#7th day sabbath

[sammy24682468]

As we near the close of this world’s history, the prophecies relating to the last days especially demand our study.

The last book of the New Testament scriptures is full of truth that we need to understand. Satan has blinded the minds of many, so that they have been glad of any excuse for not making the Revelation their study. But Christ through His servant John has here declared what shall be in the last days, and He says, “Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein.” Revelation 1:3. COL 133.2

To the rich, God has given wealth that they may relieve and comfort His suffering children; but too often they are indifferent to the wants of others. They feel themselves superior to their poor brethren. They do not put themselves in the poor man’s place. They do not understand the temptations and struggles of the poor, and mercy dies out of their hearts. In costly dwellings and splendid churches, the rich shut themselves away from the poor; the means that God has given to bless the needy is spent in pampering pride and selfishness. The poor are robbed daily of the education they should have concerning the tender mercies of God; for He has made ample provision that they should be comforted with the necessities of life. They are compelled to feel the poverty that narrows life, and are often tempted to become envious, jealous, and full of evil surmisings. Those who themselves have not endured the pressure of want too often treat the poor in a contemptuous way, and make them feel that they are looked upon as paupers. DA 639.4

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[theartofjefferis]

Jesus is Our Sabbath

Thesis: Jesus is our Sabbath... a response to those who insist that only the Sabbath day is only legitimate day for worship. The Ten Commandments in relationship the Sabbath and the New Covenant in relationship to the Covenant of Noah for the Nations.

Reprint from Scholars Corner Jesus is our Sabbath, our Day of Rest.  He is the fulfillment of the Law. For he said, “Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them.” Matthew 5:17 (ESV)  Therefore it says: “It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness,…

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[jefferisp7]

Jesus is Our Sabbath

Thesis: Jesus is our Sabbath... a response to those who insist that only the Sabbath day is only legitimate day for worship. The Ten Commandments in relationship the Sabbath and the New Covenant in relationship to the Covenant of Noah for the Nations.

Reprint from Scholars Corner Jesus is our Sabbath, our Day of Rest.  He is the fulfillment of the Law. For he said, “Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them.” Matthew 5:17 (ESV)  Therefore it says: “It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness,…

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[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: Xavier had been acting cagey for weeks, a fact you hadn't had the heart to address since Maddie's disappearance. but with his dubious return to school and how he loitered in the periphery of Nicole and Simon's orbit, you thought it was about time to get answers. too bad one pale, cow-eyed jock had other plans.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence.

✨ alright, beauties, this part ended up with a wordcount almost 3x longer the others, so tumblr forced me to split 'er up. 😅 PART FIVE and PART SIX will be posted in tandem with this one, so y'all don't have to wait to read both 😊

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.4

Xavier knew that whatever oddness you displayed, it was done with intention.

Sticking wads of gum in your hair at recess? Hana's brother had shaved a strip off the top of Hana's head in 5th grade and you needed to give your mom a reason. Giving Xavier's dad a casserole in a pan he'd have to return? He and Xavier hadn't had a homecooked meal since Xavier's mom went to visit her sister in 8th grade. Now every other Wednesday was circled on the calendar in Xavier's kitchen, Family Dinner scrawled in red sharpie.

So, whatever had possessed you into your uncharacteristic choice of outfit, Xavier knew there was a reason.

"Don't." You warned as soon as you opened the door.

Xavier smirked, eyeing you as you climbed into the passenger side of his truck. Of your friends, Mathilda was the one who layered herself in dark colors; a walking shadow with sass and a violent streak. You, on the other hand, tended toward a more eclectic wardrobe and never reached for black on black, especially since...

Well. Since.

Xavier recognized your leather jacket, the lapels boasting a collection of button pins and silver studs, and band patches stitched into the sleeves. An accessorized exhibition of your taste in music and social commentary.

The jacket made sense.

What didn't was what was undoubtedly your uncle's Black Sabbath hoodie paired with black skinny jeans tucked into pointed-toe, matte black booties, the small heels on which had click-clacked down the walkway from your front door to the truck.

"Your mom's?" Xavier guessed, referring to the jeans and booties.

"Shush."

"No, no, no," Xavier said mildly, pulling into the road, "I happen to think you make it work. It's giving—" He swept the air in front of him dramatically with one hand, setting the scene, "—Crime in the Dead of Night."

You shoved your backpack into the footwell and buckled your seatbelt before leveling him with a glare. Well, maybe. He couldn't really tell through the enormous sunglasses you'd chosen to complement your peculiar ensemble, but your lips were pursed in that way they got when you were grumpy about something.

"Shut up, Zav."

"No really," Xavier insisted, "Incognito Chic. Doesn't look like you're hiding something at all."

You smacked him on the shoulder, unable to suppress a lighthearted chuckle. "No questions asked." You said, invoking a years-old promise you'd made in the aftermath of what had happened to you that third week of 7th grade.

It was an appeal for support without having to reveal things that didn't make sense yet. Perhaps never would. Just unconditional thereness from someone you trusted to have your back.

A knot curled in Xavier's gut. His grip tightened on the steering wheel for a short second before he managed to tamp the haunting feelings back to the darkest corner of his brain.

He'd taken advantage of that pact in recent weeks. Had asked you a few times to cover for him if Maddie asked after him; even had you send texts about band practice on random days when the schedule hadn't changed since last fall. Every Saturday in Lucas and Hana's garage.

The whole thing with Claire made him feel rotted from the inside out. He could only vaguely remember how it'd started. A dumb decision made at 3am on a Tuesday, swaying from too many hits of his vape and two shots of his dad's whiskey.

And you never questioned him. Not once. Just honored your end of the deal because you believed Xavier was your friend and wouldn't make you aid and abet his sleaze.

Fuck.

A few blocks from school, you reached across the bench seat and placed a hand on Xavier's forearm, tone warm, "You sure about this?" You asked, "Cause we could go to the mall. Or drive up to the lake." Meaning his dad's cabin. "Or into the city."

Xavier gave you a weak smile, "Sounds like you're looking for an excuse to skip." He couldn't blame you. Still, "I need to do this, kiddo. Not just because I don't want the fucking trolls to win, but because there is someone in there who knows what's going on."

"So...what? You're going to track down leads and find Maddie yourself?" You raised an eyebrow. Again, Xavier couldn't quite see it with how much of your face the sunglasses masked, but your forehead shifted in a way to suggest it.

"Hey, I'm open to ideas if you have any you'd like to share."

You sighed heavily, shook your head. "Nah, B, I got nothing. But if you need help, just let me know." You smiled, patted his shoulder, then bent forward to grab your backpack.

Pulling into an empty spot in the parking lot, Xavier wrestled with asking you for another favor. After all the deceit, he should take responsibility for his own shit, but he didn't have the mental fortitude to deal with Mathilda's—albeit well-meaning—stance against his choice to return to school.

She'd made a fuss in the group chat the night before, words all capitalized and stressed in bold, and Xavier wasn't looking forward to listening to the barrage he was sure she'd prepared for him. Hana, Lucas and Eli, Xavier could manage, even if they shared Mathilda's point of view. But Mathilda? Was a force of nature.

You'd just slid out of the truck, were about to shut the door, when Xavier swallowed and forced himself to ask, "Do you think you could run interference?"

You studied him for a moment, likely wondering if it was worth it to take the bullet on Xavier's behalf, and then, "Sure thing, I got you."

Xavier was profoundly grateful to count you as a friend—hell, after all you'd been through together—a sister.

He put every ounce of sincerity behind his words, "Thank you," and offered you a proper smile, all teeth and crinkled eyes. You responded with a smile of your own, bright and buoyant and a boon to the anxiety rending his confidence.

"I'll see you in there." You chirped, stepping back and giving a mock salute, "Good luck!"

Xavier sat in his truck until you disappeared into the school, waited for the door to shut behind you before he leaned over and opened the glovebox. His vape sat on top of a mess of empty takeout wrappers and vintage CDs—the latter a testament to how old his truck was.

He hovered, stock still, chewed the inside of his cheek as his lungs and brain yearned for a taste of sweet-cotton-numbness.

"You know, you don't have to lie to me." Maddie's disappointment was palpable, pressing under Xavier's skin like cold fingers.

"Okay, fine, I'm a total burnout who is skipping class to get high in his car. Congratulations, you got me." He nonchalantly responded.

Maddie smiled, cute, dimpled, and said, "For the record, you're the worst liar in the world."

Xavier's heart broke.

Abruptly, he smacked the glovebox closed and opened his door, hauling himself out of his truck in a blur of movement. He needed to get his ass in gear before he changed his mind and fucked up again.

Today, he was going to make damn sure he did better.

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PART THREE - PART FIVE

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[marabarl-and-marlbara]

something from last night and notes from church; it was sabbath today according to both 8th-day and 7th-day calendars

#faith

[eddiemonth]

Masterpost:

Each day has a prompt, a song, and a trait of Eddie’s to inspire you!

Week one:

Oct 1st: Parents | Runaway - Sword | Youthful

Oct 2nd: Friendship | F**Ked Up Kids - The Maine | Observant

Oct 3rd: School | Bad Reputation - Joan Jett and The Blackhearts | Combative

Oct 4th: Rejection | Arsonist’s Lullaby - Hozier | Lost

Oct 5th: Role Model | Slow Down - Ozzy Osbourne | Brave

Oct 6th: Crush | You Could Start A Cult - Niall Horan| Sincere

Oct 7th: Wayne | The Seeker - The Who | Warm

Week two:

Oct 8th: Rockstar | Times Like These - Foo Fighters | Confident

Oct 9th: Cowboy | Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi | Cavalier

Oct 10th: College | Loser Denial - Heyrocco | Determined

Oct 11th: Pirate | The Last in Line - Dio | Adventurous

Oct 12th: Soulmates | Eight - Sleeping at Last | Perceptive

Oct 13th: Monsters | Hallowed Be Thy Name - Iron Maiden | Dangerous

Oct 14th: Roomates | Come As You Are - Nirvana | Impulsive

Week three:

Oct 15th: Ren faire | Knights of Cydonia - Muse | Committed

Oct 16th: Library | Eyes on Fire - Blue Foundation | Curious

Oct 17th: Tolkien | Ramble On - Led Zeppelin | Intelligent

Oct 18th: Journaling | Twin Size Mattress - The Front Bottoms | Introspective

Oct 19th: Scifi/tech | Electric Eye - Judas Priest | Bewildered

Oct 20th: Cryptids & folklore | Bury Me Low - 8 Graves | Tactical

Oct 21th: Hellfire | Back in Black - AC/DC | Tenacious

Week four:

Oct 22nd: First concert | Triumph of King Freak - Rob Zombie | Eager

Oct 23rd: Mixtape | Nothing Else Matters - Metallica | Earnest

Oct 24th: Drama | His Kiss the Riot - Anaïs Mitchell | Magnetic

Oct 25th: Songwriting | Snuff - Slipknot | Melancholy

Oct 26th: Corroded Coffin | I Wanna Be Somebody - W.A.S.P. | Hopeful

Week five:

Oct 27th: Haunted House | Hunters Moon - Ghost | Funny

Oct 28th: Ghost Hunting | Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine | Frantic

Oct 29th: Trick or Treating | I Put A Spell On You - Screamin' Jay Hawkins | Skeptical

Oct 30th: Costumes | Children of the Grave - Black Sabbath | Loyal

Oct 31st: Scary movie night | Vampires Will Never Hurt You - My Chemical Romance | Protective

FAQ | Introduction | Playlist | Navigation

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[meet-me-backstage]

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𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🎸 Virgin!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🎸 You play at the Hideout with your band, Stake For My Valentine, every night - you’re considered the metal queen of the bar and your band are the rulers of the roost, famously loved by the Hideout’s local drunks. However, when a band named Corroded Coffin land their first gig there the sparse crowd warm quickly to the unique and awkward charm of the leading metal head, Eddie Munson.

However, you don’t warm to him so easily - in fact, you don’t warm to him at all. Eddie, on the other hand, worships the ground you walk on and doesn’t hesitate to make it known and leads to a cold rejection from you.

Band rivalry occurs - you vs. Eddie, Stake For My Valentine vs Corroded Coffin.

You hate each other… but one night everything changes when a plan is created and executed by yours and Eddie’s bandmates with the intention of bring you two together and harmony between your bands.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊-𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🎸 bad language, angst, mention and consumption of drugs, mention and consumption of alcohol, sexual innuendos, mention of blood, Eddie wearing eyeliner bcuz damn😍 and some typical bar fight drunkard violence and SMUT so you must be 18+ to read‼️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 🎸 6.4K words

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 🎸 bad language, mention of blood, allusion to and brief mention of smut, mention of drugs.

𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠，𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡， 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠.

𝐼’𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 － 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦！

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 • 𝟐𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 • 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓

The woods, ever since you’d made a tantrum-filled exit from The Hideout on Tuesday, had become your very own personal haven and you hadn’t been in contact with anybody. You remembered the comfort that such a place could bring, perhaps it was the familiarity of it. Just the touch of bark pressed against your back, dry soil and leaves between your fingers took you back to your school years.

All of the skipped periods, the sneaking out of school - it started at the beginning of 7th grade when Mrs Grabowski, your English teacher, had set you and the rest of your class homework to present the next week as an ice breaker exercise. She wanted a diorama of your perfect day, along with a paragraph of creative writing to go with it.

Your naive and innocent eleven year old self thought that a scene of yourself holding your baby black rabbit, Ozzy (who had little headphones over his ears), at a Black Sabbath concert wouldn’t make the entire class laugh at you.

Everyone stared, laughed, talked about you for months because you didn’t listen to the likes of Dolly Parton or ABBA. It made your heart grow cold.

You chose to be alone. You shut everyone out, built a barricade around yourself that nobody could ever break down. What else could you do? From the moment that you set foot on school grounds, you were the laughing stock. So when you caught a boy that looked to be in the grade below, with his big brown eyes, a buzzcut, clothes that were so baggy on his small frame, staring at you? Claiming to be a fan of Black Sabbath too? How could you believe that he was telling you the truth? You immediately thought that he was making fun of you - because you were the freak, because he was far from the first person to pretend that he was into metal music only to then let you down with a sarcastic tone and a hurtful comment… though in that particular encounter with that boy, you didn’t stick around for the latter.

He blended in with all the other grade A assholes at school who made you feel like you were weird because you didn’t conform to the expectations of the popular crowd.

After that? Well, you realised that you were not the one to blame. If no one else in that darn school thinks that going to a metal concert is not their idea of a perfect day then they can suck it… I’d rather be alone, you remember thinking. You didn’t take any bullshit from anybody, you built a barricade around yourself.

You didn’t realise that it was still there - the barricade. You thought it had long fallen down since the moment you found the girls in Stake For My Valentine, Keith and Rodrick, your adoring fans. Right now, sat against the tree, you realised that it hadn’t gone at all because, until now, you’d forgotten all of those bad encounters at school - that boy with a buzzcut.

That barricade came crashing down the moment that you saw Eddie on that stage on Tuesday and you felt the exact same annoying, prickly little tingle in your stomach. Your nerves were shot, you had to remove yourself from both situations.

You felt vulnerable again and you hated it.

You brought your hands up to your face and nuzzled your nose into your palms with a frustrated sigh.

“Pull yourself together, Vamp,” you mutter to yourself, hitting your forehead lightly with your palm.

So many thoughts whirl around your mind, overwhelming you to the point where your heart was racing.

Why am I letting Eddie Munson get to me?

Why the fuck am I letting him win by hiding out here?

The girls, Keith, Rodrick? They all probably think I’ve been eaten alive by bears or - trapped in another dimension by now.

You shake your head and scramble back up and onto your feet at that thought. It was the worry of the possibility that Stake For My Valentine could be completely kicked off of the rota of gigs at the Hideout because of your absence… and also the growing chance of being eaten by bears the longer you spend in the woods that had you speed-walking in the direction of the bar.

Your arms aggressively swing at your sides, your grip on your songwriting notepad tightens in your hand and you bite your tongue as an attempt to distract you from your rapidly pumping heart and your spinning mind.

Seeing the Hideout before you made you bite your tongue even harder, you were sure that it was starting to draw blood, but you ignored it as you strode towards and into the place.

It is quiet, not unusual for an afternoon, but the bar stool furthest from the stage even lacked a certain local, grotesque Dave, who makes a point of eye-fucking you most nights even though he is old enough to be your grandad, yet you amuse him with flirtatious remarks just so he’ll buy you a drink.

You pout your lips for a brief moment, hoping for just a small taste of a distraction… Rodrick wasn’t even manning the bar as he usually would on a Friday.

You almost missed his smug face. Almost. But then you remembered how he took your Halloween gig out of your hands, so easily placing it into Eddie’s right in front of you… it was like a slap to the face. The worst part was that you’d didn’t even know why he’d done something as cruel as taking your favorite gig night away from you like that in the first place - the look on his face, the mischievous glint in his eyes… it was like he wanted to make you angry that night.

Muffled laughter suddenly erupted, coming from behind the door newly labelled ‘S.F.M.V + C.C’ and distracted you from your thoughts.

Your eyes pierced harshly at the door itself as the laughter continued.

Slowly, you tread your way in the direction of the laughter that grew as even more people seemed to laugh. You carefully grab the door handle, not wanting to make it creak before you even got a glimpse of the scene before you.

All in the matter of a second, you’d turned the handle and kicked the door open.

For a mere moment you were impressed with your ‘hunting’ technique, you were sure you’d acted as fast as a cheetah who’d found it’s dinner.

There they all were, Elektra, Cherie, Alyssa, Rodrick and the Corroded Nobodies.

You cross your arms, watching as each face falls from joy to disbelief.

Alyssa was sat in Gareth’s lap, her arms draped around his neck while he caressed her side with his fingertips. Though their embrace came to a halt when Alyssa saw you, she climbed off of him, stumbling in her step and falling to the floor at his legs.

“Vamp?” Elektra calls, her brown eyes squint, like she was trying to figure out if you were a figment of her imagination. You shift your attention from Alyssa to Elektra, returning her eye contact, “what are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” You tilt your head and accusingly point at each of the four boys sat between the Stake For My Valentine girls, “what are they-,” you glare into the eyes of Eddie Munson, who glares back, “doing here?!”

Everyone in the damn room starts to scratch their necks, avoiding eye contact with you, making you feel all the more frustrated.

You lift your arms up before dropping them back down to your sides, “I didn’t know there was a flea infestation, did I miss the fuckin’ memo?” your voice oozed with sarcasm and you ended with a laugh so sharp it could cut like a knife slicing through the fun that the two bands were having together before you crashed the party.

“Either that or your head is so far up your ass that you couldn’t hear Rodrick tell you that this room is ours now too?” Eddie blurts, his glare even more intense than it was before.

You went blank, finding yourself staring at the way his lips moved with his riled up breathing. You snap yourself out of your stare, shaking your head and giggling, “Good one, Munson - so good I think I’ll add it to my lyric book.”

Eddie’s brows furrow, standing himself up, “Hang on a second, they’re my words - maybe I want to add them to my lyric book.”

You shrug your shoulders with the facade of an innocent smile, “Finders keepers, losers weepers.”

“C’mon, that’s not fair!” He whines, collapsing back into the couch behind him.

Even with the anger in his eyes, they were still as wide as a lost puppy’s. You pout your lips and tilt your head at him, “Awh but it is-,” you walk towards him and bend over so that your face is level with his. Your faces are undeniably close, your noses almost touched and you could feel his breath falter at the lack of a gap between the two of you, “it is too fair,” you boop his nose with the tip of your index finger with a smirk on your lips.

Eddie blinks up at you and you continue to fixate your eyes on him. The two of you too stubborn to look away from each other because if you did you’d lose… and you never lose.

You hear someone clear their throat, making both you and Eddie turn your heads in sync in the direction of your band mates and Rodrick, who were all blinking at the two of you.

“Should we leave-,” Elektra, who had been the one to break the silence with a cough, gestures between her and everyone else on the couch, “before the two of you start making out or are you gonna quit eye-fucking and tell us where you’ve been the last few days?”

You grimace, quickly taking a step away from Eddie, “First of all - ew? As if I’d even think about making out with that loser,” you point at him while directing your glare at Elektra now.

Eddie huffs a laugh, interrupting your staring competition with Elektra, “Exactly, she’s like - the biggest bitch in the universe. Why would I wanna kiss her?”

You roll your eyes, “Finally, we agree on something - maybe we can be civil after all!”

The boys, minus Eddie, from Corroded Coffin all sighed in relief and their faces lit up.

“Really?! So we can be friends?!” Gareth asks excitedly while glancing down at Alyssa, but receives a gentle slap on the top of the head from Eddie.

An evil, but convincing smile graced your lips, “Yeaahhh! I was thinking now that we’re friends we can all get high and braid each other’s hair while we confess our deepest darkest secrets,” you enthuse in a high pitched voice, all while watching the Corroded Coffin boy’s excited faces slowly fall.

Gareth nods slowly, “You were being sarcastic,” he mumbles under his breath.

“She was being sarcastic,” Eddie repeats in an ‘I told you so’ tone.

“I knew that.”

You grin toothily before resuming your response to Elektra’s question, “Now that we’ve got that clear - I was in the woods writing new material for us to practice,” you lift the arm that’s still grasping your lyric book and you wave it before throwing it for her to catch, “Have a look through ‘em, see what you think.”

She leans back from the momentum of the notebook hitting her chest, clutching it to her heart with both hands. She raises one brow at you, leaning forward again, “Hang on a second, you were - writing… in the woods?”

“That’s what I said,” you nod with a shrug.

“And you didn’t think to call any of us?”

“I dunno - I guess I got lost in the sound of silence, the beauty of my surroundings and I had to write so... I forgot, I’m sorry,” you explain, now looking down at the floor nervously.

“We thought you’d been abducted by aliens!” Alissa blurts, waving her hands around her face as she mimics the sounds of a spaceship, making Gareth chuckle.

You send a fleeting glare Gareth’s way, making him hiccup and Alyssa blush.

“No, but I probably would’ve been better off if I had been abducted by aliens,” you raise your brows, continuing to stare between Alissa and Gareth, who seem to understand that you were talking about them, and they frown in response.

“These are good, Vamp,” Rodrick announces. Your eyes land on the man that had been silently enjoying your displeasure towards the situation. You notice that your notebook had found its way into his hands and he was casually flicking through the pages, “He’s just a loser with a guitar, thinks he’ll go far but he’ll be endlessly chasin’ cars,” Rodrick places his index finger on his chin and cheekily grins up at you, “I wonder who that’s about?”

You glance at Eddie, unconsciously answering Rodrick’s question.

You didn’t even get to soak up Eddie’s reaction before Rodrick continues to read from your notebook, “And when you think of me, I hope it kills your desire for metal-.” You snatch the notebook from his hands. “Hey - I was reading that!”

“I need to talk to you. Now,” you state, pointing over your shoulder with your thumb.

Rodrick holds his hands up in surrender, “Okay okay - keep your head on.”

He follows you as you stomp your way back through the door and into the bar area, which was still empty.

“What’s wrong, V?” He asks, now entering behind the bar, standing opposite you as you lean onto the bar from the other side.

You roll your eyes, “I don’t know, Roddie. Do you think you’re fuckin’ funny?”

“Woah - I’m smelling a lot of hostility right now,” Rodrick too, leans onto the counter, trying to close the gap between the two of you only for you to step away from the bar.

“You had no right to read out my lyrics like that,” you poke at your chest with your index finger while spitting out each word at him.

“Soon enough you’ll be singing them on stage right? So what’s the difference?” He furrows his brows at you.

You shake your head in disbelief, “they are drafts and they were meant for mine and the band’s eyes only - for now,” you slam your hands down on the table and lean closer to him on your own terms. Your noses almost touch, making him smirk and lean even more forward in an attempt to kiss you. “Why the fuck did you take the Halloween gig away from me and hand it to them on a goddamn silver platter?” Rodrick pauses, his lips a few centimetres away from yours, “Do you get off on pissing me off? Is that it?”

“Maybe,” Rodrick chuckles mischievously before closing the small distance between you and pecking you on the lips.

You slide your hand along the bar, colliding your palm with his chest and pushing him away, cutting the kiss short, “Am I fuckin’ laughing?” You ask with a harsh stare before gesturing between yourself and the backstage door, “we’ve spent months rehearsing for that gig and you think it’s fuckin’ funny to jeopardise our plans for some newbies you picked up from the crowd at my band’s gig?”

Rodrick sighs loudly, his entire demeanour deflating, “Look, I wanted to get a rise out of you - but not for a joke or some prank like you think.”

You squint your eyes, “I’m not following.”

“Attention - I did it for attention, alright? God knows this place needs it,” Rodrick admits, looking down at the wilting wood of the bar top.

“I still don’t follow.”

Rodrick nods, still refusing to look you in the eye, “People are half water half gossip junkies, right?”

You roll your eyes, “Just spit it out, Rodrick!”

Rodrick leans closer to you again, “They crave drama - the moment they witness the smallest hint of a competition they come in swarms. This - battle - between Stake For My Valentine and Corroded Coffin - is exactly what this bar needs-.”

Your face falls even more, if that’s even possible, “No, Stake For My Valentine is what it needs, the crowd loves us and we keep ‘em coming back, don’t we?”

“You’re - half - right, they do love you and you do keep ‘em coming, but that’s not enough,” Rodrick admits with a side frown, watching as you pull away from him again, “we need more to keep this bar going in the long run.”

“But K said-.”

“That you brought life back into the bar? Yeah, my dad is right, you did - past tense.”

You bite your lips together while he speaks, fighting the urge to scream at him. Instead, you take a deep breath and take a moment to regain your composure, “So what do you suggest we do to reignite the spark oh wise one?”

Rodrick places both his elbows on the bar and places his hands down flat against it before starting a drumroll. The tempo slowly rises in pace, but you are already writhing with impatience, so you roll your eyes and glare at his hands as he speedily and loudly taps on the wooden surface until suddenly coming to a halt, “a battle of the bands!”

You look at him as if to say ‘really?’, and shake your head, “That sounds a whole lot like high school all over again, I did not drop out for one of your shitty schemes-.”

“Hear me out, V-,” his eyes widen, drawing you in. You have your mouth bitten shut by your teeth again and you hum with a hesitant nod, “All you have to do between tonight and Halloween is play swapsies of the stage with Corroded Coffin and rile Eddie up, act like you hate him, his band, his music - enough to make people start talking-.”

“But I do hate him, his band and his music. I’m pretty sure the feelings are mutual too - about me anyway,” you briefly recall how starstruck he’d acted when he first saw you perform, poor baby, you think to yourself with an internal smirk.

“So your job is pretty easy, don’t ya think?” Tempting. You raise your brows, intrigue crystal clear on your features, yet you stay silent, “C’mon Vamp - face it, you want the competition, you thrive on it!”

You lean closer with your brows still raised, your lips centimetres away from his, “I can’t imagine your dad being on board with your little scheme-.”

“Nooo - which is why he won’t know about it-.”

“Rodrick, I hate to break it to you but he works here every damn day - he will know.”

His lips tug up at one side of his mouth, “Oh yeah? You see him right now? Because I sure as hell don’t.”

Your eyes flicker to his lips as you tilt your head slightly to your right, “What are you not telling me?”

“You’re so so so behind, V - he’s away until next month and has left me in charge of the place… and if everything goes according to plan, by the time he comes back the Hideout will be thriving with new and local faces, he’ll have the bar he’s always dreamed of and he won’t be on my back anymore,” his voice gradually becomes loud with excitement and the perfect eyeliner around his widened eyes becomes more prominent.

“There it is!” You cackle loudly and his face drops, “I knew there had to be something in it for you.”

Rodrick shakes his head before unexpectedly taking your hands in his and squeezing your fingers while staring into your eyes, “There’s something in it for the both of us.”

You look down at your hands being clasped by his before glancing up at him with your brows furrowed. “What’s in it for me then, hm?” you slur flirtatiously as you lean your body more over the bar, your chest pressing against the top of his hands.

“I was er - left with some very strict rules that I am willing to break just for you,” Rodrick mumbles softly with a smug grin, his lips brushing against yours, “the Halloween gig is already yours, it will always be yours-.”

“But you said-.”

“I know what I said,” Rodrick sighs with a nod, “I said it because it was what my dad wanted, not me, he thought you needed a break.”

“Asshole,” you mutter under your breath.

“Right?” He sighs, letting out a relieved, yet nervous chuckle.

You send him a playful glare that sends him into a frenzy of confusion, “You’re an asshole too, y’know?” Rodrick squints his eyes at you while in deep thought. “I saw the look on your face when you told Eddie he had the gig - you wanted to piss me off you piece of crap,” you pull away from his touch and reach for his shirt, balling it into your fist.

“Woah woah woah,” he grunts as you pull him towards you, “I think you’re hot when you’re all worked up, lock me up if that’s a crime - jeez.”

“Fuck you, Rodrick. It was - too far,” your voice falters for a moment and your grip on his shirt loosens.

“I know. I’m sorry, V,” he admits lowly, breaking eye contact with you before bringing one of his hands up to gently place on your cheek, “It’s rightfully yours, the gig, that’s why I’m giving it back to you.”

You decide to lean into his touch, tilting your head into his palm as he utters the final few words. “So you can be reasonable sometimes,” you mumble softly, turning your face to press your lips against his palm, “But there’s no need to do that for me, Roddie.”

Rodrick’s brows furrow as he caresses your cheekbone with his thumb, “What do you mean?”

“I want the competition to be real, let the crowd decide who they want to see on Halloween,” you state boldly, holding eye contact with him without blinking, “You know I don’t do cheating or shortcuts but-,” you press another seductive kiss to his palm, making him gulp, “your heart is in the right place - soooo-,” you continue to press kisses while looking into his dark, blown out eyes, “I was thinking… I could stay the night.”

“Here?” He blinks.

You hum in agreement.

“With me?” He blinks again.

You subconsciously roll your eyes, pressing one last kiss to his hand before you let out a muffled giggle against his skin, “Yes, with you - who else, dummy?” You press your lips against his slightly chapped ones before he can answer your question, he makes a muffled noise before melting at the sensation of your lips touching his completely.

He exhales into the kiss, making you smirk against his lips. You take the opportunity to gain more control by pushing yourself more against him, making yourself taller over the bar and just as you nudge your tongue between his lips you hear a cough in the direction of the ‘backstage’ door.

You and Rodrick’s eyes snap open and the sight of his features so close to your face makes your heart pump faster. In a whim of pure fright, you jump away and blink frantically at the source of the cough you’d heard.

Munson. “You,” your voice could not have sounded more irritated if you tried.

Eddie’s eyes were wide and fixated on you, his lips were quivering, “I - er - I - um-.”

Your lips tug themselves into a smirk when you realise that the scene of you and Rodrick making out on the bar had left him utterly flustered and speechless. It was as if he’d never seen something of that nature before - the locking of lips and the collision of bodies seemed to be a place of uncharted water that he had not yet explored… and probably won’t ever - because how could anyone ever possibly want Eddie Munson in the same room as them, let alone their bed? Not with that face, that hair, that stare, that voice, those fingers, those tattoos - and especially not with those stupid jokes.

“Sorry - I was just - er - leaving - yeah - leaving,” Eddie nods insistently, it was almost as if he had to convince himself too.

“Awh,” you pout, “don’t leave on our account, we’re taking this-,” you step towards Rodrick, giving him a wink before glancing Eddie’s way with a flirtatious smile, “upstairs.”

“Wha-,” Rodrick’s eyes are wide now.

The sound of your worn black boots stomping on the floor silence Rodrick. You internally rub your hands together because you have to walk past Eddie in order to get to the door behind the bar that leads to the apartment upstairs that Rodrick and Keith reside in. Eddie’s lips were parted and his eye contact with you faltered, those brown orbs flickered shyly to your fishnet wrapped legs.

You fought the urge to cackle evilly because you knew exactly what you were doing to the poor guy, yet you still leant as possibly close as you could to his ear, “We’ll be back in an hour,” you whisper before skipping away, behind the bar and pulling Rodrick through the door leading to his home, you give Eddie a playful wave while doing so.

Just fifteen minutes later, Rodrick collapsed onto the mattress beside you with a fucked-out, blissful smile on his face and trails of sweat running from his hairline down his temple.

And you? You felt nothing. You didn’t even finish.

While you blankly stared up at the ceiling with the duvet draped over your waist, you wondered what exactly drove you to drag Rodrick upstairs in the first place if you didn’t really want to fuck Rodrick again.

Perhaps it was the smell of the bar that drove you up there, or a spur of the moment rush of adrenaline that disappeared the moment you left Eddie stood at the bar alone… you shook your head, trying to stop the ongoing battle between each of your thoughts that were starting to make you sweat with fear - not pleasure or exhaustion like you’d hoped.

While Rodrick moved his hips back and forth between your legs, you were as still as a plank of wood… bored. You remembered your first time with him being a little more exciting, but maybe that was because it was entirely new for you. Now you could predict every move he made until the very moment he spilled himself inside the rubber and laid next to you.

You could feel the mattress dip next to you as he manoeuvred himself to be closer, he whispers in your ear, “You were amazing.”

There they are, the same three words he uttered in an exhausted whisper when you first fucked.

You bottled up the urge to groan, or laugh, or scream because you did nothing to deserve those words - all you did was put on your greatest acting voice and scrunch your face up in order to make him think that you’d reached your own high, the rest was all him because he insisted on taking control, desperately thrusting himself in and out of you for five minutes without any foreplay because he couldn’t last.

Nothing. The word repeats in your head like an echo, but instead it gets louder and louder until you abruptly sit yourself up, making Rodrick’s arm fall onto the duvet instead of on your stomach.

“You a little - overcome?” You hear Rodrick’s voice and a punch-worthy giggle over your shoulder.

“Totally,” you sigh, light heartedly chuckling afterwards.

Rodrick, unconvinced, sits himself up too and turns his abdomen your way, “What’s up? Was I so good that you had to flinch away from me?”

“Rodrick,” his name comes out of your mouth as a sigh and you bring a hand up to your forehead, trying to hide the doubt that is written all over your face. Do I really want Rodrick? You bring your other hand to cover your face. Why am I even asking myself that? Your hands fall from your face and land on your lap with a thud, “Do you feel - weird?”

“About what?” Rodrick leans more forward so that his face is in sight.

“This - us,” you motion between yours and Rodrick’s bodies with a trembling hand.

His eyes squint at you, trying to read you. You felt vulnerable again, being scrutinised under his gaze and you suddenly regretted even starting the conversation, “Er - a little?” Your heart, to your surprise, begins to race, “Only because - well - you know how my dad reacted before, but that just makes - this - sneaking around-,” a smile starts to form on his face, “more exciting, right?”

Your eyes slowly trail to meet his, you nod in time with your heartbeat, rapidly, “R-right,” you exhale deeply, “yeah, it’s so fun.”

“Exactly,” Rodrick’s smile widens before kissing your cheekbone.

You force a smile, sheepishly catching his eyes, “I’m gonna go back downstairs.” The bed creaked as you pushed yourself off and back onto your feet, stepping into your boots. Your legs shook and you stumbled on your feet for a moment because Rodrick hadn’t exactly gone easy on you, you could already feel a bruise forming on your inner thigh, “gotta practice for tonight.”

“Sure,” Rodrick mumbles. You can feel his gaze burning into your naked back, making you smirk at the rocket patterned wallpaper of his bedroom.

You bend over, grabbing the shirt you’d thrown on the floor, then pull up the fishnet tights and skirt you were wearing until Rodrick hastily pulled them down to your ankles and pushed you onto the bed.

“See you later, perv,” you mutter, glancing over your shoulder at Rodrick, who was shamelessly staring - just as you predicted.

As you walk out of the room, coming face to face with the wall and the top of the narrow staircase leading back down to the bar, you hear Rodrick call out, “You love it!” You laugh as you run down the stairs, the weight of your boots pulling you down so fast that you have to press your forearms against the walls either side of you for guidance.

Your fingertips brush against the stone of the wall where the wallpaper had ripped away just as you reach the door behind the bar. There are two windows in the door, both with red and green stained glass with a diamond pattern.

Through one of windows you could see the silhouettes of people walking towards the exit, but you couldn’t quite make out who exactly they belonged to.

Intrigued, you reach for the door handle and slowly pull the door open so that it’s ajar.

When you had half your face peeking behind the door, you noticed that it was Travis, Gareth and Jeff leaving the Hideout.

“Do you really think so?” Gareth asks Jeff with hope in his eyes.

“Duh! Anyone with eyes can tell, her jaw almost dropped to the floor at your drum solo last night,” Jeff states enthusiastically, nudging his friend’s shoulder.

Gareth chuckles while shaking his head, “I dunno, dude-.”

“C’mon, who else laughs as hard as she does when you do that lame drumstick magic trick, or agrees to reenact Garfield scenes with you?” Jeff asks and you bite your lips together to stop yourself from hysterically laughing from behind the door.

“Maybe she’s just being nice?” Gareth looks down at the floor.

“Or maybe you’re letting her friend get in your head?”

Gareth shakes his head in complete denial, “What? Vamp? Never.”

Jeff raises his brows, tilting his head, making no effort to hide his skepticism, “So you’ll ask her on a date?”

“When Eddie and Vamp get their act together - that’s when I’ll ask her on a date,” Gareth finally looks up at Jeff.

“So it is about Va-.”

You bit your lips together even harder. Now you knew that you didn’t have to worry about Gareth and Alyssa getting together because Eddie and I will never see eye to eye. In the fraction of a second, just to try and get a closer look, you opened the door a little more, only for it to creak loudly. Damn it! You fling the door open casually, gaining the attention of Travis, Jeff and Gareth, but they are quick to turn on the heel and scuttle out of the Hideout.

“Bye kiddos!” You wave with a toothy smile on your face, “See you tonight if it’s not past your bedtime!” You stare at the door as it swings closed with a bang.

Where’s Eddie? You wonder if he’d left because of you and Rodrick - you smile even wider. That’s the best thing to happen to me all week, all of them leaving the Hideout - maybe they’ve gone for good-

“An hour?” A familiar, boyish, but deep voice sounds behind you along with footsteps that drew closer and closer.

You knew who it was from a mile off, the boy who you could never catch a break from. His presence behind you made your heart quicken, your stomach tingle and your smile to drop. You didn’t want to turn around - I’m getting so sick of his stupid face - but you knew you had to, otherwise he’d have the upper hand, so you fought those feelings you hated and turned to face him by your hips.

A small smile was evident on his plump pink lips, making his dimples visible. Your fierce eyes took in his frame, the white vest he was wearing that was deteriorating with holes and small off-white stains all over it - they showed his tattoos perfectly, a spider and a demonic-looking ghoul on his chest, bats, a puppet-master and a dragon on his right arm, your eyes trailed and admired each of them until a nervous cough interrupted thejourney. “W-what?” Your eyes slowly make their way back up to meet his brown ones, but not before you appreciate the way his collarbones flawlessly frame the ink on his chest… Focus, Vamp.

Eddie’s bottom lip was parted away from his top one, watching your every move, making you silently scold yourself for letting your eyes so obviously wander over him. “You said that you’d be back in an hour - twenty minutes ago,” his words come out in a playful tone, he resumes his steps towards you until he’s stood directly in front of you and you’re the one looking up at him like a lost puppy.

Your breath hitches, “s-so what?” I didn’t know hearts could beat this fast?

He shakes his head, his hair flowing with his movements and a curl falls over his eye, “It’s just funny,” he huffs a short laugh, placing one of his hands over his face, the glimmer of his chunky silver rings hypnotise you.

You scoff, “What is?” You ask as you scrunch your nose and glare up at him.

He stays silent, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down while mirroring the glare that you’d given him, “the game you’re playing.”

“Oh yeah? What game is it that you think I’m playing then, huh?”

Eddie breaks eye contact with you now, instead he explores every other feature on your face, “You know you’re - really - fuckin’ talented and you use it for - bad, like Iggwilv, who I conquered with a roll of twenty last week, by the way,” he rambles passionately, waving his hands around until he realises that you’re looking at him blankly, but most importantly, he’s wavering off of the argument he was trying to make. He exhales slowly and looks down at his sneakers, “Ever since that day at the lockers when you did that thing you always do - roll your eyes and stomp away in those boots. At first I thought it was the buzzcut - even I hated that thing,” he chuckles and shakes his head, “It didn’t matter if you hated me or not, or that you ignored me after that… I thought about you all the time, even when you left Hawkins High,” He fleetingly looks up to meet your eyes with his big ones, but his features harden when he sees that you’re still showing no expression on your face. Eddie sniffles, shrugging his shoulders, “Seeing you again, I hoped that we could finally be friends. I really don’t know what I did to make you mad, but- I’m here for the music, and there’s nothing you and your stupid loud boots can say or do to stop Corroded Coffin from playing here, m’kay?” His chest is heaving and his shoulders visibly relax, it’s as if he’d been bottling up those words for more than just twenty minutes, but for many years.

You blink up at him with your lips parted. Your chest heaved too and you watched him as he began to pull away because during his speech he’d unconsciously gotten closer, making you feel hotter in temperature.

You realised just how cold the room actually was when he walked away, following the footsteps that his band-mates had made just minutes ago, but what felt like hours to you.

Say something! I can’t let him have the last word! Your mouth stays silent, agape through the familiar swing and shut sound of the door and it’s too late, Eddie is gone.

His words played on your mind from the very moment he hammered them into your head. They repeated themselves as you rehearsed your new lyrics, as you sang in front the familiar crowd you attracted. It had been days since your last gig so you threw your entire self into it. You played until your fingers bled from running them along the guitar strings so harshly and you spat out your new lyrics about Eddie passionately while searching for him in the crowd… but he was nowhere to be seen.

Your eyes frantically examined each face and searched the booth that he usually sat in with his band, but Rodrick sat there alone tonight.

A frown forced its way onto your lips and you look back down at your beloved Pink Special, belting a guitar solo, shaking your head and scrunching your eyes shut… but it didn’t give you the satisfaction that it usually would. You had unfinished business with Eddie and you couldn’t believe that you had let him just walk away like that.

You played your last note on the guitar, dropping to your knees and throwing your head back.

Cheers could be heard, but Eddie’s words continued to echo all around your mind and they were stronger than the noise coming from your fans.

Screw it! Maybe I do need him- the competition.

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[focsle]

Off Aitutaki, Mr. Haviland experiences the Bromelain in pineapples, toothaches, and sabbaths. (So far him also just like…making himself sick by gorging himself on fruit every time he gets to go ashore is a Trend)

“Friday 5th Nearly Dead calm. My mouth is very sore eating so many Pine Apples. Sat 6th I am glad wash day has come around once more. I have that confounded tooth ache again to day. I wonder if I am always to be troubled with my teeth. Sun 7th Sabath day all sailor men are glad to see come around. Each man shaves washes put on clean clothes and then lay around Deck reading. Those that are not able to read, them that can read loud for them. My teeth still continue aching.”

Haviland, being one of the literate fellows among the crew, sometimes helps the captain with his account books, and writes letters for his shipmates. Here’s a bit from a couple months before, just before landing at Hawaii.

“I am very anxious for I want to hear from Home very much. I have already written several letters to wives mothers &c. for different members of the crew.”

#lad haviland #awhaling #whalemen (affectionate) #HE REALLY LOVES HIS MOM he talks about how much he misses her and how she gives him good advice….

[islam-defined]

Creation of Universe-Allah never rests like a God of the Bible

Religion started with belief initially but gradually became facts when Science started revealing its truth. Every religion has its own concept of the creation of the Universe. According to Quran Allah created the Heavens and the Earth and whatever is in it in 6 different periods (7:54, 2:29 etc.). Only Allah knows the length of each period.

THIS IS DIFFERENT FROM THE BIBLE'S 6 DAY OF CREATION. In the Bible it is a day from the 7 days a week. God created the universe in 6 days and on the 7th day He rested thus making a week complete and Sabbath as holiday.

Quran out rightly differs and declares that, “Praise be to Allah alone, The Originator of the heavens and the earth, creator of the angels as messengers with two and three and four wings. He adds to His creation whatever He wills; Indeed, Allah is all Powerful over everything [35:1, 42:11].

And so far REST is concerned, Allah (ﷻ) declares in verse 2:255: Allah! There is no god worthy of worship except Him, the Ever-Living, All-Sustaining. Neither drowsiness nor sleep overtakes Him. To Him belongs whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on the earth. Who could possibly intercede with Him without His permission? He fully knows what is ahead of them and what is behind them, but no one can grasp any of His knowledge—except what He wills to reveal. His 'Kursi' encompasses the heavens and the earth, and the preservation of both does not tire Him. For He is the Most High, the Greatest.

NB: HOW CAN GOD REST THAT IS A KIND OF MORTAL NECESSITY FOR A BODY TO AVOID DISEASES AND DEATH.

#quran #allahﷻ #islam #universe #creation of universe #bible #god #nasa #tumblr #tumbler blog #tumbler #tumblog #tumblr milestone

[sammy24682468]

By the parable of the foolish rich man, Christ showed the folly of those who make the world their all. This man had received everything from God. The sun had been permitted to shine upon his land; for its rays fall on the just and on the unjust. The showers of heaven descend on the evil and on the good. The Lord had caused vegetation to flourish, and the fields to bring forth abundantly. The rich man was in perplexity as to what he should do with his produce. His barns were full to overflowing, and he had no place to put the surplus of his harvest. He did not think of God, from whom all his mercies had come. He did not realize that God had made him a steward of His goods that he might help the needy. He had a blessed opportunity of being God’s almoner, but he thought only of ministering to his own comfort. COL 256.1

#bibletruth #biblestudy #bible lessons #end time prophecy #7th day sabbath #bible reading

[mariacallous]

WASHINGTON (JTA) — On the fifth anniversary of the Pittsburgh synagogue shooting, President Joe Biden drew a straight line between the worst antisemitic attack in U.S. history and Hamas’ deadly Oct. 7 invasion of Israel.

“A gunman opened fire on Sabbath worshippers as they prayed, murdering 11 precious souls, wounding many more – including first responders,” Biden said Friday in his statement marking Oct. 27.

“Deepening the wound, today’s remembrance comes on the heels of the deadliest day for the Jewish people since the Holocaust,” Biden said. “On October 7th, a sacred Jewish holiday, the terrorist group Hamas unleashed pure evil against the people of Israel, slaughtering 1,400 Jews and taking hostage hundreds more.” Oct. 7 was the Jewish festival of Shemini Atzeret-Simchat Torah in Israel.

Biden’s weaving the two attacks, one committed by white nationalists, the other by radical Islamist terrorists, into the same cloth, marks a sharp shift from the launch of his campaign and the beginning of his presidency, when he identified the threat of antisemitism as coming principally from the far right. The gunman in Pittsburgh, who was sentenced to death this summer, was influenced by a proliferation of far-right content on social media.

Biden rolled out a strategy to counter antisemitism last May, the first by any presidential administration in U.S. history. A number of U.S. Jewish groups who advised on the strategy urged Biden to take into account the threat of anti-Jewish hatred from the left and other sources as well as the far-right, particularly on campuses, where some Jewish students say they face intimidation from the pro-Palestinian left.

“Under my presidency, we will continue to condemn antisemitism at every turn,” Biden said in his statement. “We are implementing the first-ever national strategy to counter Antisemitism. Because hate never goes away, it only hides until it is given just a little oxygen. And as a nation, we must ensure hate is never given any oxygen.”

A White House spokesman on Thursday specifically called out some campus pro-Palestinian protests as veering into antisemitism.

[jefferisp7]

Jesus is Our Sabbath

Jesus is our Sabbath... a response to those who insist that only the Sabbath day is only legitimate day for worship.

Jesus is our Sabbath, our Day of Rest.  He is the fulfillment of the Law. For he said, “Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them.” Matthew 5:17 (ESV)  Therefore it says: “It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption.…

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#7th Day Adventists #Apostles #Constantine #Council of Nicea #Didache #grace #holiness #Holy Spirit #Ignatius #Jerusalem Council #Jesus #Jesus Christ #Jesus is our Sabbath #Justin Martyr #Kosher #New Covenant #Noah #Sabbatarian #Sabbath #sin #Sunday Worship #torah

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Huh I didn't know the Christmas season lasted so long for Catholics! I bet thats fun. :) I'm Christian, though not Catholic, and I'm curious—is the 8-day/40-day Christmas thing a tradition or something more doctrinal, for lack of a better term? I guess I'm asking WHY Christmas is the way it is for you!

It’s tradition, we’ve been doing octaves since roughly the 4th century and 40 days have been since Biblical times :)

So the idea of the octave is the whole “world made in seven days,” the week is seven days etc, but with Christ’s resurrection on Sundays it’s kind of viewed as an “eighth day” (Saturday, the 7th day, being the Sabbath, so Sunday is viewed as a continuation and a new life rather than just starting the week over on day 1 if that makes sense), hence the idea of an octave came from that.

As for 40 days, that’s a period of days that’s popped up throughout the Old and New Testament, most notably (at least in my mind) Jesus going out to the desert for 40 days (which is where Lent comes from), so 40 days is just a traditional amount of time for certain seasons. There’s 40 days of Christmas, Lent, and Easter!

If you really want to be baffled, we have so many little pockets of Christmas (the octave, the 12 days of Christmas, etc) lol… we like to celebrate 😅😂

#you ask skye answers #lovely anon #christianity #catholiscism #we like to party what can I say #I get SO excited for Christmas #Can’t wait to start partying again ☺️ #Gotta get through advent first #Prep is just as important as the celebration!

[thehummingbirdpost]

Jewish Voice for Peace Advocates for Palestinian Rights

Dale Colleen Hamilton

[email protected]

April 2024

My friend Esther Farmer has lived in Brooklyn her whole life. Her parents, Palestinian Jews, immigrated there in the 1920s. Her father, a politically progressive activist, was labelled a communist and black-listed, making it difficult for him to find work. Her mother was way ahead of her times and her support for the Palestinian cause was loud and often fierce and she battled sexism fearlessly.

Esther calls herself culturally Jewish, religiously atheist, politically non-Zionist and passionately pro-Palestinian. She’s been involved with Palestinian rights organizations for decades and is on the leadership committee of Jewish Voice for Peace, whose membership has exploded since the war on Palestine began. Their protests have attracted thousands of people and have included shutting down Grand Central Station and the Manhattan Bridge.

On my recent visit to New York City, I went with Esther to several pro-Palestinian anti-war demonstrations. She says there’s some form of pro-Palestinian protest almost every day, so there were plenty of choices. While I was there, she did a reading from a book she co-edited, A Land with People as well as several zoom presentations. She lives and breathes Palestinian rights these days. One of the most moving things I’ve heard her say is that her grandmother told her that Palestinians, Jews and Arabs used to live just fine together in Palestine, until in 1917 the British decided, in their imperial “wisdom,” to "declare" that Palestine should be a Jewish state through the Balfour Declaration.

The first protest we went to was intended to take place in front of the Brooklyn home of Chuck Schumer (Democratic Senate Majority Leader) but police in riot gear blocked his street. Schumer is being targeted, in part, because he was given over $100,000 in campaign contributions by pro-Zionist AIPAC (American Israeli Public Affairs Committee). In response to the police blockade, the effigies of dead swaddled children being carried by the protesters were laid at the feet of the police. And the protesters read aloud a list of 64 names of dead Palestinian children. These names represented one tenth of one percent of the children killed since Oct 7th. It would have taken 24/7 for 2 days to have read all the names. As the names were spoken, I found myself watching the faces of the police officers for any glimmer of support or remorse, but they were well-trained to show no emotion. However, as the procession wound through the Saturday farmers’ market, many people stopped and quietened respectfully.

Another protest we attended was staged in front of the United Nations in Manhattan. Again, riot police were in full force. Although no arrests were made, Jewish Voice for Peace always has a lawyer present and a team of members ready to support anyone who does get arrested, as was the case during the Grand Central Station action, where over 300 people were arrested. To me as a Canadian gentile outsider, the most striking element of this protest was the range of participants, including Armenian and Kurdish rights activists, an Iranian Feminist group and about a dozen Orthodox Hasidic Jews, who have been demonstrating for Palestinian rights and denouncing Zionism and the Jewish state for years. It was the Sabbath so they aren’t allowed to take public transit or drive, so they had walked from Williamsburg, over 6 kms each way. Although Hasidic Jews are sometimes criticized for sexist practises, I couldn’t help but admire their dedication to the Palestinian cause.

In between demonstrations, we had the best Middle Eastern food I’ve ever experienced at a Palestinian restaurant called Ayat on Cortelyou Road in Brooklyn. Their menu includes a call for an end to the occupation and asks diners to “pray for peace for all”. The meal we had there felt sombre, but it also felt like a celebration of the swell of awareness and support for Palestinians and a rethinking of what it means to be Jewish and Israeli and the role US-made armaments play in the genocide.

By a stroke of dumb luck, I got the last rush ticket to see a sold-out play called The Ally, at the Public Theatre in Greenwich Village. In keeping with the apparent theme of my trip, it was a play about the Palestinian Israeli conflict. It presented all sides of the issue, which left my head spinning. In the lobby after the performance, a man who sounded like he knew what he was talking about said he thinks it will be remounted, which makes sense, seeing as it’s such a timely and important topic.

And oh yes, by way of contrast, while in New York I also experienced cherry trees in bloom (eerily early), an earthquake (4.8 magnitude centered in New Jersey) and the solar eclipse, which we watched grow to 90% totality in Prospect Park. And after the intensity of the protests, back at Esther’s each evening, we’d sit on the couch and watch Democracy Now and Aljazeera, trying to make sense of a world apparently on a collision course with itself.

#jews for palestine #jews for ceasefire #jews against israel

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

hi mara, i found your blog quite randomly, and i feel a sense of comfort from your posts. im not sure how to explain this fully, on account of general burnout, but i feel more at ease whilst reading your posts. they have a familiar feeling to them that i cant exactly explain. thank you for posting, please look after yourself

hey anonymous; is that so? for me: i take comfort in thinking about ABA(!) -- i have this mental game i:ve been playing since i:ve seen the trailer for her where i imagine wasting my pay on strive and her dlc (?) and then maybe trying her in practice for a few minutes and alt+f4ing 'cause i:m too bored; but it flows further: i imagine maybe if i took a chance and made a connection with another person and grinding Strive together like back when i:d play KOF with friends over voice and had fun; and then ABA becomes a key (ha) to tool me to connect, to may-be be the excitement i need to start having more pits and valleys and hills in my life instead of the same slow march deeper into a quiet boring life (but isn:t that how the control starts? suddenly ABA is another operant lever installed inside to control me to CONNECT!); or so-and-so; really love the design, may-be best to admire from afar and not covet the material to be a simple tool to fix a dear flaw in myself.

any-ways!

it:s orsday sabbath, overlapping with the 7th day sabbath, and i wrote another weekly programming post, + i have sermon notes and some bad sketches of my pastor since i went to church, too;

read it here if you:d like

#faith

[killerlookz]

CEMETERY DRIVE + eddie teaching his gf how to play guitar? :)

AWH THIS IS SOOOO SUPER CUTEEE <33 i love this concept

Practice Makes Perfect | Eddie Munson

warnings: literally none bahaha, except like? me not knowing shit about how to play guitar so everything has been googled.

word count: 0.8k

You slump your head backward, letting it rest against your boyfriend's shoulder, sighing as your body relaxes in his lap.

"I can't do this," You groan, exasperated. Eddie had been trying to teach you to play Black Sabbath's Iron Man for the last hour and a half now to just about no avail. It was like the guitar was allergic to you or something, he'd told you it was just about the easiest song to play on guitar, and yet, even with Eddie right over your shoulder, practically doing everything for you, you still couldn't get it right.

"Baby," Eddie chuckles, turning his head to smile down at you, "You've barely tried."

"It's already too hard," You shake your head, letting it thrash about on Eddie's shoulder.

"You can't give up just yet," He shakes his head back, "No one's going to become Jimi Hendrix in a day."

"Jimi Hendrix?" You repeat rhetorically, "I'm not even Sid Vicious!"

"Sid Vicious was a bassist, sweetheart."

"Yeah, my point exactly!"

Eddie chuckles, tightening the fretboard of his guitar in his hands as it rests splayed across your lap. Eddie looks over his shoulder watching as his hands move up the length of the instrument,

"Look, here, just hold the fretboard, just like I showed you, the 7th, then the 10th, then the 12th," Eddie encourages, pushing his shoulder forward to nudge your head upward, "I'll strum, you don't have to worry about that yet."

"Okay," You reply dejectedly, focusing your attention back on the guitar. You situate your hand back around the fretboard, letting your pointer finger press against the first string like Eddie had shown you. Seven, down three, down two you repeat in your head, trying to get down just where your fingers needed to be. After repeating the directions to yourself a few more times you nod to Eddie, letting him know you're ready. Eddie nods back with a smile, fiddling with the pick in his hands before he rests it against the strings of the guitar, signaling he was about to start strumming.

You turn your head to the fretboard, confirming your hand was indeed in the right place. You feel the string vibrate under your finger as Eddie moves his pick down the strings, but the sound is muted, only a small thump noise extends from Eddie's strumming. You sigh, having fucked something up once again.

"You're muting the string, baby," Eddie informs, his voice sweet and patient, "You gotta press down on it."

"What- I am pressing down on it?" You retort, growing confused.

"You gotta press down harder," He clarifies, moving his fingers so it rests on top of yours, "Like this," He presses his finger down on yours, pushing it against the string, causing the thin metal to push into your skin. Your face scrunches up at the feeling of your soft flesh being dented,

"That hurts," You wince, feeling a twinge against your fingers which are far too delicate, and the strings that are far too tough.

Eddie sighs, and you feel his breath tickle against your neck, causing your body to shiver.

"I know, baby," He coos, "That's why you gotta practice, so your fingers get tougher." He places a small kiss against your shoulder, "We can stop though, if you wan-"

"No," You shake your head, cutting him off, your growing frustration with your lack of comprehension for the guitar only making you grow stubborn about learning what to do, "I said I wanted you to teach me."

"Okay," Eddie nods, "How about, you strum, and I play the chords? We'll start with something easier."

"Yeah," You nod back, "That sounds good,"

Eddie transfers the pick from his hands to yours, the calloused pads of his fingertips grazing over yours just gently as the plastic changes hands.

"Okay," Eddie says, situating his body and aligning his fingers up with the first chord of the song, "You only need to strum the first two strings for this part, if you hit the other ones it'll sound wrong, think you can do that?"

"Sounds easy enough,"

"Yeah," Eddie smiles, "You got this," Eddie nods to you, signaling to you that he was ready for you to begin.

You look down at the strings, swiping the pick across the first two of the six, and suddenly the recognizable first note of the song rang out throughout the room.

"See," Eddie says, nudging his face towards you, his cheek rubbing against the side of your head, "Easy?"

"Yeah," You agree, "At least this part is,"

"Trust me babe," Eddie reassures, "The rest is a breeze, you'll be the next Jimi Hendrix in no time."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #joseph quinn #stranger things #three cheers for 1.5k #anya's drabbles