razorsharp

It’s a boy at a grocery store that makes you want to change your life.

It’s shoulders seemingly free of burdens,

It’s the carelessness that you often dream but never can quite paint on your face, not even in your restless sleep,

It’s everything you want to be.


Then you see a razorsharp boy and you see that effortless swipe of a credit card all over again, supermarket lights like a halo.

But you find that this boy is like fire and he destroys, destroys, destroys everything in his path with a smile made for machine guns and it takes you a while to understand how his fire can warm the deepest part of your soul and make vines grow around your bones.

Maybe it’s the way he looks at you with eyes like the edge of a knife, 

And when you hear the sound of his laughter-

quiet, private, only for the ones he loves with his whole impossible and reckless heart-

you think

Lovely, beautiful boy.

-

The boy you love has beautiful hands and every finger is attached to the strings of your heart.

He doesn’t play with it,

But he sometimes moves those blessed parts and it feels like a caress between your lips.

You look at his straight back and the way he holds his head- high, high, high

And you wonder if you dreamt him,

If only you could dream life itself.

You look at the boy you love and you rediscover kindness,

You look at him in the universe of your childhood room and rediscover how your heart can beat not for panic, not for grief,

But for love.

Scandal: Look kid. I know you think you’re ready for the big leagues. But it takes more than being a good hacker and a ragtag group of mifits to make it and survive in this w-

Did you just turn your hands into goddamn blades?

Razorsharp: Don’t worry. I’ve got things…in hand.

Just a concept I had drawn out at NYCC by awesome artist Valerio Schiti, may he draw for a very long awesome time. Rae and Scandal meeting and working together because of coinciding jobs would’ve been fun to see. But alas they technically lived in almost completely separate times. Razorsharp dying in Infinite Crisis while Scandal was introduced leading into it in Villains United I believe.

http-babyprincess  asked:

What do you think Eric was like? I have read his journals but I feel like there is another side to him.

Sorry about taking so long with this reply – I had caught it earlier, but needed a bit of time to contemplate it. Hope that’s all right! =)

I think there was definitely another side to Eric that only sparingly made it into his journal and the rest of his writing. We know that a lot of the official researchers have opted to take all of the material written by Eric at face value, which is a glaring mistake that was unfortunately promoted even further by the likes of sensationalising journalist Dave Cullen. What I believe they have failed to comprehend in all of this is that every single scrap of the material we have from Eric was written for some kind of audience. His school assignments were designed for the teacher (as well as fellow students) and, though there are interesting parts in some of them, they are quite limited in scope because of the original assignment they were written for. His webpages weren’t set to private, either, and friends like Dylan were fully aware of the content on those. Even the Browns were made aware of it and reported it to law enforcement due to the threats Eric threw at Brooks online. Eric didn’t start his journal until a year prior to the massacre. Already in its third entry (written on 4/21/98), he references “going NBK” – which we now know was code for the massacre. He started that journal knowing fully well how it was going to end.

Every person on this planet has a multitude of faces. They’re divided up into public and private personas and often subdivided into who you’re using them for. That’s not necessarily a conscious process, either, and sometimes the differences between them are so small that you’d hardly know you’re altering them! What we see from Eric is mostly public face mixed in with smidges of private face. He had built up what I often like to call the Reb-persona: the would-be mass murderer who knows it all and doesn’t give a damn what anybody else thinks. His journal is a bit of a bulldozer act in a sense, driving all of his wild-and-not-thought-out ideas home with the endless shouts of who gets to live and who gets to die. It’s crafted as much as it is stream of consciousness. There is an awareness of shock value, an almost-exasperation at how much he has to spell out for his unwitting audience, and the underlying storm of NBK makes its way out onto the page in sharp darts and phrases.. He knows full well there will come a time when those words are going to be analysed over, and over, and over. And he can’t be weak when that happens. He can’t be insecure, though he admits to being just that almost flippantly, and he can’t be “just Eric” because “just Eric” was never quite good enough for anything.

There’s the catch, see? ;) There’s that other side of him. And that doesn’t become clear upon the first read of that journal – at least, I was far too absorbed in all the other stuff he was yellin’ about while trying to make sense of the ideas he was displaying that first time I read it. The first time reads like a school shooter ideology neatly wrapped up with a little bow. Kinda like “ding ding ding, we have a winner, you will be taking a psychopathic little monster home with you today!”. It was what Eric had intended. It also was what most people fell for without ever realising that they were playing right into his hands. He didn’t want people to look past that, not really.. and I also suspect that he didn’t think people could want to look past it, after what he did.

But what happens when you do look past it? When you sit with Eric the way I’ve sat with him – one sentence at a time, one idea at a time, one entry at the time? When you sit with his journal propped open on one browser tab and run a comparison with other evidence like the diversion documents and certain witness statements? When you start connecting the dots – start putting things in their respective timeline, getting a feel for what was going on in his life when he wrote the things he did? The result of that is surprising, really. I initially found myself latching on to the throwaway lines I describe below, which I believe to be windows into that other side of Eric. Once I had pondered those in relation to statements about his family life (strict, authoritarian, high expectations), his childhood (moves from state to state and from school to school), his personality (shy, timid, intelligent, goofball sense of humour), and other things.. Eric became clearer and clearer.

“my doctor wants to put me on medication to stop thinking about so many things” –> Eric has described rapid thoughts, thoughts he may have even looped on incessantly, and some of them may have had an intrusive quality to them that he wasn’t 100% comfortable with.

“give the Earth back to the animals, they deserve it infinitely more than we do” –> Eric was a huge, huge animal lover. I’ve often said I could see him working to rescue dogs and the like later on in life – he seemed to be more comfortable around animals and had a natural empathy for them. His dog was everything to him.

“I have to turn off my feelings” –> Eric tells himself this in regards to the massacre: he cannot let himself get side-tracked from killing by feelings of sympathy. I think that his desire to switch off his feelings may have extended beyond this – I believe that the environment he grew up in didn’t give him the space to safely express them, so he learned to switch them off or switch them into something else that was more accepted.

“I have always hated how I looked” –> Eric uses the word ‘always’ here, which is concerning in its depth. Many of us can remember that we used to feel differently about ourselves back when we were little, before we had a proper notion of good looks or whatever. The fact that he seems to not be able to differentiate and throws in the ‘always’ instead shows a very deep-seated discomfort with his looks.

“that’s where a lot of my hate grows from: the fact that I have no self-esteem, especially concerning girls and looks and such” –> I often wish I could quote this line incessantly and hammer Dave Cullen over the head with it the way that “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” appears over and over again in The Shining. It’s a no-brainer of a line: a rare admission of Eric’s feelings about himself and his awareness of his self-esteem issues being one of the root causes of his hatred.

“whatever I do, people make fun of me and sometimes directly to my face” –> One of the very few outright references to bullying we’ve seen from either one of the boys.

“I would’ve loved it if you were there (at the gun show) dad, we would’ve done some major bonding” –> Eric expresses a particular desire to bond with his dad here, which really shows how little he felt he connected in with his father. He needs something like a gun show – something to do together – to be able to really bond with his dad. I think that just sitting down together and talking was not really something that happened between father and son, though Eric might’ve craved that connection.

“I hate you people for leaving me out of so many fun things” –> Self-explanatory once more: Eric also mentions in the vicinity of this line that people had his phone number and everything, so it wasn’t like he didn’t make himself available. He felt left out of things that he had wanted to be a part of by people he was trying to connect with.

“don’t let the weird looking Eric KID come along, ohh fucking nooo” –> This one is always one of the most interesting lines to me. It’s the closing line of the journal, which isn’t a strong note to end it on by any means when you’ve just been trying very hard to look badass. But what strikes me about it every single time is the venom that is in this one line – not just toward people who didn’t let him come along, but also toward himself. There is such self-loathing hiding in this one closing note that I wonder how anyone really missed it..

I could basically go through his journal line-by-line and dissect it this way at this point in time, but the above is a sampling of what happens when you stop taking the entries at face value and start digging. I think that Eric.. just Eric.. I think that he was really fragile emotionally, that a lot of his anger was a defense mechanism to prevent people from getting closer to him and seeing him as the insecure child he was. I believe there was a part of Eric that never really grew up due to the uprootment he suffered as a child and the lack of space he had to express himself safely. I think that he wanted to do right by everybody and wanted to belong to people, but that he forgot about himself and his own needs in the process until the bucket was full and he started spouting toxic lava to make a point and re-assert himself. I think that he weirded people out with his quiet intensity and that he had a razorsharp drive to get things done once he set his mind to them. I believe he was intelligent and witty and that he enjoyed learning new things: this was the kind of guy who’d voluntarily sit down and watch documentaries on history and wildlife in a marathon run of joy. I think that he was damaging and a little loose cannon once he’d grown fed up with life and people. I believe he was black-and-white in opinions and that he’d pick a fight with the sky if it was the wrong shade of blue. I think he could be exasperating and stubborn to a fault. I have the sense that he could be jealous, possessive, and suffer a bit of a mean streak. I also have the sense that he could be warm, caring, and prone to handing out these big bearhugs if anyone he liked needed them. I think he was a conundrum even to himself. I think he had as many light moments as he did dark, no matter how much of a monster-hiding-under-the-bed he made himself out to be. I think he didn’t always know what to do with himself. I think he didn’t know who would love and accept someone like him just for being Eric. I believe that he had learned that love was always a terms & conditions thing rather than an unconditional expression. I believe that he didn’t know where to go, so he went nowhere.

picture this. there’s a boy with sun-soaked eyes and the smell of
gasoline around his collar. he’s dangerous and his smile is razorsharp,
peaked white teeth glimmering in the midsummer sun. a
broken mess of human bones and you feel home, you feel safe
because you know that feeling all too well. he speaks to you in
poetry, all soul aching until you curl up into your bed and shut the
world out, ignore his calls. sunshine looks good on him, golden sun
and bronze freckles, arrogant but strangely alive, like half-healed
scars on your body, reminders of the stars that you love so much.
his laugh shakes you like running barefoot through a pine forest, a
red-stained mouth that tastes of cherries and wine, shocked gasps
from frozen fingertips on your warm skin. you trade kisses for
dreams before you realize it,
he fades, like the dreams of yesterday
and you realize
you were recklessly
in
l o v e
—  ramona meisel
s.t.a.r.g.a.z.e.r
aquarius | demiromantic

anonymous asked:

(quiet voice from back of room) could we get a tvd2 snippet? to celebrate moriarty/scott "fellating a fucking gun"?

aw, anon <3 I would, but I’ve imposed a kind of moratorium on snippet-posting for the moment, because at this rate I’d end up tumblr-posting the entire first four chapters before I actually finish the damn thing.

I can, however, offer you another bit that I wrote ages ago and which fits very well with my other favourite bit from the special.

(cw violence)

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Retrosaurs: A Guide

This is inspired by another suggestion from @titleknown.  I’ve posted a couple things about my retrosaurs before, of course, but this one is different for a few reasons: 1. it’s more detailed, 2. it’s open source with ONE condition, namely that the designs used in this guide belong to me.  That is to say, all the written concepts here are open for anyone to use in any story they see fit, but all the monster designs in the images belong to me alone - especially the colored ones, since those guys are specific characters of mine.

All of the information here is canon for my novel-in-progress The Atomic Time of Monsters, but is also written vaguely enough so it could be used in other stories.  Once again, I must reiterate that the specific monster designs shown in these illustrations are mine - but I’m sharing the written stuff with anyone who wants it.

So if you ever wanted to use my retrosaurs in a story, or just know more about them, well, this is your guide.  More after the cut!

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30 DAYS OF YU YU
28. Most Intense Scene Yusuke’s Second Death This is one of the few scenes I’m actually not sure which version I prefer, manga or anime. Both take advantage of strengths exclusive to each medium, sending chills up my spine just to think about it. The buildup is outstanding as the other characters begin to figure out what Yusuke’s trying to do, climaxing with Kuwabara’s freak out and screaming as he finally realizes they’re heading down a path of no return (ignoring hindset here, okay). Both anime and English dub respect the original killer (I mean that as an adjective, not Sensui …) dialogue, and both Sasaki Nozomu and Justin Cook’s deliveries are razorsharp with their respective scripts as Yusuke goads Sensui on to kill him.

With the actual death sequence, the manga has a gorgeously sparse 2 page spread of the moment of death. The anime translates it into this perfect, flickering zoetrope-esque sequence as Kuwabara slices all the trapped fighters out of Uraotoko just in time to see Yusuke turn his head and smile at them against the encroaching light before he gets struck down - all in total silence.

AAAHHHHH MY HEART

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Two more days to go …

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Pegboard Nerds & Tristam- Razor Sharp (Original Mix)

Glitch Hop/ Moombahton 
I have been waiting for this one, huge track.

The Killers frontman was on his A-game at this one-off solo show, as core fans got to enjoy “an evening with” type experience.

Emerging like a new-age David Bowie amid smoke and lights, the US pretty boy proceeded to deliver a helping of big tunes from second solo outing The Desired Effect.

Somehow he made tropical electro cool during 80s power ballad Can’t Deny My Love.

Brandon even channeled Madonna during Lonely Town, shouting: “You can dance”, before giving the nod to the band. Lengthy anecdotes meant he was a bit off key in the humour stakes, but he made up for it with a razorsharp vocal.

Confirming The Killers would return next year, he didn’t shy away from their tunes either, putting out epic renditions of Read My Mind and Human.

And an experimental Mr Brightside sounded like David Guetta had been twiddling the knobs as fans went into rave mode. Slick and banging.

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