#over the edge

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THELMA AND LOUISE (1991) Dir. Ridley Scott

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OVER THE EDGE 𝘅 THE OUTSIDERS Matt Dillon's first role, Richie White, was a precursor to his most famous role as Dallas Winston in the movie The Outsiders. Released in 1979, Over the Edge was a movie about children who were made to be delinquents in their suburban neighborhood and their rebellion when the one place they could go to to be teenagers is taken away. Matt Dillon's character, Richie, is a known troublemaker who meets his end after raising his gun to the dogged crooked cop, Sgt. Doberman. In The Outsiders, he meets a similar fate as Dallas Winston, gunned down in front of his delinquent friends after raising an unloaded gun to the cops.

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Matt Dillon in "Over the Edge" (dir. Jonathan Kaplan - 1979).

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if you're looking for a new marauders story, drop down for me

Hey, friends. dropping a sneak peak of my new story "Over The Edge"

this WIP has been going since November and I'm beyond exciting to start posting this summer. this story follows all the characters we know and love from day one of school all the way through to the war, and there is a sequel planned for Harry's era as well.

I bring sneak peaks in the form of angsty character quotes

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Undertaker

1999’s Over The Edge

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1979 - Detroit

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A clown and a rat demand financial compensation from a bat :P

This is a screen shot re draw from the episode "Over the Edge" from The New Batman Adventures of Harley Quinn and Jervis Tetch.

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Tom Fergus as CLAUDE ZACHARY OVER THE EDGE (1979) dir. Jonathan Kaplan

"The overalls that I was wearing in the film were actually Pam's [Pamela Ludwig who played Cory]. I never wanted to wear girls clothes but they made me do it. As far as Kurt Cobain, I've read that Kurt Cobain loved 'Over The Edge' and so I think the film is responsible for, at least, the grunge wardrobe movement kind-of-thing." [x]

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Heaven :x: Hell first reactions

Heaven Side:

Waiting On A Twist Of Fate - we already know this is a banger

Landmines - fun and catchy, just some good classic pop-punk vibes

I Can't Wait - now this feels like truly oldschool Sum 41

Time Won't Wait - gotta be honest here, this one is missing a certain je ne sais quoi. If I had to guess i'd say this was one of the ones that was originally written for a different artist

Future Primitive - hella Offspring vibes on this one and I'm here for it

Dopamine - this one's okay, but the verses are very similar to Landmines, making it feel kinda like Landmines again but not as good

Not Quite Myself - wasn't sure at first, initially felt a little samey but I like the way it switched up in the second verse, won me over

Bad Mistake - jammy, banger, awesome Offspring vibes again

Johnny Libertine - Yes! Super oldschool sound, this rules

Radio Silence - Gotta get that ballad track in there! I am deffo vibing with this one, could join the ranks of Pieces and What Am I To Say in terms of classic Sum ballads

Hell Side:

Preperasi A Salire - Something of a transitional filler track, which tbh is pretty much what I expected - really like the Rise Up vocals coming in with it though, that was a nice surprise

Rise Up - it's a banger, your honour

Stranger In These Times - funky intro. Love the tension building in the pre-chorus, and the chorus itself does indeed fuck

I Don't Need Anyone - darker tone off the bat, we like it. Go the fuck off, Dave, hell yeah!!!!! That guitar solo got me feeling like Kaiba getting obliterated

Over The Edge - one of Dreamworks' most underrated pict- oh, edge, sorry, misheard you there. Real pump-up chorus, I dig it

House Of Liars - sliding in with some kickass guitar wails. Cool atmosphere to this one

You Wanted War - oooh, i like the intro here. Channeling those 13 Voices/Screaming Bloody vibes. Guitar solo is very cool, but doesn't top the one from I Don't Need Anyone

Paint It Black - oh this is straight up a cover, then. Well I can't say it outclasses the original Rolling Stones track (just 'cause, y'know, it's iconic) this is nonetheless a very cool heavier interpretation

It's All Me - FAST! ENERGETIC! YEAH! Huh, maybe this is the track that should have been called Time Won't Wait. Dave & Tom back at it again with guitar solos that FUCK HARD. ...Were those last couple of notes a reference to a DTLI track? Sounded super familiar

How The End Begins - Oh, some of these lyrics are going for the throat huh. Caught between a memory and visions of what could be. Damn. Given this is ostensibly the swan song for Sum 41 as a whole, it's got a lot to live up to, but it does be living up it though

Well. Wow. They definitely went out with a bang. I can see myself listening through this a lot in the weeks to come.

Downsides? Some. We know conceptually this album began when Deryck was asked to write some songs for other artists and/or to be bonus tracks on an anniversary addition of All Killer - these ended up being tracks on the Heaven side and it does feel like you can tell which ones they are — if I had to guess, I'd say those were Landmines, Time Won't Wait, Dopamine and possibly Not Quite Myself. Time Won't Wait in particular felt a little bit disjointed, lacking a bit of that Sum 41 personality. That said, songs like I Can't Wait, Future Primitive and Bad Mistake are awesome enough to lift up the Heaven side by a fair margin.

With the Hell side you could argue that with Preperasi being really just an intro to Rise Up and Paint It Black being a cover that we're really only getting 8 heavier Sum songs here, not 10... however, those 8 are all really fucking good. If I had to single one that I wasn't as keen on it'd probably be House Of Liars, but who knows, that one has the potential to grow on me over time.

I think the Hell side is stronger overall, but I'm definitely glad that this did end up being a double album - with Sum disbanding after this, it gives something great to end on across the gamut of their fanbase - those who prefer the oldschool pop-punk stuff, those who prefer the heavier stuff, and indeed those like me who are here for all of it.

Overall though, this whole record is chock full of bangers. While I'm certainly sad to see Sum 41 go, this was an exceptional note to end on.

Heaven :x: Hell | ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️✨ (4.5/5)

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Hey, we’re so past the edge, we’re in free fall!

(The New Warriors #23)

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Year of the Bat - Number 7

Welcome to Year of the Bat! In honor of Kevin Conroy, Arleen Sorkin, and Richard Moll, I’ve been counting down my Top 31 Favorite Episodes of “Batman: The Animated Series” throughout this January.

  TODAY’S EPISODE QUOTE: “How could you? I worked with you, trusted you, and you never told me?!” Number 7 is…Over the Edge.

Many consider this episode to be one of the best of the TNBA era of the Animated Series. I am, very obviously, highly inclined to agree. “Over the Edge” might well be the single darkest episode of the entire show, and that’s saying a lot. (The only possible competition it may have in my mind is “Growing Pains,” another TNBA outing I covered much earlier in the countdown.) It’s not dark because it involves scary imagery, or gruesome and physically twisted concepts, but because it puts the characters at the absolute peak of tension, with things getting more and more bleak as the story goes on, and it never really lets up. The episode literally opens with a shootout inside the Batcave. No joke. Commissoner Gordon and the rest of the GCPD are racing through the Batcave’s tunnels, gunning for the Dark Knight and his allies, and it’s made clear that Gordon knows who Bruce Wayne is. Alfred gets arrested, giving Batman, Robin, and Nightwing a chance to escape. While in hiding, Batman recounts how things have gone down for the audience’s benefit: it’s revealed that, during a battle with the Scarecrow, Batgirl was knocked off a building, and landed right on top of Commissioner Gordon’s car. She dies as a result of the fall shortly thereafter, at which point Gordon learns the truth of how the heroine was Barbara, his daughter. Now in the present…blaming Batman for Barbara’s demise, Gordon and Harvey Bullock effectively wage war against the Bat-Family. The Commissioner is more outraged than ever when he learns Bruce Wayne is the Caped Crusader. Even the public seems incensed, and some of the villains get a quick cameo as they try to gain support and form a lawsuit against the Dark Knight. Nightwing is eventually captured, and Tim Drake is forced to give up the mantle of Robin and go into hiding. Finally, Gordon makes the most drastic of moves, as he teams-up with Bane, of all villains, to destroy Batman once and for all.

So…first of all, JESUS H. CHRIST, THAT’S A LOT TO TAKE IN. Every few SECONDS, it seems, throughout this episode, another point of suspense and dread rises up. The story just does not let up, as the situation spirals further and further out of control. With Gordon on the brink of madness and Batman on the brink of self-destruction at every turn, this is easily one of the most harrowing tales of the entire series. Neither is vilified here, and the voice artists for these two characters are what really sell the emotional impact: this is by far Bob Hastings’ most startling turn as Gordon, as you see him pushed to his breaking point and transformed into an antagonist. Conroy is equally powerful as Batman, as you can sense the pain in his own vocals and the way the fear and sorrow build for him as the story goes on. Bane’s presence as the main villain (though not the main antagonist) is also a welcome addition. We didn’t get much of him in the show, but this is by far his most memorable outing. I do feel I HAVE to spoil the ending to this episode, though, so…for those who have not seen it, SPOILER ALERT: as you might have guessed, Batgirl isn’t really dead. In fact, it’s revealed that none of the events actually happened. Batgirl and the others DID face the Scarecrow…but the villain didn’t knock her off a building. Instead, he gassed her with a special form of his Fear Toxin, which put Batgirl into a deep sleep, where her absolute worst nightmare was illustrated in vivid, lurid detail. Thankfully, Bruce and the team are able to bring her back to health.

The episode doesn’t just stop there, though. Even more than all the horrors the story puts before our eyes, I think my favorite part is the very ending. Disturbed by her dreams while under Scarecrow’s influence, Batgirl goes to talk to her father, planning to confess her identity to him. Gordon, however, stops her, and tells Barbara that she doesn’t need his approval: he trusts her to make her own decisions, he won’t blame anyone else for them, and he will always love her. Not only is the ending heartwarming, but I love how the dialogue subtly hints that Gordon may know the truth of Barbara’s secret identity already, while still leaving that teasingly ambiguous. Either way, I love how – after all the suspense and dread the story slams into us over and over again – it ends with such a wholesome, warm, yet poignant conclusion. It’s also yet another reason I credit this as Hastings’ best performance for the Commissioner: the fatherly warmth of this scene is just as impactful as the bitter vengeance and spite from before. While the twist of “it was all a dream” can seem a bit…iffy for some people, I think we all knew this couldn’t actually be real, or that there had to be some catch to it, so to speak, so I don’t really mind much. It doesn’t take away from what makes the story great: for both its darkness, and its hidden speck of interesting light, it is an absolute marvel, and one the Animated Series’ most rightfully lauded gems. Honestly, I’m kind of disappointed in myself for not placing it higher…but hopefully the stories still to come will not disappoint.

Tomorrow we move on with Number 6! Hint: “It would move me to tears, if I had tears to shed.”

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The thought process of each Tenma if they had a knife: A Guide

Based on my different stories.

AR!Tenma: oh my god, a knife. A sharp knife, too... better be careful with ittttt- wait a minute I can show this to Shindou-senpai and freak him out!

(T: senpai look what I found!!!! 😇

S: is that- is that a knife?

T: yup!!! 😁

S: oh my god oh my god oh my god WHO GAVE YOU THAT- PUT THAT DOWN RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP  ME-

T: aw, but I like my knife… 😔)

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OoS!Tenma: why's there a knife here? It should be in the cutlery drawer, I'll put it back.

(Like a rational person because, beyond horrid self-esteem issues, he's actually pretty reasonable.)

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Warped!Tenma: ...if I could I would literally kill myself, but alas, that’s outside of the realm of possibility, so I'll keep it hidden on my person so I can defend myself against my captors.

(I'm sorry for this but he is definitely sort of suicidal...)

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OtE!Tenma: (...mental breakdown, probably. Someone should take that knife away from him.)

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RoD!Tenma: oh my gods, Kyousuke needs to stop leaving these lying around everywhere.

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Venous!Tenma: where did this knife come from? I should probably put this away before I accidentally cut myself. Oh, coach Endou is over there, I'll give it to him! He'll know what to do with it!

(Proceeds to run across the field to get to coach Endou, still holding the knife, because this Tenma has no self-preservation.)

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Stand!Tenma: I haven't written for this story in so long, I genuinely wouldn't know. He'd probably just put it down?

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Frigidity!Tenma: I'm keeping this. I can use it to threaten anyone who harms my team. Gotta give it a safe space tho, so no one can find it even if they claim I had a knife and people go looking for it.

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AwA!Tenma: (before the story) hey a knife, weird. (after the story) hey a knife, wei- wait is this another assassination attempt, or is Ozrock just leaving his stuff lying around again?

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(unpublished story in which everyone is some kind of supernatural being except Tenma, who is a regular human): I'm keeping this in case I'm attacked by vampires again. I've never managed to fight them off before but third times the charm, right? And otherwise I can just use it when the team gets into a hissy fit again. Lol they be doing their all mad alpha male posturing and I'll just pull a knife to sharpen it that'd be hilarious. They'd freak. I need to find a book on knife care. Maybe I can start collecting them?

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Insane!Tenma: literally always carries knives, this isn't special.

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Aragorn/Arwen, 33

#33 -- your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard meleth = love/my love. a missing scene from fellowship of the ring bc i had to write some arthurian level yearning or whatever

They cross paths in one of Imladris's many halls, as she is exiting a room. Not the room, wherein the small Halfling is fluttering back from the edge of doom under her father's careful ministrations. But a room. Arwen was folding clean bandages, for something to do.

There has always been some quietly striking thing about Estel, the way he is at all times, even covered in grime and with an expression that does not well hide his fear. He looks as if he ran the entire remaining distance to Rivendell on foot, with three panicky Hobbits in tow besides. Which, in part, she is sure he must have.

"Arwen," he begins, not quite on a pant, but startled by her appearance and desperate enough for her to inhale and step forward, reaching for him.

"Unharmed," she says, of herself, and then, "healing, under my father's hand. We made it across the river in safety."

He makes to grasp the hand she offers him but Arwen reaches for his cheek instead. She watches his eyes close and feels the tacky, bristly jaw beneath her fingers. Here in the gentle, clean glow of her father's house he stands out in a way he had not in the wild, yet unwashed and so very obviously a man. Very warm, as he always is, but the damp heat under his skin confirms his carefully-hidden distress further. His cloak is hanging lopsided from familiar broad shoulders and his hair is a nest. She wishes to tease him again, as she did in the woods, but finds in this moment she cannot; she's missed him dearly.

They inhale, together, her hand upon him. Arwen is no fool; his trust in her did not discount the real danger and magnitude of their last several hours.

"You're injured," he says, even through his closed eyes. "And you've been weeping."

Arwen touches her free hand to the mostly-faded cut on her cheek. An injury it is not. She allows his lover's perspective nonetheless.

"You know that I weep often," she chooses to say.

"Do you?" Rhetorically, in a restrained murmur.

"Yes; I am quite as tender-hearted as you are, my love."

Estel opens his eyes, startled into a sudden laugh, which stretches crooked and a little pained across his face. It is then that they both relax. They are alone in the corridor; dear Frodo is alright; she wishes very much to kiss him.

"Unharmed," Aragorn repeats, on an exhale this time, one further bout of confirmation. Arwen has come to learn this about men -- this man -- the small stretch of time required to come to terms with a simple truth. There is something soothing about its necessity. But her peace is disrupted almost immediately; quite suddenly she is feeling the strain of want in her throat as he smooths rough fingers over her wrist, then her palm, lifting her hand away just so from his face.

"Arwen," he says a second time, very differently. "Meleth ..."

Oh, to fall into his arms ...

"You are very filthy, Estel," she says instead, allowing a touch of that teasing to return.

He turns his head and kisses the inside of her wrist in response, long and lingering and silent and warm, and holds her gaze all the while.

Her name is called, once, twice, from the room she only just exited.

"My lady Arwen!"

She sighs and he releases her, offers her the smallest of bows and another tired smile, and goes, presumable to check on his charges. But she is smiling in return. Time is not something she had great consideration for until she met Estel. She thinks of it now -- its brevity, its urgency. For now, Arwen hopes, they have escaped the danger, and may see each other happy for a short while longer.

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"Over the Edge" by OneWingedSparrow; Prologue: Is There Anyone? Oh, it Has Begun....

Next Chapter (coming soon) >> @inklings-challenge This was written for the Inklings Challenge 2023! This is but the prologue; more is to come. (I hope it was okay to tag all the themes in my story, though this prologue only touches on a few.) Main Tags: Telteas (OC) & Léloh (OC), Original Work, Original Characters, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fairytale Style, Dark Fairytale Elements, Secondary World Fantasy DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT: Angst, Blood, Broken Bones, Loss of Limbs (in a sense), Pain, Hurt...there's a lot of hurt. Summary: This is the tale of an illustrious creature residing in a high tower—and the secret of the broken, bloodied bones scattered about the dungeon floor. Read on AO3 Reblogs are appreciated! ~ Most people in Thereal had two wings; Prince Telteas had eight, until the day befell that he should have seven, and he dropped to the courtyard writhing and wailing amidst a pool of feathers and blood. Alarmed, his brother called the guards, who alerted the king and queen, who summoned the physicians, who ran their instruments over temple and neck, over shoulder and alula, over coverts and tertials, and still could find no damning evidence that would explain the sudden snap of the bone from his back.

“What happened?” fretted his mother, tearing at her own down.

“It is true I threw a snowball,” confessed his brother, biting his nails, “but the snow was soft, and scattered before it even hit his back. I do not understand how it could have damaged the wing.”

“Indeed,” griped his father, wings pinned together, “why was it so fragile, that it loosed like a leaf?"

Upon his bed, seven lonesome wings outspread wearily around him, the prince avoided all their worried eyes, and set his face instead towards the great bay window. The snowfall outside was slow but steady, each flake growing in diameter by the second. “I do not know,” said the prince, with a distant frown. “I scarcely felt the cold from the snowball. I remember, I was only singing. And then…I felt the pain.”

His mother shook her head, and his brother nodded; and his father sighed, and drew the drapes so that the room fell dark. “Let us pray it does not happen again.”

Such a request was in vain, for again did Prince Telteas lose a wing. This time, the dreaded event occurred in the ballroom, before a crowd of screaming guests and beside the startled musicians whose fingers froze to their instruments. From the platform Telteas toppled, choking on a chorus forever unfinished.

On prickling hands and aching knees, the prince quavered alone. The red and black carpet swirled before his vision like a devilish whirlpool, craving to suck him into oblivion. He bit his lip, and drew blood. Again came the fright. Again struck the pain. A stab bit his shoulder. A lurch gripped his side. A scream without sound, deafeningly silent, lapped against the vomit refusing to escape his throat. In this endless insanity, even while kind souls came rushing to aid, Telteas’ ears were open only to the echoing voices of bitterest disdain. “What is wrong with him?” “We always knew there was something wrong with him. No one was meant to have eight wings.” “It’s unnatural. Uncanny." “He was always odd, wasn’t he?” “The only one with such a quirk.” “Perhaps now he’ll fit in with the rest of us." He staggered then, and fell on his face, unawares.

Beside his prone form collapsed a great, white wing, barbs now bright red and askew—and the noise that it made when it hit the floor sounded not unalike to a heart’s frightened beat.

When Telteas awakened, his fate was sealed—though the wax had yet to harden from the weight of the signet. Once was unlucky, but twice was unforgivable. His family feared that he had fallen ill, and knew not what to do. Seeking the best for the kingdom, and thereby assuming the worst of his dire condition, in the end, they judged that he should recover in a secluded location, removed from the populace, until the oddities ceased and he should feel well again. After all, they knew not whether his wing dropping was contagious.

Thus, so it was that Telteas found himself watching the snowfall from a far different window, the height of which would have dwarfed the stately wintergreens, had any been left standing near enough to stretch longing branches towards his outstretched fingers. The ancient tower of Queen Ellay, rooftop dark and slanted to melt and drop any wayward drifts, speared the ground like a stern scepter thrusting its will over the quiet valley. Long ago, the tower had been a private sanctuary; now, Telteas wondered if the bygone queen would approve of his criminal trespass of her peaceful estate.

He was not alone in this place; a plucky entourage of servants, physicians, guards and others willingly subjected themselves to his temporary banishment, braving the possibility that they too might catch his unknown illness. Though the somberest part of him wished himself to be abandoned in true solitude, forgotten to the ages, the prince searched the debris of his crumbling heart and saw that he indeed was grateful for their company. In the good times, when laughter twirled around the spiraling stairwells and traipsed under the kitchen chairs, when steaming mugs of tea and cider were passed around in good cheer, when stories were dealt like cards round the fire and banter was traded for sly smirks and rolling eyes, Telteas could even muster the faintest of smiles, and pretend that everything was only as it seemed.

Yet, in the bad times, when his screams rent the air with a terrible force—when the servants leapt into flight and scrambled for rags and dustpans to mop the lost blood and sweep the stray feathers, and the physicians clapped their wings and clicked their tongues and scratched their notebooks till the pencil lead snapped for lack of answers, and the guards tensed their pinions and stood at attention for want of clearer orders and by their very presence made the locked, barred, bolted doors of the tower seem all the more impregnable, all the more eternal—

Then, in his heart torn asunder, the fantasy shattered, and Telteas wept all the harder for sight of the truth.

Despite all around him, he was alone. ~ Next Chapter >> (Coming Soon)

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