Courtney Barnett and Kurt Vile have collaborated on a forthcoming album and just announced a US tour for 2017. Their back up band is called Sea Lice and includes Janet Weiss (Sleater-Kinney, Wild Flag), Rob Laakso (The Violators, The Swirlies, Mice Parade), Stella Mozgawa (Warpaint) and Katie Harkin (Sky Larkin, touring member of Sleater-Kinney and Wild Beasts). They are set to play three shows in Chicago; Oct. 26 at (surprisingly) Rockefeller Chapel, Oct. 27 at Thalia Hall and Oct. 28 at Empty Bottle.
Can you write a El
Diablo NSFW? Maybe something like reader is Flag’s lil sis and she’s younger
than Diablo so he’s scared he’ll hurt her at first but he ends up being rough? 🔥
a/n: I hope this is what you had in mind. I wound up listening to Shakira’s “Empire” while writing this one and found it really inspiring. Thanks for requesting it! Keep sending me requests, guys! I need to write!
Rating: M (language and smut. Oral, male and female receiving, fingering, NSFW Gifs, and a whole lot of sexy times)
Word Count: 3,000
We’ve All Got Scars
Diablo as he stared out the window at the street below. You’d been asked by
Waller to accompany him on this mission since it was the first one he’d ever
done solo. Flag had demanded to be allowed to come too, but Waller had refused.
“She’s not just
your baby sister, Flag. She’s one of my agents. My agents don’t need handlers.”
Waller had said.
The mission had
been a success and you and Diablo were now just waiting for Waller to send a
helicopter to take you home.
Your phone rang
and you stepped out into the hall to take it.
Waller’s voice pierced through the phone. “The bird we sent to lift the two of
you has been compromised. We need you to lay low for the night. We’ll get you
out of there first thing in the morning.”
You say before hanging up the phone.
You didn’t mind
having to wait; it gave you more time with Diablo. You’d never admit it to
Rick, but you’d had a bit of a thing for the pyrokinetic since you first met
him a few years earlier. This was the first time you two were to be alone for a
period of time without having to worry about work. You planned to take
advantage of it.
Mladý Heinrich Himmler (drží vlajku) s jednotkami SA a Freikorps na barikáde pri ministerstve vojny počas tzv. “Pivného puču”, 9. novembra 1923 v Mníchove. Kompletná zostava zľava doprava: Paul Magnus Weickert, Kitzinger, Himmler (drží vlajku), Seidel-Dittmarsch a Ernst Röhm (s kožušinovým golierom na kabáte, jeho tvár čiastočne prekrýva barikáda).
Young Heinrich Himmler (holding the flag) with SA and Freikorps on the barricades at the Ministry of War during the “Beer Hall Putsch”, November 9, 1923 in Munich. Complete group from left to right: Paul Magnus Weickert, Kitzinger, Himmler (holding the flag), Seidel-Dittmarsch and Ernst Röhm (with fur collar on coat, his face is partially covered by the barricade).
Today Yemeni bodega and restaurant owners across the five boroughs closed up shop in protest. My little corner of Brooklyn has many Arab and Muslim-owned businesses—especially Syrian, Lebanese, and Yemeni (shout-out to my beloved Damascus Bakery!)—so I wasn’t surprised to see several of them shut today, including the one I go to most frequently.
But the streets in my neighborhood were bustling this afternoon: I passed big groups of people holding flags and signs and heading towards Borough Hall, where a solidarity rally would be held this evening. I showed up before the official start time and hundreds of people were already there, packing the steps of Borough Hall and waving American flags. I saw someone say later that they’d never seen so many American flags at a protest, and I’d say the same. It was an endless sea of red, white, and blue.
I’ve always had the privilege to scoff at flag-waving patriotism. Two generations removed from immigration to this country, it’s something I could always take for granted. But I’m hard-pressed to remember a moment where I’ve watched people chant “USA! USA!” and wave American flags and felt so moved. It doesn’t take much for me to cry these days, but still. To embrace a country whose government is actively trying to reject you—to cheer for it wholeheartedly—takes an extraordinary amount of courage.
A man held a sign that said: “Brooklyn my home. Brooklynites my family. United we stand.” Fellow New Yorkers: let’s make sure we fight like hell to let him know that we feel the same way about him.
I really should try to make it downtown for this… never been there for the flag raising even though I’ve been here 17 years now. I do have bills and things that need to be done tomorrow, just not everything is downtown… wish I lived closer to downtown…