hello I tried to leak this on here earlier but the file didn’t work. I am feeling a little bummed out as per usual and would love for some of you to give this song a listen. it is not released yet, but will be on May 26th. it would mean the world if you listened.
lyrics I woke up from the sun I let my dogs out only to find a dead bird on the side of my house its feathers were everywhere and I felt responsible for not being there but there was nothing I could do
I saw you erased my face and existence from your mind do you think that I could ever forget our life? so I think back on our love and where we grew apart and how I never thought you would cut me out of your heart but that’s just where we are now
This is a GREAT CREW. I think the Supreme X Independent collab puts it best “FUCK THE REST”. Kanye West, Fonzworth Bentley, Taz Arnold (I’ve met him, he’s super cool), Virgil Abloh, and Chris Julien. PARIS 2009
Wondering how the Anti Hero team spent their summer vacation? Wonder no more! The bros once again surprised the world today by dropping 10-minutes of unexpected tour footage on Thrasher Mag’s site that’s better than many videos that take people years to make. (Sadly, no drone video footage though, if that’s your thing…)
Part 16 and FINAL, Ten Little Hunters, will be coming soon to a website near you!
“You didn’t tell me who I could
bring to your Conclave,” Stiles says to Jim. “It’s not like you’re the only
Stoddard here. There’s got to be four or five of you, plus the freelancers who
work with your family. So why are you allowed to bring all of them, but I’m
expected to come all alone and vulnerable?”
“Bringing your entire pack is a
sign of aggression.” Jim Stoddard’s teeth are clenched.
“No, it isn’t. You know enough
about werewolf packs to know that separation is uncomfortable for us, so
bringing them along everywhere I go is pretty much just par for the course.
Also, packs get very unhappy when their alpha walks into danger without them.”
“The whole idea is learning to
show that we’re on the same side,” Jim says.
“Then fucking show me, Stoddard,”
Stiles says, getting in his face. “Because from where I’m standing, it’s you
guys who need to start making that clear. Not me.”
~ ~ ~ ~
“You know that scene in
Independence Day where Will Smith suddenly shouts ‘I could’ve been at a
barbecue?’” Jackson says, staring at the wall where a door is supposed to be.
“I’ve never related so fucking hard to that before now.”
“Preach,” Danny says. “I’m
feeling that shit on a molecular level.”
“You’re the one who got me into
“Oh, right!” Danny rolls his
eyes. “I twisted your arm into learning black
magic from a psychopath because
of your feelings of inferiority. Leave me out of this, Jackson.”
There’s a long pause before
Jackson says, “Yeah, that’s fair.”
~ ~ ~ ~
Derek squeezes Stiles’ shoulder
but directs his comments to Jim Stoddard. “Your heartbeat skyrocketed the
minute that Tom brought up sending people back to the mainland. You’re hiding
something, and I think we’d all like to know what.”
After a few moments to sulk, Jim
heaves an irritated sigh. “The bridge is out.”
There’s a round of confused
blinks before Chris says, “What do you mean ‘out’?”
“I guess a better way to put it
would be, the bridge is gone,” Jim says.
Stiles thinks of that enormous
roll of thunder that morning. It hadn’t been thunder at all. The bridge had
collapsed, probably under the strain of the weather, although more direct
sabotage was certainly an option. “Oh boy.”
~ ~ ~ ~
“What, what’d you find?” Boyd
asks, looking over.
“A dead body,” Sam says.
“That’s hardly new this week,”
Erica says with a snort.
“This one is … moving,” Sam
The others all look over. Sam has
an impressive looking handgun up and pointed already, but he hasn’t fired.
“I know him,” he says. “One of my
dad’s guys. He got killed by the ghouls on the first day.”
“Seriously?” Erica says. “I mean,
come on now. Seriously.”
~ ~ ~ ~
“I don’t give a rat’s ass about
this Conclave,” Jim says. “A bunch of bleeding hearts are going to get together
and weep and moan over the ‘good’ werewolves that they want to protect. They
can make whatever decisions they want. I don’t care what other people do on
their territory, as long as they don’t tell me what to do on mine.”
Tom keeps a blank face and an
even voice. “But that’s the point we’re coming to, isn’t it?” he says. “The
point where people are going to start making you justify your actions and
“They can demand whatever they
want. That doesn’t mean I have to comply.”
Tom sits back in his chair. “I
see. You think I’m an idiot.”
~ ~ ~ ~
As soon as they’re on their feet,
Stiles barrels towards the staircase at the end of the hallway. He emerges in
the hallway on the third floor to find a dead body and –
and a –
“Holy shit,” he says, as the
creatures turns and looks at him. It’s a velociraptor, identical to the ones in
every Jurassic Park movie he’s ever watched a dozen times, with a dismembered
arm in its mouth. It blinks at him, and he’s suddenly sure that he’s closer to
death than he’s ever been before –
and then the dinosaur smiles at him, the arm falling out of
its mouth and hitting the floor with a sick thump.
A moment later, it’s dissolved in
a flash of greenish gray dust, and a man is standing there, identical to Stiles
in every way, right down to the red hoodie. “Stiles!” he says.
~ ~ ~ ~
“A werewolf bite takes
twenty-four hours to heal,” Ravinder says, “therefore, what has been done must
be a result of magic, not any of the alphas here.”
“But that’s impossible,” Stella shouts. “We all have protection spells, and
even if one or two of them were faulty, it wouldn’t have been enough to get all
of us, and why the hell are all of them fine?” she adds, gesturing viciously to
where Chris and Julien are standing with Mikael. Wednesday is sitting in Sketch’s
lap, and it looks like she’s enjoying the show.
“That’s actually a good
question,” Stiles says, frowning. “It looks like the people who have been
affected are only the ones who, er, have a problem with werewolves.”
“Very tactful,” his father says,
Ned Stoddard suddenly starts
swearing. “The trickster.”
“The trickster?” Chris asks.
~ ~ ~ ~
Chris takes a deep breath and
says to Justin, “I understand where you’re coming from. But Jim is going to pay
for his crimes. We’re going to make sure of that.”
“Look, that’s swell,” Justin
says, “and amazingly, I actually do believe that you mean it. So, you know,
thanks for your consideration, but hard pass.”
It’s clear that Chris doesn’t
know what to say to that. Hannah Winchester speaks up, saying, “We can’t just
“Would you like to give me one
fucking reason why not?” Justin asks. “For decades, fucking centuries, you assholes have been happy
to execute us, given the least provocation.”
~ ~ ~ ~
The atmosphere in the dining hall
is tense. Hostilities flare twice, once when someone makes a nasty comment
about something that happened during the search, and once over the last piece
of roast beef. The fact that tempers are already that frayed worries Stiles.
“This is so bad,” he says, as the
pack hunches over their sandwiches. “The isolation, the darkness, the danger combined
with the boredom, this is the perfect recipe for a bunch of people to kill each
other even if there weren’t supernatural nasties everywhere.”
Tom is nodding. “This place is a
powder keg. And almost anything could qualify as a match.”
Not sure if this is the spot but Chris Pfanner has a great story about the first time he came to SF. Julien Stranger dropped Chris off at a loading dock and while Chris was skating it Julien forgot he left Pfanner behind and accidentally drove off and left him behind. Classic.