#I love the smell of napalm in the morning

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[adamedits]

I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

[ellie--eille]

When all the notifications look like pornbots

[cloud3francois]

Apocalypse Now: The French Plantation Analysis

[ladyniniane]

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

I was working on an old fanfic that I can’t finish and just thought of an idea for a scene, something that my oc could do to themselves while in an impossible situation, something so self-destructive and dangerous that it could lead to their death or at least give them life-lasting injuries

And I’m making this face while thinking about it:

[soutakuphi]

"I love the smell of napalm in the morning."

In regards to the latest chapter of CSM as of posting, felt like drawing a Yoru inspired by Apocalypse Now

[mcflymemes]

THE GREATEST MOVIE QUOTES OF ALL TIME *  assorted dialogue from famous films, adjust as necessary

[name], i think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

frankly, my dear, i don't give a damn.

i'll have what she's having.

i have a feeling we're not in kansas anymore.

i'm as mad as hell, and i'm not going to take this anymore!

you're gonna need a bigger boat.

nobody puts baby in a corner.

well. nobody's perfect.

you can't fight in here! this is the war room!

get away from her, you bitch!

houston, we have a problem.

when someone asks you if you're a god, you say yes!

i am no man!

i love the smell of napalm in the morning.

you had me at "hello."

i'm also just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

don't call me shirley.

i feel the need... the need for speed!

i'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse.

i know it was you, [name]. you broke my heart.

just when i thought i was out, they pull me back in.

you can't handle the truth!

i can do this all day.

the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

snakes. why did it have to be snakes?

clever girl.

what, like it's hard?

you shall not pass.

that's my secret, [name]. i'm always angry.

i wish i knew how to quit you.

get busy living, or get busy dying.

ugh, as if!

i'll be back.

there's no crying in baseball!

some men just want to watch the world burn.

take your stinking paws off me!

screws fall out all the time. the world's an imperfect place.

life moves pretty fast. you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

i'm sorry, [name]. i'm afraid i can't do that.

a strange game. the only winning move is not to play.

are you crazy? the fall will probably kill you!

i see dead people.

if you build it, he will come.

with great power comes great responsibility.

roads? where we're going, we don't need roads.

go ahead. make my day.

say hello to my little friend!

are you not entertained?

i'm not bad. i'm just drawn that way.

i've seen things you people wouldn't believe.

i have a bad feeling about this.

you talkin' to me?

what's in the box?

your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries!

that rug really tied the room together, did it not?

you cut the turkey without me?

i'm not even supposed to be here today.

you'll shoot your eye out, kid.

boy, that escalated quickly.

you don't wanna get mixed up with a guy like me.

i know kung-fu.

now i have a machine gun.

what is your damage, [name]?

what we've got here is failure to communicate.

here's looking at you, kid.

fasten your seatbelts. it's going to be a bumpy night.

love means never having to say you're sorry.

there's no place like home.

why don't you come up sometime and see me?

i'm walkin' here!

i want to be alone.

round up the usual suspects.

you know how to whistle, don't you, [name]?

we rob banks.

we'll always have paris.

well, nobody's perfect.

a boy's best friend is his mother.

keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into.

what a dump?

[name], you're trying to seduce me. aren't you?

is it safe?

i have always depended on the kindness of strangers.

hello, gorgeous.

a martini. shaken, not stirred.

seize the day. make your lives extraordinary.

snap out of it!

[sspextkr]

okay okay

so like I love zombies and I love tbosbas sooo tbosbas characters(I think you only do the guys right? 🤔if so, my fav dude is coryo) x reader in a zombie au :3

🔦 ocean eyes - snowjanus/gn!reader

burning cities and napalm skies one of dr gaul's latest creations– or monstrosities– has broken containment and caused a full blown apocalypse in the capitol. it's been chaos for the past few weeks.. but at least you had them.

trigger warnings: none that i can think of?? just lots of fear and anxiety.

a/n: you're getting the oneshot treatment because i fucking love this idea ( btw i write for everyone but mainly the boys because I am a giant fag). also sejanus is here because :3

it was storming. hard. rain battered down against the roof of the snow's penthouse– what you were now calling home base. the walk was tedious, but it provided safety in many ways.

coriolanus had run out to see if he could find any food.. anywhere. this wasn't his first rodeo, the war from a decade ago acting as a training session for him of some sorts.

you decided to try and get some amount of rest, exhausted by the whole ordeal. the outbreak started a month ago, and you had barely slept a wink since. how you were going was still a mystery.

sejanus wasn't anywhere to be found either, having run off to perform his own errand. being alone for this long caused anxiety to settle in your stomach, sprawling up your throat and squeezing your neck, nearly choking you.

you were curled up on coriolanus' bed, hugging the stuffed dog he had tightly to your chest. it smelled like him– roses and old books, oddly enough. each time the thunder would rip through the clouds above, you'd clutch it a little tighter.

after a good while of drifting in and out of sleep, the door to coriolanus' room opened. your head shot up, and you were met with the comforting sight of sejanus. "just me, babe. you can go back to sleep."

".. wasn't asleep in the first place." you said, laying your head back down. sejanus slipped off his rain soaked jacket and muddy boots before laying down beside you.

"when was the last time you got any sleep..?" you didn't answer, but it told him everything he needed to know. ".. c'mere." nearly effortlessly, he pulled you in closer, draping a leg over your own as he settled your head against his chest. "try. please."

you closed your eyes, pressing your cheek against his chest. the sound of his heartbeat– sturdy and slow– acted as a lullaby, allowing you to drift off.

coriolanus returned home after another hour or so, completely drenched in rain and sweat. what he wouldn't give for a shower. noticing his bedroom door was open, not closed as he had left it, he peaked his head into his room and found his two lovers laying on his bed, supposedly asleep.

as quietly as he could, he stepped into the room, stripping off his own soaked garments and throwing them into a pile on top of sejanus' own.

speak of the devil. "y'find anything?" sejanus asked, voice thick with sleep.

coriolanus shook his head no, pulling his drenched t-shirt off over his head. "not yet.. i'll go out again once the rain clears. how were things here?"

".. they're okay. finally got them to sleep, thank god.. i think this is really starting to get to them."

"it's getting to everyone." coriolanus grabbed a towel off of the back of a chair and began to dry his hair. ".. but i know what you're trying to say."

"just wish there was more i could do.. any news on that cure yet?"

"with dr. gaul having been killed this morning? no." coriolanus laughed sadly, placing the towel down and smoothing out his damp curls with a hand.

sejanus' eyebrows shot straight up. "killed-?"

"shh.." the blond sat down on the bed beside the two of you, leaving you sandwiched in the middle. "it's a long story.. i'll tell you later. why don't you try and get some sleep, too?"

"it's fine.."

"sej," coriolanus continued. "please. just.. a nap or something. for me?"

sejanus glanced at coriolanus before glancing down at you. he gave in, resting his head on his pillow again. coriolanus sighed in what felt like relief before laying down himself, staring up at the ceiling. sejanus reached a hand over you to grab coriolanus', giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"we're gonna make it through this." the brunette spoke.

".. we can only hope. the odds aren't exactly in our favor."

[elbovari]

I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

Apocalypse Now, Francis Ford Coppola (1979)

[ace-cf-cups]

What's going on? I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

[onetangosierra]

I Love the Smell of Napalm in the Morning. Robert Duvall on the set of Apocalypse Now (1979).

[lightdancer1]

LOL LMAO at people who think hating on Iroh is actually describing the character:

The real Iroh was the Shoigu of the Fire Nation who happily conducted a genocidal war of aggression and was BFF with the genocidal Rough Rhinos and presumably the people who did rape, butcher, and burn in the Water Tribes. He pulled a Gaza/Mariupol on Ba Sing Se, and fundamentally is the kind of slimy cowardly hypocrite to be unwilling to face his own brother in a fight but perfectly happy to tell Zuko to put his rabid sister down when he, who has the power to stop the omnicidal maniac who wanted the entire world to burn did not see that as a sufficient problem.

The only reason he 'liberated' Ba Sing Se in methods right out of the Second Indochina War to a point you expected to see him squatting there saying "I love the smell of napalm in the morning" was butthurt that his niece did at 14 what he couldn't for 693 days with a huge-ass army.

Cartoon Iroh was also a perv who molested a woman, at a purely petty level, and given what people like him got up to in real life General-Prince Iroh, Dragon of the West, was probably much worse than that when his every whim was law.

The problem the canon has it tells you this man who spent 90% of his life as daddy's golden boy hatchetman putting nations to the sword changed when he spends the end of the First Season arranging for the murder of the Moon and never accepts his responsibility in that at multiple levels, and ultimately is again the same cowardly little fuck who demanded the next generation do what he was unwilling to do.

Mako dying was a tragedy and at a Watsonian level it means the fandom is blighted with Saint Iroh, who is so much less interesting than the actual character described here, because he's a bland boring magic grandpa who casually kicks 14 year olds off boats neck-first.

[guigz1-coldwar]

"I love the smell of napalm in the morning"

[hard----onthe-outside]

I love the smell of Napalm in the morning

[evilhorse]

I love the smell of napalmed M.O.D.O.K. in the morning!

(X-Men #34)