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[dopestudent2093]

No/Faith Studios x PUMA Beisser ​​​

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∴ no faith on Julius [ EREBUS; ] fall winter 2022 (editorial picture) studio artwork - not a collab or official work

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[steadfastermedia]

Every time we cover or release a new project, my mind immediately goes to the numerous phone calls, late nights, and studio sessions throughout the pre-production process. The final dish is always excellent and fun but the preparation of the dish might just be even more fun lol. . . . #blessed #grateful #steadfastermedia #jimmybrown #nofaith #newalbum #videography #sony #sfmlux #luts #colorgrade #color #art #camera #creative #boutique #bayarea #california #love #joy #storytime #digitalstories #goodpeopledogoodthings https://www.instagram.com/p/Cki9CiRpc1G/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[steadfastermedia]

Creating a project is an extremely special moment. In fact, one could even argue that it is a spiritual experience but there’s just something divine about telling the story of the creation. Click the link in the bio to watch the first episode of behind the making of “No Faith”, the new project by Jimmy Brown. . . . #blessed #grateful #steadfastermedia #jimmybrown #nofaith #newalbum #videography #sony #sfmlux #luts #colorgrade #color #art #camera #creative #boutique #bayarea #california #love #joy #storytime #digitalstories #goodpeopledogoodthings https://www.instagram.com/p/CkhJW-qJDkG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[iamchurch-co]

#nofaith #praytothelordoftheharvest #rethinkchurch #timetochange #unlessthelordbuildsthehousethelaborisinvain #cycles #iamchurch https://www.instagram.com/p/CPnaEBMM0mz/?utm_medium=tumblr

[aeipcthy]

    @nofaith​​ asked:  “   ❛   company .   ” 

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄          ∟ [ ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ]

    It’s far too quiet now.   Dead silence makes his ears ring as he sits on the grassy step by the piers, stomach dropped so far down inside him that he thinks he may actually be sick.  And then there she is-- the bringer of the revelation that brought about the downfall of yet another crew he’d come to tolerate-- perhaps even care for? -- And the killer of the sense of, apparently, momentary certainty he’d thought he’d regained in his life.    He’s wallowing. He knows that. He can’t help it though,  and besides-- he deserves a bit of wallowing after what he’d just been forced to do, doesn’t he??   “Don’t.”   he hisses after she settles down beside him; realizing the venom of his tone, yet doing nothing to change it--    “I didn’t do it for you.”  -- he need not-- for it changes all on it’s own amongst his cold, now tumultuous heart, spoiled by an ever-reaching infection of doubt and an uncomfortably familiar sense of aloneness that wraps around his chest and squeezes tightly, and threatens to steal the very air from his lungs.     He shifts, elbows falling forward to rest on his knees; nose crinkled in something akin to disgust. No... He didn’t do it FOR HER. He did it because of her. But no... not for her.  What even was she to him? Nothing. That’s how it would always be-- how it had to be. He didn’t care enough to change that. A snake would starve if it saw the mouse as anything other than a Thing.     No.. Them. He did it for them, even if it seemed counterproductive or didn’t make sense.    “But him--” The leader of that not-so-shabby gang of theirs. He’d been something special alright... the ambition on that man... the lengths of his vision-- 

    He finds difficulty in finding his words;  he did come to care for that man. He admired him greatly, and now he was dead. And that’s just how that had to be, too.  “He just-- he went too far.. Even for me-- and I tell'ye that’s sayin’ something, and THAT was--”  A gesticulating finger curls into a tight fist and bangs once on his thigh.    His lips press together into a tight line, and then... it’s quiet again. The only thing to be heard now, not the yelling and snarling and the sound of bloodshed-- but the now somehow-wrong sound of the seabirds,  the gentle whoosh of the water not but ten feet away.... and the faint tinkle of the windchime still fixed to the door of the boat, half torn from its hinges. He hangs his head, runs his hands over his face, only realizing then that  the blood on his hands had dried, and begun to flake from his palms.      He saved her and only her. The other two were killed right away once the boss had realized Oswin’s feelings on the matter after he’d revealed the plans.  After remembering what kind of a man he was.. and perhaps, after realizing that Oz’s old sense of backwashed piratical “honor” he’d clung to, to this day, would not allow him to pursue such particularly rancid ambitions... No matter how fond he’d been of the man. He’d surprised even Oz with this one.    And maybe his lip does threaten to quiver,  and maybe the pit in his stomach does sink lower upon realizing that he himself was the sole reason of his now being marooned-- left alone and without purpose nor direction once again. That was his own doing.  How long this time would he be left like this?  He had a good thing going-- that man would have seen him far if only he’d bit his tongue and let him do what he wanted.  But... no.   Oswin was not a good man. That old heart of his was incapable of being nurturing or soft.  But at least, he supposed... he wasn’t.... That.   At least he wasn’t quite... entirely evil. “You  should  be  gone already,  girl.” he exhales, all strength drained from his body. Not from the fight, but.... something else, perhaps. It was then that he realized just how profoundly exhausted he was. He tries not to let it show when he peers back over at her, but he’s sure it still bleeds through. He decides... that he doesn’t much care if it does. Nor what she thinks because of it.  “I didn’t save you. And you’re still not safe yet. All I’d done was stop him from doing worse than what I'll do to you, once I get hungry enough.” he spits.      “So lass, if you want to live as much as I do... I recommend we both disappear and not revisit here again.” 

[shotones-archive]

              @nofaith​   /   under cover cop au starter call (raymond)

❛❛   look, i wish i could tell you, man,      but i just moved here a couple of months ago from ohio, so i wouldn’t really consider myself a local, if you know what i mean?   ❜❜