#bum city saints

[jurakan]

Okay, but the more I think about it, I'm actually pretty bummed that Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel starts with the two immortal human characters being famous alchemists, and it totally could have been a series about historical alchemists duking it out in the modern day world, and it is.... not that.

Okay, some of the immortal humans are alchemists, and a couple are people who had mysterious/unverified deaths. For the most part, though, it sometimes feels like he just picked famous people like Shakespeare and Joan of Arc, regardless of how much sense that makes.

Like, we could have had a series in which Flamel, Dee, Saint-Germain, Paracelsus, Kircher (not really an alchemist I think but he had the reputation?), and Newton all, like, throwing alchemical magic and shiz around modern European cities.

[halloweeneverlong]

21st century breakdown sentence starters

sentence starters taken from songs off of 21st Century Breakdown by Green Day <3

song of the century

- “they’re playing a song of the century.”

- “tell me a story into that goodnight.”

- “sing us a song for me.”

21st century breakdown

- “i never made it as a working class hero.”

- “i think i’m losing what’s left of my mind.”

- “i was made of poison and blood.”

- “i’ve given my heart and my soul.”

- “i’ve broken my fingers and lied through my teeth.”

know your enemy

- “do you know your enemy?”

- “violence is an energy.”

- “silence is an enemy.”

- “rally up the demons of your soul.”

¡viva la gloria!

- “are you standing close to the edge?”

- “say your prayers and light a fire. we’re gonna start a war.”

- “she is the saint on all the sinners.”

- “where’s your undying love?”

before the lobotomy

- “my love, a lost memory.”

- “it’s enough to make you sick.”

- “you burned your dreams into the ground.”

- “i’m not stoned, i’m just fucked up!”

- “i got so high i can’t stand up.”

- “i’m not cursed, ‘cause i’ve been blessed.”

- “i’m not in love, ‘cause i’m a mess.”

christian’s inferno

- “i got the rejection letter in the mail, and it was already ripped to shreds.”

- “baby, maybe you’re the chemical reaction.”

- “i am the atom bomb, i am the chosen one.”

last night on earth

- “i text a postcard sent to you, did it go through?”

- “you are the moonlight of my life every night.”

- “my beating heart belongs to you.”

- “i’m here to honor you.”

- “if i lose everything in the fire, i’m sending all my love to you.”

- “if you dare to second guess, you can rest assured that all my love’s for you.”

east jesus nowhere

- “and we will see how godless a nation we have become.”

- “you’re a sacrificial suicide.”

- “you’re the soldiers of the new world.”

- “put your faith in a miracle.”

- “oh, bless me lord, for i have sinned. it’s been a lifetime since i last confessed.”

- “i’ll be dressed up in my sunday best!”

- “ain’t this uniform so flattering?”

- “i never asked you a god damn thing!”

peacemaker

- “well, call the assassin.”

- “vendetta, sweet vendetta.”

- “death to the lover you were dreaming of.”

- “this is a standoff.”

- “a molotov cocktail’s on the house.”

- “i’m gonna send you back to the place where it all began.”

last of the american girls

- “she is one of a kind.”

- “she’s the last of the american girls.”

- “she won’t cooperate.”

- “she’s a sucker for all the criminals breaking the laws.”

murder city

- “desperate, but not hopeless.”

- “i just wanna bum a cigarette.”

- “we’ve come so far, we’ve been so wasted.”

- “desperate, but not helpless.”

¿viva la gloria? (little girl)

- “little girl, why are you crying?”

- “there is no place like home when you’ve got no place to go.”

- “little one, the sky is falling.”

- “your bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason.”

- “you dirty liar.”

- “the traces of blood always follow you home.”

restless heart syndrome

- “take me to emergency.”

- “something seems to be missing.”

- “i’m elated, medicated.”

- “lord knows i’ve tried to find a way to run away.”

- “i think they found another cure.”

- “you’d be surprised what i endure.”

- “what makes you feel so self-assured?”

- “i need to find a place to hide, you never know what could be waiting outside.”

- “it’s like some kind of suicide.”

- “i’m a victim of my symptom.”

- “i am my own worst enemy.”

- “you’re a victim of the system.”

horseshoes and handgrenades

- “i’m not fucking around.”

- “you missed me, kisses me, now you better kick me down.”

- “i’m gonna burn it all down.”

- “don’t you fuck me around, because i’ll shoot you down.”

- “i’m gonna drink, fight, and fuck.”

- “i’m pushing my luck all the time!”

- “well, i’m a hater.”

the static age

- “i can’t see a thing in the video.”

- “what a fucking tragedy.”

- “all i wanna know, what’s the god damn pain? not what’s the medicine.”

- “all i want to do is- i want to breathe.”

- “batteries are not included.”

- “what’s the latest way that a man can die?”

21 guns

- “does the pain weigh out the pride?”

- “did someone break your heart inside?”

- “your faith walks on broken glass.”

- “nothing’s ever built to last, you’re in ruins.”

- “did you try to live on your own?”

- “did you stand too close to the fire?”

american eulogy: mass hysteria / modern world

- “the neighborhood’s a loaded gun.”

- “mass confusion is all the new rage!”

- “i don’t wanna live in the modern world.”

- “fucking lies.”

- “i don’t give a shit about the modern age.”

see the light

- “i just wanna see the light.”

- “i need to know if it’s worth the fight.”

- “i’ve been wasted, pills and alcohol.”

- “i drank the water from a hurricane.”

- “i set a fire just to see the flame.”

[loominggaia]

Question: Is it possible for a genuinely good person to get into power in the Great Kingdoms or some other organization? Or would they just get assassinated or become corrupt and eat babies or something?

Much like in the real world, good-hearted people usually don't acquire much power. That's because in order to get power, you need to be willing to lie, cheat, and exploit others. You need to have a desire to be "above" others in the first place. And, once the power is obtained, it corrupts.

This is a big theme in the Looming Gaia series. Mr. Ocean talks about it pretty extensively. Here's a piece of dialogue from "Supply and Demand":

“We are all monsters in the making, my friend. It is power which corrupts, and I tell you from my own experience, it takes less than you think. It is an insidious thing, like a cancer that takes you from the inside. You cannot see it unless you are willing to tear yourself apart and exorcise it, or else it will quietly take your soul.” -Mr. Ocean

There is another element at play here too, and that's "perspective".

Mr. Ocean had good intentions when he formed the Oceanic Resistance. But as his power grew, the stakes and his foes grew too, and he had to pull increasingly desperate moves to keep that power. He poisoned his own soldiers with greenlite to keep them loyal to his cause, which was a terrible thing to do. But from his perspective, it was for the greater good.

He reasoned that it was acceptable to sacrifice these soldiers' free will if it meant saving all of Terria from Sovereign...until he realized that he was doing exactly what Sovereign was doing, and it was evil. The only way to cleanse himself of the evil was to let go of all his power, so he abandoned the Resistance and his cause altogether. He reasoned that there was no point in overthrowing Sovereign if he was just going to take his place as another evil dictator.

Mr. Roach took Mr. Ocean's place as leader of the Resistance. Roach is now forging monsters, exploiting mermaids and others, all in the name of destroying the Sovereign. Mr. Roach doesn't think of himself as evil, he thinks himself a hero for trying to stop Sovereign.

Most of the "evil" characters in the Looming Gaia series feel this way too. They don't see themselves as villains, but heroes. Sovereign thinks he's a hero for saving Aquaria from Terrian pollution. Indiga thinks she's a hero for protecting her people from magic. Moswen thought she was a great queen for holding her children to such a high standard. Even Dario thought of himself as a benevolent protector of his clan.

Karenza, the Divine of Love, also started her cause with good intentions: to cleanse the world of wickedness. But that's a hard thing to do when wickedness is subjective. Many people consider rulers like Sovereign and Indiga to be heroes and saints, so who is Karenza to decide they're wicked and destroy them? Many consider Karenza to be the wicked one.

I will also mention that even Karenza has done a lot of morally questionable things to acquire and keep her power. Ironically, the Divine of Love has one of the highest kill-counts of any other divine. Her Ethereal City is essentially a dictatorship. She makes mistakes. She takes actions she regrets. Her foes are so unrepentantly evil, so willing to do whatever it takes to overpower her, she feels she has no choice but to sink to their level to get the edge over them. All for the "greater good".

No one wants to take the Mr. Ocean route because...well, look at the guy. He went from a big player on the world stage to a penniless bum overnight. But sacrificing their power is truly the only way to cleanse their soul of the corruption.

Mr. Ocean is one of the very few examples of a powerful leader being truly "good". However, he had to sacrifice all his power to achieve that goodness.

Salina and Marina took the same route long before him (though for different reasons. They gave up their power not because they feared becoming evil, but because they got frustrated with allkind's stupidity and gave up on trying to help them.)

More power requires more corruption to maintain. The ultra-powerful rulers of Looming Gaia come in two flavors: evil, and slightly less evil. Some of their intentions may be good, and some of their actions may even be benevolent, but maintaining their high level of power will always require some degree of morally-questionable deeds.

There are truly good leaders as well, they just don't have nearly as much power as the big-timers. Evan is one example, as leader of the Freelance Good Guys. Jasenia is another, as princess of Barha, willing to sacrifice her relationship with the man she loved in order to save her people from war.

The greatest evil is found in the highest places.

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[plutobutartsy]

some nate facts :3

tagging @swanconcerto and @oceanicwhitetipshark because you guys seemed excited :3 fair warning though:

1. this is really long so don't feel obligated to read everything and

2. i mention nate's dad being an angry asshole specifically in relation to how it's affected nate, but nothing graphic or too in dephth. still, please be mindful of your own triggers <3

he's a werewolf! poor briar (remember, he's scared of dogs, hehe i am so funny)

like briar, he is the youngest child, he has an older brother (isaiah, 19) and an older sister (selah, 26)

nate is short for nathan! him and his siblings all have biblical names (take this with a grain of salt, i did like one google search so if it's wrong. idk)

his dad was a horrible and angry man and nate is constantly haunted by the fear that he will turn out just like his father

it doesn't help that out of all three siblings he looks the most like his dad. he has the same white hair and nose.

he somehow convinced himself that if he let's himself feel any intense emotions, even positive ones, they will turn to anger so he tries to keep a tight lid on everything.

he took some time off school and lived with his mom's childhood friend martha and her husband. they live on a farm in the middle of bum fuck nowhere (not really, just a small village but nate is a city girl (gn))

his mother hoped being away from the city he grew up in, and thus being away from a place he associates his father with, would help him "get over" his issues. with a bit of prodding from selah, their mom also got him a therapist near where he was staying

he still has some resentment towards his mom because of that. he feels like she just gave up on him and decided to push him away and out of her sight

despite that, his time away really did help him with accepting his emotions more but if you look too closely, you can see his smile falter a bit! :)

additionally, whenever he feels even the slightest bit of anger he panics and bolts

i should mention that his pack (formed by his parents and now solely run by his mother) used to treat him like a ticking time bomb because of his similarities to his father so uhh that did NOT help

of course not the ENTIRE pack but a few of the older members treating him that way was enough

that's why being away from all that was so good for him, it was just so refreshing to be treated like a person and to not only be allowed to feel freely, but to be encouraged to do so

his treatment has improved since he got back (thanks to his siblings letting it be known they won't tolerate this shit any longer) but he still gets dirty looks from time to time

there's rumors going around at his school that he spent his time away in juvie because his anger issues got the best of him

all this is very sad and tragically ironic since he's SUCH a sweetheart, always has been

evie transferred to his school like a month before nate came back and when he did, some people told evie that he was bad news and she was like what. he's a saint.

he loved being on the farm and really bonded with the animals. named every single one of them and can tell which is which no matter how similar they all look.

still visits and helps whenever he can

the type to be late to meetings because he got caught up helping every single person in his sight

sometimes just squats down on the side walk to watch the ants go about their stuff. he's hypnotized.

when he needs time to think he goes to one of those pet shops and stares at the aquariums until he feels the manager glare at him for loitering. he gets sad thinking about the fish being trapped but he likes watching them anyways

insanely good with kids. he loves watching the younger kids in the pack and they love him even more. he let's them climb all over him they use him like a jungle gym. so even if their parents are wary of nate they have to put up with him lol

does a lot of art! mainly pottery and poetry though!! but he also crochets, the repetitive movement relaxes him

in general he really likes working with his hands, that's why he enjoys pottery and the farm work so much

a disaster in the kitchen. local teenage boy tries to make eggs, 5 injured 1 dead

vegetarian!! almost vegan. he either gets his non-meat animal products from sellers he knows are ethical or not at all.

absolutely obsessed with shitty romance novels you know like the types you get at the airport. will talk your ears off about them. no escape.

this got really long so i'm going to make a seperate post with relationship stuff for my beloveds :3

[aphroditestummyrolls]

Something from the Engagement Series??

Hello! Thank you so much for playing ❤️ it took me a little while to settle on what to write, but this has been rattling around my head for days. Enjoy!

It started on their last visit to Novyi Zem.

The council had been coming down on Jesper especially hard since the engagement was announced— what used to be whispered rumours had become outward antagonising. Councilman Veld treated him like an imbecile, going as far as to mention his dropping out of university in the middle of a gala. Boer, Gekkehuis, and even Hansen, though, had started to act as if he was a criminal, about to murder Wylan for his money. Like that had been the plan from the moment they met.

That bothered Jes. Wylan could feel it in the way he’d kiss him after nights like that— both hands on his cheeks, tilting his face up to guide every moment, lush and deep. There was a tension up his spine, even while he made Wylan melt right into him.

Plenty of people thought Jesper was stupid, or a garden variety Barrel bum. They would be wrong, but Jes was used to that— there was so much that could roll off his back. But these men thought Jesper didn’t love Wylan. They thought he was using him.

The constant barrage of insidious commentary had started to get under his skin.

Council dinners had become interrogations. Garden parties were so frosty, Jesper had tried to joke that the flowers were going to die.

It didn’t quite reach his eyes, and his smile was a wane thing. It was Jes who was wilting, frostbitten as autumn set in.

So, Wylan did the only thing he could do— he called a meeting at the Church of Barter, a special meeting. There, he made abundantly clear, with every inch of intimidation he had learned from Kaz, that he and Jesper were taking a trip to Novyi Zem for the rest of autumn, to visit Jesper’s father. And by the time they returned, the council had better start treating Jes with the same respect they’d give to any other mercher spouse.

Their bags were packed before he even told Jes that he’d booked them passage.

It was in Novyi Zem— when Jesper’s tense muscles had finally begun to thaw, and the long hours in the Zemeni sun had brought the freckles out in Wylan’s cheeks— that Colm gave him the idea.

“It’s tough right now, isn’t it?”

Wylan smiled, sitting on the porch step when the old farmer joined him. “What gave us away?”

“Could’ve been the sudden visit, or could’ve been the way Jesper joked about being a gold-digging whore, which… sounded a little too bitter for his usual humour.”

He barely swallowed an apology— Colm would call it needless, he usually did— but the crush of feeling in his chest demanded some sort of explanation. For that moment, he felt like he’d failed Jesper, and failed Colm. His son wasn’t happy with Wylan. Jes was withering under the gazes of these dour old sentinels, and he wasn’t sure yet if he’d been able to make it right.

“I… I think I’ve handled that.” He better have, at least. “But, Jes claims he’s a city boy, through and through. He loves Ketterdam. And I don’t not believe him, but I…”

Out in the distance, under the endless expanse of blue sky, with the jurda growing gold behind him, Wylan could see Jes as he made his way from the barn. He had an empty pail in his hand from feeding the animals, a contented type of grin on his handsome face that Wylan could see all the way over on the porch. Saints. He hadn’t looked that relaxed since the announcement.

“Son?”

“There are some types of joy he only feels here, and I just wish there was a way to bring a little bit of Novyi Zem home with us.” He tugged a hand through his curls, looking out at his lover, the most beautiful thing in the world even while he chased a goat kid who’d escaped their pen.

The answer was right in front of him, he supposed.

“Has Jes ever told you about his old horse?” Colm asked, squeezing Wylan’s shoulder comfortingly. “I bought him a horse of his own when he was a lad. Saints, he loves anything with fur and four legs.”

Which was how they got here— back at the geldstraat estate, with Wylan leading a blindfolded Jesper by the hands. To the stables. Where their two, distinguished old draught horses had a new companion.

Thanks for playing! And feel free to send more or ask questions! ❤️

[moviemunchies]

I read the novel back in 2017, and I remember liking it! When I told my dad that I read this book by the same guy who wrote the novel that was adapted into the movie Captain from Castile, he looked to see if we could find it. And we did! And we saw it.

Hey, you know Orson Welles is in this movie?

Italian aristocrat Andrea Orsini is one of the courtiers in the employ of Cesare Borgia, helping him create alliances in his quest to conquer Italy. And, y’know, kill people; but mostly build alliances! Except Orsini has a secret–he’s not actually an aristocrat, or even an Orsini. Pretending to be one and working for Borgia has allowed him to build up his own station, and send money to his mother, though, so he goes on with it. Now Borgia has sent him to the city of Cita del Monte to build trust with its ruler, Lord Varano. Except Andrea, out from under Cesare Borgia’s thumb, realizes that he Varano is a truly honorable lord, loved by his people. Even more frustratingly, Andrea’s falling in love with Varano’s wife, Camilla.

I don’t remember all the details of the book, though I DO remember the basic Plot. I also remember a fun side plot involving Saint Lucy Brocadelli being guarded by Mario Belli. Sadly, this storyline was cut from the movie; which makes sense as it’s not immediately relevant to the Plot. Still! I liked it a lot so I’m a bit bummed.

I should probably go into this a bit more. Because so many of the supplementary side stories have been cut, the movie feels really, really straightforward. It’s not quite a speedrun of the Plot, but it feels like it at times. There are things that I think could have spent a lot more time developing. Andrea and Varano’s relationship needs more time to develop. So does Andrea and Camilla’s, but that’s typical movie romance stuff. Part of what makes Andrea decide to stop working for Borgia is because of his respect for Varano, this great leader, this honorable man, this noble figure… and we don’t actually see the two of them interact all that much. This is one of the linchpins of the story.

In comparison, Andrea and Camilla’s relationship isn’t that underdeveloped. The audience can pick up that there’s attraction between them right away. And the whole point is that they don’t act on that attraction because she’s married. There are some problems with that delivery, but overall it works better than what’s going on with Varano and Andrea.

Also, unlike movies today, it’s nice to see that these two don’t instantly jump into bed together because of immediate attraction. Her being married is actually stopping them from getting together.

If there’s another character in this movie who I think needs some work, though I think he’s still my favorite and a highlight of the movie, it's Belli. He’s the guy first sent to assassinate Andrea, but then Andrea flips him and hires him on as a loyal servant in return for his life. He’s an entertaining, straightforward guy who doesn’t understand why Andrea’s conflicted about something as straightforward as killing someone else on the boss’s orders. He grows as a person, though.

Belli’s fun. I like him.

Oh, and there’s sword fights. Those are cool. Though I should let you know: the battles and sword duels don’t happen until fairly late in the movie.

And Cesare Borgia’s played by Orson Welles?! Orson Effing Welles?!? He was thinner in those days. He’s clearly having a lot of fun being a villain. He’s not too complex, he’s just a guy who wants to conquer stuff, though he’s willing to try diplomacy before going all-out in war. He’s a perfect Renaissance villain, and the kind of antagonist who is perfect for the story, especially as we know that the hero can’t defeat him–sure, the story may bend history, but it’s not going to go so far as killing off Cesare Borgia.

I think it’s a fairly good swashbuckling action movie. The movie poster declares it the ‘King of Romantic Epics!’, which, uh… it’s not. But it is a really cool older movie, a nice Renaissance epic, and I think it’s worth checking out. I’m sad about how much of the book was cut out; then again, that’s to be expected from any film adaptation, so I can’t say it’s too unexpected.

[whitepolaris]

Doomed Dome in New Orleans

Back when the New Orleans Saints weren't much of a force to be reckoned with on the football field, fans sought reasons for the teams seemingly endless streak of bad luck. And since the team was based in Crescent City, most fans were at least vaguely familiar with voodoo. According to one of the tenets of voodoo, there always has to be a reason for something. Poor performance on the gridiron doesn't just happen. Something (or things) has to be causing it.

To clear the way to build a civic center, the old Girod Street cemetery had been unearthed and moved in 1957. Today the superdome sits on top of a portion of what had been hallowed ground for almost 150 years. The spirits had been uprooted and could no longer rest in peace. It didn't matter that the cemetery had already been officially deconsecrated, or that the remains of all the relatives of forty-four white families had been successfully gathered up and redeposited at the Hope Mausoleum on Canal Street, or that the rest of the human remains had been sifted out of the ground and heaped into a mass grave at Providence Memorial Park. According to folks who openly believed a breach of trust had occurred, this was why the Saints could rarely seem to complete passes, score touchdowns, or kick successful field goals.

Football boosters naturally plated all such speculations down, pointing out that the dead of Girod Street had long been disturbed already. Bums had moved into the crypts, they said, and prostitutes had been playing their trade between the tombs, and a few of the graves were well maintained. With those arguments, they quickly pushed their agenda through, won the NFL franchise for New Orleans, and saw to it that what was then the world's largest dome was built. But the spirits may have had the last laugh. For years the Saints struggled against what seemed like supernatural opponents. Talk of a curse on the doomed dome became commonplace.

The curse seemed to end only when the Superdome was finally put to some use other than sports and entertainment. Although the damage inflicted by Hurricane Katrina and its aftermath required $193 million in repairs, the dome had sheltered some thirty thousand people through the worst of the disaster. After that, the curse seemed to lift. When the facility reopened in 2006, the Saints won their very first game and kept up a winning season that took them all the way to the NFC championship game.

Those who knew the ghosts that populated the old cemetery under the dome complex also knew why the losing streak ended in 2006. The old man who told us about the legend laughed as he pointed toward the giant curving roof. "See?" he said. "They just wanted to frustrate those money people. Soon as the dome finally did some good, well, them ghosts must have reckoned they could leave it alone."

[thoughtswordsaction]

Brigata Vendetta Released New Single "1000 Cuts"

Brigata Vendetta, one of the newest Bay Area bands featuring members of Harrington Saints and Bum City Saints, have released a new single called “1000 Cuts.” The song comes from their debut LP “This is How Democracy Dies” which is available for pre-order on January 12th and hits stores on February 2nd. Click here to listen to “1000 Cuts.”“‘1000 Cuts’ was one of the first songs we wrote after…

[metalshockfinland]

BRIGATA VENDETTA Release New Single '1000 Cuts', Debut Album “This is How Democracy Dies” Out February 2nd

BRIGATA VENDETTA, one of the newest Bay Area bands featuring members of Harrington Saints and Bum City Saints, have released a new single called “1000 Cuts.” The song comes from their debut LP “This is How Democracy Dies” which is available for pre-order on January 12th and hits stores on February 2nd. Click here to listen to “1000 Cuts.” “‘1000 Cuts’ was one of the first songs we wrote after…

[nicoscheer]

07 Oct '23

Foro Sol

Mexico City, Mexico

Mardy Bum

I Wanna Be Yours is currently the 16th most-streamed song on the entire planet (Spotify daily listeners)

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Alex adding extra drama for the documentary, Ben filming Alex: dvd extras

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A really cool painting of Alex on stage rocking on

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Alex at the airport (he's got the party plugged right into his skull again; his wire headphones)

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A sweet post bout a fan buying by Davey Latter a coffee

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[not-museing-around]

"It wasn't a compliment, Lancelot was an idiot," Saoirse made sure to say loud enough for him to hear even as she was moving away from him. Frankly Saoirse wasn't sure she'd ever had a real dream before. Nothing pleasant, nothing she would care to remember. Mostly her sleeping images were jobs she relived over and over, visualizing her mistakes or learning from her failures.

Lancelot made it though. Limping, injured for sure, and the wound she'd put in his side with her blade before certainly hadn't helped him. But there was a sense of relief when she saw that he was still alive. It was because he was supposed to be her target, right, not because she actually didn't want to kill him. It didn't do her any good to look him over now, the more she admired the harder it was going to be to do her job.

"And look at you! Still in one piece. A bum leg, but still walkin'. I'm impressed." The mercenary teased back as she relaxed into one of the train's seats. With a tired smile, she made room and let him sit at her side until it was time to leave the train, walk through the city and to the townhouse. It seemed like exactly the kind of place she would have chosen as a safehouse, honestly so at least he wasn't actually an idiot. "Saint-like." Saoirse followed behind him into the bathroom and stripped off the once white fabric stained so very red now. "You know, because it's hole-y?" Saoirse snickered, "You should let me stitch your side before ya' bleed out. Sorry abou' that. And that leg doesn' look good either." Gesturing to the bloody patch on his shirt she looked up at him and awkwardly realized she'd probably made herself too much at home at this point. "Unless you'd rather I leave you to try on your own."

"It wasn't a compliment, Lancelot was an idiot," Saoirse made sure to say loud enough for him to hear even as she was moving away from him. Frankly Saoirse wasn't sure she'd ever had a real dream before. Nothing pleasant, nothing she would care to remember. Mostly her sleeping images were jobs she relived over and over, visualizing her mistakes or learning from her failures.

Lancelot made it though. Limping, injured for sure, and the wound she'd put in his side with her blade before certainly hadn't helped him. But there was a sense of relief when she saw that he was still alive. It was because he was supposed to be her target, right, not because she actually didn't want to kill him. It didn't do her any good to look him over now, the more she admired the harder it was going to be to do her job.

"And look at you! Still in one piece. A bum leg, but still walkin'. I'm impressed." The mercenary teased back as she relaxed into one of the train's seats. With a tired smile, she made room and let him sit at her side until it was time to leave the train, walk through the city and to the townhouse. It seemed like exactly the kind of place she would have chosen as a safehouse, honestly so at least he wasn't actually an idiot. "Saint-like." Saoirse followed behind him into the bathroom and stripped off the once white fabric stained so very red now. "You know, because it's hole-y?" Saoirse snickered, "You should let me stitch your side before ya' bleed out. Sorry abou' that. And that leg doesn' look good either." Gesturing to the bloody patch on his shirt she looked up at him and awkwardly realized she'd probably made herself too much at home at this point. "Unless you'd rather I leave you to try on your own."

[civilwarrust]

“SHAKY” record release show is at Golden Bull in Oakland Sunday, July 7th at 7pm! Excited to be teaming up with our friends Between Your Teeth, Bastards of Young & Bum City Saints to bring you a matinee party that will end before 11pm! $5 to get in and don’t forget to grab a vinyl copy of the new record. Stoked :)

[bbiemochi]

hello ! i love your writing, may i rq arashi comforting reader who’s been overworking themselves ? thank you ^_^

𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 | arashi narukami x reader

[an]: hello there! tysm for requesting~! it’s rare to see someone request for our beloved princess of enstars 🫶 but i’m glad someone did! please do enjoy~!

summary: arashi really hated seeing you work nonstop

pairing: arashi narukami x g/n!reader

genre: small angst, comfort, fluff

12:42am

you were still up.

you weren’t even sure what time it is anymore. you’ve been working at the same bundles of paperwork since yesterday, along with fixing the new track for knights’ new song project, not to mention anzu had to go to another city to help trickstar with their next live so apparently the idol work here was left at your hands since…there were no other producers but you and anzu after all. it was all so tiring. you had no time for breaks except for a small coffee rest that is, though you had no idea if you considered drinking latte while typing on your keyboard as a break.

switch requested if you could help them train and rehearse for a song they’re working on and obviously you agreed. afterwards you arranged for akatsuki’s next live so that the other idols’ schedule wouldn’t be too messy along with fine’s and undead. you had lend a hand to ra*bits who had a hard time rehearsing for a song without a proper producer helping for their next project plan, and last but not least; you had to help knights schedule for a photoshoot that was needed for a song cover. all of these things you have to do on your own, with only small help from the students and idols who volunteered to give you backup.

due to all of this workload, your new sleep schedule was around 2am in the morning. you didn’t even had time to go back to your home, you only had time to sleep in the napping room for 3 days straight with a spare futon and some clothes you brought along with your eyes always felt like dropping in a minute. adonis was one of the first few people to notice the bags that laid underneath your eyelids, said to you to take naps daily in the afternoon like ritsu does. however you refused every time he says so. adonis was sweet…but you need the job finished as soon as possible so that nothing is left when you rest.

regardless, in this particular day, tsukasa was selfless enough to help you work with the other files you were currently about to finish. and because of his kindness, you had more energy to finish the other half. thank the gods tsukasa was a saint. although, even if he did helped you—doesn’t mean that your work went less for you. you still had to finish them in the napping room alone. 12:00am. it was 12am in the morning.

‘just a few more then i’ll head to bed…tenshouin-san needs these by tomorrow…’ was what your head told you before sitting back up straight at your desk and resuming yourself typing onto the keyboard. now that the idol industry was getting bigger and bigger, the producer’s work just kept increasing. not only did you have no time for yourself but you’re here piled up on the desk with your eyes glued on the laptop screen 24/7. you and anzu were bummed. the daily schedule always goes on after all.

it didn’t take long when the thoughts caused your eyes to drop little by little, and in realization you slapped yourself awake. hard. a little too hard that you let out a yelp due to the pain. “ow, ow, ow…” you murmured. shouldn’t had done that. yet it was the only choice you could do or else you’d fall asleep right at the spot. there was still so much to do. you wanna finish them all in one place in order to finally enjoy some free time. just one more and you’re finished…it felt so relaxing to snooze right now, the room temperature was just right and the futon you brought in the nap room was just to your liking….if only you could just—no, no…finish the work first. just one more and you’re—

“goodness me y/n-chan, why in heavens are you still up?”

the voice that came from outside of the room startled you—and due to it, you almost fell right of your seat and let out a small yelp. the person also yelped in surprise. oh thank the gods it was just arashi at the door.

the both of you stared at one another for a few seconds, before you spoke once again, stammering a little on your words. “a-arashi-chan? what are you doing here? it’s late…! you should be home by now, you have a photoshoot tomorrow…!” your wonder caught you off most of the times, yet there was an obvious reason of why the big sister of the knights was still here. heck, you’d even predict that even some of the knights’ members are there. with a soft laugh, arashi covers her mouth with her right palm, “my, my, y/n-chan, did you forget? we have to get ready early by tomorrow~ so the king decided we sleep here for a while at school so that by the time we wake up, we’d just clean ourselves up, dress up, then head out~!” she cheers with a beam. “we already asked for the student council’s consent and they agreed~ how kind they are…” she sighs. arashi was so lucky that still had that optimistic expression stuck on her…while you…

“i only went out to take a small bathroom break, then i saw your room light still on. when i went to take a look, here we are.” she then added, her right hand now caressing her cheeks as she explains. you hummed, rubbing your eyes as you looked at your watch. 12:56am. goddamn it. you weren’t even half finished yet.

“y/n-chan, you should go head to bed now. the knights need you by tomorrow, y’know~? sleeping late isn’t good for your health~” you heard the girl murmur from the side. arashi was right, but you weren’t finished with your work. “you did so much today, y/n-chan. the most hardworking must need to rest too. you must be tired now, aren’t you?~” but there’s still a lot more to finish and some of them will be needed by tomorrow for eichi and Keiko . if only anzu was here to help…her messages to you were helpful however…that didn’t mean your workload would lessen. ah, this was stressing you out. you wanna sleep already.

that’s when you felt tears prick to your eyes. it was surprising, really. the moment all you felt was stressed from the piles of work you had to finish by yourself, to the burden in your chest collapsing beyond your emotions that you aren’t able to hide anymore.

tired. you were tired.

the small beads of tears came down to your face one by one, eyes wide—stunned. all arashi did was gasp a bit, yet she smiles so softly afterwards. it was like she knew this was going to happen eventually. emotions are always often easily broken down once someone asks, ‘are you alright?’ but for you, you just needed arashi to see through. steadily and slowly, you cried. it was…relaxing. for the past few days you’ve been crying to yourself alone in this mere room. no sense of comfort of anything…if only anzu was there, she’d be the one giving her upmost support to you as somebody who helps her out with her duties. yet again…she’s not there. here. with you.

however, having someone like arashi seeing you in a vulnerable state like this was quite humiliating—to the fact you had to cover your face with both of your hands to hide your tears and low snuffles. slowly, you can hear footsteps approach to your figure in every step she took. and out of nowhere, she pulls you into a tight hug, cooing you down like an awoken infant. the way she did it was warming you like an open campfire, mesmerizing, warm and…something you can’t get your eyes off.

arashi was a burning fire in your heart.

“shh…shh, it’s fine…” arashi whispers, like an angel as she stroked your hair with such tender. almost like her fingers were combs itself. you quiet down as she told, and hugged her back, retrieving more of the warmth you were feeling in your entire self. “you worked so well today, y/n-chan~ i’m so proud of you, you have no idea. even tsukasa-chan was proud…we’re all proud of you.”

such a small sentence yet that felt like a huge impact landed on you.

“say, let’s head to bed now, shall we? i’ll sleep beside you if you want,” she’s questions, looking over at you as you both pulled away. “you can pause the work for now. time for bed~” before you even got to reply, the two of you were now laying down on the spare futons that were laid down on the floor of the napping room. the atmosphere was different. probably because you were here with the one and only sister of the knights unit. with you arms tangled around hers, did both of you stared at each other’s eyes was much endorsement. she looked so…beautiful.

“my, my, don’t keep staring at me like that, y/n-chan, i just might fall in love with you,” you heard her say, and you immediately avoided your gaze away from hers. she laughs, softly. “sorry, sorry~! i was just teasing you~ your face really did turned red, how adorable~” arashi cooed, and you whined. “seeing you overwork like that worries me a lot all the time, you know? sometimes i even wondered if you ever get any vacation. your eyes are baggy. come with me tomorrow~ i’ll get those away in a quick pace~!”

you chuckled, voice a little hoarse from tiredness. “there’s no need to. tomorrow’s another important day for your unit, i wouldn’t want to barge in your schedule that i arranged personally myself…” arashi frowns a bit upon your reply. “don’t say that, you’re gonna ruin your gorgeous face, y/n-chan…” a hand was placed over your cheek, warmth from the knight member’s hand with a gentle grin smiling from cheek to cheek. “you’re a beautiful person, y/n.”

you smiled back. “and you’re…a very beautiful woman, arashi-chan.”

arashi’s eyes widened. stunned from what you had just said. her breath shaken, yet she smiles again afterwards—tini tiny pricks of tears of joy snuck into the corner of her eyes who smiled along. out of nowhere, she pressed a small peck against your forehead, and you jolted up.

“geez, do you want me to sleep or keep on teasing me? arashi-chan…just make your mind up…already…”

she then stretched out another beam, “i wanna stay with you that’s my decision. let’s sleep together, y/n-chan—huh?” the girl was frozen, eyes locking down on your very own body as you were already asleep, right in front of her point of view. arashi laughs, though all she did was snuggle right into your side, covering the blanket over the two of you cuddling.

being with you wouldn’t be so bad. after all, that was the first time ever somebody complimented her like that. with that word all she ever wanted to hear from her beloveds.

looking at you one last time as arashi’s eyes also began to grow drowsy, she whispers, “consider that as a reward kiss, y/n-chan…and..” she landed one last peck onto your forehead. “a good night kiss. hehe~ sweet dreams, y/n-chan.”

a/n: this is too short for me omg i’m so sorry ToT I HAVE SO MANY MORE REQUESTS TO DO

requests: closed </3

[pushpinsheep]

What French cities would be better to visit as a tourist than Paris?

If you're after cities specifically then: Strasbourg Heart of the Alsatian region. The cathedral has an impressive astronomical clock and its accompanying automatons are in a museum across the street. Lots of half-timber buildings! Not as hot as the south and the 3rd largest city. Not too big, not too small, and you can actually afford it! x) There's also plenty to see within a short travel distance via trams and regional trains! Totally biased, but there’s a museum in Bouxwiller on Jewish history in the region if anyone is interested. If you want to plan a holiday trip Strasbourg has the oldest Christmas market in France and one of the largest in Europe too!

Lyon 2nd largest city. Still affordable. I lived here for 4 years and loved it. (still bummed we moved sometimes) The gastronomic capital of the world since 1935 so if you like food/cooking this the place to be! Plenty to do and surprisingly LGBTQ+ friendly too. The Musée Cinéma et Miniature is a must! They've got costumes, sets, and props from a lot of famous movies! It also fairly quiet at night compared to other cities I've been in. If you’re there during the winter The Fête des Lumières happens on the 8th of Dec and is pretty fun. It’s a chill night out. You can also extend your trip out to places like Grenoble and Vienne, Isère. Vienne my spouse and I can personally attest to. It's not expensive and there's a whole litany of Roman ruins to see! Montpellier Coastal town in the French Catalan region! It's not as crazy as Marseille, Toulouse, or Nice and there's a ton you can do. The city has huge Aquarium and a really nice Zoological Park if you like critters! You can also go diving or boating. If you don't mind traveling to places nearby you can extend your trip to places like Carcassonne, an extremely tourist friendly medieval fortified city. I went a few summers ago and it was incredible. I had an absolute blast!

Dijon (yes like the mustard) If you like nature, sight-seeing, and/or wine then this is the place for you! They offer a ton of bike tours around the city and the local vineyards. There is wine everywhere. I would recommend trying to visit Guédelon if you're in the region and love medieval history! It's a medieval castle that's currently being constructed using only period accurate tools and materials. Very cool. Brest or Nantes Both are large cities in the Brittany region of France. I'm not sure if you'll find a lot of the Breton language around these places (I've been told you can), but there's still plenty to do. Brest has a naval history museum and an awesome aquarium. Nantes has a lot of museums including Machines de l'Île which is more like smashing a museum with a theme park.

You'll probably recognize this guy from videos online. Yes, you can ride it and yes it sprays water so bring a poncho if you wanna stay dry! There's a ton of cool things here to see. If you love robots or animatronics this one is a must! Mont Saint-Michel Not exactly a city in the traditional sense, but it's worth it. Access literally changes with the tides and high tide is probably the most gorgeous time to visit. It's a lot like Carcassonne. There's plenty to do within the city itself and it tends to be very tourist friendly. When the tide is low enough you can go outside the city and walk around on the sand, but if you do keep and eye out for quicksand.

Hope this helps! :)

[loboxferoz]

bladedscarlet​:

Scarlet’s calloused fingers smooth over the small silver medallion, no bigger than a dime, attached to a faded silver chain. There’s a lump forming in the back of his throat as he sits alone on the grassy knoll of the riverbank the sun almost completely set upon the horizon. It’s always going to be you and me mate, I promise you. His voice rang clearly in his head as the memory that came with the medallion slowly came back to him. Tuck was just a kid back then, scrawny and barely anything to him when Scarlet first brought him to Robyn. Scarlet had promised the kid then and there that he would always take care of him no matter what. He had given Tuck a matching medallion like his own, the Sherwood family crest engraved into it. Brother’s forever, no matter what. 

“Done a great job at it haven’t I?” Scarlet mutters bitterly out loud, pulling the chain over his head and letting it fall back in place around his neck. He goes for his pack of cigarettes tucked away in his pants pocket, taking one between his teeth, and flicking his lighter open setting the end a blaze. After one long inhale, Scarlet closes his eyes as he releases the smoke in his lungs on the exhale. So much has happened in the past few months, and yet Scarlet hasn’t picked up any sort of trail for his brother.

The thought of the events in the past few months leads his eyes to trail to something else, the garnet ring that still rested on his right ring finger. The rubies catch the setting sun just right, and Scarlet knows there’s some kind of power in them. He has no clue what, or why the Knight had chosen him to receive such a gift whatever it may be. There was something about the ring, about the Entity that had overtaken the city, that almost seemed familiar to him, but Scarlet couldn’t make sense of it. 

He holds his cigarette between his fingers, resting his arm on his knee as his gaze looks out over the water. Nothing seemed to make sense to him anymore. 

“This whole thing is one bloody mess.”

It’s only from experience that the wolf can clock a hunter a mile away. But he’s never come across one that seemed so lost in thought. Hell he’s nearly walked into the guy where he’s perched thumbing something in his fingers. Mateo wonders if the guy is drunk, maybe a little drugged off something. He hasn’t seen him around and maybe it’s a little counter-productive to go out of his way for a hunter. 

Mateo lets out a breath and curses a handful of saints under his breath knowing full damn well it wasn’t their fault. It was his goddamn bleeding heart. It was why he’d done fo much for the Underground Marketplace and Tsavos. People needed help and Los Santos wasn’t the place for the weak to thrive. So the wolf watches the hunter a moment longer before stepping closer. Dropping unceremoniously next to the guy he takes a breath and gives a nod towards the cigarette between those fingers.

“Hey, you mind if I bum one off you?”

Scarlet’s calloused fingers smooth over the small silver medallion, no bigger than a dime, attached to a faded silver chain. There’s a lump forming in the back of his throat as he sits alone on the grassy knoll of the riverbank the sun almost completely set upon the horizon. It’s always going to be you and me mate, I promise you. His voice rang clearly in his head as the memory that came with the medallion slowly came back to him. Tuck was just a kid back then, scrawny and barely anything to him when Scarlet first brought him to Robyn. Scarlet had promised the kid then and there that he would always take care of him no matter what. He had given Tuck a matching medallion like his own, the Sherwood family crest engraved into it. Brother’s forever, no matter what. 

“Done a great job at it haven’t I?” Scarlet mutters bitterly out loud, pulling the chain over his head and letting it fall back in place around his neck. He goes for his pack of cigarettes tucked away in his pants pocket, taking one between his teeth, and flicking his lighter open setting the end a blaze. After one long inhale, Scarlet closes his eyes as he releases the smoke in his lungs on the exhale. So much has happened in the past few months, and yet Scarlet hasn’t picked up any sort of trail for his brother.

The thought of the events in the past few months leads his eyes to trail to something else, the garnet ring that still rested on his right ring finger. The rubies catch the setting sun just right, and Scarlet knows there’s some kind of power in them. He has no clue what, or why the Knight had chosen him to receive such a gift whatever it may be. There was something about the ring, about the Entity that had overtaken the city, that almost seemed familiar to him, but Scarlet couldn’t make sense of it. 

He holds his cigarette between his fingers, resting his arm on his knee as his gaze looks out over the water. Nothing seemed to make sense to him anymore. 

“This whole thing is one bloody mess.”

[midasinc]

to celebrate halloween what do u think the amis‘ favorite horror movies are?

oh my god wait can i do a halloween hc post and then answer this ask

ANYWAY

-halloween isn't really as popular in europe so for the majority of their lives, les amis literally don't care about halloween because it's just never been something they've celebrated. most of them don't even celebrate all saints day. the end of october is just the end of october

-CIRCA 2018: ENTER- BAHOREL! A MAN OF CANADA! A MAN OF THE PEOPLE! A MAN OF SPOOKS AND THRILLS!

-bahorel has celebrated halloween with his older sisters literally since he was a born. he was in a little pumpkin costume when he was a baby- there's photo evidence at his mom's house. anyway, he's a HUGE fan of halloween. it's his favourite holiday easily. anyway, when he moves to paris all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for his new life, he's utterly ecstatic to see the fall colours begin to appear in the city

-so one day with feuilly he's like "what are your plans for halloween? what are you dressing up as?"

-feuilly is kind of just like. what.

-and so bahorel is devastated to find that none of his friends celebrate halloween like he does. not even jehan. courfeyrac likes to get tiny pumpkins to put on his windowsill, but that's it

-the first halloween he's in paris, he stays at home and watches nightmare on elm street and eats his way through a bag of candy because he's bummed. this is his fave holiday and it feels like he can't celebrate it anymore

-bahorel is not a quitter, though, so the next year he tells everybody he's throwing a Totally Unassociated With Anything Else This Month Party and everybody needs to show up or else Bahorel Will Terminate Ties With You. this is not nonchalant at all and everyone is like "oh he's trying to do a halloween thing ig"

-jehan spends their day scrolling through pinterest to see halloween inspo and they end up getting really excited by the idea and shows up to bahorel's apartment in a costume they made on their own. it's a horrifying clown get up with like blood and gore and as soon as bahorel opens the door he yelps in surprise because oh my god jehan-

-courfeyrac also comes in a costume- he says it's a sexy deer but everybody thinks he's sexy rudolf from the christmas and courfeyrac is so aggravated like "do you see a red fucking nose? is my nose fucking red?"

-anyway, bahorel is overjoyed that he gets a full headcount and he tries pulling a full "let me show you the spirit of halloween!!!" and commences a movie marathon of every single halloween flick that he finds important enough to add. he also got lil candies and popcorn and decorates his apartment all orange and black and purple and he has a really good time

-the year after that, marius goes goth and he finds that he also likes the halloween spirit. he likes the spookiness and the vibes and spends the entire month watching horror and he is so addicted. carrie is his new fave movie and he has a great idea.

-anyway, on halloween night, bahorel gets courfeyrac completely covered in fake blood on his doorstep and for the second year- he's so freaked out at first. it literally looks like courfeyrac has been murdered, hit by a car, and then murdered again.

-things end up being fine after they have a good laugh about it, though, and marius, jehan, courfeyrac, and bahorel have another movie marathon

-it becomes tradition after that to scare bahorel on his doorstep. courfeyrac gets combeferre to show up as a zombie, jehan gets joly to come as a a vampire, grantaire comes as a scary clown and jehan calls him a copy cat (which starts and argument), feuilly shows up as his landlord with an eviction notice, bossuet comes as a sexy scary clown (which jehan and grantaire have to grumble and agree that it is original) and enjolras doesn't understand the assignment and just shows up like an elf because it was the only costume he has

-anyway, halloween becomes a regular for them. they don't always go over the top and they make it their own. most of them aren't huge on candy, but joly will bake a cake and jehan will bring pastries. enjolras wears his elf get-up every year because "you said a costume, courfeyrac, and this is a costume"

-bahorel loves his friends and he still loves halloween, even if it's different now