#nowhere to run

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[the-californicationist]

stuck in the house until thursday due to snow-pocalypse. my to-do list now consists of two things: (1) eat my way through the leftovers and (2) write until my frozen little fingers fall off.

[littleplasticthings]

Nowhere to run to baby, nowhere to hide

[stottlemorgan]

Currently thinking thoughts about 80s/90s Ted Levine

Such a blond baby, sweetheart, cutie-

[nitalvx666]

just some gifs from the movie nowhere to run with Ted Levine. I think he really did an amazing work in this one. 😎🃏✨🪄

[yoakenouta]

@dnangelic replied:

(startles) (mouth full of pudding) (sweats and starts to circle around) (can’t decide on a direction) (mouth still full of pudding)

ㅤㅤNO way. Surely, Daisuke wouldn't do such a heinous thing to him ... right ? " ... Whatcha eating there ? "

[ultimatevocalsonicsongtournament]

ROUND 1 - Pool #60

His World vs. Nowhere to Run

Reblog to help expand this blog's visibility so that we have more voters!

Listen to them in the following links:

His World

Nowhere to Run

Lyrics below!

His World

Come on and light the fuse; he's a rocket, and he's ready to go 'Cause now the countdown has started, and he's ready to blow He's got the dope sounds bumpin' and in stereo (-eo!) Kickin' ass fast, puttin' on a show Go on and get yourself together, there's no time to rest And if you put the time in, he'll put you to the test He's like the runnin' man; in his world, more is less And if you wanna test him, best bring your best Don't make me spell it out, bring your best! In this world (His world!) Where life is strong In this world (His world!) Life's an open book In this world (His world!) Where compromise does not exist In his world of worlds, every step meets the risk! In this world (His world!) Where one is all In this world (His world!) Never fear the fall In this world (His world!) Where compromise does not exist In his world of worlds, every step meets the risk! Runnin' it back again, well, whaddya expect? Comin' out to win ten outta ten, got a real rough neck Spikes up his liberty and straps on his shoes 'Cause he's the best there ever was, haven't ya heard the news? Intergalactic continental champ runnin' things Hyperactive instrumental in pulling strings He is the one who understands when the tides will swing So he's breakin' down doors, never followin' Come on and psyche yourself up, 'cause it's time to play Bounce to the beats and the rhymes, 'cause they're here to stay The one and only marathon man, livin' the day Rollin' up, comin' fast, and he'll blow you away Because the pressures of this world, they can take their toll And it's tough to get away when they take a hold The only way to break free is to break the mold He can't stop now, lock and load Don't stop now; come on, rock 'n' roll! In this world (His world!) (Gotta make your own way!) Where life is strong In this world (His world!) (Life is just a game you play!) Life's an open book In this world (His world!) (Nothing's forever here to stay!) Where compromise does not exist In his world of worlds, every step meets the risk! In this world (His world!) (Gotta make your own way!) Where one is all In this world (His world!) (Life is just a game you play!) Never fear the fall In this world (His world!) (Nothing's forever here to stay!) Where compromise does not exist In his world of worlds, every step meets the risk! Light the fuse on his rocket, and he's ready to go 'Cause now the countdown has started, and it's ready to blow (In his world) (Where one is all!) Intergalactic continental champ runnin' things Hyperactive instrumental in pulling strings (In his world) (Never fear the fall!) (In his world) The only way to break free is to break the mold He can't stop now, lock and load (His world!) I said he can't stop now, lock and load (His world!) Don't stop now; come on and rock 'n' roll!

Nowhere to Run

All my anxiety Now is taking control of me I'm holding onto every little bit of hope Got a feeling you are near Somewhere here in the atmosphere I can't escape, there's nowhere left for me to hide Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Destiny will vanish forever Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Oblivion is coming forever All my anxiety Now is taking control of me I'm holding onto every little bit of hope Feel it taking control of me I'm holding onto every little bit of hope… Somewhere here in the atmosphere I can't escape from this reality

[kdo-three]

Martha and The Vandellas - Nowhere to Run (Stereo) (1965) Holland - Dozier - Holland (Brian Holland / Lamont Dozier / Edward Holland, Jr.) from: “Dance Party” (LP) "Nowhere to Run" / "Motoring" (Single)

Motown | R&B

FLAC File @Archive (left click = play) (953kbps) (Size: 20MB)

Personnel: Martha Reeves: Lead Vocals Rosalind Ashford: Backing Vocals Betty Kelly: Backing Vocals

Instrumentation by The Funk Brothers: James Jamerson: Bass Robert White: Guitar Eddie Willis: Guitar Earl Van Dyke: Electric Piano Jack Ashford: Percussion / Tambourine / Vibes Ivy Jo Hunter: Percussion (Snow Chains) Richard “Pistol” Allen: Drums

Produced by Lamont Dozier / Brian Holland

Recorded: @ Hitsville USA (Studio A) in Detroit, Michigan USA 1964

Single Released: on February 5, 1965 Gordy Records

Album Released: on April 12, 1965 Gordy Records

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Nowhere to Run - Martha and the Vandellas

[veevadoovee]

First Meeting

[thesoulspulse]

Great news everyone! I finally got a ton of my original art project files back recently which means I can at long last resume a bunch of them I was working on before my laptop crashed. And to celebrate this I thought I'd ask you, my followers, what you'd like to see artwork for next!

[missathlete31]

Hi! I just wanted to tell you how much I love your story "Nowhere To Run"! It's really hard to read it (especially because I love Mav the most😅), but the whole plot is very believable and just keeps your attention. If you decide to continue it someday, I would be thrilled to read it! It may seem foolish😅, but I hope that everyone will eventually have their happy ending. (But I'll be pleased with whatever you decide!)

First off- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS MESSAGE! It's no secret that I have had a lot of challenges with writing (I play the comparison game way too much and have absolutely zero confidence), so hearing your kind words and thoughts really mean the world! So thank you!

Oh Nowhere to Run, the first real story I wrote for the Top Gun fandom and was so scared to post! I’m sorry for painting Maverick and Rooster in a REALLY bad light but I just couldn’t get passed how much could have went wrong with choosing Bradley and the bias to try to win back his affection. (I also though Bradley said some of the worst things and was out of line so many times!)

But all that is negated because I stopped writing like the WORST PERSON EVER. I do have the ending in my head and written out a bit. My problem is getting to that ending on paper, but god I wish I could find the writing bug again to give you all the endings you deserve!!! I'm sorry for my cliff hangars, I'm sorry for leaving EVERY story hanging.

Please know that comments like your MAKE MY FREAKING DAY! It means a lot and you’re awesome! I’m sorry for letting you, and anyone else that has read my story, down by not finishing.

I’m hoping to try again!

[rolandrockover]

Nowhere in the Night

Welcome to the recycling analysis center of everyone's favourite rock band. My name is Roland and I'm happy to welcome you today from the department for half-developed new contributions for best-of compilations that got cannibalized for considerably more ambitious following albums.

You know, the good thing about semi-completion is, there's usually enough usable raw material in it that you can fall back on if necessary, as Paul, for example, not only once freely helped himself to his songs from Killers (1982) for Animalize (1984).

Jean Beauvoir recalled in an interview that the riff of Thrills of the Night, which by the way we're talking about today, was a collaboration between him and Paul Stanley, and as far as I remember for my part, he got a part for it from Paul, which he then developed himself until it worked to his satisfaction, or something like that.

If you now briefly recall Killers' Nowhere to Run, you will quickly get a pretty good idea of which riff-part exactly this must have been. For those who might think this might be a little too close-fetched to get away with, be reminded that Kiss has never been one to shy away from close sources of inspiration, but maybe in this particular case Paul just figured that Killers would only be visible in Europe anyway, and a little re-write wouldn't be noticed in the American main market, especially not in pre-internet times. Who knows?

Be that as it may, I don't think it's a bad approach at all to entrust a creative partner with an idea that has only led to a dead end anyway, to let him find a way out of it and then continue working on it together. You open yourself up to new impulses and preserve your identity at the same time. Elegant and efficient in equal measure.

And I guess I can just leave it at that, because after all, I don't have to finish with a cheesy joke every single time.

Thrills in the Night (1984)

Nowhere to Run (1982)

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Nowhere to Run--Ch. 60

Chapter 60

            He wasn’t entirely fond of the idea, but it was a compromise that Jericho was more than willing to make. Hell, he’d known a long time ago that he couldn’t say no to Kat Prince. When she’d asked this of him, he’d had no choice but to agree.

            It surprised him how much being away from Kat and the baby made his heart constrict with worry. They were literally a few dozen feet down the hallway, yet it still felt like they were on the other side of the country. The memory of the aching longing that he’d felt every time he had to put Kat back on a plane to California settled in his chest so strongly that it felt like he couldn’t breathe.

            Jericho stopped outside the door to Kat’s room. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. He didn’t like this one little bit. “Go on,” he grumbled, jerking his head toward the door. As Jack Perry shuffled past him, he couldn’t help but murmur, “Stubborn ass woman.”

***

            Déjà vu hit Jack hard as he closed the door behind him. The flood of memories almost took his breath, only this time it was Kat in the hospital bed. She had been his best friend for years. Without her, he wouldn’t have been able to weather the pain of losing his father. He’d loved her fiercely and wanted nothing more from his life but to wrestle and marry her. But that last one had fallen apart not too long after they laid his dad to rest.

            God knew that he still loved her in many ways. He’d been protective of her since the day they’d met. He remembered moments between them that were best put away and forgotten. But he would never doubt the fact that he loved Kat Prince.

            “Are you going to be an asshole?” Kat asked out of nowhere, steel in her voice.

            Jack couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “I’ll try my best.”

            There was silence for a moment before an answering grin crossed Kat’s face. “Come here.” She held one hand out to him. With the other, she cradled a bundle of blankets against her chest.

            His knees felt like water as he crossed the room to stand by the bed. Kat took his hand and tugged him closer, tilting the bundle closer to him. Jack looked at the little girl that he’d been the first to hold. She was awake, her wide blue eyes watching him with a knowing look. Her dark hair looked just like Kat’s. She had round little cheeks and chubby little fists that waved toward him every now and then.

            Jack was wholly unprepared for the rush of feeling that crashed over him.

            “Thank you, Jack Jack,” she said softly as she squeezed his hand. “Without you…”

            He sank down on the side of the bed and ran his free hand over his hair nervously. “Is she okay? Are you okay?”

            Kat turned her attention toward the baby and smiled. “She’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

            Something like a heavy weight dropped off him. He hadn’t realized how much fear he’d harbored for the safety of both of them. “What about you?”

            “Sore as fuck. Mildly traumatized,” she laughed. “But I’m okay. Because you were there and did everything right.”

            He sat there in silence for a moment, looking between the two of them. The same sense of protectiveness that he’d always felt for Kat poured into him as the baby watched him with those wide blue eyes.

            “Here,” she said, pulling her hand away and holding the baby toward him. “Hold her.”

            Jack’s heart thundered in his chest as he took the baby from her. He held her carefully as he bounced her gently. She looked up at him, waving her fist in the air. Without hesitation, he leaned down and kissed those chubby fingers.

            Kat looked at him with her dark eyes. Eyes that reflected a strange mixture of hope, worry, and confusion. All of it overlaid with a cautious fear. Jack couldn’t blame her. The words he’d said to her, the way he’d acted for the last two years… he was ashamed of the way he’d behaved. He’d been so caught up in his own feelings that he hadn’t stopped to think of how she felt.

            “Kat… I—” Jack stopped and took a deep breath. His guts churned as if he were going to be sick. The baby wrapped her hand around his fingers as if to give him support. “I don’t know why you want me here. After everything…”

            She closed her eyes for a moment. He could see the memories of everything running across her face. That day in her apartment ran through his mind. He’d been drunk, but it didn’t excuse what he’d said. The rage that had rushed through him at the news she was with Chris Jericho had overwhelmed everything else. Even his love for Kat.

            Because that’s what it had been. He loved her. He was still as in love with her now as he had been that day in the hospital when his father passed. When he’d realized that she was happy but not happy with him, it had nearly broken his heart. But he’d promised himself that he would be her friend. That he would do everything that his father had asked of him. To help Kat be happy.

            The thought struck Jack hard in the chest. He felt like he was choking.

            Luke would have been so ashamed of him.

            “I’m sorry, Kat,” he said at last, his voice coming out in a gravely rush. “I’m so sorry. For all of it. I still…”

            Kat gave him a faint smile. “I know. So do I. But—”

            “He’s better for you. You love him more.”

            “Differently,” she whispered. “You’re my best friend, Jack Perry. And you always will be. Chris can’t change that, and I really want my best friend back.”

            Adjusting the baby in his arms, he reached out to take her hand. He squeezed her fingers tightly. “The day Dad died, when I went into his room after you, he asked me to do one thing for him when it came to you. He asked me to help you be happy. The last two years… I’m let him down so much. Because I’ve been so fucking selfish.”

            Kat turned her hand over and threaded her fingers with his. “I want my friend back. I need him back.

            Jack squeezed his eyes shut, tears brushing past his lashes and slipping down his cheeks into his beard. “Can you forgive me, Kat? For everything I said and did. For letting you down.”

            She took a deep breath and set her eyes on him. Her face changed as if she were having an argument within herself. For a moment, he thought he could hear her heart beating.

            “Will you be her godfather, Jack?”

            “What?” He felt absolutely stupid. “What? Jericho…”

            “Don’t argue,” Kat said firmly. “Otherwise, we have a big problem.”

            His brown eyes met hers. “Why?”

            “We’re going to have to change her name.”

***

            It was so hard to hold back the laughter at the look on Jack’s face. It was like he’d been slapped. The expression on his face was the same as he’d had that day in my apartment, but this time it was kinder. Gentler in his surprise.

            My heart felt heavy and light all at once. Hearing Jack apologize for everything he’d done was enough to make me feel like hundreds of pounds had fallen away from my shoulders. I couldn’t necessarily forget the hurt he’d caused, but I could try to move forward until they became a faded, fuzzy memory.

            “What?”

            I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Her name, dumbass. If you don’t say yes, we have to change her name. And that’s going to be really annoying.”

            Jack’s eyes glittered. I realized he was about to cry.

            “We named her Louise.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Louise Jacklyn Antonia. For you and Tony. For Luke.”

***

            Jericho walked away from Kat’s hospital room, one hand on his hip and the other pushing his hair back from his face. He was tired. There was a fatigue settled into his bones, and he couldn’t explain why. Old worries came rushing back to the surface. Could he be a good father? Was he too old to be a father? Would he be able to be there for their daughter? For Kat?

            And he hated the fact that he worried that Kat would change. Not physically—it didn’t matter to him. But what if she didn’t want him in the same way anymore? What if she didn’t want to go back into the Playroom? Jericho loved Kat Prince for every single thing about her—her intelligence, her tenacity, her focus, her laughter, her beauty—and the idea that he couldn’t love her this way anymore made him feel sick.

            “Chris!”

            He looked up at the sound of his name. The Inner Circle sat around in a circle in the waiting room. Santana had called for him, waving him over toward the boys. As he walked over, Jericho looked around. Members of the AEW staff and roster had filled up the small lobby. Tony Khan sat in the corner on the phone.

            “How’s mamí doing?” Ortiz asked as Chris sank down into a chair facing them.

            Chris couldn’t help but smile. “Sore, but good. They’re both amazing.”

            “Then why the long face, boss?” Jake asked quietly. It was something that very few people ever knew about the big man. He was smarter than he looked and more observant than most knew.

            “Worrying about fatherhood. About how things are going to change.”

            Santana leaned forward to look at him. “Yeah, things are going to change. You’ve got this new being to look after. Kat’s gonna be a little different for a while. Let her adjust to being a mother.” He cracked a smile. “And you might be old as hell, but you’re going to be a good father, Chris.”

            He laughed despite himself. “That’s not the only thing I’m worried about.”

            He looked down at his hands. At his fingers. He took a breath.

            An idea came to him.

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