#sudden-deth

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Trancers 5: Sudden Deth (1994)

Trancers 5: Sudden Deth is a 1994 sci-fi fantasy film directed by David Nutter, and it serves as the fifth instalment in the Trancers series. Continuing from the events of Trancers 4: Jack of Swords, this film sees the time-traveling hero Jack Deth further entangled in the medieval world of Orpheus. With its blend of science fiction, fantasy, and action, Trancers 5 provides a unique yet familiar…

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Trancers 5: Sudden Deth (1994)

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You can now read what comes to my mind because it's midnight, and I all of a sudden have a confidence boost🫡

When did she fall for Enid Sinclair? Wednesday for the life of her couldn't remember when her love for Enid Sinclair started when she suddenly wanted her around all the time? Why was her presence all of a sudden, such a comfort. It was slow, like a deth by poison. Maybe that's what it is because when Enid is around, it feels like her entire body was drenched in gasoline and set aflames. Not that Wednesday would ever admit it. She was too proud of herself for that. But then again, maybe it would settle the war in her chest. No, she wouldn't lose herself to love. She would not end up like her parents. Never. But those blue eyes, Enid could ask for the world, and Wednesday would give it anything to put that oh so beautiful smile on her face. Maybe Wednesday Addams was finally losing her mind. There was no way she would become a mindless slave for love like her father. Wednesday Addams a girl who hates to be told what to do, but oh, the things she would do for Enid Sinclair.

(I give up😭 I was writing off the top of my head I'll probably fix this mess and send it at a later date.)

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BRO WE GOT SO MANY TALENTED PEOPLE IN THIS BLOG

Idk what yall doing here but that's honestly cute asf

Like yes Wednesday be in denial, you're doing great honey ✌️

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Sudden Sickness - Chapter 4

Hey guy- *deth* /j

anyways tw for rabies and sickness, oh yeah and as well an emeto warning (aka he frew up warning) thx ily all /p bye

Two days had gone past since Airy woke up with a fever. It was a growing pain for Liam, who had to host the contests so the contestants wouldn’t grow bored and revolt. Everyone was concerned for Airy too, as if he got worse nobody would leave the show again.

Airy could barely sit up today. It felt awful sitting there, leaving Liam to do everything, but he had to. He felt horrible, and drinking water was becoming harder for him. He used to love water, but he was starting to resent it. He wanted to drink some. He wanted to be fine.

But he couldn’t.

Airy began to contemplate things. Laying in bed makes you question a lot of your existence, especially when you feel like you have not only the worst headache possible, but a fever that makes you feel like you are dying. And that last part was true, although Airy very much hoped it would pass.

Liam walked in around noon, bringing a cooked bird of sorts for lunch, and some water in a pouch. Airy started to eat the bird, much more hungry than usual. It wasn’t too filling, but it was something. He had not a hunger for blood, but a hunger for something awaiting him. An awful feeling.

The water was a larger issue. Airy went to take the water. He felt odd. Something started building up inside of him when he put the pouch to his mouth. Gagging, he sputtered a bit, but persisted. He took a drink and…

It all came back out. It smelled horrible. But what was he to do? His body wouldn’t allow him to drink water anymore. This was bound to happen. He went to take another drink, but gagged and put the pouch down. Liam worked to clean the mess.

A little water got into his system though, meaning he’d survive the next three days. The note to self was to not eat before drinking water, so there’d be nothing to throw up except the water that wasn’t absorbed.

Liam left once it had been cleaned up. Airy still felt awful. It was the impending feeling of what was to come. That the end was nigh and nothing was left from there. Only worsening. He was starting to forget things. It hurt to move anywhere except to sit up to eat and attempt to drink something.

It was at that moment he realized something. The sickness was from the bite. He wouldn’t know what it was, though. The sickness came from the bite though, and he would surely die.

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Trancers 5: Sudden Deth (1994) ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

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I kept track of all the #movies I watched last year. Part 14

The Suicide Squad 2020

Supernova 2000

The Terror Within 1989

The Terror Within II 1991

Timecop 1994

Trancers II 1991

Trancers III 1992

Trancers 4: Jack of Swords 1994

Trancers 5: Sudden Deth 1994

Tremors 1990

[thedurvin]

The sequels were equally thought out

Trancers 2: doubles down on the conservative politics of the first how the only people susceptible to being turned into Trancers (the rage zombies) are “the weak-minded” (coincidentally all minorities and union workers) but now it turns out it’s the work of a liberal conspiracy of environmentalists and drug rehab clinics brainwashing them to take over the world

Trancers 3: Deth Lives: no actually it’s a secret military program. Also regular time machines exist now so they don’t have to use time drugs

Trancers 4: Jack of Swords and Trancers 5: Sudden Deth: hey people liked “Army of Darkness”, let’s just send tough guy noir detective Jack Deth into a sword-and-sorcery movie. Trancers are world-ruling vampire noblemen now instead of mindless rage zombies btw

Genuinely impressed with “Trancers” absolutely refusing to explain anything. It doesn’t actually matter how you can travel through time via drugs and return home by injecting yourself with the antidote, or even how the bad guy psychically turns people into murderous zombies, because if you’re after hard sci fi this just isn’t the movie for you.

However I would like to know why Helen Hunt spent half the movie wearing a jeans jacket with a Confederate flag on the back. What was that about

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//Anguish\\

{Kylo Ren X GN!Reader}

Summary: Snoke orders Kylo to kill you, the reader, who Snoke considers a distraction.

TW for death/murder/The Force Awakens Spoilers! (Flashing lights in gif under the cut!!)

death

/deTH/

noun

the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism.

Your death would haunt him forever. What he had done was unforgivable. Kylo Ren had killed his own love. You died by his hand. Now you lie in his arms, your warm blood seeping down onto the cold, hard ground of the Starkiller base. His tears blurred his vision as he held your corpse as it started to lose its warmth. The former Padawan had already lost so much. You were dead.

You were dead.

Less than 20 minutes ago, you were smiling. The guilt stabbed him in the heart as he gripped his lightsaber tightly in his fist. His eyes were red.

“Have.. You've been crying.. Haven't you? What’s wrong?” You had asked. Kylo Ren was ordered by Snoke to end your life. You were a distraction from what was really important.. Right?

He let out a quivering sigh.

“Just.. A rough day.. That’s all..” He lied. He held back tears as he moved forward to bring you into his arms. You lifted your hand to stop him. “Kylo. I know you better than that. Please. Tell me what’s the matter. Please.” Your voice was full of unease. You knew something was off. His heart was wrenched. But he felt a sudden waft of anger flow through him. You felt the hilt of the lightsaber brush against your chest. Your eyes widened. But before you could react, the weapon had already been ignited. The white hot pain seared through your body. Kylo stood frozen, trying to grasp at what he had just done. Your hand brushed against his cheek. Just like Han had done when Kylo had killed him. “Oh god… (Y/n)..” He choked. He threw the lightsaber across the room, falling to his knees as he held you tightly to his chest. “Ky..” You couldn't finish your sentence as the light in your eyes evaporated.

Kylo held you tighter, rocking back and forth as he cried until all that could be heard was light, quiet crying. He hadn’t cried like this in years.

His heart and soul both shattered in unison as he begged and begged.

But you were never coming back. And it was all his fault.

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Carrion Flowers - A Tarkin Playlist on Spotify

A chronological view of the life of Star Wars villain Wilhuff Tarkin through curation of songs.

Track List

1. “Boys Will Be Bugs” - Cavetown   “ ...And if you wanna cry make sure that they never see it/ Or even better yet block it out  and never feel it ... “ 2. “Human Kittens” - AJJ     “... And I was a man once/ When I was six-years-old/ But now I am just a boy/ Pretentious and brash and bold... “ 3. “This is Home” - Cavetown   “... Get a load of this monster he doesn't know how to communicate/ His mind is in a different place/ Will everybody please give him a little bit of space/ Get a load of this train-wreck/ His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet...  “ 4. “Carrion Flowers” - Chelsea Wolfe     “... Creatures of habit, carrion flowers/ Growing from repeated crimes/ The afterglow in full bloom/ Slow and relentless, we're after you.... “ 5. “Bloodlines” - Dethklok     “... Just one beast did survive/ Now I live to take life/ Keep yourself from me/ Can't help what I be/ I am man and beast/ Your flesh I will eat... “ 6. “Bite Your Teeth” - Poppy     “... Bite your own teeth/ Don't cry, just bite your own/ Don't cry, keep on tryin'/ Don't cry, keep on tryna bite/ Don't cry, keep on tryin'/ Don't cry, keep on/ Tryna/ Bite... “ 7. “The Culling” - Chelsea Wolfe     “... One ear to the ground/ One eye on the room/ My tongue on your pulse/ My finger in your wound... “ 8. “Terrifyer” - AJJ   “... I saw beauty spat in its eye/ I saw the light, and all it saw was my phlegm/ I witnessed greatness. I kicked its teeth in/ More teeth sprouted, just like the skull of  a child... “ 9. “Maw” - Chelsea Wolfe     “... In the maw/ A world in a daze/ None can be trusted/ In the mouth of the beast... “ 10. “I AM THE BEAST” - Lingua Ignota   “... All I know is violence...“ 11. “Per Aspera Ad Inferi” - Ghost   “...[translation: “Through hardships to hell”]...” 12. “Anything Like Me” - Poppy     “... You pray for a reaction/ I'll stop when/ it's no more fun/ If this is the start, then let's see how far/ You're gonna take this one/ You shouldn't be anything like me/ You’ll never be anything like me...“ 13. “The Warden” - Chelsea Wolfe   “... The cold and the loud and they won't let me sleep/ I've been dragged on the floor and my blood earns my keep... “ 14. “Worldwide Torture” - Jazmin Bean     “... All you've got is not enough, stupid, I just want more/ And I'll throw another punch, yes, I'll get the highest score/ I'll be chewing on your skin, I'll be knocking down your door/ All I really want is to destroy/ One first in ya face while keeping my poise... “ 15. “Play Destroy” - Poppy ft. Grimes     “... This is how we play destroy/ Gonna cut your face/ And break your favorite toy/  Drop the match in the gas tank/ Blow up your neighbor's pool/ Oh, boy/ I love to play destroy...“ 16. “Draconian Crackdown” - Rasputina     “...It was short, sharp, sudden, surprising.../It was unfathomable catastrophe./ There were things no one should ever see./ Arrests were made arbitrarily,/ Evacuations made mandatory,/ Indefinite detentions, unsolvable killings,/ Weeks and weeks of agonizing raids... “ 17. “Sit/Stay” - Poppy     “ ...Every time you fall back down/ Sit and stay, lie on the ground/ Do what you've been, what you've been told/ Sit, stay, lie down... “ 18. “Iron Fist” - Dorian Electra ft. Faris Badwan   “ ...Instead of being loved, I like being feared/ Yeah, 'cause I'm a ruthless guy and that's how I like it/ My grip is getting tight, I can smell no fear I rule with an iron fist, baby... “ 19. “I Disagree” - Poppy     “... I disagree with the way you continue to pressure me/ I disagree with the way you are failing to pleasure me/ I disagree, everything is going how it's meant to be/ I disagree with the way you continue to pressure me/ Down, let it all burn down/ Burn it to the ground ... “ 20. “Black Fire Upon Us” - Dethklok   “ ...The sky/ Will break/ Black fire/ Will wake/ Fly on through the night/  We built an alliance/ Our numbers are strong... “ 21. “Destruction Makes the World Burn Brighter” - Chelsea Wolfe   “... And I'm headed straight for the blaze/ And I can breathe when I'm underwater/ And I'm ready with a finger on the trigger... “ 21. “From the Pinnacle to the Pit” - Ghost     “... In your empire/ They stare and frown/ From the pinnacle to the pit/ It is a long way down... “ 23. “FUCKING DEATHDEALER” - Lingua Ignota     “... I'm the fucking death dealer/ I'm the butcher of the world/ If you don't fear me yet, you will... “ 24. “Year Zero” - Ghost   “... Since fate of man is equal/ To the fate of lice/ As new dawn rises you shalt recognize/ Now behold the lord of flies... “ 25. “Iron Moon” - Chelsea Wolfe     “ ...The creatures here become machines/ Walk with me to a place of trust/ Death will no longer silence us/ My heart is a tomb/ My heart is an empty room... “ 26. “Laser Cannon Deth Sentence” - Dethklok     “ ...Evil is my prime objective/ I explode and bestow your deth/ I'm a rocket/ A fucking weapon/ Of mass destruction/ Destroy the planet.... “ 27. “They’ll Clap When Your Gone” - Chelsea Wolfe   “ ...Was born a blackened seed in the wild/ And I never was a child/ I was pulled right out of the sea/ And the salt – it never left my body ...

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Trancers 6

Trancers 6 is a 2002 sci-fi action film that serves as the sixth instalment in the Trancers franchise. Directed by Jay Woelfel, this film marks a significant shift in the series as it introduces a new lead character, while also attempting to reconnect with the original premise of the earlier films. After a nearly decade-long gap since Trancers 5: Sudden Deth, Trancers 6 sought to bring the…

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Pour Some Salt on Me || Matty and Kaden

TIMING: Present LOCATION: Soul on the Rocks PARTIES: @likeamattoutofhell and @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: Matty meets Kaden at the bar and deals with some of his baggage. AKA: Did someone order a Margarita? Extra salty?

It wasn’t often that Kaden spent a free night at a bar that wasn’t the Silver Bullet but he was always up for something new and different. Plus, for all he knew, he could be walking into a prime opportunity for hunting. Not to mention, he could always use a few more drinks to deal with everything that had happened in the past week. Mimes. Wings. Banshees. Werewolves. It was too much. He could use a normal night. The bar was loud. Very loud. It was going to take a lot for him to concentrate on any conversation and not get overwhelmed. He took a deep breath. It’d be fine, as long as he was prepared. He saw a guy at the bar, pretty sure on the end he was supposed to meet him. “You Matty?” he asked. “Kaden. Aka that guy whose dog found a fucking head the other week.” He almost added ‘not a mime-fucker’ but then he thought better of reminding anyone of that before needed. “How’s it going?

So. This had been a day, hadn’t it? Or, well. A night. But, at least some shit didn’t change. Soul on the Rocks was still standing, and nobody gave a crap how you came. Which was good, given that Matty looked a little like a half-drowned poodle, his hair still damp and curling, crazily, from his make-do shower at the pool. Whatever it took. Bit into his budget a little - man, everything cost more, these days - but he was two rounds into the special, and had enough left over for a few more. Solid. He’d just raised a hand for another when some… guy, sleek, sharp-faced, dropped onto the stool next-door. Kaden? Right. Maybe into mimes? According to the internet, but. Couldn’t believe everything you read, duh. “Yeah, that’s - yeah.” The vibes, on this poor bastard. “It’s… going, alright.” Why not shoot the shit? There was plenty of it. “Pipes in my place are, uh. Under reconstruction? Got real messed up last week, full of something fucked, I don’t know. At least the neighbors aren’t, you know, weirder than usual.” Which had been saying something, alright. But he’d draw a line, sure, at suddenly taking up miming. At other people. In the hallway. Matty shrugged, vaguely. “Same shit, different day, around here. How about you, man? What’s up?”

Kaden raised a brow and gave the guy a one over. “I can see that.” The guy looked rough, alright. Soaked and a little bedraggled. “Bad pipes, huh? What happened? Do you live anywhere near the funeral home by chance?” He almost asked if it was vampires or necrophages since that always seemed to be the cause of leaky pipes in buildings. Occasionally pixies. Usually dead things. But he thought better of it. That joke only landed in a hunter bar, really. He waved down the bartender and ordered a beer, wasn’t sure he trusted the liquor to be drinkable let alone mid shelf. “I’m alright. Less severed heads in my life so that’s been good.” A lot more wings and banshees and death but it was fine. He was fine. Everything was fine. He gulped down a sizable portion of his drink. “I mean, yeah. It’s been a fucking week. Got attacked by the wo-- an animal in the woods the other night. Nearly fucking died. So I’m sure yours is going better than that. Least I hope so.”

Funeral home? Matty frowned, faintly, not sure what that was supposed to mean. “Don’t think so?” Hopefully that was a no. Not somewhere he needed, or wanted, to hang around. With actual corpses. “Just some shithole, you know what it’s like.” Fuck, it was a shame you couldn’t smoke in bars anymore. Still had some of that good weed, from Margot, kicking around. And he was itching for something, anything. Matty gave the bartender a seriously grateful nod as the next Moscow mule landed, shaking off a sudden, cold shiver. A bad one. God, he’d have to get ahold of Felix. Soon.

But. A couple drinks wouldn’t hurt, and the company probably wouldn’t. Jury was out, as of yet.

“Solid.” Less body parts flying around in general, the better, yeah? Elbow up on the scratched-to-shit counter, he took a long, needsome drink, hearing Kaden out. The wo-what? His head tilted, there, doing some wo-wondering. Not too much. His week. Where to start? With the waiting to find out if a couple super scary motherfuckers were going to duke it out to the death over at Hanging Rock, come the weekend? Hanging around a psychotic old-ass leech with fancy tastes? Getting thrown out of a tree by a bloodsucking... monkey, with iron teeth, or some shit? No, thanks. “Oh, totally.” Matty tossed off a tired sorta smile, and raised his glass. “Here’s to - death-defying, huh? Life goes on.” Close enough. “The hell were you doing in the woods, anyway? Nothing but crazy and mosquitoes out there, seriously…”

Kaden nodded at his current companion’s words. “Ah, not related to that then. Nevermind. But yeah, I do know how that goes. Surprised I don’t live in a complete dump here, but I got paid a little more than I’m used to when I took the job at Animal Control.” Out of the sheer desperation they had to fill the position. He felt a chill run through him before taking another sip of his beer. Strange, was the door open or something? He looked back but that was stuoid, it wasn't even that cold out anymore. Odd. Must have imagined it. Or the beer was just really cold.

“To deth-defying.” Kaden raised his glass in a toast and gave a small nod. And a wince as he lifted his arm. Side still hurt, he almost forgot, despite toasting his near death. “I was camping. Didn’t want to stay in my apartment any longer.” He gave a shrug. The details weren’t ones he was ready to dig up so soon. Or share in a bar. At least not this sober. “I’m also in animal control so I’m there a lot anyway. Got attacked by an animal.” Explaining what it was seemed unnecessary. Most people accepted “animal” right off the bat, anyway. “You ever had any near death experiences?

Lauren Langley couldn’t stand to watch this any more, this fraternizing with supernaturals that her son kept indulging in. He'd made his choice to turn away from his duty. He didn’t even do a basic check on this man to see the glaringly obvious. The man at the bar was obviously undead. Kaden should have been able to listen and hear the hollow emptiness where his heart should be beating. And yet he sat there, toasting, making small talk. Disgusting. Disgraceful. She could no longer contain the anger raging inside of her. She pushed out her power, let her anger extend outwards and the lights started to flicker, the sound cutting in and out, as she floated towards the man in question, standing between him and her son, glaring daggers at him that she knew he could see, the blood sucking filth that he was.

Animal Control. Okay, then. Matty’s eyebrows slid upwards, but, hey. Whatever paid the bills. Not like he could talk. “Well, hey. Nice.” Did he want to know about… dogcatching, or whatever this guy got up to? Not exactly, but - he’d always been curious. “Seems like a rough gig. Especially in this town, fuck...” Christ knew what kinda freaky shit Kaden had to deal with, on top of bears, and cougars, and rabid raccoons. Had to feel a little sorry for him, yeah?

Cheers, anyway. To camping, too, sure. Whatever the dude was into. “Cool, yeah. I get that, man. Space. Nice thing to have.” Matty drank. And twitched, as the electricity fritzed. Weird. He blinked, throwing an uncertain glance over the rest of the Rocks, watching as the jukebox glimmered in and out, the static sneering into his too-sharp ears. Near death. With a shook-out laugh, Matty turned back to try and field that one  - only to find some lady. Some ghost lady, all silvery; more substantial than most, though. Nobody he knew. Right? No. He was pretty sure. But that stare. The grin was staggering away from him, on its last legs.  “A… a couple…” Leaning back on his stool, Matty cleared his throat. Took another drink. “Animals, yeah.” He was stumbling, quailing under those eyes. Maybe they weren’t, you know, familiar, but. If looks could murder. Violently. “Maybe we oughta take this outside?” Matty winced, suddenly, sliding to his feet. Ghosts got stuck to places, didn’t they? “Just, seems we’ve got some… fucky wiring, in here. I mean, this joint’s probably a total fire-trap…”

Kaden froze, glass at his lips, as the electricity cut in and out. For half a second he wondered if this was just a result of shoddy wiring. This bar wasn’t exactly high end or upscale. But the shocked looks and startled reactions from everyone around him gave him the feeling this wasn’t a typical occurrence. Putain. He really wanted a night off from the supernatural. Didn’t look like he was going to get it. It seemed like his present drinking buddy was looking through him or around him. Hard to say for sure, but it didn’t seem like his eyes were meeting his. Hmm, maybe his near death experiences were a hell of a lot worse than Kaden’s. Shit, might have hit a nerve. “You alright?” he asked, brow raised as the guy started to freak out. “Yeah, I noticed.” Kaden glanced around the place, didn’t see anything else strange, but there was a bit of a cold spot as he stood to follow. “I’m guessing this isn’t normal for here. Got any better suggestions?” Bullet was out so he supposed it was another night at Dell’s. He shrugged as they headed outside, could be worse.

He wasn’t going to get away so easily. Lauren knew he saw her; he must know her feelings as well. Or at least sensed them. And she hadn’t even spoken yet. “Leaving so soon, vampire?” she asked, smirk on her face. “I wasn’t finished here.” Her voice was laced with venom, but it was still and even all the same, cold and poisonous at the same time. Once again, she pulled into her anger and used it to send the unused glasses from the bar exploding out in every direction, but most of the glasses aimed at the vampire. Unfortunately, her son, too. But he could tolerate the pain. And maybe it would give him a hint to either leave this loathsome creature or, better yet, kill it. She disappeared a moment and then flashed back in front of the vampire, spectral face inches from his. “My son may not put a stake through your heart. He’s gone soft, you see, but I sure will. Better yet, I’ll make sure he does.”  

“Me? I’m good, yeah, just...” Haunted. “Honestly, I…” Matty trailed off, a shudder creeping down the back of his neck, all the way. That kind, he realized, now. He’d met his fair share of ghosts. Or, well, his unfair share, depending on how you looked at it. This one was - well, bad fuckin’ vibes, all over, was what she was. Why the hell was the vampire thing her problem? Matty tried to pin his attention down to Kaden, hurriedly tugging his ratty denim jacket on. They’d just fuck off, and he’d try the Rocks again… in a week. Or two. A month from now. Oh, that would blow.

Not as hard as the fuckin’ rain of glass that shattered over them. Matty had heard them rattling just in time to turn, barely soon enough to drop, shoving Kaden by the shoulder, turning his back into a storm of smashing tumblers and sharp edges. Ears ringing, hands shaking - bleeding, somewhere, he could smell it already - Matty gasped out of it, and pushed away across the sticky, glittering floor as the ghost gathered in front of him, face to face. Son? His eyes ticked to Kaden, quick. Back. Yeah, around the eyes, he could see it. Just his fuckin’ luck. Getting in the middle of some kinda family drama.

Wait. Wait, wait. Gone soft? Too soft for staking. Shit. Slayer family drama? Just his fuckin’ luck.

“Listen, I don’t - I don’t know you, or him, or… what your problem is, I...” What he did know, was salt. Salt for ghosts. How, specifically, not so sure. But the salt would be behind the bar - he’d downed enough tequila here to know. Behind the bar, where he was going, fast.

“Shit!” Kaden shouted as he saw the glasses rumble. He raised his hands to shield his head and found himself shoved down out of the way of the oncoming onslaught of glass. White hot pain from his side flashed through him as he twisted and ducked. After the deafening crashes of glass came the screams as patrons started bolting for any exit they could find. Couldn’t blame them. As Kaden stood up straight, his brow furrowed, another wince of a pain, and yeah that was definitely blood dripping along his hands. Fuck. “You o--” He started to ask his drinking buddy as he tried to evaluate the extent of his wounds. Minimal, thankfully. But his words cut short as the other man started speaking to the air.  

“Who are you talking to?” Kaden asked, brows furrowed, and stomach sinking. He had a feeling he fucking knew who the hell it was he was talking to. Putain. Also that meant this guy could see ghosts. Well that narrowed it down a little. Medium maybe? Zombie? Wait what was he going for behind the bar? Shit, time to pull a knife out, just in case. He grabbed a standard blade first but started rummaging in his pockets. Had to have an iron one on him somewhere.

“Oh, how cute. The bloodsucker found the salt,” Lauren smiled and shook her head, arms crossed in front of her incorporeal body. “Do you really think that will stop me?”  Lauren disappeared and sprung back next to Matty’s left, voice slithering right into his ear. “I need you to tell my son something, you filthy animated corpse. Before you turn to dust.” She vanished again and reappeared on his other side, eyes fixed on Kaden even though he couldn’t see her as she spit more venom into the vampire’s ear. “Tell him he should have been better. And that he’s all but proven he’s no son of mine.” Her visage was gone one more for the moment. With a loud crash, half the tables in the bar burst, sending drinks and food tumbling to the floor and wood shards flying in every direction. If that wasn’t a hint for her disgrace of a son, nothing would be.

Shit. Pawing around behind the counter, Matty was doing his best to think, clearly, with blood on the air. Human blood. He’d eaten earlier, but - pig, or something, whatever Nic had drained into those juiceboxes. Not enough to keep the good stuff from being distracting. “Uh…” He stammered, hearing Kaden. Asking a totally sensible kinda question, in the middle of something not sensible at all. There - pinch-bowls of salt. A couple went spilling onto the counter as Matty flinched, that chilling, creeping not-breath riding up his spine again, that hiss an itch across the back of his neck. Tell him.

Oh, this cow could eat it.

“Fuck off, Jesus!” He rasped, flinging a handful of the stuff. Where she’d been, anyway. God, usually ghosts were chill. Why’d he have to wind up drinking with some hunter who had poltergeist-grade baggage? Snatching up another desperate handful of salt, Matty glanced Kaden’s way. Or, almost. Everything went to shit, before he got a good look at the guy. Again. Worse. The back-mirror splintered and sheeted apart as pieces of table and chair stabbed through, into the wall, quivering furiously. “Your mom!” Shouting over the noise, Matty cowered behind the bar, panting hard and panicky from where he’d hit the dirt. “I swear, man - that’s what she says...” Why she felt the need to let him know, well. That, Matty sure as shit couldn’t answer.

Kaden was still fumbling for anything iron when the tables exploded. He dropped down and ducked, once again using his arms to shield himself. Fucking shit. This had to be an angry spirit, right? Shit, he was so far out of his depths here.

He shot up at the man’s words. “My mom?” His brow creased and he looked around, as if he’d be able to see her. “Putain de merde!” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. He had a feeling that was the case. He really wished it wasn’t. Fucking fuck. “Circle yourself in salt!” he shouted

Wait. Did that mean?

No. That. No. It couldn’t be.

As soon as her son froze, Lauren knew he’d figured it out. She’d hoped that he would, maybe a little sooner, but her faith in him had waned. “Do it, mon petitou. Do it.” She whispered in his ear as if he could hear him. All she needed was for him to stake one measly vampire and then she could move on. Maybe.

Kaden shook off his stupor as he felt a chill creep down his spine. There’d be time to evaluate this later. Right now he needed a plan. And to figure out how to stop this. “Want to tell me why the fuck you can see ghosts?” he shouted to Matty. “And why my mother is pissed as shit at you. And me. But you seem like the cause here, too.”

Lauren could feel the rage building up inside her again. Why was he talking? Why wasn't he acting? She threw back her spectral head and screamed, pushing her anger out to shatter all the glass and windows. It lashed out and added more scrapes and cuts to her son’s body. She didn’t care anymore if her son bled. Maybe then this vampire would show its true nature and Kaden would remember that he was meant to fight monsters, not protect them.

Circle of salt. Right. Ghosts, couldn’t cross. Only, then he would be stuck, here, in deep with Langley, who - who, whatever he might be, had shit going on that Matty wanted fuck all to do with, frankly. No offense to the dude, just. No. Kicking some of the wreckage aside, Matty scrambled to draw that circle out, wincing as his supply ran a bit thin. It’d be enough, right? Maybe. He’d stretch it. Did he want to tell Kaden why he saw ghosts? Like hell, if Mama Langley’s hate-on said anything about how she’d raised her son. “It’s, uh - genetic!” Matty shouted back, a little frayed about it. Seemed to work for Nora. Though, Nora was a pretty shit standard for what totally normal people would believe. Obviously. Fuck.

The hot, spattery smell of blood sharpened up, suddenly, tugging at Matty’s teeth until his jaw ached. “I don’t know, man! Maybe she’s just a raging bitch?!” No, the guy didn’t need to hear what mommy dearest was going on about. He shook his head, woozy - a sluggish lick of dark blood dribbled down the side of his cheek, dead and cold. And tried to fix that fucking circle.

Kaden was getting fucking sick of playing duck and cover with a poltergiest. The wounds probably wouldn’t take too long to heal but it still stung. In more ways than one. “Genetic?” Had to be a medium then. Why the fuck was she so mad about a medium? Then his mind jumped to Blanche. Whatever it was, it had to do with her, right? And certainly Regan. There was no doubt there. Fuck. They had to get out of here, but he knew damn well his mother would follow him if they just cut and ran. He had no iron on him. And funny enough, rock bars weren’t exactly filled with it. He looked around on the floor, between the shattered tables and fallen plates, he saw something. A fucking margarita glass. Rimmed with salt. Plastic. Never been so happy to be at a cheap fucking bar. He grabbed it and started swinging it wildly, wielding it like a weapon. “When you see her disappear, fucking run!” he shouted, whirling around the room and waving the salt rimmed glass around.

The hell was Kaden up to? Peeking out around the counter corner, Matty strained to keep his boots in the circle and his eyes on the action. Which was something to see, for fuckin’ sure: Langley, swinging like a drunk playing pinata. Right across his shrieking-mad mom, the spiderwebby substance of her rending apart. And not coming back. For a beat, Matty couldn’t believe it. But, he didn’t have to. Unfrozen, he lurched alive and out - the shattered front window, the shortest path to away from all this. Stumbling wildly into the parking lot, Matty hit the asphalt at a sprint, with a skitter of glass, and didn’t stop. Not until he was far, far away from the blood, and that mess of a bar, and Kaden Langley’s totally batshit mommy issues.

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OK I know what you’re thinking. Why is the 1533 Buggery Act such a big deal! After all, it’s a piece of Tudor law:

A) that sounds dry AF

B) has nothing to do with me!

Well, if you care about LGBTQ+ rights (or let’s be blunt, basic human rights) than this is a piece of Tudor law that you have to know about!

The 1533 Buggery Act wove a tangled web that stretches throughout history. Beyond those who were caught up in its immediate wake, It’s threads lead us to Oscar Wilde’s imprisonment, Alan Turing’s conviction and the abysmal pit where fundamental rights should be, that the LGBTQ+ community and their allies are still fighting against.

So if that still sounds dry AF, then strap in Donald, because you’re about to get your mind blown.

Seriously we’re getting into world view changing stuff!

The Buggery Act was the brainchild of Henry VIII who had a fun habit of lumbering the UK with laws that came out of him wanting to make a point during a hissy fit…yet inexplicably stuck around for hundreds of years at a major human cost (e.g that time he made it legal to execute someone with severe mental health issues) The 1533 Buggery Act was no exception!

But lets take it back to pre-Henry for a second. Prior to 1533 there were no set laws to persecute homosexuality in England. That’s not to say it wasn’t. In the 13th century two legal codes called for men caught having same sex relationships to be buried alive or burnt, which is horrific!

However, these were suggestions, not actual laws and there is no evidence that these punishments were ever carried out. For the most part, the then frowned upon act was dealt with in the ecclesiastic courts (so basically it was left with god and his earthly servants to deal with either after death or in the realm of the church)

As such, the sudden decision to make homosexuality criminal was a big deal. In fact it was such a big deal that this sharp turn to criminalisation actually had to be addressed in the original statues outlining the 1533 act. Which says that the law was in part created to make homosexuality clearly punishable, saying:

“For as moche as there is not yet sufficient & condigne punishment appointed & limitted by the due course of the lawes of this realme for the detestable & abominable vice of buggeri committed with mankind or beest.”

It goes on to explain the possible punishments for those caught committing ‘buggery’:

“And that the offenders being herof convict by verdicte, confession, or outlaurie, shall suffer suche peynes of dethe, and losses, and penalties of their goodes, cattals, dettes, londes, tenements, and heredytamentes, as felons benne accustomed to do accordynge to the order of the common lawes of this realme. And that no person offendynge in any suche offence, shalbe admitted to his clergye”

Obviously the clear biggy here is ‘pain of death’, but right at the bottom of this portion of transcript there’s the sentence:

‘And that no person offending in such offence shall be admitted to his clergy’ – that right there is the crux of this whole piece of legislation.

Because why create The Buggery Act and criminalise same sex relationships at this particular moment in time?

To persecute the Catholic Church of course!

If you’re thinking , ‘that makes little to no sense’, gold star! It doesn’t… well at least until you break down what was going down in 1533.

You see, until the 1530’s England had been part of the Catholic Church. But, Henry VIII was desperate to break away from the church as it wouldn’t grant him a divorce so he could marry his side chick, Anne Boleyn. So Henry decided to create a new church for England, one that he’d be the head of (and wouldn’t you know it, the head of this new church just happened to be A-ok with divorce).

Sadly creating your own church doesn’t magically erase your countries already existing, centuries old religion overnight. So Henry worked with his right hand man, Thomas Cromwell, to loosen the tight hold Catholicism had on England and for a double win, also siphon it’s money to Henry.

The 1533 Buggery Act was just part of this plan. It was solely designed to take away a little bit of the power away from The Catholic Church, not to actually persecute homosexuality.

And yet this law was about to take its first victim.

By 1540 the Buggery Act had done its job. The Catholic Churches hold on England had been loosened, Henry had married Anne Boleyn (and then had her executed), married again (this time she’d died in childbirth) and was onto marriage number four. Thomas Cromwell had played Cupid for these nuptials, hooking Henry up with his new wife, Anne of Cleves. Sadly Henry wasn’t a fan of his new bride and this was such a big no no that it led to Thomas Cromwell’s death.

But as is probably clear by now, Henry was a petty bitch, and so he made sure that when Thomas went down, he wasn’t going alone.

On the 29 June 1540 Thomas Cromwell was beheaded for treason and his mate, Walter Hungerford, became the first person to be executed under The Buggery Act (among other allegations).

A bloody punishment, with the Buggery Act added as an extra dollop of humiliation for Hungerford and as an additional middle finger to Cromwell who’d helped create the act.*

*side note: before we start feeling really sorry for Walter Hungerford, he was an abusive man who imprisoned his wife to the extent she had to drink her own urine to survive. So you know. Maybe hold the sympathy cards.

Henry VIII

Thomas Cromwell

Ok, that was A LOT to take in. So let’s pause and take a quick moment to  look at where we are:

We have a law that was created to criminalise homosexuality BUT was actually used to screw over the Catholic Church

We have a first victim of the law…BUT he was most likely executed not because of the law itself but as an F U to his mate who created the law.

So, we can all agree that thus far, The Buggery Act is a very bloody farce. But that does that mean it’s done?

OF COURSE NOT!

Though the law was repealed by Henry VIII’s daughter, Queen Mary I in 1553 (who wanted power over this to go back to the Catholic Church and it’s ecclesiastic courts), once she died, her successor and sister, Queen Elizabeth I made the Buggery Act law once more.

And from there it started to truly transform into a law for persecution.

Using a Latrice Royale gif to cut the tension, but just a warning: It’s about to get really dark for a bit.

For much of the 15th and 16th centuries arrests and executions under the Buggery Act were few and far between. However, that didn’t happen stop this horrifying law from spreading.

One of the huge issues of The Buggery Act being a law, was that Britons leaving the country took it with them. Take for example those plucky puritans who set sail for the brave new world of America – alongside terrible hats and a smattering of racism, they made sure to also pack legal persecution!

And so the legal execution of people for homosexuality began in a new country. In 1624, Virginia hung Richard Cornish, a ships captain, for ‘forcible sodomy’ of his ships 29 year old cabin boy.

Two years later, Massachusetts hung William Plain on allegations of sodomy that took place in England (so before he even moved to America!).

That same year, the countries New Netherlands colony successfully managed to achieve the discrimination trifecta when they used the Buggery Act to strangle and ‘burn to ashes’, Jan Creoli, a poor black gay man.

If you thought things were bad, they are about to get even worse.

Back in Britain, a more vocal queer community was starting to appear, thanks to the underground popularity of Molly Houses (places where queer men could be free to openly show their sexuality, kind of the great great great grandfather of the small town gay bar). But this emerging light in the dark attracted the worst kind of people and they dedicated themselves to eradicating what they saw as the gay scourge.

One such group was the catchily named, The Society For The Reformation of Manners. Determined to rid London of its LGBT subculture, they worked undercover to infiltrate Molly Houses, gather evidence against its users and then together with the police, raid them.

One such raid was that of Mother Claps house in 1726. Dozens of men were rounded up and arrested, with several fined and pilloried. But that’s not the worst of it. 

The Society For The Reformation of Manners successfully helped to leverage the Buggery Act to hang three of the arrested men for the crime of having sex, or as one witness spat out during the trial:

‘Making love to one another as they call’d it’

Example of an execution, like that of the Mother Clap House victims. from the era

During the 1800’s the executions continued. Trials for men accused under The Buggery Act sprung up across England. Some of those found guilty had the relative luck (though the chance of survival still wasn’t great) at instead being transported to Australia, but others weren’t so lucky.

The last men executed under The Buggery Act were James Pratt and John Smith, in 1835.

A husband and father, James Pratt, met with John Smith in August 1935, at an ale house in London for a drink. The pair then got chatting with an older man, William Bonill and went back to his rooms.

William Bonill soon left to get another drink at the pub, leaving James and John alone. It was after this that Bonill’s landlord reported finding the pair having sex.

Neither James Pratt or John Smith stood a chance in court. If you are in any doubt on that front, just read the opening transcript from John Smith’s prosecutor.

‘feloniously, wickedly, diabolically, and against the order of nature, had a venereal affair with one James Pratt, and did then and there, feloniously, wickedly, diabolically, and agains the order of nature, carnally know the said James Pratt, and with him the said James Pratt did then and there feloniously, wickedly, diabolically, and against the order of nature, commit and perpetrate the detestale, horrid, and abominable crime (among Christians not to be named) called buggery, to the great displeasure of Almighty God, to the great scandal of all human kind’

Charles Dickens actually attended Newgate jail, when the men were awaiting sentencing and recalled:

‘Their doom was sealed; no plea could be urged in extenuation of their crime, and they well knew that for them there was no hope in this world.’

He was, of course, right. Of seventeen others sentenced to death at the same time as John and James (for crimes including attempted murder) all had their sentences commuted to transportation to Australia. All expect John Smith and James Pratt.

A huge crowd gathered outside Newgate Jail to watch their deaths.

Watching his (possible) partner, John Smith, being blindfolded and his noose put on, caused James Pratt an understandable level of anguish. He reportedly went physically weak, needing help just to stand and calling out:

‘Oh God, this is horrible. This is indeed horrible.’ 

Though we don’t have clean cut evidence that the two were in a relationship, it’s hard to read this as anything other than love and the devastation of James knowing what his partner was about to go through.

Which I think summarises the pointlessness and brutality the Buggery Act had on all those who feel under its wake. Of it’s last two victims; two men who just wanted a private moment to be together and died because of that.

Newspaper from the hanging of James Pratt and John Smith

The Buggery Act remained in place in one form or another until 1861 when the Offences Against The Person Act replaced it.

The new law abolished the death sentence for ‘buggery’, instead punishing those convicted with a prison sentence of up to life. In 1967 the laws around homosexuality as an illegal act were dropped.

All of this, because in 1533 a pissed of King set up a law that he hoped would bring down a religion – the persecution of thousands if not millions, was just secondary. 

If you want to read up more on this and other areas of LGBT+ history (and please do!) some great sources are below:

Rictor Norton, for a treasure trove of articles and essays on the history of LGBTQ+ history in England dating back to the medieval era. 

The Peter Tatchall Foundation, a human rights charity with an amazing section of history of laws that sought to persecute 

The British Library, where you can look at so many of the original documents I mention in this, digitally wherever you are in the world!

Why you have to know about the 1533 Buggery Act OK I know what you’re thinking. Why is the 1533 Buggery Act such a big deal! After all, it’s a piece of Tudor law:

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