#volatile

[pangeen]

" The Last Golden Rays of Sunlight "

// © Kurt De Meulemeester

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Volatile Flame Sandals

late 1990s-early 2000s

Found on Ebay, seller hottickersales

[volatile95]

Can’t believe I won, huh. Strange feeling when favorite game’s creators like your artwork. Yaaay. It can't be possible without my dear wife @marshalllir. So many troubles with my reddit account, troubles with my shyness and social phobia. Huh. She always does so much for me, and then I do something for all of yours, ma friends in fandom. And thank you, @dicktat for believing in me too. It's so cool that Pirek and others make so much interactive for us in fandom. Still can’t believe they like it aaaaaaah *happy volatile’s rumbling murmuring sounds*

[nekrophoria]

I took the boy to see you today.

Let me rephrase that...I took him to stare at a mound of dirt while I tried to find the right words to tell him that this is all that's left of you now.

There was no service. Not that you would've wanted that anyway. Given everything that happened it didn't feel right to make a big fuss. I just...wanted to get you into the ground as quickly as possible. Thought it would hurt less. But what do I know?

I have no idea what it's like to lose someone. Not like that.

People come, people go. I've never really been affected by that. When our family dog died my Ma told me he went to heaven. When my Ma died she was already more or less dead to me, it didn't change the course of my life in any way.

But now....I don't know. I feel like my life has gone off the rails and it's impossible to get it back on track.

It's hard to explain, to you, to me, or the kid.

I mean, how do you explain this to a kid?

How do you tell a child that what used to be their mother is now rotting in the ground? There really is no nice way of saying that, if I'm being honest.

But...I think he knows. I think he knows a whole lot more than he should.

I can only hope he knows that I'm trying to do the right thing. That there's a lot I'd like to say to him, but can't.

I guess we're kind of similar in that way.

I know you'd call me a coward if you could see me right now. I'd tell you you got nerve to call me anything, you'd laugh, have some witty comeback up your sleeve and I'd struggle to find a good response.

You always did have the last word. Even now.

One last 'fuck you' and then silence.

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[bitter69uk]

“(Anna Magnani was) an ordinary Roman who was anything but ordinary. Magnani was a volcano, a tempest, a devastating performer who seemed to live and breathe her art and whose best performances would rank among the most vivid and immediate and emotion-rich ever filmed. She was born in Rome in 1908 (and would die there in 1973), and she was a living symbol of the city: its she-wolf, its spirit goddess, the voice of its streets, the face and body of its native population … The piazzas of Rome may have been filled with women like Magnani but on screen, particularly among leading ladies, there was nobody to compare. She would never be mistaken for a beauty pageant contestant or some producer’s girl on the side: she was full-bodied, shaggy-maned, often slightly disheveled, with a long nose and a tendency to sport bags under her eyes. She projected no vanity and few pretenses. But she had a raw, titanic talent, especially for screen acting, where the camera could get close in on her and reveal her wondrous ability to channel the disparate emotions of a moment.”

/ From Dolce Vita Confidential: Fellini, Loren, Pucci, Paparazzi and the Swinging High Life of 1950s Rome (2017) by Shawn Levy /

Born on this day: the fiercely sensual, temperamental and magnetic earth mother of Italian cinema and paragon of Mediterranean womanhood, Anna Magnani (7 March 1908 - 26 September 1973). I particularly treasure Magnani’s force-of-nature performances in L’Amore (1948), The Golden Coach (1952), Bellissima (1952), Wild is the Wind (1957), The Fugitive Kind (1960) and Mamma Roma (1962). Anna Magnani was a torrent of raw emotion! As John Waters concludes, “She was earthy. God knows she was earthy!”

[allesgutkeeper]

Aiden as a volatile — this is my vision of his future transformation terrifying isn’t he? :)

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Volatile CH 5 Pg 24!

Story written by Black Friar.

And that's a wrap for chapter 5!

[camerobn]

unidentified fuckign thing

[popfizzxd]

Scarecrow Volatile Aiden AU / Night of The Scarecrow AU

Following the bad ending of Dying Light 2, Aiden is banished from the city to walk alone. Distraught from being banished from the city he once protected he failed to since a gang of bandits and was ambushed in his lowest moment. The bandits shredded him to near death and hung his body up in the fields like a scarecrow as a trophy.

Thinking Aiden was a dead man, the bandits left him to die in those lonely dark fields, but instead of succumbing to his injuries his infection allowed him to survive. Unfortunately this allowed the infection to further mutate him in horrible ways and affect his memories. He remembers very little of his life except for his name and emotions he doesn’t quite understand. His affliction not only affected his mind but also has made him extremely sensitive to the Sun. Because of this he’s kept the scarecrow outfit mainly to protect himself from the harsh rays but also because it’s all he’s had since he awoke on that pole. Further more he’s also challenged with a new instinct to feed the virus in him and often times struggles with an extreme desire for blood.

Now he roams the ruins of the world, still possessing the drive to help others despite his situation. Hiding in the darkness and taking out problems for villages around the lands.

[shishino-layla]

I'm very excited about The Beast. Hearing Roger's voice as Crane again... Ahhhhh 😍😍😍😍

So why not merge the two characters.

A Volatile Sonic. Or a "The Beast" 😏 Sonic.

[volatile95]

[pxlyeehaw]

Not putting the dying light collins boya bomb on my feed without messing with my old stuff on my other account but know I AM thinking about them at all times.

[nekrophoria]

What happens when you realize there's no point in walking anymore?

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[bitter69uk]

Thirty years ago, maverick punk conceptualist Malcolm McLaren released his 1994 album Paris. McLaren’s former lover, artistic collaborator and co-producer Eugenia Melian has reflected in a juicy recent blog post about the record’s tortured genesis. Paris was meant to feature collaborations with iconic Parisian women like Jeanne Moreau, Juliette Greco, Catherine Deneuve and Françoise Hardy. Melian has wild anecdotes about how difficult and volatile these divas were, and it’s miraculous Paris came out at all! Most challenging was Moreau: “When we sat down with Jeanne Moreau in her living room it was me who was star-struck, even though I had already exchanged a few phone calls with her directly. Sitting on the sofa in front of me was the legend, the spunky odd beauty with the raspy smoky voice whom Orson Welles had called the "best actress in the world.” Jeanne and Malcolm chatted amicably, her English was impeccable. Malcolm was writing a song called “Paris Paris” for her. Then she asked us who else was on the album. When she heard that we had approached Greco, “Oh, that lesbian?” Jeanne said, but when Malcolm told her that we were also approaching Françoise Hardy and Catherine Deneuve, her face became stony and hard. She lit another cigarette and blew the smoke out slowly saying: “It’s either ME, or them,” and the meeting ended there. Jeanne practically pushed us to her door … au revoir. Mortified, her agent Tony Krantz who I had become friends with, invented an excuse that Jeanne was not available, and her agenda was full. Much later, in November when we had nearly finished the recordings, I tried again, pitching to her Malcolm’s idea of me conducting a 15-minute interview with her in French, that we could use in the album. Jeanne replied “NON, too busy.” Only later did we find out that she was in rehab … In January 1994 Tony Krantz contacted me to say that Jeanne was now free and really wanted to be on the album. It was too late. The team was already back in London working on the mixes. What a shame.” Read full post here. Portrait of Moreau by Helmut Newton.

[wolftattoo]

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Volatile CH 5 Pg 22!

Story written by Black Friar.

Gotta love protective Jason! I wish I could convey how Jason is surprised at his own advice here, but some things don't translate well to a comic format. I'm assuming most people who are following the Volatile comic read Volatile first. :)

Also, any other artists have any idea which dimensions Tumbler likes best for a comic page format?