#Saints and Sinners trailer

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The beauty of Kingdom Come Deliverance II. part 3/4

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Trailer: “In The Land Of Saints And Sinners” (2023)

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IN THE LAND OF SAINTS OF SINNERS (2024) Reviews of Liam Neeson thriller - trailer and release news

In the Land of Saints and Sinners is a 2023 action thriller about a former Irish hitman trying to leave his violent past behind. Directed by Robert Lorenz (The Marksman; Trouble with the Curve) from a screenplay written by Mark Michael McNally and Terry Loane. Produced by Markus Barmettler, Philip Lee, Terry Loane, Bonnie Timmermann and Geraldine Hughes. The movie stars Liam Neeson, Kerry Condon,…

[themareverine]

— Until We Fall

Always Sinners, Rarely Saints

worst!Logan x mutant!fem!OC

series summary: DP&W AU. It's been God knows how many years after Logan's death in North Dakota—and this wouldn't be much of a story without a shiny new villain with a hot new plan, or someone to save the world. Well, maybe two someones. Ok, you win, three. But first, you have track down that said someone—the Wolverine. And who better to do that than the girl who found him the first time? Logan/OC

warnings: mutant fem!OC that shares Logan's powers, angst, brief mentions of gore, horses panicking in a trailer, swearing, mentions of Logan 2017, established relationship.

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Northern Alberta, Canada

"Did that say we're in Laughlin?"

"I'm not sure what's more impressive—you being able to read that in all of this, or you actually not knowin', Cal."

In all honesty, she wasn't sure which odds were more likely to outweigh the other—rain pounded the windshield in a blanket that would make that old adage of raining cats and dogs blush like something awful. Wipers flung rainwater at such a speed it was nearly hypnotic, but was hardly fast enough, married to the perfect cocktail of hazy and just-the-right-time-to-not-see-anything-o'clock. Slowing the pickup to what could be assumed was faster than going backwards, it took every ounce of multiple-decades-alive willpower not to just pull over and wait the storm out on the shoulder.

The cab's glass filmed with body heat and occasional conversation, exaggerated by her assistant's seemingly endless need to light cigarettes and drag smoke into his lungs like it was a good idea. Stale Marlboros and the heavy musk of animal seemed ingrained into the leather seats, smacking her sense of smell in heady waves that could've–would've—made a lesser person's eyes cross. Reaching for the cup of water parked in the cupholder, she tossed back the lukewarm liquid quickly, fingers tightening around the steering wheel to a milky, almost ghost-white grip.

"'fulla surprises, you know that—wait. Should you be driving if you can't see, boss?"

She would've chuckled if it wouldn't have given Cal the satisfaction. Fingers flicking to life flame from his Zippo, he smacked the cap closed before spinning it through his fingers, back into the abyss of his leather jacket pockets. Sharp nicotine, smoky and warm, filled the car again, stinging her senses as he pulled a low breath of it, cracking the window. Even from the driver's seat, the smack of fresh air was divine—it whistled into the cab at such a right that it poured ice into her veins, settling the splash of acid in her stomach as she checked the rearview.

Her assistant didn't need an answer to the question, so she skirted the question. Like she did countless others, hundreds of others. "We'll stop in Laughlin," it was decisive. Final. "Give the horses a rest, we'll wait out heaven's floodgates there." Eyeing him from the corner of her eye, she settled back into the seat, eyes casting to the highway's shoulder for familiar white lines.

Feeling the weight of the trailer behind her, she sighed. They should've stopped an hour ago, when her headache was minimal and her muscles weren't wrought with tension. A simmering, hot knot had formed between her shoulder blades—first bearable, she'd dismissed it away with just the excuse of bad posture. Correction had only resulted in more effort diverted into maintaining that posture, exaggerating her headache farther. Souring her attitude. Coupled with clawing hunger in the base of her gut, she worked her neck side to side. Clenched and unclenched her jaw, curled and uncurled her toes in her boots. Worked her jaw, tried everything a lifetime of knowing one's body could possibly draw from to dismiss the pain.

In the end, nothing worked. She'd decided to just shut up and focus on driving. The ever-so-occasional sway of the trailer behind her reminded her that the more she endured, the sooner they'd make Laughlin. And the sooner they made Laughlin, the sooner the animals could rest. She, and the rest of the livestock—because, even being animals, they all needed to kick back. Get off the road, away from countless miles and the troublesome fight to stay upright and stable, fight the odds of perpetual motion and living.

They needed to stop surviving, just for a few hours.

If that ain't truth—

Her grip tightened a little more on the wheel. Familiar pain ricocheted off the bone of her knuckles. Into her wrist, jarring and abrupt. It took brainpower to keep things under control—release would only complicate an already overcomplicated, overtaxed situation. Rain and wind and a day on the road were one thing—an explosive outburst of mutation, entirely another.

But, that didn't really matter—flesh between her knuckles still burned, ached. Kicked like a mule, permanent reminders of who she was. Is. Where she had come from, where this all started—whom she had lost. Suffocating, she could feel her skin taut, could feel the tip of adamantium kissing at her skin, waiting to strike the air with blood and pain and white-hot fury. Steel starving for air, clawing desperately to be seen. Felt. Used. It had been…..heck, it had been what? Four days?

Six. Six days since she'd sent that cougar through the barbed fence on the back fifty.

Six days since her new hire promptly rendered his notice, eyeballing her with an expression two parts horror, two parts awe. As if staring into the face of a god. A sweet cocktail of pain and pleasure had skyrocketed her adrenaline, pulse little more than an off-the-rails locomotive, unable to be stopped. Heart rattling behind her ribs in a way only the alive knew. She'd eyeballed the carcass of the predator for all of a few seconds, bones gliding back into her body with a guttural squelch before turning to her crew—they knew, of course. Well, most of them knew.

Nobody had briefed—what was his name. Vince, maybe. Yeah, Vince.

Maybe it was his first encounter with mutation. Maybe he'd only ever heard the stories—no, rumors. Because that's all that they were, rumors. She couldn't credit them with stories, because stories were found in comic strips and published pieces. Shakespeare and Poe. They were the lightbulb of the well-intended. Stories implied ethos, and ethos implied the world would actually give a damn and do as God intended—care, grow beyond themselves.

Ghosted to a white she didn't think possible while still functional, the boy had all but sprouted wings to fly back to the main house—that she could've believed, seeing the things she'd survived. He would've run back to the house had she not convinced him to ride with Cal and the others. Tossed the keys over from her pocket like they were nothing, because in situations like this, they were.

Promised to catch them at dinner, she'd stuffed her hands into her pockets before the slits could heal, could feel her skin stitching back together in the dark damp of her denim jacket—cells converging, anatomy correcting at a cellular level. Told the kid that if after the ride, following Cal's explanation, he still wanted to go, she'd gladly pay him his wages and drive him to town.

With a hesitant nod and a shaking hand, he'd backed away from her slowly. Looking agog and unlike anything she'd never not seen. His gaze never once broke contact with hands heavy in her pockets, the blood of the animal on her clothes like something from the Exorcist merely an afterthought after what he'd just witnessed.

She'd made the hike back to the house in the fading colors of night alone, aching and tired.

Six days ago had been nine weeks too long, and her body knew it.

Pearls before swine.

Shaking her shoulders a little to null the numb ache in her muscles, her tongue skated across the top of her back molars. She flexed her fingers once, switched hands on the wheel. Shook out the one low beside the left side of her seat, hoping Cal wouldn't notice—but Cal always noticed. Even from across the bench seat she could see him side-eyeing, calculating. Watching her. After so many years together, he still marveled at her with a childlike look of wonder.

The words may as well have been marbles rattling against his teeth— loud, clear.

"You sure you're—" Always putting himself in her personal business, where he didn't belong.

"I'm fine, Alejandro," she hissed, addressing him by first name. Alejandro Caliente, her longest—well, still living—friend. A Godsend in the dead of winter with ranch expertise unlike anything she'd ever seen—sometimes she joked that his mutation was reading animals and stacking hay. "Sometimes the weather irritates things." Things. Because that's all she was—a thing.

A thing existing among other things. Barely human, barely mutant. A fine specimen of what not to be.

"Oh." Oh. He sounded like a surprised toddler. Taking a drag on his cigarette, he waved it over the space between them, inferno end blazing with heat. "Just makin' sure," he dared to smile at her, almost suavely. Even though there wasn't a single thing in any universe suave about Alejandro Caliente, "wanna make it to payday, you know?"

She appreciated the attempt at levity, the change of pace. He didn't have to explain—it was written in the quicksilver of his tipped lips. He'd only been keening over that redheaded tart in Laughlin for months.

She snorted. "Tomorrow isn't promised, Cal,"

"Better odds with you around, I figure."

His look to her hand on the wheel sent a stone slingshotting the length of her spine.

Choosing not to weigh the observation with notice, Mare Howlett leaned forward over the steering wheel to swipe fingers through the haze. Back and forth, until a barely visible patch allowed her little to no improved vantage of the road. Beams from the headlights did little to cut through the torrential rain, but she edged the truck a little harder. Needling bobbing up a few ticks on the dash, she adjusted cruise control and checked her side mirror. Slight swaying of the trailer told her the horses noticed, driving rain smacking the glass in fat, thick drops.

Laughlin's exit was haloed in city lights as they roared up the off-ramp, transmission gears dropping to compensate for the weight on the incline with such a throaty growl that it made her heart skip. Edging to make a right, her foot fed diesel to the rig—-a tidal wave of water roared up to smash over the front of the pickup, the blaring horn of an oncoming car screaming at her in alarm. Jerking the wheel, her tires kissed wake-ups on the shoulder. Sudden correction jostled the trailer behind them, making her jump.

Foot slapping hard against the brake, her belt caught her around the shoulders and snapped her back against the seat. Pounding blood in her ears did little to cancel the hiss of the trailer's brakes, the rock of scared livestock rattling against a fiberglass trailer. Two wheels of the shoulder, the trailer careened under the weight of horses, their cries ringing like hot brass in her ears as the world stabilized, wipers thudding hard on the windshield as they fought rain. Back forth back forth back forth back—

Cal was stomping his dropped cigarette out on the floor with the heel of his boot when her hands flew to her belt, popped it, and snapped at the latch of the door. Barreling out, no sooner did her boots hit pavement and she was drenched in rain, all the way to the skin. Fingers white as they curled against the open door, she batted it closed as Cal slipped out the passenger's side.

"Check the horses—now!"

Surprised she was able to see his return nod through the rain pouring off the brim of his stetson, she hustled to the back of the pickup and squatted low beneath the gooseneck's arm, to check the ball. A peek over the tailgate revealed the bed of the truck filling with rain, ball and chains still securely in place. Navigating to the tire, she hoisted herself into the bed, checked the chain and security latch. Wiping rain from her upper lip, she stood to jump out of the bed.

Swinging over the box, she jumped back when a shrill call erupted from inside the trailer—she knew it instantly. Fear. Deep, instinct-churning terror that chilled her blood. Spun her around on her heel, all but launched her at the trailer. Thunderous bucking against the fiberglass of the unit, the trailer rocked back and forth enough to rattle the rig. Mare's heart galloped in the base of her chest—for a second she half expected it to rip her spine out from between her shoulders.

She trailed her fingers along the rivets of the trailer, cold and slick with rain as she hopped up on the step to begin dropping windows for a look inside. Her fingers were chilled, flaming red with the driving spring rain, breeze biting at her skin like wolves beneath her completely saturated shirt and coat. Only imagining what Cal must've been experiencing, she poked her inside the first drop window, willing back the tears of concern brimming behind her lashes.

Pulling hard at the strap steadying his head in place over a now-empty bag of hay, the stallion was all but sat back on the separating wall. Eyes wide with horrified, age-old fear, if he wasn't strapped, his nose would be brushing the ceiling of the trailer. Trembling with rage, terror, uncertainty, his flesh was completely raised in a thin foam, sweat riveting down his legs like small rivers seeking absolution. Trembling violently, rage was tangible in the small space, already overwrought with heat and sweat and the stench of fear. Separated from the mare trailing with him was a small mercy—he surely would've trampled her had he the room to negotiate.

"No, no," she hushed into the trailer, ignoring the snap of chill that kissed beneath her collar, stinging her flesh which, ironically, felt like it was on fire. "Easy there, sweetheart—you're ok. We're almost home," Slipping a steadying hand through the drop window to press against the stallion's hot flesh, he flinched instantly—eyes snapped to her like his life depended on it. And in a way, it did—in this moment, and the next. "We'll get you some rest and some sweet feed, yeah? Tide you over 'til we make home, darlin'?" Snorting out a sharp breath of relief, his hoof knocked against the padded floor, triggered by her dulcet tones.

She chuckled. "Yeah, don't you worry, sweet boy—I got ya. Mama will make sure you're safe, don't you worry about a thing." Because that's what she does—what she'd always done, since…since her mutation. Since she'd stepped into this world. This new name, this new purpose. A grandiose purpose far bigger than any of them, wider than the stars. Higher than the sun. And she'd continued to do it, just in different ways, since—

—Logan. You taught me to fight for the good in people, even if you didn't always see it—

"Boss!"

Cal flung around the back of the trailer, body illuminated in ruby tail lights for all of a few seconds as he rushed up to her right side. Dripping wet, his cheeks were raised with scarlet, lips almost blue from the dropping evening temperature. Even an arm's length away, Mare could see he was freezing—she could've heard his teeth chattering if she'd been graced with heightened hearing abilities.

Sucking in air rapidly, he glanced from her to the stallion as she stepped off the ramp and swung the drop door back into place, checking the latch with a sharp fist to the lock. "Everything's ok on the other side," he looked from her hands to her, thumb over his shoulder. "Don't think we're stuck, none—should be able to make it at least to a rest stop."

Nodding, she signaled him back to the cab. "We'll stop at Riz's, get us out of this mess and get some feed in those bellies," rapping her knuckles against the trailer, "They need a few hours off the road, and I could use a drink," Cal jogged around the front of the pickup, slipped up into the cab, and tipped off his stetson—water fell to the floorboards at his feet in almost hurricane levels of volume.

She shook her head, pulling the diesel back into drive. "If we're lucky, we'll miss the rush," Cal checked the clock on the dash. "Fuckin' hell—can't believe it's still comin' down this hard." Shaking his head, he snapped his belt back into place before reaching into his breast pocket for a smoke—paused only when the saturated packing folded beneath his fingers.

"Those things'll kill ya, you know," her nose scrunched up into a small grin. Leaning over the seat, she plucked them from his hand and tossed them to the dash, against the warm defrost. "Always frickin' hated cigarettes. If you're gonna smoke, smoke a cigar—at least that's dignified."

"Dignified?" He snorted. "Didn't take you for the type to think any kind of sin was dignified, Mrs. H,"

Flicking the turn signal, "Sin never is dignified, Cal—wouldn't have a need for God otherwise. But there's something to be said for a moment of weakness," shifting in her seat to check over her shoulder for traffic, her fingers drummed the steering wheel, bones absolutely raging just beneath the surface.

"We can't help what we do in our weakest moments, Alejandro—we are, after all, only human."

[corazondebeskar-reads]

fic recs - Joel Miller (one-shots pt. 2)

fic recs for one-shots starring Joel Miller.

Key: 🏴 = dark, 💕 = fluff, ⛓ = rough/bdsm elements, 💀 = dead dove do not eat

Mind the warnings, and please read responsibly. you control your own media consumption.

All Fic Recs | TLOU Fic Recs | Joel series | one-shots pt. 1

fluff

💕 as natural as another leg around you in the bed frame by @tightjeansjavi

summary: Joel returns home to you after patrol injured, and hiding it from you.

catching by @softlyspector

summary: None of your partners had ever been able to make you come before. Joel changed that.

safe and sound by @joelsgreys

summary: Your daughter has a nightmare—her daddy makes it all better.

keep you warm by @alwaysmicado

summary: You reveal to Joel that you are carrying his child. He vows to keep you both safe and warm, always.

no outbreak/AU

⛓ spend all your love making time by @haylzcyon

summary: You're everything Joel never knew he needed.

Lay Off The Flannels by @endlessthxxghts

summary: Joel gets handsy while your father temporarily steps away.

💕 Honey-Do by @kiwisbell

summary: It’s Sunday, chore day, and Joel has a honey-do list item of his own: get his girl pregnant.

freeze-thaw by @covetyou

summary: With your holiday plans ruined when a freak snow storm blows through town, you spend the fesitve period holed up with your partner, Joel Miller, learning exactly how warm you can keep each other in the snow.

Met the Devil Last Night by @pedgito

summary: i made a joke about wanting to screw dirt-covered joel even if he was deep in trenches of hell and...well, yeah. this is pure filth and nothing else. porn with minuscule plot, if you will.

⛓ diet mountain dew by @mochiduh

summary: your boyfriend has been cheating on you, but his uncaring, selfish, and very flirtatious father wants to make it up to you the best way he knows how...

⛓ In the Next Room by @atticrissfinch

summary: When the peace and quiet of your apartment is disturbed by the noisy escapades of the couple in the neighboring unit, you find yourself entranced by the mystery man on the other side of the wall. And when you stumble upon him on a dating app…well, it might just be fate.

walking through fire by @macfrog

summary: you’re neck-deep in a bout of seasonal depression. your boyfriend suggests an autumnal walk.

crystal by @ezrasbirdie

summary : Joel's live-in girlfriend is a little witchy. It takes some getting used to.

Sticky by @ezrasbirdie

summary: You send Joel a new toy to keep him occupied while you're away.

sundown by @bageldaddy

summary: you're used to being alone. that changes when joel moves into the trailer across from yours.

what happens after by @hellishjoel

summary: A string that pulled you out of all the wrong arms, right into that dive bar. And what happens after

holiday themed

Saints and Sinners by @loquaciousferret (ft. bonus Javier Peña)

summary: The yearly Halloween rendezvous with your long-term no-strings lover Joel Miller is set to be shaken up when he invites a third- Javi Peña- to your hotel room.

need that charles dickens by @janaispunk

summary: “What do you say, have I been a good elf for Santa?”

“Am I Santa in that scenario?”

“Sure,” you grin mischievously, “if you come down my chimney.”

baubles by @covetyou

summary: Santa Joel fucks you with his balls. That's it.

photograph by @tightjeansjavi

summary: Ellie gifts Joel a present worth more than a million words.

Here cums Santa Claus by @softpascalito

summary: Jackson needs a Santa Claus - and Joel is the perfect fit. Getting to have you on his lap is just a bonus.

more

squirming by @frannyzooey

summary: you share a sleeping bag with joel

[sonobeunitsarecool]

Super random

Went through the Milgram channel, watched... most of the videos again, trying to see if there were any tiny details I missed All I got was: Haruka - enough for a seperate post/theory, though I think someone's already gone over it? (psych ward theory) Futa - all the cans in Backdraft say "pressure", the graffiti is too hard for me to interpret for the most part. Though, the words in bubble text around the victim's witch icon reads "killcheroy", and there's the words "pazuzu" and... SaP? SkP? Does anyone know what all the other graffiti text says, I can only read the "pressure, pressure" ones. Mu - in After Pain, when you see the time on her phone, it reads 17:20. Why was she at school at 5:20? Shidou - looking at how he holds the scissors and knife in Throw Down, and how he opens the door and holds the "promise card" in Triage, I think he's left-handed? Mahiru - in Ai nan desu yo, the clothes she wears at one point have the caption "winter style", though many of the other pictures don't seem to have been taken in winter. She's also reading a lot, which fits with her literature degree. Kazui - near the end of half, he's shown with all his different costumes, without any masks. Kotoko - in Harrow, she looks at a sign/thinks about a sign with text that's partially cut off, but reads "at around ----- on this street... ----a traffic accident occurred... if ---- , please report to the police". She also thinks back to a news report showing the location and aftermath of an accident outside a house. Was she impacted by this? Random cipher translations (using assets from laniemae's archiving)

The text under the MW bit just says MARGLIM. The banner text says "lossitarelecste" on the top and "rutiro" on the bottom, or "et sceleratis sol oritur"/"light shines even upon the wicked".

The text reads "innocent sheep" on repeat. For the goat one, it reads "guilty goat" on repeat. Text above doors for T2 is "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate", or "abandon all hope, ye who enter here". The quote is from Dante's Inferno, the words written into the gate to hell. For the T1 key visuals, the text individual to each prisoner simply gives basic info. For example, Yuno's would be "Milgram second prisoner, eighteen age, five foot (something or other) point (something or other) height, female", with the others being in the same format. The wall behind the prisoners in Undercover just has "ft" and "ft in", for measurement. The backgrounds that look like this:

all read "every (s)aint has a past, and every sinner has a future." This is the same for some of the wallpapers, and whenever that kind of vertical text shows up (voice trailers and such). It's missing the "s" in "saint". Tags on the clothes and the tops of the cards from Undercover are all just their names. The prison jackets seem to repeat the text, "Milgram ---- prisoner (name)". The Undercover CD's cipher text just reads "Milgram prison guard Undercover Es. Es theme song CV Yurina Amami". Es's sashes read (backwards) "De omnibus dubitandum" and "Prison Officer". Are there any other ciphers that I've missed? Because I'd really like to try and translate those!

[necroromantics]

🌙 — The Moon; Tali Marks

the girl who died every night and awoke the next morning. always dying, never escaping.

- tali marks was born in the belly of the beast. her dark evergreen eyes were smokey with the ash of all the bridges she burnt. lips red with blood from biting her tongue.

- looking at her was like looking at an open wound, or an 6ft hole in the ground. half girl, half killer.

- she drank rye whiskey and always had a cigarette perched in between her fingers, knuckles bruised, dirt under her nails from digging her own grave.

- two-faced, like a crescent moon. the dark, the light. the saint, the sinner. the madonna, the whore.

- the bitch, the daughter, the ticking time bomb.

- tali wasn't easy on the eyes. her disarrayed hair, choppy and tangled. her smudged eyeliner, unwashed from the night before. her freckled shoulders always tense.

- the girl wasn't just rough around the edges, she cut like a kitchen knife, the serated kind that tore apart bread and flesh alike.

- she used to be kinder, easier. but it didn't last long. she learned quickly that there was predator, and there was prey. she learned quickly that being consumable only meant she'd be eaten whole.

- there wasn't a thing in the world tali trusted enough to lean into, nothing she trusted more than herself. the girl lived her life on her feet. running away, always fighting to run away. she was always on her own. and she liked it that way.

- people have tried to love her. they tried to ignore her morbidity, selfishness, rude sarcasm. her bluntness and brutal honesty. but the boys at her school thought she was weird, inconvenient, and the girls hated her. they called her a whore, trailer trash, a freak.

- and if she wasn't fighting girls behind the school for looking at her wrong, she was sitting under the bleachers with earbuds in, smoke in her lungs.

- a grotesque girl. dead, with nothing to lose. reckless, with nothing to hold her down.

- like the moon, that girl was stuck going through the same cycle again and again, surrounded by darkness. untouchable, alone. divine torment.

^ art and oc made by my girlfriend ( @clockeyedtoy ). i just do the writing.

[sgiandubh]

Jottings: Season 7, Episode 4. Well then, best not die

As Tom Christie would say, "the Lord does answer prayer, you know": this week has been indeed bigger, better, brighter and more. Tissues might or might not be needed - it's up to you to decide (fun fact, I almost did), but ice cream is a must (steamy moments ahead, ahem).

Back at Lallybroch the pixies broke the alarm clock-cum-radio, while someone is wiping his nauseous mouth with the Declaration of Independence in Wilmington. And there can be no greater contrast when it comes to casting, than the one between SS and Vandervaart. She is trying, bless her heart she does, and it shows a lot. Yet no matter how hard she does it, she will never overcome, I am afraid, that stilted delivery and that genuine uneasiness that make you feel alternatively dismissive and sorry for her. In the economy of Outlander, SS is more than a waste: she is a casualty, because she managed to unwillingly kill Bree, a character with a difficult, often unsympathetic design to start with.

For his first substantial on-screen appearance, Vandervaart passed my scrutiny with flying colors. Now I might be biased, because I am a documented victim of this particular Boston Brahmin charm, that screams old money and boat shoes and Ivy League and effortless sophistication. But it's more than this, of course, and I suspect solid brains and a great deal of preparatory work. This kid has managed to impress me, with his subtle nods to the mannerisms of JAMMF and LJG. The scene with Young Ian and Rollo is flawless. The diction is perfect. He cares for William enough to become William and this is something to behold and applaud.

Both Hunters are quintessential. There is a sort of steel butterfly quality to Rachel and Denzell Hunter's kindness could melt my B&J's Chocolatey Love A-Fair bucket on the spot. Their likeability index will probably increase with time, and not only in this fandom, but also in the silent majority of casuals.

Which brings me to Tom Christie brilliantly showing us that, as my beloved Wilde once said with perfect clarity, "every saint has a past and every sinner has a future". This is the moment when I almost reached for the tissues, because I once was Tom Christie, and I know how damn hard is to keep your dignity in a hope against hope situation. And I could have done without that burlesque kiss altogether: but that is just me.

We've been waiting for this one since the trailer was released or even since I Am Not Alone. At last some bedroom maneuvers that are not: a) scampered; b) implied; c) muted and faded to cheesiness. I didn't even ask for much, did I?

Spoiler: "The thing about Tom is he wants you. Badly." That golden light. That serene grace. That perfect dialogue of bodies and souls. That cheeky raspiness. Not about Tom and not exactly JAMMF. I almost shivered, it was just like the good old times. And then, BAM!

A PLAGUE ON YOUR HOUSE, INTIMACY COORDINATOR VANESSA WOMAN, WHOSE NAME I DO NOT EVEN BOTHER TO GOOGLE AT 03:55 AM LOCAL TIME.

YOU SET OUR HOPES HIGH, PUSHED US TO THE EDGE AND THEN HAD THEM FADE TO THAT TOTALLY CLICHE MIRROR TRANSITION. HELLO? YOU FEEL OK WHEN YOU LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR, WHILE YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH?

Enough said. And the next lost soul who darts out of Mordor with rumors of body doubles can go directly to jail, not pass GO (heh), not collect $200.

Is next week the Singapore (Sling) one? Lucky I am still in town, then. That is a mystery in the waiting. Onwards.

(Gif taken from @divineandmajesticinone, credits given accordingly - great work!)

[plumbobtv]

Plumbob Inside - Lauren Liu

Interviewer: Hello Lauren, thank you for doing this interview. You look very fashionable. Lauren: Thank you so much and the pleasure is completely mine!

Interviewer: How are you doing? Lauren: I'm very good, my first movie is almost coming out, the trailer just got released. Which got great feedback, so I am very grateful.

Interviewer: I have seen it, it looks amazing! Are you planning on hosting a premier event with the ladies? Lauren: Haha, trying to make me spill if I will be back for season ten... Let me say this, if I am back on the cast, I will host one for sure.

Interviewer: You got me there! Last season you ended things badly with Heather and Octavia, how are you now? Lauren: They're the same, I haven't talked to either of them since we wrapped the reunion and... I have low hopes for a friendship with Octavia in the future, I can't deal with her. And for Heather, I know she is hurt by some things I said at the reunion, but I have to be honest about my feelings...

Interviewer: Octavia did Special Forces and she told us she came back as a new sim... Maybe you'll like that version? Lauren: Haha, well... We all have seen the new version, it changed really fast. Let's say, I have never seen someone loose that much weight so quick...

Interviewer: Hmm... Are you insinuating something Lauren? Lauren: I'm just saying, changes like that don't happen over night... Unless you get some medical help, like Ozempic. Which I am not saying she uses, but it would make sense.

Interviewer: She also said she got sober, started working out a lot and has been eating healthy... Can't that be the reason? Lauren: It can... But I think... There are a lot of changes happening in her life, judging by her social media. She is never seen out with Thorn anymore, while before they were everywhere together... I just have a lot of questions about it all.

Interviewer: Well, of course you're gonna be the one to ask them... Lauren: I said it at the reunion, I was a saint last year but the sinner is about to come out... And here she is, in all red...

Interviewer: One last question, would you wanna see everyone back from last season? Lauren: I would, I think we had an amazing season. But I know some sims are on the fence, but an announcement should be coming to you... Very soon.

Interviewer: Oh, thank you Lauren for this interview. And I hope to see you back on season ten! Lauren: Haha, no problem. I can't help but to share my feelings, on and off camera...

[iloveyouappleiloveyouorange]

Top Ten Films Seen in 2024

Is it 2025 already? What the hell happened to 2024? Oh well. Here are our favorite movies that we watched this past year! Click titles for trailers!

BOTTOMS

KINDS OF KINDNESS

DUNE: PART TWO

WICKED

CHILDREN OF THE SEA

JULES

ALIEN: ROMULUS

TETRIS

GODZILLA MINUS ONE

IN THE LAND OF SAINTS AND SINNERS

Honorable Mentions: Rent-A-Cat, The Contestant, Deadpool & Wolverine, Fallen Leaves, Sometimes I Think about Dying

[s4r1n-g4s]

HMMMMM... UNHINGED ALL-NIGHTER TRAILER...

"Emily, I have an important meeting to attend with the King of Hell. While I'm away, keep the citizens of heaven happy." Sera sternly ordered Emily away from the Angel Army's headquarters, nudging her. "Sera... what for?" Emily asked out of curiosity, inching towards her elder sister. Sera hesitated, before looking back at Emily. "It's nothing you need to worry about. It's my job to handle these meetings, and it's your job to keep the citizens happy." Sera glanced back at Emily, avoiding eye contact with the seraphim of joy.

Emily looked at her older sister, confused. "Sera, I think I am old enough to know how these things work. As a matter of fact, I want to know more about these meetings." She harshly spoke to Emily, ushering her away from the headquarters. "Now go back to the castle, and entertain the citizens of heaven while I am gone." Emily ran over to Sera, her face contorting into an angry grimace.

"Sera, I know you are hiding something from me. Please, why won't you just tell me? I'm not a little girl anymore, and I already know that heaven is ext-" Sera cut off Emily with a hard slap to the face, sending her younger sister reeling. Eyes opened on her hair, and she glared down at Emily. "Don't you DARE bring that up! You hear me?! I don't know where this new attitude is coming from, but it needs to stop NOW. You are in NO position to defy me, Emily. NOW QUIT BACK TALKING ME AND GO BACK TO THE CASTLE." Sera lashed, stomping away. She glanced back at Emily, narrowing her eyes. "Not that you would understand." The seraphim muttered before walking off. Emily grabbed her stinging cheek, applying gentle pressure on it in an attempt to soothe the pain. Her body ached, and she felt betrayed. Sera just got angry with her, right? Maybe she is truly doing what she thinks is best. No matter how hard she tried, though, Emily couldn't shake the feeling of suspicion. She quietly headed towards the headquarters, intending to eavesdrop on the meeting. She peeked her head through the window, attentively listening to the meeting.

Lucifer hesitantly initiated direct eye contact with Sera, anxious about the topics being discussed. "Why did you bring me here, Sera?" he asked, fidgeting with his sleeves. "Lucifer, you are aware of this idea of redemption your daughter has been executing through means of this 'Hazbin Hotel', correct?" Sera asked Lucifer. She clearly still held a great deal of bitterness towards Lucifer, as it was evident in her tone. Lucifer choked, fearing that this meeting was going to be even more rough than usual. "Why yes, I am aware. I have actually been helping her for quite some time." He shuddered, slowly losing his composure. Meetings were always nerve racking, but why was he suddenly met with an overwhelming sense of trepidation when Sera questioned him about the hotel?

"Well, it worked. You remember that snake demon? Well, he's in heaven now. Not only did he ascend to heaven, he appeared right before me and Emily. According to Saint Peter, he did not arrive at the pearly gates like most human souls do." Sera grunted, grimacing at the thought of it. Lucifer let out a shaky sigh of relief just as his eyes lit up with joy. "That's my girl! I knew she could do it!" He blurted, before regaining his composure. "Apologies, Sera, continue." He slowly sat down, cheeks red from embarrassment.

Sera glared at Lucifer before shaking her head, shifting her focus back to the meeting. Although she was disappointed in him, she was grateful that he corrected his behavior. "Well, this plan of redemption poses a great threat to heaven. We have contained Sir Pentious in one of our deepest holding cells, ensuring he will never see the light of day. Once a sinner, always a sinner." Sera scoffed as she cupped her hands under her chin. "That is why we will be moving up the extermination once more. Expect the exorcists to return in three months. Note that we will continue to attack until your little brat is dead!" Sera seethed, transforming into her partial form. She stood up, leaning over the trembling Lucifer.

"NO! YOUR ARMY WILL NOT GO NEAR MY DAUGHTER AGAIN. I AGREED TO THIS EXTERMINATION, SO LONG AS HELLBORN, SUCH AS MY DAUGHTER, ARE NOT HARMED!" Lucifer retorted, his horns visible and eyes glowing red. "YOUR SPOILED PRINCE TRIED TO KILL THE ONLY THING I HAVE DOWN HERE. THAT DEMONIC FILTH BROKE HIS OWN VOW, AND HERE YOU ARE MOURNI-" "SILENCE, HERETIC!" Sera interrupted, her voice echoing throughout the building. She towered over the deadly sin, glaring right down at his tearful eyes. She slowly inched towards Lucifer, forcing him out of the building. "THE AUDACITY OF A SINFUL SCUMBAG LIKE YOU TO CHALLENGE MY AUTHORITY. THE DEAL IS DONE, YOU NO LONGER HAVE A SAY IN THE EXTERMINATIONS. HELLBORN WILL BE INCLUDED FROM NOW ON, SO SAY YOUR GOODBYES TO YOUR SWEET LITTLE PRINCESS, BECAUSE YOU ONLY HAVE THREE MONTHS LEFT WITH HER!" She swore, slamming the door on the king of hell, locking him out. Shaking, Lucifer leaned against the wall, collapsing onto the ground. The thoughts of losing his only daughter plagued his mind, tormenting him so intensely that he completely lost his composure then and there, sobbing uncontrollably.

Lucifer's desperate wails brought tears to Emily's eyes. She felt the strong urge to reassure him, but she knew she had to go back up to heaven. Sera could not know that she had listened in on the meeting. She quickly opened a portal and returned to the castle, unable to drown out the wild thoughts in her head. This was not the Sera she knew. She had been putting up a façade this entire time. She certainly had to keep up an image around the angels, but around Lucifer, she had no reason to hide. Unfortunately, she did not know that her sister realized who she truly was. A power hungry, manipulative machiavellian. She just couldn't keep this secret from heaven any longer. However, she would be defying heaven then and there. It was worth it, though, because she knew she couldn't let Sera control her any more. If she fell, it would say so much more about Sera than it would about her. It would be agonizing for sure, but it was a fair price to pay to expose a tyrant.

Hope you enjoyed this official trailer of my Fallen Emily AU, Grounded! Chapter 1 will be released sometime this week, hope you liked it! Reblogs are very much appreciated!

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 12: Sinners and Saints

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, talks of shooting people, otherwise pretty tame

* Word count: 3,033ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: I don’t know why, but there’s something about this chapter that I love. Rip’s first line of dialogue to Stella cracks me up every time I read it lol. What’s your favorite from the chapter? I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Stella breathed a sigh of relief, pushing Abigail into a gallop toward the new barn they’d finished a few weeks back. The sun blared over the mountains in front of her. She could see Jake, Ethan, Ryan and what looked to be Walker scurrying around the front in a frenzied state.

Her scarred brow pulled as she frowned in question at his presence. John and Rip stood near the entrance to the barn. Off to the side, she could see the vet’s trailer parked in front of the entrance. That meant Teeter and Colby had made it back to the ranch without any further incident.

Kayce joined the pack outside with Tank. The sight of him draped a blanket of soft warmth over her. Steady and unwavering. She was home. The sound of Abigail’s hooves beating against the ground caused everyone to snap their heads in her direction. A mix of looks that ranged from pissed to worried greeted her. She braced herself for the scolding she was about to catch from them.

She slowed Abigail down as she got closer. Kayce beat everyone to her and helped her down from her saddle. He instantly began checking her over for any sign of injury in silence. Their eyes locked and all the noise from their audience faded away. He brought his hand up to her face, wiping at a sooty smudge along her cheek.

He leaned in and dropped a quick peck against her lips. While it was a small gesture, it was packed with gratitude that she was okay, but disappointment that she’d taken off by her hot-headed self. She smiled bashfully up at him as he handed her reins to her.

Ryan grabbed at her arms when Kayce let her go. “Oh my god where the fuck have you been? We thought you were hurt, or worse!”

“I sent a message to the fucks that did that to our people.” She swung her arm toward the barn, where she assumed Colby and Teeter were still being fixed up. She could feel the hot glares from John and Rip on her. Stella realized she’d just kicked a hornets nest. A wave of doubt overtook her, the gravity of her impulsivity hitting her.

She stood tall, refusing to let their stares cause her to falter. She strutted forward into the barn, keeping her gait confident.

The dramatic flurry of activity that followed made her roll her eyes. Ryan demanded answers from her, Kayce hovered, John and Rip brought up the rear – it felt like the world was closing in. Shoving the feeling aside, she stepped into the barn to break down Abigail. She’d worked hard today after not putting in much work for more than half the summer. She removed Abigail’s bridle gently, and the mare let the bit drop out of her mouth. Stella hung it carefully next to her stall. Several sets of footsteps came up behind her.

“Walker!” Rip’s voice echoed down the hall. “Finish untacking Abigail for Stella.”

She glowered at the pissed off foreman just over the roan’s withers.

Rip growled back at her, “don’t you fuckin’ look at me like that. C’mere,” he waved her over to where John, Ryan, Kayce, and himself stood.

Walker slipped in between her and her mare with a pitying look. He’d caught the same anger just this morning. So he already knew what she was in for. Walker knew Stella could be a bit spontaneous, but this was new to him.

Stella passed the gaze back at him, and maneuvered around him and her mare. She let out a deep sigh, glancing at Kayce for reassurance. This was only the second time she’d faced all of them head on at once. Just like in the first situation, she could clearly identify the anger coursing through her boyfriend.

Kayce stood next to his father, his eyes fixed on Stella. The fire in her burned so fiercely, it made him question if he could keep up with this new version of her. Yet, watching her now, the depth of his love for her caught him off guard. It felt like a punch to the gut when he realized he would marry this woman in a heartbeat. Kayce clenched his jaw, torn between pride and frustration.

He frowned while fighting the need to tear into her about acting alone and wanting to allow her the opportunity to explain herself first. He knew he would have done the same thing and couldn’t help but feel slightly hypocritical.

Her boots scuffed along the pavement of the aisle, fatigue setting in. Everything hurt. Her skin felt like it was on fire. The sound of her feet and the soft clinking of her saddle were the only things heard in the barn hall. Shoving her hands in her hoodie pocket, she muttered tiredly, “what Rip?”

He looked her over. Dark circles under her eyes from being up all night. Rage and adrenaline were the only things keeping her upright. He could see, hell they all could, that something changed in her; seemingly overnight.

It was dark, and heavy. Something he’d seen in himself many times before, and watching it manifest in Stella like a thunder head cloud bothered him. He knew he had to help her get a handle on it quickly before she spiraled out of control. He would need Kayce and Ryan’s help to do it.

He took a steadying breath, trying to remind himself that if it were him on the other side of this conversation, he wouldn’t respond well to a verbal attack. “What did you do?” He kept his tone soft. He wasn’t entirely sure he was ready for her answer.

“I already told you. I left a message of our own.”

Rip crossed his arms, his stare drilling into her. Her vague answer didn’t sit right with him. “What kind of message, Stella?”

She hesitated briefly, crossing her arms and leaning a shoulder against the entryway, mirroring Kayce’s posture. Thinking over the events of the night, did she do enough to leave a message? Or did she just look stupid doing it? She met Rip’s gaze, and the anger bubbled up in her chest again. Her voice came out cold and deadly, daring anyone to question her. “I made sure Wade Morrow knows exactly who he’s messing with.”

Ryan stepped forward, his voice cutting through her. “You what?”

Glaring at her brother, her fists balled under her arms. “I made sure that dusty, old fuck, Wade Morrow knows he messed with the right ones on the wrong day today. He hurt our people,” she jabbed her finger into her chest. “On our side of the fence,” her eyes flitted to the barn where Colby and Teeter were being worked on, “and he most certainly knows better.” She pinned John with a look, speaking volumes about the brand she knew Wade carried.

Kayce's feet shuffled as he stood up straight, his voice quiet but no less tense. “Stella, tell us what you did. Stop dancin’ around it.”

John knew that if they kept pushing her like they were, the conversation wasn’t going to yield the results they wanted it to. He swallowed roughly, nervous about what Stella might have actually done. He fought back and forth with the feeling of pride and frustration. She was doing exactly what he wanted her to, but not going about it the way he would have preferred. “What exactly happened? I need to know so we know what kind of mess we have to clean up.” He proceeded to scold her gently, “this is why we don’t go off half-cocked. If you’re not careful, that fire you’ve got right now? Will burn outta control.”

A hush fell over the small group as they all waited for her to defend herself. She wasn’t exactly sure where the bravado was coming from, but she wasn’t going to stop the ball from rolling now. “You wanna know what I did, John? I didn’t waste time getting to Wade’s.” She looked at her brother, “which coming here for one of y’all and then doubling back would have taken too long.”

Ryan rolled his eyes at her.

She focused back on their boss. “When I got there, I happened to witness Roarke Morris finishing up a conversation with your old pal. He was instructing Wade to hit us where it hurts, to force us to retaliate. Inevitably giving Market Equities legal grounds to take ranch land from right out underneath our feet.” She scrutinized the small group, her shrug casual, almost dismissive.

John prompted her softly to continue, “and then?”

“I waited until ugly ass yoga boy left, and singed our brand into Wade’s front fuckin’ lawn.”

Rip’s eyes narrowed. “You did what now?”

Stella’s fingers twitched, and for a split second, she considered sugarcoating her answer. But there was no room for hesitation now. “I burned the ranch’s brand into his grass. Big and bold so he can’t forget. He tried to intimidate me. I shot off a round or two at him and told him next time I wouldn’t miss.” Her voice was steady, but her stomach churned, waiting for their reactions.

The fire in her eyes was the same one that had pulled Kayce in years ago, but now it burned hotter, wilder. He couldn't decide if he wanted to kiss her or shake her. Maybe both. The thought of losing her caused his voice to catch, “you could have gotten killed,” Kayce warned, knowing just the kind of man Wade Morrow was.

“I had it handled, Kayce.”

“You don’t just handle people like Wade, Stella.” Rip put his sunglasses on his hat and pinched the bridge of his nose. “What were you thinking? I know you’re smarter than that.”

“I was thinking,” she balled her fists at her sides. “I’m sick and tired of every other week there being a different threat because of greedy bastards like Dan, Malcolm, and now Market Equities wanting their slice of this place. Them thinkin’ they can walk all over us and we’ll just belly up to them, is over.”

Rip silently assessed the information being laid out. “We gotta be smart about retaliation. Every move, calculated. Controlled. When you race off without a word to anyone, how can we do that if we’re worried about saving your ass at the same time!” He squinted in thought. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“I wasn’t sure how much input I could give. Lesson learned. So I’m doing it now.” She pushed herself off the wall, her voice rising with her agitation. She’d been feeling a lot more protective over everyone lately. Seeing her brother get shot, and Colby and Teeter hurt, something inside her snapped.

Her violent thoughts took her back. She’d never shied away from a fight before, but she typically would try to figure out the most non-lethal way to come to a resolution. When Colby told her it was Wade that did this, she’d made her mind up. These people weren’t getting away with this. Not anymore.

“We need to remind these motherfuckers who we are.” She paused to think if she was pushing too hard and too far. She shoved the thought aside. “Back in the day, not a single person would have messed with us like this.” She pushed up her glasses. “We can’t afford to be subtle or soft anymore, John. Not when they’re circling like great white sharks in a blood filled sea while we try to play the game diplomatically.”

Kayce clenched his hands into fists, stepping closer to Stella. While he understood her point, and agreed with the ones she made, seeing Stella going on the attack to his dad made the hair on his neck stand up.

The last time she did that, she ended up being branded. She’d asked for it intentionally, but it still didn’t calm his nerves. He knew his father better than anyone here. When someone got in John Dutton’s face, they weren’t standing for much longer. “Stella,” he started, knowing he needed to stop her trail of self-destruction.

Stella's hand flew up to stop him. “No, Kayce. I’m not finished yet.”

Her sharp voice made him pause. Kayce’s chest tightened, torn between pride at her resolve and fear of where this reckless streak might lead her — or them. She was fire incarnate, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted to stoke it or snuff it out before it consumed them both.

“We need to be the sharks in the water. Not the other way around. Because one day they’ll wipe us all out while we’re trying to “gentle parent” our way out of the situation.” Stella crossed her arms, huffing. “You’re lucky I stopped myself from doing what I originally planned.” She cleared her throat. “I didn’t because I know what this ranch means, and how far we’re willing to go to protect it.”

John held out his hand creating a cease fire. “What was your plan?”

The ghost of that unholy grin crept across her face. It shot a wave of uncertainty up the spines of the men before her. “I was gonna shoot them where they stood. Put their bodies on Market Equities’ doorstep as a warning.” She pulled down her hoodie. “I’ll do it every time. And the next time I won’t stop myself.” She hoped they took her words as a promise, not a threat.

The silence that fell over the group was deafening. John studied the woman he’d watched grow up. The points she brought up were all very good ones. His chest swelled with pride at her improvement in making an argument and keeping it solid. Also with her use of the small sliver of self control she had left.

It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for her to be a little feral. Dare he say it, unhinged. Stella always had the tiniest flame that flickered just beneath the surface. In his opinion, it was one of the reasons Kayce was drawn to her back when they were kids. With his youngest, it was like Kayce had been raised by wolves, more often than not. So it made sense to John that Kayce and Stella were the same person, just in different bodies.

John thought carefully about his next words. He wasn’t worried about her not listening, or throwing a fit. He didn’t want to be responsible for giving her the grounds to spiral further. He could plainly see that Stella was evolving. Becoming just a bit more ruthless. He wanted to make sure they all guided it in the right direction.

His lips pursed and he pointed at her. He watched as her shoulders squared, ready for him to rip into her. “You’re right. Wade knows better than to pull a stunt like that, but so do you.”

Stella’s heart pounded in her chest. She hadn’t expected an agreement. She had been prepared for an even larger argument to ensue with her aggressiveness. Her anger wavered for a moment, face softening, feeling like a kid again finally being told by an adult they’re proud of you.

John’s look hardened, but his eyes softened at her. “That piece of shit is a bully and a coward, but he ain't stupid. His job ain't riding tourists by buffalo. Today,” he motioned at the ground, “is what he was hired to do. You’re right, Stella, we can't be soft anymore.”

Rip took up the conversation, giving her a second to come back from her shock. “What do you want us to do, sir?”

“We can’t call the sheriff,” Stella mentioned.

John shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. “No, they've already thought about that and already have a reason or an excuse or an alibi.”

“We’ve gotta do something, John,” Stella grumbled.

“I have more reason than anyone to go after that piece of shit,” he fixed his gaze on Rip and Stella. “You two be smart about this.” He pleaded with his eyes at Stella. “You figure out a plan that works, and you take that trash to the fսcking train station.”

Rip and Stella nodded and accepted the job simultaneously. “Yes, sir.”

Stella looked at her brother and Kayce. “I'd be hard pressed to believe y’all ain’t in.”

Ryan shared a glance with Kayce and responded. “We’re in. All of us are.”

Stella tensed at the implications of her brother’s words. “Now hold on a minute. We gotta talk to the others because if they’re all in, they’ll need a brand. And the brand ain’t for everyone. Defending our own or not.”

“She’s right.” John intervened. “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta do it right. Not half-assed. Not alone either.” He glanced at Stella. “It’s time we push back.”

Kayce smiled internally when his father silently but strongly defended his girlfriend. He thought just maybe they could steer her in the right direction and make this work. He watched Stella and realized, if she was riding into battle, he’d follow right beside her. Relief blanketed him knowing she’d have him in her corner. Knowing that he and Stella were one hell of a team gave him a sense of peace.

“Alright,” Rip tapped Stella on the elbow. “Let’s get this show on the road,” and the group started to walk off, but John’s voice stopped them.

“Hey.” They spun to face him like soldiers awaiting orders. He looked at the men of the group that surrounded Stella in a protective circle, his tone authoritative. “You three work with her on this and iron out the details. Don’t do it angry. Run it past me before you make a move,” he gave Stella a pointed look, then looked at Rip. “That son of a bitch has something that belongs to me and I want it back. Make sure this doesn’t come back on us.”

“Yessir.”

“Oh and Stella?”

Stella’s feet halted and she looked at him over her shoulder. She could see Ryan in the way John looked at her, and she softened.

“Control it,” John said, his tone sharp but not unkind. “Or it’ll control you.” Stella nodded, the words cutting through her anger like a cold wind. She understood the warning — she just wasn’t sure if she could heed it.

[icharchivist]

How do you make a playlist 200 songs strong from two short stories???

IT'S ONLY 100 SONGS. a little over 100.

and i do it the exact same way i wrote a 3.7k words analysis/focus thinkpieces about the exact same character. By being perfectly sane and normal about this character.

And tbh the first short story, The Wigmaker Job, is really just a little treasure in characterization, so there's just a lot you can get out of it imo.

There's also two big facts: first, that i've been interested in Lucanis for a few years by now, so i have more solid outlines on what of expect of him. Second, that everything about him has been tailored to fit my interests so much so that i already have a backlog of songs to look into to see if it fits or not.

Usually i look into keywords or specific keyscenes, and key personality traits.

I have a full playlist about having fun killing people, so it already gave me a proper pool to pick from for Lucanis' assassin's way for example.

For example:

One of the key scene of The Wigmaker Job is that Lucanis was sent to kill his mark, Ambrose, quick and clean, While Ambrose knew he was coming.

but once he saw how horrible this man was, especially to his slaves, he decided instead to raise hell, psychologically and physically torture Ambrose, destroy his party and kill the people who have enabled him ("Ignorance is bliss, not innocence"), using the help of demons, turning Ambrose's horrors against him, all while seeing himself as an harbinger of revenge who is GOOD at what he does and all the skillsets he have.

From this scene, I can for example secure the song Can't Go To Hell by Sin Shake Sin

"Walk right in all you sinners and saints / Tonight's the night we're gonna take off these chains / Some wounds will never mend / It came with a warning, now we're all out of time / This romance with ignorance has left us behind / Sit back, relax, begin / It's too early for surrender, Too late for a prayer / We can't go to hell if we're already there"

This one is the most in the nose, but i have various songs about planning a murder and being vicious about it. Another Way Out by Hollywood Undead, Kill of the Night by Gin Wingmore, Murder by Within Temptation, Hunt You Down by The Hit House or Seven Devils by Florence + The Machine, to name a few.

Therefore also outside of just the Ambrose affair, i have general vibes for murders since it's his job, and he's good at it. But he's also not really vibing with the way his organization work, especially since his training required him being tortured from a young age. Makes him perfect for Killer by The Hoosiers

I hate my work / But I'm in control I'm fearless now / But it cost my soul (...) It's alright to scream / I'm screaming too Why'd you think I do the things I do? For shadows haunted me like ghosts So I became what I feared the most I conduct fear like electricity / A manmade monstrosity Don't turn out the lights Kiss yourself goodnight cause there's a killer And he's coming after you

Then we can get into more spoilers territory. The Wake implies Lucanis is believed dead and once we see him in the trailers he has wings, something he didn't have before his "death". Makes him perfect for Phoenix's themed songs like Phoenix by Netrum.

Or i can jump of from the relationship he has with Illario, his cousin who describes his relationship with Lucanis "more like brothers, really" and the way Illario mourns him into The Wake, and add Brother by Lord Hudson into the playlist just fine.

Or i can jump off from one theory i had that turned out confirmed by a spoiler i didn't want to see ( (: ) and gleefully add Man or Monster by Sam Tinnesz or Dancing with Demons by Palisades

And, arguably, there's also a few songs that are purely interpretation based from the stories that may end up getting changed with the game. For example, I personally consider that the way Lucanis talks about his grandmother's abuse and torture is pretty fucked up and shows a complex approach to his family especially that pushed me to put Under The Water by The Pretty Reckless in the list. But i may remove it if it turns out he's really just chill about it in the main game.

And this last point comes back obviously to haunt the playlist: there's probably a lot of songs from the list that will disappear once i know even more about him and realize my base interpretations doesn't allign as well with what's in the game.

And there's more themes that inspires me that i just am not going deep into. From the enemies he made, to also just the fact I'm familiar with the organization he's from from previous games and books, that i have ideas of what themes seems set up to be explored with his character

but hey. here goes :)

but yeah it's a mix of, the short story was already really rich in information about him, that he's been made in a lab to cater to my interest so i already have pools of musics to pick from, and, of course, that i've been The Most Normal About Him :)

so hey, food for thoughts!

[ulvespill]

Fikk ikke lanseringsdato, men ny trailer fikk vi

Kingdom Come: Deliverance II Saints and Sinners traileren leverer middelaldersk såpeopera fylt med sex, vold og intriger.

[saturdaynightmatinee]

CALIFICACIÓN PERSONAL: 7 / 10

Título Original: In the Land of Saints and Sinners

Año: 2023

Duración: 106 min

País: Irlanda

Dirección: Robert Lorenz

Guion: Terry Loane, Mark Michael McNally

Música: Diego Baldenweg, Lionel Vincent Baldenweg, Nora Baldenweg

Fotografía: Tom Stern

Reparto: Liam Neeson, Kerry Condon, Jack Gleeson, Ciarán Hinds, Colm Meaney, etc

Productora: Coproducción Irlanda-Estados Unidos-Reino Unido; Facing East Entertainment, RagBag Pictures, London Town Films, Saga Film, Bleiberg Entertainment

Género: Action; Crime; Thriller

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