#paradise city show

[treble-maker1212]

More artwork from the Relentless comic book

[motley-cunt]

Paradise burnout and puppy faces

[astralprisms]

You can't take these two anywhere

[nellarw95]

Happy Birthday Fairuza 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

Fairuza Michelle Balk

May 21,1974

Buon Compleanno 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

21 Maggio 1974

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

The worst part about listening to the Paradise City/American Satan soundtrack is that it makes me want to rewatch Paradise City. And if I do that, I'm gonna wanna write fic.

And... I just can't write fic for that right now.

[sheikh-n-bake2]

Drag show

[cheezyharu]

Pokeddexy 2023 | day 22: Fave Tera Type

I love ghost Tera Type a lot! I don't even know why, I just like the vibes????

[thanatoseyes]

Theory: Satan is targeting John Faust because he lost a bet with Mephistopheles.

[jessajaguar]

Is it a Bird of Paradise? Is it a Jade Split? No, it's JESSA JAGUAR 🤣

LOVE all the pictures and videos captured by @AustinZeli and I can't wait to share more! I had an incredible time performing with the @YborCitySirens in the Horrorlesque: Kick Off to Halloween show 👻

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO CAME OUT!!! YOUR SUPPORT MEANS EVERYTHING!!! I TRULY MEAN IT!!! THAT'S WHY IT'S IN ALL CAPS!!! I PROMISE I'M NOT YELLING!!! I'M JUST NOT GREAT WITH PUTTING EMOTIONS INTO WORDS SO I'M TRYING TO APPROPRIATELY CONVEY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL!!! *HUGS*

[fontainebleau22]

It’s been a hard time recently, but at least I have a Magnificent Seven Valerian and the City of A Thousand Planets AU in which Faraday gambles himself into slavery and ends up being owned by Vasquez to preoccupy me.

[scrumptious-finicky-illusion]

Gotta say that there are parts of California that feel like that. Where I've seen them most is where there was some sort of disaster where much of the town was destroyed at the same time, so we got these little enclaves of movie-set looking areas in place of whatever grimy old buildings had been there before. Santa Cruz after the earthquake, Avila after the oil remediation, Irvine Spectrum as it was always intended to be.

Rewatching Truman Show for the first time in a long time, and the detail that’s stuck with me this time is the set design.

The characters drive modern cars and hock modern products, but it’s all presented with a veneer of 1950s wholesome applecheeked Americana. Truman’s life is presented as an escape for the audience from the drudgery of the modern day, and the aesthetic they’ve chosen for this is the post-war economic boom. This is the simple time, the movie says. This is the good time. Doesn’t the modern day suck? Let’s go back and see our friends from the days when life was good.

And it’s a lie. Truman’s life is a lie, and the image of white picket fenced suburbia they’ve presented is a lie. It’s an elaborate construction to recreate a false memory that’s comfortable for advertisers. The movie is a satire, but it’s also a very blatant statement against the nostalgia for a golden age which never existed. It’s a lie. It doesn’t exist.

I don’t know. I’m spitballing. I’m biased because I despise mid-20th century Americana and I naturally treat it with hostility, but it’s very gratifying to see a movie kind of agree with me.

[treble-maker1212]

How I would've handled American Satan and Paradise City if I was in charge: a not so short, incomplete list.

Have some build up to Johnny's addiction cause weed to HEROIN is wild😭

Make it clear that Lily is bi and lied about being a lesbian to get in the band because "iTs iMpLiEd" isn't good enough for me

Show the build up of the attraction between Johnny and Lily. They showed some but I want moreeeeee

Either change Johnny and Lily's first sex scene completely or ACTUALLY ACKNOWLEDGE IT WAS ASSAULT

Like seriously, Johnny's spiral would've made so much more sense if it was written as him unable to cope with the trauma, gaslighting and victim blaming. And him turning to Lily because in his own warped justification, she is the only one who "cares"

More stuff with mama Faust's cancer cause they flew by that shit.

More supernatural stuff in the show or none at all. The middle ground bs was confusing for even people who watched the movie

MORE VIC RELIGIOUS TRAUMA

More about the Mavens and a lot more about Sheva because her character was so interesting????

More of a note for the fans but STOP ACTING LIKE GRETCHEN WAS A BAD PERSON FOR MAKING JOHNNY GO TO COUPLES COUNSELING???

More honest conversations with Gretchen and Johnny about their relationship

Not kicking Lily out of the band because that shit was stupid and made things worse

Having Lily and Johnny actually work through things

Maybe have Lily come to a counseling session

Lily needed therapy jfc

If we go with the assault angle then maybe have her realize that it was assault(it feels like she either was too high to realize what she had done, or rationalized to where it was still "her fault" but it was consensual

More interaction with Johnny and Vivian

More dad Faust

ACTUALLY TELL GRETCHEN ABOUT FAITH JFC

Character development for Johnny pls. It kept going back and forth and it was like Ash couldn't decide if he wanted Johnny to be a good person or not

MORE STUFF ABOUT JOHNNY'S SOBRIETY!!!!!

I want to see Johnny struggling, maybe even see him almost relapse.

More studio stuff, and pls for the love of God make it more realistic

LOSE THE SHITTY ACCENT, ASH. THAT WAS CRINGE

More sex

No freezing jizz cause first of all that kills the sperm so wtf you gonna do with it??? And secondly tf were they gonna use it for in the first place????

More Vic stuff

#biVic

We know Vic is in love with Johnny, acknowledge it

It would be so messyyyyyyyy

A flashback to Vic kissing Johnny while Johnny was high so he remembers it, but Johnny doesn't so tension

MAKE VIC AND SHEVA A THING

PLS

Tbh do more with the Simon storyline cause that felt lackluster

[sayruq]

Close to four months since the conflict between Israel and the Islamist group Hamas began on Oct. 7, 2023, participants in the demonstration in Hiroshima's Naka Ward called to "free Palestine." More than 50 people, including members of a citizens' group that stands daily in front of the Atomic Bomb Dome demanding an end to bloodshed and attacks, walked down Hondori street shouting "Stop the massacre" and "Ceasefire now" among other slogans. They then held a rally in front of the A-bomb Dome.

A farmer in his 30s from the Hiroshima Prefecture city of Shobara commented, "No matter how hard a day I have (here in Japan), it would probably seem like paradise to the people of Gaza. We must take action beyond calling for a cease-fire, to bring the occupation to an end." A woman from Algeria, which was under French colonial rule for 132 years from 1830, said she came to the event because she felt that Palestine was suffering the same fate as her country. Participants also voiced anger and questions about the Japanese government's decision to suspend funding to the United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East (UNRWA) and the Hiroshima City Council's lack of resolutions regarding a cease-fire and other issues.

[ahqkas]

♯ JEALOU$Y ; theodore nott

PAIRING! theodore nott x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS! an unexpected situation catches you off guard in the heart of florence and your boyfriend reveals a side of him you’ve never seen before (based off this req.!!)

WARNINGS AND TAGS! fluff, jealous + italian theo, translation of foreign language + lmk !

WORD COUNT! 1.3k

NOTES! he’s so fine when he’s jealous❕

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

THEODORE NOTT WAS FAR FROM HAVING A SHORT TEMPER (UNLIKE HIS BEST FRIEND) BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN HE WAS NECESSARILY CARELESS. Sometimes, jealousy wrapped around his heart like the snake representing his house, squeezing and picking at the muscle, giving it wounds for blood to shed from.

And every time he tried to push those feelings aside, they came back even stronger than before in a crashing wave full of raw emotion. He felt like a puppet on a string that was pulled tight by the cruel hands of jealousy. His actions were no longer his own.

The summer sun bathed the picturesque streets of Florence in a warm, golden glow, casting a honeyed hue over the ancient city. Cobblestone pathways, worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, stretched along the bustling streets. Each turn revealed a new delight: charming cafés with wrought-iron tables spilling onto the sidewalks, historic landmarks standing as silent reminders of the past, and vibrant marketplaces bursting with life and color. The air was rich with the scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the earthy aroma of aged stone and the tantalizing whiff of fresh espresso. The fragrance was an intoxicating blend, making every breath feel like a taste of paradise. The sounds of Florence added to the sensory feast: the melodic chatter of locals and tourists, the clinking of glasses and cutlery from the outdoor restaurants, and the distant strains of street musicians playing heavenly tunes on their violins and accordions.

Florence, in the embrace of summer, was absolutely beautiful. It was a place where history and romance intertwined, where every corner held a new discovery, and every moment was a celebration of the beauty of life. The city's magic lay not just in its landmarks, but in the way it made you feel — alive, enchanted, and eternally in love with the world around you.

You walked hand in hand with Theodore, your fingers intertwined in one as you explored the enchanting city. This vacation had been his idea, a chance for the two of you to escape the pressures of Hogwarts and immerse yourselves in the beauty and romance of Italy. Theo's Italian heritage made the trip even more special; he was eager to show you the places that held a special place in his heart.

As you wandered through a bustling street, you paused to admire a street artist's breathtaking paintings. The vibrant colors and detailed brushstrokes captured the scenery of Florence in ways that made the city's beauty stand out even more, and you found yourself lost in the artwork. Theo had stepped away momentarily to get you both something to eat from a nearby stand, leaving you alone but content. The hum of the city buzzed around you, voices of people blending with the occasional strum of a guitar.

While you were engrossed in the art, a group of local boys approached, their laughter and chatter filling the air. They were handsome and confident, their flirtatious smiles and easy charm unmistakable. One of them, with dark, curly hair and a mischievous grin, stepped forward, clearly intent on catching your attention. His eyes sparkled with interest as he gestured towards you.

"Sei molto bella." ("You are very beautiful.")

You blinked, a bit taken aback. Although you had picked up a few phrases during your time with Theo, your grasp of the language was far from fluent. You understood enough to know that he was complimenting you, but the exact words of meaning escaped you.

Before you could respond, another boy joined in, his tone equally playful. "Vuoi venire a fare una passeggiata con noi?" ("Do you want to go for a walk with us?")

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, both from the unexpected attention and your inability to respond. Your eyes darted around, hoping to spot your boyfriend. You were feeling increasingly uncomfortable, unsure how to extricate yourself from the situation.

Just as you were about to attempt a polite but awkward decline, you heard Theo's voice, sharp and commanding. "Ehi, lasciatela in pace!" ("Hey, leave her alone!")

The transformation in him was startling. Theo, usually so calm and composed, had a fierce intensity in his eyes. He stepped between you and the group of boys, his posture protective, his expression a stormy mix of anger and determination. The easygoing demeanor he often sported was replaced by a fierce warning.

His broad shoulders squared, blocking the boys' view of you completely, creating a barrier that was both physical and emotional. The bright warmth of the sun seemed to dim in comparison to the fire that burned in Theo's gaze. It was as if a switch had been flipped, transforming him from the gentle, sweet boyfriend you knew into a guardian ready to defend the owner of his heart and soul.

The boys, who had moments ago been brimming with confidence, raised their hands in mock surrender, laughing nervously. "Calmati, amico. Non volevamo causare problemi," one of them said, trying to diffuse the situation. ("Calm down, friend. We didn't want to cause trouble.")

But Theo wasn't having any of it. Each word was a blade of a dagger, cutting through the casual flirtation of the boys, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions. "Non vedete che non è interessata? Andatevene prima che mi arrabbi davvero." ("Can't you see she's not interested? Walk away before I really get angry."). His voice was low and menacing as he continued in rapid Italian, his words too fast for you to catch but clearly effective in making the boys rethink their approach. They muttered a few apologies before scurrying away, casting wary glances over their shoulders.

Theo turned to you, his eyes softening instantly as he took in your bewildered expression. The fierce protector you had just witnessed melted away, replaced by your sweet boy you knew so well. "Are you okay?" His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a comforting touch.

You nodded, still a bit shaken. "I'm fine. They were just . . . I didn't understand what they were saying," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Theo's lips curved into a reassuring smile. "They were trying to flirt with you," he explained. "But don't worry, they're gone now."

You managed a small laugh, the tension easing out of your body. "I figured that much," you said, your voice lightening. "Thank you, Theo."

He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart were instantly calming. "I'm sorry if I scared you," he murmured, his breath brushing against your hair. "I just couldn't stand the thought of them bothering you."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. The fierce protectiveness in his gaze had melted into something softer, more tender. "You were amazing," you said honestly. "I've never seen you like that before."

Theo's smile widened, a hint of pride in his expression. "Well, I can't help it," he said, his tone teasing but sincere. "You bring out the best in me."

As you continued your walk through the beautiful streets of Florence, Theo kept you close, his arm securely around you. The incident with the local boys faded into the background, replaced by the joy of being together in such a magical place. The city's charm and Theo's unwavering affection made you feel like you were living in a dream.

Later that evening, as you sat together at a cozy café, sipping on rich Italian espresso, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Theo. His protective nature, his deep love for you, and his ability to make you feel safe and cherished were all things you treasured deeply. As the sun set over the Florence skyline, painting the sky in brilliant hues of pink and orange, you leaned into Theo, feeling utterly content.

In that moment, with the world bathed in the soft glow of twilight, you knew that no matter where you were, as long as you were with Theo, you were home.

[orangeblossombitch]

'Unfortunately it was paradise'

-Mahmoud Darwish

I modified a traditional Palestinian ceramics pattern from al-Khalil (Hebron) to instead show orange blossoms and oranges, to represent the coastal city of Yafa.

Available on my INPRNT

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

just another paradise city rewatch...