#flight of the intruder

[illiana-mystery]

He really is one cute commander.

[retrocgads]

USA 1990

[bangjiazheng]

Flight of the Intruder Walkthrough Gameplay ★NES★ HD1080p

[cinemaquiles]

CINCO FILMES DE GUERRA COM TOM SIZEMORE PARA VER NO STREAMING

[alltrekvarnews]

Tom Sizemore muere: la estrella de 'Saving Private Ryan' y 'Black Hawk Down' con decenas de créditos en cine y televisión tenía 61 años.

[travelunraveluk]

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[bamsara]

Currently stuck at the airport alone for over 9 hours on a 17 hour total travel time today and as soon as I figure out how to connect to the airport wifi it's over for you hoes /j

[awkward-sultana]

(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Elizabeth Tudor's dark blue robe with gold beading in 3x06,10,17

[ringleaderising]

The door has been opened // The static is calling // Been waiting for you here // Forever and always // So admit your fears // Do they know you're here ?

In keeping with my slapdashed methodology for doing lore... The most recent member of the host receives his first.

This is INTRUDER- the canonical and real-life most recent member to join The Host. As with his contemporaries, INTRUDER is something of a minor God; The Static Reflection domains himself within technology, haunting the inky black of screens left dormant. While he copies whoever is looking back at him at any given moment, he was likely a spiral in life, as it is the visage he favors when not stalking prey. His talents in mimicry are not perfect- always depicting himself slightly incorrectly- something easy to miss, if not paying enough attention to your own reflection- looping eyes, a splintered, two-pronged jaw constantly open at the lower half of his face and a network of wicked, twisting horns- a split second is largely all he needs-

as the moment you glance back, your reflection is your own again, and INTRUDER has entered your home. Constantly cragging with digital static and speaking with a crackling, fuzzy tone of voice, the spiral's actions upon being given access to prey is unknown- but those who have survived encounters with INTRUDER never seem quite right afterward- looping gazes, twitching, unnatural movements, and a constant mumble of one word.

"SUBMIT."

[illiana-mystery]

I love this man in uniform.

[retrocgads]

USA 1990

[fr-familiar-bracket]

[hoodedfigure-no99]

Crying, I’m crying.

They left the TV on, but I see movement outside the window of my brightly decorated room. Eyes, hands everywhere, looking like twisted gnarled trees, fingers bent at abnormal angles.

Mom…dad…where are you and why won’t you come to me? I need you…

Movement on the TV now, maybe sent by my parents to calm me down. Maybe a cute show like Sesame Street.

No.

Who is this on the screen? I don’t know him but he has a smile on his face. Smiles make me smile. My crying starts to wane, though never completely. There’s something about the man, this intruder, that keeps me wary. The toy above my crib spins, though I’m not sure how. The movement distracts me from the screen, and I cry again when I look back and no longer see the face.

With contorted flesh and broken bones, I have made myself known.

I hear footsteps near my crib, followed by strange-feeling hands around my sides. They didn’t feel like mom’s hands, nor dad’s. Fingers were spindly and possibly broken; gently poking into my sides, lumpy palms trying to fit my form within them. With a quickness the hands lift me up and out of the crib; my bed. I cry at the intensity and confusion of it all. Who is picking me up?

Mom…dad…where are you and why won’t you come to me? I need you…this isn’t you picking me up…

I hear crying from the door. Mom, is that you? Why won’t you come in and take me back? I cry back, wailing a plea to my parents. They won’t save you, the being holding me whispers, while adjusting me to fit more comfortably. He wasn’t warm. He wasn’t freezing either, but it was in fact a body I could perhaps gain some comfort from.

In fact, the being whispers again, they aren’t your parents at all. I look up at the man, oh, it’s the man from the screen… he looks different though, his skin looks droopy in spots while places on his forehead seemed too tight. His eyes splayed across his face in some kind of asymmetrical grotesqueness. He wasn’t at all a human. And yet, he held me tight, like mom would do when I cried. Mom… a sleepy thought floated through my head. My screaming and crying subsided, exhaustion taking over. The man stood there for a few more minutes. You’ll meet your siblings soon, It said. But for now, rest your little eyes my child.

My. Child. The voice said, deep and distorted.

The crying coming from the bedroom door and the static on the TV slowly faded away as I let sleep take my small form.

——- years later. ———

“Dad, look! There’s someone funny on the TV! They look just like me!”

[cinemaquiles]

FILMES GENÉRICOS DE TOP GUN PARA VOCÊ ENCARAR!

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Daffy: Well, this is the end of Devil Five- O - Five. Sthay goodbye, jerk!

Tasmanian Devil: Goodbye jerk!

Daffy: Eject, Eject, Eject!

[jack-able]