#scicily

[tristandelarkadien]

Thank you to @disappointedart for the ref!

Made as a study for a visual novel that I have to re-write, possibly from scratch.

[ardent-heretic]

Ha Ha Ha

There a tour company in Chicago that has an all mobster tour where you eat where the Mob ate.

Harry Caray’s gets away on a technicality. That address WAS a steakhouse where a very big mob guy hung out. But when it became Harry’s no mobsters visited there unless they ate with a friend.

I ate at Due many times. So I’m guessing that about as Mob as it gets.

Mister J’s??? Get the fuck out of here. They probably paid tour group to bring buses of sheep there.

If you want…

I will meet you in Chicago.

I will take you for dinner to a restaurant that was a warehouse of Whiskey for Capone. My Grandfather delivered juice there during prohibition. I will show you where two guys with machine guns hid in case the Feds came. Cops never came cuz they were paid well.

I will then take you to where one of the biggest Mob guys ate. The restaurant has been leveled. The Feds monitored it for years. There was a very famous murder there. No one ever figured out who did it.(Rolls my eyes and shrugs) maybe I heard something???

I will take you where a Mobster who left Scicily in the 50’s moved. One day, a woman got off a plane in the 90’s at O’Hare. Took a cab to where he lived. She shot him 57 times with a revolver. Think about what that means time wise. When the paramedics lifted him, bullets just fell out of his body. He was like Swiss cheese. Not one person in the apartment building heard the gunshots. Amazing. Never made the news. Never an investigation. The woman took a cab back to O’Hare and flew back to Europe. I know why he was shot 57 times. But investigators have no clues.

I can take you to the secret house.

A Mobster the Feds wanted bad had a house a few blocks from me. His curtains were always closed. Feds “borrowed” houses to watch it. Never saw him leave.

Because

A block away was another house. Mob bought it. Started digging a tunnel between the houses. Removed dirt with vans in the garage of the second house. They drove to the forest preserve to dump the soil.

When the tunnel was done this boss walked thru the tunnel and left in a Cadillac at the other house. Important mob guests came to that house, walked through tunnel and had meetings.

I am assuming the tunnel was found? But I never heard about it in the news. So it might still be there. Had lights and fans even.

There was a big guy who the Feds could never find for years.

They finally found him. But I could take you to the deli we ate at. He read the paper every day there. I sometimes wonder how the Feds got info?

I could take you to a parking lot where a guy is buried (No not Hoffa). Far as I know, he still under it.

I can take you to a house where a family of four was tortured and murdered, all because the Wife beeped her horn at a mob wife. I don’t think that ever made the news.

This tour group on FB seems lame.

My tour would be more fun.

[havendance]

to fail, to fall, to fly away

AO3

Fandom: Batman

Featured Characters/Relationships: Helena Bertinelli & Sasha Bordeaux

Wordcount: 936

Summary:

“One day,” Helena said, “you’re either going to fail him or else you’re going to have to live with the fact you didn’t. I made my choice.” Helena Bertinelli is on her way out of Gotham when she encounters a familiar face.

The trick or treating earlier a) reminded me that this fic existed and b) got the juices flowing for it. Anyway, welcome to the latest installment of niche fics from Havendance! This is a coda of sorts to Detective Comics #763 except in an au where Helena killed the joker. Enjoy!

Fic:

Helena wasn’t stupid: she knew when it was time to get the hell out of dodge. She had plans for this: her building was shut down into hibernation, the ghosts that inhabited it still shuffling about to deter intruders, but on a fraction of the power. Things she needed were arranged to be sent on; things she didn’t were locked down. She left the lamborghini tucked away in its hidden garage. Scicily was nice this time of year, and transporting the car there would be more trouble than it was worth. Maybe later, but not now. Not when she needed to fly away.

It was evening by the time she finished. Helena left her apartment with the clothes on her back and little else. She had the absolute necessities—her costume was tucked away in a hidden pocket of her bag, money and fake ids along with it. Everything else she’d take care of as it came.

As she walked down Gotham’s dark streets, she could tell she was being watched. Someone was following her.

Helena stopped in front of the mouth of an alley. “You can come out,” she said. “I know you’re there.”

A figure dropped down. It wasn’t Batman who stepped out of the shadows. Neither was it a man without a face, or Robin (she knew it wouldn’t be Robin, not after what she’d done). Instead, it was a woman dressed in black and purple—the newest member of Batman’s vigilante set.

“Ambush Bug,” Helena said, voice deceptively light. She’d never caught the woman’s name. Now wasn’t the time to ask it.

“Huntress,” was the cool reply. So they weren’t on friendly terms this time. That was fine. Helena expected that.

“He sent you, didn’t he?” she asked.

No reply.

“I’m leaving. You can tell him that I’m getting out of his city.”

“I will,” the woman said. She didn’t move.

Helena waited. The woman didn’t say anything else. “What do you want?” Helena demanded. Always the silent treatment. It drove her crazy when Batman did it too. “Say something if you’re going to, or just leave me alone.”

She was about to turn and leave when the woman spoke: “Batman said the Joker was in police custody when you killed him.”

“So?”

“It’s not the way we do things.”

“We?” Helena scoffed. “Like I’m one of you. He’s made it perfectly clear that I’m not.”

“It was over. You didn’t need to.”

“It wasn’t. It wasn’t over until I ended it,” Helena spat out. “You haven’t been doing this long, have you?”

The woman said nothing. She had a good poker face.

“Do this long enough and you’ll see,” she continued. “It’s never over. It never ends. You put them away and they come crawling out of the woodwork later to cause problems again. I’ve spent long enough playing it his way, so I ended it mine.”

“You killed him.” She was judging her, Helena could tell. She was just the same as all the rest.

“I did what needed to be done.”

The woman was still watching, still weighing Helena up. “I can see it, what Batman told me about you.”

“And that would be?”

“That you’re dangerous, reckless. You don’t understand.”

“Oh I understand plenty,” Helena said. “I understand that there needs to be justice. I understand that there needs to be a price.”

“That you deal out.”

“We all deal it out. You wear a mask. You’re a part of this.”

She reached up, as if only just remembering it was there. “My reasons are different,” she said. 

“Then what are they?” Helena asked. “Why do you put on your costume and tag along with the bat?”

“To protect,” was the answer, spoken without hesitation.

“And what if, to protect someone, you needed to kill someone else?”

“That should always be the last resort.”

A different answer than what Helena had been expecting, but an interesting one. “Then you acknowledge it’s an option.”

Silence, which was as close to a yes as she was going to get.

“One day,” Helena said, “you’re either going to fail him or else you’re going to have to live with the fact you didn’t. I made my choice.” She turned.

“Wait!” The woman said before she could walk away. “You expect me to believe that’s why you did it? You killed an unarmed man in police custody because there wasn’t another choice?”

“No,” Helena said, staring out into Gotham’s streets, still empty. The danger was over, but people were slow to come out again. She knew that hadn’t been why. It hadn’t been that at all. It had been three bullets in her gut making a final stand and a week of running around as the world went to hell. It had been finding Robin’s uniform on a skeleton and knowing she had been too late. “But that’s what I am. I’m leaving. If you know who you are, you should too. We’re not like him.”

“We’re nothing alike.” Her voice was cold, angry. “I’m in Gotham to do a job and I’m going to do it.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” Helena started walking away. “None of us escape in the end.”

She didn’t look back. Down the street to where she could catch a cab and off to the airport from there.

Goodbye Gotham. Goodbye and good riddance to it all. She didn’t know if the woman was still following her and she really didn’t care. Let other people deal with Batman. She’d stopped caring what he thought. She was leaving it all behind. Maybe this time, she wouldn’t come back.

[adriannaliggions]

And I muthafucking mean it I don't give a fuck whose embarrassed bitches try me what's going on since you don't remember yawselfs and that's to the non guilty it's Italian out of scicily dummies try me

[namenerdery]

Girls with interesting names born in Ohio between 2016-2020 [S, T, U & V]

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[vickiking]

For Somewhere.. 

[pingsweetie]

My tradescantia (wandering Jew) was a cutting from my mum’s plant. It is never this purple. Probably as it’s sitting on top of my fridge and not growing in the sun on this lovely balcony in #palermo . #scicily I now give all my friends a cutting of my mum’s plant so her memory wanders on. #memories of #merryl #madewithpaper #madewithlove #wetransfer #travelillustration #view #sketch #digitalart #instaart #pingsweetie #loveneverdies (at Palermo) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQvCm1JBw7q/?utm_medium=tumblr

[dannimonart]

Alonzo Gerini and Scalatormon by DannimonDesigns

[epickstyle]

Saw #mountEtna with some smoke coming out, then enjoyed the pool, and then walked around #Palazzolo before dinner! So far it’s been an awesome trip! #Scicily #italy #traveljunkie (at Sicilia, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0sfV89nVoz/?igshid=r353wianupgg

[jerseydeanne]

Princess Diana's niece Lady Kitty Spencer, 31, shares a rare photo with her multi-millionaire husband Michael Lewis, 63, ahead of their first wedding anniversary

[staruplatinum]

Random Vento Aureo headcannons nobody asked for; some of these are angst-y so beware. ♡ 😩

Mista wears a hat because his hair is insanely curly and frizzy and he can never maintain it or style it nice

Melone and Scolippi are brothers (melone represents birth and Scolippi represents death)

Risotto has two full tattoo sleeves underneath his cloak

Bruno is good at painting and in his free time he started to work on a portrait of his late father; unfortunately after the events of VA, he never got to finish it.

Abbacchio keeps his police uniform hanging up in his closet; some nights when he’s feeling extra shitty (and after he’s gotten beyond blackout drunk) he’ll stare at it and just dwell even more on the past, and begin crying.

Though La Squadra resides in Napoli (Naples) most members are from a different part of Italy. Risotto is from Catania (Scicily), Ghiaccio is from Milan, Prosciutto is Calabrese, Illuso is from Rome, Sorbet and Gelato are also calabrese, Melone is from Florence, Pesci is from Naples and Formaggio is from Rome.

Fugo likes doing calculus/logic problems for fun

Melone takes forever in the shower; and even after that he spends forever styling his hair and moisturizing himself.

Risotto was shamed by his parents for having red eyes when he was born, and since they were Catholic they thought he was “demonic” for it - and didn’t want him.

Formaggio loves Pizza more than any other food, specifically, he loves the pizza his Nonno used to make.

Bruno’s apartment is minimalistic, and has many shades of monochrome black +white. He likes to accessorize with gold, blue and brown.

Mista always wears a golden cross necklace that his Mother gave to him when he was born - he’s never taken it off.

Prosciutto only smokes “MS” cigarettes- which are an authentic Italian brand.

Trish misses living in Calabria with her mom.

Illuso loves Michael Jackson.

Risotto was raised with his cousin by his nonna. She was an older woman who taught him how to cook and she took him in when his parents abandoned him.

Narancia’s favourite drink is blood-orange San Pellegrino!

Giorno loves gelato (ice cream)

Bruno loves the movie “Life is Beautiful” , he used to watch it with his Dad all the time as a child.

Abbacchio loves tea. It’s the only “healthy” alternative he uses to calm himself.

Despite being named after fish, Pesci really doesn’t like eating seafood because he feels bad for the animals - Prosciutto of course tells him to relax and that he needs to eat

These are just my own ideas!! Feel free to reblog and add your own ♡

[read-you-later]

“Kingdom of the Wicked,” By: Kerri Maniscalco

In Kerri Mansiscalco’s newest novel “Kingdom of the Wicked,” we follow Emilia, a witch, as she searches for her twin sister - Vittoria’s murderer. Soon she becomes entangled in a web of dark magic and demons. Things only seem to get worse when she accidentally summons Wrath, one of the seven demon princes of Hell. Together they’re forced to traverse the dark streets of Scicily, Italy in search of the savage murderer.

🌑Spoilers!🌕

I’ve read Kerri Maniscalco’s “Stalking Jack the Ripper,” series and I liked it, so I was very excited to see that she was working on another series. And I was NOT disappointed! It didn’t take me very long to bust out this book and finish it.

I liked the sisterly bond that Emilia and Vittoria, it was a fleshed relationship, that - even though we only saw a few short chapters of Vittoria before her death - we knew that she was spunky and care-frees. With Emilia as he rock, the two balanced each other out. So I felt Emilia’s pain when she discovered her sister’s body.

Emilia was an enjoyably strong female lead that can - and has - defended herself in a fight and wasn’t a damsel in distress. She was brave and witty and cunning enough to trick a demon into giving her answers. And even though she feared Wrath, she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind to him and put him in his place.

The dynamic between Emilia and Wrath stayed constant a little ways through the book. Both shared a mutual respect- hate for each other. There was a build up for the romance between the two but when it came down to the part where they kiss, it felt rushed. But I’m sure as the series progresses it’ll be more fleshed out.

I’m excited to see what the future holds for Emilia!

🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑

[pingsweetie]

#palermo Plants! That purple #wanderingjew (yes it’s really called that!) is fab. Tried to grow it on top of my fridge it turned pale green floppy curly leaves and leggy. Any tips? Start growing purple for me now! #tradescantia #cantgrowcress #notgreenfingered #madewithpaper #wetransfer #scicily #architecture #digitalillustration #sketch #artistsoninstagram #instaart #instaartist #architecture #purple #balcony #balconygarden (at Palermo) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLtetjvhC-N/?igshid=pgsiuc93hzyy

[viterbofangirl]

20 + 5 Questions

Answer 25 questions about yourself then tag 20 people.

I was tagged by the loverly @cloverywands ! Thank you! ^_^

1. Name: Nikki, short for Nichole. I don’t like or go by my full name much, but I do greatly appreciate the “h” in the middle.

2. Nickname: *silently points up to previous answer* Also, Nik for people who think two syllables are too much work, Nikki-Nik from my Dad, Sweetie-Girl or Wicked-Child from my mom, and- my personal favorite- THE NIKIPEDIA, bestowed upon me by my two youngest siblings. 

3. Zodiac: Western is Taurus, Eastern is the Boar. No matter the zodiac, I am delicious at a BBQ.

4. Height: 5’4-5′3″ (Morning and evening, respectively.)

5. Languages: English. I took four semesters of Spanish, but have only retained enough to converse poorly with a three year old kid. I also know how to say “I am a bear” in French. This, as you might imagine, has not been particularly helpful to me

6. Nationality: American, with ancestors from *kracks knuckles* Germany, France, Scicily, Ireland, England, Wales, and Scotland at the very least. 

7. Favorite season: AUTUMN.

8. Favorite flower: Lotuses/water lilies. 

9. Favorite scent: Honestly, petrichor, creeks, swimming pools, sea water, the wind right before a summer storm...any water smell.

10. Favorite color: Blood red. Crimson. That depth of red where your eyes sort of get lost in it.

11. Favorite animal: Wolves and hawks/falcons. (Which I recently learned are not even the taxonomic order!???? WHAT EVEN!) Also I have a soft spot for crows and ravens.

12. Favorite fictional character: *sigh* One? Well, I’d probably say Mara Jade, but seriously anyone who’s followed me or met me knows I got infinite+1 feels for a variety of fictional peeps.

13. Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: TEA. Earl Grey with vanilla is my favorite, with vanilla chai and tropical green tea as runners up.

14. Average sleep: *nervous laughter* *escapes out the nearest window* I dunno, man, I guess on average maybe 7 hours? 6?

15. Dog or cat person: Neither. Not a pet or animal person. Currently live with a very sweet, very old and incontinent cat.

16. Number of blankets: One sheet, three comforters, and FOUR FREAKING PILLOWS. AND I’D HAPPILY TAKE MOAR...

17. Dream trip: I have rather severe control-freak/OCD issues, so it’s hard for me to travel, especially internationally. Domestically, I do love to visit Chicago. Internationally, I would like to go to London, Iceland, and the Faeroe Islands one day.

18. Blog established: Hell if I know. Is there a way to check that or something? Hold on. According to my archive, September 2013. Huh. 

19. Followers: 234, according to the thingy-thing on the side.

20. Random fact about me: I do mean (as in surprisingly good) impressions of Louis Armstrong and Disney’s Snow White, and well as mean (as in cruelly mocking) impressions of operatic sopranos and tenors.

• AND NOW FOR THE EXTRA FIVE!

1. Gender: Female

2. Sexuality: Heterosexual but largely unbothered and VERY bitter.

3. Hogwarts House: HUFFLEPUFF ALL THE WAY, BABY! BADGER PRIDE!!! WHOO-HOO!!!

4. Where are you from: N’awlins.

5. Why I started this blog: BECAUSE OF FREAKING HOTELSONG’S AMAZING MEASURE FOR MEASURE POSTS!!! I lurked the “majestic thorin” tag for a while, but I actually got an account on this blue hellsite due to screamingly good Shakespeare meta.

Okay, so there’s no way I’m tagging 20 people in this. First of all, I’m not sure I *know* 20 people here. Second, some of the questions are very revealing (as in you could conceivably track someone down, not OH TUMBLR HERE IS MY INNERMOST SOUL revealing) and I don’t want anyone to feel pressured! 

HOWEVER, to any and all of my mutuals and message-correspondence buddies, I’d be delighted to get to know ya better!  ^_^ 

[trillian-anders]

Let’s clear something up, WE’RE ALL IMMIGRANTS!!! This land belongs to the Native Americans so Ransom therefore is an immigrant his damn self. Good day. That anon must not have fully seen the movie, ransom was a rich entitled prick who knocked down anyone in his way so stop trying to act like he specifically hated a certain race, that mofo hated everyone. Marta happened to be the main one in the way, wasn’t Fran white? His family was white and he didn’t give two shits about them either. Lol

Okay so yes this land was the Native Americans and then colonized, almost everyone on the continent now are descendants of immigrants, but most themselves are not immigrants.

The film was created with Marta being the daughter of immigrants. This eat the rich wave that came through in 2019 that gave us Knives Out, Ready or Not, and Parasite among others is a blessing.

Ransom didn’t want to lose the lifestyle he’d had his entire life. He never cared about anyone but himself. I doubted if he had even seen his family outside of holidays and even then he was probably flaky as all hell.

He just wanted the money.

It didn’t matter if he had to get rid of his whole family and hers to get it. He wasn’t going to be cut off. He was going to get his share.

Truthfully if he hadn’t been played by Chris Evans he would not be getting anywhere near as much attention as he’s currently getting. I wouldn’t have cared, I would have loved the movie and moved on.

I am attracted to Chris Evans.

So I wrote The Assistant. Where I tried to make Ransom into a better person than he is.

It’s unrealistic to see a murderer turn their lives around and become a better person, to see them atone for their crimes, but they have before.

I’m just playing with dolls right now, as the daughter of immigrants. The granddaughter of immigrants. Both sides of my family have moved to this country in the last 90 years. My grandparents from scicily on my mother’s side, and my father from Puerto Rico with his mother raised in the DR.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and I can understand but it doesn’t mean I’ll always have the same one.

Thank you for reading 💕