Stephen Malkmus and Damon Albarn chatting in 1997. I guess I would have caught fire if I'd been around.
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Stephen Malkmus and Damon Albarn chatting in 1997. I guess I would have caught fire if I'd been around.
How long he had lain in these strange woods, Loki did not know. Throat sore, his body aching, his mind was addled with the flickering memories of purple fire and crackling blue, of the stench of blood and sweat and death. It had been the Tesseract's last gift to him, a saving grace perhaps, this last remnant of energy that triggered a rift between realities and dropped him through. Their last intention had been to get to Midgard. This place certainly smelt like Earth, if different.
He was dimly aware of being dragged through the undergrowth, of people talking gruffly. He couldn't make out their words yet, but he had the sense they intended ill with him. For a little while, he kept still, focusing his seidr to heal faster and gain clarity, letting them bear him to their nest, still clad in his battered battle armour.
It was when one tried to bite him that the vampires discovered their mistake. The woman howled, clutching her bleeding mouth where her fangs had broken against his skin. The sound sufficed to snap the god to his senses.
"How dare you," he rasped.
The next vampire was launched out of the shack's roof before their once prey was on his feet, clouting them with the force of a giant. Little did he know that in this world he was not the only one who had been about to give these creatures hell.
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2.13am
[buffy] I will treasure this picture.
[buffy] Of course you can hear me laughing. These motel walls are atrocious.
[buffy] Anyway, I'd be saddened you don't trust me, but this *is* me. It's nothing bad, I promise. I'm too fond of you to be harmful. Probably.
[buffy] P.S. You wish you knew how magical it was ;)
Otras #reliquias #festival #festimad #1996 y #v97 @virginfest #1997 Desde hace 3 años ya sólo voy al @bilbaobbklive q estoy mayorina y me dan pereza las aglomeraciones https://www.instagram.com/p/B62y9AXKDe-/?igshid=gh6h3fcrnir8
#recuerdos #camiseta #V97 #virginfestival #1997 #Leeds #conciertazos fui x #Beck #daftpunk #thechemicalbrothers #propellerheads y #VerucaSalt
Blur at V97 - part III
Last one :)
Blur at V97 - part II
Graham being Graham.
Blur at V97
Graham: I'm not nervous though.
Damon: I am.
Graham: Well, I'll get you together later.
How adorable does Graham look in this? Sorry, I can't put subtitles, I could just about manage to post a gif. ;)