#goodbye vanzetti

[good-bye-vanzetti]

Wheels

[mutar-in-lucertola]

Climbing Milestone Mountain, August 22, 1937 BY KENNETH REXROTH

For a month now, wandering over the Sierras,   A poem had been gathering in my mind,   Details of significance and rhythm, The way poems do, but still lacking a focus.   Last night I remembered the date and it all   Began to grow together and take on purpose.   We sat up late while Deneb moved over the zenith   And I told Marie all about Boston, how it looked   That last terrible week, how hundreds stood weeping   Impotent in the streets that last midnight. I told her how those hours changed the lives of thousands, How America was forever a different place   Afterwards for many.                              In the morning We swam in the cold transparent lake, the blue   Damsel flies on all the reeds like millions   Of narrow metallic flowers, and I thought   Of you behind the grille in Dedham, Vanzetti, Saying, “Who would ever have thought we would make this history?” Crossing the brilliant mile-square meadow   Illuminated with asters and cyclamen,   The pollen of the lodgepole pines drifting   With the shifting wind over it and the blue   And sulphur butterflies drifting with the wind,   I saw you in the sour prison light, saying,   “Goodbye comrade.”                           In the basin under the crest Where the pines end and the Sierra primrose begins,   A party of lawyers was shooting at a whiskey bottle.   The bottle stayed on its rock, nobody could hit it. Looking back over the peaks and canyons from the last lake,   The pattern of human beings seemed simpler   Than the diagonals of water and stone.   Climbing the chute, up the melting snow and broken rock, I remembered what you said about Sacco, How it slipped your mind and you demanded it be read into the record. Traversing below the ragged arête, One cheek pressed against the rock The wind slapping the other, I saw you both marching in an army You with the red and black flag, Sacco with the rattlesnake banner. I kicked steps up the last snow bank and came   To the indescribably blue and fragrant Polemonium and the dead sky and the sterile Crystalline granite and final monolith of the summit.   These are the things that will last a long time, Vanzetti, I am glad that once on your day I have stood among them.   Some day mountains will be named after you and Sacco.   They will be here and your name with them, “When these days are but a dim remembering of the time   When man was wolf to man.” I think men will be remembering you a long time   Standing on the mountains Many men, a long time, comrade.

[saevus-brutalis]

— PAIRING PLAYLIST / tagged by @katsigian 🤠✌️ share 6 songs associated with my pairing : Vincent Elijah Vahn & Ragan Ray Vanzetti | ship name: eclipsis solis

‣ Pat Benatar, Hit Me With Your Best ShotWell you're the real tough cookie with a long history / Of breaking little hearts like the one in me / Hit me with your best shot / Fire away / You don't fight fair / But that's okay, see if I care

‣ Måneskin, FOR YOUR LOVEI wanna be the first man you look at tonight / I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild / I wanna be a good man and see you smile / And I wanna swim between your thighs / I wanna fuck you 'til you scream and cry / For your love, I'll do whatever you want

‣ Bon Jovi, You Give Love A Bad Name Darlin', you give love a bad name / You promise me Heaven, then put me through hell / The damage is done / Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye / Whoa, you're a loaded gun

‣ Lana Del Rey, White MustangDidn't call when I got your number / But I liked you a lot / Everybody said you're a killer, but I / Couldn't stop the way I was feelin' / Caught up in my dreams and forgettin' / I've been actin' like armageddon, 'cause you / Held me in your arms just a little too tight / Summer's meant for lovin' and leavin' / I was such a fool for believin' that you / Could change all the ways you've been livin' / But you just couldn't stop

‣ Grover Washington, Jr. and Bill Withers, Just the Two of Us (2079-∞) Just the two of us / We can make it if we try / Good things might come to those who wait / Not for those who wait too late / We gotta go for all we know

‣ ABBA, Our Last Summer (2037-2038) We had our chance / It was a fine and true romance / I can still recall our last summer / I still see it all / Memories that remain / I was so happy we had met / It was the age of no regret /

[historybetweenthepages]

For a month now, wandering over the Sierras,   A poem had been gathering in my mind,   Details of significance and rhythm, The way poems do, but still lacking a focus.   Last night I remembered the date and it all   Began to grow together and take on purpose.    We sat up late while Deneb moved over the zenith   And I told Marie all about Boston, how it looked   That last terrible week, how hundreds stood weeping   Impotent in the streets that last midnight. I told her how those hours changed the lives of thousands, How America was forever a different place   Afterwards for many.                               In the morning We swam in the cold transparent lake, the blue   Damsel flies on all the reeds like millions   Of narrow metallic flowers, and I thought   Of you behind the grille in Dedham, Vanzetti, Saying, “Who would ever have thought we would make this history?” Crossing the brilliant mile-square meadow   Illuminated with asters and cyclamen,   The pollen of the lodgepole pines drifting   With the shifting wind over it and the blue   And sulphur butterflies drifting with the wind,   I saw you in the sour prison light, saying,   “Goodbye comrade.”                            In the basin under the crest Where the pines end and the Sierra primrose begins,   A party of lawyers was shooting at a whiskey bottle.   The bottle stayed on its rock, nobody could hit it. Looking back over the peaks and canyons from the last lake,   The pattern of human beings seemed simpler   Than the diagonals of water and stone.   Climbing the chute, up the melting snow and broken rock, I remembered what you said about Sacco, How it slipped your mind and you demanded it be read into the record. Traversing below the ragged arête, One cheek pressed against the rock The wind slapping the other, I saw you both marching in an army You with the red and black flag, Sacco with the rattlesnake banner. I kicked steps up the last snow bank and came   To the indescribably blue and fragrant Polemonium and the dead sky and the sterile Crystalline granite and final monolith of the summit.   These are the things that will last a long time, Vanzetti, I am glad that once on your day I have stood among them.   Some day mountains will be named after you and Sacco.   They will be here and your name with them, “When these days are but a dim remembering of the time   When man was wolf to man.” I think men will be remembering you a long time   Standing on the mountains Many men, a long time, comrade. 

Kenneth Rexroth - Climbing Milestone Mountain, August 22, 1937

The Collected Shorter Poems, 1966

[poem-today]

A poem by Kenneth Rexroth

Climbing Milestone Mountain, August 22, 1937

For a month now, wandering over the Sierras,   A poem had been gathering in my mind,   Details of significance and rhythm, The way poems do, but still lacking a focus.   Last night I remembered the date and it all   Began to grow together and take on purpose.   We sat up late while Deneb moved over the zenith   And I told Marie all about Boston, how it looked   That last terrible week, how hundreds stood weeping   Impotent in the streets that last midnight. I told her how those hours changed the lives of thousands, How America was forever a different place   Afterwards for many.                              In the morning We swam in the cold transparent lake, the blue   Damsel flies on all the reeds like millions   Of narrow metallic flowers, and I thought   Of you behind the grille in Dedham, Vanzetti, Saying, “Who would ever have thought we would make this history?” Crossing the brilliant mile-square meadow   Illuminated with asters and cyclamen,   The pollen of the lodgepole pines drifting   With the shifting wind over it and the blue   And sulphur butterflies drifting with the wind,   I saw you in the sour prison light, saying,   “Goodbye comrade.”                           In the basin under the crest Where the pines end and the Sierra primrose begins,   A party of lawyers was shooting at a whiskey bottle.   The bottle stayed on its rock, nobody could hit it. Looking back over the peaks and canyons from the last lake,   The pattern of human beings seemed simpler   Than the diagonals of water and stone.   Climbing the chute, up the melting snow and broken rock, I remembered what you said about Sacco, How it slipped your mind and you demanded it be read into the record. Traversing below the ragged arête, One cheek pressed against the rock The wind slapping the other, I saw you both marching in an army You with the red and black flag, Sacco with the rattlesnake banner. I kicked steps up the last snow bank and came   To the indescribably blue and fragrant Polemonium and the dead sky and the sterile Crystalline granite and final monolith of the summit.   These are the things that will last a long time, Vanzetti, I am glad that once on your day I have stood among them.   Some day mountains will be named after you and Sacco.   They will be here and your name with them, “When these days are but a dim remembering of the time   When man was wolf to man.” I think men will be remembering you a long time   Standing on the mountains Many men, a long time, comrade.

Kenneth Rexroth

(1905-1982)

[bobdylan-n-jonimitchell]

Joan Baez “The Ballad of Sacco & Vanzetti, Part 1” Sacco e Vanzetti, 1971.

“Give to me your tired and your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free The wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me

"Blessed are the persecuted And blessed are the pure in heart Blessed are the merciful And blessed are the ones who mourn

The step is hard that tears away the roots And says goodbye to friends and family The fathers and the mothers weep The children cannot comprehend

But when there is a promised land The brave will go and others follow The beauty of the human spirit Is the will to try our dreams

And so the masses teemed across the ocean To a land of peace and hope But no one heard a voice or saw a light As they were tumbled onto shore And none was welcomed by the echo of the phrase "I lift my lamp beside the golden door"

Blessed are the persecuted And blessed are the pure in heart Blessed are the merciful And blessed are the ones who mourn.”

[forsoothsayer]

Climbing Milestone Mountain, August 22, 1937 by Kenneth Rexroth

For a month now, wandering over the Sierras,   A poem had been gathering in my mind,   Details of significance and rhythm, The way poems do, but still lacking a focus.   Last night I remembered the date and it all   Began to grow together and take on purpose.   We sat up late while Deneb moved over the zenith   And I told Marie all about Boston, how it looked   That last terrible week, how hundreds stood weeping   Impotent in the streets that last midnight. I told her how those hours changed the lives of thousands, How America was forever a different place   Afterwards for many.                              In the morning We swam in the cold transparent lake, the blue   Damsel flies on all the reeds like millions   Of narrow metallic flowers, and I thought   Of you behind the grille in Dedham, Vanzetti, Saying, “Who would ever have thought we would make this history?” Crossing the brilliant mile-square meadow   Illuminated with asters and cyclamen,   The pollen of the lodgepole pines drifting   With the shifting wind over it and the blue   And sulphur butterflies drifting with the wind,   I saw you in the sour prison light, saying,   “Goodbye comrade.”                           In the basin under the crest Where the pines end and the Sierra primrose begins,   A party of lawyers was shooting at a whiskey bottle.   The bottle stayed on its rock, nobody could hit it. Looking back over the peaks and canyons from the last lake,   The pattern of human beings seemed simpler   Than the diagonals of water and stone.   Climbing the chute, up the melting snow and broken rock, I remembered what you said about Sacco, How it slipped your mind and you demanded it be read into the record. Traversing below the ragged arête, One cheek pressed against the rock The wind slapping the other, I saw you both marching in an army You with the red and black flag, Sacco with the rattlesnake banner. I kicked steps up the last snow bank and came   To the indescribably blue and fragrant Polemonium and the dead sky and the sterile Crystalline granite and final monolith of the summit.   These are the things that will last a long time, Vanzetti, I am glad that once on your day I have stood among them.   Some day mountains will be named after you and Sacco.   They will be here and your name with them, “When these days are but a dim remembering of the time   When man was wolf to man.” I think men will be remembering you a long time   Standing on the mountains Many men, a long time, comrade.

[hexxeh]

Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti part 1 - Ennio Morricone & Joan Baesz.

Soundtrack to the film ‘Sacco E Vanzetti ‘ 1971

Lyrics:

Give to me your tired and your poor

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me."

Blessed are the persecuted

And blessed are the pure in heart

Blessed are the merciful

And blessed are the ones who mourn

The step is hard that tears away the roots

And says goodbye to friends and family

The fathers and the mothers weep

The children cannot comprehend

But when there is a promised land

The brave will go and others follow

The beauty of the human spirit

Is the will to try our dreams

And so the masses teemed across the ocean

To a land of peace and hope

But no one heard a voice or saw a light

As they were tumbled onto shore

And none was welcomed by the echo of the phrase

"I lift my lamp beside the golden door."

Blessed are the persecuted

And blessed are the pure in heart

Blessed are the merciful

And blessed are the ones who mourn

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sacco_%26_Vanzetti_(1971_film)

[janiedean]

could you recommend me some european films to watch? the genre doesn't matter, and neither does the language. thank you

OH HEI ANON SORRY I forgot to reply to this and then I remembered now that another anon asked for movie recs ops okay I’ll try to be brief

italian: for comedies I love monicelli best (i soliti ignoti and l’armata brancaleone are my faves), fellini’s best is definitely 8 e 1/2 but you should probably see la dolce vita, leone’s movies are the best westerns (all of them) but corbucci’s the great silence is also a gem of a movie and all the neorealism is good tho my faves are rome open city, germany year zero, umberto D and the bicycle thieves. luchino visconti is your go-to for The Most Refined Director In Italian Cinema virtually all his stuff is great. for newer stuff... I like moretti’s movies but they’re not to everyone’s taste, matteo garrone is a v. good director tho not always to my taste but he might be to others, I loved they call me jeeg/lo chiamavano jeeg robot lately ;_; also ozpetek’s movies are fairly nice among the new stuff, and giuliano montaldo is where you should go for old school political movies - sacco and vanzetti is my fave

french: my fave french director is truffaut and I mentioned some movies of his in the post just above this, but I also really love renoir (la grande illusion will forever make me cry and the rules of the game is a gem) and cluzot (the crow is his best), I occasionally like godard as well tho with the nouvelle vague I’m... let’s just say I like truffaut best lol also ROBERT BRESSON GOD I LOVE BRESSON’S MOVIES pickpocket, the trial of jeanne d’arc, au hasard balthazar and the ladies of the Bois de Boulogne are some of my favorite things ;;

german: I could be more well-versed with germans but my uber-fave is wim wenders who I realize is kinda not a popular choice but hey I like whatever he makes iDEK. my fave is der himmel uber berlin along with the american friend, but I also loved buena vista social club, faraway so close (EVERYONE HATES IT IDK WHY I LOVED IT) and million dollar hotel (DITTO) and until the end of the world. I’m told fassbinder is excellent but I haven’t seen enough of his good stuff so I can’t say anything BUT out of recent german cinema I watched, the life of others and goodbye, lenin were really good, along with the downfall. however if you’re cool with silent germans, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE check out murnau, dreyer, lang and lubitsch and their subsequent american movies - murnau’s are all amazing esp nosferatu and the last laugh, with lang my fave german ones are M and metropolis and lubitsch is just.. everything he touched was gold okay, and same for dreyer (my favorite is vampyr but really a+++ stuff everywhere)

if you look here I have recommended a lot of british movies but I’ll leave a friendly reminder to check out my pal ken loach always because he’s the-best-ever, plus branagh if you want good shakespeare adaptations

swedish: I only know ingmar bergman fairly decently but BERGMAN IS A FUCKING AMAZING DIRECTOR so... the place of the strawberries, the seventh sigil and... ugh idk the proper english name but like, the virgin’s fountain or something of the kind are good places to start out

finnish: same as before, the only finnish director I know halfway decently is aki kaurismaki but he’s also a very amazing director. pls check out le havre, the man without a past and the other side of hope

russian: EISENSTEIN GUYS yeah okay I’m always at silent movies but battleship potemkin, strike and october are excellent ways to start out

aaand like my knowledge of spanish/portoguese classics is absolutely shit past luis bunuel but bunuel is an amazing fucking great director so anything of his you wanna watch is amazing. for the british/english language pls check out the other post. 

anyway, my only advice is avoid von trier and his pals because i’ve never seen such pretentious movies in my entire life :P

[thetruthofyourdespair-blog]

Room 27- a Royai Fic

A gift for @queenxolivier which was inspired by my drawing of fabulous Riza holding a gun while in a beautiful dress. Enjoy!! <3

• • • • • • • • • •

The annual State military ball. It was the same every year: champagne, speeches, music, dancing, chatting. Yet Riza found herself there on the same night every year to soak up the glowing atmosphere.

She opted to wear a stunning black split leg dress (partly on Rebecca’s suggestion) and matched it with heels of the same height- not too high, of course, otherwise they’d be unsuitable- and a golden necklace and earrings that she adored. And Riza Hawkeye wasn’t one to fawn over such vanity that came with wearing jewellery.

Nevertheless, she looked stunning.

“I told you it was the perfect dress, did I not?” Rebecca boasted with a smile of pride. She, too, looked gorgeous in a flowing scarlet-red dress with silver earrings to top it off.

Both women and Jean Havoc (now finally and officially Rebecca’s boyfriend) were stood amongst the crowd who were diving into the bubbles on offer. They’d grabbed glasses of champagne while they could, even though Riza decided to leave the drinks until later.

“I’ve gotta say that this State ball is the best one yet,” added Rebecca a while later.

“What makes you say that?” Asked Riza.

“I don’t know. Just the beauty of it all, I suppose. You know, there’s no need to work and we can all relax for one night!”

“Yeah, and we certainly need it,” Jean agreed, taking a sip at the champagne and screwing his face up in disgust. “Although the alcoholic beverages aren’t that good.”

“Oh, Jean. That’s because your taste buds have been destroyed by those cancer sticks you keep inhaling,” said Rebecca. “That, and the fact that you are simply just too weak to handle such an easy drink.”

“Hey! That’s not true!” Cried Jean with a frown. Riza laughed, saying: “you know, Havoc, she’s got a point.”

“Aw man,” he sighed exasperatedly. “Can’t I ever win when it comes to the ladies?”

“No,” replied Riza and Rebecca simultaneously. This just caused them to laugh more at the poor soldier, who decided to carry on drinking the champagne anyway (just to prove that he wasn’t weak).

While Jean was being the entertainment for the night, the newly-appointed General Mustang was surrounded by several other senior generals and the Führer himself.

Grumman had gone to great lengths to ensure that this year’s ball- the first of many for him- was extravagant. And he certainly didn’t disappoint. He also made an excellent show in telling jokes and anecdotes to his small group of subordinates.

Roy stood tall and proud, listening intently to what the other generals had to say on new laws and legislations. He smiled at their frequent jokes with fulfilment, knowing he’d gone through Hell to be be where he was now. He owed this night to a lot of people.

Soon, however, the generals began to disperse into the ocean of tuxedos and ballgowns. He was left with an ever-content Grumman who adjusted the cap on his head with a knowing grin.

“I never asked you, Mustang,” he began. “But what do you think of the State ball this year?”

“It’s magnificent, sir,” Roy responded earnestly. “The decorations are probably the best.”

“Hmm. I’m glad you think so.”

“Did you choose them?”

“No,” Grumman chuckled. “I wish I was as creative as my granddaughter, but it must the trait have skipped my genes!”

Roy raised an eyebrow. “You mean Captain Hawkeye chose them?”

“Indeed,” he said with a nod. Then a pause, followed by a serious glance coming from the older man’s dark and mischievous eyes. “When are you going to marry her, Mustang?”

“I’m sure you know as well as I do that there are fraternisation laws, sir,” Roy answered without letting his cheeks stain pink with embarrassment. “It’s impossible.”

Grumman grinned. “I’m sure I can make a few changes…”

“And I’m sure that it’ll be seen as favouritism. The other officers won’t even have to guess twice at why the law changed.

"Well, the rumours I hear are quite… Interesting.”

Roy’s eyes widened, which didn’t go unnoticed.

The Führer guffawed, patting Roy on the shoulder. “I’m just kidding, my boy, but you’ll have to excuse me for the time being; I have to find Major General Keller and speak with him about a matter.”

The glance that Grumman gave Roy as he departed into the crowd was one that said ‘please consider the offer on marrying my granddaughter or I’ll have to kill you’. Despite acting like a young boy sometime, Führer Grumman was rather intimidating. Roy knew him better than to decide that the older man was joking because he certainly wasn’t.

When he’s left, Roy straightened out his jacket and swiftly made his way over the quietest corner of the room. Breda and Fuery were making idle chitchat, yet silenced themselves when the superior approached.

“Any news from Falman?” Roy questioned.

“Yes, sir,” answered Breda. “He informed us that Vanzetti arrived in the hotel just five minutes ago.”

“Great. And has he got tabs on him?”

“Yes, sir,” came the same reply.

Tonight wasn’t all about celebrations. It was about continuing to bring down the criminal underworld that lurked under Central City. Vanzetti- an infamous arms dealer- had come to Central for several meeting with clients and was currently at a nearby hotel. Roy and his team were incredibly close to catching the bastard, but he was sliding through their fingers, and if he wasn’t caught tonight then things would be an utter wreck.

They needed help from a certain sharpshooter.

Roy left Breda and Fuery, pushing his way past everyone and scanning he room as he did so. He had the sudden impulse to pick up a glass of champagne and down it before continuing, yet he knew that even the smallest glass would butch up the mission.

Eventually, he spotted Riza. She was still stood with Havoc and Rebecca, laughing and smiling (with bright red painted lips) and talking.

Roy tried hard not to gawk at her radiating beauty and quickly proceeded towards her, the thought of successfully capturing Vanzetti lingering on his mind.

He failed to noticed the excited Rebecca shoot her friend a look of delight at the sight of the General.

“Evening, sir,” Havoc piped up with small nod.

“Evening, Havoc,” Roy smiled. “And to you, Rebecca.”

Rebecca hummed in acknowledgement. “And I suppose you’re here to steal Riza and whisk her away?”

“Pretty much,” he answered, turning to Riza. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, sir,” she uttered, placing her almost-empty glass of champagne down onto a nearby table. She bid her goodbyes to Rebeca and Havoc, the former instantly beginning to matter away as Roy led Riza onto the dance floor.

“And a very good evening to you, Captain,” he said, offering her his hand as a gesture to dance with him.

Riza, of course, accepted. She placed on hand in his own and the other on his shoulder. She shivered slightly when she felt Roy’s other hand rest itself upon her waist. They began to dance to the slow classical music that was being played by the orchestra, who seated at the front of the room. Just like the good old days.

“Likewise, General,” she replied with a curt nod.

“You look marvellous in that dress,” he admitted suavely. If not now, when? Right?

“T-Thank you. You look pretty good yourself, sir. You should wear tailcoats more often.”

“You think so?”

Riza nodded.

“Anything for you, Captain.”

She rolled her eyes, a smile tugging on the corner of her lips. “And what is it that you want from me, sir?”

“What makes you think I want something from you?”

“That look in your eyes,” replied Riza, staring right into them and noticing the glint that followed. “It’s important, isn’t it?”

To the melody of the music, Roy- the rest of the men dancing- spun their partners around. Riza twirled elegantly, her bottom half of her dress flouncing in the air behind her. She was quite hypnotic and Roy found it difficult to focus on anything but her.

Oh, how he wanted her. He wanted to immediately accept Führer Grumman’s proposal and marry her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her- the woman who stood by his side since they were teenagers- but perhaps Riza felt indifferent. Hopefully not.

When she returned to having her hand placed on Roy’s shoulder, he finally answered.

“There’s a man- Georgio Vanzetti- who’s staying at the Royal Amestris hotel tonight. He’s there now, and Falman’s keeping an eye on him. I need your help to apprehended him.”

“And who exactly is this Vanzetti?”

“Central City’s most notorious crime syndicate leader and weapons dealer,” Roy elaborated. “He needs brining to justice and we can’t do it without you, Captain.”

Riza smirked. “I’m glad to know that I’m wanted in a time of great need. Isn’t just a coincidence, General, that I brought my gun?”

Roy let out a low laugh, clearly impressed by her preparation skills. “You’re brilliant.”

“Thank you, sir.”

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Roy and Riza soon exited the ball, making sure that nobody noticed that they’d left. They walked down the street, and thankfully it was quiet tonight. It was a warm night with a clear sky, which was splattered with stars.

The Royal Amestris hotel was only for people with hefty wages. Its lobby had a marble floor, a fountain, walls lined with artwork and ornaments, and Riza was rather stunned by it all.

“Vanzetti is staying in Room 27, second floor,” Roy told her. “He apparently armed and has two of his bodyguards with him, one inside the ion and one outside.”

“And all I have to do is take out the bodyguards and apprehend Vanzetti?” She asked to be sure.

He nodded. “I’ll have back up here within ten to fifteen minutes; that should be sufficient enough, yes?”

“Yes, sir. And what about you?”

“I’ll come back for you. I have to get Breda and Fuery first, and inform Havoc of the progress.”

“Okay,” mumbled Riza, standing up a little straighter.

“Good luck, Captain. You’ll be fine.”

She turned and advanced towards the staircase, Roy’s final words echoing in her mind.

Her heels clicked loudly against the marble floor and she wanted to silence them, yet had no choice but to carry on regardless, concentrating on the matter in hand.

Take out the guards. Apprehend Vanzetti, she though to herself. That was easy enough. Riza was used to dealing with more difficult situations in the past and this wasn’t going to faze her.

When she got to the second floor, she passed a couple, who were also dressed in their best outfits. They smiled at her and she smiled in return. Her expression then flattened out as she neared the end of the first section of the hallway.

Riza halted where the hallway veered to the right. She drew the gun that was strapped to the holster on her concealed thigh, gripping it firmly. For the moment, she was hidden by the shadows, but soon she’d have to advance down the corridor in the exposing light. Riza was also thankful that she made the smart decision to wear her comfortable and sensible heels that would allow her to walk at a good pace with steadiness.

She peered around the corner. Room 24… Room 25… Room 26… Room 27. The latter was where she needed to go. Room 27 hid Central City’s most notorious crime syndicate leader and arms dealer: Georgio Vanzetti. A formidable man on paper, but there was no doubt he’d be even more so in person.

Riza swallowed hard. She felt her heart thumping inside her chest. No. She couldn’t let her nerves get in the way. Not now.

Then she noticed the burly, dark-haired man stood in front of the door. His arms were crossed, showing off the strength in his muscles. He was clad in a black suit and his almost-black eyes were fixated on a particular spot on the opposite wall, but they occasionally flickered elsewhere.

How on earth was she supposed to get around him? How was she supposed to get close enough to do sufficient damage? If only she had the General’s assistance…

Deciding it would be better to hide her gun for now, Riza placed it back into the holster and made sure her dress was smoothed over it and that her appearance was immaculate before stepping out of the shadows and strolling at a slow pace down the corridor. She wore a concerned expression on her face as she approached the burly man.

“Erm… Excuse me, sir,” she began, her voice slighter higher pitched than normal. She hated false pretence, but it was something she’d have to deal with for now.“

"Are you alright, ma'am?” He asked.

Unusually nice manners for a criminal, Riza scowled inwardly.

“I’ve lost my… I’ve lost my room key,” she replied. “I came down here earlier and thought I’d retrace my steps to find it. You haven’t seen it have you?”

“I don’t recall seeing any room key, ma'am,” the man said with a shrug. “Sorry.”

“Shame,” she said, copying his shrug. In a split second, Riza pulled her gun out again and squeezed her finger against the trigger, sending a bullet towards the man’s chest. He grunted and growled before falling to the floor in a muscular heap.

She reloaded her gun and pressed her back against the wall on the other side of the doorway. There was the sound of muffled heavy footsteps and the rapid opening of the door to Room 27. Another man of the same clothes, yet of a skinnier build and lighter hair, appeared. He looked down on his dead friend before glancing down the left side of the corridor and then to the right. But he barely got the chance before Riza shot him too. His body crumpled next to the burly man’s and she trod carefully over them, avoiding the blood that was spilling onto the carpeted floor.

Room 27 was an mysterious place. It was darkened, the doors to the balcony were opened and the curtains were dancing in the night breeze, a fire was burning, which added more warmth to the evening. But where was Vanzetti?

“You insult me, intruder. Such a fine shot shouldn’t have made such a mess of her kill.”

Never mind. He was here.

Georgio Vanzetti was sat in large armchair by the back wall of the room, behind Riza. He was around sixty years old with greying hair, a thick moustache and narrow blue eyes that were like knives stabbing into Riza’s delicate skin.

“What does it matter? Either way they up dead,” she responded confidently, reloading her gun again and aiming it steadily at Vanzetti.

Vanzetti laughed. “Wonderful! I can offer you a job simply based on your marksmanship and wit, my dear.”

“Thanks, but not thanks. And don’t call me 'dear’, it’s patronising.”

The old man frowned. “I tried.”

He rose from his seat and took a few paces forward, his gait short and his balance that wasn’t too good.

“Now, be continued. "I’m guessing your with be military. They’ve been keeping tabs on me. I noticed one of yours- the grey-haired one- as I came in the hotel. See? I’m not that stupid.”

“Nobody ever said you were,” Riza said bitterly. She wanted to kill him too, but she had been specifically ordered to apprehend, not kill.

Despite the old man’s minor hobble, Vanzetti moved quick. He almost knocked Riza over, but she regained herself and nimbly swerved away.

“You’re good considering you’re wearing heels,” he commented slyly.

“They’ve never stopped me before,” she retorted, kicking the bend in the back of Vanzetti’s leg. He toppled to the floor with a cry, then turning on his back. A pistol had been whipped out from his pocket, he cocked it in the meantime and stared at Riza with evil eyes.

“You thought I’d be an easy target, didn’t you, my dear?” He sneered. “I think you’ll be joining my bodyguards over there.”

She kept quiet, her hands still tight on her gun. She felt her finger itching to pull the trigger, but resisted the urge.

It didn’t matter, though. Somehow, a bullet was always going to end up piercing Vanzetti’s skin. He dropped his gun with a 'clang’ when blood spurted from the back of his hand. The pain was electrifying.

Riza ran to kick the weapon away, her own still aimed on the older man.

“Captain, are you okay?”

Havoc jogged up to her. He injured Vanzetti and it just about saved her life.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered, listening to the dull moans escaping Vanzetti’s lips as he writhed against the agony in his hand.

Three MPs entered the room not long after Havoc, they arrested the criminal mastermind and shifted the bodies of his bodyguards. What a lot of use they were.

Roy entered Room 27, panting and red in the face. He’d ran as fast as he could from the State ball to the hotel when he heard that Vanzetti had been arrested.

“Mission complete, sir,” Riza affirmed with a salute and a smile when she saw him.

Relieved, he breathed out. “I’m just glad you’re not hurt.”

“Me too,” she laughed nervously. Riza was pleased that this was all over in such a short amount of time. She could finally go home and rest, or return the the ball. Probably the latter; Rebecca would be wondering where she was.

Now it was just Roy and Riza inside Room 27, along with a large amount of blood, a cosy fire, and the night air that floated in from outside.

Riza sighed exhaustedly, placing her gun back into the holster and sending a glance to Roy. “Are you alright, sir? You’re staring.”

“My queen deserves the attention, does she not?” He said, walking towards her. “Especially after putting her life on the line.”

“Just another day at the office… My king,” she replied, accepting Roy’s warm embrace. His arms snaked around her waist and he buried his face into the crook of Riza’s neck.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. “Amestris is in debt to you.”

“Now, don’t be silly.”

“I’m serious,” he muttered. “The most wanted criminal in the country has been arrested all thanks to you.”

Riza smiled, satisfied with her day’s work. She was glad to be of service to her country, but of course, it was lol part of the job description.

Roy pressed soft kisses where his face was buried. Riza shivered under his touch; every time he brushed her it was a cold reminder of the laws that hung over them and the burning love that they shared.

He moved up her neck and before he got chance to kiss Riza’s lips, she pressed a finger to his own.

“Later, okay?” She whispered, a faint smile appearing in her faded-red lips.

“Okay,” Roy agreed reluctantly.

One of his arms was still wrapped around her waist as they left they hotel. She needed such comfort after completing something so dangerous.

“Do you think Rebecca will catch on to us?” She asked him as they re-entered the ball, the sea of people still refusing to die down.

“Captain, I think she already has,” came the mirthful reply.

“Let’s not make it too obvious then,” Riza added, moving in such as way that her arm was now linked with Roy’s.

They exchanged a glance: one of happiness, knowingness, and sparked energy. Later, they’d finally get what they had both wanted for years- passionate kisses, fiery touches, and a whole lifetime of suppressed love.

After all, what happens in Room 27, stays in Room 27…

[good-bye-vanzetti]

Which song girl would you rather say hello to? Delilah, or Jude?

[talhaghafoor2019-blog]

Ennio Morricone, 60 Years Of Music - Music News | Music-News.com

Ennio Morricone, 60 Years Of Music

Emotions are never far from the surface when Ennio Morricone is in town. As I recall on his last trip to the O2 I was crying in under three minutes, impressive even for an old romantic cry baby like me. Then ‘Deborah’s theme’ from Once Upon A Time In America was the key that saw the gates open, this time it was the gentle harp from 'The Legend of 1900' that started things rolling. Tonight we also knew that this would be farewell to our friend 'Ennio', a man that has stood like a collossus through some of the most loved and emotional journeys of our lives. It has been the warmth, love and passion he shared in his many scores along with those visual cinematic masterpieces that have endeared him so poignantly to so many. All in black seated in front of the Czech National Symphony Orchestra and the Crouch End Festival Chorus, Ennio looked relaxed, comfortable and in control. The following pieces 'Chi Mai' (from the film Maddalena), 'H2S', 'Uno che Grida Amore' (from the film Metti, Una Sera a Cena), 'Once Upon a Time in America', 'Baaria' and 'Tarantella' showcasing his versatility with every corner of the orchestra coming to the fore in dramatic fashion. Two screens showed no cinematic images but the masterful orchestra blending one classic to the next as tonight's musical tapestry was delicately woven. The Sergio Leonie moments included 'The Man with the Harmonica' (from the film Once Upon a Time in the West), 'The Fortress' (from the film The Good, the Bad and the Ugly), 'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly' and 'The Ecstacy of Gold' from the same film with outstanding soprano Susanna Rigacci providing the goosebumps of the night. Part two kicked off with 'Last Stage to Red Rock' from The Hateful Eight then going on to showcase many celebrated works but my stand out moments came with the final works of 'Cinema Paradiso', a return to 'The Ecstasy Of Gold' and the curtain closer 'Abolisson' (From "Queimada"). Adio 'Ennio' cried one as the O2 stood and clapped in unison to arguably the best film composer ever. A fitting all-encompassing musical celebration to a truly magnificent career. His music will endure for countless generations to come, and I for one will be proud to say I was here to say goodbye to a living legend. Setlist: Part One The Legend of 1900 Scattered Sheets Chi Mai (from the film Maddalena) H2S (from the film H2S) Uno che Grida Amore (from the film Metti, Una Sera a Cena) Once Upon a Time in America (from the film Once Upon a Time in America) Baaria (from the film Baaria) Tarantella (from the film Allonsanfán) Nostromo Soprano: Susanna Rigacci Nostromo Tropical Variation Silver of the Mine The Modernity of the Myth in Sergio Leone’s Cinema The Man with the Harmonica (from the film Once Upon a Time in the West) The Fortress (from the film The Good, the Bad and the Ugly) The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (from the film The Good, the Bad and the Ugly) The Ecstacy of Gold (from the film The Good, the Bad and the Ugly) Part Two The Hateful Eight Last Stage to Red Rock Social Cinema Vocal soloist: Dulce Pontes La Luz Prodigiosa (from the film The End of a Mystery) The Battle of Algiers (from the film The Battle of Algiers) Sacco e Vanzetti (from the film Sacco e Vanzetti) Investigation of a Citizen Above Suspicion (from the film Investigation of a Citizen Above Suspicion) Sostiene Pereira (from the film Sostiene Pereira) The Working Class goes to Heaven (from the film The Working Class goes to Heaven) Casualties of War (from the film Casualties of War) Aboliçao (from the film Burn!) The Mission Gabriel’s Oboe Falls On Earth as it is in Heaven Cinema Paradiso The Ecstasy Of Gold Abolisson (From "Queimada")

A final tribute to the maestro of cinema. #EnnioMorricone gives his farewell show @TheO2 in style. Full review now live on https://t.co/cGbkkwFHAS #maestroEnnioMorricone @mEnnioMorricone https://t.co/mZipfZXZHq pic.twitter.com/xxb598YkWL— Music-News.com (@MusicNewsWeb) November 27, 2018

A final tribute to the maestro of cinema. #EnnioMorricone gives his farewell show @TheO2 in style. Full review now live on https://t.co/cGbkkwFHAS #maestroEnnioMorricone @mEnnioMorricone https://t.co/mZipfZXZHq pic.twitter.com/xxb598YkWL— Music-News.com (@MusicNewsWeb) November 27, 2018

[noisemx]

New Mx Cd Update #4 (of 4)

-----Mx #86: Backwoods Midas----- (#1-23, 1:19:01) 01. Christy Moore "Sacco & Vanzetti" (3:05) 02. Guantanamo Baywatch "Boy Like Me" (2:31) 03. DJ Q-Bert "Back Suspension (w Kool Keith)" (3:35) 04. Panopticon "Bodies Under the Falls" (10:25) 05. Hinds "Chili Town" (3:18) 06. Kuroma "In New York Everything is Tropical (Francis and the Lights Remx)" (2:52) 07. Grand Buffet "Outside" (3:30) 08. Shee "Vandy Vandy" (3:53) 09. Murder City Devils "Cruelty Abounds" (2:52) 10. Hudson Mohawke "Amethyst" (3:38) 11. Radiohead "Burn the Witch" (3:40) 12. Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson "Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys" (2:34) 13. AFI "Sacrifice Theory" (1:58) 14. Tapes 'n Tapes "One in the World" (2:49) 15. Philistines Jr. "The Bus Stop Song" (1:57) 16. Youngblood Hawke "Stars (Hold On)" (3:41) 17. Solid Gold "Matter of Time (Tanlines Remx)" (3:16) 18. Lando Chill "Coroner" (4:14) 19. April March "Chick Habit" (2:07) 20. Otis Redding "I've Got Dreams to Remember" (3:15) 21. Vinnie Paz "Keep Movin' on (w Shara Worden)" (4:28) 22. Jeniger "Lethargie" (2:28) 23. Eulogies "How to Say Goodbye" (2:45)

[good-bye-vanzetti]

Snapchat??

Help my snap chat ai sent me these gifs wtf does that mean!??

[good-bye-vanzetti]

Since I’m probably gonna do some flower arrangements for FFA, might as well post some flowers I picked at my school’s outdoor area.

[good-bye-vanzetti]

More flowers should be orange. Just look at this one!