#m; Saint

[tmuses]

"I thought I would be something."

Saint was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes by the time he was on the highway speeding to Lexi's apartment. The panic in her voice had jolted him awake-- that visceral fear was one he'd heard before. It hadn't seemed like she was in immediate danger, but he didn't want to risk leaving her alone any longer than needed. When he saw the state of her home, he was glad he'd moved with as much urgency as he had. He closed the door behind him, glass crunching beneath his shoes as he tried to block the doorway with his body. Lexi's eyes were puffy, and her nose was red, an obvious sign she'd been crying, and he couldn't blame her. Saint stood there quietly, watching as Lexi picked over what little was left of her belongings. Though they hadn't taken much in the break-in, most of it was damaged beyond repair. On the surface, she appeared calm and collected, but sadness and fear permeated through her as she gingerly moved through the clutter. He wanted to push her to move faster, but he knew what it felt like to sift through the shattered remains of your life, at least metaphorically. "Lexi," he attempted softly, "I think you should pack the important shit, whatever you need and whatever you don't want to leave behind." He didn't know what the odds were of someone coming back, but he did know she'd be safer out of the apartment than she would be in it. Lexi nodded softly, using the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe her nose before pushing herself up to her feet. She moved throughout the space faster now, shoving things inside of a backpack while he looked through the peephole in her apartment door. Lexi reached out to grab a picture frame from the floor, pausing when she flipped it over and saw the photo inside of the frame. He could see her hands begin to tremble, brows knitting together as tears welled up in her eyes. Saint felt a pang of sadness for her, but he wasn't sure what to say or how to help. Lexi wandered over to the couch and sat down, her thumb gliding over the picture delicately. From over her shoulder, he could see it was a photo of her, younger, certainly, and presumably with her family. He could hear soft sniffles, and though he knew he should stay by the door, he couldn't help but walk over to comfort her. He knelt in front of her, careful not to put any of his weight on the glass and other debris. "Hey, Lexi, it's going to be okay," he offered softly, placing his hand over top of hers. Lexi licked her lips and pulled the lower one in between her teeth to chew on it. She nodded, taking his words to heart, though a few tears slipped past her lashes to roll down her cheeks. "It's just…I thought I would be something…be someone," she responded defeatedly. His heart broke for her, the same way it did for all the girls at the club. They were so hard on themselves, needlessly, and for what? "Don't say that. Just because it's not the life you thought you were going to have doesn't mean you haven't made something of yourself. Don't diminish yourself like that," he replied firmly, giving her hand a squeeze.

[russellius]

2024 SINGAPORE GP : pre-race

[theriverbeyond]

imagine being god's childhood best friend, and never swaying in your devotion even after he got blacklisted worldwide/ turned a bunch of farm animals inside out/ started a cult, and willingly carrying a nuke for him because he trusted your resolve more than he trusted his own, only to get 3rd place amongst his ranked sluts. imagine

[womansfilm]

Eva Marie Saint (BOTD July 4, 1924) at a press conference for the release of North by Northwest, 1959 via Hearst Newsreels

[blue-ravens]

[aemulatorizrafel]

My piece for the @dotzines pris-M-agic zine! I honestly designed her specifically for this zine because I wanted to do a strawberry magical girl but didn't already have one made. Enjoy! I hope you check out the full zine it's free and also very pretty~

Happy International Friendship Day!

[paigeyssims2004]

Sketch dump #1 Ships

Had a lot of fun drawing this, would do this again

don't ask why Vergil's here

[green-ajah]

The Boondock Saints (1999)

[karrova]

Giovanni Andrea Sirani

Saint Agnes

[soracities]

Hala Alyan, from "Interactive :: House Saints"

[tmuses]

"Wonderful! The more, the merrier."

The first rays of the morning sun began to stream through the club windows, signaling just how long they'd been sitting at the bar top. They'd long since closed the doors to customers, but none were all too eager to head home themselves. With Christmas in a few days, the club had stayed open far later than usual to accommodate the flood of customers feeling lonely. Saint, among a few of the others, had stayed after for drinks and a riveting discussion of how much their lives sucked. For many of the girls, the holidays served as a reminder of what they'd had to give up when they chose to pursue this lifestyle. Some still met with their parents for eggnog and presents, but many of them were returning to an empty home and no one to celebrate with. Unfortunately, his situation wasn't all that different.

Saint brought his glass of whiskey to his lips, swallowing the rest of it down in one easy gulp. He knew he needed to be heading out, but a part of him was dreading going back to his apartment. He hadn't spoken with Maria in a week and a half, and from what little conversation they did have, it was obvious he wouldn't be seeing her or their daughter over the holidays. His ex-wife had done her best to write him out of their lives, entirely despite his desperation to remain in it. Sometimes, he wondered if it had been worth it and if he'd make the same choices had he been given the option to do differently. The answer was unequivocally yes, but it didn't make the sting of losing his wife and daughter any easier. This was his first Christmas out of prison, and he hadn't even bothered to buy a Christmas tree for his apartment, let alone make plans.

He'd asked Maria if he could at least bring the presents he'd gotten by the house, but she'd told him no. He'd had to settle for sending it in the mail, and honestly, he half expected the packages to end up back on his doorstep. With a subtle sigh, he grabbed the bottle and refilled his glass. He was about to set the bottle back down on the counter when he realized he hadn't offered any to Babydoll. Kitty and Xiomara had left the moment they locked the doors, but Cherry, Babydoll, and a couple of the other girls had stayed after. Most of them had cleared out, but Babydoll was still there, slowly sipping away. She was uncharacteristically quiet tonight, and Saint couldn't discern if it was because of her or him.

It was pretty evident that Saint was having a rough time. He was always quiet, more of an observer than anything, but he was at least friendly. Throughout the week, he'd been agitated, quick to anger, and downright aggressive with the handsy customers. Babydoll hadn't been herself either, however. On stage, she acted the same as she always did, but when the lights went down, he could see that faux happiness faded, even if it was for just a moment.

He twisted ever so slightly to face her, offering the bottle though she quickly shook her head in response. He set it back down on the bar top and brought the now full glass to his lips to take another swig. He could hear Babydoll clearing her throat, now interested in getting his attention. He turned to face her once more, brows raised as he waited patiently for her to say something. "So," she offered with a nod, "do you have any plans for Christmas?" He almost laughed at how timely the question was, but the sobering mood of the room wouldn't allow it. "You a mind reader or something?" He mused playfully. That brought a smile to her lips, her energy already rising. "What?" She asked excitedly, "No, i'm not, I swear!" Where you thinking about Christmas?"

Saint finished off his glass again, this time pushing it towards the back of the counter so he wouldn't be tempted to pour another. "Yeah," he sighed with a nod, "I don't have plans--To answer your question." Her brows knit together, lips forming a pout, "None?" Her question brought an uncomfortable silence as he thought about how much he wanted to share with her. It wouldn't be fair to bring her down any more than he already was. His lips pulled together into a tight smile before finally replying, "No. Not this year." The tone of his voice was enough to prevent Babydoll from asking anything else. "Well," she started, clearly thinking over her words, "Kitty has a get together every year. It's a bunch of the girls from the club, and we open presents with Q, and it's super fun. You can come, if you want to? I doubt she'd mind." She gave him an eager nod and a smile as she awaited his answer. "Uh...sure, I'll think about it," he offered with a slight shrug. "Wonderful!" she exclaimed, bringing her hands together, "The more the merrier!"

[russellius]

2024 MIAMI GP : pre-sprint | © Sam Bloxham

[plebeiangoth]

Nevermind the shitty print job and the label not sticking right, but this is what I did with the votive candle I bought from Family Dollar four years ago with the intention of making a "saint candle"

I evicted Jesus from his own portrait for this background. Yes my GIMP skills leave something to be desired.

FYI Avery shipping labels don't work well with laser printers, the toner smears right off. I had to laminate the label in order to preserve it, thus the wrinkling.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

EVERYBODY BEHOLD THE CUTEST BOY E V E R OMG I SQUEALED, BABY MAN!!!!! NEW CYBIRD ART OF THE SILLY DROPPED THIS MORNING FOR HIS BIRTHDAY:

Link to the original post below!

[st-dionysus]

People will say some fascinating shit about me, like, it's bewildering to observe the game of telephone that's been played over the past three years. A major game of one truth and twenty lies per every post.

[garadinervi]

Donald Judd, Untitled, (clear anodized aluminum and blue plexiglas; four units), 1969 [MoMA, New York, NY. Saint Louis Art Museum, St. Louis, MO. © Judd Foundation / ARS, New York]

Exhibition: Judd, MoMA, New York, NY, March 1, 2020 – January 9, 2021

From Saint Louis Art Museum, St. Louis, MO