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1st place of World Press 2015. Girl wounded during clashes between riot police and protestors, Istanbul, March 12. Riot police fired tear gas and water cannon at protestors in the capital Ankara, while in Istanbul, crowds shouting anti-government slogans lit a huge fire, taken by Bulent Kilic

Summary of Gates Solos Per Album
  • Sounding of the Seventh Trumpet:Power ballad paradise
  • Waking the Fallen:Look Ma, I haz fast fingerz
  • City of Evil:Whammy bar for basic bitches
  • Self Titled:My guitar can whistle pitch better than Mariah Carey aka Welcome to Triple Heaven/Hell
  • Diamonds in the Rough:Pretty much a little bit of all of the above on an album no one really ever talks about
  • Nightmare:All of the above but 20% cooler
  • Hail to the King:I wanna sound like the bands I grew up listening to and end up making someone's dad think we covered Slayer

atlas walks, leaving ashes instead of footprints. she was made of stars once – she can remember the taste of iron and the burning sulfur in her throat – now she cries methane tears and her forging fire has dimmed. how strange, she wonders, that the souls of a mountain could weigh heavier on the heart than a galaxy.

atlas walks, leaving ruination in her wake. these tired bones are breaking under the weight of loss and she wonders whether the world will crush her this time. they called her ‘clarke’ once, but that name is old; now legends are whispered of her and they proclaim her a god, though she feels just as mortal as them.

atlas walks, leaving herself behind. whoever she was before died in a hailstorm of fire, laid to rest under the pressing darkness of an empire out of time. monster or messiah, she asks the stars. monster surely, for no savior would make a throne of bones and gods.

atlas walks, the reaper falling in step with her ragged soul. i am become death, she promises, destroyer of worlds.

—  brave atlas, come home. the world is easier to bear together. (s.m.b.)
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I can feel this anger burning in my stomach and buzzing round my head but there’s nowhere to let it go because about 50% of it is anger at myself and the rest is all irrational or directed at people I love and can’t yell at.

WHY AM I SO FREAKING IRRITATED URGHHHH
 JUST WANT TO YELL AT SOMEONE
BUT I CAN’T
STUPID FRACKING PEOPLE AND THEIR LOVEABLENESS AND THEIR RAGE-INDUCING STUPIDITY 

Drunk Skype Write: Prompt 2

Prompt:

Natsu x Lucy (OTP of choice)

One says to the other:   “Don’t fucking touch me”

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SPOILERS KIND OF (REGARDING NATSU X IGNEEL): BASICALLY THINGS I WAS SPOILED ON BUT DON’T TOTALLY KNOW THE DETAILS OF

After all these years, Natsu’s dad had been…But now, Igneel was…

Tears spilled from the Fire mage’s cheeks.

Lucy didn’t know what to do. Natsu wasn’t prone to giving into grief, but how could he not? Igneel had never abandoned him, he had been with him all this time. But just as soon as Igneel had returned to Natsu, Igneel had perished.  

“Natsu…”

Natsu fell to his knees, his body devoid of his usual spirit. His shoulders drooped and he threw his head back. “All these years, I looked, I searched, followed every rumor…all for what? For him to leave as soon as I found him?”

“You loved him, Natsu. How could you have known this is how it would turn out?”

He slammed his fists into the ground. Fire radiating from him. A heat unlike she had ever felt before, more like acid than fire.

She stepped forward, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

He jerked his shoulder away, “Don’t fucking touch me.”

She pulled back, standing close. She knew he didn’t mean it. But she knew Natsu couldn’t be strong forever, he couldn’t be happy for everyone, always. His rage couldn’t always come from a kind place. Natsu was human too. It was easy to forget that even his spirit could easily be broken.

She remained firm, remembering his unwavering kindness to her in her own grief. “I’m not leaving. I won’t go.”

Natsu collapsed into his hands, his body shaking. She could see his tears spill through his hands.

“He didn’t leave me, but why does it hurt so much? Why did I lose him?”

Lucy kneeled at his side, “You loved him and that’s a wonderful thing. As many problems as I had with my dad, I loved him too. Right before the seven year gap, even though I ran away all those years ago, I wanted to go to him. I wanted to be close again. While he might not be here, he’s always here.” She rested her hand on her heart, tears leaking from her eyes.

“Luce, what do I do now? I only became strong to find him.”

She wiped her tears away, a chuckle escaping her lips, “No, you became strong to protect the ones you love.”

He turned to her, his eyes filled with tears. He grabbed her, burying his head into her chest, weeping tears built up from years of repression. Years of faith and self-deception. She ran her fingers through her hair. “I’ll always be here Natsu. Right beside you. We will be stronger together.”

He held her tighter.