ghost of mars

She’s Weird Like That Playlist:

1. There’s No Use In Trying Anymore- Acid Ghost//2. All My Only Dreams- The Wonders//3. Angela- The Lumineers//4. Atlas- Coin//5. Calling All My Lovelies- Bruno Mars//6. A Change Of Heart- The 1975//7. I Don’t Wanna Dance- Coin//8. Finesse- Bruno Mars//9. Graveyard Whistling- Nothing But Thieves//10. I Want You- Kings Of Leon//11. Liability- Lorde//12. No More Sad Songs- Little Mix//13. Now- Paramore//14. Empty- Olivia O'Brien//15. Hard Times- Paramore//16. Perfect- Selena Gomez//17. Playing God- Paramore//18. Rich Girl- Gwen Stefani//19. Consideration- Rihanna ft. SZA//20. Same Ole Mistakes- Rihanna//21. Sober- Selena Gomez//22. Sometimes- Ariana Grande//23. Soundcheck- Catfish and the Bottlemen//24. Touch- Little Mix//25. Way Down We Go- Kaleo//🌵

anonymous asked:

Can I request bughead making out by the bleachers before lunch or during cheer practice and the others don't know about them being together?

Perfect! I’ll think I’ll make this one sweet.

He toyed with the edge of her too short cheerleading skirt, smiling down at her and placing a hand to her hip, dragging her into him.

She rested her palms against the solid of his chest, her cheek falling to rest there.

“I missed you today” she hummed quietly.

He closed his eyes, resting his chin on the top of her head, inhaling and taking in the peaches and cream that was purely Betty.

“Missed you too, had to finish up some lab work during lunch. I left my phone at home, otherwise I would’ve texted you.”

“I had to sit in between Archie and Veronica, and you know how they get when they’re fighting, I felt like a mediating mother.” She pulled away meeting his eyes.

“I’m sad to say I do, I was in the middle during history, I still have Veronica’s nail prints on my arm” he pulled away throwing his arm to show Betty.

She giggled, before peeking out,

“Do you think everyone’s gone?”

He glanced over the metal bleachers.

“Too soon to tell, I’m afraid. Looks like I get to keep you all to myself a little while longer.” He reached his hands moving her slightly to avoid her hitting her head and getting knocked out by one of the lower bleachers.

She sighed softly, the ghost of a frown marring her features

“I wish we didn’t have to meet behind these bleachers everyday, just to walk Home together.”

He nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear

“I know bets, but you know how our friends are, we wouldn’t get a moments peace if they found out we’re together. I know we have to tell them eventually but is it so bad to wanna stay in our little bubble.”

She leaned up against the cool metal, smiling at her incredibly sweet boyfriend

“I guess our little bubble isn’t so bad.”

Suddenly Jughead had a wicked grin on his face

“Well perhaps I can persuade you by showing you all the fabulous benefits of staying in said bubble.” His hands were holding the back of the bleacher, effectively caging her in.

And giving her a fabulous view of his amazing arms. (What? her man was hot. No shame here)

She squeaked out a giggle before his mouth was covering hers and all prior worries were forgotten.

He always tasted soo good, it was just something about him, she couldn’t quite place it. He was an amazing kisser, something that took her by surprise considering he claimed to have never had a girlfriend before her. But her favorite part about jugheads kisses was the gentle way he showed her he was all hers, he made her feel like she was the only girl in the world, it was something she had never experienced before and something she would never be able to get enough of. Threading her fingers through his hair she sighed into the kiss.

Jughead couldn’t help but smile, Betty always amazed him. How she could taste like a strawberry milkshake was beyond him, but who was he to complain, she was his favorite flavor. She knew when to be gentle and when to be rough, her fingers always massaged his head making his eyes nearly roll back in pleasure.
She was everything to him and if he could keep her all to himself, kissing and holding her all day everyday, you bet your ass he would.

Unfortunately all good things must come to an end.


The couple pulled apart, both bodies snapping to the familiar voice of their friend.

Sure enough, Veronica, Kevin, Archie, and Cheryl were standing in front of them, jaws on the floor.

Jughead spoke first, rubbing his neck nervously

“Hey guys, what’s u..”

“OH.MY.GOD” Veronica repeated

Betty stepped forward

“Listen Ronnie it’s not…”

But it was too late Veronica was pushing past Jughead, Cheryl hot on her tail and kevin leaning against the bleachers smiling smugly at Jughead.

Jughead shot Kevin a glare as Archie slapped a hand to his shoulder

“I knew it man, those looks you kept throwing Betty’s way, were far from friendly. I’m happy for you dude. Really”

Jughead grunted a thanks, turning to save his girlfriend from the masses

“Alright ladies can we please save this conversation for pops, I’m starving and I’ve really worked up an appetite today.”

Kevin walked ahead of him glancing over his shoulder and smirking

“Oh I’m sure you have Jughead.”

Jughead snapped his head up at Kevin

Veronica could not stop talking

“Girl if you don’t think double dates are in our near future, I totally cannot handle you.”

Cheryl huffed “well great now I’m the only single one. Thanks a lot Betty and jughead.”

Jughead quickly snatched his girlfriends hand as Veronica spoke to Cheryl about her cousin and setting her up.

“So much for our little bubble.” He whispered with a shrug

Betty smiled squeezing his hand

“We still have our bubble juggie, it’s just a little bit bigger.”

They both stared at the retreating backs of their best friends, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Never Take Luck For Granted, Guardians

I can’t help but notice that over the past year or so we’ve had a huge influx of Guardians being revived just outside the Wall, in the Cosmodrome. Still not sure why that’s been such a hotspot for Ghosts lookin’ for potential Guardians to resurrect, but hey, you don’t see me complaining over a wave fresh new recruits!

To those of you that celebrate your new re-birthdays in Old Russia, congrats, you’ve basically won the lottery on potential places to start a new life. The Cosmodrome is a well-patrolled area with no shortage of weapons, cover, and ships to take advantage of. I’m sure most of you were on your way to The City within a few hours. Some had to tough it out for days, maybe even a week or two before you stumbled into a patrolling Fireteam or a ship that could still flap her wings hard enough to getcha goin’.

Not all of us are that lucky. Not even close.

I’m sure you’ve seen some by now. The Dead Ghosts. Scattered around in odd places, tucked away in dark corners, all across the solar system. Some of those were likely from new bloods, Guardians who never saw the Traveler, the Tower, the City, or even another Guardian.

Imagine waking up, starting your second chance, and realizing you’re deep into the wastelands of Mars, with no buildings, no supplies, no life in sight. Only to have your light snuffed out, whether it’s by the cold, starvation, or the Cabal.

You’re the survivors. And here’s to you. But more than that, you all are the lucky ones.

And don’t you ever take that for granted.

- Cayde-6


Iceman #1 (2017)

B.o.B//B.o.B Presents: The Adventures of Bobby Ray

anonymous asked:

Top 5 guilty pleasures!

i could give like…so many. i mostly associate ~guilty pleasures~ more with stuff that the majority dislike/criticially panned and i like, rather than the usual definition of media i feel guilty for enjoying, tho. here’s a clump:

ghosts of mars (2002, john carpenter)

the lone ranger (2013, gore verbinski)

halloween 3: season of the witch (1982, tommy lee wallace)

1941 (1979, steven spielberg)

the happening (2008, m. night shyamalan)

unfriended (2015, levan gabriadze)

house of 1000 corpses (2003, rob zombie)

fast and the furious: tokyo drift (2006, justin lin)

trash humpers (2009, harmony korine)

the car (1977, elliot silverstein)

darkman (1990, sam raimi)

hobo with a shotgun (2011, jason eisener)

the slumber party massacre (1982, amy holden jones)

death wish 3 (1985, michael winner)

the punisher (1989, mark goldblatt)

scooby-doo (2002, raja gosnell)

the exterminator (1980, james glickenhaus)

hollywood chainsaw hookers (1988, fred olen ray)

m-a-x-i-m-i-l-i  asked:

hello! I think it was you who I saw talking about ghosts going beyond earth to look for guardians? I found a grimoir card just now of a ghost shell recording from somewhere near Ceres.

Yep, there’s mention of Unpaired Ghosts among Titan hosts on Mars, and around the asteroid belt area and the Reef. Ceres is in Reef space, and there’s a card about a Ghost hitching a ride on a Dead Orbit ship, I’m not sure if it’s the same one you found.

And as brainwolf mentioned there is reason for speculation that Nine Ghosts may have passed beyond that, but there’s no other cannon support of Ghosts finding their way beyond the asteroid belt. Which is a true shame because there is an entire army of dead Exos out there on Europa or Io or something, one of those moons.

Collab with @stranded-on-mars! They wanted me to work more on their fish arrow fakemon. The designs are mostly exactly the same, where the final stage I tweaked it for it’s own spin. 

Stage 1

Spearanha, the spearhead pokemon. It sharpens itself on rocks along the riverbank to defend itself from predators. However, it is not much of a treat to those who catch it. Ancient civilizations used this pokemon for cutting things.

Stage 2

Archthys(archer+ichthys), the arrow pokemon. Archthys are able to zoom astounding speeds in the air, given enough force. The tip of it’s head is sharp enough to pierce skin.

Stage 3

Symbonarrow(symbiosis+bone+bow+arrow), the symbiont pokemon. It is said that the ‘bow’ and the 'arrow’ of this pokemon are two separate entities. They are known to argue with each other, but when working together, the shot is more precise and powerful. A symbonarrow performs better when it is closer to its trainer. 

The typing would probably be ghost/fighting as stranded-on=mars suggested, but I actually think it could be fighting>>fighting>>steel/fighting!

A note: The bow and arrow are side by side, not in each other. If symbonarrow were to be drawn on the other side, the arrow would be in front, and the bow would be in the back.



Steve Rogers Playlist ♫
  1. Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit 
  2. Marvin Gaye - Trouble Man
  3. Harry James & Kitty Kallen -  It’s Been A Long, Long Time
  4. My Chemical Romance - The Ghost Of You
  5. Bruno Mars - It Will Rain
  6. Gotye - Somebody That I Used To Know
  7. Imagine Dragons - Radioactive
  8. The Civil Wars & Taylor Swift - Safe & Sound
  9. Bruce Springsteen - Dancing In the Dark 
  10. Point Break - Still Breathing
  11. Elvis Presley - Burning Love
  12. Bill Withers - Ain’t No Sunshine
  13. Otis Redding - Cigarettes and Coffee
  14. Larry Clinton - Heart And Soul  
  15. Bob Dylan - Pretty Peggy-O
  16. Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run
  17. Panic! At The Disco - Death Of A Bachelor
  18. The Weeknd - Earned It
  19. John Legend - All of Me
  20. OneRepublic - Ordinary Human
  21. Paramore - Monster
  22. Evanescence - Bring Me To Life
  23. Snow Patrol - Open Your Eyes
  24. Kings Of Leon - Sex on Fire
  25. Michael Jackson - Beat It
  26. Fun. - Why Am I The One
  27. Arctic Monkeys - I Wanna Be Yours
  28. Hozier - To Be Alone
  29. Vampire Weekend - Giving Up The Gun
  30. The Beatles - Help!
  31. The Eagles - Hotel California
  32. Oasis - Wonderwall
  33. Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood
  34. Stevie Wonder - Don’t You Worry ‘Bout a Thing
  35. No Doubt - It’s My Life 
  36. Christina Perri - A Thousand Years
  37. The Black Eyed Peas - Just Can’t Get Enough 

Trailer: ‘Ghost in the Shell’ - Mar 31

Directed by Rupert Sanders, written by Jonathan Herman and Jamie Moss, starring Scarlett Johansson, Michael Wincott, Michael Pitt, Juliette Binoche, Rila Fukushima, Pilou Asbæk, Chin Han and Takeshi Kitano.

Requested: My Home. // Bucky Barnes Imagine

A/N: A bit long bit it’s fluffy AF! I hope that you like it Anon who requested this! (requests are open!!

Warnings: Very small mentions of abuse. 

Characters: Bucky Barnes, x OC (Maria aka Mars), Avengers (Natasha, Clint, Steve, Tony) 

“Please, I-I have the money! I have it in my purse… please… my chi-” A shot rang through the empty halls of dark office. Interrupting the silence of death, the sweet silence of death she had gotten use too every time she caused it.

Twelve bodies laid around Mars.


No witnesses.

Stepping over puddles of deep crimson innocence, she took off into the busy, bustling streets of a Friday in New York City. The cool October air blew her hair back revealing her face too much to her liking. She wasn’t suppose to be noticed, she was suppose to be a ghost.

She was a hitman.

Mars made sure her gun was tucked securely in her belts holster that was covered by a black, flannel military pea coat. She tugged her beanie on a bit more tightly, making her bangs become covers for her eyes as she tagged along with the rest of Manhattan’s elite, walking as if she’d just gotten done having coffee with a friend.

You would think she’s dead inside, the way her sunken in eyes stared carelessly at the bodies of the victims, or in her case: business being taken care of. Inside her head was a blank slate waiting for more orders as she got closer to HYDRA headquarters. Mars felt proud- wait.

Hydra’s most lethal infiltrator assassin; Mars.

You’ve completed your mission, go back now.

Sergeant Heinrich’s, voice rang in her ear as if he was standing in front of her, screaming commands as she paced faster down 34th street.

Screaming at her to return back to the residence. She’d completed the mission so back to her residence she goes. Never stopping, her fast walk in thigh high boots, with five inch heels that made her feet and calves moan in pain. But she had to get back to her current residency. Before they got suspicious.

Casualty in war was a necessity to success. HYDRA made sure Mars knew that when she was sent for her missions. Missions were short wars to be fought. And war was all Mars knew, wanted and craved.

After all, she was named after the planet of War.

Mars. They call me Mars. You know why? Mars is the planet of war, and I am a creator of war.

I’m a mercenary assassin.

Assigned to take down the ones who protest us, the ones who refuse to cooperate. HYDRA did not cooperate.

And neither did Tony Stark.

His phone had lit up with the picture of a woman, hot on her heels walking down the street only two blocks over. Coming out of another similar office building. She held no expression, and Tony’s heart ached at the thought of what he had to do.

Maria came to Tony when she was 18, begging for work. She took anything he’d give her, whether it was to apply a new coating on his suit or grab him coffee; she did it with a smile, a genuine one too. But all things that are good come to a sad ending, and hers was more than just unfortunate or tragic. It was the hell a daisy like her shouldn’t endure.

He knew not of what they had done to her, but she was gone by the time she was 21. Her eyes were sad, depressed; Tony was going to get her a counselor for her grieving over her families murder. But then she just. Dropped off the map.

Undetectable for ten years. 31… 31 year old venal killer for HYDRA.

Tony thought that when her family was murdered she was the lucky one to live. Oh how wrong he was.

“Stark, now’s the time. Let’s not dilly dally.” Roger’s voice snapped him out of his mind and he started his walk towards Maria, or as HYDRA had made her: Mars.

Tony was quiet. Casually walking behind her, knowing her keen senses were on high alert. He’d gotten word through his earpiece of the damage she’d done in Dr. Simon Roones office. AKA: a doctor who use to work with HYDRA, until he stopped. You don’t leave HYDRA.

HYDRA leaves you.


“Stark I got Dark Raven coming towards my street. What’s the plan. We can’t just tak-”

“Don’t say anything. She has hearing like a hawk.” Tony grumbled into his fake phone call with Steve. He quickened his pace when he was her starting down a more silent path. She was taking the long route back to Stark’s facility, which was helping Mission Dark Raven go as planned.

She’d be caught in Black Widow’s web if she even opened that door and Hawkeye had his arrow pointed right on her. The serum inside the tip of his arrow to knock her out at least for a good hour or two. Roger’s was watching from above with… the Soldier. As much as Tony hated to admit it, Bucky Barnes was apart of the Avengers.

And dammit they needed him bad for this mission.

“Nat, your status?” Rogers whispered in his earpiece.

“Close enough. Stark, it’s all on you. We’re all in our positions. It just depends on whether she knows you and isn’t in her… different state of mind.”

Swallowing his anxiety down to the pit of his stomach he strapped on the two bracelets to activate his suit in case of a battle which may be quite likely. He saw everyone ready around them. Hidden obviously, but close enough to grab her.

Now was the time.

“Ma’am?” She didn’t turn around. Not a step out of place. As if the words were deaf to her.

“Miss? You dropped a file!” Mars stopped then, and Tony knew he was screwed. 

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