Not totally impressed on how this came out but I had a week’s time limit and hey not bad! A part for a pokerap animated project, I extended it because man the amount of time the guy takes to say Growlithe is 0.63 seconds!! Enjoy!
“But yeah, just give that a little read through…” You hummed, rummaging through your purse as you tried to find your phone. It was ironic that you were a personal assistant (someone who was supposed to be organized and on top of things) when you were consistently losing things! “Your schedule is pretty mellow right now, but things will definitely pick up after you release the album.
“We’re going shopping next week?” Harry beamed, flipping through the pages of your journal. You had intended to print his schedule out for him but that wasn’t ready yet, so the next best thing was your journal.
“Mhm. You’ve got a couple outfits waiting from YSL and a pair of boots from Gucci, I think. Or maybe it’s a pair of boots from YSL and a couple outfits from Gucci.” You paused, blinking owlishly before shaking your head. You wrote it down in your journal, so you’d figure the Gucci/YSL dilemma in a second.
“Uh-huh…” Harry flipped to the next page, suddenly stopping and squinting his eyes. He brought the book a little closer to him and tilted his head to see if he could decipher the message that was scrawled on the side of the page.
“By the way, for the Late-Late show… James asked me about what you wanted in your dressing room. Are you sure you only want two vanilla soy candles? I suggest asking for things like, y’know, water and snacks. You never know when you’ll get peckish. If you’re worried about coming off as greedy, I can just swing by Target before we get there and pick up some granola bars for you.”
“A’right, Mrs. Styles. Sounds good.”
“I-” It was that moment that your heart immediately dropped to your stomach, and you could feel the blood draining from your face. You turned to face Harry with wide eyes, your lips parting in shock. “Pardon me?” Harry’s lips tugged up in a lazy smirk as he flipped your journal around, his finger pointing to the letters that were scrawled in the corner of the page.
Y/N Styles. Y/N Styles? Does that sound good? It could work. Has a nice ring to it.
Oh, god. You totally forgot about that. You had written it down because you were just curious, (and maybe you had been fantasizing about walking down the aisle with Harry waiting on the other end) and it looked like you had forgotten to cross it out. Almost instantly, you sprung up from the couch, snatching the journal from Harry and hugging it to your chest.
“I swear I didn’t write that.” This moment was definitely the highest on the ‘Y/N’s most mortifying moments’ list right now. “It was Y/F/N, and she was just teasing me because I have a crus-” You stopped yourself, letting out a breath. Your cheeks were hotter than hell and your heart was pounding, and you wanted nothing more than for a black hole to appear and swallow you up.
“Because you what? Didn’t catch tha’, love.”
“It’s a long story. Say, how about we go get some lunch? I’m starving.” You cleared your throat, your voice wavering slightly. Harry nodded before pushing himself off the couch, swiping his phone off the coffee table.
“You’ve got the entirety of lunch to tell me this long story.” He grinned, giggling as the mortified expression returned to your face. “I do have to agree with you though - Y/N Styles does have a nice ring to it.”
had been almost four months since Zach asked me out that wonderful day and I’m
glad to say that I made the right decision because being with him was the best
thing that had happened to me in a long time.
already knew how kind he could be, but now it was something totally different,
he made me feel like if there were no one else in this world but us, he always
had a compliment for me in the mornings and the thing I liked the most was that
he never tried to hide our relationship, in fact, there were times that it
looked like he wanted everyone to know that we were together.
I didn’t like spending time with his friends, I have to say that Alex was my
favourite and we used to talk in school, Justin was better than I expected,
Monty thought he was better than everyone else and I didn’t even want to see
Bryce, having him around made me feel uncomfortable.
though everything was ideal there was something around my head lately and it
was the fact that we hadn’t done it yet. There had been so many opportunities,
but we didn’t make it to the end.
were taking things slowly and I loved it because that was one of the reasons
why our relationship was drama free, bit when it came to that particular thing
I couldn’t help but feel bad with myself because it was always him the one who
avoided the situation and I knew he had been in other relationships and one
night stands, so I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to have sex with me.
come on love” he begged pulling my hand backwards in his direction so I could
face him “come to the party, you never come to any of them” he was making a
puppy face, something he knew that always worked.
because I don’t like parties and because you always get drunk” I answered trying
to stay firm.
promise, if you come I won’t drink a single cup” he said lifting his hand, like
he was doing an oath.
don’t know Zach… I don’t feel like going to a party” I stopped looking at him
and I lowered my tone “but that doesn’t mean you can’t go and have fun”
there were something I wanted to avoid that was being a possessive girlfriend,
one who deprives his boyfriend of things if she’s not involved, I didn’t want
to make Zach stop having fun because of my insecurities.
would have fun if you were there” I looked at him in the eyes again, with all
the love I had to give him with just a look and he brought his lips to mine immediately.
going to be late for math” I mumble between kisses.
I’ll see you later” he said before giving me another kiss in my lips and other
in my forehead, he let my hand go and left for his next class.
walked to math where I sat with Alex, which wasn’t a great help because neither
him nor me were good in this class.
we were doing the exercises the teacher had said, and I had to say I was trying
really hard to understand something in that paper, Alex talked.
you going to tell me what the matter is?” I lifted my head to look at him, I
didn’t get what he was talking about “You’re awfully quiet today and what’s
even worst, you’re trying to do this exercises, something is really wrong” I
sighed, resting my back in the chair; I didn’t think it was so obvious.
I wouldn’t say this to anyone, I’m not that kind of person who talks about her
private life, but since you know Zach longer than me, maybe you can help me
with something” I lowered my voice so no one could hear us, even though we were
sitting at the back of the class.
thing is… Zach and me, we haven’t… you know” I didn’t want to say it out loud,
but he got what I was trying to say “and it’s always him the one who makes some
excuse to avoid the situation and I’m losing my mind trying to find a
you asked him?” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing to do.
course no, I don’t want to scare him or something. I mean, it’s Zach, why wouldn’t
he want to do it? I know his history perfectly”
you think he’s cheating on you?”
I exclaimed in a whisper “Not until now, thank you Alex”
want Alex’s words to get to me, but unfortunately it was too late, they were
setting a camp in my head and taking control of my insecurities.
sorry, I thought you were trying to say that” I couldn’t be mad at Alex for suggesting
that, I’m sure that’s the first thing you think about in a situation like this.
bell rang and I got my things really quick to get out of there before Zach came
to pick me up like he always did between classes.
didn’t want to overreact because I hated when that happened, but I couldn’t
help the feeling inside me telling me to go home, so I listened to it and I left
without saying a word.
were no one at home, so I went upstairs to my room and once I was there I let
myself fall on my bed with my hands on my face, like if that could make reality
disappear, I was making a big deal of this.
phone rang again, it’s been ringing since I left, calls and messages form the same
person, Zach. I hadn’t read the messages, but I could imagine he wanted to know
where I was and what was going on and as much I wanted to avoid the situation I
couldn’t do it forever, so I took my phone and I read the messages, replying to
them just with “I’m home.”
didn’t get an answer, but I knew why and when I heard someone knocking at my
door I confirmed my doubts.
went downstairs and opened, when I saw him I noticed how worried he was, but he
didn’t say anything due to the expression on my face. I step aside so he could
come inside and I closed the door, going to my room again followed by Zach this
I heard he closing the door I turned to look at him, trying to prepare myself
for what I was going to say.
are you cheating on me?” I pushed my lips together after asking that, I didn’t
want to cry for this.
Of course not, why would you think that?” he asked sorting the space between us
and trying to grab my hand, which I moved away.
I don’t know what to think, I’m losing my head trying to understand why every
time we’re about to do something more than just make out you stop and make some
excuse to leave” his expression was confusion, he was going to say something,
but he closed his mouth again “If you don’t want me you just have to say it,
but please… don’t make me fall more for you” my voice was cracking more and
more by the second “Because I will suffer more when you leave” He sighed and
looked me right in the eyes, putting his hands on my cheeks.
what world I wouldn’t want you?” he asked looking from my eyes to my lips and
back to my eyes again, like if he was doing a big effort by not kissing me
I love you” my heart stopped in that exact moment, he was the first of us to
say those words “and I didn’t want you to think that you were like the rest,
because you’re nothing like them”
put my arms around his neck and I kissed him like I’ve never kissed him before.
He brought his hands to my waist and kissed me back passionately making both of
love you Zach” I said just a few inches from his lips just before he kissed me
felt him smile widely while we were kissing due to my words and I couldn’t help
but giggle and break the kiss.
his arms around my waist he lifted me from the ground; I put my legs around his
waist and laughed even more. He walked to my bed, tripping over my bag in the
process and making us fall in the mattress.
were supposed to be the clumsy one” he said, still on top of me.
can share the title” I answered cupping his face between my hands and kissing
kisses were different from the usual, this time they were more passionate and
needed, which turned me on so much.
put my hands on his shoulders, grabbing the neck of his letterman jacket with
my hands and taking it off of him.
I slide my hands down his torso until I reached the end of his t-shirt and I
got my hands under the fabric so I could touch his warm skin. He kissed his way
through my lips to my neck making me moan a little and lifting his shirts
sit himself straight to take the shirt off completely and I could look at his
spectacular body, which a loved feeling on mine.
put his hands in the sides of my head again, but before he kissed me again I
enclosed my arms around his neck and made us roll on the mattress so I would be
on top of him.
looked at him, smiling like a fool when I saw his smile. I sorted the distance
to kiss him, but this time slowly, just enjoying the friction between his lips with
stopped the kiss to look at him again, caressing the soft skin on his cheeks.
wrong?” he asked
I stopped for a second “I was just looking how lucky I am” I whispered.
put his hands on my hips while he sat straight under my legs, in that position our
faces were at the same height, but I can swear my heart was above the clouds.
god I just love you so fucking much” he said with a waspy voice before he sweetly
kissed me again.
A/N: Thank you guys for enjoying BE! Like I said, I think this’ll have like 10 parts (if you guys want more) because I’m totally willing to do it so pls let me know and give me some feedback :) I promise this chapter has more Kylo in it unlike the one before. Thanks for reading, enjoy! [Part One, Two and Three]
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“I am not here to hurt you, y/n. Nor am I here to take you back.” Looking up at Kylo as you gulped, your brows vibrated as you had fought back a cry. You didn’t want to seem weak, nor did you want to seem vulnerable, but with the state you were now in it was hard not to. Seeing the small cut along the side of your cheek, Kylo’s teeth clenched. He was glad he got there when he had, at least he was able to prevent the beasts from going any further.
Quite enjoyed writing this one actually. It was a refreshing way to write Loki - not all fluffy and cute and “misunderstood” but not a total psychopath either. Just clever and sassy and nasty and just… Loki. I hope you’ll agree with me when I say that the character in this fic felt much more natural. If you disagree, please tell me and I’ll experiment with it again in the future. I owe immathrowabrickatyou some credit for the story idea for this one, hope you like how I did it. Enjoy, my darlings!
Plague (Part 1)
Loki hated it on Midgard. His punishment from Odin had been
Thor’s idea – to work alongside his greatest enemies, the Avengers, so as to
try and earn their forgiveness. It had tampered with his plans drastically and
left him thoroughly irritated.
He was not the only new recruit either. You had joined as
repentance for your crimes but under much less murderous circumstances. You’d
been responsible for facing the Avengers in Russia, where they had been
searching for Loki’s sceptre, and after tackling you to the ground, Thor had seen
your potential and brought you in. It turned out that HYDRA had been holding
your family captive and, after their rescue, you agreed to join the team.
You couldn’t stand the silver-tongued God, and the feeling
was mutual. Luckily that was the last thing on your mind as you sat snivelling
on the sofa. Headache, check. Blocked nose, affirmative. Sore throat – of
course! And to top it all off, you were stuck babysitting.
“What is wrong with it?” Loki asked, all too casually from the other side of
the room. You glared at him from but Thor placed a gentle hand on your knee to
quell your anger.
“Nothing is wrong with her Loki. She’s
sick, that is all. You are going to be taking care of her whilst we are on a
Despite Thor’s words, both you and the trickster knew what
he really meant. It was going to be your job to keep him out of trouble whilst the others were away.
“If that stupid ape gives me her disease-”
“Don’t tempt me.” You spat. Thor scowled at you and you coughed before
“It’s just influenza, Loki. Nothing harmful to us. An inconvenience at best.”
“Can I kill him now?” You pleaded.
Thor chuckled before standing. He patted you on the head but you pulled away
before he could do so for long. You certainly didn’t need mollycoddling.
“Good luck.” He declared as he departed, long crimson cape flowing behind him.
“I do not need luck, Odinson.” Loki sneered. Thor smirked and peered back
around the doorframe.
“Who said I was talking to you?”
Summary : Lucy was a 24 years old lone survivor, in her path of survival and escaping death , she stumbled across The Saviors who took her to The Sanctuary, where she found shelter and food. But what she didn’t know was that the girl who always hated and bullied her at school, is one of Negan’s wives (Frankie ) and is about to turn her life into a living hell all over again!
“Fuck my life!!”
Lucy muttered under her breath as she sat on the cold ground of her cell staring at the dirty wall , hugging her knees. Her breath hitched in her throat and a tear escaped her blue eyes.
Gabriel walked into your bedroom that morning, padding up to your bed slowly. You were so peaceful when you slept. It was completely different from the face he had seen last night. You looked so strung out; as if you were going to break.
Balthazar and Samandriel were dead, he couldn’t understand how you could see them. Perhaps there was something that he didn’t know. He was sure that he knew everything about you and people like you. It had been thousands of years since someone like you had come along.
“In the last war, didn’t I supposedly go missing,” Balthazar rambled. “How ironic for me to die protecting someone; a human to be exact. Although [Y/N] isn’t technically human.”
I worked on a larger and more detailed pic for two hours until my photoshop crashed (yes i totally forgot to save) OTL this is what I had in mind.. kind of.. maybe I’m gonna draw the whole thing properly again, but not tonight
Okay so I watched Tangled today and, after making a cup of tea and spilling the water on the side, this idea came to me. I’m still working on requests but I wanted to slip this one in whilst the idea was still in my head. I could very easily make a part two of this but I’ll stick to working through the requests (although if one of you wanted to casually request a part two to this, I totally wouldn’t mind. Like at all.) Enjoy, my darlings!
“Frying Pans! Who knew, right?”
“What do you mean you’ve never had a curry?” Clint placed
his hand on his chest, feigning offense.
“Well, I was a little busy.” Pietro chuckled folding his arms. The agent, who
had quickly become like a father to the Maximoff twins, shook his head
“Tut tut Pietro, I am disappointed.” Barton muttered. The silver-haired
speedster shrugged, apparently not bothered about the treat he was seemingly
missing. When Clint clicked his fingers, Pietro looked up.
“How about you and Wanda come over Friday night? My treat. I’ll
show you what real food tastes like.” With a proud smile, Clint began to leave
the room so that Pietro couldn’t protest. “I’ve got a small place in the city
down on 6th Avenue, Tony’ll give you the address. Call in about
5-ish.” He said, continuing to edge further and further out of the room.
Rolling his eyes, Pietro made a mental note to invite Wanda to the recently
concocted dinner party and prayed that she would accept.
Despite Wanda having agreed to come, Pietro still found
himself knocking on Clint’s front door alone. His sister had apologised and
said that “training” would prevent her from leaving the tower until at least 6
o’clock – but Pietro knew that by “training”, she had really meant spending
time with Vision who she’d become more familiar with as of late. Trying to pry
his mind away from the images forming in his mind, Pietro rapped his knuckles
against the door a couple more times. Nothing.
Leaning his ear against the door, he could hear music being
played from somewhere inside, albeit too loudly. He came to the conclusion that
he couldn’t be heard even if Clint was home. He turned the door handle and, to
his delight, it swung open and Pietro walked inside. He stopped abruptly to
wipe his feet. He was cocky, not rude. Pietro then removed his shoes and padded
softly through the corridor, navigating Clint’s surprisingly large apartment in
search of the resident.
The person in the kitchen, however, was not Clint.
You weren’t sure why Dean agreed to come back to your hometown with you. He hardly spoke a single word, but you couldn’t be upset with him. You hadn’t said a word either. You could tell Dean wasn’t a fan of your family, or their friends for that matter. You couldn’t blame him. They were all terrible and hurtful towards you.
You were sitting at the picnic table with Dean, one of your brothers, and a few of his friends. Dean was humming Metallica as he sat next to you. It was no secret that you and Dean were dating. It only made being around your family more difficult. They always had questions for Dean that you knew he wasn’t going to be truthful about.
At this point, your brother’s friends were annoyed with your presence. They started to make crude remarks about your appearance. It’s why Dean started to hum music in the first place. Your brother did nothing to stop the onslaught of insults. Eventually Dean got up from his seat at the picnic table and left to sit under a tree several yards away from you.
The Tower was surprisingly quiet. Normally, it would be bursting with activity and voices could be heard from just about anywhere. Instead, it was the complete opposite. Out of the five years you had been there, you didn’t think it had ever been that quiet.
You were in your room practically bored out of your mind. You flipped through the channels on your tv aimlessly.
A/N: Ahh, sorry this took a bit, I’ve been busy all day and finally came around to write/post it! Thank you all so much for enjoying part one, I didn’t expect to get back so much feedback! I have a feeling this fic will possibly have a totally of four parts? But I’m assuming and that is if you guys want more; please let me know if you do, I’ll definitely get on to it! Anyway, here’s part two, enjoy and thank you for reading!
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Jealousy was an understatement. The thought that the girl he had liked had fallen for someone else–that was their professor–made him sick to the stomach. Hux was furious, how could something like this happen? He was sure the feelings must’ve been mutual, you seemed interested and you were always socializing with the young man when he spoke to you…so why were you making out with Ren?
You’re best friend was dating a very famous soccer player. She always tried to drag you to their matches but sports weren’t really your thing. To you watching sports was like watching paint dry. After days of begging your best friend finally convinced you to come to a match.
Because your best friend was known with team you were allowed to come and watch them warm up. You sat on the side lines and watched as the players passed the balls back and forth. You best friend carried a conversation with one of the coaches. It was sort of cool that you were seeing the players up close . You usually saw them on tv when your best friend forced you to watch the game with her. You didn’t know any of them by name except her boyfriend.
You continue to watch them warm up when you saw a boy in a beanie stretching on the field. You read his jersey and noticed his name was Zayn. You couldn’t see his face because his back was facing you . Your stare was interrupted by your best friends voice.
“For some one who hates sports you sure look interested. ” they giggled.
You felt a little embarrassed you were caught staring but he was honestly a nice view. You continued your gaze as he stood up and started passing the ball with another player .
“ that’s zayn by the way .. I could hook you up if you want ” your best friend said wiggling their eyebrows
Before for you could respond you were knocked down by a flying soccer ball . You opened your eyes and zayn was hovering over you .
“ you okay, babe? ” he pulled you up
Your best friend rushed over to see if you were okay but as she saw you talk to Zayn she began to back away.
You rubbed your head “ I think …”
He smirked “ I think you need some ice.”
He wrapped his arm around your waist help you to the locker rooms .
He sat you down on one of the bench then went to get an ice pack.
It smelled sweaty which made the headache you already had worse . When he returned you gave him a gentle smile.
“Sorry about that . My kick was really off. ” he said handing you the ice pack
“ it’s okay , I’m fine. ” you reassured
“ you sure that ball hit you pretty hard. I’m Zayn by the way. ” he put his hand out
You shook it “ y/n ”. ’ Soft’ You thought
“ My games about to start so you can lie in the massage room until you feel better. It kinda stinks in here . There’s water in there too. ” Zayn directed you towards the room
“ thanks , Zayn. ” you smiled holding the ice pack to your head
“It’s the least I can do. I nearly knocked you out . Sorry you have to miss the game . If you want I’d like you to come to the next one . ” he offered
Even though sports wasn’t the least bit interesting to you you didn’t mind watching him play .
“ I’d like that . Go number one ! ” you cheered
“ that’s the spirit! You go get some rest, I’ll check on you after that game ! ”
He jogged out of the the locker room to the arena. Shortly after your best friend came in and gave you a look then shrieked.
“ okay okay I’m head still hurts you know. ” you pointed to your head
“ I’m sorry but tell me everything . He’s totally hot . I mean you think he’s totally hot right?”
“ yeah…” You said smiling shyly
Forcing every last detail out of you of what just happened they went back to watch the game. You sat in the room icing your throbbing headache and replayed your little conversation with Zayn . You might have had a little crush …
Let us begin this fic by wishing georghiousophia a very happy birthday! And also, I think I owe you an apology. This is a birthday fic - as requested - but I sort of strayed from the fluffy request and made something a little darker. I have a bad habit at the minute of trying to suit the story to the character and this is one of those times where it sort of got away from me. I hope you still enjoy it but I would totally understand you making the same request but for a more fluffy version. If you’d like I’ll do a part 2 to this one where he comes back the next year - that was he’s more actively remembering the birthday. Either way, enjoy, my darlings!
Prompt: I was wondering if you could do a avengers/ Loki one shot for me as its the readers birthday and she didn’t want to tell the others because she thought they had better things to do but Loki remembers and although he knows all the avengers dislike him he comes to Midgard and then there is loads of fluff happens ???
“Castigations and Celebrations” (Part 1)
Your presence within the Avengers was not one that you
boasted about. As someone who had made a name for herself in crime and villainy,
your companionship with Earth’s mightiest was not the best badge on your
brownie sash. During the Battle of New York, however, your intentions were alike
and thus your allegiance formed.
One opportunity you never thought they’d give you, despite
the fact that you were working together, was to interrogate Loki, the trickster
God after his capture.
“Well, well.” He cooed upon seeing you arrive next to his glass prison. “They
send the beauty to tame the beast.”
“They sent someone who’d really would rather not be here – so the quicker you
refuse to give me any information, the quicker I can leave.”
“Who said I wouldn’t give you anything?” A sneer spread
across his lips as his eyes lowered. “A foreign flower such as yourself might
be able to charm even me.” You hummed quietly, dragging a metal chair across
the railings to sit by the glass between you and the Asgardian. The screech it
created caused Loki’s cheek to hollow as his teeth ground together.
“I’ve heard of your silver-tongue…” You mused, lowering yourself onto the seat.
“But I didn’t expect to be on the receiving end of it.”
“Let me a little closer and you’ll receive it in a much different way, if it
“The only thing I want your tongue doing is shedding
secrets. If you don’t intend to spill any then I’ll be on my way.” You sighed,
leaning back in the chair and propping your feet up on a nearby railing.
“Alright… I shall make you a deal.” He began but you shook your head and held
up your hands.
“Nuh-uh. No. No deals, not with you.”
“I see that you’re a little more intelligent than your teammates.” Your mind
whisked back to Tony in front of his computer.
“Intelligent? No. Stubborn, absolutely.” You grinned. The
God returned your smile, though with a little more malice than you might have
liked. His eyes wandered about your figure, not perversely, but more
analytically – he was assessing you, sizing you up as an opponent. With a deep
breath, you began interrogation.
I was really impressed [by Joyce Linehan]. She was a lower-level music executive and she had lots of matching Body Shop shampoo and I’d never seen that before. And I thought ‘one day I’ll have enough money and all my cosmetics are gonna match’. I also thought that the guy I was going out with - who I later married [referring to Cobain]… and that wasn’t the transvestite in Las Vegas the other time [referring to her short-lived marriage to James Moreland]… I thought that he didn’t like me and that he liked this total poser idiot girl, so I wrote this song about him.
I figured that given we’re nearing Halloween, I’d try and incorporate it somehow. This is as close as I could get. I realise that I haven’t been uploading as much recently but I’ve totally had a good reason - I was sleeping every day until noon for a bit and rewatching the Harry Potter films. Sue me. This was requested by @all-nerds-here, I hope you like it!
Prompt: I know you have been busy with the incredible Loki fic, but i was wondering if you could write me a Clint fic… The reader is alittle new to the Avengers at the tower and Clint likes her but is shy and avoids her, watches her from his perch up high
“Fright Night” (Part 1)
There wasn’t a lot that made Clint Barton nervous. Heights?
Never. Spiders? Of course not. The dark? Not unless he’d watched a particularly
bad horror film beforehand. To say that fear was a foreign feeling to him was
an understatement. So when he felt his hands getting clammy and his heart
racing, at first he wasn’t sure how to react.
You weren’t a part of the Avengers per se, but Tony had
taken you on to help with some administration as a favour to a friend and
decided to introduce you to the team the next time that you were all in town.
“She’s good at the tech stuff.” He explained. “I mean, she’s not quite as good
as me, obviously, but she’ll be organising all our mission specs and gradually
making digital copies of all our old paper files. Should make sorting through
things a bit easier.”
↳ “And, for some reason, my coven made it their duty to stop her. So, they
cut her off at New York Harbor before she could tear through Manhattan.
Granted by the time they got to the ship,
they found everybody dead. It was so gruesome they had to burn it there
at the harbor.
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Black Hole Sun
The Downward Spiral