#silo the altogether

[emiko-matsui]

my friend, after i put on my playlist and playing after all, see the day, night, newton's first, etc.: wow there's a lot of those altogether songs on this

me: yeah... do you know who brian david gilbert is?

my friend: yeah, it's that guy who did the pokérap right?

me, about to drop the most world altering knowledge on her:

[themaskofreason]

what is the best song by the altogether:

ROUND 2 bracket 1!!

[jettison-my-gift]

They’re making a habit of it

[lesbianboyfriend]

fences by the altogether will fix me

[vang0bus]

just existing aint enough so when it comes to my own birthday ill forgo the bags of stuff for a chance to prove ive earned them just a fork and knife and cup so i can eat my words and swallow all my pride and newtons first mistake was telling me that i could drop your heart and it would never break like an apple from a tree it might get bruised but it would take something greater than just gravity to crack its little walls and if you give me twenty bars ill write a hit but give me love and ill mishandle it newtons second son made his home there in the shadow of the handsome older one made an outline for a life he could be proud of when its done made his name but kept it strictly to himself but soon he grew too tall for the unmoving shadow to cover much of him at all but the firstborn didnt mind cause he was still best at basketball and he reminded him most any chance he got and you could give me peace on earth complete with proof you gave me love but all i wants the truth newtons third date was with a girl he wouldnt know he didnt love til far too late so i met him where desire merges with i-278 and he sat me down and gave me all his thoughts he said your birthdays coming soon and id be remiss if i didnt make some attempt at lassoing the moon even though to these festivities you say you are immune i cant help it see what else are fathers for and so he laid me down his laws so plain and clear and i just sat there fighting back the tears and he gave me all the love that i can take seems theres laws that even i cant break yes he gave me everything that i can take seems theres love that even i cant break btw. if you even care

[rocals]

IF YOU LIKE THE ALBUM remember the laughter by ray toro... YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO THE ALBUM silo by the altogether

IF YOU LIKE THE ALBUM silo by the altogether... YOU SHOULS LISTEN TO THE ALBUM remember the laughter by ray toro

[fruitsilly]

songs on albums that flow seamlessly into each other by having a bit of the music split across tracks >>>

[sofflepoffle]

Listening to Fences, I’m struck by how the amount of music The Altogether has put out in the last few years was so much beyond my wildest hopes in like, 2019. I’m so so proud of them, and it all slaps so hard

[caesarontv]

was being sad abt all the lost content in my bookmarks if twitter goes down but then i remembered. fences by the altogether. day saved

[nextimeiny]

while i'm humming softly to a song that you made

[emiko-matsui]

my mental stability vs. the altogether's uncanny ability to write songs that remind me of my brother

[dammitradar]

Happy Altogether August everyone, how's the longing going?

[osaka-lilac]

ya know there is something about putting on your vinyl records and sitting on the floor and playing F1 22 on xbox game pass and sippin on some water that can be so Personal and Healing

[kteezy997]

The Heart of a Bene Gesserit-Part Two//Paul Atreides

Warnings: mention of slaves(for spice harvesting), drinking alcohol, speaking of heartbreak

You were given your own room at the Emperor's house. This wasn't the first time you'd stayed at a House of Atreides, but this felt altogether different from your childhood.

Duke Leto was an untouchable force, but not necessarily a man to be feared. He was a man who commanded respect. But you could tell that the people here, servants, soldiers, Paul's men, were all afraid of him under the surface.

As you spent the following day with Paul, you could still sense the melancholy from him. You sat in on his council, you walked the Arakeen halls with him, everything he said to everyone was met with a "Yes, my lord." As if they could not say anything contrary.

You knew that this wasn't what Paul desired. He was still Leto's son. He had a heart, and you knew that all he really wanted was love and to be loved. There was something specifically off about him. You could tell that he was troubled. You wanted to know what was going on in his mind.

Paul was headed to take some time to relax. He deeply stressed, as was everyone else during this time of war.

"Paul, do you need to talk about anything?"

"No, I'm fine." he said.

"You can trust me, Paul. I am your friend, don't forget that."

"I'm going to need more time. What personally troubles me is miniscule in comparison to everything around me."

Just as Paul had sat down, one of the guards burst into the room, "My lord, another smuggler crawler has been intercepted. They need your approval as to what to do with the prisoners aboard."

"Kill them all." Paul said, without any thought.

"No." you said sharply.

Paul frowned at you, his eyes darkening, "No? How would you deal with these traitors?"

"Don't be so much of a Harkonnen, Paul." you warned, knowing that you would pinch a nerve mentioning his mother's bloodline. "No need for senseless killing. That would only be liberation for these smugglers. I would keep them as slaves for the spice silos. Make them work to the bone, under the burning desert sun until the end of their days."

He tilted his head, a look of intrigue on his face, "Seems cruel, but quite useful, y/n."

"Think of it as a lesson for other wannabe thieves. The taste of slavery is much sourer than death. The spice harvesters will be kept in line. The empire will be better for it."

Paul nodded, a grin on his lips, "Hmm." He agreed, stepped closer to you. "I want to offer you a job on my council, if you'll have it. I need your mind, y/n. Someone sensible for once."

"I will consider it, my lord. Give me time." you answered, smirking up at him.

"I must leave now and give orders to the new slaves." he said to you, then looked to the guard at the door behind you. "Y/n will stay and watch over House Atreides in my stead until I return." he gave one last nod, then left the room.

......

Hours upon hours passed, it was so late into the night that you weren't informed about Paul's return. You needed to see him, to be assured that he was alright. You instructed a servant to take you to him.

Paul was alone in the dining hall; a few bottles of spice liquor littered the grand table. You looked ahead, above the large door across the room, stared into the eyes of the bull's head that hung there. You heard footsteps, saw Paul walking out toward the table.

"Leave us." you told the servant and watched them leave. This was seemingly a moment of weakness for the emperor, his staff did not need to see him this way, so vulnerable.

“Y/n, forgive me for not seeking you this evening. My duties took longer than anticipated. I figured you were asleep.” Paul said, holding a bottle to his lips, downing the liquid inside.

“I wanted to be sure that you came back safely.”

“I know my way in the desert. I’m the emperor, you don’t have to worry about me.” he sat down in one of the chairs, setting his bottle on the table.

“I think someone should look after you, Muad’Dib.”

“Oh?” he took another sip, “And you wish to be this someone? To look after me, bed me, so you can be the mother of the next Kwizatz Haderach?”

That remark made you angry, you understood that he couldn’t fully trust you yet, but he was being too harsh. The alcohol must bring out his defiant streak. “Don’t mock me, Paul Atreides. I’m not just Bene Gesserit, you know. I’m your friend, we grew up together, I am still the same person.”

“Are you?” he asked, not looking at you. His blue with blue eyes were obviously tired. Exhaustion was all over his face.

“Yes. I’m here for you, even if you don’t realize it.”

He turned his head, glaring at you. “Tell me, what exactly are you here for? I assume there’s a mission for you at hand, yes?”

This was it, you couldn’t conceal it anymore. He knew. He just needed you to admit it. “You’re right. I was sent here to secure your bloodline. To seduce you. I accepted the mission, but not to see it through. I just missed my friend. And I worried about you. Everything you’ve been through, Paul-"

“I believe you.” he drank down the remaining spice liquor from the bottle, then stood up. “Come with me.” he said, walking out of the dining hall.

“Paul, I think you should go to bed, get some rest.” you suggested, following him.

“Afterward." he replied. "I want to show you something.” He led you out onto the large balcony that overlooked the spice depot. “I remember when we used to watch the sunset on Caladan. I know you thought it was beautiful, the way the sun reflected on the water, but the moons here are just as breathtaking.”

You looked at him looking up at the night sky. The dark night shadowed his features, softening them. Then you looked up at the moons, shining brightly, “I have heard of the two moons of Arrakis, but it is something entirely different to see them with my own eyes.” He was right, it was a sight to behold. It was beautiful. “I may be biased, but I prefer a Caladan sunset.” you teased him.

Paul chuckled, looking over at you, “I knew you’d say that. What I wouldn’t give to be kids again. Feels like I’ve taken those memories for granted. I’m glad you’re here to bring them back. I miss Caladan, who I was there. Who I was when I was with you.” his voice was so tender and soft, if not for your training, you’d be weak in the knees.

“Maybe you could tell me what’s bothering you now. Get something off your chest. You have enough weight on you, Paul. Let me help you.”

He sighed, shaking his head, "I loved a Fremen woman, but she left when I ascended the throne. She hates everything I stand for. She didn't believe in the Lisan al Gaib. She thought I wanted to control her people. I betrayed her by seeking power. In avenging my father, I lost her."

You nodded, understanding why he had turned to the spice bottles, "I've never been in love. But I imagine losing it is very hard to deal with. I know you're hurting, but it sounds like you met a strong woman and had a great love. Not everyone gets that." You couldn't help but feel jealous. You hoped the marriage arranged for you one day would be a love match. But you were also jealous of this mysterious Fremen woman that had Paul's heart.

"I will always love her. I've seen many futures of her coming back to me, of me finding her. I don't know if any of those visions will come to be, but I will love her as long as I breathe."

Your heart sank, coming to realize that he may never love you that way. You swallowed, "I can only hope that I will feel that way about someone one day."

Paul took your hand, "I'm certain you will. You should know that I am, and have always been, very fond of you. So, it would be easy to get a man to fall in love with you." he smirked, "Especially if you use your Bene Gesserit tricks."' he winked.

"This Fremen woman, what was her name?"

"Chani. My Sihaya." he looked away, but he couldn't stop the smile on his face, but it was quickly replaced with sorrow.

"Sihaya? Desert spring, right?" Things were falling into place for you.

"Yeah. She hated that name. She preferred Chani."

"The prophecy. She was part of it." you whispered to yourself, realizing.

"Which is why she hated it." Paul concluded.

You stood there a moment, looking at the moons, soaking in the view. Now you knew that Paul would never want to be with you. He couldn't, even if he wanted to. He and this Chani were in the same prophecy. It was fated.

"I'm going to go to bed. You should do the same. Goodnight, my lord." you let go of his hand, and gave him a short curtsy.

He gave you a nod that felt strangely formal. You could somehow feel the intimacy between the two of you fading away as you left for your room.

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[annwrites]

—intertwine

if your soul has grown weary, & your heart feels tired, let the water wash away your sins.

— baptist!johnseed x lost!reader x soldier!jacobseed ; ⸙͎.➳†

despite all that you have done, you are not beyond salvation. you're not here by accident or chance.

Your curiosity about Eden's Gate had grown exponentially for weeks. From their signs, to mail, to TV spots. Like the one of John Seed standing beneath a glittering sign of the word 'YES', promising that he would find those who needed him most. All they need do is wait, and their new family would come to them.

Not that you believed anyone saw—or, much more, cared about you—but you'd, nevertheless, pathetically lain awake some nights, wishing for a knock on your front door, which you would then open, to be subsequently greeted by someone promising you a new life; that they were there to take you away from your current one. That they saw you, wanted you, loved you, and would ease your pain, or just make you forget it altogether. That you were safe at last, and would never have to worry about another thing ever again.

That you would not be alone anymore, because you were finally...home.

How little did you know that walking into this tent for one of Joseph Seed's local 'pop-up' sermons would lead to your life irrevocably changing. That it would lead you down a path with two brothers waiting for you at the end of it with opens arms, and hearts belonging solely to you.

nearly at the end of your rope—due to living with your mentally-ill, abusive mother—you’re desperate to find a purpose, a sense of belonging. So, you, against your better judgement, wander into one of joseph seed’s sermons. & from that first day, the metaphorical ‘hooks’ of eden’s gate are sunk into your mind & soul. 

before you can even step away from that lush green field of grass, john seed stops you, refusing to let you walk away from him yet again—even if every other time has only been in his dreams, which prophesized a union between the two of you—he implores you to allow him to show you his ranch, so you might better decide whether becoming a part of eden’s gate is meant for you. after much hesitation, you agree.

once you arrive, he gives you a tour, then places the book of joseph in your hands & asks you to please read it, so you’ll finally understand. not only him, but his family, & what they’re fighting so hard to build.

he leaves you alone for a hour to digest their story & when he returns, it’s to tears in your eyes & the truth of your own hardships spilling unstoppably from your lips. once you finish, he instantly makes the offer: stay with him, let him take care of you, & you’ll never want for anything again.

but, knowing it to be too good to be true, you return home… only to return to him two nights later with packed bags, ready to accept his offer, because you can stay with your mother no longer—can look after someone who holds your very life & existence in contempt no longer.

& so you find a new home, friends, family, meaning, & happiness through the project. your life becomes everything you never thought it would be. find that which you had only ever hoped to.

& then john sends you away into the whitetails to stay with his older brother, jacob, to keep you safe while he is away working on his silo in the valley.

stoic, brooding, & a man of few words—who’s hardly ever home & instead stays primarily at the veteran’s center in the mountains working—you remain at jacob’s cabin, making yourself at-home. cooking, cleaning, tending the garden, & enjoying nature’s beauty. the peaceful quiet serves to calm your mind & body. 

it takes him some time to warm to you, but does so gradually during sparse conversation shared over  the dinners & breakfasts you cook for him, along with occasional nights spent on the porch—a crackling radio playing softly in the background as you bit-by-bit peel back his layers, & he yours.

& your heart is then not split in two, but instead shared by two halves, which make you whole.

headcanons:

reader's (my) fave locations in each region:

—holland valley:

gardenview orchards

rae-rae's pumpkin farm

gardenview packing facility

seed ranch

sunrise farm

—whitetail mtns:

grandview hotel

rattlesnake trail bridge

jacob's cabin (my invention)

—henbane river:

eden's altar

hollyhock saloon

joseph's word

mastodon geothermal park

eden's convent

jessop conservatory

misc shrines

—joseph's compound:

church of eden's gate

♰ john:

john is already in love with her before they ever even meet, due to his dreams about the two of them.

she's scared out of her wits the first time they meet, but he does his utmost to dampen that fear over time. he wants nothing more than to show her that he is a safe place for her.

unfailingly kind to her, especially once he learns her life story.

protective (especially since he's even minimally paranoid that joseph will take her from him).

sweet on her at all hours of the day. even if his temper has reached its peak, he never so much as considers taking it out on her.

encourages her to make friends amongst those in the project in general, but especially around the ranch. he wants her to have a new family. wants her to feel cared for & at-home. wants her to have everything through & with him that she never did, or so much as thought she would have before.

"what's mine is yours". nothing in his house or on the ranch is off-limits to her. period. if she wants to start sleeping in his bed, or even wishes to start using his damn toothbrush? whatever she wants, she gets!

sees the look of wonder in her eyes when he takes her to gardenview orchards one day, so he arranges for her to be taken there whenever she wishes to work & harvest apples & fruits.

she thus spends a lot of time baking. like sometimes almost a dozen pies in a day, which she hands out for cult members to share amongst themselves.

john just watches proudly all the while thinking "that's my future wife!"

likes taking her up in his plane so he can show off a little, but never does anything like barrel rolls, at the risk of scaring her.

gives her her own personalized copy of the book of joseph, as well as her own pretty pink bible.

encourages her faith, even if it may be the size of a mustard seed.

understands her anger toward god & hesitancy toward religion & refuses to lambast or punish her for it. instead, he allows her to find her own way back to believing & is more than willing to take her to church whenever she wishes.

answers all & any questions she has about christianity or the project with confidence.

does not want her around bliss. period. that's his one rule he refuses to budge on, even if she is curious about it. won't even allow angel trumpet flowers in the main house.

she thus may admire faith's shrines from afar, but that's it.

the two have no secrets from one another.

john requires her to confess like all the rest, but with her, it's far different than any other member in his approach. with her, they go to a quiet room in his home & they sit down with one another while he asks her questions she's required to answer. in truth, he just wants her to bare her soul & know she's safe in doing so with him. he doesn't want her to feel fear or shame with him. because nothing could make him stop loving her—could end his devotion to her.

while it is in his brother's book—so she learns it from that first day—he worries initially what she may think about his past with women & living a gluttonous lifestyle (drugs, partying, drinking, spending obscene amounts of money on nothing). he one day asks her during one of her confession sessions. she reassures him that she doesn't think any less of him. that whoever that man was...she doesn't see him now. instead, she sees...her home.

she kisses john first.

john says he loves her first, rather early-on. it's due to her constant paranoia that none of it is real: his kindness toward her, her nice new home, her friends. she's utterly afraid that one day everything will change & he'll either send her packing, or will get her hooked on bliss & send her out to do the project's bidding. so he assures her in every way he can that what they have is real. that he is just as afraid of losing her. & while he knows it'll make him sound insane—which he acknowledges—he tells her about his dreams. that god ordained their being together. they were meant to find one another.

the first time they make love...it just happens. no one really started it. it was just a natural progression of their relationship.

his being gentle with her def carries over into the bedroom. lots of missionary & lotus flower positions.

it tears her apart whenever she thinks of the abuse he endured as a child. him believing it was for his betterment only breaks her heart further.

she is grateful to jacob, however, for his protecting john.

her baptism is very intimate. it's just the two of them in a secluded river as he reads to her from the bible & tells her just how dear she is to him. they both cry & he holds her close as he pulls her from the water, telling her that she is forgiven from all sin, from all transgressions, & she gets to choose who she is from that moment forward. that she will never have to go back to being that angry, frightened girl from before, who bore the weight of the world on her shoulders. he will instead carry it for her until she decides to put it into god's hands when the time is right.

reader's sin is envy. envious of those who have anything she wants: a normal, happy family. a normal, happy home. a nice car, a decent job, savings, someone who loves them, friends, self-esteem, nice things, etc. the list never ends.

john doesn't mutilate her. instead, he gives her a small tattoo, in the font & location of her choosing of the four-letter word.

she has it put on the inside of her dominant hand's wrist.

she actually finds his being a lawyer to be very sexy.

he's pleased to hear it.

sometimes preaches the law at her just to get her turned on.

both of them love to cuddle at night in bed.

he can't sleep unless he's holding her, tbh.

she only had one friend before joining the cult, but she essentially abandoned her by replacing her. they one day run into one another & she doesn't even recognize reader & looks at her with shock, while reader is nothing but proud of who she's become.

stares at her a lot bc he can't believe she's actually real. that he didn't just make her up in his dreams.

♰ jacob:

man is never home. always working up at the veteran's center.

his cabin is really nice, though. fully furnished & made of oak, with an underground bunker full of supplies. like a generator, batteries, non-perishables, survival/army stuff, etc.

there's a small vegetable garden outside.

his bedroom is always locked.

rest of the house is yours to do with as you please. so you mostly just clean & cook.

you begin making dinners for him & wrap them in saran wrap with sticky notes stuck on top, which read 'eat me!' for him to find when he comes home in the middle of the night. when he bothers coming home...

you know he's been in when you wake up in the morning & the plate is no longer in the fridge, but in the dishwasher instead.

sometimes he'll leave you notes of things he'd like done while he's gone. just simply: laundry, pick tomatoes, clean toilet. no 'thank you', of course. sometimes you just stare down at the notes with a frown, feeling like he's using you as a live-in maid while john is busy w/ his bunker (& you really miss him) & he's doing god-knows-what in the mountains.

always has at least 3 or 4 men there guarding the house. they don't really talk to you.

you're not allowed to go wandering in the woods. you're to stay within sight of the cabin at all times, per john & jacob both.

he's a neat-freak.

detests technology.

does own a small flat screen which sits in the cabin's living room, though.

occasionally makes inappropriate comments just to see you squirm.

makes fun of you. a lot. honestly, it gets his dick hard mocking you. knows he's about to take it too far when you start quietly pouting.

he's just a beast in bed. all about degradation. "god, look at you. i've barely even touched you & you're already that fucking desperate? such a needy little slut, huh?"

first time he tries out dirty talk it's clear that you don't know what to make of it. does he actually mean the cruel stuff he says?

"it's ok, baby. you're allowed to enjoy it. i just love seeing you like this. so fuckin' beautiful."

you're just about the only person who can make him smile. and laugh. scares the shit out of his men the first time they hear him howling with laughter inside the cabin.

is not gentle during sex whatsoever. just pounds away inside of you. all about overstimulation. loves making you cry. adores hearing you beg. even better when you can't form coherent words. sometimes, when he's going really hard, it's because he's hoping the bedframe collapses.

enjoys spanking you until it hurts for you to sit down.

gets a kick out of the look on your face the first time he shows you his cock bc man is hung like a horse.

"it...it'll never fit." "oh, trust me, angel. i'll make it fit. i'm not stopping until it does."

demanding & commanding.

can be a grump.

sometimes has nightmares. is terrified of having one bad enough that he loses himself in it & hurts reader.

likes seeing reader wearing his army jacket, or dogtags. but only them.

loves how much smaller she is than him. sometimes picks her up & carries her around just for the fun of it. ignores her as she tells him to please put her back down.

honestly, after her three wks at his cabin, he really doesn't want her to leave bc he doesn't want to be alone again. what if she never comes back?

so, in a moment of desperation, to have some form of confirmation that what they have—whatever the fuck it is—means something, he says those three words. they just sort of slip out. and then she says it back.

he could practically explode from happiness, but just grips the back of her head and gives her a long open-mouthed kiss.

is an atheist, but would never admit it to joseph, even if he's pretty sure he suspects. but he knows joseph is somewhat frightened of him, so he gets more leeway in regards to really anything he does.

honestly? wants to know he's worth fighting for, bc he feels like no one has ever done as much for him. it's only ever been the other way around.

doesn't want reader to ever find out about the things he gets up to at the veteran's center bc she's so soft-hearted & he's so scared he'd lose her permanently. that she'd think him a monster.

it would kill him for her to ever look at him with fear.

hates the song 'set those sinners free'.

likes it when you play with his beard.

likes kissing your inner thighs.

really likes when you desperately dry hump his thigh over his jeans.

hates the book of joseph: "i really wish he'd never written that damn book." "oh. why?" "i don't need somebody else airing my dirty laundry for me."

he one day takes you to his favorite place in all of hope county: a river (one from his loading screen). he takes gear for fishing, while you wade through the water. you start splashing him. he tells you to knock it off. you don't. he stands, throwing you over his shoulder. actually playfully smacks your ass. before you can even react, he puts you back down & crushes his lips to your own.

[acasternaut]

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