#Andy Whale

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[triste-guillotine]

MEMORIAM "Requiem for Mankind" LP 2019 ('...Cheek by jowl. Fighting at close quarters. Face to face. Destroy the enemy !')

"Never the victim Instinct to survive From the lowest point In strength now shall strive Forever a fighter The warrior spirit No burden of guilt No defeat, no compromise

I shall arise Stronger than before

This storm inside Weathered, will subside From the chains that hold As my heart grows cold Your shame, your crime Cannot decrease in time No emotion, love now dies Fire gone within your eyes

I shall arise Wiser than before

Filled with rage Fear engaged All the lies No disguise

Forget the future and the past Live for today, nothing lasts All that once was certain now is gone With pride and courage carry on The hopes and dreams we once made Lay in ruins now decayed Through this suffering and pain I shall learn to live again"

Requiem For Mankind | Memoriam (bandcamp.com)

[albumcoverhalloffame]

Album Cover Hall of Fame's News Update and Link Summary for October, 2023

I’d surmise that it’s nearly impossible to keep up with the news unless you have a friend – someone like me – who’ll spend countless hours of getting all of the details together for you, as I’ve done again in this month’s summary. You’re happy, I’m happy!

Album Cover Hall of Fame’s News Update and Link Summary for October, 2023 Posted October 1, 2023 by Mike Goldstein, AlbumCoverHallofFame.com Summer’s gone and its time to start thinking about a) what to do during the day now that kids are back in school (I personally don’t worry about this but suspect that some of you do) b) Holiday season prep and c) what we’re going to do to keep ourselves…

[spilladabalia]

Bolt Thrower - Cenotaph

[sitting-on-me-bum]

'Crowd Control'

A female orca swimming through a bait ball of herring, turning it into a donut.

Photographer: Andy Schmid

2023 Underwater Photographer of the Year Contest 

[drewlyyours]

DANGER ON DECEPTION ISLAND FANCAST

ND #9

Katie Firestone - Rose McIver

Jenna Deblin - Ritu Arya

Andy Jason - Ben Platt

Holt Scotto - Richard Dreyfuss

"Fishermen never retire, young lady. After all, what would we do? Go fishing?"

MHM, TRT, FIN, SSH, DOG, CAR

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

Never. Stops. Moving.

Behind the scenes of Andy narrating "Blue Whales: Return of the Giants".

[magic-multicolored-miracle]

Hold up, 

Why didn’t anyone tell me that HeR actually has some good merch now?

I mean some of it is still ugly as sin and definitely cursed, but there’s some pretty nice stuff too. 

[nemmet]

i thought i would post this since the band showed it on stream a few days ago!! here are the longest johns as mystical, musical merfolk 🫧🐟

[lautakwah]

if anyone has the cantonese version of it's a wonderful world (1996) with or without english subtitles pls hmu i can offer you... many many movies in exchange as long as it's within my power to find them <3

[azvolrien]

Anyway, observe whaleball.

[lemonybecca]

I am grateful though to Andy Pearson and Jessica Thompson. Her brother likely killed men like my father.

A good man. Wealth. Everything Jessica and Andy will never be.

Class. Gravity. Beauty. Brains.

Trust me, none of us give a shit. You’re done hun

Oh I’m very serious. And you’re done.

[krivanekphotographicestate]

[sitting-on-me-bum]

“Crowd Control,” Skjervøy, Norway

Every winter, enormous schools of herring migrate from the open ocean into the fjords of Northern Norway and attract large numbers of big predators, such as orcas and humpback whales.

By Andy Schmid

Nature TTL Photographer of the Year Contest

[ickypuppi3]

billy meets andy in fourth grade.

andy’s a year older than the rest of the class and doesn’t ever talk.

billy gets paired with him for a project and andy doesn’t move. billy stands up and calls his name but he still doesn’t turn around.

“andy’s deaf, billy.” ms. mackenzie tells him.

“oh.” billy’s eyes widen. he’s stumped, for a moment. “um. how do i…”

billy trails off. not sure what he wants to ask, exactly.

“just make sure he can read your lips.”

billy nods. he walks over to stand in front of andy and holds out a hand. like he sees adults do. andy raises his eyebrows but takes billy’s hand. shakes it. billy tells him his name and andy smiles.

andy’s taller than billy. most people are but billy still whales on anyone who makes fun of andy. billy’s small, sure. but he’s scrappy.

he’s sitting outside the principals office with mark p’s blood on his knuckles when andy walks past. billy pulls a face and andy laughs.

billy likes it when andy laughs.

andy uses sign language to talk to his sister and his aunt.

teaches billy, when he asks.

billy shows some of it to his mom. teaches her how to tuck her two middle fingers down, index and little finger pointed skyward and thumb sticking out.

“like this?” she asks, forehead creased in concentration.

“uh-huh.” billy smiles. puffs out his chest. proud. “it means ‘i love you.’”

billy’s walking andy home when andy points up at the stars dotting a purple sky. signs pretty. billy walks right into him when he suddenly stops walking.

andy catches billy when he stumbles.

sand shifts beneath billy’s feet as he leans up on his toes to kiss andy. it’s childish. a quick peck, awkward and clumsy. billy doesn’t really know why he did it but andy doesn’t frown or push billy away.

he smiles, instead.

signs pretty again and hugs billy tight.

billy’s mom leaves and neil loses his job. they move away and billy doesn’t see andy again. neil calls him words that didn’t exist in andy’s world.

when billy’s seventeen, neil packs up again. takes him, max and susan to hawkins. neil’s family. and billy.

billy locks eyes with steve harrington across the parking lot in september. gets on his knees and blows him in tina’s parents guest bathroom in october.

steve corners him in the showers after practice the next day. reopens the split on billy’s lip and gets blood all over his own.

they communicate with hands, mostly. grabbing, pushing, pulling. jerking each other off in the backseat of steve’s car. fists come in to play when billy finds steve in a house alone with a bunch of kids, max included.

billy’s bruises are somehow worse a week later and steve tells him to come over that evening. doesn’t ask. just tells.

billy sneers. spits and swears at steve.

rocks on his heels as he waits on the harrington’s doorstep at 9:15.

“you’re late.” steve says.

billy doesn’t say anything. doesn’t need to.

something changes after that. steve fucks billy in his plaid nightmare of a room and drags him to the bathroom to dab at his cuts and scrapes right after.

brushes the backs of his knuckles across bruised ribs and frowns.

billy tugs at his hair and brings their lips together. almost gentle.

it’s too fragile for a name, whatever they have.

it’s summer when billy first mentions andy. billy’s sitting on steve’s bed and steve’s looking at him in the way that he does whenever billy reveals a part of himself. eager to soak it up and bask in it.

billy shows steve how to sign his name. how to say please and thank you, bitch and motherfucker.

“what’s-” steve’s hair has fallen over his forehead and billy reaches out to brush it back. unthinking. “what’s ‘i love you’?”

billy freezes.

his heart pounds. they haven’t- they don’t-

“you sweet on someone, harrington?” teasing is easy and billy’s a coward.

“oh, you know.” steve shrugs and it would be casual if he wasn’t looking at billy like that. “kinda.”

“yeah?” billy looks away. focuses on steve’s boxers which billy knows have been in that exact spot on the floor for the last three days. “anyone i know?”

“you might.”

billy shakes his head, grins. “hot?” he asks.

steve just nods, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he edges his fingers towards billy’s on the comforter until they’re intertwined.

billy opens his mouth but steve leans forward and kisses the next smart ass response right off of his lips. winds long fingers into his hair and steals billy’s breath away.

makes his stomach do flips in that way that only steve can.

billy leaves with a smile on his face.

something crashes into his car on the drive back and everything goes dark.

five months, a ‘mall fire’, a shadow monster and seemingly endless hours stuck in a hospital bed later, billy finds himself in a house straight out of texas chainsaw, standing next to max as everyone debates on what to do next.

billy keeps quiet. doesn’t have much to say these days. he bites at his lower lip before looking across the room at steve.

steve smiles at him. something small and private.

everyone’s talking, no one’s paying attention to them.

steve raises his right hand. tucks his two middle fingers down and points the other two toward the ceiling, thumb sticking out.

billy’s cheeks flush and his heart pounds.

thinks it might jump right out of his chest if he isn’t careful.

his stomach does somersaults and he vows that if they get out of this, he’ll tell steve.

he’ll tell him.

for now he raises his left hand. two fingers down, two up, thumb out.