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Always start on the right foot.

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[theloulouge]

Reminder Reflections 184

If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.

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[unterdruecktegefuehle]

I hated to be called a princess, especially form peaple who know me better. And just today I asked myself the question why this little word was bothering me so much....

Some calling me a princess, I feel I'm losing the independence I have fighted for all these years growing up. A princess is supposed to do what it's told, to look cute, to feel good to act well behaved, but I truly have to say that's not who I'm and how I wanna be seen. I'm minding my own business, handling it my way fight for what is important to me and act the best way I can and still learn things. But I'm definitely not a cute girl sitting and waiting for a prince acting the way society is expecting me to.

So if somebody would call me a queen, even if I don't see myself feeling that title, or wanna have it, I wouldn't be offended by it the same way.

My favorite thing is to just call me by my name, know my character well enough to know what to say and what makes me happy.

[cmncisspnandmore]

One Night Stand

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley X Reader

Warnings: Slight mention of death??

Summary: After moving to London, you decide to go to a bar your first night in town.

Word Count: 3,475

A/N: Hi! Welcome to my very first Simon Riley Series!! Im so excited to start this series. I have been brainstorming the idea for a few days now. Im hoping to get one part out a week. But please be patient if they take a little longer. This first part isnt super long but i wanted to give something to introduce the series.

Next: Part 2

The music thumped loudly outside of the crowded bar, the heavy smell of alcohol and smoke wafted from the open door. A drunken girl stumbled out of the bar, her head back in laughter. She adjusted her too small top as she glanced over her shoulder at the man walking behind her. His face was flushed, a drunk smile on his face as well. They stumbled towards the curb together, one arm out hailing a taxi from the street. 

The man wraps his arms around the woman's waist, keeping her steady as he pressed his lips against her ear. Whispering something in her ear that made her laugh again, a blush forming on her cheeks. You tear your gaze away as they climb into the Taxi, the door slamming shut behind them. 

The dim lights of the bar in front of you are warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the wildly thumping bass, and loud noises from people who had one too many. Taking a moment you glance down, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. This was a bad idea, you never went out to bars. The last time you went out to a bar you ended up almost getting kicked out due to your friends over intoxication, she had a few too many and tried multiple times to dance on the sticky black bar top. Finally a bouncer had helped you drag her out of there, you then spent most of the night holding her hair back as she threw up in the lou. 

But yet, here you are, standing in front of a bar in a new town. A town where you knew no one, and no one knew you. 

Exactly how you wanted it.

A fresh start.

Or so you hoped.

With a deep breath you stepforward, sliding past the throng of people crowding the door. Inside the music was even louder, the bass vibrated in your chest as you pushed forward towards the counter. Behind the bar you watched as a man with a mohawk effortlessly threw bottles around. His graceful movements caught the attention of the patrons. His smile radiated in the low light, as he poured various alcohols into a shaker, making exaggerated movements as he popped the lid on and shook the contents together. 

In one fluid movement he poured a row of shots, filling each tiny shot glass with just the right amount before he slid them across the clean black top towards the guests. Slipping into an empty bar stool you watch as he takes orders, his smile never leaving his face as he takes the rag off his shoulder and wipes down the counter. As he reaches under the bar top he grabs a beer popping the bottle cap off and slides it to the man on the end of the bar. His bucket hat tips in acknowledgement as he grabs the beer. Bringing it to his lips for a sip before he gives the bartender a wink. 

The man in the bucket hat turns his attention to the man on his left, his head slightly down, black ball cap covering his eyes. In the terrible lighting of the bar you could see the sharp angles of his jaw as he laughed at whatever bucket hat said to him.

“Hello lass, what can I get for ye?” A thick Scottish accent jerked you away from your people watching. Standing in front of you is, Mohawk bartender, his hand resting on the bar top in front of you as he looks at you. His bright blue eyes watching you, as you straighten up in your seat. Your fingers nervously tapping on the cool counter as he gives you a soft smile. 

“Oh.. uh, just a Vodka Soda?” You say, but it comes out as more of a question.

Mohawk laughs, his white teeth flashing as he shakes his head at you. “You sure about that?” He teases, his voice light as he turns towards the wall of alcohol on the back wall.

“Did it sound that bad?” You shrink down in the seat. 

“Ney, you aren’t a regular ‘round here, are ye? I know almost all of them,” Mohawk says as he grabs a highball glass and fills it with ice. He tips a bottle of vodka into the glass, the clear liquid slowly inching up the ice. Your eyes follow the rising liquid, only flickering back to the bright blues of the bartender when he grabs the nozzle of soda and adds it to the glass.

“I just moved here, first night in town actually,” You smile as he slides the now full glass towards you. Taking the black thin straw you stir the contents for a moment before putting it to your lips and taking a sip. The vodka burns the back of your throat, warming your stomach as your eyes trail over the bartenders face.

He was handsome, along with his bright blue eyes, he had a strong jawline that was covered in a stubbly beard. A slight scar ran down his forehead towards his left eyebrow, but it was hard to see in the dim lighting. A smile played at his lips as he watched you take a sip, the towel from his shoulder wiping down the bar again. He was muscular under his gray fitted t-shirt, it was evident as he started replacing the supplies he used from making drinks, his muscles flexing as he reached up to put away a top shelf liquor. 

“Well, welcome home then. The names Johnny, but most people just call me Soap,” Soap said over his shoulder, as he glanced back at you. Your lips around the black straw, as you take another deep sip. The slightly sweet drink goes down slightly easier now, the knot in your chest lessinging with each sip. 

“Y/N, Y/n y/l/n. Why do people call you soap?” you tilt your head to the side as Johnny comes to stand in front of you again. He leans his forearms on the bar, getting closer to you so it was easier to hear over the music. 

“It’s just a nickname I was given years ago, got it from a few of my service buddies,” Soap smiles, flashing his white teeth once again.

“Service? You’re a military man then?” You muse, wrapping your hands around the half empty glass.

“Aye, that hard to believe?” Soap raises an eyebrow at you, and you can't help the laugh that bubbles up in your throat.

“No, no,” you wave your hand in his direction, earning another smile from Soap. 

“So what brings you to London?” He asks, as he turns towards a new patron. You watch as he listens to the customers order before going about making their drink. As he adds the alcohol to the shaker he looks over at you. The extravagant flipping and mixing ceased as the atmosphere of the bar seemed to calm down slightly. 

The louder patrons from the door have gone, the music turned down slightly. The thumping bass is no longer as strong, giving you some relief from the constant vibrations in your chest. You didn't realize how tense the entire atmosphere of the bar was making you. Not until the people around you started talking amongst themselves in normal volumes instead of having to yell over the music. The knot forming in your chest settles some as the alcohol buzzes in your veins, filling you with a warmth that seems to radiate from within.

“Just needed a change I guess,” you stare down into the cup in front of you. Eyes following the swirling ice, as you mix the half empty drink with your straw.

“Change is good sometimes,” Soap smiles, as he comes back over to you. From the corner of your eye you can see Bucket Hat and Ball Cap look over at you two.

“I guess.. So how long have you been in London?” You ask, bringing the straw to your lips once more. 

Bucket Hat and Ball Cap stand from where they are sitting and move down the bar, towards where you and Soap are talking. For a moment you aren't sure what they are doing until they slide into the seats next to you, Ball cap on your left, Bucket Hat taking the seat next to him.

“MacTavish! Leave the poor girl alone,” Ball cap scolds, and Soap rolls his eyes.

“Haurd Yer Wheest,” Soap grumbles, although he tried to look annoyed, the playful glint in his eyes says otherwise. 

“Be glad LT isn’t here, he’d scold you for not speaking English,” Ball cap snorts, as Soap and Bucket Hat laugh. Soap leans across the bar and punches Ball Cap in the shoulder lightly, and they both smile at each other. Clearly they knew one another, their playful banter and relaxed posture gave that away. 

“Excuse them, they don't know how to act in front of a lady,” Bucket hat says to you, peering around Soap and Ball Cap. “I’m John Price, and this,” he gestures to Ball Cap, “Is Kyle Garrick.” 

“Y/n, nice to meet you,” You reach down the bar and shake hands with each of them. Kyle gives you a small smile, his perfectly straight white teeth peeking out behind his full lips.

“Call me Gaz, it’s nice to meet you too,” Gaz lets go of your hand and you grab your almost empty drink. 

“I was just welcoming Y/n, to London. It’s her first night here.” Soap chimes in, and Price and Gaz nod. The effects of the alcohol were starting to kick in more now. Your cheeks felt flushed, and your insides felt warm and fuzzy. 

You barely drank and it was almost embarrassing how having only one drink made you feel. Across the bar Soap once again reached down and pulled out two beers for his friends. He popped the tops and slid them towards them. His large hands rested on the counter as they talked. The black towel he used to wipe down the counter every once in a while slung over his shoulder. 

The conversation flowed easily between the three of them, and you often found yourself just watching them talk. Soap and Gaz joked with each other, teasing one another like siblings. While Price watched them, poking fun at one of them every so often. It was like watching a family interact, it made you almost sad.

Your thoughts drifted back to your own family.Before you could be pulled into the depths of your own mind, suddenly the drink in front of you was full. Your eyes catch Johnny’s, he gives you a wink as he walks towards the other end of the bar to take someone's order. You quickly down the fresh drink, coughing slightly as the Vodka burns down your throat and settles in your chest. The warmth blossoms across your cheeks, as you listen to Gaz and Price talk. You continue to push down the feelings that sting that back of your eyes. 

Maybe going out wasn't a good idea, the last thing you wanted to do was be the drunk girl crying at the bar. But the pain in your chest as you watch the dynamic between the three of them stings. It slices away at a piece of you, the piece you thought you left behind at the graveyard when you got in your car two nights ago and set off towards London. 

“You okay?” Kyle asks, his soft brown eyes peer at you from under his baseball bap.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm going to go to the bathroom. Watch my drink?” You ask, pushing yourself up from the bar stool. The world tilts slightly the full effect of the two drinks you downed in the past hour hitting you. You sway slightly for a moment before you steady yourself, your hands gripping the bar stool to support yourself. 

“Of course,” Kyle smiles, turning back to talk to Price and Soap. 

You shuffle through the small crowd of people around the bar and spot the bathroom in the back corner of the bar. You dodge people as they mingle, managing to make it to the back of the bar with minimal stumbling. You shove open the swinging bathroom door and walk over to the row of sinks. You rest your hands on the white sinks, leaning over at the waist you take deep breaths. Your chest feels tight as you struggle to pull full breaths in, the emotion clawing at your throat as you fumble for the faucet.

The cold water sprays into the sink, the sound drowning out most of the noise from the bar. Freezing water bites at your wrists as you thrust them under the stream. The hair on your arms stands up as a chill prickles along your heated skin. Tears burn at the back of your eyes, and you squeeze them closed.  It was a bad idea, the world tilts and spins, a wave of nausea starts to creep up your throat. 

As the tidal wave of emotion threatens to spill over you, like someone filling an already too full cup. You abandon the still running sink, water dripping down your arms onto the dirty tile floor of the bathroom. Stumbling out of the bathroom you glance around. Eyes wide, like a deer in headlights, the glow of the emergency exit sign at the end of the hall catches your eye. Your feet feel like lead blocks as you shuffle towards the door. It’s slightly propped open, a brick acting as a doorstop. The cool London air rushes through the cracked door, and you push it open. The cool air stings your face as the door slams against the brick doorstop.

The alleyway between the bar and the neighboring building is dark. A single street light casting a yellow glow from the sidewalk feet away from where you stand. You press your back against the cold brick wall a few steps away from the door. Tipping your head back you force yourself to drag the cool air into your lungs. 

Your lungs burn as you fist your shaking hands at your side, nails biting into the soft flesh of your palms. As your heart hammers in your chest, you fight back the tears that pool behind your closed eyes. You squeeze your fists tighter, the bite of your nails starts to cut through the fog in your head. 

Maybe you should’ve just stayed at your flat, then you wouldn't be standing in the cold alleyway of the bar. You wouldn't have fled the bar where people were being genuinely nice to you for once. You wouldn't have to figure out how to explain your absence to Soap. Or squirm under Kyle and Price’s intense seemingly knowing gaze. 

You should’ve stayed home.

“You shouldn’t be out here in the dark,” a slightly gruff voice mumbles to your right.

Your eyes flutter open, you scan the dark alleyway, eyes landing on the massive figure that steps out of the emergency door. You blink a few times, clearing away the tears from your vision. A man stands next to the now closed door, he was massive. Broad shoulders and chest, covered by a black fitted t-shirt. He blended in with the shadows of the alleyway despite his massive size. 

“Are you going to kidnap me? Or kill me?” You ask, you meant for it to be teasing but it came out almost hopeful.

“No, I just came out here for some air, I didn't realize there was someone out here doing the same,” he chuckles, moving slightly into the light. In the dim lighting you can see him better, he was wearing all black, except for a face mask that rested over his mouth and nose. The lower half of a skull was printed across the mask. His dark brown eyes scanned over you, as you stared at the mask. 

“You sure? Most of the time people standing in dark alleys wearing masks have less than legal reasons for being there,” you raise an eyebrow at him. 

Your eyes widen as he lets out a laugh, a loud bark of laughter that catches you off guard. “Trust me, my intentions aren’t criminal,” his voice was smooth and deep like honey, as he stepped closer to you.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks, one eyebrow raised, hands shoved deep into his pockets. 

As he stands in front of you, even with an added 3 inches you still had to crane your neck up to meet his gaze. “I needed some air as well,” you mumble, he was standing close enough you could feel his body heat radiating off you. Your skin prickles at the heat, goosebumps raising on your arms. 

“I’m Simon,” he smiles behind the mask, his hand outstretched towards you.

“Y/n,” You reach out grabbing his hand. The warmth from his skin radiates up your arm. Small electric shocks skitter across your skin at the contact, the anxiety in your chest from earlier fizzles out. He gives your hand a slight squeeze before letting go, and immediately you want his hand in yours again. 

“So.. uh.. Listen. I'm not usually one to just casually suggest things like this… But I'm having a really rough night… and…” you trail off, wrapping your arms around yourself. You swear you can see the smirk behind the mask as Simon leans forward slightly, one arm resting on the wall next to you, half caging you in.

“Wanna get out of here? I bet I can take your mind off things..” Simon whispers, his other hand coming to catch the bottom of your chin and tip it up so you're fully looking at him. His brown eyes dark as they trail down your face and your chest. Before they land back on your eyes, the scar down through his eyebrow puckers as he raises one at you.

“Please,” the air rushes from your lungs as you step forward. You weren't lying, you didn't normally just go home with people you met in back alleys of bars. In fact you have never hooked up with someone like this before. But you were desperate to keep the looming thoughts at bay. You needed a distraction from the storm brewing below the surface, and like one broken soul staring at another. On some level you think Simon saw that. There was something in his brown eyes that was familiar. Something you saw every morning reflected in your own eyes. Something you tried hard to shove down into the box where you kept your emotions. 

Grief.

It was like a magnet, something that forces people together. So here you were agreeing to go home with a complete stranger you met moments ago because you needed something to drown that out. And from the look in Simon's eyes he understood that, because on some level he needed it too. 

“Come on, Love,” Simons voice is soft as his large hand wraps around your waist as he guides you out of the alleyway and towards a black truck parked on the side of the road. You glance over your shoulder, looking back at the front of the bar. Through the large glass window you can see Soap, Gaz and Price still talking and laughing. Your absence seemingly gone unnoticed, your highball glass abandoned on the counter top as someone else has slid into the seat you once occupied.

You climb into the passenger seat of Simon's truck, turning your attention to look out the windshield as he climbs into the driver's seat. The roaring of your thoughts flooding back in the quiet of the truck’s cab. You pick at your fingers as he pulls out of the spot. From the corner of your eye you see Simon glance over at you, before he reaches up and pulls off the skull mask. He tosses it onto the floor of the backseat and focuses on driving. 

In the passing streetlights you study his face, blonde stubble litters his jaw, a few thin silvery scars are scattered across his jawline and nose. They weren't ugly by any means, if anything they added character to his otherwise smooth skin. His nose was slightly crooked, you assumed from being broken at one point in time. Simon's eyes flicker to yours, causing you to avert your gaze, like a child being caught doing something naughty. Your eyes trail along the moving scenery as you try to squash down the embarrassment of being caught. The overwhelming anxiety that maybe this was a bad idea. 

Simon’s large hand lands on your thigh, the warmth of his palm sinking through the fabric of your jeans.

And suddenly, the noise in your head is quiet.

Next: Part 2

[latin5mamii]

stay ready (what a life) -CA,JS

|Warnings:none

|Summary: Be strong and forget about him!Is this so hard for you? Is this so hard for you?

Maybe it's impossible to get over your past relationship, or maybe you just need to find someone that'll make you fall in love again.This should work, right?

The knocking at your door makes you incredibly nervous, and you don’t even know why.

Is it because of the time? It’s kinda late and you don’t think there are any of your girlies out there.

There isn’t even a peephole on this door, so you can’t do anything else but to open that damn thing

As soon as you open it, you feel reassured:

Carlos at your door,in a white t-shirt and black shorts, smiling at you.

“I couldn’t sleep and I thought that maybe you’re a late night person, and it feels like I was right.Did i disturb you?”

You smile, your heart fluttering at the sight of Carlos. “No, you didn’t disturb me. I’m definitely a night owl.”

He grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Great! I know this amazing spot on the roof with the best view of Paris. Wanna come with me?”

Your curiosity piqued, you nod. “Sure, why not?”

Arriving on the roof, the beautiful view of Paris made you fall in love even more with this city:

the city of love,they say.

And thinking that just a few days before you were crying yourself to sleep, this is more than a stepforward.

“Why did you bring me here?”

“I thought that someone beautiful as you needed to see this”

You chuckle, and you can’t do anything but think that he’s a good suitor.

“Thank you for tonight,really”

“I just know what’s going on between you and Jannik and I want to help you.I mean,he’s a good man and a great friend on court but how could he break up with you?”

“Oh we just broke up because of the distance,you know, i have to work and i have to travel a lot and he’s busy with the tournaments, we decided what was best for us”

“But I think it wasn’t the best for you,right?”

His words made you think on how you didn’t want to leave him and that he was the one that actually took off your relationship.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. Carlos’s concern feels genuine, and for a moment, you allow yourself to be vulnerable.

“Honestly, it wasn’t what I wanted. I thought we could make it work despite the distance. But he said it was too much, that he couldn’t handle the constant separation.” You pause, the memories flooding back. “Seeing him with Anna now,it just hurts. It feels like everything we had meant nothing.”

Carlos nods, his eyes full of empathy. “I get that. Breakups are never easy, especially when it feels like the other person moved on so quickly. But you shouldn’t doubt your worth. He might have been overwhelmed by his career, but that doesn’t reflect on you.”

For all these months spent crying on Jannik, you didn’t realize that there were other people waiting for you and helping you to go through your pain.You thought that Carlos (before meeting him) was a bit childish and that your ex was the only best choice for you.

You thought of yourself as a stupid person,but now you’re healing and that’s what matters.

“Why didn’t I meet you before?”

“Let’s just say that before I was a little stupid. Trust me,it’s better that you’ve met me now”

The night continues and you talk a lot about everything, he tries his best to make you laugh and to have a good time with you.

He leans against the railing, gazing out at the city lights. “Paris has a way of making you reflect on things, doesn’t it? All these beautiful sights, it makes you realize there’s so much more out there.”

His words make you smile, you really hope it’s the person he’s proving to be and you really hope he might be the one to make you move on.

You soon go back to your rooms and as soon as you close the door, you can't help but smile and act like a teenager in love.

“Good morning!See you at breakfast in 20?”

That’s the message you woke up with, and you couldn’t be more happy.

“Sure!” you reply faster than ever at this message and you start to get ready.Wimbledon is near and he probably needs to train today, but spending 15 more minutes with him won’t hurt anybody, right?

As soon as you go down the elevator,,you start looking for him in the breakfast room.

You find him on his phone,ripping his eyes,your eyes meet with his and a smile appears on his face.

And stupidly,you hug him.With your height you were right under his chin, he doesn’t think twice and hugs you back.

“Are you ready for today’s training?” you ask him to start the conversation.

“Always”he replies ironically,putting a hand behind your back, almost to accompany you to a free table.

“What are you going to do while I train today?”

“Probably going to boutiques here in Paris with the girls,we’re trying to have fun”

“Have fun”He says with a smile,but he continues.

“I was hoping that maybe,in the late afternoon,you could come to training, maybe I'll introduce you to someone”

“I’d love that” You didn’t see tennis trainings in a really long time,maybe it was time to feel that sensation again.

Mia-Ready for spending all our money on shopping?😍

You get this message and you have to leave the table.

“See you later then”He says with a huge smile on his face.

You reply with a smile.Even if you’re happy to go out with your girls you really wanted to stay with Carlos, and this feels so weird.

Does this feel like this because it’s wrong?

[mountttmase]

I hope it doesn’t feel like one stepforward, two steps back for him. Like he’s finally settling and enjoying himself at united and then being back at the bridge brings back all those feelings

I think he’ll be happy to see everyone again, it’s just the fans obviously like I think he’ll be fine he’s a tough cookie and he’s prepared for what’s coming

[projectourworld]

Geneva, Switzerland. A volunteer feeds a swift chick after it was found on the ground during a heatwave. Photograph: Denis Balibouse/Reuters / Guardian #stepup #stepforward #support #encourage #inspire #sharekinkindness #embrace #positivechange

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Feat Rebekah Del Rio - LLorando Vs Nam Myoho Renge Kyo (Extended Version) - SoundCloud

[ronaldt5]

Gitaris Seringai Ricky Siahaan meninggal dunia di usia 48 tahun

 Ricky Siahaan yang dikenal sebagai gitaris grup band metal Seringai meninggal dunia di usia 48 tahun.

Ricky menghembuskan nafas terakhirnya di Tokyo, Jepang ketika Seringai sedang menjalani rangkaian konser tur mereka yang bertajuk "Seringai Wolves of East Asia Tour 2025".

"Ricky Siahaan has left the stage. Gitaris kami, sahabat kami, saudara kami, Ricky, telah berpulang secara mendadak setelah menyelesaikan set di penutupan tur kami di Tokyo, Jepang," tulis akun Instagram resmi Seringai, dikutip pada Minggu.

Saat ini, jenazah Ricky sedang dalam proses untuk dibawa pulang ke Indonesia dan pihak manajemen akan menyampaikan informasi lebih lanjut mengenai prosesi pemakamannya.

Grup band mengenang Ricky sebagai sosok yang memberikan energi, tawa, dan kekuatan ketika mereka sedang manggung maupun di luar panggung.

"Kami kehilangan salah satu bagian terpenting dari entitas ini," kata Seringai.

Ricky lahir dengan nama lengkap Ricardo Bisuk Juara Siahaan di Tanjung Pandan, Belitung pada 5 Mei 1976. Perjalanan Ricky di dunia musik dimulai ketika ia membentuk band bernama Chapter 69 pada 1995. Kemudian, dia bergabung dengan band hardcore Buried Alive hingga menjadi gitaris Stepforward pada 1999.

Pada tahun 2002, Ricky dan Arian13 membentuk grup band Seringai. Dalam band tersebut, Ricky mengisi posisi sebagai gitaris.

Selain menjadi musisi, Ricky juga berkarir di industri media di mana ia pernah bekerja sebagai produser di stasiun radio MTV On Sky atau kini menjadi Trax FM pada 2002.

Kemudian, pada tahun 2005 dia mulai bekerja menjadi editor majalah Rolling Stone Indonesia. Dia bekerja di sana hingga majalah tersebut tutup pada 2017 dengan jabatan terakhir managing editor. Pada tahun 2023 Ricky menjabat sebagai CEO Whiteboard Journal.

"Selamat jalan chainsaw, riffmeister, sampai kita berjumpa kembali. Selalu, selalu, selamanya," kata Seringai.

[inbetween-beast-and-man]

One for you. In turn. "What are you doing!!" Cried one noble down to the workers below them. "Thicken the leather of your armor and sharpen the blade of your shovels! Don't dull them against the stone!" But the tarworkers annd the diggers,the laymen they out numbered the guards. And eeven as the army approached they continued their work, knowledge tempered by familiarity with the land. By the time the army came it was to silence. The sun burned hot above them and it seemed that the people all had retreated ,hidden to the center district. And so on foot and by animal ,the army moved in until finding that on approach soon their feet wouldnt lift. beneath a thin cover of sand and stone was a deep asphalt making each stepforward harder and harder until the whole of the invaders were pests in a glue trap Where each city before had scrambled in panic, where leadership had balked , the tarworker Kodel and his people had known their land better than any authority.

unsure of the role I play in this. but I will take it with caution. I do appreciate it. I love books. Genuinely. I do.

[alexadd77]

The Fall - It's The New Thing! / Various Times 7" 1978 Step forward Records. U.K.

El segundo single de The Fall editado solo unos meses después de su debut, Bingo máster breakout. #fall #thefall #punk #punkrock #7" #45rpm #stepforward #instavinyl #vinylcollection #vinyljunkie #indielabel #vinylrecords #alternative #vinylcollectionpost #rarepunk #diy #recordcollection #vinilo #postpunk #recordcollector #artwork #design

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