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Black Panther Soundtrack I was not expecting a marvel movie soundtrack to be this great. just about every track on here is good enough not to skip. This is basically a Kendrick Lamar album with features. Which isn't a bad thing. Since this is a soundtrack for a movie, you'll find that Kendrick doesn't rap so consciously as he usually does. He keeps his lyrics much less deep and introspective. Some may not like that, but I don't mind. Overall I surprising enjoyed this soundtrack and it makes me look forward to the movie. 8/10 FAV TRACKS #BlackPanther #AllTheStars #X #Opps #IAm #Paramedic #KingsDead #Redemtion #BigShot #PrayForMe #Kendricklamar #Kendrick #2018hiphop #fire #hiphopalbums #hiphop #music #hiphopalbum #hiphop2018 @kendricklamar #theweekend #sza #jorjasmith #zacari #schoolboyq #vincestaples #2018 #michaelbjordan #marvel #blackpanthermovie #blackpanthersoundtrack #soundtrack #wacanda #rap #classic #banger #smooth #replayvalue
Why she's called Axebride.
Neither Maerya nor Rick really give you any details behind ‘Axebride’ beyond ‘The Voices’ and you know neither of them were bloody Rain when she picked that up, so you do what you do…Not the best, but you’re still good at it. You go digging.
A rumour here. A muttering there. Logs of what they did give you. You start writing down everything you can and organise your note. Eventually things start to come together and a trend forms. You peel things back and dive further.
It’s hard to get information out of people on the chat sometimes, not whilst keeping up pretences, but you talk with your Dio and he helps you fill in the blanks where he can. It’s not quite enough, but it helps. You peel things back and dive further.
The Dreaming Dead give you precisely jack shit to work with. You ignore them.
The picture you’ve built up by the end is pretty ramshackle but it ultimately works. You can’t claim to understand the Voices but you can see why they said what they did. You take a risk and send a message and wonder if the blind shot in the dark will actually hit. You’re not Fate, after all.
“you may now kiss the fuckin’ groom, axebride.”
But you’re not stupid, either.
" :< "
You’re pretty sure using her own face back at her is cheating, but right now you can’t really bring yourself to care!
artisticHourglass: Crickiiiiiiit
artisticHourglass: You’re holding out on me!
artisticHourglass: Come on, it’s for the scrapbook. You can’t deny the scrapbook, Skye.
artisticHourglass: It’s not fair to mention grub photos and not send any! :<
You throw your head back and cackle when she finally relents. You are a cruel and terrible person.
You know it's them. It's always them. They never leave you alone, even pre-session they never stop.
Not having anything to do is the worst thing in the world. Of this you are absolutely certain. When there is nothing for you to do you are forced to sit. And think. And remember.
You remember your Father except all you can remember now is green eyes framed by dark hair - the rest of the details have been obliterated by time and the blinding influence they exerted over you. If you went back to them perhaps you would remember his face. It would be better to forget.
You recall your first session. Your friends had done their best to help you after you fell. You miss them. You have not seen your sister now for so long. A voice at the back of your head murmurs that if you reached out you’d find her without even having to try. You crush it as far as you can and try not to linger on the fact that it was yours.
You lie back on the bed - it’s not your bed and you could never bring yourself to call it that - and shut your eyes. You’re told that darkness and water can help to ward them off. You hope it’s true. There’s not much else you can do before you Enter into the Game after all.