still Kept Trains Running Smoothly

Mar 2, 2025 Step Back in Time! See How Trains Were Run Over 100 Years Ago. Flags, kerosene lamps, crank telephones, and telegraphs—no high-tech gadgets, just pure railway mastery! Discover the fascinating world of old-school train operations at the Norwegian Railway Museum’s narrow-gauge railway. Watch as we follow the exact procedures your grandfather and great-grandfather used to keep trains running safely and on time. We had a blast filming this, and we hope you enjoy it just as much! This is a re-release of a video originally made in 2017—don’t miss this time-traveling adventure!

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I'm a firm believer that one of the best gifts we give is great music! With that in mind, here's a playlist containing one song from each of the songwriters who've moved me most – and made me want to became (and later, remain) a writer myself. Happy listening, and Merry Christmas!

2019 – Tal Wilkenfeld – Killing Me 2018 – Liz Brasher – Blood of the Lamb 2017 – John Smith – Joanna 2017 – Scott Cook – Further Down the Line 2016 – John Paul White – The Martyr 2016 – Agnes Obel – Familiar 2016 – Leonard Cohen – You Want It Darker 2016 – Laura Gibson – Empire Builder 2015 – Eivør – Í Tokuni 2015 – Colter Wall – Sleeping on the Blacktop 2015 – Jack Marks – Wicked Moon 2015 – Andrew Combs – Rainy Day Song 2015 – Gill Landry – Funeral in My Heart 2014 – Ben Howard – Rivers in Your Mouth 2013 – X Ambassadors [Sam Nelson] – Unconsolable 2013 – Sarah Jarosz – Build Me Up From Bones 2012 – Cold Specks [Ladan Hussein] – Holland 2012 – Moulettes [Hannah Miller] – Uca's Dance 2012 – Jesca Hoop – D.N.R 2012 – Rachel Sermanni – The Fog 2012 – Cory Branan – The Corner 2011 – Brian Martin – Kerosene Dream 2011 – Whitehorse [Luke Doucet / Melissa McClelland] – Emerald Isle 2011 – Ben Caplan – Southbound 2010 – Basia Bulat – Heart of My Own 2010 – Jonathan Byrd – I Was an Oak Tree 2010 – Jack Hardy – Rust Belt Town 2010 – Gareth Liddiard – Strange Tourist 2010 – Audra Mae – The River 2009 – Jeff Lang – Edge of the Light 2008 – Fleet Foxes [Robin Pecknold] – Tiger Mountain Peasant Song 2008 – Boiled in Lead [Todd Menton] – Silver Carp 2008 – Blitzen Trapper [Eric Earley] – Furr 2007 – Mariee Sioux – Bravitzlana Rubakalva 2007 – Andrew Bird – Imitosis 2006 – Kris Kristofferson – Pilgrim's Progress 2006 – Suzanna Choffel – The Challenge 2006 – Alela Diane – The Rifle 2005 – Matisyahu [Matthew Miller] – Aish Tamid 2005 – Danny Schmidt – This Too Shall Pass 2005 – Malcolm Holcombe – Cathy's Creek 2005 – Dead Can Dance [Brendan Perry] – Crescent 2004 – Wovenhand [David Eugene Edwards] – The Speaking Hands 2004 – Anaïs Mitchell – Before the Eyes of Storytelling Girls 2003 – Daniel Lanois – Sometimes 2001 – Kelly Joe Phelps – Beggar's Oil 2001 – Bonnie "Prince" Billy [Will Oldham] – Grand Dark Feeling of Emptiness 2000 – Emmylou Harris – Michelangelo 2000 – Bob Dylan – Things Have Changed 2000 – Arlene Bishop – 98 Points 1999 – Tom Waits – Take It With Me 1999 – David Francey – Torn Screen Door 1998 – Michael Troy – Talk Radio 1998 – Hugh Blumenfeld – Hands & Feet 1996 – Martin Sexton – Glory Bound 1994 – Garnet Rogers – Summer Lightning 1993 – Geoffrey Oryema – Nomad 1992 – Suzanne Vega – In Liverpool 1992 – Mark Heard – Another Day in Limbo 1991 – Mickey Newbury – Just Dropped In / Wish I Was 1990 – Slaid Cleaves – All That Matters 1989 – Bob Franke – A Still, Small Voice 1981 – Stan Rogers – Northwest Passage 1971 – Hoyt Axton – The Devil 1971 – David Bowie – Life on Mars 1970 – Exuma [Tony McKay] – Exuma, The Obeah Man 1969 – Townes Van Zandt – Lungs 1966 – Simon & Garfunkel – The Sound of Silence 1965 – Jackson C. Frank – I Want to Be Alone (Dialogue)