#nighttown

[thefrankshow]

Ulysses In Nighttown

[turbo1019]

No.1900 NightTown🌃 #turbo1019 #patterndesign #pattern #design #surfacepattern #surfacepatterndesigner #textiledesign #textiledesigner #textile #wallpaper #repeatpattern #graphicdesign #adobeillustrator #模様 #パターン #パターン柄 #テキスタイルデザイン #tu10pa #turbo10191900 #nighttown https://www.instagram.com/p/CoY1LV8yOYp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lanternlightersblog]

#Repost @giorgosgiantas • • • • • • Walking in the rain 💙 #nighttown #rainynight #rainynights #nightstreet #nightstreetphotography #rainyday #lesvos #μυτιλήνη #Λέσβος #walkinthecity #walkintherain #Ukrainewillwin #lanternlighter https://www.instagram.com/p/CnVMamcoJeh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tatie-cassy]

[kenbluemoon]

#scenery #bakedsweetpotato #mobilesalesvehicle #wintertraditions 　 #streetsnap #nighttown (Tsubaki, Adachi-ku) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjdIL5Wp7Ng/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[themeatblockade]

[flow010]

For those who know…

[aroace-polyshow]

pjsk will have sick ass covers and then release them as game archives to spite us

[glazedvsion]

why am i better at project sekai drunk this is literally not fair

[emeraldexplorer2]

Carroll O'Connor, Anne Meara and Lucille Patton in rehearsal for the 1958 Off-Broadway production of Ulysses in Nighttown

[salt-apple]

card set for Noncardical! 2 star under cut!

Set is themed after Pathological Facade and Junky Nighttown Orchestra! Event focus is Hyeon-a, the one with buns. Focuses on her fear of attention and simultaneous desire for it. Event also introduces Len Kagamine to the casino sekai, the 2 of clubs!

[lanternlightersblog]

#Repost @discoverysb • • • • • • Ghent, Belgium 2022 #ghent #belgium #night #light #ray #bridge #nighttown #town #old #dark #monochrome #blackandwhite #bw #bnw #urbanphotography #instanight #streetphotography #street #photoofthenight #photoofnight #гент #бельгия #ночь #ночнойгород #фонарь #Ukrainewillwin #lanternlighter https://www.instagram.com/p/ClO_g4tIDwi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[theyey]

intro thing cuz why not 😻

hi im yey, some random person in mid school dying inside 24/7 or not idek. i play project sekai, my fav char is An, second is Mizuki, i play honkai impact 3rd and my favorite char is elysia and 2nd is kiana. i abandoned honkai star rail and genshin cuz they suk in my opinion. feel free to kill me for that idc what you think :)

for not games, well im a hardcore vocaloid fan whos addicted to it to the point i dream about it. one time i had a dream where i sung junky nighttown orchestra wth Nene for some reason. it was fun but i could barely hear myself since u cant scream in dreams.

anyways more vocaloid. i stan flower so hard lol. bAcK iN tHe dAy where i started playing pjsk (my 1.5th introduction to vocaloid) somewhere in april 2023, well i was playing around and i went to villain -> then song vocal change thing and i saw "flower". listened to it and i was like "ew who is this person and who do you think they are to be in this game", i thought. after a long time i googled her and i was like "o". thank u pjsk for introducing me to vocaloid. lol.

anyways that was messy af but yaaaaa idfk

goodbye

[colonellickburger]

The January 8 2001 issue of The New Yorker published “Nighttown,” a portfolio of photographs by Gilles Peress.

[hunting-songs]

Injuries, Old and New Prompts

💔 My muse sees your muse getting hurt but is unable to stop it || D R A M A

Injuries, Old and New Prompts: 💔 My muse sees your muse getting hurt but is unable to stop it ! The concerts last applauses echo still lingered loudly-much too loudly, deafening loudly- in her ears when Senritsu left the discotheque before the rest of the publicum which in contrast to her was still swarming the musicians for autographs. True to her profession as a Music-Hunter, Senritsu visited the Music-bands preformances whenever they were playing near where she was working, but eventually she was hunting Music and not the people behind it, so she left early with the last song still in her ears as a sweet echo like one would have the sweet taste of a dessert on ones tounge after leaving home. Inside it had been warm, hot even, but outside the night was cold and it was lightly raining so that the brigth streetlights reflected bright on the wet conrete and the damp housewalls. The coolness of the night was like a gulp of fresh springwater after the stifling air inside the discotheque. The young woman waved the cool nightair into her hot face, laughing quietly to herself as she peered attentive across the busy street to look for Kurapikas familiar silhouette by one of the shops-it was an odd feeling of hearing the youngers heartbeat clearly just on the other side of the street with the bypassing cars between them like a river of steel, and actually knowing that he was waiting for her since she had asked him if they wanted to go back to the hotel together, but also not beeing able to actually see him. It was this moment, when the woman looked along the other side of the street to find her colleague, that the sound of another pair of approaching footsteps entered her awareness. Senritsus head snapped around promptly. She heard the hasty breathing. She heard the outstretched hands against the air. She heard the focused determination. She heard the Thiefs objective. It only lasted a second- the Thief was aiming for Senritsus bag, hands outstretched and ready to sprint away, and Senritsu knew that she could stop him,she knew that she would only need to use her Nen to harden her body and the Thief would not be able to run her over and take her bag, Senritsu also knew that if she would do that the Thiefs bones would break like glass, so Senritsu made her decision. And the second ended. The next moment the Thief slammed into Senritsus small statue, thowing her to the ground where her head hit hard against the sidewalk,her lips bursted open in a bloody salty gust and her hands slithered over the abrasive asphalt until the skin was red and bloody. The rain burned like acid on her grazed hands. In the same movement, while she was still on the ground the Thief grabbed her bag, shouldered it and sprinted down the street. And he would have been already gone, if it would not have been for another movement coming from the street. Her hectic breathing burned painfully in her throat. Kurapika had seen what had happned. Kurapika had crossed the street. Kurapika was about to set after the thief. The pain in her bursted lip was a second horribly aching heartbeat.

"No!", Senritsus voice was as sharp as a blade and cut through the rain. Kurapika stopped promptly. Even the thief stopped startled for a second. Then the thief continued to sprint down the street to disappear in an alleyway,swallowed by the nightly blackness hanging between the buildings like swallowed by an eager mouth. Senritsu heard the footsteps of the thief become quieter and quieter. Senritsu heard Kurapikas footsteps become louder and louder. Senritsu heard the Thiefs heartbeat disappear in the nighttowns loud heartmelody made of honking cars, voices of people passing over the streets, and in differnt pubs played songs, but even closer she heard Kurapikas heartbeat sing her a song of worry, confusion and a stark rebuke over what she had just done. Or more accurately- what she had not done and what she had not allowed him to do. Like dye the nightlights of the cars and LED-billboards of the shops along the street dyed the rain in all the colours of the rainbow that hit against the blackness of the asphalt. The woman held her sleeve against her bursted lip, the pink fabric was coloured more and more red at every second: "...Please don´t play that song for me, Kurapika. I know that this wasn´t the best solution. But I happen to not be a fan of hurting people. In any possible way." She sighed and stood up, grunting unhappily at the pain in her bruised face, and her grazed hands that felt as if they were skinned. She opned and closed her small hands that were stiff and cold and hurting but eventually not especially bad injured. It did not changed the fact that there was the childish urge to fall back on her butt, sit on the cold, wet asphalt and cry over her hurting hands and bursted lips because those were just the injuries that would have made a child cry the hardest even if they were also the fastest and easiest to heal. Yet in this moment in the cold evening she wished to be a child again because her mother would have pulled her in a warm hug and picked her up and kissed her aching hands and bursted lip. But she was no child anymore, her mother was on the other side of the continent living her own life and right now she needed to be the better and older person, so eventually the woman only forced herself to look up, blink the tears away, smile gently from behind her arm to hide her bloodsmeared lips, and wink- tieredly,much too tieredly to hide it- up to Kurapika: "Now, would you be so kind , be a true gentleman and walk me home, mhmmmmmm?" [ @skarletchains ]