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jiliansky-blog · 2 months

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Wake me up. Chapter 5. Who are you?

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 1650

When I made the spell of ice undone, I understood that this witch and the girl were long gone. This was a turn of events that I didn’t expect. This Nightmare will pay for her attack. She dares to attack her own king. Or her dreams and nightmares don’t know who their king is, and she doesn't even know her master. They can be quite dangerous as Corinthians.

And I should find Y\N and that witch before she can do something else.

“Matthew?” you called, his raven.

“Are you alright, boss?” the raven immediately replied to me.

“Yes”, I nodded. “Did you see where they go?”

“To the castle”, he replied. “I don’t think this witch will be kind to Y\N. Are you going to help her?”

For a few moments, I have a desire to leave the girl fight her own demons because of her disobedience. But then I remembered that I had promised to help her. So I can’t leave her. I took a deep breath to calm down.

“Yes, I should”, I said. And then I will wake her up.

“She won’t get into trouble, will she?” he asked.

”I don’t know what you mean”, I replied

“I mean, it wasn’t her fault”, he said.

“It was”, I denied. “She brought us here and made this witch angry. Now I need to come to her rescue”.

“But you love to be a hero”, he admitted.

“What?” I looked at him.

“Lucienne told me..." He wasn’t glad that he said that.

“You shouldn’t talk about me with Lucienne”, I said coldly. “I can turn you into something else. Or take away your voice”.

“We didn’t talk much”, he replied quietly.

“We should go”, I took my sand and appeared near the big palace of ice. It’s time for a witch to know her place.

You were frozen, even in the warm coat of Morpheus. You have already started to miss this grumpy god. He is better than the White witch.

“Are you alone, daughter of Eve?” she asked coldly.

“Yes”, you whispered.

“You’re lying”, she said, hitting me on the cheek. “I know that you are not alone. Tell me, where are all the others?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about”, you said. “My death won’t let you win. And Morpheus will come for me, you will see”.

“Perhaps, but I will see what I can get of you”, she smiled dangerously. “Take her to prison. Perhaps, that will help to talk”.

You tried to resist the dwarf that follows Jadice, but he had a dagger. And can hurt you anytime. And you didn’t plan to die in this world.

“Our queen will make you talk”, he hissed, but he doesn’t look dangerous, except for his dagger. He looked like an angry Christmas dwarf.

“You are a fool”, you said. “You serve the queen, who can kill you if you stop being useful. Do you have any dignity?”

“Shut up!” he shouted at you, but you saw that he looked confused. Then he quickly went away before you could shake his confidence.

“You are the brave one”, you heard the voice and saw the faun.

“You are, Mr. Tumnus," you said. “If you are already here, then you met Lucy”.

“Yes”, he said, looking surprised. “And you are... are you Lucy’s sister?”

“No”, you sighed. “I just appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time. But she thinks that I can be Lucy’s sister”.

“That’s understandable," he said, too. “There weren’t other people in Narnia. Except for Lucy. And now she is in danger”.

“And her family too”, you said.

“Oh”, he said.

Soon the dwarf brought Edmund to our cell. The boy was cute. And he was surprised to see another girl here.

"How did you get here?” he said. “You are... from London?”

“Not quiet”, you said. “But I am a human, yes”.

When you decided to take destiny into your own hands and try to escape. The door suddenly opened, and Morpheus entered the room. He was very angry.

“Morpheus!” you said gladly. “You came!”

“We will talk about it lately," he said coldly. “Now we should go”.

“We should release them," you said. “And what about the witch?”

“We will find her, and I will make her pay for what she tried to do with me”, he said.

“And what about changing the story?” you smiled.

“You are already doing this”, he admitted, looking at Edmund. “So you can release them and take them with us”.

“Good”, you smiled.

“We still need to talk after this”, he said, and your blood runs cold. “You should keep to our agreement. I will wake you up”.

“No, please”, you asked. “Not yet”.

“You got us in trouble”, he hissed.

“And the agreement was about the endangerment of your world”, you remind him.

“You endangered it”, he said. “What would happen if I couldn't break her spell?”

“Morpheus, it’s your world”, you smiled. “As you tell me all the time. No one here can do you too much damage”.

“She turned me into the ice sculpture," he insisted.

“And you are here”, you said. “In an hour or so”.

He looked at you for a minute, like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to kill you or to agree with you. Then he sighed with exhaustion and rubbed his nose.

“And I’m sorry”, you said. You didn’t want to argue with him anymore. He came here after all. “I didn’t know this would happen”.

“We should go”, he looked at you with suspicious. And then he freed Faun and Edmund. We were a little bit confused by your conversation.

Morpheus doesn’t talk to you. He was angry. But then he took your hand, and you thought that he would wake you up.

“What are you going to do?” you asked.

“We will go where the witch is”, he said.

“We need to bring Edmund to his family”, you said. “They won’t survive. They are too weak”.

“I’m not a teleport for you”, he said.

“Just one time, please?” you asked. "To Aslan’s camp. And then we return here to face a very surprised witch”.

“Very well”, he said. “Get them”.

You could reassure Edmund and Tumnus to trust you, and all of you would go to the camp. The spring has already come to Narnia too.

Morpheus came to talk to Aslan. And it was a strange feeling again. There are two gods in one world. Or dream? You were too deep in your thoughts and didn’t hear how someone approached you.

“Thank you for saving my brother and my friend”, said a girl. It was Lucy and you smiled at her. “It was very brave”.

“You’re welcome”, you smiled. “But I suppose now the course of your adventure will take another turn”.

“I don’t know what you are talking about”, she said. “But I didn’t know that another human girl appears in Narnia”.

“I didn’t expect it too”, you smiled.

“Who is talking to Aslan?” she asked.

“Em, my friend”, you replied. “His name is Morpheus. He is quite angry now and wants to revenge White witch”.

“It will save us a battle”, she smiled but sadly.

You understand that if you defeat Jadice, then they won’t grow through battle. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. You need to talk to Morpheus.

Finally, he showed up from the tent. Both, Morpheus and Aslan approached you. Aslan looked at you like he also knows something that you don’t.

“You need to remember everything, child, if you want to heal and return home”, he said suddenly. “It’s not your time to stay here”.

“I don’t want home”, you sighed.

"Eventually, you will return," he replied, going to Pevensie’s.

You looked at Morpheus, waiting for his comment. But he pouts and isn't definitely in a good mood.

“What were you talking about?” you asked.

“He said that I shouldn’t take revenge on her”, he replied. “She will be eventually punished”.

“Oh”, you said. “I want to tell you about it too. It can definitely change the story”.

“So, are we finished?” he asked, looking at me.

“Not yet”, you smiled. “Did you notice that we visit only the beginning of stories? We should continue them”.

“I should know”, he sighed.

“Listen”, you sighed too. “You shouldn’t follow me. It’s my journey, and I will try my best not to do harm to your world”.

“No, I can’t let you get yourself in trouble again," he said.

“Let’s go with them for now”, you smiled. “We deserved a little rest”.

Morpheus

I didn’t even know why I listened to her, when she said not to wake her up. And I don’t know why I agreed to follow her to the camp. Death would find my situation very amusing. And then I caught myself in the thought. I didn’t recall my imprisonment. Or my other problems. Perhaps, Lucienne was right to send me here. Perhaps.

“Are you alright?” Y\N asked and gave me some fruits.

“I don’t need food”, I replied.

“It doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy it”, you said, smiling. “And you didn’t answer my questions. You looked lost in thoughts”.

“Why I shouldn’t be fine?” I replied.

“You didn’t use to nightmares, who attacks you”, she admitted. “Don’t worry; I’m sure that won’t happen again”.

“I’m not so sure”, I said. “You created these nightmares and dreams, and they don’t even listen to you. They are uncontrollable”.

“I don’t understand”, she looked sincerely confused.

“They should know that they can’t treat you like this”, he said. “Or they will destroy you. You shouldn’t have this power at all”.

“You care about me”, was her ridiculous answer.

“I care about my world”, he said. “If you do whatever you want here, I don’t know what it will cause”.

“What do you want me to do?” she sighed.

“Take a control of your doings”, I replied. “Or both of us will be in danger”.

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Keep A Close Eye | Corinthian x nb!reader

Anonymous asked: Corinthian x angel!reader

He thinks he can fix the Corinthian but uno reverse he ends up falling (in multiple ways) for him :)

summary: sent to keep an eye on the Corinthian, you can't say you're exactly surprised when you develop certain feelings that an angel should never feel for a nightmare.

tws: mentions of murder and violence, swearing, smoking

You were assigned to keep an eye on the Corinthian, as a being with similar phsyical power to the Endless - although not quite as strong as them - it was easy for you to get in his good books; he has you down in two seconds. An angel with a soft spot for the mortals' rock and metal music and their horror films. Corinthian had you pinned down to a T in seconds; he didn't mind you hanging around, though, he quite liked your company and he thought it was funny to tease you here and there. He liked having you around, he liked it when you sat in the passenger seat of his Mustang and you felt the wind between your fingertips and sang along to CDs he had in his car; he didn't think he would ever hear 'Girls, Girls, Girls' by Mötley Crüe sung so beautifully ever again. He didn't think he'd hear the words with such passion and joy that it made him grin.

You weren't just there to keep an eye on him, though, admittedly, you had always had your curiosity about the nightmare; you had always been quite curious about humanity, too. You felt more at home with the term nonbinary than their other terms, and when you told Corinthian, he immediately switched to what you liked; maybe humanity was rubbing off on him, maybe he wasn't as much of a dick as everyone had told you. He was... good, really; you were certain that if he was given the time and patience and kindness... maybe he would actually stop killing. Maybe.

Still, those nights where you wandered around the empty streets and holding onto his arm and leaning into his side and sharing earbuds, listening to Mötley Crüe - he seemed to really like that one band - were probably some of the best nights you had ever had; the nights where he would pull you under a bus stop and he would sit on the red bench with his legs spread and keep you between them, his hands on your sides as he watched you so closely, so carefully, as you lit up a cigarette. "My angel," he would whisper under his breath, not wanting you to hear it, "all mine".

You wished. You really, really, wished that was the truth, but you knew it could never happen; he was a nightmare, he killed for pleasure, he killed because he enjoyed it and he liked it. You were an angel, you were meant to protect, you were made to keep things safe and sound. You weren't like him. But you helped him in the end; you managed, at least, to steer him towards those who deserved it. Such as the prince who had been hanging around with child abusers. You pointed him towards those who really did deserve it, if you couldn't get him to stop, you could at least make sure he wasn't going after people who didn't deserve it.

Your wings were clipped, so to speak, as when you were asked when you were going to return, you couldn't give a straight answer; you didn't want to leave him. You couldn't. He was... he was good. He was good, really. You just had to rewrite an ending that would fit; you had to change the story. You couldn't give him back to the Endless.

Still, you weren't shy, not really, and as you laid on your stomach on the bed, you stretched your wings out; great brown feathers a stage for the dancing golden light that streamed in through the cracks in the curtains. Some old rock song on the speaker as you watched the Corinthian.

"Y'know, angel," he started, "we make a pretty good team."

You dared to laugh a little as you shrugged. "Not a likely duo is it, though? An angel and a nightmare? Might as well be a dog and a snake."

"We still make a good team," he told you, coming over and pressing a glass of iced coffee into your hand as he dared to smile. He never could stop looking at you. The way you looked when you were so relaxed... that was his favourite.

When you were relaxed and your wings were out and he could run his fingers along the brown feathers, reminding him of a long eared owl in both looks and texture, knowing he was the only one who was allowed to do such a thing, knowing that you only trusted him to touch your wings; the way you groaned and squirmed into his touch. The lazy smiles. That was always his favourite.

"Maybe I ought to stick around," you mused. "If we make such a good team."

Moving to kneel in front of you, Corinthian didn't waste time, his hand on your jaw as he cleared his throat and groaned softly. "I never thought I'd meet an angel I actually liked."

"And yet here I am," you chuckled. "Although, I never thought I'd meet a serial killer I actually liked... a lot."

"A lot?" He quirked a brow, pouting his lips a little. "Did I just hear an angel say that they like a nightmare a lot?"

"Oh, shove off," you laughed, playfully shoving his face with your free hand as you moved to sit up, the ruffle of your feathers creating a slight breeze like someone had left the ceiling fan on its lowest setting for a moment. "You have any idea of how much fucking shit I could get into if I was..."

"Who cares?" Corinthian scoffed. "We're not there. We're here, with the mortals. Who's gonna know, angel?"

"I guess you got a point," you nodded. "Are you sure that you can stay tied down, though? I know you have an appetite for-"

"I'm sure," he nodded, gently tracing the top of your wing just to make you shiver. "If you are."

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cha0ticr0b0tic · 2 years

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I did a pretty good job Corinthianposting last week so I’m continuing with it:

Consider Corinthian as cool older bro/cousin to Jed, letting him have all the ice cream and chicken fingers he can possibly consume (Corinthian himself knows a thing or two about eating)

When he kills Barnaby and Clarice, obviously it’s because there can be no witnesses, but also don’t you think he knows a thing or two about (in his mind) unreasonable authority figures? When he tells Jed about getting first-named only when you’re in trouble, don’t you think he’s speaking from experience?

Obviously Corinthian is damaged and damaging, and at the end of the day we’re meant to share Dream’s displeasure with the way things turned out, but haven’t most of us been sixteen, with our parents disappointed in something we did, so we cover up how we feel with a smart-ass comment? Corinthian is Dream’s Monster, his Thing of Darkness, who was never supposed to get off the leash, a creation who should’ve never been allowed that much independence. And that’s what makes him such a good villain. He’s abhorrent and I’m not here to romanticize him (in the same way that we shouldn’t romanticize true crime). But, there’s just enough relatability in this inhuman creation to make me want more.

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korinthiakos · 1 year

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@narratiologist has sent this in: [ CORINTHIAN II ] : ❝ All that matters is that you’re all right. ❞ ( The Second, despite being irritated at the First's continuous needs for the kills, can not help but be worried for him after his murder plan almost went south. They can certainly use some ice cream treats after all of this mess. ) ♡ | you (season 4) starters. ( accepting !! )

With a flourish, the rag was out to slide across the bloodied blade. All that matters is that you're all right. What a laugh. It went well in the end, did it not? The Corinthian's plan went south, but it's the kill that counts. We do not kill for profit; we kill to kill. Those words rang true, and perhaps the other needs to re-learn from their past.

"Don't get soft on me now. If I bleed, I'll bleed. It's a choice to bleed blood than sand. It takes years for you to emulate the feeling. But it's somethin'. Come on. You want ice cream? My treat. Well. This fella's treat. He had some coupons."

#[ answered. — you called forth a dream ; you caught yourself a nightmare ]#[ v. main — the nightmare unleashed ]#narratiologist #( !!! )#( i'm trying to remember what thing we had so long ago )#( second corinthian got stuck with the first corinthian right??? )

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insomniamamma · 2 years

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thanks for tagging me @oonajaeadira ❤️

Tag some mutuals you want to get to know better! Copy and paste into a new post--don't reblog please!

Favourite time of the year: Fall. My optimal ambient temperature is about 65 degrees. I love when it cools off enough that I am not a constant ball of sweat. I love when it's cool enough for hoodies and maybe needing an extra blanket at night. I also love the way the air smells when the leaves start to turn. Halloween! Crunchy leaves! My husband and I both have fall birthdays, so that's also nice.

Comfort food: Spaghetti and meatballs. Spaghetti sauce with meatballs is one of my favorite things to cook. I also put some Italian sausage in there.To do it right, you've got to cook it low and slow for hours. It makes the house smell sooooo good. The hubby and son are perfectly content with leftovers so I usually make a pretty big batch. And really, is there anything in life better than a nice pile of pasta drowning in sauce?

Favourite dessert: Pie. Pretty much any kind of pie. I learned how to make pies around the time I quit smoking. This was almost 20 years ago, but I remember everything just tasting amazing. It was a delicious mistake. I was the one who quit smoking but me and the hubby both gained weight. I mostly save them for the holidays now. I love a slice of warm from the oven apple pie with a scoop of good quality vanilla ice cream and maybe a bit of sharp cheddar cheese.

Things you collect: Rocks, fossils, bones, feathers and shells. I can't go anywhere in nature without coming home with a pocket full of rocks.

Favourite drink: Diet Dr. Pepper

Favourite musical artist: This is so hard. Right now I am going to call it a tie between Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds and David Bowie.

Last song you listened to: Golden State-- Eddie Vedder & Natalie Maines

Last movie you watched: I haven't sat down and watched a movie in a while. Might have been a Prospect re-watch.

Last series you watched: The Sandman.

Series you’re currently watching: Crash Course Geography. It's a show on youtube. The episodes are only about 15 minutes a pop but I feel like I've learned more about geography from this show than I ever did in high school.

Current obsession: Pedro Pascal (obviously), The Sandman, especially The Corinthian. WTF. I did not need another hot villain in my life. Dominion, the card game. We've been teaching my son how to play. We've only got the first edition base game, but that has plenty of repeat play-ability on its own. My son is 8 and he regularly kicks the shit out of us at Dominion. He got the basic mechanics after like two hands and now he routinely clobbers us. It's interesting because he will do things that look like they should absolutely not work and then when it's time to count up the victory points he's absolutely kicked our asses. It makes me feel like I'm raising him right, or at least, that he is succeeding despite me.

Dream place to visit: Ireland, Scotland, Germany. These are places where my family has roots and I would like to see them first hand.

A place you’ve been that you want to go back to: Tokyo. Kenai, Alaska. Joshua Tree. Maui.

Something you want: For it to get cold enough to kill the mosquitos. I can't even hang out with my outside cat without turning into chuck steak. Also about 8 more hours in each day.

Currently working on: Halloween costume research. My son wants to be The Mandalorian (YAY!) He wanted to be Luke Skywalker and then he saw a pre-made Mandalorian costume at Sam's Club and he was like "If you don't think you can make one more realistic we can always buy this one." *cracks knuckles* are you challenging me little boy? He wants to be Mando, he's cast my husband as Cobb Vanth (hubs would make a fantastic Cobb Vanth) and he wants me to be Cara Dune. So I've got some work to do lol. Also I've been working on a Liminal AU fic and a Din Djarin x insecure!reader fic.

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achtung-attitude · 4 years

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CHAPTER 23: Abraxas - Part 1

Moya is thinking about the ocean when Shizuka finds her, standing alone on the grass beneath the overpass between Post Way and Sepulveda Boulevard, just beyond the terminal complex. “What are you doing here?” Shizuka asks, with a serious expression.

Moya looks at her. “... Getting out of the sun. What are you doing here?”

“I told Jerome to go on without me. I felt… I needed to talk to you.”

“... What is there to talk about? You asked for the truth and I gave it to you.”

“You did. I just wanted to say that I’m grateful…”

“Grateful? All I did was give you bad news.”

“It was the truth. I hope I can rely on you going forward, but I understand if you can’t- ”

Moya squints at her. “What are you talking about? Going forward? Towards what? You’re not… you’re not seriously still going after T’onga, are you? After what I told you!?”

“... You know why I’m in LA.”

“To reunite with your mom! To… reconcile with her, be a family or whatever! Right? I thought I made it clear, that is not going to happen! Not with T’onga, not ever.”

“That’s ok.”

Moya stops, and frowns. “... What?”

“That’s ok,” Shizuka says, candidly, “I’ve known since I got here that my mom might not be a good person. She might even be an evil person. That doesn’t matter, because I don’t want anything you said from her. I already have a family. All I want… all I need from her is the truth. About who I am, where I came from. So that the dark spot from the beginning of my life can finally be brought into the light.”

Moya stares at her. “... You’re not going to give up, are you?”

“Nope!”

Moya stares at her, for a long time. For a while, she can think of nothing to say. Finally she declares, “I’ve got enough nightmares. Seeing you get killed would send me over the edge. I’ll see this through with you, as far as I can.”

“Y-you will?” Shizuka asks, her smile returning.

“Yeah. Of course, it’s easier said than done. I wasn’t lying before, there are players in the Congregation that are beyond dangerous. I don’t know how much I’ll be able to help. Plus, with Tarantula dead and me AWOL, they will be coming down on us. Hard… What’s so funny?”

Grinning, Shizuka shakes her head. “The last time you told me that, that was the exact moment Tarantula showed up!”

“That was just bad timing—!” she begins, then trails off. In the distance, coming up Sepulveda is a sight that makes her blood run cold. She quickly steps in front of Shizuka, to her confusion.

It is a gleaming white Cadillac limousine with silver hubcaps which seem to glow like ultraviolet lamps in the intense glare of the sun. On the hood is a large silver ornament in the shape of a swooping eagle, light gleaming off its metal talons. It slows as it approaches them, stopping right in the middle of traffic, forcing a trail of cars to stop and raises a chorus of angry beeping.

To this tune, the occupant of the vehicle steps out. She must duck her head low to fit out of the door, and when she stands at her full height, the beeping gradually fades out. Like something pulled from ancient folklore, she stands as large as life itself, clad in silver and blue, her face covered by a mask decorated with white flames.

“Phantasma…” Moya says in a harsh whisper.

Phantasma stares at her, her gaze like a hail of bullets. “Moya. You helped to kill Tarantula. You’ve betrayed me.” The woman in the blue mask raises her right hand. WITCH MOUNTAIN flickers in and out of being behind its users, but Moya herself does not move an inch. Deliberately, Phantasma points at her and says one word: “Challenge.”

Moya winces and shuts her eyes, looking down. She clenches her fists, then releases them and her breath in a shaky sigh. “Challenge accepted,” she replies.

“Huh?” Shizuka says as Phantasma lowers her finger and strides back to her limousine. “I’m sorry, what’s happening now? Moya, is… is that really the lady you mentioned back at the mansion? The… your boss? Why is she wearing a mask? ...Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“... I gotta go… I’m sorry,” Moya says, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She looks straight ahead at the limousine, of which Phantasma has left the door open. The masked woman sits inside, waiting.

“Go? Go where? You can’t be serious…! If that’s really the woman you were talking about, then … I don’t know what her, like, deal is, but I can tell she’s strong just by looking at her! You can’t go alone…!”

“NO!” Moya snaps, turning her head furiously to Shizuka. “You are NOT coming! You are not going ANYWHERE near that woman!” Shizuka is struck dumb by the sudden outburst. “I have to do this alone, and you will stay right here. You are not strong enough to fight her. I won’t have your murder on my hands, got it!? … Goodbye.”

Moya turns away, giving Shizuka no option to not get it, and stomps to the limo. She clambers inside and looks at the Joestar girl once more, making sure she is still standing there, before shutting the door. It slams shut and echoes around the interior. It sounds like a coffin nailed shut.

Phantasma taps on the glass dividing them and the drivers side, signalling the chauffeur to move. The interior of the Cadillac is immaculate, the upholstery lined with rich Corinthian leather, and the whole cabin is made as cool as a tropical lagoon by the air-conditioning. Moya shivers, but also sweats. She sits hunched over in her seat, hands clasped tightly between her knees. She keeps her eyes on her feet, away from Phantasma sitting across from her, legs crossed.

The masked woman presses in a leather-clad panel in between the fine seating, and this opens to reveal miniature drinks cabinet. She takes a bottle of tequila and pours it into two gleaming crystal glass tumblers, then presents one of them right in front of Moya’s face. She says nothing.

Slowly, Moya takes it, fighting hard to keep her hand from shaking. She feels as though the air itself is crushing her.

“Salud,” Phantasma says, raising her glass and sipping on the alcohol.

Moya raises her own glass and downs the fiery liquid, holding it in both hands. She stares at the glass. The tinted windows make it impossible to tell which way they’re going.

“How long?” Phantasma asks.

“... How long what?”

“How long have you been a traitor?”

“... How do you know that I am? Maybe I was there to help Tarantula.”

“Tarantula himself long suspected your loyalties were in question. He came to me some time ago, but I dismissed him. Promised to kill him should he doubt you once more. But now he is dead, and my sources confirm witnessing you assisting in his murder, on the rooftop of the C-King mansion.”

“Alright. Then maybe we found the place together. And maybe, we figured out they were the wrong guys, but Tarantula felt like killing them all anyway, because he was a fucking lunatic who turned on me when I tried to stop him. Or maybe I was just tired of his shit.”

“Maybe,” Phantasma says, “but that isn’t the truth.”

“... No, it’s not.”

A heartbeat passes in silence. “How long?”

“... 6 years.”

Further beats pass. The ice in Phantasma’s glass clinks. “... 6 years…”

Moya nods, sitting back in her and looking off to the side.

“... Since you came back…”

Wordlessly, Moya slowly pulls her badge from her back pocket, presenting it to Phantasma like a naughty child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. The masked woman reaches over, taking the badge from her hand and studies it. Her expression cannot be discerned, but Moya believes she sees the corners of her mouth twitch downward. That is all. She tosses the badge to the side, losing interest. She opens her mouth, then closes it, then takes another sip of her drink. Then, “... And that… girl, in the face-paint? How does she fit into this? I doubt she’s your superior. Much too young, and… liberal…”

“She doesn’t fit into this,” Moya says quickly, “You must promise to leave her be.”

Phantasma stares at her. “Must I?”

Moya swallows once. “… She stumbled her way into our world, chasing fantasies. Just some little girl who started clinging to me after I showed her a bit of kindness. She had no part in Tarantula’s death… or my betrayal.”

The masked woman leans forward in her seat. “Tarantula’s murder. Do you feel nothing for the loss of, if not a friend, then a comrade?”

Moya grimaces, then forces herself to lean forward, meeting Phantasma’s eyes. “Tarantula was evil, and he knew that someday, somebody would take him. The last words out of his mouth was a prayer to his bloody idol. He got what he wanted. He had no regrets… And neither do I.”

This hangs in the air. The two women glare at each other for some time, each waiting for the other to break the eye contact. Like gun-fighters, waiting to see who will make the first move.

It turns out to be Phantasma. Slowly, she reaches her hand into her jacket and produces a silver cigar case. She takes a cigar from inside and lights it, inhaling deeply and releasing a cloud of thick grey smoke, swiftly dissipated by the air-conditioning.

“You and I,” she begins, “were once… very close. And I do not forget, even when others do… In memory of that bond, the final kindness I do for you is to honor your request. While I live, no harm will come to that girl.”

Moya sighs shakily, and bows her head. “... Muchas gracias…”

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #achtung attitude #shizuka joestar #moya pezzente #phantasma juarez #ch23

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For the week of 11 November 2019

Quick Bits:

Batman & The Outsiders #7 throws some further ramifications of Ra’s al Ghul and his minions meddling with Duke and Sofia. Some particularly disturbing transformations going on with Duke that should be interesting. The level of intrigue that Bryan Hill is keeping in the story is gripping.

| Published by DC Comics

The Batman’s Grave #2 is another excellent issue. A little more packed with action than the first one, allowing Bryan Hitch to cut loose with some of the sequences. Also, I’m loving the humour that Warren Ellis is giving us between Alfred and Bruce. That acerbic wit is something we’ve seen from Alfred a lot and Ellis just nails the voice.

| Published by DC Comics

Battlepug #3 is more fun from Mike Norton, Allen Passalaqua, and Crank! Some really nice stuff here as Bryony cuts loose on Nobody’s Ponies. I absolutely love the mix of traditional sword and sorcery storytelling with rather over-the-top humour that basically lampoons it at the same time.

| Published by Image

Black Cat Annual #1 is a fun tale of a heist on the Maggia by Black Cat and Spider-Man from Jed MacKay, Joey Vazquez, Natacha Bustos, Juan Gedeon, Brian Reber, and Ferran Delgado. It features the usual humour and action that we see in the series and I quite like how the artists are broken up each following one particular aspect of the story. Though it’s all one narrative, it gives a nice differing feel to each part.

| Published by Marvel

Black Hammer / Justice League: Hammer of Justice #5 concludes what has been an excellent series from Jeff Lemire, Michael Walsh, and Nate Piekos. Ultimately, this has reminded me of the old JLA/JSA crossovers of old, and just feels great as an overall story. Plus the possibility of seeing a sequel.

| Published by Dark Horse & DC Comics

Black Panther and the Agents of Wakanda #3 begins “God Loves, Moon Kills”, another two-parter for this series, from Jim Zub, Lan Medina, Craig Yeung, Marcio Menyz, Federico Blee, and Joe Sabino. I love this story format, giving us essentially quick-hit missions dealing with a problem and then moving on. It’s yielded some pretty tight storytelling and some fascinating situations.

| Published by Marvel

Black Stars Above #1 is another incredible debut for Vault, with Lonnie Nadler, Jenna Cha, Brad Simpson, and Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou delivering an incredibly deep and unique horror story. It centres around a young woman in a family of fur traders, as the trade itself begins to die in Canada, and it’s impressive as to how real the characters and their struggle feels. The artwork from Cha and Simpson is exquisite.

| Published by Vault

Buffy + Angel: Hellmouth #2 continues Buffy and Angel’s descent through hell. It’s much more cerebral than you’d expect, with the demons trying to get into Buffy and Angel’s respective heads in order to manipulate and destroy them. Plus, a rather interesting surprise. Jordie Bellaire, Jeremy Lambert, Eleonora Carlini, Cris Peter, and Ed Dukeshire are doing some great work with the core of this event.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Collapser #5 somehow gets even stranger in this penultimate issue as Liam creates a “perfect” world to run away from the problems he’s having in the real world. The real world bleeding through and a revelation of his girlfriend’s true intentions just ratchet up the strangeness further. Mikey Way, Shaun Simon, Ilias Kyriazis, Cris Peter, and Simon Bowland are just doing amazing work here.

| Published by DC Comics / Young Animal

Detective Comics #1015 takes an interesting turn as Nora decides that she likes being a villain. Through this, Peter J. Tomasi is definitely showing an interesting side to Mr. Freeze, emphasizing again that he’s a rather conflicted villain, only doing the various heinous actions to save his wife. Who now doesn’t need him.

| Published by DC Comics

Doctor Mirage #4 features more incredibly beautiful, inventive artwork from Nick Robles and Jordie Bellaire. The visual storytelling as Shan faces the Embalmer is just incredible. Magdalene Visaggio, Robles, Bellaire, and Dave Sharpe continue to deliver magic with this penultimate issue.

| Published by Valiant

Edgar Allan Poe’s Snifter of Terror: Season Two #2 is another entertaining issue. The lead tale from Tom Peyer, Greg Scott, Lee Loughridge, and Rob Steen has traditional EC Comics horror vibes, as a scientist tries to communicate with our worm overlords. In one of the comics back-ups Mark Russell, Peter Snejbjerg, and Steen revisit the world of the breakfast cereal monsters. And there’s the usual prose pieces, poetry, and Hunt Emerson’s Black Cat.

| Published by Ahoy

Event Leviathan #6 concludes this series from Brian Michael Bendis, Alex Maleev, and Josh Reed. How much you enjoy it will hinge on how much you enjoy Maleev’s art and the realization that most of this tale is about moving one person off the board and the reveal of Leviathan to set up further stories. Also, Bendis paints a Batman who is ridiculously terrible at hiding his secret identity.

| Published by DC Comics

Fallen Angels #1 is the final new first issue of this first wave of “Dawn of X” titles and in many ways it’s more personal than the other X-titles, even Excalibur, delving into Psylocke (the former Kwannon, not Betsy Braddock) and her past. Bryan Hill, Szymon Kudranski, Frank D’Armata, and Joe Sabino deliver an interesting story with hooks on the darker side of the X-world, including some ominous bits from Magneto and Sinister, but I question the inclusion of X-23 and Cable. They don’t exactly seem to fit the roles they’ve been put into here.

| Published by Marvel

Family Tree #1 is a phenomenal debut from Jeff Lemire, Phil Hester, Eric Gapstur, Ryan Cody, and Steve Wands. This first issue perfectly captures that insidious nature of family drama mixed with creeping terror and body horror as a bizarre plague begins spreading across America.

| Published by Image

Far Sector #1 is one of the most impressive debuts I’ve read in a long time. NK Jemisin, Jamal Campbell, and Deron Bennett create a rich new world in the City Enduring and a compelling character in the new Green Lantern, Sojourner Mullein. The murder mystery that ties everything together is just the icing on the cake. Incredible world-building here and drop dead gorgeous artwork. Do not miss this.

| Published by DC Comics / Young Animal

The Flash #82 is part one of “Rogues’ Reign” from Joshua Williamson, Rafa Sandoval, Jordi Tarragona, Arif Prianto, and Steve Wands. It features a Central City taken over by the Rogues, transformed into their own personal playgrounds, as the Flash is nowhere to be found. It’s not bad, but the amount you’re going to like it may be relative to how much you’re also enjoying “City of Bane” and the recently concluded similar arc involving the Trickster.

| Published by DC Comics

Folklords #1 is off to a fantastic start from Matt Kindt, Matt Smith, Chris O’Halloran, and Jim Campbell. It starts off with a precocious kid in a fantasy world who’s been having visions of what essentially amounts to our world, whose quest sets out a rather draconian lockdown on their society when the Librarians rein in everyone from illicit action, like finding the Folklords. Highly recommended.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Forgotten Home #2 reveals more about Jannada, its history and society, and how an unjust queen was brought to rule through racial warfare. Love the artwork from Marika Cresta and Matt Emmons.

| Published by Vices Press

Gideon Falls #18 unleashes the Laughing Man on reality in part two of “The Pentoculus”. Jeff Lemire, Andrea Sorrentino, Dave Stewart, and Steve Wands are beautifully unfolding this twisted and horrific flower of a story.

| Published by Image

Gotham City Monsters #3 adds another element of DC lore to the series as Melmoth claims a particular prize. I really quite like how Steve Orlando, Amancay Nahuelpan, Trish Mulvihill, and Tom Napolitano are pulling together disparate bits of Gotham and beyond to craft this story.

| Published by DC Comics

Guardians of the Galaxy #11 is the penultimate issue of this series from Donny Cate, Cory Smith, Victor Olazaba, David Curiel, and Cory Petit. It’s basically a big fight between the remaining Guardians and everyone else. It doesn’t go so well.

| Published by Marvel

Hawkman #18 takes a somewhat different approach to Hawkman’s infection than what we’ve seen of the others so far. Rather than being a dark reflection of Hawkman’s own desires, he’s taken over by an Earth-3 incarnation in Sky Tyrant. Robert Venditti, Pat Olliffe, Tom Palmer, Jeremiah Skipper, and Richard Starkings & Comicraft instead use that to play the spirit of our Hawkman against.

| Published by DC Comics

Hit-Girl: Season Two #10 is part two of “India”. The artwork from Alison Sampson and Tríona Farrell is impressive, given an amazing level of detail to bringing Mumbai to life. Brutal and rich in colour.

| Published by Image

House of Whispers #15 takes a new twist as the Corinthian finds the House of Watchers, takes over, and everything changes. Nalo Hopkinson, Dan Watters, Dominike “Dono” Stanton, Zac Atkinson, and AndWorld Design kick off some new terrors as even Erzulie’s status quo is upended, and we get another guest appearance of John Constantine’s homecoming.

| Published by DC Comics - Black Label / The Sandman Universe

Invaders #11 pushes deeper into Steve and Namor’s history and relationship, as Steve refuses to give up on his old friend. There’s some very heavy, very good character work here as we head into the final issue. Chip Zdarsky, Carlos Magno, Butch Guice, Alex Guimarães, and Travis Lanham continue to astonish at the incredibly high bar they’ve set for this story.

| Published by Marvel

Justice League Odyssey #15 is a fun tale from Dan Abnett, Will Conrad, Rain Beredo, Pete Pantazis, and AndWorld Design. Jessica Cruz leading a rag tag band of villains (and Orion) against Darkseid and the previous JLO turned evil is unfolding as a very entertaining story with some interesting twists. Also, Dex-Starr is awesome.

| Published by DC Comics

Morbius #1 isn’t a bad start from Vita Ayala, Marcelo Ferreira, Roberto Poggi, Dono Sánchez-Almara, and Clayton Cowles. This first issue is largely just action as Morbius sets out on his quest to cure himself, again, but it’s not bad. The art from Ferreira, Poggi, and Sánchez-Almara is very nice.

| Published by Marvel

Oblivion Song #21 continues the slowburn investigation and reconnaissance of the Faceless Men’s base, as Marco tries to map it out and discover where they’re holding all of the people who decided to stay in Oblivion. Gorgeous artwork from Lorenzo De Felici and Annalisa Leoni as we see more of the Faceless Men’s technology.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Psi-Lords #6 does a bit more world-building as we find out more about the Psi-Lords and the Starwatchers, even as the four Earthers are beset by the other Marked in a bizarre farce of a trial. Fred Van Lente, Renato Guedes, and Dave Sharpe are telling a pretty great sci-fi adventure tale here. It largely stands alone in the greater Valiant universe framework and deserves more attention than its getting.

| Published by Valiant

Punisher: Soviet #1 is another welcome return to the Punisher by Garth Ennis, stepping back into Frank’s adventures like he never left. Ennis, Jacen Burrows, Guillermo Ortego, Nolan Woodard, and Rob Steen deliver a brutal and bloody beginning as Frank chases down someone who everyone seems to think is him.

| Published by Marvel / MAX

Reaver #5 is a fairly impressive spotlight for Breaker as he does what he really didn’t want to do again in order to help his “friends”. Justin Jordan, Rebekah Isaacs, Alex Guimarães, and Clayton Cowles present a number of twists and surprises in one of the most brutal issues yet.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Ronin Island #8 sees the remaining islanders largely stand together as they try to both stand up to and flee from the Shogun’s soldiers and madness. With a terrible occurrence that looks like it’s going to cause even more problems for the survivors. Giannis Milonogiannis and Irma Kniivila’s art continues to be everything.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Sea of Stars #5 very nicely puts the pieces together as a disconsolate Gil has been captured and basically given up thinking Kadyn dead is brought to the world where his son is about to be gutted. Jason Aaron, Dennis Hallum, Stephen Green, Rico Renzi, and Jared K. Fletcher are telling an incredible story here and this issue throws even more twists at the reader.

| Published by Image

Seven Days #2 unfolds some of the fallout of people learning that they only have seven days left, as the superhero community is enlisted to try to stop whatever the shiny harbinger things are. Gail Simone, José Luís, Jonas Trinidade, Michelle Madsen, and Saida Temofonte are continuing to build an intriguing story here as we get more and more of the breadth of the Catalyst Prime universe.

| Published by Lion Forge / Catalyst Prime

Superman #17 is kind of a housekeeping issue from Brian Michael Bendis, Kevin Maguire, Paul Mounts, and Dave Sharpe, acting as a prologue to “The Truth”. A bit of reflection on the Unity Saga, Event Leviathan, and Year of the Villain.

| Published by DC Comics

Tales from the Dark Multiverse: Blackest Night #1 might well be the best of these one-shots yet. Tim Seeley, Kyle Hotz, Dexter Vines, Walden Wong, Danny Miki, David Baron, Allen Passalaqua, and Tom Napolitano give us a bleak look at a world where Sinestro chose not to share the power of the White Lantern light and essentially everything fell to Nekron and the Black Lanterns. It’s a very unique take on the zombie apocalypse on its own, made more interesting as a fallen Sinestro, Lobo, and Dove try to save this universe. The art from Hotz, Vines, Wong, Miki, Baron, and Passalaqua is perfect.

| Published by DC Comics

Trees: Three Fates #3 continues to build up the weird atmosphere from last issue, then turns around and focuses on more of the gritty aspects of Oleg, Mik, and Nina. Gorgeous artwork all throughout from Jason Howard and Dee Cunniffe.

| Published by Image

Triage #3 shifts to Commander Marco’s reality as the group flee from the Hunter. I really like what Phillip Sevy and Frank Cvetkovic have been doing with this story. Great high concept, but the interpersonal relationships are where it’s really at.

| Published by Dark Horse

Usagi Yojimbo #6 is a beautiful updating and embellishment of the very first story of Usagi from Albedo by Stan Sakai and Tom Luth. This single issue story really captures the spirit and magic of all of Sakai’s stories, wonderfully portraying his mix of action and folklore.

| Published by IDW

Vampirella/Red Sonja #3 explores more of what the Russians were doing in regards to Drakulon and more. More very nice humour from Jordie Bellaire in the interactions between Vampirella and Sonja.

| Published by Dynamite

Wonder Woman #82 begins “The Wild Hunt” from the new creative team of Steve Orlando, Kieran McKeown, Scott Hanna, Romulo Fajardo Jr., and Pat Brosseau. It very much continues on from the plot threads and elements of the previous run, continuing to build on the current conflict between Wonder Woman and Cheetah.

| Published by DC Comics

X-Men #2 is pretty damn great, going back to the big and wild ideas bringing new elements into the X-universe, all while Cyclops gives some of the strangest parenting. Jonathan Hickman, Leinil Francis Yu, Garry Alanguilan, Sunny Gho, and Clayton Cowles give us a new mystery with the arrival of Arakko and the first of -|A|-’s missing original horsemen.

| Published by Marvel

Other Highlights: Age of Conan: Valeria #4, Agents of Atlas #4, Catwoman #17, Doctor Who: The Thirteenth Doctor Holiday Special #1, The Dollhouse Family #1, Elvira: Mistress of the Dark #10, Firefly: The Sting, Future Foundation #4, Ghosted in LA #5, GI Joe: A Real American Hero #268, Girl on Film, Go Go Power Rangers #25, Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy #3, History of the Marvel Universe #5, Marvel Action: Spider-Man #11, Midnight Vista #3, Moonshine #13, Runaways #27, RWBY (print) #2, RWBY (digital) #6, Savage Sword of Conan #11, Star Wars #74, Star Wars: Jedi - Fallen Order: Dark Temple #4, Star Wars: Target Vader #5, The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl #50

Recommended Collections: Babyteeth - Volume 3, Dark Red - Volume 1, Fallen World, GLOW - Volume 1: Versus the Star Primas, Justice League - Volume 4: The Sixth Dimension, Savage Avengers - Volume 1: City of Sickles, Star Wars: Age of Resistance - Heroes, Star Wars Adventures - Volume 7: Pomp and Circumstance, Wonder Twins - Volume 1: Activate

d. emerson eddy can hear the scratching at the walls of reality.

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Teeth | Corinthian x trans!m!reader

Anonymous asked: Corinthian x trans male reader with the prompt being "your beauty never ever scared me"

I saw you say you liked mary on a cross :D

summary: Corinthian wants to be honest with you, as you had been so open and honest with him, but your reaction when you find out what he really is, is something he'll never forget.

tws: swearing, mentions of murder

More than anything, the Corinthian wanted you to know the truth about him, about what he really was and the things he was capable of, the things he had already shown that he was more than capable of; he wanted you to know the truth about him, as you had been open and honest with him about how things had been for you, as a trans man in general, and he supposed he wanted to return a little bit of that openness and honesty. The only thing was, a lot of humans tended to be more than upset and even scared of what was behind his dark sunglasses, they didn't think twice about running; but then again, you were his boyfriend and he did trust you to not run away from him. He hoped you wouldn't shatter that trust.

Still, as the sounds of 'Midway' by Sabaton rang through the flat, Corinthian couldn't help but to feel just a bit apprehensive about it; it was a huge thing for him to tell someone what he really was without the intention of hurting them, or killing them. It would either solidify the fact that you loved him, or it would completely break everything and leaving it in shattered pieces on the floor; a terracotta pot dropped from a second story window.

The rain was starting to come down a little, although not much, just light speckles that would hardly amount to a puddle anywhere; sharp winds blowing harshly against the windows with songs not yet written. Light grey clouds coating the blue skies like a thin veil of smoke; 'Midway' changed to 'Christmas Truce' and Corinthian smiled. He could remember a time, not long after nineteen fourteen, when he had seen such things; the year of nineteen seventeen was his first real taste of freedom from the Dreaming. That's when he really started collecting and realised how fucking pleasurable it could really be.

Then you walked in from the bedroom, nothing but boxers and socks a hoodie, and he forgot about all of that; clearing his throat, he gently tapped the sofa cushion beside him, almost going stiff at how you immediately leaned against him with your back partially against his chest. He relaxed a little bit, though, and when you hummed so softly, he even dared to smile.

"Why don't we get pizza for tea?" You asked, merely musing without a single clue as to what he was about to tell you. "We could get it from the place that does the banging iced coffee as well."

"Yeah, why not?" He shrugged, running his hand up and down your bicep, lazy strokes like a painter who was trying to capture the most gentle of colours. "We do need to talk, though."

"Why?" You moved so that you were knelt beside him, brows furrowed and a slight pout on your lips.

Corinthian licked his lips, wondering how to phrase it. "I need to tell you something, puppy."

You nodded slowly, heat in your veins as you started to wonder if he was about to tell you the thing that you dreaded the most; the fear that he didn't think you were a real man and that he wanted someone else.

He slowly took off his glasses, letting them rest on the back of the sofa as he cleared his throat and showed you the teeth behind the lenses. "I'm not human. I'm a nightmare... I escaped the Dreaming a while ago."

But you didn't flinch, you didn't run, you looked... relieved, if anything and as you dared to get between his legs, he froze up; he frowned a little when you took his face in your hands, but then you pressed a kiss to each of his smiles and he couldn't help that the tension left him.

"Your beauty never ever scared me," you whispered, a soft laugh daring to escape your throat. "In fact, I think them smiles of yours are the best I've ever seen."

No one had ever reacted like that towards his teeth, no one had ever been so soft and so gentle about them, and he couldn't help but to grin as a faint dust of pink coated his features. "You're not scared?"

"No," you shook your head. "You're my boyfriend, and I'm yours, and... y'know, I love you. I really, really fucking love you."

Corinthian hummed softly, grabbing your throat with one hand so that he could pull you down into a harsh kiss, making you moan against him as you put your hands on his chest and melted against him; you loved him.

A mortal loved him, and it wasn't just admiration, it wasn't just adrenaline, it wasn't lust - a mortal man loved him. Even after seeing his teeth, a mortal man loved him.

#mlem writes #corinthian #corinthian x reader #the corinthian imagine #the corinthian x reader #the corinthian #sandman x reader #the sandman imagine #the sandman x reader #the sandman #the sandman netflix #sandman

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josephine-cialfi-blog · 6 years

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Week 11

Architecture is something I’m not used to looking or thinking about. When reading this section I learned a lot like how acoustics are a part of architecture. Acoustics allow sound to be enunciated throughout the room. I always thought since it’s a big room it echos, but it is actually a part of the architecture. In history, there are a lot of changes in architecture as well. There was one style in Mesopotamia, the style of columns (Greek Doric was first, Ionic was second, and Corinthian is third.) It was also really cool to see how the frame styles have changed as well from being a arch, then trusses, and then a balloon-frame construction. I never thought of the buildings in New York, the Sydney Opera House, or even the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Architecture is something I always appreciate when going to a city, but I never thought of it as that.

Maya Lin’s work is something I found very beautiful. She was well known for her sculpture made in the Vietnam Memorial. To demonstrate her blueprints, I found it cool how she used a book and cut the pages to show the depth of what she is making. My favorite part of watching the video would be of her creating the actual ice skating rink and adding the stars and constellations underneath it. I love looking up at the stars, so if I were able to skate on it would be amazing. I like how she added water, mist, and the ice skating rink to show all the forms of water. When she mentioned it was a small piece of land, it seemed really big to me. Buildings do take a lot of space and I can see why she said it was small for what she wanted to make.

I never really thought of an ice skating ring being architecture, but it includes lots of planning and building on the ground. Something I love to do is ice skate, whenever I have the chance. Being able to see how it’s related to architecture shows that it is in everyday life. Her work is something modern compared to history and what they made back in the day. When looking at other works from her, she tends to have straight edges and not arches like Antoni’s work is like (the relevant artist I chose.) I really like some of her works, while others confused me what they meant.

Antoni Gaudí was born in June 25, 1852 and died June 10, 1926. He was killed when he was hit by a trolley car in Barcelona. He started architecture when he was young and went to school for it. He went to Barcelona, Spain to pursue doing what he loved to it. Instead of copying other people’s styles, he created his own. He started building a structure, but couldn’t finish it due to his death.

While looking through his works, they look really beautiful. I like how his style is very unique and different compared to modern architecture. His works remind me of a fantasy place because it is something we don’t see today and is an older style of architecture. The fantasy style I get from his works makes me feel different and like I’m entering a new world. His work is something I really love because it’s something we don’t see today.

“Antoni Gaudí.” Biography.com, A&E Networks Television, 28 June 2016, www.biography.com/people/antoni-gaud%C3%AD-40695.

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corinth rains

New and improved Heaven may well be the Happiest Place (not) on Earth. But Dean, it turns out, is still Dean.

(also on AO3)

chapter eleven

Shaded and cool, the little forest in the field is a half-lit oasis on the shining plain.

Though there’s only a smattering of trees, they’re densely packed around the old barn, the canopy stippling strange shadows onto the muddied ground. Dean’s eyes trace them as he trudges the pitted path, stepping over errant roots and brittle fallen branches.

Dean had pulled up maybe ten minutes ago. He’d idled a few moments, as always, letting Baby’s rumbling purr soothe the tension across his back. When he was certain his legs would hold him, he’d cut the ignition and hoisted himself up, striding towards the barn with all the gusto of a man walking the plank.

As he’d approached, he’d noticed an odd stillness in the structure - a hollow sort of silence, stilted and uncharged. A quick peek inside had confirmed what he’d already surmised: empty.

Dean had stood there, arms stiff and hands fisted, irritation warring with a swell of dread. Then he’d shaken himself, straightened his spine, and set off down the narrow dirt path amongst the trees.

Something small and shiny whizzes past Dean’s ear, and he leans to the side in a flinch.

While the little forest has ample flora - sprawling ferns and squat bushes, green hellebores and dangling bluebells - it’s oddly without much fauna. Dean’s grown rather accustomed to the substratum of birdsong and jumping fish at his inlet; here though, there’s only the occasional rustling of what might be a small rodent, and the buzz of - apparently - bumblebees.

The little bee circles around Dean, slightly too close for comfort, and he waves a hand to shoo it away. He watches its flight, lazy and seemingly directionless, until it comes upon the back of the old barn. There’s a shining wind chime hung from a flickering sconce lamp, its long Corinthian bells silent in the still air. The bee hovers over it for a moment, then dances off toward a figure at the other side.

Cas stands at the foot of a spindly oak tree, head craned back to stare up at the canopy.

Dean stares at his back, watching his shoulder blades shift under his trench coat. He wonders if Cas can feel the weight of his new wings, feel them tugging at his spine even while they’re hidden.

Dean’s pretty sure Cas knows he’s there. Back when they’d first met, Cas could teleport directly to Dean from a thousand miles away - could find Dean in the dark and cold, endless expanse of Hell. Even powerless and human in an alternate universe, Cas had known Dean nearly the instant he saw him.

Cas has always known him. Always found him.

“Would you have ever told me,” Dean murmurs, voice just loud enough to carry. Oddly enough, it’s precisely what he meant to say, what he came here to ask - but the words taste like ash in his mouth.

Cas’ head tips forward and to the side. His shoulders rise in a deep breath. “I did tell you.”

Dean huffs a laugh at that, face splitting in a wretched smile. It’s a cop-out, and they both know it. Dean’s said enough last words to know they’re inherently selfish - a balm for the dying, not the survivors.

Cas’ shoulders sag on a sigh, and he glances back up at the tree. There’s a large beehive hanging from a crooked branch overhead.

“No,” Cas murmurs.

Dean’s stomach clenches, eyes tracing over Cas’ low-lit form. In the liminal space between the shadows of the trees, his body looks strange - more like a bending of light than a corporeal figure. It occurs to Dean that Cas has no need of a vessel in Heaven, that he has likely restructured his true form for the sole purpose of looking as Dean remembers him.

Dean bites the inside of his cheek, fingernails digging into his palms. “Why,” he whispers.

Cas is silent for a moment, still like a statue. The breeze picks up, tinkling the wind chimes at Dean’s side.

“It wasn’t your burden to bear,” Cas says finally. He takes a diagonal step around the tree, careful to keep his back to Dean.

Dean resists an almost overwhelming urge to step forward. “Burden?” he calls out, just as the wind dies down.

Cas halts and glances back up at the tree. Dean follows his eyes to the beehive. It hangs near the end, its weight pulling the narrow branch downward. There’s a knot at the place where the branch meets the trunk, with a wide crack running through it.

“Yes,” Cas says as he steps further away. “Burden.”

Dean watches him disappear into the thicket, the gnarled trees painting him in shadow, swallowing him up. Dean turns away from the quiet chimes, the buzzing hive, the creaking branch, and backtracks his route along the tortuous path.

His boots trample hellebores and bluebells alike.

~*~

When he arrives at the inlet, John is sitting on the bench at the end of the pier.

Dean halts his stride, one foot dangling uselessly in the air. He doesn’t remember the drive from the hayfield, doesn’t know why he’s here, rather than alone in his dark little bunker, rather than floating in the endless abyss of the Empty. He doesn’t know why the sun beats down on his back, why the eden that surrounds him feels like a wasteland.

He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know.

John peeks over his shoulder and gives Dean a tiny crooked smile. He juts his chin toward a lonesome rod - Dean’s own - propped against the empty side of the bench.

Dean breathes out a sigh and approaches, grabbing the rod as he sidles onto the seat. He hunches forward and clutches at the grip, thumb fiddling with the reel. His stinging eyes trace the line up the pole and back down, the weight of John’s stare pressing on his shoulders.

Silence descends on him, in him, and he feels like he had just after Mary had burned - like he’s standing on a snowy slope in the imminence of an avalanche, like the softest spoken word will bury him in debris.

John makes a little sound in the back of his throat and leans away, rustling in the bag at his side. He comes back upright, shoulder bumping against Dean’s, and holds out a bottle of El Sol.

Dean eyes the bottle and the wrinkled hand offering it, then he follows the line of the leather-clad arm to John’s face. He’s looking away, squinted eyes watching the play of ripples in the water. His brow is a straight smooth line, his mouth soft. He looks calm and at ease, spine curved and shoulders loose.

Dean gets the strangest feeling that, for the first time, John expects nothing of him.

Dean stares at him for a moment longer, considering, then takes the beer from John’s outstretched hand. He flicks off the cap with his thumbnail and takes a long pull. It’s sour and hoppy, bitter as always.

Dean casts his line.

He knows he won’t make a catch, and that the sun won’t set. He knows he won’t speak a word, and neither will John. He knows the dregs of his beer will be warm and flat. And he knows the fish in the inlet don’t know that they’re wet.

~*~

“‘The other angel.’”

Cas turns sharply, and his book drops onto the table with a dull thud. Dean’s caught him by surprise, he realizes; though he supposes that makes sense - he’s caught himself by surprise as well. Not a moment ago he’d been stood in his modest kitchen, rifling through the cabinets in search of something he can’t remember, when a thought occurred.

A thought that, apparently, brought him here.

Cas frowns and shakes his head, eyebrows dropping low. “What?” he grumbles.

Dean clenches his jaw and takes an unsteady step forward. “‘The other angel,’” he repeats. “‘The one in the dirty trench coat who’s—’” Dean’s jaw clamps shut, teeth digging into his tongue, but he presses onwards, “... ‘who’s in love with you.’ That’s—” he runs his tongue over his lips, though his mouth has gone dry, “—that’s how Balthazar described you to me.”

Cas’ frown persists for an instant, before it smoothes into weary resignation. He turns back toward the table, bagged eyes dropping.

“Well,” he murmurs. “Subtlety was never Balthazar’s strong s—”

Dean shakes his head. “He knew.”

Cas stills, the hand reaching toward his book freezing in the air.

Dean isn’t sure where the realization had come from, but it had hit him like a damned freight train. And on its heels had come the urgent, almost desperate need to hear Cas deny it.

Not that Cas had ever been much of a liar.

An image floats to the surface of Dean’s mind: a pretty brunette with ice blue eyes, offering Cas an army and a shining pointed blade. We gave you our trust, she’d said. Don’t lose it over one man.

“Hannah knew, too,” Dean grits out, taking another step forward. “Didn’t she.”

Tell me I’m wrong, Dean thinks. Aren’t I always?

Cas sighs and hunches forward, pressing his hands flat against the tabletop. “Dean...”

“Naomi,” Dean interjects. I admire your loyalty, she’d said to Dean, lying through her teeth. I only wish Castiel felt the same way.

Dean takes another step, blossoming rage steadying his motion. “Uriel,” he spits. You see, he has this weakness; he likes you. “Hester.” When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost! “Ishim.” So now, I’m gonna help you. I’m gonna cure you of your human weakness.

That last one carves a fault through Dean’s mind. Ishim had nearly killed Cas, had him supine and bloodied on the cold floor. Dean’s hand had hovered over a banishing sigil, a plea in Cas’ eyes begging him to use it, to smear his grace across the cosmos if only to save Dean’s life.

Cas’ head tips forward, posture sagging over the table, as he whispers, “Dean—”

“Everyone knew,” Dean says, and his voice has dropped to a scratchy, untouched octave. “Didn’t they.”

Tell me I’m wrong.

Castiel sighs, head tipping back like he’s looking to the heavens. Dean wants to laugh at the irony, but there’s something sharp caught in his throat.

“Many of the Host,” Cas intones, “my... my brethren.” He peers down at his hands, mouth a straight, firm line. “They knew.”

Dean’s eyes squeeze shut, and his head falls forward. His spine feels loose, wobbly like a Jenga tower.

“They didn’t—” Cas shakes his head, and a muscle in his jaw twitches. “They didn’t understand,” he murmurs. “But...” he pulls his lips through his teeth, giving a slow, weary nod. “They knew.”

You’re just sad, Ishim says to Cas in the cathedral in Dean’s head. Pathetically weak.

Human weakness.

Dean sucks in a sharp breath, his hand settling over his roiling stomach. “It’s the reason they hated you, isn’t it,” he whispers, and his voice cracks. “I’m...” he swallows around the lump in his throat and nods sharply. “I’m the reason.”

Tell me I’m wrong.

Cas turns toward Dean, his eyebrows arching toward the center of his forehead. His eyes have gone shiny and pink-rimmed.

“They didn’t hate me, Dean,” he murmurs, and his tone is chiding and pleading at once. “They—”

He cuts himself off, and his eyes flick side to side. Dean can tell he’s searching for a better word - something softer than the barbed, stinging one he’d just barely swallowed down.

Dean had heard it anyway.

“Pity,” Dean grunts, and he doesn’t bother hoping he’s wrong. He knows better now. “They pitied you.”

Cas holds Dean’s gaze for all of five seconds, before his eyes cut away.

Dean’s lungs contract, expelling all his breath, and he takes a step backwards, nearly overbalancing in his haste to get out, get gone, get away. Cas’ brow furrows, and he takes an abortive step forward, reaching out a hand.

His right hand.

“Dean—” he says sharply, but Dean isn’t listening any more.

He’d borne Cas’ handprint on his arm like a war wound - had worn it on his sleeve like some people wore their hearts. Through all the years they’d known one another, all the foiled apocalypses and paradises lost, it had never occurred to Dean that he might’ve left a mark on Cas, too - that the very touch that gave Dean a reddened handprint, might have given Cas a red right hand.

Dean spins on his heel in a swift volte face, and marches towards the door, tottery but unfaltering. He crosses the threshold and steps into the garish sunlight.

He thinks Cas might be calling his name, but it’s muted and distant, garbled like he’s underwater.

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Hollywood Propaganda by Mark Dice

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Christianity Under Attack

In order to destroy America, the conspirators are determined to eradicate faith in God and dismantle organized Christianity. Attacking Jesus and Christianity is a sacrament in Hollywood because the far-Left hates Jesus and everything He stands for. It’s not an overstatement to say that many in key positions of power in the entertainment industry (and politics) are Satanists who will someday openly embrace Lucifer as the rebel angel kicked out of Heaven for defying God.

“I’m glad the Jews killed Christ,” ranted comedian Sarah Silverman in one of her comedy specials. “Good. I’d fucking do it again!” she declares, as her audience agrees in laughter.158 While accepting an Emmy Award one year Kathy Griffin said, “A lot of people come up here and they thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this award than Jesus. He didn’t help me a bit…so all I can say is suck it Jesus! This award is my god now!”159

I’m not saying people shouldn’t be able to make fun of Christians, but no mainstream celebrity would dare make such insults or jokes about Muhammad because Muslims (and Jews) are vigorously protected against any criticism or mockery and only wonderful things can be said about them. Even a slightly edgy joke ignites a barrage of attacks with cries of “Islamophobia” or “anti-Semitism” and gears start moving in the well-funded and massive smear machines like the ADL and the SPLC which quickly move to destroy the person’s career before they can utter another word.

Hating Christians is almost as necessary as believing in climate change if you’re going to be a mainstream Hollywood celebrity. There are very few open Christians in Hollywood, most of them are has-beens like Kevin Sorbo and Kirk Cameron who have been basically blacklisted since being open about their faith.

Kevin Sorbo was banned from Comicon because he’s a conservative and “pals with Sean Hannity.”160 He and other Christian actors are stuck doing low budget films that get little attention. They’re allowed to exist (for now) as long as they never point out the Bible’s teachings on homosexuality. Only watered down and generic Christian messages are allowed to be said.

After Guardians of the Galaxy star Chris Pratt appeared on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert and happened to discuss his “spirituality,” many online began attacking him for being a Christian and attending a church. Actress Ellen Page (a lesbian) from the X-Men and Inception tweeted, “If you are a famous actor and you belong to an organization that hates a certain group of people, don’t be surprised if someone simply wonders why it’s not addressed. Being anti LGBTQ is wrong, there aren’t two sides. The damage it causes is severe. Full stop.”161

Singer Ellie Goulding threatened to back out of her scheduled performance at the 2019 Thanksgiving NFL halftime show if the Salvation Army didn’t pledge to donate money to LGBT causes. She got the idea after her Instagram comments were flooded with complaints from her fans because the Salvation Army was sponsoring the game to announce their annual Red Kettle Campaign (bell ringers) fundraiser for the homeless.162 Since the Salvation Army is a Christian charity, Goulding’s fans freaked out, accusing them of being “homophobic” and “transphobic.”

They quickly bowed to the pressure and “disavowed” any anti-LGBT beliefs, which basically means they’re disavowing the Bible because even the New Testament denounces homosexuality in Romans 1:26-27 and 1st Corinthians 6:9-10. Many critics claim that only the Old Testament does, but the Book of Romans makes it clear that just because Jesus came to offer salvation doesn’t mean God’s law regarding homosexuality changed.

The Salvation Army also removed a “position statement” from their website that had made it clear “Scripture forbids sexual intimacy between members of the same sex,” and replaced it with one saying “We embrace people regardless of race, gender, ethnicity, sexual orientation, or gender identity.”163 One of the world’s largest Christian charities whose very name “The Salvation Army” refers to the salvation of Christ, cowardly bowed down to the Leftist activists out of fear they would be branded “homophobic.”

Christians are easy targets since they’re much more passive than Jews and Muslims when attacked, and Hollywood loves to stereotype them as a bunch of superstitious bigots who don’t know how to have fun. In the rare case that there is a movie favorable to Christianity that gets widespread distribution, that too is attacked.

Passion of the Christ was deemed “anti-Semitic” because it depicts the story of Jesus’ arrest, sham trial, and crucifixion.164 It was the most popular film about the events to be made and wasn’t a straight to DVD release like most others. With Mel Gibson behind it, the film became a huge success, which caused a tremendous backlash.

The ADL [Anti-Defamation League] denounced the film, saying it “continues its unambiguous portrayal of Jews as being responsible for the death of Jesus. There is no question in this film about who is responsible. At every single opportunity, Mr. Gibson’s film reinforces the notion that the Jewish authorities and the Jewish mob are the ones ultimately responsible for the Crucifixion.”165 That’s because that’s what happened!

Technically, the Romans did it, but at the behest of the Jewish leadership in Jerusalem at the time. The Bible makes it very clear what led to Jesus being crucified. Pontius Pilate is quoted in Matthew 27:24 saying, “I am innocent of this man’s blood,” and “It is your responsibility!” meaning the Jewish Pharisees. They were the ones who conspired to have Jesus arrested and killed for “blasphemy” and being a “false” messiah. Pontius Pilate even offered to release Jesus, but the crowd demanded he release Barabbas instead, another man who was being detained for insurrection against Rome, and for murder.166

A critic for the New York Daily News called The Passion of the Christ, “the most virulently anti-Semitic movie made since the German propaganda films of the Second World War.”167 Many others angrily denounced the film when it came out in 2004. Some in the media even blamed it for a supposed “upsurge” in anti-Semitic hate crimes.168

When the History Channel miniseries The Bible was released in 2013, the same cries of “anti-Semitism” rang out.169 The New York Times opinion editor Bari Weiss went so far as to say that it’s a “conspiracy theory” that Jews killed Jesus.170

Even though most Christmas movies aren’t overtly Christian and instead focus of the importance of families reuniting and spending time together, that doesn’t mean they’re not going to come under attack. As the war on western culture continues, the Marxists have set their sights on Christmas too.

Online liberal cesspool Salon.com ran a headline reading “Hallmark movies are fascist propaganda,” and complained they promote “heteronormative whiteness” because there aren’t enough LGBT characters or people of color in them.171

“Hallmark movies, with their emphasis on returning home and the pleasures of the small, domestic life, also send a not-at-all subtle signal of disdain for cosmopolitanism and curiosity about the larger world,” Salon said, “which is exactly the sort of attitude that helps breed the kind of defensive White nationalism that we see growing in strength in the Donald Trump era.”172

The article went on to say that because the Hallmark Channel airs so many Christmas movies, it is promoting, “a set of patriarchal and authoritarian values that are more about White evangelicals defining themselves as an ethnic group, and not about a genuine feeling of spirituality…The very fact that they’re presented as harmless fluff makes it all the more insidious, the way they work to enforce very narrow, White, heteronormative, sexist, provincial ideas of what constitutes ‘normal.’”173

The article wasn’t satire. Salon.com has a deep-seated hatred of Christianity, conservatives and families, and is another cog in the Cultural Marxist machine working to destroy the United States.

Comedian Whitney Cummings was reported to the Human Resources department of a major Hollywood studio after she wished the crew of a TV show she was working on “Merry Christmas” when they wrapped up for the year. She made the revelation while speaking with Conan O’Brian the following December. “Last year, I was working on a TV show, [and] got in trouble with Human Resources for saying ‘Merry Christmas’ to an intern,” she began.174

Conan asked her if she was being serious and she said it was a true story, elaborating, “I was leaving, like on the 18th or whatever…and I was like, ‘Bye guys, Merry Christmas.’” When she returned from vacation after New Year’s she was called to HR and scolded. She joked, “I don’t even care how your Christmas was. It was just a formality. It’s what you say when you leave.”175

Conan O’Brien then replied, “In these times we’re in, that could trigger someone or offend them if it’s not their holiday.”176 She didn’t say which network it was, but she’s been involved with some major shows like NBC’s Whitney (where she played the main character), as well as the CBS sitcom 2 Broke Girls, which she created and was a writer for.

While today it may seem impossible that Christmas movies may become a thing of the past, nobody could have ever guessed that reruns of the classic Dukes of Hazzard would get banned after the Confederate flag was deemed a “hate symbol” in 2015, or that Aunt Jemima pancake syrup, Eskimo Pie ice cream bars, and Uncle Ben’s Rice would be deemed “racially insensitive” and pulled from production a few years later.177

Once someone reminds liberals that the word Christmas is derived from Christ’s Mass and that it is actually a commemoration of the birth of Jesus, they may finally go over the edge and deem Christmas just as offensive as Columbus Day or the Fourth of July. And with the Muslim and Sikh populations increasing in the United States, the American standard of Christmas music playing in shopping malls and retail stores all month long every December may one day come to an end because it’s not “inclusive” and leaves non-Christians feeling “ostracized.”

#hollywoodpropaganda

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What Christians Can Do About the Drug Problem

The alleged extrajudicial killing (EJK) of 17-year-old Kian Loyd Delos Santos has become the moon that pulled a strong tide toward disapproval on the Duterte drug war as of late. Many of my Facebook friends who used to be mum on the issue have suddenly shattered the ice cube of silence that had long held them in suspended animation, Captain America style, as they found enough motivation to speak out against EJK. Duterte drug war believers, of course, have been more than ready (as always) to respond to them with equally scathing passion.

Because I am a pastor, I am keen to observe these things from a pastor’s point of view. And one thing I both notice and commend is the number of Christians on my social network fearlessly coming out with their opinions because of Kian’s controversial death. I commend this newfound courage for many Christians who are new to social media discussions that affect society because them tackling justice, even if it were just through a hashtag, is a quantum leap from their usual fare of 9GAG memes and Super Tekla videos. Okay na ‘yan kesa wala ‘di ba hehe, so stop accusing them na bandwagoning lang or nakikisawsaw. Slow clap para sa mga kapatid kong Kristiyanong may paki-alam na ngayon sa current events :)

I highly recommend that every Christian be aware of what’s happening in their world, develop a biblical opinion about it, and air that opinion with prudence. Admittedly, though, I find something lacking in this procedure.

What we often lack

It is easy to be misled into thinking that we’re doing enough just because we became aware, had an opinion, posted it on social media, and garnered likes and reactions. Because of the kind of technology at our disposal, we may acquire the delusion of accomplishment just because we got to voice out on social media.

But a social media post that cries out for justice is not enough. Our opinions are not enough. We need to actually do something to dismantle the evil of illegal drugs in the country and prevent anymore loss of human lives.

Whether you are “pro-” or “anti-Duterte”, I know we agree on one thing. We want the drug problem (and its multifarious and nefarious consequences) over and we want no more Filipinos dying.

This is a societal sickness government and its police force cannot solve on their own. Now more than ever, the church as Christ’s living body in the Philippines must awaken to the truth that we can actually do something to help solve the problem.

BUT HOW, right? Should I volunteer to a crime watch organization? Should I be active in neighborhood junkie crackdowns? Would organizing a vigilante group cut it?

Chill, Norman Osborn.

Here’s how

Actually, I’m talking about evangelism and discipleship. Yes, good old evangelism and discipleship. That simple.

If you’re a Christian who wants to do something about the drug problem, you should really try getting involved in the work of evangelism and discipleship.

And if your problem is you don’t know how to go about the work of evangelism and discipleship, your first step could be connecting with a church ministry or leader that can train you how to do it.

If every Christian would just get seriously involved in their local church’s evangelism and discipleship efforts, more would be won to the kingdom of Christ. And every soul brought into the kingdom is one less potential drug user in the world. If there are two of them, then make it two less potential drug users in the world.

If the logic sounds mind-boggling or far-fetched to you, then you must have not yet met people who got saved from heavy drug misuse after finding salvation in Jesus and much needed support from church friends and leaders. OR you must have not yet encountered Christians who fell away from the faith and ended up using drugs.

Whatever battles we face on earth, we must always come from this perspective: Our battle is not against flesh and blood (Ephesians 6:12); the weapons of our warfare are not of this world (2 Corinthians 10:4); Jesus is the savior and hope of humanity (John 3:16 and basically the whole Bible).

I believe that every Filipino Christian’s diligence in the great work of evangelism and discipleship is also an effort to mitigate the Philippine’s drug problem (and whatever else ails the world). This is work the church should be proud of (in a good way).

Of course, it’s something the world won’t understand and media won’t necessarily report in a breaking news. But this is truth.

Evangelism and discipleship impacts individuals, families, and societies. They accomplish more than posting your opinions on Facebook. I’m not saying we should stop posting them, but we should definitely not stop at just posting them.

We can act now by keeping people away from drugs (and other works of darkness) by showing them eternal life in the kingdom of Christ’s light. That’s your role; that’s my role.

Log out and reach out. Don’t be an armchair justice crusader. We can actually do something by committing our lives to the greatest rescue mission of all: evangelism and discipleship.

#Q&A #good to know #drugs #duterte #philippines #drug war #ejk #kian loyd delos santos #church #jesus #rodrigo duterte #war on drugs #justice for kian

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246 Things Bones Has Taught Me

1. 6,7,16 are Carbon, Nitrogen and Sulfur on the Periodic Table of Elements 2. If you plan to murder someone do it on a plane right before you land in a different country 3. What it means to be a rational thinker. And that being irrational sometimes is ok 4. There is such a thing as fate 5. Everything happens eventually. But nothing happens unless first a dream 6. There’s more than one kind of family 7. How to get someone off on murder charges 8. The definition of true friendship 9. 246 ways how NOT to kill someone, because you will get caught 10. When “the” is not the first word in the episode title, shits about to get real (ie Aliens in a Spaceship) 11. The skeletal system is the best part of the human body 12. A million little facts curtesy of Vincent Nigel Murray 13. All the words to Hot Blooded 14. Nothing good happens when the clock says 4:47 15. Everyone deserves happiness, love, laughter, friendship, purpose, and a dance 16. Very few people are scary once they have been poked in the eyes 17. Don’t ramble on and on about conspiracy theories. You never know who is really listening to you and what they might do with that information 18. People do almost anything for family (even murdering the deputy director of the FBI) 19. To appreciate Brainy Smurf 20. Never trust a Russian knife throwing act in the circus 21. You can buy weapons at the mall. But wanting a gun for the sole reason of shooting people is not a good enough reason 22. The plot to strangers on a train 23. How to save someone with compartment syndrome 24. How to make a carbon dioxide scrubber 25. If you start hallucinating cartoon characters and dead soldiers you probably have a brain tumor 26. To search for the truth even if it leads to unwanted results 27. Chasing someone may be the smartest decision you ever make and being chased may be your greatest joy 28. Diplomatic immunity is extremely inconvenient 29. Even scientists can change (and we are all glad she did) 30. To fight. Even when the odds are stacked against you 31. Sometimes you just have to dance to the music that’s playing 32. 1 Corinthians 13:4 33. We can’t change who we are (but thankfully he’s a sexy FBI agent) 34. To not be distracted by the shiny baubles, because you might miss what really matters 35. People make their lives out of chaos and hope. And love. 36. The center has to be solid because the center must hold 37. Daffodil, Daisy, and Jupiter will always hold a special meaning 38. Sometimes you have to take the brain and put it in neutral. Then take the heart and pop it into overdrive 39. There is someone for everyone, someone you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with. You just have to be open enough to see it 40. Sarcasm does not play well on the forensic platform 41. Any lock worth picking is worth kicking 42. There are mysteries I will never understand but everywhere I look I see proof that for every effect there is a corresponding cause 43. Sometimes we have to have the ability to substitute optimism for reality 44. Try to get the signal before you are living with regrets (because we are all glad she did!) 45. That doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results is the definition of insanity 46. That people are more than just psychology 47. To find someone who makes your life messy, and confusing, and unfocused, and irrational, and wonderful 48. Go to the company Christmas party; because friends don’t let friends photocopy their butts at company Christmas parties 49. To appreciate Christmas Eve day. It’s both an Eve and a day, it’s a Christmas miracle 50. That there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in science 51. To find that person who will never make you fall and who will always be there 52. Be respectful of others. You never know what scars they carry on their back. Metaphorically or literally. 53. Life is a lot more than what can be cooked up in a chemistry set. Miracles do happen. 54. Phylogenetic Systematics 55. Always play in the key of G demolished. 56. To not jump to conclusions until all the evidence is in 57. If your world gets turned upside down, give it time, it takes three days for it to turn right side up again 58. That there are burdens which allow us to fly 59. We all share in the loss of a life. No matter who it is. 60. Glug-Glug Woo-hoo! 61. Ergo, ipso facto columbo oreo. 62. Beer from Missouri goes great with leftovers 63. Love changes everything 64. All the words to “Keep on Trying” 65. There is a mystery to life 66. That Wonder Woman is better than Cat Woman 67. WASP stands for White Anglo-Saxon Protestant (but we are really talking about the buzzing pest) 68. Booth is Superman (he beats up bad guys and leaps over things. Not to mention he is married to Wonder Woman) 69. All organisms evolve and develop along patterns only recognized in retrospect (and thank god her life didn’t exist outside the laws of nature) 70. Sometimes you have to have absolute faith in someone 71. All pigs are now named Jasper 72. Beer hats in the bathtub solve all problems 73. Having to hire two nannies (one to watch the kid and the other to watch the first nanny) isn’t crazy it just shows how much you care about your child 74. Sometimes it’s ok to let the ice cream melt 75. The garage is an excellent place to store C4 76. Hearts can’t be broken they can only be crushed. But her heart muscle is bigger than people give her credit for 77. Inertia demands us to keep going 78. The washing machine makes for a great make out location 79. That he’s with Bones. All the way. Don’t doubt it for a second. Because she’s his standard. 80. Sometimes you have to be bad to be good. That way your frontal lobe won’t be a dried up raisin. 81. What goes on between them is just theirs 82. Shooting machine guns is a totally acceptable way to celebrate valentines day. 83. Dancing Phalanges 84. Everyone deserves a knight in standard issue FBI body armor. 85. A rubber band is a great anger management tool 86. Sometimes you have to have the guts of a gambler and take that risk. 87. Don’t judge someone before you get to know them because she’s not a cold fish and he’s not a superstitious moron. She has a soul and he has a brain 88. That it’s illegal to have premarital sex in Virginia (but that didn’t stop them) 89. When you eliminate the possible, you are left with the truth, no matter how improbable. 90. That being the best doesn’t mean being perfect 91. That a stand up crook is better than a crooked cop. Any day of the week. 92. That when two people make love they break the laws of physics, they become one. It’s a miracle. 93. That pigs in a blanket and Mac n Cheese are gods perfect food 94. Sometimes the best gift you could give someone is not a material item. (We are all glad of the gift she gave to Zach) 95. No changies. No take backs. 96. Your gut doesn’t have any special powers but listening to it every once in a while is a good idea. 97. Sequences and patterns will continue until something disrupts the pattern. 98. Everyone has a puckish side that will not be denied. 99. Up and forward are only two directions. Science should look in all directions. (She taught us all that) 100. That everyone deserves a love that is more than just 3 weeks a year 101. To never travel to New Orleans alone. 102. That the swings make for the perfect first date location. 103. How not to act at a funeral (unless translation has occurred) 104. To learn to not fight to change the past. The pain is a part of who we are. 105. That life never comes easy. But nothing of value is ever easy. 106. To never skip snack time. Or meals. Or food in general. 107. That "The Lime in the Coconut" will hold a special place in all our hearts. Because that was his jam. 108. To find that one person who will never betray you. 109. Page 187. 110. That having a high IQ is no excuse not to bathe. 111. That friends never send friends' fathers to the electric chair. 112. To never underestimate criminals with only one leg 113. That sometimes people don't need time and space. Just some time. 114. That there's nothing wrong with living in the moment; but it's good to see what the future holds 115. That infinity goes in both directions. So we all will get a second chance 116. To dive into life, be courageous. Question things. Be happy. And don't forget to laugh 117. That sometimes, love trumps logic. 118. To love everyday. 119. To never take life for granted. There are no guarantees. 120. That people lie; but bones always tell the truth 121. That loving someone, and everything around it, is worth it. 122. That there's nothing more important than having hope. 123. Meatball and peppers make the perfect sandwich. 124. That addiction is a lifelong battle. 125. Always tell your partner that you aren't really dead, you just had to fake your death to catch the bad guy 126. Don't sleep with your college professors. They may get jealous when the student surpasses the teacher. 127. How to make the best Mac n cheese (so good he wants to be alone with it). 128. That you may choose to part with old items but you will never part with the memories you created with them. 129. That the world is a lot better than we think it is. 130. Every once in awhile Pinky can stump The Brain. 131. That there is such a thing as beginners luck. 132. To take a ride on the vomet comet. 133. That babies need grills. 134. Blackmailing a federal agent, while not recommended, seemed to work out for both parties in this situation 135. That if you end up being the parent to the best car salesman (or woman) that's ok. 136. That it is totally worth it to have your own happiness completely contingent on another person. 137. That if you keep living trying to protect yourself, nothing is ever going to touch you. 138. To give yourself a chance to be happy. Even if that means moving on. 139. That my heart isn't someone's to claim, it's mine to give away 140. That character is who we are under pressure; not who you are when everything's fine. 141. That just because something's difficult, doesn't mean that I shouldn't do it. 142. That no matter the anthropological reasons, we fight to make the world a better place. 143. Don't touch the bobble head Bobby 144. All the different reasons the FBI is given jurisdiction in a murder investigation 145. Sometimes you just have to flash your boobs to get information 146. To stand up and defend your friends. 147. That aliens don't wear loafers. 148. That things don't always end up as neatly as we wanted them too. 149. That we are all born unique and our experiences mold and change us. 150. You can be a polymath without being a douche. 151. That Pluto's no longer a planet. It was demoted. 152. To leave life having given more than you've taken. 153. That love cannot be explained. It is beyond science, or religion. Beyond mind, or reason. 154. If you don't have a gun, an app will work just fine. 155. That you don't always get to pick your nicknames. 156. That living with a disability is not by any means a death sentence. 157. That it's ok to plan your own surprise birthday party. 158. To expect the unexpected. It might lead to the greatest parts of your life. 159. Never turn down the chance to conduct a science experiment. 160. That purple elephants are wrong. 161. That his "charm smile" is just a sign of respect. 162. Skalle. 163. That Kansas gets boring after awhile. 164. That someone in your corner makes all the difference. 165. To never light cigarettes in an outhouse 166. The most beautiful things in the world are sunsets, the Mona Lisa and a perfectly thrown spiral. 167. Do NOT piss off your boss. If there's a spider infestation just take care of it. 168. To take a ceramics class every once in a while. 169. Never pay for a plumber. Just get a "For Dummies" book and you're all set. 170. That partners don't say "forget it" 171. That you're never too old to laugh at "boner" 172. That "the man" buys all the office furniture. 173. That he was right, bones really are the heart of the matter. 174. To enjoy a ceramics class every once and a while. 175. To always swim with a buddy. 176. The definition of a philistine, and luddite 177. To never steal evidence from a murder victims house. 178. That sometimes the relationship that didn't work out leads you to the one that does. 179. That parents do a lot of crazy things just because they love their children. 180. That you can't just kill Agent Andy. 181. That they were never just partners. 182. The difference between being impervious and being strong. 183. That we each learn to survive in our own way. 184. Norwegian death metal 185. To appreciate the magic of the Egyptian room 186. That he will always be King of the Lab. Even if he's the only one who cares. 187. Diner eggs are simple magic. 188. Nunchucks are not toys. Seriously. 189. That your brain cannot digest breakfast burritos. 190. Never shoot an ice cream truck (even if you do offer to replace the clown). 191. To always respect the cocky belt buckle. 192. To never trust a washed up army fighter 193. To go to prom. 194. That each squintern brought something special to the team. We could never just choose one. 195. To be weary of bank vaults. 196. That if you have no other plans, racing beetles on a Friday night is totally acceptable. 197. To never be afraid to find a new passion 198. To love your work. Life is too short not to 199. Even an empiricist can have a heart. 200. That the definition of being "stupid in love" is spending $3000 for a quarter ounce of perfume. 201. That in 30, or 40, or 50 years we can all say we knew. Right from the beginning 202. That life is really just a lot of loose ends. 203. As long as a person has enough, they don't need more. 204. To never be ashamed of where you came from. 205. That happiness comes from what you already have. 206. That wanting things to work and making things work are two different things. 207. To never stop being yourself. 208. That if he flies to New Orleans just to make sure you're ok, you're not just partners 209. To appreciate Alfred Hitchcock movies 210. Never try to fit stadium seats into an elevator during a blizzard. 211. To give a piece of yourself every once in a while. 212. That getting blown up may just be a part of the job description. 213. To appreciate hospital pudding. 214. The wedding was worth the wait. 215. To appreciate Cyndi Lauper 216. Setting up a rescue at the airport is an acceptable way to get back on someone's good side 217. Female friendships before male romantic partners 218. That we are not our parents. 219. To watch out for serial killers on Craig's list 220. To go to the Louvre. 221. That we can't always save our siblings from everything. 222. Sometimes it's ok to lie your ass off to the FBI 223. The only acceptable reason to leave the hospital AMA is to save your "partner" 224. To always wear a mask when cutting into bone. 225. That life works out. 226. That 306 pages for a will is not at all excessive. 227. To let someone else drive in London. 228. That life is hard and painful, but we fight together. 229. That your boss can't be your lovely assistant. 230. That stuffed animals make great baby gifts 231. That nothing brings people together like a Christmas lung fungus. 232. Be weary of someone who takes New York action 234. A jail cell can be a perfect place for a wedding. 235. Never route against the Flyers. 236. To go to the museum more often. You never know who you'll find 237. The best conversations happen in cars. 238. To appreciate colorful socks 239. That it takes all of us. Every single one. 240. To look forward to what ever happens next. 241. That it was worth the ride. Everything about it. 242. When the network moves you into every possible time slot it can only mean they love you. 243. To love. 244. That 12 years is a long time. And a lot of magic. 245. That it's all about the cast. 246. To never doubt the little show that could. So Season 12 is it; here’s to the last 12 years and to everything that happens next!

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Carla Johnson’s husband Timothy just bought a brand new expensive luxury 2019 BMW aka Beamer for Carla his wife. All of Carla’s close friends where she works was like congratulations Carla, we are so happy for you! The storyline; the pockets of Carla’s bank accounts are running astronomically really deep (meaning she got paid) for her hard work 😓 as Vice President of a brand new financial investment company where Carla and her husband Timothy who is the CEO owns. Carla was feeling exuberantly excited, and really very happy and though unexpectedly her husband paid cash for this $72,000.00 custom made vehicle for Carla, she was thinking wow this is a huge investment for my career. Now, Of course Carla would be 🤔 thinking that now, since she has to have to travel extensively back and forth between different states from time to time with this vehicle she felt the need to celebrate 🎊 🎉 with her close friends. But, while Carla’s friend girls are happy for her, there’s trouble brewing with close relatives and family members, who is absolutely hating on Carla’s success. Many of Carla’s family members feel that her husbands money could be better spent helping others. Carla’s family members also are causing confusion in the family because they feel both her, and her husband, is trying to flaunt their success Carla’s attitude was I could care less. It’s their money 💴 Carla said and the fact that that me and my husband are celebrating one year of marriage, Carla told all of her family members who had spoken out about her, to go and get a life and stay out of theirs. While Carla was away on business, for about a week Carla’s husbands ex wife Brenda, who had a beef 🥩 with Carla that lasted over a year, was out spreading rumors all over town about Carla’s gold digging ways before she got married to her ex-husband! But everyone in the town where they lived, knew that was the biggest lie, because Carla’s Father was a district court Judge, and her mother was a Senior partner in a prestigious Law Firm! Plus, nobody even liked Brenda Whittmington, because every time something was going on in town she had to be somewhere deeply involved in the trouble that was brewing. Clearly it was known by all that Brenda the ex-wife of Timothy Johnson was cheating on Timothy, which of course ended their marriage! And so no one could understand why Brenda was spreading rumors why she felt Carla stole her husband? Carla never even met Brenda prior too her and her husband Timothy’s marriage but oh well, Carla was thinking 🤔 her loss my gain! Later on that day about 5:00 🕔 pm Carla is out at one of the finest restaurants in town where reservations had to be made at least three months in advance. Unexpectedly, while Carla and her friends were out to dinner Timothy’s ex wife Brenda, and a couple of her friends walk by Carla, and her friends with mean stares that if looks could kill Carla wouldn’t be here anymore. I mean they all laugh 🤭 and walk away to their tables but Carla was wondering how Brenda knew she would even be here at the same time she was? All of a sudden, The First Lady of Second Corinthians Church, along with the church ⛪ mothers walked in, and she noticed Carla and said Carla how are you? Carla said Hi, First Lady along with her friends at the table. Now, everybody loved First Lady Joyce, I mean who wouldn’t? First Lady Joyce was a jewel 💎 in the church and a pillar and philanthropist in the community. Also, First Lady Joyce who was highly respected by all including the mayor and governor of their town and state, saw how First Lady Joyce’s continued monetary contributions to charities all across the city and the entire state where they lived. As she stood there talking with Carla and her friends Brenda, who was sitting directly across from Carla’s table, hurriedly walked up to Carla’s table and said mom, we are waiting for you. First Lady Joyce, told the mothers go ahead ladies to the table I’ll be there in a minute, while she gave her daughter the side eye that said even though you are grown you better get somewhere and sit down. Uh, Brenda First Lady Joyce said, did you speak to Carla and the Ladies? Yes Ma’am Brenda’s fake smile said, while Carla and her friends kept a straight face 😐 knowing that Brenda and her friends didn’t say a mumbling word while everyone just simply smiled at First Lady Joyce! Everyone knew that First Lady while she was sweet she had a way of speaking to people in a way that you had to respect her but in the same turn everybody knew that you didn’t really want to ruffle any of First LadyJoyce’s feathers. And while First Lady Joyce expectantly got along with everyone, she was not in the least bit of upset over Carla marrying Timothy her daughters ex husband, and her ex son in law. All of a sudden, Brenda walks up to the table where her mom was speaking to Carla she said mom I’m going to pick up my gift 🎁 for the church mothers and right then Brenda mother said okay They don’t know do they? Brenda said no mom I’ve gotta hurry the gift 🎁 shoppe is about to close and she looked at Carla and her friends with her fake smile and said have a nice day ladies. Carand her friends were shocked 😳 but they kept on looking at First Lady Johnson. First Lady Johnson said you ladies have a blessed evening Yes ma’am they all replied at the same time! Strange but all of Brenda’s friends were making excuses to First Lady and the church mothers why they had to leave all of a sudden? But, much like Brenda, they said they will all be right back. While walking back by Carla and her friends table their smirking 😏 grin, said something ain’t right and they ain’t up to no good Carla’s friend Latrina said look, the food is here and so they all start eating and while enjoying their food Carla said we can all agree that nobody has got time for Brenda and her friends drama and right then Carla’s Friend Latrina said with her ice watered glass raised, I know that’s right. As the evening progressed Carla was talking with her co-working friends over their upcoming business ventures and investments, and they all agreed. Mellisa said Carla I think we all should really be excited about our future, and the future of our corporation. and before they could toast each other...all of a sudden everyone in the restaurant hears this loud car crash 😳😳😲😲😲 oh my...gosh Everyone runs out the restaurant and Carla screams my car, no not my car 😱 Carla’s friends was trying to console her and First Lady Joyce and the mothers ran up to Carla what... Suddenly there is a car speeding off hitting other cars did anyone get the license plate someone said? Yes we got it! the waiter said, right then First Lady Joyce said you need to Call Timothy right away... Carla while crying and sobbing picked up her phone out of her purse 👜 and Carla turned on her speaker phone 📱everyone that was standing around her could see that Carla was visibly shaken up. Carla, and everyone heard the phone pick up on the other end she immediately started crying 😭 and said Bae somebody hit my car, the phone was silent, Carla screamed Timothy did you hear what I just said? Right then Brenda Timothy’s Ex-Wife says baby ain’t nothing we can do to help you and the phone ☎️ goes dead! Girl what would you do?

Disclaimer: In the writing of this 2019 copyrighted book excerpt and work by Sandra Wilson This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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