After the End Times

An appreciation blog for all things Newsflesh

[aftertheendtimes]

"Fuck this lets blow some shit up." -Shaun Mason

[aflightoffancy]

[shaylabauwf]

S is for… Shaun Mason by nefatari featuring lace up booties

[shaylabauwf]

G is for… Georgia Mason by nefatari featuring ray ban sunglasses

[jediryssabean]

Mahir had the opportunity to quit. He could have gotten out and joined another news website with stellar recommendations from Georgia. But he didn’t. He stayed on with After the End Times even after shit hit the fan.

He could have told Shaun no when Shaun said “look up this really dangerous shit for me please and thanks.” But he didn’t. He risked deportation from England, left his home and left his wife (he told her to find someone else because he was in over his head and that he loves her goodbye, but I don’t think she actually left him so far, idk, I haven’t finished Blackout yet) because he knew that whatever was going on was a Big Deal.

And he still manages to deadpan snark, run the news site almost singlehandedly, break into two CDC installations, and follows Shaun Mason to the ends of the earth if he has to because he’s Shaun Mason and that’s what Georgia would have done. (Not even shippy, I mean, they are my OTP, but they’re great bros in book and that’s cool by me.)

Mahir Suresh Gowda is fucking awesome and I would hang with him any day of the goddamn week.

[aftertheendtimes]

Georgia: Shaun...

Shaun: I'm here.

Georgia: I love you.

Shaun: I know, George. I love you, too. You and me. Always.

[pyroshadow96-blog]

I am currently reading the FANTASTIC book “Deadline” I hope to have a wonderful time reading this book. Also I would Highly recommend the book “Feed” the first story to the “NewsFlesh” trilogy and it was a fantastic read. Signed, Pyro

[aftertheendtimes]

8.5 out of 10, Deadline is the best midpoint of a trilogy I've encountered in awhile. 

[jediryssabean]

MAHIR SURESH GOWDA

[living400lbs]

You really can’t go home again. Sometimes, that’s a good thing. Sometimes, when you try, you find out that home isn’t there anymore…but that it wasn’t only in your head before. Home actually existed. Home wasn’t just a dream. Sometimes, that’s the best thing of all.

—- Shaun Mason, in Blackout by Mira Grant.  (via living400lbs)

[lunchb0x-b-blog]

See, when the zombies came, it was an accident. Researchers in two totally unconnected facilities were working on two totally unrelated projects that involved genetically engineering “helper viruses”—new diseases that were supposed to make life better for the whole damn world. One of them was based on a really fucking nasty hemorrhagic fever called Marburg, and was designed to cure cancer. The other was based on a strain of the common cold, and was supposed to get rid of colds forever. Enter Marburg Amberlee and the Kellis Flu, two beautiful pieces of viral engineering that did exactly what they were supposed to do. No more cancer, no more colds, just happy people all over the world celebrating the dawn of a new age. Only it turns out the viruses were just like the people who made them in at least one sense, because when they met, through the natural chain of transmission and infection, it was basically love at first sight. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the hybrid viral strain known as “Kellis-Amberlee.” It swept the planet before anyone knew what was happening.

Mira Grant, Newsflesh Trilogy, Book Two, Deadline (via lunchb0x-b)

[darkjeckelbrother]

When does telling the truth become an act of terrorism? at what point does a lie become an act of mercy? Is it cruel to tell a parent their child will die, even if it’s true? Is it kind to tell an accident victim they’re going to recover, even though all evidence says they won’t? Where’s the line dividing honesty from harm, deceit from decency, and misinformation from malice? I don’t know. All the clever wordplay in the world won’t somehow grant me that knowledge. I’m sorry. I wish it would. This is what i do know: A lie, however well-intended, can’t prepare you for reality or change the world. The accident victim will die whether they’re promised recovery or not, but the parent told that their child is dying may have time to prepare, and may be able to treasure those final days together even more. To tell the truth is to provide armament against a world too full of cruelties to be defeated with simple falsehoods. If these truths mean the world is less comforting than it might have been, it seems like a pretty small price to pay. It seems to me we owe the world —- more, we owe ourselves—- the exchange of comfort for the chance that maybe the truth can do what people always say it can. The truth may, given the opportunity, set us free.

The Kwong Way of Things, the blog of Alaric Kwong (via aflightoffancy)

[multi-attack]

Brother-Sister Zombie hunting duo ponyfied. No fandom of mine is safe.

[aftertheendtimes]

I never knew I wanted Newsflesh ponies as much as I apparently do. 

[aftertheendtimes]

Look what I got! 

The illustrations are lovely, and I appreciate the time and effort it must have taken our lady of the heartrending character deaths to sign so many copies.

eeeeheheh time for a reread! 

[seananmcguire]

My signature didn’t even look like mine by the time I was done.  It had become a strange mathematical equation that woke Cthulhu and weakened the walls of the world.

[aftertheendtimes]

Oh dear, that doesn’t sound pleasant. Well now I know who to blame should any of the Old Ones start wandering in from the bay.  

My mother somehow wound up with #1, perhaps we can enlist help and create a time lapse image.  

[aftertheendtimes]

more like SWEET! In capslock with bold and italics. 

In fact I feel the call of the sparkletext

Hey, this is Tu currently blogging from underneath a very large cat

[aftertheendtimes]

Look what I got! 

The illustrations are lovely, and I appreciate the time and effort it must have taken our lady of the heartrending character deaths to sign so many copies.

eeeeheheh time for a reread! 

[aflightoffancy]

‘George’s blood didn’t all dry at the same rate.’