#adam and samuel

[lescarnetsdehaku]

"For this plan to work, we will need three things: someone who handles the shipping, someone who handles the numbers... And me.

- You ? What for ?

- Everything else."

In 1922, Adam Czar arrives in America.

By 1938, Adam Czar is one of the heads of the Chicago Outfit, the crime family ruling the city.

But many things happened in between.

Because in 1926, in the raging years of the Prohibition, Adam meets Peter Hetman. And above all, Adam meets Samuel Majewski.

I couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore! Adam will be back. He has more things to tell. I can't wait to unveil more about him, and everyone around him.

See you in 2026 🔥

[roachingurcoach]

okay I don't really know how to frame this. but like. funniest way to confirm Dean is Ben's dad is

20 year-old Ben takes a genetics test for fun or whatever, and the results he gets back are just batshit insane. it's like. oh hey. my biological father is a known serial killer who's still on the FBI's most wanted list and has been found or thought dead multiple times. and my uncle. and my grandfather. and my grandmother. and my--

[oldmanbracket]

Sexiest Old Man Tournament: Round 2

Who is hotter?

[protecticarus]

not to alarm anyone but

SAM BARNETT WILL BE DIRK GENTLY AGAIN

that’s how i choose to interpret “performing new and classic material from dirk gently” ok shut up

[atempause-art]

"i wanna draw one of my czech monster ocs in traditional czech dress" i said and then my hand slipped and drew all 6 of them.. i'm not sure if i'm going to actually render the other two pairs tho

samuel wearing kroj from podluží, adam from kyjov. more or less.

[blackflash9]

That Time When AC3 Flipped Indigenous Portrayal

I always liked that AC III flipped familiar tropes about Native Americans in media, particularly regarding the language barrier and cultural awareness. Ziio mocks Haytham for assuming she can’t speak English, subverting the usual narrative where the comedic effect of not knowing the 'language of the land' is on the indigenous.

It is also Haytham - not Ziio - who causes the bar commotion despite his rather arrogant and baseless assumption that her culture would make her more prone to violence despite only being in the country for roughly a couple days. This also highlights that she understands the land and its people far better than he does.

Redcoat: "Oi, where you goin’, cully?" Redcoat: "No. The other cock robin." Haytham: "Well, I uh… I WAS leaving." Redcoat: "Oh? And now?" Haytham: "Well, now… I’m going to feed you your teeth." Kaniehtí:io: "And you were worried I was going to be the problem."

This also extends to Connor, as he regularly defies expectations by displaying more morality and virtue than many of his colonial counterparts. He criticizes the manipulative nature of the media for countering lies with more lies.

Sequence 5: Stop the Presses (Transcript)

Samuel Adams: "So now you've had a chance to see how it all works. Untoward actions will upset the citizens and inevitably lead to the guards being called. Depending on the severity of your transgression, they may simply search a bit before giving up and returning to their posts. But should you offend them severely or repeatedly – they'll become much more aggressive in their pursuit. I've shown you three ways to turn the tide. Remove wanted posters, bribe town criers, or visit a printer to create your own propaganda." Connor: "This feels wrong. Why not just speak to someone and explain my innocence?" Adams: "You can't be serious?" Connor: "We counter one lie with another. Words on paper instantly taken as truth. And all of it without question."

Calls him out on his hypocrisy in fighting for freedom while owning slaves.

Sequence 6: On Johnson's Trail (Transcript)

Samuel Adams: "Of course. I'm headed to a meeting with some men who should be able to help. Why don't you come along? It's good to see the people finally taking a stand against injustice..." Connor: "Says the man who owns a slave." Samuel Adams: "Who, Surry? I practice what I preach, my friend. She's not a slave, but a freed woman... At least on paper. Men's minds are not so easily turned. It is a tragedy that for all our progress, still we cling to such barbarism." Connor: "Then speak out against it." Samuel Adams: "We must focus first on defending our rights. When this is done, we'll have the luxury of addressing these other matters." Connor: "You speak as though your condition is equal to that of the slaves. It is not." Samuel Adams: "Tell that to my neighbor—who was compelled to quarter British troops. Or to my friend who's store was closed because he displeased the Crown. The people here are no freer than Surry." Connor: "You offer excuses instead of solutions. All people should be equal and not in turns."

And even stops Israel Putnam from kicking a dead enemy’s body - emphasizing that even someone as ruthless as Hickey was still a man.

Sequence 8: Public Execution (Transcript)

Israel Putnam: "At ease, men! At ease! I said lower your goddamn guns! This man's a hero! The General can be so stubborn sometimes. Piffle, he said, when we warned him something like this would happen! Piffle!" *Israel Putnam kicked Thomas' body* Connor: "Stop." Israel Putnam: "He wanted to kill the Commander. Nearly killed you as well. He was a scoundrel." Connor: "But still a man." Israel Putnam: "Hmph. You're nothing, if not consistent."

Assassin’s Creed III challenged the traditional portrayal of Indigenous people as either savages or passive victims, instead presenting them as individuals with intelligence, morality, and deep cultural awareness. The narrative highlights their ability to navigate complex social and political landscapes while exposing the hypocrisy and shortcomings of colonial figures. Rather than being depicted as primitive or completely naive, characters like Ziio and Connor demonstrate a greater understanding of their environment and the moral contradictions of their time. The game doesn’t just critique the British - it questions the American revolutionaries, revealing how their rhetoric of freedom often excluded those who did not fit within their social order.

Through Ziio and Connor, AC3 asserts that Indigenous people were not merely bystanders in history but active participants who approached their world with wisdom and integrity.

[fannyyann]

NHLPA: No love lost in this rivalry – wishing you a Happy Valentine's Day from these Hockey Canada and USA Hockey players 💗

[rabbitinthemeadow]

Alas, the cradle of my heart waits elsewhere || Four

[jabberamongthetrees]

Archetypes in Your Friend Group (American Revolution Edition)

[thedivaking]

Happy Mermay everyone 🌟🧜‍♂️

Here are some of my Mer-sketches💖

If this goes well, I'll make some more🤭

~~~

Yes Lafayette is a crab.

Seabury is a crab too, cuz I want him to be tiny😅😅

[lescarnetsdehaku]

A date, with flowers ✨💐💚

[inubaki]

Touched by an Angel

-chapter 1

Adam was raised in the confines of a church-run compound, a peculiar community where the walls echoed with prayers and hymns. His childhood unfolded amidst a tapestry of rituals and routines, where every day was marked by the rhythm of faith. Despite the serene environment, Adam often felt the weight of solitude, as he had few friends beyond the church's boundaries. 

The friendships he cultivated were deep and heartfelt; those who knew him cherished his easygoing nature and infectious laughter. They often marveled at his ability to find joy in simple moments, whether it was playing in the sun-drenched gardens or sharing stories by candlelight during evening gatherings. 

His journey began long before he could form memories—left on the steps of the church as an infant, he became the responsibility of the current Priest, a well-meaning but somewhat forgetful figure. The Priest had his quirks: he often mislaid his glasses or forgot the names of the parishioners. Yet, beneath his absent-minded demeanor lay a genuine warmth. He took Adam in without hesitation, treating him like a son despite his own shortcomings in parenting.

Adam grew up enveloped in a cocoon of care, the kind that radiated from the Priest’s heart, even if it sometimes lacked the precision and presence a child might crave. He may not have had the traditional family support system, but the kindness and affection he received filled his life with a sense of belonging. He never doubted his worth or the love surrounding him; in his eyes, he was cherished, a vibrant spirit thriving within a nurturing, albeit imperfect, home.

At the age of thirteen, Adam received the unexpected news that would alter the course of his life: he was to be trained to take over the church and ultimately become a priest. The weight of this announcement settled heavily on his young shoulders. In truth, Adam had never harbored any desire to don the robes of a priest. Instead, he often found joy in simpler pursuits—spending his afternoons spinning enchanting tales for the neighborhood children or tending to the vibrant community garden, nurturing the fruits and flowers with his own hands.

However, Mr. Brown, the aging priest and a father figure in Adam's life, had other plans for him. Mr. Brown believed firmly that Adam possessed a calling destined for the spiritual realm, a belief that brought pressure akin to a heavy cloak draped over the boy. Adam felt trapped, caught in a web of expectation, unable to voice his true desires. But, he would do it for Mr. Brown.

At the age of seventeen, Adam found that his priesthood was being approached with a gravity he hadn’t fully appreciated before. The days of leisurely gardening, spinning tales by the fireside, or experimenting with flavors in the kitchen were long gone. Instead, he was now expected to immerse himself in the study of the Word of God, diligently deciphering its complexities to gain a deeper understanding that would prepare him for the teachings he would one day share with others. 

If Adam were to be honest with himself, he recognized that his efforts were not as earnest as they could be. While he put on a brave front and showed a respectable level of dedication for Mr. Brown, his true enthusiasm for teaching was lacking. The passion that ignited Mr. Brown’s eyes when he spoke of scripture was something Adam admired but did not possess. Despite this inner conflict, Adam had made a commitment at the tender age of thirteen, one that bound him to the path of priesthood. He reflected on that promise often, reminding himself that, regardless of his feelings, he was determined to fulfill his obligation, even if his heart wasn't fully in it.

When Mr. Brown suggested that it might be beneficial for Adam to choose a “Patreon Angel,” someone he could look up to in addition to God, Adam was initially confused. He didn’t grasp that Mr. Brown’s idea was meant to be symbolic and that there wasn’t a requirement to actually set up a Patreon. Instead of delving into a thorough search of the Bible to find an appropriate figure, Adam opted for a quick online search.

As he scrolled through the search results, the first name that caught his eye was “Samael.” The letters seemed to dance before him, and he struggled with the reading process due to his dyslexia. Was it Samael or was it Samuel? The uncertainty gnawed at him. He wished he could find clarity in the text as others seemed to do so effortlessly, but the words blurred together, making comprehension a challenge.

Despite the chaos of letters in his mind, Adam didn’t dwell on the details. He felt a sense of urgency to complete this task, hoping to align himself with an inspirational figure. With a hint of hesitance, he decided to go with “Samuel” as his chosen angel, ready to embrace the connection, even if he hadn't fully understood the significance behind it.

Later that night, the room was bathed in the soft, warm glow of candlelight. Adam carefully arranged the flickering candles on a small table, their wax drippings forming delicate sculptures as they melted away. He sank to his knees on the cool, hardwood floor, his heart racing with a mix of anticipation and hope. In quiet reverence, he clasped his hands together, closing his eyes as he began to pray to the angel Samael—or was it Samuel? A sense of uncertainty nagged at him, and he pondered for a moment if he should invoke both names, just in case he had inadvertently chosen the wrong one.

As he focused intently on his thoughts and intentions, he failed to notice the peculiar behavior of the candles. They flickered and danced erratically as if stirred by an unseen force, and the stillness of the room was marred by an elusive whispering that seemed to echo from the very shadows themselves. Straining to listen, he might have heard faint murmurs mingling with the crackling of the candle flames, but he was too far gone in his own world of prayer to pay any attention to such anomalies.

When Adam finally opened his eyes, his heart sank as he found the room unchanged; the only evidence of his effort was the faint scent of melting wax lingering in the air. He felt a mixture of disappointment and frustration wash over him. So much for that connection he had hoped to forge. Pouting slightly, he gazed at the unresponsive candles, wondering if perhaps he hadn’t put forth enough genuine effort. With a resolute sigh, he decided that he would give it another try the following night, determined to find the clarity he sought before drifting off to sleep.

The angel appeared in Adam's dreams like a whisper of light, illuminating the serene landscape around him. Adam had often wandered through this enchanting Garden in his slumber—a vivid tapestry of colors and fragrances that seemed to bloom just for him. Each flower glowed with an intensity that reflected his innermost yearnings, while the gentle rustle of emerald leaves danced in the soft, warm breeze. He enjoyed the tranquility, completely unaware that he was not alone in this ethereal sanctuary.

As he strolled deeper into the Garden, a peculiar sensation pricked at the edges of his consciousness. It was as if invisible eyes were watching him, observing his every step. He brushed off the feeling until, suddenly, the atmosphere around him shifted. There, among the vibrant foliage and the shimmering petals, appeared the angel. 

This celestial being had an otherworldly presence, elusive and enchanting. Adam found it difficult to focus on any specific detail of the angel's form; it seemed to shimmer and morph as if woven from light itself. Its wings glistened with a celestial glow, creating an aura that captivated the very essence of beauty—a sight far beyond his comprehension. 

Overwhelmed by the angel's majesty, Adam instinctively fell to his knees, the soft earth beneath him a comforting reminder of his mortality. A ripple of laughter echoed through the air, a sound both melodious and slightly mocking. "My, this is an unexpected sort of event," the angel mused, amusement lacing its voice. "You, of all beings, pray to me?" 

Adam's head remained bowed, his heart racing in his chest, blissfully ignorant of the smirk playing upon the "angel's" lips. In that moment, he was engulfed by a blend of reverence and confusion, caught in the web of a dream that would forever alter his understanding of the divine.

"I have prayed to you, oh Samuel, for guidance. I seek your wisdom to be my faithful Patreon." The atmosphere seemed to shift as Adam spoke, his voice filled with earnest desperation. If he had dared to lift his gaze, he would have noticed the mischievous smirk growing on the lips of the figure before him, an entity that resembled an angel but exuded an unsettling presence. The corners of the angel's mouth curled upwards, exposing elongated, sharp teeth that glinted in the dim light. 

"You have?" The angel replied, amusement lacing its tone. "Well, how fortuitous! I currently find myself without any pressing matters." With an air of mock benevolence, it leaned closer, its radiant wings folding elegantly behind it. "I would be delighted to take on the role of your Patreon, guiding and leading you on your path toward Priesthood."

Adam felt a wave of warmth wash over him as he kept his head bowed, a mixture of relief and excitement flooding his heart. The angel's presence was both comforting and thrilling, and he could hardly suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. In a gesture that felt almost tender, the "angel" gently ran its fingers through Adam's hair, a simple act that sent a shiver down his spine, evoking a blissful sigh of contentment. Little did Adam know, the path he was being led toward might be far more complex than he ever imagined.

——

idea and art by me. Story written by @libby-for-life! For an art exchange. I feel I got the better part of the deal knowing how my art is. But I can’t write so I’m very lucky to have them. They’re amazing!

Life has been…harsh. So, this is certainly helping me. I just hope I don’t disappoint them.

next:

[dareduffie]

i love watching movies made by the same director and seeing them use the same actors in different projects.. i too use work as an excuse to see my friends

[protecticarus]

you know what they say… except no? not at all? what the hell are they saying?

[winchestermysterymachine]

Dean Winchester, Aquarius, loves long walks on the beach. Loyalty and friendship get you a long way, family doesn’t end in blood. His impala is his baby. Here for a good time, not a long time.

🔪🥧🎱🕷️💋⚰️🥀

“J U N O”

“B E D C H E M”

“G O O D G R A C E S”

“1 5 M I N U T E S”

“S H A R P E S T T O O L”

“D U M B & P O E T I C”

“B U S Y W O M A N”

“C O U L D N ’ T M A K E I T A N Y H A R D E R”

“E S P R E S S O”

Sam Winchester, Taurus, loves reading books. Sleeping in, relaxing with a beer, reading his dad’s journal. Likes dogs. Life goal is to save everyone. Currently has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

🌖🧂📚🩸📰🍎🎓

Siren Sounds - part one, part two, part three, part four

“J U N O”

“B E D C H E M”

“G O O D G R A C E S”

“1 5 M I N U T E S”

“S H A R P E S T T O O L”

“D U M B & P O E T I C”

“B U S Y W O M A N”

“C O U L D N ’ T M A K E I T A N Y H A R D E R”

“E S P R E S S O”

Castiel, although we’re quite unsure of his exact age, when he was created, he is an angel in every way. Likes asking Sam and Dean questions, hunting, and meeting new people, staring, car rides (despite being able to fly).He’s been around the block so to speak.

🪽💫🪉🕊��⛲️🍀🕯️

“J U N O”

“B E D C H E M”

“G O O D G R A C E S”

“1 5 M I N U T E S”

“S H A R P E S T T O O L”

“D U M B & P O E T I C”

“B U S Y W O M A N”

“C O U L D N ’ T M A K E I T A N Y H A R D E R”

“E S P R E S S O”

I write for just about anything but if you request something that makes me uncomfortable I’ll just ignore it and block you if I need to !!

[biggietofu]

The Outsiders the Musical the Movie starring Jack Black, Ryan Reynolds, Chris Pratt, Hugh Jackman, Samuel L. Jackson, Adam Sandler, The Rock and Scarlett Johansson