#Demolition Row

[alterouslyinlove]

where is my beloved. i miss him.

[rightnewshindi]

संजौली अवैध मस्जिद से जुड़ी सुनवाई 5 अक्टूबर तक टली, जानें क्या है मुस्लिम पक्ष का दावा

संजौली अवैध मस्जिद से जुड़ी सुनवाई 5 अक्टूबर तक टली, जानें क्या है मुस्लिम पक्ष का दावा #News #sanjaulimasjid #mosque #spirituality #Islam #community #faith #prayer #architecture #religionsite #peace #unity #culture #harmony #serenity #worship #ramadan

Shimla News: हिमाचल प्रदेश की राजधानी शिमला की संजौली मस्जिद को लेकर छिड़े विवाद के बीच आज (7 सितंबर) को कोर्ट में सुनवाई होनी थी, जोकि 5 अक्टूबर तक टल गई है. मस्जिद को लेकर सालों से विवाद चल रहा है. जहां एक पक्ष का कहना है कि मस्जिद अवैध जमीन पर बनाई गई है, तो वहीं दूसरे पक्ष का कहना है कि मस्जिद अवैध जमीन पर नहीं बनाई गई है, मस्जिद वक्फ की जमीन पर बनाई गई है. मस्जिद को लेकर चल रहा यह विवाद साल…

[mockerycrow]

SIGHT — PLATONIC!141 (FLUFFTOBER)

flufftober 2023 - 429 words

THE SIGHT OF everyone together soothed you. Whether it’s seeing everyone gathered around a meeting table to discuss the details of a mission, or maybe everyone sitting in a row at a bar or around a restaurant’s table, or maybe even perhaps just everyone together around a table playing a board game on base. You adore watching your teammates interact; the way the corners of Price’s eyes crinkle in amusement when Ghost begins to tell his poor puns, and Soap responding with a groan and trying to one-up him. Gaz, who is blank faced and totally unamused the entire time although you know deep down he wants to crack a smile.

You tend to be in the same room as Soap and Gaz when they are given the task of examining shrapnel of old bombs and IEDs as they’re both demolitions experts. usually it’s either Soap or Gaz alone, but you cherish the moments it’s the both of them. You watch them bicker over what part is what and what piece of metal belonged where and in a way, it was endearing to see the two argue and then come together to focus and reconstruct the device as best as they could with what they were provided with. They always call you over to see if the scraps actually look like they form into something and you comply after getting your glances worth of a lifetime.

With Ghost, you enjoy seeing him around base, but especially either in the training room, or the field. Watching Ghost’s (usually) strict workout routine get interrupted by Soap nearly everyday is entertaining; so entertaining in fact that you notice Ghost’s behavior change in the gym. Around a certain time, you can tell Ghost is expecting the Scot to appear out of nowhere like usual. On the field, it’s a bit morbid, you truly do admire Ghost’s work ethic. He’s very good with knives and you can’t help but admire whenever he has to use them. His voice dips deeper ever so slightly, and you highly enjoy watching him work with the team.

Your favorite moment to see overall, is when you’re all together. This could be on the field, or in a bar. It could be in a hospital by someone’s side, or it could be a rooftop somewhere, watching the sunset before switching watch shifts. These are moments you never take for granted, especially in your line of work. Seeing their faces, their eyes and their smiles—watching Ghost’s body language change overtime, everyone coming closer together?

There’s no place you’d rather be.

[sister-2-sleep]

The Last Time (almost) Every MCR Song Was Played

I saw someone do this for tbp so I'm doing it for all the songs

Bullets

Romance: May 12, 2006

Honey : October 24, 2010

Vampires : March 26, 2023

Drowning lessons : October 17, 2004

Our lady of sorrows : March 25, 2023

Halos : October 11, 2022

Skylines and turnstiles: March 17, 2023

Monroeville : October 29, 2005

Best day ever : October 11, 2022

Cubicles : Never played live (from what i can find)

Demolition Lovers : October 11, 2022

Three cheers

Helena : March 26, 2023

Give em hell kid : March 26, 2023

To the end : May 12, 2006

Prison : March 26, 2023

I'm not ok: March 26, 2023

Ghost of you: March 26, 2023

Jetset life: May 4, 2008

Interlude: May 4, 2008

Venom: March 26, 2023

Hang em high: October 12, 2022

Fashion statement : March 26, 2023

Cemetery drive: March 14, 2023

Ntywidfal: October 12, 2022

Black parade

The end: October 7, 2007

Dead: August 27, 2011

How I disappear: March 26, 2023

Sharpest lives: May 9, 2008

Wttbp: March 26, 2023

I don't love you: October 17, 2022

House of wolves: March 20, 2023

Cancer: March 19, 2023

Mama: March 26, 2023

Sleep: March 26, 2023

Teenagers: March 26, 2023

Disenchanted: October 7, 2007

Last words: March 26, 2023

Blood: Never (only ever audio recordings)

Danger Days

Na na na: March 26, 2023

Bulletproof heart : September 8, 2022

Sing: October 17, 2022

Planetary: March 25, 2023

Only hope: October 15, 2022

Party poison: April 23, 2011

Save yourself: October 15, 2022

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W: October 15, 2022

Summertime : March 20, 2023

Destroya: March 25, 2023

Kids from yesterday: March 25, 2023

Vampire money: March 19, 2023

Conventional Weapons

Boy division : March 26, 2023

Tomorrows money: August 30, 2022

Ambulance : Never been played

Gun: Never been played

World is ugly: March 26, 2023

Light behind your eyes: Never been played

Kiss the ring: August 8, 2009

Make room: September 24, 2022

Surrender the night: September 15, 2022

Burn bright: September 10, 2022

Mad Gear and Missile Kid

F.T.W.W.W. : Never been played

Ravenkroft: October 15, 2022

Black dragon: Never been played

Other

Foundations: March 26, 2023

Sister to sleep: October 17, 2022

all the angels : October 14, 2022

Heavan help us : October 17, 2022

Kill all your friends: March 25, 2023

My way home: May 9, 2008

Eagles : March 26, 2023

Fake your death: October 17, 2022

Desert song: October 12, 2022

Bury me in black: March 26, 2023

Desolation row: October 11, 2022 at

Song 2 (blur cover) : June 18, 2007

Under pressure (queen cover) : March 29, 2005

We will rock you (queen cover) : August 26, 2011

If I missed any lmk lol. And I will update this after WWWY next year.

[random-brushstrokes]

Maurice Cullen - The Bird Shop, St. Lawrence Street (ca. 1920)

Born in Newfoundland in 1866 and raised in Montreal, Cullen began his artistic career as a sculptor here in Canada before moving to Paris to study at the prestigious École des Beaux-Arts at the young age of 22. While there, he met artists from across Europe and North America and was exposed to the full breadth of 19th century French art – including the revolutionary style and techniques of the Impressionists. Inspired by these works, Cullen abandoned sculpture and took up landscape painting, eventually exhibiting his works at the Paris Salon in 1894. Shortly thereafter, Cullen returned to Canada and brought the Impressionists’ style of painting to the Canadian wilderness and the gritty cityscape of his new home, Montreal. Using a darker colour pallet than his French counterparts, Cullen became an expert at capturing snowy landscapes and the rosy, semi-haze of twilight – which can be seen in The Bird Shop, St. Lawrence Street. The piece shows the snow-covered St. Lawrence Street at dusk. In the foreground, a horse-drawn sleigh is pulled up a hill in front of a row of snow-covered shops. The sky is a gauzy, silvery grey with soft snowflakes blanketing several darkened figures hurriedly going about their evening. In contrast to the shadowy street, the shop windows are aglow with warm yellows and shimmering greens. Looking closely, the lights inside each shop seem to twinkle in the growing dusk, seemingly inviting viewers in for a warm drink. The bird shop depicted in this work was located on the east side of St. Lawrence Street, south of Sherbrooke Street and just above Ontario Street until its demolition in the early 1980s. While the bird shop may be gone, something about the twinkling lights and hurried snowfall walks feels familiar, even today. (source)

[newkatzkafe2023]

So, How would the Wukong's react to S/O doing something kinda big for them. Like, they've been gone all day and come home to their partner making a dinner date and making sure everything's set up for them to relax together?

Awwww Date night🌹🥂💋💒

(Lmk Wukong) Oh he missed you terribly, you told him you were leaving early for work and that you would be late. Wukong was cool with it but hours and hours and hours later he saw it was it was getting late and he started to miss you, occasionally leaving texts you told him the same thing until you told him to meet him at the park. Wukong was very confused and soon he flew to the park and saw that....

A picnic😮!! Wukong gasped as you said surprise. He teared up and blushed and ran to hug you, he said thank you and he loves you as he sat with you on your date.

(MKR Wukong) He's in one of his moods, he woke up and saw that you weren't next to him. That already pissed him off because you didn't even leave a note. He of course ask if the pilgrims the saw you and they said no, pigsy teasing that maybe we got Tired of him which in return , he got a bruise shin. Luckily Fruity told him that we just went out and that will be back later, Which successfully calm him down. After a while you came back and he was ready to Interrogate you, when you told him that you had a surprise for him. Wukong was confused when he followed you later that night and saw a....

tea shop with a table outside, you told him that it was something nice to do since he's been moody and stress lately. He did look grumpy but the blush tells you he likes it😉😊

(HIB Wukong) You were gone the whole day, and ask Luier and Pigsy to distract Wukong which you went out with Silly girl. It worked for a bit since Luier's motor mouth was useful for once, but he was quick to notice that you weren't there and neither was silly girl. He would have freaked out, if you came back with Silly girl that Exact Second. He was relieved until you put a blindfold on him and told him that you were going somewhere, which confused him and felt you pulling him along. Then after a bit you told him to take of his blindfold and saw....

Fireworks?! you took him to see fireworks, a surprise date, for just the 2 of you. Wukong was stunned, but he pulled you close as a silent thank you.

(NR Wukong) He's pouting all over the garage. You had left for work in the morning which is ok whatever to him but it's around 5 and your still not home. He called and texted you a few times but he only got Voice-mail or has been left on read, now he rarely gets upset with you but it's slowly getting there until you ran in the garage excited. Wukong was Confused, relieved, but still a bit upset with you until you told him...

(You) WUKONG I GOT THE TICKETS!!!!🤩🤩🤩🤩

(Wukong) Tickets??? Tickets for what???🤨

You pulled out the tickets for...

(You) THE DEMOLITION DERBY BABY!!!!!!! PREPARE TO SPEND THE WEEKEND WATCHING CARS EXPLODE!!!!!!!!! I GOT FRONT ROW SEATS TOO!!!!!!!🤩🥳🤯

Wukong felt his anger disappear into thin air, And replace with excitement,Well that explains Why you did so much overtime for your job😊😊😊😊

(Netflix Wukong) He noticed something was missing, Something that's always supposed to be there. Or more like it became part of his life, and because of this feeling Wukong felt empty. He then went to tell Lin about this emotion and emptiness until she asked

(Lin) Did you see (Y/N) yet????

Then it hit him He didn't know if he talked to you at all today, he didn't even remember seeing you and you guys live in the same house. Wukong thanked Lin and went to look for you but he couldn't find you anywhere. He then slowly begin to panic as he had no idea where you are, he freaked out and teared up his thoughts being. Why didn't I pay attention?! What if she's hurt?! What if she got kidnapped?! What if she got sick of me and....abandoned me??😥🥺😭 Wukong Try to remain rational while stopping himself from crying. Then he noticed something on the cabinet, he ask ran and ask Lin to read it for him and it saids,

Wukong meet me by the market at 3 I have a surprise for you🙂

It was currently around 2:45 or something But he was too anxious to wait. So he left the house and went looking for you, he got to the market and saw you, and is that a CARNIVAL?!🎡

You greeted him and told him that a fair was In town and you wanted to spend the day with him in it. Wukong ran over and quickly hugged you tightly, happy to see you, feeling his heart slow down a bit Upon being in your presence. After that you both went in to have a blast😄🎊🎉

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG💋

[feeble13]

well sometimes you just have to listen to demolition lovers 10x in a row to drown the sorrows

[ghostingaces]

We Need To Talk About Glass | 141 x Reader/Oc

Synopsis; There’s something not right about the rookie

Warnings; vague horror themes and foul language

Notes; Glass is technically an oc but I don’t mention a name or physical description in this, even though she has one, is because this is kind of like a screen test for her. The only description so far is she's tall, Irish, and has plale eyes. This au is also inspired by this and this which I absolutely adore. This is my first piece of writing on this site so I hope you enjoy.

Its also only Price and Ghost for now. It’s a bit rough. Part Two here.

▄︻̷̿┻̿═━ 一

Most of the file before him was blacked out.

Rows upon rows of dark lines stared back at him as he flickered through the manilla folder, crime scene like photos of bloodshed tacked to pages after pages of mission reports. Occasionally the repetitive drivel would be interrupted by a disciplinary report, but those were drowned out with commendations.

“No picture?” Prime hummed as he flipped back to the first page.

“No Sir” The Irish Ranger in front of him answers. He's a tall man, bald with keen green eyes, and the rookies former CO. Lieutenant Byrne. A respectable and very capable man. A man who’s knuckles had been bone white on the file when he handed it over, green gaze refusing to flicker over the pictures he had probably seen dozens of times already. He had probably lived through several.

Price cast his gaze back down to the first page of the rookies file. Her name was simple and easy to remember, but distinct enough to suit her stature. He read it twice again just to make sure that it stuck though.

 He rubbed his eyes as an uncomfortable itch overtook them.

“Infiltration, demolitions, interrogation, guerrilla warfare..., Jack of all trades aren't you...” He read over the callsign inscribed on the page “Glass”

The figure in the corner nodded. A scratchy voice echoed from behind the balaclava “Yes sir”

He had barley noticed the woman when she had walked into the briefing room behind Lieutenant Byrne. Draped in all black and of a similar stature to the man, she had seemed more of a shadow then person. By the time Price had realised she wasn't just an apparition, she had retreated into the dark like she belonged there. 

“Before you're cleared for active duty you'll run some sims with the team” He explained. He settled his gaze on where he thought her eyes would be but could only see the shimmer of something staring back at him.

“Yes Sir”

“Even after that you won't be let out on the field for a while, not until you sim scores are perfect. Any objections?”

“No Sir”

“I expect perfection for my team, no room for mistakes.” Price stood from his desk and circled it slowly so he could sit closer to Glass (what was her name again?) and stare into the depths of the shadows that covered her “Understood”

There was what he perceived as a nod “Yes Sir”

“Good.” He grunted before reaching out to the other ranger for a grateful handshake “Lieutenant Byrne, thank you for the introduction but I can take it from here”

“Of course Sir” The irishman smiled aloofly has he shook the captains hand, grip firm, before stepping back closer to the woman “I’ll be out of you hair by the morning.”

Captain Price nodded with an amicable smile and watched as Byrne stepped closer to the woman who had moved to face him. They spoke in hushed voices, a flush of cold sweat gathering across the mans bald head, and what sounds like him snapping out a small ‘behave’ bounced around the room before he moved briskly to the door.  It open with a scream of rusted hinges.

“Good luck Sir” Lieutenant Byrne smile tightly and shut the door behind him.

Good luck?

Price watched him go, head turned towards the door, before looking back to Glass.

She was closer than before.

A lot closer.

He could make out the structure of sharp bones under the black balaclava, high cheeks and an almost roman nose, as well as tired pale eyes that seemed to look perpetually glassy. He looked away when the itch returned. John huffed, callused hands rubbing his eyes softly, and watched in his peripheral is Glass continued to stare.

When the ache subsided, he offered a hand to shake “Welcome to the 141″

The corners of her eye crinkled every so slightly and he caught what looked like a smile in her dead eyes “Happy to be here Sir”

He could feel the ice of her skin through her gloves when they shook hands. Something distinctly wrong settled in his chest as he stared into her almost fake looking eyes. (Iris too glass like, pupils to much like a void)

What was her name again?

▄︻̷̿┻̿═━ 一

There was something wrong with Glass.

Something almost artificial, something uneven in the way she walked. Something doll like in the way she turned her head.

Ghost, the paranoid man that he was, noticed it first.

Noticed the lights that flickered when she walked into the room, a figure that wasn't her appearing in the shadow, before the bulbs would return to their usual florescent glow. The woman didn't seem to notice (or she didn't care) and was content to to carry on with her day. Ghosts eyes would follow her though, catching her gaze in the mirror she walked past. (He knew for a fact all the mirrors in her room were covered)

Her reflection would linger a moment while her body walked on.

Every instance of wrongness was so quick.

Too quick, like she was teasing him. 

Daring him to say something.

He never told anyone he saw it happen

She made attempts to be normal. Well versed on most topics, she held up conversation easily (if you could ignore you own voice echoing back at you occasionally) but her gaze seemed to pierce through you. Glassy. Fake. Eyes more lifeless than the taxidermy deer head his father hung above the mantle.

He’d watch her for the rest of the day. 

He'd watch as she stalked from room to room, lingering in the back, ghoulishly pale eyes fixated on the people that milled about, as if waiting on one to walk off alone so she could follow. Stalking like a predator, like something hungry. 

People had been going MIA recently 

He’d never seen her eat, never drink, never seen a sliver of skin that wasn't the greasepaint covered flesh around her eyes. Hands constantly bound in leather gloves, tall body locked away in layers of black fabric and body armour. However, in spite of the heavy boots she wore, her steps were basically soundless. She moved like smoke.

“Keep sneaking up on me and I might shoot you” He had snapped one day, tone playful but a genuine threat thinly veiled in his words. He wasn't comfortable with her at his back, not with the knife always on her belt.

Glass has simply laughed, the sound as grating as nails on a chalk board, before she slinked off to to bother Soap or linger in Prices shadow, knife hilt glittering like polished gold.

A Celtic cross was carved into the handle.

A similar gold one hung from a thin chain around her neck, weathered with age and handling, but meticulously cared for.

Soap had asked is she believed in God when he first saw it dangling around her throat, polished gold blindingly vibrant against the blood and black of her tac vest. The chain was short which made the sigil sit right on her breastbone, right above rows of magazines waiting to be used.

Glass had chuckled hoarsely, like she thought having faith in something was more of a desperate joke more than anything else, before spinning a painful vague story about a grandmother and family heirlooms.

Ghost new many people in the service who believed in one god or another, he knew how important it was in a job like this to have something to hold onto to ground yourself when the bullets started flying and bodies dropped around you. Knew it was better to have anything than to let horror of the job eat you alive.

But Glass?

He knew no god could help that creature.

[balltons]

minors + ageless blogs dni

cw; violent threat towards reader, implied non-con (for the future), suggestive, mean f!reader, meaner johnny

getting this out my system real quick because i’m cooking something a bit longer in the meantime.

johnny who is bestowed with the job of protecting you, daughter of an esteemed political figure who has a hit on his head.

and by association, you do too.

however, instead of keeping you locked away in their big mansion, your father sends you to a safe house in scotland. after all, if he can’t reach you, how can the enemy?

so johnny stays with you in some shack on one of the less populated islands. even though he specializes in demolition, he’s a good guard dog; standing by each entrance and exit, his eyes zeroed in on any movement he catches in the window. it seemed like a good job, fairly low stakes, great pay. just taking care of a pretty little thing. there hardly seemed to be any downsides.

of course, till you opened your mouth.

you comment on his eating habits, snide comments about how he could consume the entirety of a bath and be hungry. you never fail to poke fun at his accent, calling him ‘incomprehensible’. and then you complain, wishing how you were anywhere but here, that despite the many people who want you and your father’s head on a stick, he should take you back so you can sleep in an actual bed rather than the rusty twin the safe house provides.

though, you aren’t the one sleeping on the floor, are you?

johnny could feel each of his nerves begin to snap the longer he stayed with you. he reset himself every day, trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. it was fear that gave you such a bad attitude, you were probably so scared, homesick even. this persona of you that he made was the only thing keeping him from shoving that silver spoon down your throat and making you choke on it.

that is, until one evening.

“i’m bored,” you groan for the nth time in the nth day in a row. johnny just rolls his eyes, looking through the sniper scope as he analyzes outside. when it all looks clear does he finally face you, a frown etched on his lips, “pity, should we tell th’ queen?” he asks dryly, walking over into the kitchen to crack open another can of soup. there’s only a few cans left, and he notes he’ll have to go back into town soon, preferably tomorrow.

you scoff, arms crossed over your chest as you stare up at him from the bed. “y’know, you can at least enunciate a bit more when you speak. i have a hard time understanding you as is,” you tell him, and johnny’s eye twitches. “duly noted, yer majesty.”

as he pours the soup in the can, you continue to blabber on, “i don’t know what my dad was thinking when he was hiring you. i mean, you’re barely qualified,” johnny’s mouth sets into a thin line, “you don’t even look like the type,” you say with a brief laugh.

his teeth begun to grind together, “lass, i’d ‘preciate some quiet-“

“if anything, you look like some mongrel off the street. dumb one at that,” you click your tongue, examining the state of your nails and writing a manicure on your to-do list for when you get back, “wouldn’t be surprised if that’s where you’re really from, doesn’t seem like you belong anywhere else.”

he doesn’t know what it is, maybe it’s the comparison you made, judging his accent, or calling him a homeless stray, but johnny finally snaps.

the soup is long forgotten on the stovetop as johnny walks over, approaching the bed. before you have even a chance to register what’s going on, johnny is on you, dragging you by the hair to bring you down to the floor.

you hit the hardwood with a grunt, eyes closing shut as your knees ache, “l-let go of me you bea-“ you barely have time to get the words out as johnny leads you with your hair, your face pressed against the front of his pants.

“listen tae me,” he growls, fingers tightening around your locks, “i’m about one grumble away from breaking yer jaw, dinnae look away,” he stresses as your eyes dart across the room. slowly, you force yourself to look at him, watching as johnny takes a deep breath.

“but, i will give ye a chance tae prove ye can do more wi' that mouth than just complain, sound fair?” when you remain still at his question, he shakes your head a bit, “i asked a question, princess.”

eagerly, you nod your head, fear compelling you to open your mouth as well, “i-it sounds fair, johnny, it- it does,” you agree, praying he doesn’t break your jaw to how nervous you are.

after what seems like an eternity, johnny lessens his grip on your hair, but he keeps you close to his clothed groin as he sits back into the bed. you’re forced to follow, on your knees in front of him.

“now,” he starts, his tone carrying a heavy weight despite the more playful tone he uses. he pushes your head back just a bit, his hand moving to his cargos, undoing the belt.

“let’s see what this bonnie mouth o' yers can do, aye?”

[dear-ao3]

okay wait this makes me want to listen to MCR… what style of music is it?

omg omg omg

its rock but its been lumped into emo and poppunk a few times???? hard rock??? its definately rock tho and its fucking incredible. it really depends on what album you listen to for which genre

listen to every album in order though. or u will not have the Correct Experience.

if ur less into like. screaming and more into like pop esque sounds, danger days is good

if u wanna really get the full experience, start at bullets and end at foundations of decay

if itll help; heres my favorite albums in order, tho i love em all

1) three cheers for sweet revenge: this is all about anger and dealing with it and stuff. its a lot more intense (thats my opinion tho) its incredible. my favorite songs off it are: to the end, thank you for the venom, hang em high, and also the entire album. not a bad song on the album. no skips here.

2) black parade. the story and concept behind it is really great. this was my first album i listened to of them, so its high up here for sentimental reasons. no skip album. i love famous last words, disenchanted,and dead. LISTEN TO THIS ALBUM IN ORDER.

3. conventional weapons: not technically just one album?? idk how to explain it, but every song fucks immensely. the light behind your eyes is probably my favorite song by mcr. do not listen to this song in public you will cry.

4. i brought you my bullets.....etc: fantastic album. no skip album. my older brother learned the first song on the album (romance) on guitar bc i bullied him into it. truly a fantastic album. i love vampires will never hurt you and demolition lovers. definately more "screamy" tho, so if u dont like that, dont start w bullets

5. danger days. i fucking love danger days. its based around a really cool concept (look into it. or else). its such a good album. its a lot peppier than the others but also itll hurt u in ways u cannot imagine. i fucking love party poison and planatary go. sing changed something in me. again. no skip album

listen to desolation row.

this list was hard to make, so honestly: listen to all of them in chronological order.

i love every album and every album is no skip.

yall feel free to put ur thoughts in here!

[breadandblankets]

CivE Duke - inspired by this post by mysterycitrus

This was one of Duke's favorite parts of his job. Not that one, the other one, the civilian one.

"Duke Thomas," his mother had told him when he got his engineer's seal crimp in the mail. "Is every bit Gotham's hero as much as The Signal is."

Every other week it seemed he donned his steel toed boots, hard hat, and high vis and went to look at the bones of some old building.

Most days were sat at his desk in a nice comfy high rise in Old Gotham, eyes glued to the searing white of some ancient as-builts on his screen. (As-builts, especially in Gotham, were more of a suggestion than a rule, his team had started calling them "Maybe-builts" and it fit more than he'd like.)

Gotham, in Duke's experience, had good bones for the most part. Even caked in years and years of grime, asbestos, and mob snitches, there was beauty in pulling away the facade to look at all that union-made bessemer steel.

Today on the chopping block was a Park Row mid-rise, slated for either refurbishment or demolition, all depending on Duke's word.

It wasn't anything even close to the rush of saving a life, but there is a light feeling he gets, knowing that some old structure can be reused.

Duke knows its a little silly to get sad when something old is beyond saving, especially when he signs over it's death.

"It's like a forest fire," his dad had told him once, after he watched his first controlled demolition. "You gotta burn out the dead things so new things can live."

This building though, Duke has a good feeling about it. Or at least that is what he tells his trainee, Ines, while he scans the building with his X-ray vision.

Ines Borja is a bright kid fresh from the hell that is Gotham U's CivE program, she's not a Gotham native but while living here she fell in love with the city (and it's cost of living). According to her, New York isn't much worse, Gotham's just weirder.

Weird is, unfortunately, Duke's bread and butter. They pick through delapidated rooms with crumbling sheet rock with mostly intact concrete encased steel. He spots some areas with crumbling concrete that he points out to Ines, who dutifully takes photos.

"Those are areas we'll need to test for water penetration and corrosion," Duke explains.

He's explaining other testing that will need to be done, radar of the foundation, metallurgical testing, etc, when they hear yelling outside.

For a moment Duke ignores it, but the hard walls carry echos of what's being said.

"I'm not going to ask again, your money asshole!"

The flat thud of a notebook hitting the ground is the last thing Ines hears as Duke takes off like a shot.

His site walk boots are heavy, much much heavier than his Signal boots. They're for protection and insulation from the hard concrete he has to stand on all day. They're so not meant for running, he thinks as he barrels out of the survey site and around the corner.

There are two figures in the alley when he stomps into the scene, slipping his hard hat off. The mugger is on the younger end, thats about all the analysis Duke gets to do before he sees the gun.

It's nice sometimes, Duke things, as he spins like a discus thrower, to fight normal city problems. He's liable to get bogged down in big world ending shit that sometimes its just nice to save a mugging victim.

The reinforced plastic leaves his fingers in a rush, aimed straight and true, slamming into the gun in the mugger's right hand.

Both the mugger and muggee have a moment of shock before Duke slams into the first guy like a freight train, knocking him out of the confrontation and onto the ground.

"I'd advise you sit down for a moment," Duke says to the would-be mugger, flatly. He turns to the shaking older man.

"Sir are you alright," he asks politely.

"I am now," the older man, well dressed but not wealthy in the way that Duke knows people in the town are. "Thank you very much."

"Alright then," Duke says calmly, he fishes in his pockets for one of the many business cards he always keeps on himself. It's for a therapist, and a good one in Duke's opinion. A profession in too short supply in Gotham. "Might be best if you get on with your day, I'll stay with this young gentleman here."

The older man is clearly a true Gothamite, because he doesn't protest, just moves along. Probably not even the most traumatic thing the guy's witnessed in the last year.

Duke turns to young man on the ground, who hasn't moved a muscle from where Duke put him just a second ago.

"Hey man I don't want any trouble."

Ines chooses this moment to catch up, her skin flushed and she's panting, She is still carrying all the gear with her, which no doubt slowed her down.

"Bit late for that yeah?" Duke questions with a raise of his brow, he motions with his chin in the direction of the gun. It's a couple yards off, resting comfortably with his hard hat. "What's your name?"

"David sir, i-its not even loaded, just to scare people a bit," all comes out in a rush, the young man, David, is clearly terrified.

"Hey, I know, it's hard out here," Duke placates. Out of one of the seemingly endless pockets on his work pants he pulls out his wallet. Out comes two more cards and a couple of bills. "Listen, here's fifty bucks, go get yourself something to eat."

"I-"

"Hold on, I'm not done," Duke says. "This is the information for Leslie's clinic down the street, she can help you with a lot, or just point you towards someone who can. If you need anything else this is the Wayne Ent outreach office, the director there is Elaine, tell her Duke sent you."

"You- you're not going to call the cops?" David asks, bewildered.

"And have them do what? You're robbing a man for twenty dollars with a gun that has no bullets," Duke observes. "You clearly don't need jail time you need a hand."

As if to illustrate his point, Duke reaches out to help him up. David hesitates for a split second, before accepting the offered hand.

"Seriously thought," Duke continues. "Leslie and m-Elaine helped me though some of the worst times of my life okay, reach out to them, they can help, you're not in this alone."

David looked like he was about to cry.

"Thank you man, just thank you."

"Just looking out for my fellow man," Duke replies. "Now get going I got work."

David laughs a little at that before shuffling awkwardly by Ines. Duke turns to look at her.

"You are like, officially the coolest boss I've ever had," she tells him seriously.

"No way, didn't your last boss bow hunt wild boar?"

"Yeah but that's jack all compared to my Apparently incredibly based current boss."

Duke chuckles: "You don't even know about my teenage years."

"What, you were doing child anti-cop anarco-communist action?"

"More or less."

"Based as fuck," she says, amazed.

Duke just shrugs.

"My mom always said: never accept the world as it is, make it better. And so I do, so i will."

Duke turns a little, to look back at the mid-rise that will have new life breathed into it sooner or later.

So I will.

[vintage-every-day]

In 1960, renowned photojournalist Ormond Gigli brought together a group of 43 women, each clad in chic, vibrant attire, and strategically placed them in the 41 windows of a traditional New York City brownstone. In the years to follow, this resulting image would gain recognition as Gigli's most iconic piece of art. In those days, Gigli operated from a studio on East 58th Street, nestled in the vibrant heart of Manhattan. Directly across the street was a row of townhouses marked for imminent demolition. Driven by the urge to encapsulate the beauty of these soon-to-be-demolished structures, Gigli was committed to creating a captivating image that would serve as a lasting tribute to the neighborhood he had grown so fond of. Gigli persevered despite lacking the financial resources to hire professional models or any budget for a non-commissioned picture. He negotiated with the building's foreman, convincing him to allocate a two-hour window for his endeavor and to ensure the window spaces were cleared. With a vision of his 'dream' picture, Gigli approached a modeling agency he had previously collaborated with. He appealed to models to volunteer their time to be a part of his ambitious project, asking them to dress as they wished and arrive during their lunch break.

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

Gambit of Crystal Peak (she/they, aromantic, possibly ace as well but who knows)

Species: Cricket

Design based of: House Cricket

As a toddler, Gambit was part of a large and poor family. When she grew a little older, she was your typical troublemaker, ending up in places she shouldn't be because her family was busy working to keep everyone fed. She would often get lost, hurt or dirty from playing outside constantly. Kind of a wild child.

Then, at some point, a load of caravans with merchants was passing by. They are usually a family of their own, with rows and rows of homes and shops on wheels, passing by the roads like a train. Gambit got invested and during their stay near home, she got around helping the merchants and traders, earning her first dime.

As the merchants were to leave, Gambit insisted to come along. It wouldn't be the first time the folks of the caravan would take bugs with them as long as they would help with work. Gambit was stocked for it and her family agreed that she'd be better off with them, seeing the world but still having someone to keep a watchful eye on her. 

Gambit traveled with them for years, seeing various places and kingdoms, both through hardships of the weather and people, thieves and welcoming bugs with shelter. The caravan folks helped her grow some communication skills and thought her many songs and stories she would often whistle through work.

At some point, they arrived and stopped at Hallownest. Intrigued by the mines, she went to explore the place. Well attuned to the sounds, she could hear the crystals "sing", soon learning from the miners that those are charged with energy used to power devices. She was practically a natural at hearing them, surprising miners to the point of asking her to stay and work for them and at first, she denied, having her current "family" with the merchants.

However, as the caravans lingered within Hallownest due to good business, Gambit got to visit the mines as well as the miners working there. They acted like a big family, just like her merchant folks. She got close with few of them, got introduced to the director of the mines, Cineraria (AKA Dusty), Galo the supervisor, the musicians... her core felt "at home" so she started to doubt her decision from earlier.

What completely sold her on it is when she was introduced to the dynamite! Blowing rocks and crystals up brought back the rush she had as a kid when she scaled dangerous cliff sides on her own or running for her life from an enraged wild critter! She decided to focus on becoming a demolition expert of Crystal Peak! The merchants understood, as once again, it wasn't the first time someone leaves the caravan crew in pursuit for something greater. They bid the teen Gambit goodbye with hopes to see her again some day. Gambit never cried so much in her life, both from joy and sadness.

: 

Time has passed, many issues arose at the kingdom of Hallownest. Nobles demanded greater distribution and shipment of powered crystals, life got quite busy at the mines. Still, the miners persisted, sticking together as a family, looking after each other, sharing burdens and grief of lost miners, sharing food and shelter... Through sacrifices of Dreamers, the Vessel, the disappearance of the King, the silence of the Queen, the mystery of the Great Knights... they persisted as long as they could...

This made Gambit grow a calmer poise. She learned to be serious and not mess around. She wasn't the smartest but she knew about living a life more than some miners every did. She persisted and so did her family.

Then, one day, when traveling back to the mines from the Crossroads, she heard a faint cry....

THE COMIC STARTS

FURTHER STORY, FUTURE COMIC SPOILERS BELLOW! (if I ever continue it that is!)

:

Gambit took the grub as her own and did her best to raise it. Once it pupated, she learned that the mystery child was some kind of butterfly. It quickly became adored by the miners as there weren't a lot of kids left at the mines' community.  

A lot of folks fled due to the slow and steady decline of the kingdom's state. Those who could flee did and those who didn't have anywhere else to go stayed with hopes that them sticking together will be enough to keep everyone safe. 

Given the name Silva by Dusty, the little butterfly was a little troublemaker of her own. It was uncanny how much she resembled Gambit as a child, wondering off on her own, getting lost within the mines, almost getting gravely injured... Gambit finally got the taste of her own medicine. She cursed her younger self for not realizing the dangers but in the same time was proud how much Silva was also learning and gaining experience this way. 

As she grew, the mines got worse. The reappearance of the infection was a disaster. Lockdowns around the kingdom begun to take place, mines included. Few miners got infected as well. They were losing their friends and families to it... 

Silva just hit her teen years when this happened. They struggled to survive and hide from the miners who lost themselves to dreams. Gambit, unfortunately, was losing herself in this too. 

Seeing her family members no longer being themselves, she focused on protecting Silva, keeping her safe. Unfortunately, the pressure allowed her own mind to slip away... she was no longer strong enough. 

Her mind was running after Silva to keep her close and safe but in reality she was almost hurting her. Silva fled to the Hallownest Crown, no longer having space to hide and run from Gambit, she hid behind the large statue. Gambit, in her foggy infected mind, went after and slipped off the cliff to her death... Silva was alone.

[thefugitivesaint]

It's been quite some time since I presented a mix of music for whoever out there accepts such offerings, so I thought I would extract a few songs that I dumped into a folder as potential mix material for your acquaintance. METZ's 'Demolition Row' is from a 2022 split with Adulkt Life and I think this song moves. It's loud and noisy and it works for me.

Molar's' track 'Ausl​ä​nnerwahlrecht' (which translated to something like "foreigner's voting rights") is from 2018. It's one minute and 30 seconds of angry punk. That's a generic description but it's a serviceable one.

Tame's 'Molars' is from 2019. Bass driven is always a plus with me.

Tempers' 'What Isn't There' is from 2015. The other tracks on this album don't do much for me but I would play this one in any goth/industrial club and I think the crowd would snack on this without complaint.

Dance Chapter were an early signing to the 4AD label and their two releases went practically unnoticed and unappreciated. 'Demolished Sanctuary' is from their 1981 EP, ''Chapter II''. IMO it should be considered a classic goth track (At the very least it's goth adjacent).

'Hunger for a Way Out' is from Sweeping Promises' 2020 debut. I'll just lazily label it as post-punk. Why not? What's the real use of genre labels anyway?

That's it. Now go about with your life.

[leoolol]

day 14!!!! :3

so.. this is the 4th(?) day in a row im posting this song :3 HAHA