#a walk through hell

[maxsindiecomics]

A Walk Through Hell #4 (August 29, 2018)

writer: Garth Ennis | artist [penciller & inker]: Goran Sudžuka | colorist: Ive Svorcina | letterer: Rob Steen | editor: Mike Marts | publishing company: Aftershock Comics

[theartofthecover]

A Walk Through Hell #6 (2018)

Art by: Goran Sudžuka and Ive Svorcina

[reality-detective]

[thefaultinourchickennuggets]

I want to know what songs that aren't explicitly queer, that people are convinced are queer anyways, maybe because of no pronouns in the song, or just a great metaphor for coming out or something. the most popular version of this phenomenon is everyone (me included) being convinced 'Mr. Brightside' is a bi anthem. put them in the tags!!

[thegreatjackal]

[redbeardgeo]

[ilikethissong]

Say Anything - A Walk Through Hell

One, two three And if I could swim, I'd swim out to you in the ocean Swim out to where you were floating in the dark And if I was blessed, I'd walk on the water you're breathin' To lend you some air for that heaving, sunken chest 'Cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams With your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine And they hunt you, and they gut you, and you give in And if I was brave, I'd climb up to you on the mountain They led you to drink from their fountain, spouting lies And I'd slay the horrible beast they commissioned To steer me away from my mission to your eyes And I'd stand there, like a soldier, with my foot upon his chest With my grin spread, and my arms out, in my bloodstained Sunday's best And you'd hold me, I'd remind you who you are, under their shell I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes These soles are useless without you Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue My soul is useless without you And if they send a whirlwind, I'd hug it like a harmless little tree Or an earthquake, I'd calm it, and I'd bring you back to me And I'd hold you in my weak arms like a first-born Now, I've walked through hell for you What's an adventurer to do But rest these feet at home with you?

[troubled-dork]

‘cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams, with your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine. and they hunt you, and they gut you, and you give in.