#Avalanche the Architect

[vieformidable]

Located in Mogno Switzerland, he Church of San Giovanni Battista was rebuilt between 1992 and 1996 by the well-known Italian architect, Mario Botta. The church was built on the site of the small 17th-century chapel that was destroyed by the 1986 avalanche that decimated the small village of Mogno in Maggia Valley.

[soapoet]

PJO pick-a-card reading

Nico di Angelo; Your shadow side

Soapy scribbles: As the title may suggest, this reading is a little dark and full of terrors. Be mindful of this before you read, and judge for yourself whether or not now is a good time to explore the dark. You can always come back later, or never, so fret not if you need to run away and hide. Take good care of yourself, ok? ♡

01.

Shufflemancy: Triggered by SkyDxddy

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, do you feel like Atlas holding the world upon your shoulders to keep your near and dear safe and sound, whilst toying with the thought of dropping those burdens and crushing them like ants, berating them for taking you for granted? The mental load you take on leaves you feeling so capable, yet frustrated with all who by comparison appear foolish and incompetent. You think highly of yourself, but like a flick of a switch you crumble on the shower floor crying for mercy, sending prayers down the drain because yours is a life of the ivory tower and the free fall from it, repeated like a cruel joke stuck in an inescapable loop. He loves me, he loves me not, except you count petals of your own self-worth. You're a genius, you're an idiot. Gorgeous and sweet, vile and grotesque.

You're opinionated, well-read, and seemingly surrounded by imbeciles, yet a silver tongue so easily gets tied as you fear mistakes. Trauma has left you paranoid. Do you fear retaliation? The avalanche triggered by a little hiccup, which buries you, encasing your mistake forevermore, so that shame is to you what the smile is to Mona Lisa and the whole world may gawk and point and laugh and dissect and analyse and theorise centuries from now about how you, a fool, screwed up once and that once was enough to destroy the perception of you which you so carefully tried to protect.

Houdini, you vanish like ashes to the wind, yet crave to be seen and heard and felt and touched. Rejection frightens you, so you perfect the art of care and service. Who could reject a helping hand? What then, when it is never reciprocal, nobody texts you first, unless of course they need something from you? Then you writhe as the anger in your veins burn. Your surface calm hides riptides threatening to grab and pull traitors out to sea to drown. Unable to express your darkest feelings, you've made a name for yourself for your serenity, yet beneath the surface you have been screaming your whole life. Would it kill them to ask you how you are and make space to truly receive the honest answer? You feel like an imposter, a charming attendee at a masquerade who's on a wanted poster for the crimes you commit inside your head at the slightest inconvenience.

02.

Shufflemancy: (S)aint by Marilyn Manson

Everything is perfect, and what isn't must be made so. You do not take shortcuts, you do not round up or down. Like a surgeon your precision is immaculate, but the scalpel cuts deep and swift and you are full of marks of real and imagined flaws and failures you tried to surgically remove. Impossible are the only standards that you know. Enough is not a word in any language that you speak. There is always something you could have done better. As though you were born into a fixer-upper, you became an architect, drawing up careful plans of grandure, which you construct from the rubble. Yet every tile eventually cracks, the paint chips and the hardwoodwood scuffs, so you tear everything back down to ruins and begin anew. You are forever under construction, and always on a tight schedule and low on resources, and never in a million years could you hire a lending hand. Because only you dance with perfection, only you know its touch, and nobody else should get their grubby little hands on fragile things that they'll just break.

You wish so earnestly to be seen. To shine beautifully and be admired by all, but in your paralysing fear of judgement you hide away. To perfect your reflection, your craft, to stride forth with books atop your head with enviable grace. One day you'll show 'em, you say, though you know that you're both the captive of the tower and the beast that guards it. You tell yourself you must earn your keep in the kingdom, unable to rest because the list of things to do is never-ending and replenishes like clockwork, a task done only invites another.

Yet from this tower you gaze upon the crowds, green with envy for their ability to let life happen without white-knuckling the reins. To swim with the current, not against it. And those lucky few, to whom things, a struggle to you, comes with such ease? You could burn them at the stake, and perhaps have in your mind, but this fleeting image invisiblen to all, as through gritted teeth and throbbing jaw and knotted neck, all illusioned into a bright, proud smile, you're the first to stand and give ovation for the achievements of others. Then you slip away from their awfully bright light, into the shadows to scream and cry and punish yourself for not fitting into their shoes. And when they stumble and fall? From the shadows nobody can see your Chesire grin of malice. Which, of course, only adds yet another flaw, another crack in need of mending. Because oh, to be free of this never-ending waltz with self-loathing and misplaced blame, and be whole and happy within yourself and uplift others without walking barefoot on glass doing so.

03.

Shufflemancy: Nobody praying for me by Seether

Peter Pan, won't you grow up? You scrunch your nose and grimace at the very thought. You're capable and incapable baked into a concoction of leftovers at the month's end. Tired and done with the judgement of those you, dripping with sarcasm, call better folks. The naysayers nagging and sticking their noses into businesses none of theirs. Yet at the same time you feel lost and without direction. A free bird in flight, soaring across glimmering seas, with no place to land. Inertia, both an enemy and a lover, lulls you so easily into breadcrumb trails full of wonderful distractions. Only to then strike down the facade of the snow globe dreamscape as it falls and shatters on the floor, leaving you to pick up the pieces and cut your hands on the shards.

Mountains of unfinished projects and tasks lay before you, and no beaten path or compass exists for you to rely on. Alarms and memos blaring, screaming your name and calling you a failure with every ring. Everything done last minute or not at all. Feeling helpless and dependent on others for assistance as the world comes crumbling down seemingly weekly. You point to people, circumstances, the planets and the stars, looking for a scapegoat as you flee from guilt and shame in this horrid cycle you feel unable to escape. To admit you could have had more forethought would be to allow the world to place the dunce hat on your head. To never again be taken seriously. You look away, you run, from the consequences of your own actions and inactions. Hiding under a blanket like a child, certain no monster can see you if you can't see them.

The fear of missing out lurking in your peripheral like a predator waiting for its chance to pounce the second you feel as though your peers are so far ahead of you as you run the race of life with your laces tied together like a cruel joke. What did you do so differently to not deserve guidance, where is your coach, your safety network? You're standing outside in the cold winter watching families in their warm dining rooms making merry, wondering if they'd spare you a slice of bread if you knocked on the door. But the discomfort of cold knuckles against cold hard wood or fingers on a frozen knocker keeps you walking, talking to the streetlights who'd never judge you. Your constant need to justify yourself, explain every word you said which seemingly always fails to land on the tarmac. Every project takes flight but crash lands, and the whole world seems to gather to investigate and scrutinise your pilot error. And you're angry, so frustrated you could cry and wish only to raise your voice, scream in the face of judgement and close their airways. Tell them it isn't fair, that they're all lucky and have no idea what it's like to live life on hardmode, to be ridiculed and reduced to the butt of a joke, forced to serve as the archetypal fool and assumed you'll never amount to anything. Yet you fear your own shadow, certain it could overpower you because it sees what nobody else sees and knows the truth of your neglect and envy and endless chase of the highs at the cost of your desires which need the care and attention you can't give them.

[aceghosts]

ALL I KNOW IS A PLACE WHERE I HAUNTED (Rooney Shepard, b. April 11th, 2042)

MOD LIST | SPOTIFY (Youtube links are included in the titles of the songs. Be warned; some of the music videos contain flashing lights.)

I. The Altar/Mary by Silverstein | II. Uneven Odds by Sleeping At Last | III. Are You Ready To Live? by Dream State | IV. Mars by Sleeping At Last | V. Soldier's Eyes by Jack Savoretti | VI. Memento Mori by Architects | VII. Too Close/Too Late by Spiritbox | VIII. Paranoid by I Prevail | IX. Running From My Shadow by Mike Shinoda feat. grandson | X. again&again by Against the Current feat. guardin | XI. Avalanche by Bring Me the Horizon | XII. Taxi Cab by Twenty One Pilots | XIII. Who We Are by Hozier | XIV. Give Me the Future by Bastille | XV. Jaded by Spiritbox | XVI. Curse by Architects | XVII. SENSITIVE by MOTHICA | XVIII. lullaby by Against the Current | XIX. I DON'T WANNA DO THIS ANYMORE by PVRIS | XX. Meteor by Architects | XXI. Life Less Frightening by Rise Against | XXII. Rinzler by Daft Punk | XXIII. A Long Way Down by Le Castle Vania | XXIV. Glow in the Dark by MOTHICA | XXV. The Anchor by Bastille | XXVI. Knights of Cydonia by Muse | XXVII. Kingslayer by Bring Me the Horizon feat. BABYMETAL | XXVIII. Already Over by Mike Shinoda | XXIX. Deep End by I Prevail | XXX. Landslide by Fleetwood Mac | XXXI. Oldies Station by Twenty One Pilots | XXXII. Two by Sleeping At Last | XXXIII. Burning in the Skies by Linkin Park | XXXIV. Black Dog by SAMURAI | XXXV. Contra la Luna by P.T. Adamczyk | XXXVI. The Foundations of Decay by My Chemical Romance | XXXVII. Hereafter by Architects | XXXVIII. The Game Has Changed by Daft Punk | XXXIV. Wetwork by Le Castle Vania | XXXX. So Much (For) Stardust by Fall Out Boy

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[thew0man]

Welcome to my Masterlist of attempted art / my art journey.

A lot of content will be NSFW 18+ only MDNI. I will rate after each listed.

Under 18’s please respect these ratings.

Thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the divider

Papa IV - Copia

🎨 “Hold You For A Minute” - SFW

🎨 Copia sleeping in - SFW

🎨 Christmas Markets with Copia - SFW

🎨 “Kaisarion” - SFW

🎨 Papa IV Portrait - SFW

🎨 Rat4U - SFW

🎨 Papa IV napping - SFW

🎨 Papa IV Flowers For You - SFW

🎨 The Professor - NSFW 18+ Only MDNI. Suggestive and disheveled.

🎨 “Deluded By Wisdom” - NSFW 18+ Only MDNI Plushia censored.

🎨 “Serving Messiah” - NSFW. Suggestive. 18+ only

🎨 “Summon The Divine” - NSFW. Very suggestive. 18+ only

🎨 Papa IV In Blue - Technically SFW but the angle and expression can be construed as NSFW

🎨 “Countdown Together” - NSFW ish MDNI 18+ only

🎨 “Can You Feel The Rumble” - NSFW MDNI 18+ only. Naked butt cheeks.

Cardinal Copia

🎨 “The Altar” - NSFW. Nothing on show but it is a shoe licking kink. 18+ only

🎨 DTIS Johnny Bush’s ‘Clandestine’ - NSFW Plushia censored MDNI 18+ only

🎨 “Women Insatiable” - NSFW Shower Nudity (Plushia censored) 18+ only

🎨 “Divine You Feel” - NSFW. Nudity (Plushia censored on the nip that will get me banned 🙄) MDNI 18+ only

🎨 “Perverted Wishes and Dreams” - NSFW. VERY suggestive. Nudity. 18+ only

🎨 “Perverted Wishes” - NSFW. Full nudity (Plushia censored) 18+ only

🎨 “The Scars Inside You” - NSFW. Nudity, they are doing the Cowgirl. 18+ only. MDNI

📝 Accompanying fic on AO3 - NSFW. 18+ only. MDNI. Additional trigger warnings.

🎨 “Confessional” - NSFW. VERY suggestive if you are looking for it. 18+ only

🎨 “Obsessed an’ Poised” - NSFW. Suggestive. 18+ only

🎨 ”Receive, Consume” - NSFW ish

🎨 “Excursion Of Possibilities” - SFW

🎨 The Cardinal Reading - SFW

🎨 Cardinal Copia Portrait - SFW

🎨 Cardinal Copia Red Suit - SFW

🎨 Dinner With Copia - SFW

🎨 Dancing With Copia - SFW

🎨 Mistletoe - SFW

🎨 “Dark Architect” - SFW

🎨 “Stay With Me” - SFW, maybe some ish vibes?

🎨 Reading with Copia - SFW

🎨 Avalanche - SFW a little cheeky.

Papa III - Terzo

🎨 “Sleigh” NSFW ish

🎨 “Come Unto Me” - NSFW. Suggestive. MDNI 18+ only.

🎨 “The Son Lascivious” - NSFW. VERY suggestive. 18+ only

🎨 “This Night Of Ritual” - NSFW. Full nudity (Plushia censored) 18+ only

🎨 Gluttony - NSFW 18+ only MDNI. Full nudity (Plushia censored)

🎨 “A Temptress Smitten” - NSFW. Very suggestive. 18+ only

📝 Accompanying ficlet to A Temptress Smitten - SFW

Papa II - Secondo

🎨 Secondo Loves Ice Cream - SFW

📝 Accompanying HC to Secondo loving ice cream - SFW

🎨 Secondo as a firefighter - NSFW ish (topless) MDNI

Papa I - Primo

🎨 Primo Bodyguard - SFW. There is a PewPew 🔫

🎨 “Earthly Delight” - NSFW. Full Nudity (Plushia censored) MDNI 18+ only

Multi / All / Ghoul

🎨 Halloween Costume Contest - SFW

📝 HCs about how it would go if you and Papa got a pet together.

🎨 Dewdrop, Cardinal Era - SFW

OC

🎨 “The Woman” - SFW

[infinitiumme]

St Benedict's Chapel, Sumvitg Zwitserland

By Peter Zumthor

The Chapel of Saint Benedict  is a Roman Catholic church located in Sumvitg, Surselva Region, canton of Graubünden, Switzerland.

After a 1984 avalanche destroyed a Baroque chapel on the same site, the Disentis Abbey decided to build a new chapel. Architect Peter Zumthor won the architectural competition for the project. The new chapel was built between 1985 and 1989 for a total cost of CHF 600,000. Jürg Buchliand Jürg Conzett were the engineers.

Some pictures by me made this summer (some also with leica c2 camera)

[phthalology]

obligatory sav + eris for the wip meme

This grew basically from talking to silt and to @synnthamonsugar and realizing that I hadn't done enough of just forcing these two to look into each others' eyes in current canon. I will admit that current canon has been deeply uninspiring to me in regards to fic. However, I'm also doing a different huge writing project that may well have taken all the energy I'd usually use massaging canon into shape. Anyway, it's possibly about Sav surviving the end of TWQ but going into Tower custody anyway. Eris deals with not getting to kill her. Eris deals with the two of them being weirdly similar. Savathun deals with being a Lightbearer and having shown her childhood journals to The Guardian.

I may or may not have posted this excerpt before:

Savathûn hissed. Without thinking about it, Eris hissed back in the Hive language something that meant some combination of “hush” and “shut up.” She wasn’t sure of the context, whether she had spoken to the Witch-Queen like a monarch or a child. What mattered was that she had used this word in the Pit to turn aside thrall who had heard her rustling in the side tunnels. The thrall had thought she was one of them, or one of the Knights, and suspected no more than they would have one of their own.

For Hive, the mix of suspicion and quiet acceptance of atrocity created the backbone of their ancient, architected society. Suspicion often won out. Now, Savathûn tipped her head in a surprisingly human gesture she had likely picked up not from one of Eris’ kin but from Immaru

… not solidarity, not truce, but comfort nonetheless. The lack of fear of physical pain soothed her. Walls would not collapse, the Iron Lords’ mountain would not pour out avalanches because Eris Morn sat quietly with the Witch Queen.

[ghost-bee-07]

Ranting about Robin as an Al-An Fictionkin

Mostly because I miss her and when I was an architect god dammit

Robin once tried to have me blink into her underwater base (yes in source she had multiple bases, found it more conventional and functional) and I was forced to be sitting at all times because the ceiling was so low for me, however, I didn’t mind. Minus for the first entry because her entrance was purely human sized. (I accidentally poked a hole in the wall)

The time I asked Robin about how human companionship and love works and she spent almost two extra hours awake than what was recommended by her pda explaining it to me, and no I still didn’t understand

I remember how Robin would smile when she made something she went out and searched in a dangerous or far-away spot getting the materials for, she was so proud of herself and it made me happy too!

The time she managed to get her favorite song onto her pda and danced in an emptier large room of her base and danced with me by wiggling and holding onto my normal arms

Robin once asked me if I was autistic or mentally ill when she was very sleepy, her reasoning was the way I stood, the t-rex arm thing, she demonstrated and I didn’t know what it meant at all for awhile

All the rants Robin would go on talking about her home planet and what human families are like, it was genuinely interesting and she seemed happy and both a bit sad to reflect on those memories, she said it was because she misses that life and I can understand that

The time when Robin used me like a horse, climbing my front legs and sitting on my back, I was super confused, her weight also felt extremely weird there. She proceeded to stand up and grab onto my horn-like structures and compared me to a bull.

I remember the several times Robin would absentmindedly lean on me or have a hand on my leg or hook her arm through the leg gap thing, most of the time she didn’t realize she was doing the first two, that was my first introduction to physical affection. It quickly became my favorite thing, it made me feel warm.

I would regularly force my body to walk with Robin, my legs would be decently sore but that was okay, when we were on icebergs. I also remember saving Robin from snow stalkers on countless occasions. The ice worms were admittedly a “no you’re not going there” area. I simply would not allow my first companion in I don’t even know how long to die, especially not like that.

Robin once fabricated a large fuzzy blanket for me at night when I was still allowed to be in her base, I started draping it over me when we went to the icebergs, it was possibly my favorite item (a snow stalker ate it)

Gardening was my favorite activity before me and Robin left the planet, Robin would give me lots of seeds as gifts (some she ate and I was confused by it at first but I didn’t really want to ask since humans are already weird enough)

Robin taught me how to high-five, and hug-

Robin once saw me get caught in a flash avalanche and thought I died since I didn’t immediately respond telling her I was fine and she used her snow fox to rush down the ice to me and saw me almost scorpioned covered in snow. The conversation went something like “how can you even do that with your bone structure” “I don’t know and my back legs won’t go back” she giggles “Robin I require your assistance” she almost burst into laughter before pushing me over to help me. It was not a good day-

[palavapeite]

WOOHOO! 1, 4, 7, 8 and 16 for choose violence please! :D :D :D

I'm gonna go with ofmd for these because that's the one I have most opinions about right now (jsamn unfortunately populated only by impeccable content and delightful people, BOOOH).

This is also not going to be very bitchy, I apologise.

the character everyone gets wrong

Izzy, hands down see what i did there ehehehee, in particular the Izzy-Ed dynamic in a lot of fic. And I'm really not talking about stories where Izzy is a background asshole in an Ed/Stede romance and basically just a plot point; those are fine. But particularly in Izzy-centric and/or Calicohands fic I have actually had to filter out fic that had Ed in it on occasion because wow, have I seen some hot garbage there. I get that Izzy is a polarising character in general, but I really balk at fic that has to somehow paint him as Ed’s victim to make him worthy of sympathy? Excuse you, the man is a cunt, he’s insecure, cruel, and he is largely the architect of his own downfall at every turn, both because it’s a comedy and because it’s also baked into his insecurity complex. And I find that compelling, actually. I don’t need a fic explaining to me that, actually, Izzy has done nothing wrong and really, Ed is the cruel and manipulative control freak (???) to feel like Izzy deserves my sympathy as a reader. (And to be fair, the other side of the big Izzy-shaped chasm in the fandom isn’t much better because blegh, I get that you need a villain, but with the fervour with which some people out there are driving home the point that they think he’s The Worst Ever, they’re making Ed look like a hapless idiot in comparison, at the cost of plot and world-internal logic. And that is also BAD and I just can’t with that.)

Admittedly, some people have also gotten it deliciously right. So it’s not like everyone does it, but… you know.

(Conveniently, I have avoided writing that dynamic in detail altogether. Peace out. [Exit stage left atop high horse.])

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

I haven’t actually ever blocked anyone for fandom reasons that I remember. The worst I’ve done in any fandom was unfollow people, and the spiciest reason I ever did that for was that they were reblogging a bit too much (read: any) discourse onto my dash.

I have one (1) person muted on AO3 though because they were clogging up a very dear tag with their content that was decidedly Not For Me. And I’m purposely not saying which fandom/tag it was because that tag isn’t busy and I’m not trying to start shit, so… yeah. Sorry, I’m very boring on that front. :P No, I promise it’s not you. That person will never see this post.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how the fandom acts about them?

I think I’ve gotten pretty lucky with the (corners of) fandoms I’ve been in? idk. There’s always waves and trends of interpretation with characters and some are more my thing and some I grow tired of really fast, but I don’t think it’s ever affected my view or enjoyment of a character as such. But without trying to belabour the Izzy point above, I took several steps back from both writing and reading about him after being subjected to an avalanche of hot takes that just kind of killed the fun and the irreverent spirit of shaking the gremlin man for a good while for me.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Idk about “common” fandom opinion, but it makes no sense for Ed to have a praise kink. His whole life consists of people telling him how great he is, and it doesn’t do anything for him?  That being said, have I read and enjoyed fic in which Ed has a praise kink? Yes. Yes I have. Several. Repeatedly. And it will happen again.

Also, while we’re here: Stede is not a good parent. I get that it’s comfortable and tempting to make him into a father who cares deeply, especially in AUs, and it’s not like I actually mind it in fic either (I have the daddy issues too, ok), but canonically, he’s the kind of occasional fun dad who does zero actual parenting and is never there. And by the same token he and Mary wouldn’t be great friends after their divorce, either, because they’re still fundamentally different people who have nothing in common,. That’s not magically going to change just because they’re no longer married. And again: I have absolutely enjoyed fics where these things were front and center, but as a fandom, I think we’re a bit too prone to sand down Stede’s edges when it comes to his family.  

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)   

The problem with this question is that I can understand why people like something most of the time, regardless of whether I agree, lmao.

BUT: I have stuck my nose and sniffed around in a lot of nooks and crannies of the ofmd fandom, but I remain benevolently baffled by Stede/Izzy (without Ed). (again, “so many people” in a fandom of this size is… maybe a bit generous, but I’ve seen it often enough by now to have paused to go “???” at it, so I’m counting it.)  

Thank you! <3 I'm sorry I couldn't be more ranty. I swear, I'm usually a huge bitch about things.

[beforeyoufall-bk]

Austere Accomplishment

Astounding authors abide in altruistic anecdotes

Ambassadors for ascertaining alluring artists, animation, and artistry

Admiring affirmation and awards - asserting amity

Aided by angelic apostates ascribing amazing acumen

Apprentices auction autographs of aesthetes - appreciating acclaimed achievers

 - -

Attractive archangel assassins assault and audit an aced audition

Ancient and awkward - an aberration aimed at atrophy

All are after answers and agreement: Atrocious…

Architects and artisans aroused, applying accessible automaton alerts

Assimilate or apologize!

Appease afflicted academia with alacrity!

 - -

Avoid applause - achieve apathy as your ammo - abandon arguments

Add ambition - aspire, adapt, arise, ascend!

Abolish addiction and authorize an avalanche of awakened athletes

Awards and adventures abound

 - -

Agitated arbiters appear

Aisles of agents awaken to analyze and avenge

Abort assignment! Abort, abort!

BK's responses will be delayed from November 18th-30th. He is roaming around Japan on vacation.

またね

I hope these thoughts are helpful. Thank you so much for reading. I Agape-Love you all.

Until next time, God bless.

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If you crave more… nay, NEED more, then click below for more poems by BK Johnsen:

https://vocal.media/poets/what-is-this-life

https://vocal.media/poets/the-day-i-knew-i-needed-you

[thesunshinereporter]

Rapper Avalanche The Architect, a Former OVO Artist, Brokers Truce Between Hiphop Giants After Festival Fight and Bridle Path Shooting

http://dlvr.it/T9KTWd

[newsheadlinesnow]

Rapper Avalanche The Architect, a Former OVO Artist, Brokers Truce Between Hiphop Giants After Festival Fight and Bridle Path Shooting

http://dlvr.it/T9KSNb

[hopetribune]

Rapper Avalanche The Architect, a Former OVO Artist, Brokers Truce Between Hiphop Giants After Festival Fight and Bridle Path Shooting

http://dlvr.it/T9KS44

[thealphareporter]

Toronto Rapper Avalanche The Architect Set to Release Exciting News Boom Bap Mix Tape Album

http://dlvr.it/T9KRpH

[conversationpoint]

Toronto Rapper Avalanche The Architect Makes Cameo in Kendrick Lamar’s “Not Like Us”

http://dlvr.it/T9KMC0

[comiccrusaders]

Toronto Rapper Avalanche The Architect Expands His Empire with Martial Art Schools and Snake Farms! #hiphop #martialarts @AVALANCHE_RAP https://ow.ly/8T4i50Svk3h

[universalnewspoint]

Celebrating Independence Day, Avalanche the Architect Advocates for Freedom of Speech Through Music

http://dlvr.it/T975hY