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Sundays with Spideypool #4

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For @well-youknowhowitis prompt:

Wade is around the avengers for some reason (maybe Peter got hurt or sick and he lives at the tower or something) and like the avengers are SHOCKED by how much Deadpool actually knows about Spidey. Maybe they’re like trying to help Peter and DP is like “no you’re doing that wrong that’s not how it likes it move-” and just kinda totally takes over (bonus if they aren’t dating yet)

This is a little different from your prompt, I hope you still like it!

(I made this Andrew Garfield as Spidey because of Deadpools interest in him)

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“So I was thinking–” Tony tapped at his lip thoughtfully. “I was thinking black here.” He made a sweeping motion with his hand and the hologram in front of him changed colors. “And maybe a darker red? Some bolder lines down the side, maybe.”

“Oh I like that idea.” Natasha nodded and Clint grunted in agreement. “He isn’t a kid anymore, and all of our uniforms have gotten this darker look to them.”

“It will certainly look less like he is wearing pajamas.” Steve added. “I think he will enjoy blending in more with the team instead of looking so obviously like he doesn’t belong.” He kissed Tony lightly on the cheek. “It’s great you are trying to design a new suit for him, babe.”

“Yeah well.” Tony was still staring at the hologram, snacking on chips absentmindedly. “He tore his other one, and I have been meaning to design something sturdier but–”

“That’s wrong, don’t do that.” a voice cut in from the doorway and Clint looked up from his sandwich in annoyance.

“Deadpool. Who invited you?”

“The big Iron Man himself.” Wade sauntered through the door to the lab, covered head to toe in full Deadpool uniform, complete with his katanas on his back. “So maybe cool it, Robin Hood.”

“Tony.” Clint sent Tony an imploring look, but Tony just shrugged.

“I did invite him, guys. If I’m designing new gear for the team, he deserves some too.”

“You have more patience than me.” Steve muttered and kissed Tony one more time before retreating back a few feet to give Deadpool some more room.  He didn’t trust the man at all, but Tony did for some reason, and even more surprising, apparently Peter had taken quite a shine to the mercenary.

Steve did not approve of that at all, and if Peter would have been under eighteen he would have absolutely put his foot down about it. He and Tony weren’t technically Peter’s parents, but the kid had lived at the tower since he was seventeen, and even though everyone knew Peter was joking when he called them Pop and Dad… well Steve still took it to heart.

And the thought of his boy wanting to hang around Wade Wilson was enough to make him see red.

But Tony told him to play nice, so that’s what he did– by folding his arms and glaring daggers in the back of Wade’s head.

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If you let me (Justin Foley, 13 reasons)

Justin Foley. Star basketball player, pretty smart, and a ladies man. He made his rounds with the girls at Liberty High. That was, until he met you. Everything changed about two months into him dating you. It wasn’t all about your physical relationship with him. Or even the emotional relationship. There was something beautiful about the perfect balance of those. Neither of you had felt it in your previous relationships. This was so different.

It had been an hour since Justin had dropped you off after a dinner date at a local Mexican food restaurant. You had a warm feeling enveloping your entire being. It was a feeling you got every time you’d spend time with Justin. He’d drop you off and you’d change into pajamas and be doing chores or something, but you wouldn’t be able to wipe the smile off of your face. Spending time with him meant the world. You were cuddled up on your bed, watching a random episode of Friends on your laptop when your phone started to buzz. It wasn’t a call, but you could tell you had been texted at least three times. You looked at your phone. It was Justin.


Hey. Need to see you.


Mom won’t tell the POS to fuck off, I can’t be here anymore.


I’m in your yard, can I climb up?


You locked your phone and crawled off your bed and over to your bedroom window. You unlocked your window and slid it up. Justin lunged at you, kissing you softly and slowly. He did this when he wanted to calm you down or when he needed to calm himself down.

“Seth again?” You whispered, moving aside so we could crawl in through the window.

“Who else? He’s the only one who ever comes back more than once or twice.” He shut your window. You took his hand and lead him to the bed. You set your laptop on the floor and turned the blankets down so you could both crawl into bed. Your parents’ room was downstairs, so you two usually didn’t fret much about getting caught. In fact, Justin usually spent the night two or three times a week. He would leave at five in the morning. No one had ever caught you guys. So this was now a casual, common occurrence.

“I dunno, I kinda like when we comes around. Gives me more time with you.” You said, a hint of joking in your tone of voice. You nestled into him, kissing his jawline mindlessly.

“You’re the only reason I find this even remotely appealing.” He ran his hand up and down you arm soothingly.

“Just once I’d actually like to see my mom choose me over something.” He mumbled into your hair.

“Justin, I really do think she cares-” he didn’t let you finish. He was quick to cut you off because he knew where it was going.

“I have to face it, Y/N. If it’s not Seth, it’s another guy, and if it’s not another guy, it’s drugs, and if it isn’t drugs it’s literally anything in this world besides me.” He was speaking in a hushed tone, as the sound of footsteps downstairs filled the otherwise silent night. He was hurting though, you knew it.

“Move in.” You mumbled. Justin tensed up. It was obvious he didn’t expect this. You didn’t know how he’d react, however you couldn’t help but say it.

“Yes, because your parents will allow their minor daughter to have a live in boyfriend. I love you, but that’s.. no.” He pulled you closer. You pulled away, sitting up in the bed. You turned on your bedside lamp.

“I’m serious, Justin. We have a spare room, and it’s downstairs not up here. My parents love you. If they knew what you were going through at home…” That was when Justin sat up, his eyebrows seemed to be furrowed in annoyance.

“You cannot throw me a pity party just to make your parents more lenient.” He pushed your hair out of your face.

“It’s not like that. They care about you.” You just look at Justin. He laughed a little, bringing you onto his lap.

“Not enough to let their little girl shack up with a boy in high school, I’d bet.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re looking at this all weird. Let me do the talking. I can make this happen, if you want it to, that is.” You looked him in the eyes.

“I’ll always take care of you if you let me.” You continued, kissing him. He reciprocated, and in that moment you knew he understood.

“I love you. There will be a point in life where I will be able to take care of you.” He stroked your hair, his chin resting on top of your head.

“Ya know what time I can’t wait for?” You whispered looking at him with your eyes practically smiling.

“What time is that?” Justin didn’t move or say anything else.

“When we’ll be taking care of each other, at the same time.” You looked up and your smile met his. You were both looking forward to that time.

SORRRRY if this was bad. But I do hope it wasn’t and I hope it was enjoyable.

anonymous asked:

Oooh what about Genji, Zen, Roadhog and Reaper headcanons for an s/o who is really busy with work and is stubborn in taking care of themselves, but is really caring about their lover's health? Like they would often find their s/o dozing off at their desk, but then other days their s/o would be the one worrying over THEM pulling all-nighters. Aah hope it makes sense - thank you though! Your writing is my absolute favorite!

brUH this so me though, I always worry more about everyone else when I’m the one having a mental breakdown every five minutes like wtf me think bout yourself for once (alsO SHH YOU NICE PERSON YOU)


Genji:

  • While he knows responsibilities are important, he also knows you shouldn’t strain yourself. In his younger days he may have slacked off more than is…well, reasonable, but he’s since learned how to balance time for work and play. You, however, clearly do not have this skill.
  • Whenever he finds you hunched over on your laptop he doesn’t hesitate to gently pry it from your hands and put it aside. “Genji!” You always gripe at him but end up surrendering as he waits patiently, resting his chin in his hands. “Are you calm now, Y/N?” You grumpily nod to the man in front of you.
  • He quickly settles down next to you and pulls you into his arms. “You’re overworking yourself again.” He usually has his visor off when the two of you are alone, so there’s nothing in the way of him placing a soft kiss on your cheek while cupping the other. He chuckles as you blush. “You know I can’t stand seeing you like this.” After that he makes you rest with him, be it by doing yoga or just laying in his embrace.

Zenyatta:

  • You really don’t have to worry about Zen overworking himself, haha! But he definitely frets over you burning yourself out. Sometimes he keeps an eye on you while you work just to make sure you don’t exhaust yourself.
  • And in those moments when you do, he floats over to you. Usually you don’t even notice his presence until he takes your hands in his metal ones. Pretty effective at keeping you from working, I’d say. Zenyatta’s body language is enough to tell you he’s concerned, so you give in.
  • “Good; you must rest,” he motions for you to come closer. The omnic then pulls you into his lap. (I really wanna sit in his lap only because I’d be floating and that’s fuckin rad) “I don’t just mean your body, Y/N,” he runs his cool fingers over your shoulders and down your arms, feeling the tension in your muscles. “Your mind, as well. Worry less what others want of you, and rather what you want from yourself.” Ah, the benefits of having a philosophic boyfriend. Plus he gives you encouragement fist bumps when work is absolutely necessary.

Roadhog: 

Holy shit my first time writing for ze pavement pig! Hope I do him justice lol

  • First off, Roadhog does whatever the fuck Roadhog wants. No need to even think about him working himself to death. Hell, he doesn’t even hesitate to put Junkrat in his place because dammit this guy can be really annoying but he’s paying Roady good money.
  • He has no qualms about simply picking you up when you’re pushing yourself too much. And even though you may struggle, it always ends with you eventually just relaxing in his hold. “There’s a good boy/girl/lovely.” (I dunno lovely just seems like a nickname he’d use casually??) 
  • He easily shifts you so he’s got you resting in one arm. He’s so strong like what the fuck. (BETTER HOPE ZARYA DOESNT STEAL YOUR SWEETIE MAKO-) But usually he carries you away from your responsibilities to cool off. That ends up being you two just sitting and talking together more often than not, but there’s always the option to go watch Junkrat blow something up again. (One time his pants caught on fire and Mako laughed harder than you’d ever seen as Jamie flailed his arms and jumped right out of his trousers. It was gold.) 

Reaper:

  • Reaper’s issue is less overworking himself and more, like, forgetting how to rest his thoughts. Those, in turn, keep his body awake too. You often find yourself waking up in the middle of the night to find the other side of your bed empty. You get up and tend to find him gazing at the moon out the window. All you have to do is silently wrap your arms around his torso and he goes back to bed with you. On nights like that he pulls you close upon returning, and you don’t ask about what’s bugging him, instead letting him sleep. (Not that he does often. Normally he just stays up and hold you all night.)
  • Reaps is very blunt with his actions when he finds you toiling over something for far too long. He walks over in his emo boots, closing your laptop and picking up any papers around you before tearing them. Yeah, he can be an ass. “This paperwork doesn’t matter.” He crosses his arms. “Says you! Gabe, those were important files.”
  • Ah, here comes the soft Reyes™ With a scoff and roll of his eyes, he walks forward. He places one hand on your shoulder and looks you in the eyes before pulling you close to his chest. “Don’t strain yourself.” A hand runs through your hair as he mutters to you. Ya can’t help but hug him back. “..Fine. But you better not do that again.” “Sin promesas.” “Gabe!” Cue deep chuckle and a kiss on your forehead.

anonymous asked:

What do you use to animate and is it free? -I'm so sorry I'm sure you've been asked this a MiLlIoN times ( •́ •̀ )

i actually use a video editing program, that y’all should not know and use. because i do not want you guys to suffer.

so i think search for macromedia or tvpaint? its most likely a good animating porgram for beginners, but i dunno if its free because i got both of em from a friend. and i never used it because, heck- how to tools there-

A/N: hnnnnngh your idea is so fucking cute and yes for cuddling up to him while he readSSSSSS and okay I think i know how to finish this (not that your ending isn’t any good though! It’s still perfect <3). Lets collab, friend!!! 

This is like a straight injection of sugar to the feels lololol.

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Some Ideas for a sequel to TLNM
  • People know who the Ninja are.
  • Garmadon is trying to be a good guy but sometimes returns home with something he…’borrowed kindly’ from somebody.
  • Koko still isn’t remarried to him, but it’s on her mind. Lloyd keeps trying to get them back together, which becomes a running gag in the film.
  • Meowthra is now the resident therapist cat. She’s a very sweet cat actually, and part of the island is now her litterbox. Fishermen find her food.
  • Kai has practically adopted her but she always purrs more when Lloyd is around. Kai no likey
  • Suddenly the Ninja are out training on an adventure when Lloyd spots a…thing, and it summons another beast. 
  • Garmadon recognizes it as the snake that bit him…
  • It’s a giant python named “Ouroboros, the Great Devourer of Worlds, Countries, Cities, Towns and the Occasional Mouse”, but is just called “The Great Devourer” for short.
  • Jay asks how its the snake that bit him if it’s like 60 feet long and has no legs. Garmadon says it was “smaller back then” and the legs never grew with the snake. On it’s chest are some really tiny spider legs.
  • Meowthra goes against it, mimicking a Japanese Kaiju fight. Everyone thinks she’s gonna win until the snake splashes her with water, making her very angry, and her leg is broken by TGD. Kai is is on the brink of rage and tries to destroy the snake, but ends up almost killing himself when the snake smacks him with his tail.
  • Don’t worry, she’s not dead, just hurt.
  • The Ninja now have to find a way to force TGD off the island and trap it somewhere, and Garmadon suggests his old volcano. They could feed it food in there and keep it napping, since it’s “probs a billion years old or something, I dunno”.
  • Lloyd has a dream that some creepy guy wants to help
  • He goes out to look for him at night and finds a cave with a strange helmet inside. A mysterious voice tells Lloyd to put on the helmet and he will have enough power not to drive away the snake, but to kill it. He questions why it sounds so evil and the voice responds “That’s what everyone calls me. Why do you think there’s still so much g-I mean, evil in this world? Because nobody trusts the creepy guy with the obviously evil magical helmet! If somebody picked it up a long while ago, a lot of stuff wouldn’t have had to happen!”
  • Lloyd is really tired so he picks up the helmet anyway and tells his friends about it, not wanting them to repeat the Ultimate Weapon nonsense again. They’re skeptical, but agree the helmet looks cool enough it could save the day. Plus Lloyd doesn’t remember a lot of the evil stuff with the guy.
  • Even though the helmet is clearly evil and is whispering curse words.
  • Lloyd uses the helmet and the snake disappears, but the creepy voice calls out and takes control of Lloyd’s powers, screaming “I AM THE OVERLORD!!! AND I AM ALIVE ONCE AGAIN!!!”. Lloyd is whisked away somewhere else.
  • Everyone is a mess. Without Lloyd as the team glue, how do they function?
  • Surprise surprise, Kai decides to be the team leader, which everyone agrees to because they just don’t want to be leader.

Should I go on?

patspokemon  asked:

Now I'm imagining Arranged Marriage Sweetie Belle insisting Twilight lay down with her on the spot and take a nap

Aside from Rarity, Sweetie Belle would probably have Twilight wrapped around her hoof. What I’m imagining is Sweetie Belle falling asleep in the afternoon while Twilight’s reading her something, and Twi just doesn’t have it in her to wake her up so she allows her to sleep, maybe even dozes off herself…

And then a little time later, Rarity walks in and she thinks the whole scene is so cute, but Twilight starts awake and she sees Rares and she feels guilty, so she’s studdering and going like “I-I-I’m so sorry! I just– I was– please it was my fault don’t punish Sweetie Belle” because Sweetie Belle would be considered old enough in Twi’s household to be “too old for napping” and therefore punished if she were caught. And Rarity would be so confused and so heartbroken because Twilight honestly thought she did something wrong, so she sets about comforting the terrified gal. Probably it all ends in a precious heartfelt hug fest? I dunno fam what do you guys think?? O:

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So I’m having a bad day.

Tamatoa my yabby has passed away.

I think he had a bad molt or couldn’t molt, I dont know.
All I do know is I tried to give that little guy the best care possible and it still wasn’t enough.
His water params were perfect but when I picked him up his whole shell felt really soft. So I guess he couldn’t molt.

I didn’t think I’d be this devastated by his death but shit guys I am. I don’t know if I’ll get another yabby because I really do love the critters but I dunno I think I’ll just wait a bit, focus on other things.

RIP little buddy 👑

You’ll be sorely missed.
Partners In Crime

Pairing: Peter x OC

Summary: Peter puts himself in trouble for defending his classmate in class from transphobic teacher. They both get detention, and some churros.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: This is a trans boy Peter x non-binary OC story. Not particularly romantic but just some casual fluff. The OC goes by ze/hir pronoun :)


“Y’know you didn’t have you drag yourself into this.”

Peter withdraws his sight from the small television on the desk, slowly turning to his classmate on the left, who isn’t paying attention at Captain’s speech about responsibility at all. He blinks his drowsy eyes, struggling to support himself up.

“Uh,” he shrugs, “s’not a big deal. I mean- it is a big deal though. The way Mr. Crawson talked to you was simply awful. Anyone who saw that situation would speak out for you.”

“Not everyone.” Hir voice fades a bit, but the smile on hir face widens. “There were a full class of people, but here’s only you and me.”

Peter grins back, but looking away as he immediately feels silly. “Sometimes people just, well, need some more courage… I guess? Like, it was very badass of you… ‘gender isn’t real and you’re free to suck my ass!’ you really snapped him there.” He recollects, doing a cutting throat gesture.

“Ah-ha! You should look at his face!” Ze burst into laughter, then quickly hides it with a few coughs when ze spots Mrs. Lambert raising her eyebrow. “You’re not bad yourself. ‘Gender is as fake as that toupee on your bald top.’ Shots fired, Parker.”

“Ha, call me Peter though.” Peter straightens his spine, doodling absently on his notebook. “I just realized we never properly talked to each other before? S’kinda crazy. You’re—uh…M-M…”

“Mneme. M-N-E-M-E. Nee-mee.” Ze writes down the letters on the corner of the desk, “Or you can call me Jupiter XL, I won’t mind. Sounds like a code name.”

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slythekiel  asked:

If yer doing requests could you do a timelord!Ezekiel and companion!jake, Jazekiel please. *-^

Woo, this one was a bit of a doozey, but I have to admit it was super fun! Now, I’ve got to be honest here, I stopped watching the show after 11 so most of the actual ‘timelord’ stuff is off of a not-so-trustworthy memory but just…go with it ;)

Sorry for the super long wait, friend, but I seriously hope you enjoy!!

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so uh i attempted a follow up for the drabble thing i wrote the other day so yeah…


“Okay, Agent Mulder, this is what I could find for you.” Mary pulled a long, baggy article of clothing from the rack that looked vaguely like the skin of some exotic animal.

“Fred Flintstone?”

“We needed to run with the redhead thing for Agent Scully. Redheads stick out, especially ones with non-redhead costumes. She wasn’t a big fan of dyeing her hair so this is what we came up with,” she defended.

“This was the only one?”

“I suggested that one princess… Ariel?”

“And you’re still alive?” He looked impressed.

Mary giggled. She’d been dressing the two of them for undercover ops for years and knew how frustrated Scully got when forced from her pantsuit safety better than anyone.

“Well, when I told her, this costume didn’t have as many rips in it as it does now.”

Mulder gave a laugh. “Okay, thanks Mary.”


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Oliver Wood/Reader- Soft Kisses

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

Originally posted by stop-this-pain


You were in Potions when you felt a pair of eyes on you. As you looked to your left you can see your best friend Oliver staring at you, you quickly made a silly face at him and went back to taking notes. You always had a crush on him but, you didn’t think he had a crush on you so you moved on. For a few months now you had been dating Draco Malfoy. Even though you didn’t love him as much as you did Oliver but you mad the choice not to loose your best friend by confessing your love for him. After Potions class you went straight to Gryffindor girls dorm room to get changed for your date with Draco.

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ask-katotter  asked:

So uhh I dunno of you've seen the new overwatch hero Moira, but she is serving STRONG Norberon vibes

haha i was ON that

i wasnt gonna say anything here because i didnt wanna be that guy seeing their own OC in everything but if i got people coming to me about it i can guilt-free say that i am delighted

A Royal Commission (4)

@fleetstreetfatality WHO YOU SHOULD ALL FOLLOW BECAUSE SHE”S PERFECT OKAY

The cafe is….quaint is probably the word. It surprises him because the place looks like a blue collar sort of joint and yet, Noctis is leaning against the outside like he fits right in.

Prompto glances around, because he’s the Prince.No one is giving Noctis a second look. A couple people’s gazes linger on him though and he shifts uncomfortably, wondering why as he closes the distance to Noctis.

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Golden Hour - Oneshot

They dance in the gardens.

The festivities have already stretched long into the day’s golden hour, and they have snuck away for their own private ball.  They can still see moving people moving and laughing inside the palace, but there is only peace out here.  The Madame and the Maestro have not stopped their delightful music, surely, but no sound reaches their ears, not here; in the quiet beauty of nature they find their own song.

He can’t stop looking at her.  His step is as swift and fluid as it was in those darkened nights when the ballroom was dusty and she floated around him, unable to stay completely still.  His eyes define blue, and even the cornflowers surrounding them cannot compare to the vibrancy his irises hold.  He does not smile; only pauses every so often to kiss her cheeks, her forehead, her neck.  After all, happiness is not the only emotion that is felt tonight; there is also love, relief, sonder.  Those don’t need to be expressed with a smile.  They had the rest of their lives to smile and laugh.  For now, they only needed to feel each other and know that they were there.  And tonight, he is flying in her eyes.

And her eyes hold more light than the sun itself; she is glowing, she is radiance incarnate.  Her entire expression is fixated on his, and she does smile—a dazzling, joyous thing that does not belong on this earth. Her hands grasp his own, her mere touch setting him aflame with desire.  Her movements are not as coordinated; she still has feathers where her feet are, but he doesn’t mind, how can he, when he’s lost in her, her being, hereverything.  He does not deserve her.  What could he have possibly done to earn this very moment?  Everything is so light, so weightless, and here she is grounding him, burning through him.  It’s all upside down.

Hours later—or has it been minutes?—they do hear music in the gardens.  A few hedges over, hidden from their sight, a violin sings something young and light to the golden sky, which is beginning to mingle with pink from the clouds.  They glance at each other and laugh with the knowledge that they’re not the only ones that have left the festivities for a little while.  They lean into the music and fall into step with one another.  Despite its quiet tones, it is a melody that’s quick, full of vivacity, and they try to keep up.  She trips over her feet and falls towards him, but he has a quick hand and doesn’t just catch her.  He sweeps her off her feet and spins her around, not even missing a step.  She giggles as he sets her back down again, and soon they are both spinning around each other, hands wrapped around each others’ waists.

But then she becomes too tired, and he becomes too lost, and they sit on a bench, facing the west, watching as the sun slowly begins to brush the tips of the mountains.  Her head is on his shoulder, his arm wraps around her. They will rejoin the others soon, but they only have need of each other at the moment.

“Lumiére?” she asks.

“Mmm?”

“I love you.” Three words, but they are pure, untempered, so full of emotion; she’s close to tears.

He laughs and turns to kiss her slowly.  She caresses his face and he responds in kind, running his fingers under her wig and through her hair.  He smiles, and stares at her with eyes that challenge the sky.

“As I adore you,” he replies, “mon coeur.”

Torch Song is such a fucking beautiful and underappreciated song on Crash Love. (Which is, as I’ve realized in my ‘old age’ a very underappreciated album.)

There’s all this awe and reverence for the subject of the song with this underlayer of bitterness, something I’ve always loved about AFI’s songs. Now this is probably, actually very likely to just be me projecting, but this is how I’ve always read AFI’s songs from a lyrics/general feeling perspective: There’s a common thread of being in absolute, poetic awe of something whether it’s a former lover, a feeling, or some sort indefinable “spiritual” experience related to either of the above. But there’s always this sense of being destroyed or undone by it, or else overwhelmed to the point of drowning or being consumed by it. Torch Song is such a powerful example of this kind of…dichotomy of feelings.

And the music fits so absolutely perfectly with the lyrics. The guitar starts out kind of high and dissonant but then morphs into this beautiful riff that perfectly accents the important, vital parts of the lyrics. There’s this soaring ballad quality to the chorus especially with the higher pitched backing vocals.

Sorry to go all snobby art school critique mode on you guys, but I’ve just always been overwhelmed by this song. And yet when I let people listen to it they don’t get it. I didn’t get it until I actually looked up the lyrics (because Davey doesn’t enunciate and you miss so much important stuff that really makes the song). I was just floored looking up the first few lyrics which I couldn’t understand at first, the only bits I got were: “I’d tear out my eyes for, you my dear”

But then I read this part: 

“I saw you. Angels came to light your path.
I heard you keep their wings pressed under glass.
Now am I, so enthralled that I might die?
I saw you, sweetly smile, and say “do try”

And just seeing this written out is underwhelming because you need that vocal delivery to really get it.

I dunno guys, I’m overwhelmed with emotion every time I hear it and the only way I can think to express it is by writing overly important sounding sentences.

Are there other people who hear an AFI song, even if they’ve listened to it 50,000 times; but they’ll hear it in the context of a certain moment in time and just have to take a moment to process it? Also, do yourselves a favor, if you’ve never listened to Burials while driving down a pitch black country road at 3 in the morning do it. There’s something about being alone in a vehicle in a place that’s barely recognizable and only being able to see a patch of ground two feet in front of you and hearing the The Sinking Night come on with the booming drums first.