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jones7thavenue · 10 months

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2023 Diary Entry No. 22

It's been a month + two weeks since the last diary entry. I've been busy adjusting to the new flat I'm living with my parents in right now, so I apologize for not having gotten to write about it sooner.

I'm listening to Wildest Dreams by Brandy from her 2012 album, Two Eleven, on loop, as I'm writing this journal entry. I've been thinking about my boyfriend a fucking lot lately, due to having read some MK11 fanfiction on here, and, boy, am I in deep. A little too deep into my mind here, that is. I can't stop thinking about my man at all. It's not that the fanfiction had anything to do with that. It's just that I've been craving his warm hands on me for a long fucking time, and I wish I was in his arms right now, even though it's my fucking fault for the impossibility. I'm finally getting some self-care. I only regret not having done so sooner, due to things coming up and shit. I need to find a way to replace my state ID card, so I can get medical services for all types of doctors and shit.

Anyway, I'm just looking forward to seeing my boyfriend and our son today. I have forgotten to take my meds last night, and, knowing myself, it's way too late for that, so I'll be taking my morning medications in thirty-eight minutes from now, then I'll be ready to go see my little boy. My phone is going to be off for the whole day, though, so I hope my mom can keep herself busy without feeling the need to call me every 2 minutes.

I couldn't sleep, but Mom + Pops had their beauty sleep....or did they? I just wish they could go back to bed, shit! It's total bullshit, the situation I got myself into, the past 2.5 fucking years of self-punishment with the fact that I'm my parents' slave because of the choices that I made to be here. And, boy, are they bad ones. And, unfortunately, they're all my fucking fault. I'm so fucking pissed I can't even think of typing shit because I keep thinking about that shit that should be forgotten entirely, but I can't trust me enough to forgive for the past 13 fucking years. Fuck you very much, grandma. I hope all my family members burn in hell; I don't expect myself to be there, once I repent and pray to have Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior again, this time, for good, because I have a family to take care of, anyway. I'm done with being a cellophane doormat. For real, man.

Sorry for the long ranting paragraph, but not sorry for how I fucking feel about life, and the government, in general. I'm so happy someone sides with my story, with no need to open my mouth. I'm just ready to move on with my life and not remember negative shit anymore because, look where the negative shit got me. Fuck you very much, Satan; may your servants bow down to your $25 Trillion five footlong.

Okay, enough of the angry bitching. It's way too early for that. I'm going to calm myself down with a fucking nap. I'll be back.

I woke up to my stepfather causing chaos over being obedient to my mother and me. Ever since then, I haven't been feeling like doing anything, but I'm forced to do everything this weekend anyway, because it's just so much pressure to be the Barbie of the household: I have to wash dishes, I have to sweep and mop the floors, I have to clean everyone's room (mainly because someone lazily fucks their own bedroom up and doesn't bother to clean it right the fuck back the fuck up, because they think they're hot shit, but, trust me on this: they're not!), I have to take out the fucking trash, too. It's fucking exhausting for me to do everything without any fucking help whatsoever. I keep dreaming of the impossible fantasy of having my own life, having my own place, however the fuck I want my life. I'm getting to the point where should I go to jail, it's the only way to learn how not to do shit again, but way too late. And, obviously, as everyone knows, nobody wants nor needs that, so I better keep myself in my own head, obviously because it's not worth going there over an imbecile who thinks he's entitled to being lazy, when he knows how to drop shit all over the bedroom, so if he can do that, he can put the mess right back into where it came from, instead of me having to do it while bitching the whole fucking time.

I apologize sincerely for having been busy for hours, but, thanks to Big Brother, I replaced one movie + added two more into my library today, via the local Media Exchange. I'm looking forward to watching The Crow Duology by myself in the kitchen tonight when the folks are sleeping tonight. I'm surprised they liked my latest photo via Instagram. It's been too hot be hot as Fujin's balls outside right now, but, when the sun's down, I'll be out one last time for today, grabbing a lotto ticket and $5 in quarters so I can do some laundry tomorrow morning. I'm no longer considering moving out of my parents' abode at this point in time because the government is so fucking rude as shit, thinking they're hot shit until after the apocalypse. I'm just so looking forward to better days, even though it's impossible right now. All I need to do is clean the kitchen, wash the dishes, take out the trash, clean the bathroom, put away the dirty laundry (again!), clean my room + clear the kitchen table, as the list for housework to do tonight/tomorrow. Then, after I get all that shit done, will I be able to enjoy anything, starting Monday morning. I don't need to be putting shit off until later anymore, because, well, it's pissing people the fuck off, myself included.

I got a gut-wrenching feeling that my PS4 is done for, so I'm calling my request for a Chromebook off until there's a better time for that shit, since I have very little to save every month now, due to inflation. Fuck, I feel like crying right now, but it's so hard to unmask myself in front of anyone at this point. I'm just heartbroken because of how the past 3 years has treated me. Maybe I fucking deserve this karma for all the stupid shit I did to people long ago, because of my arrogant ass ego. It's just been a long time since I've thought about the shit I had done, but it's also the first time I'm ever writing about it, and, once I finish writing this, the negative weight will just get off my back eventually, even though right now it's impossible.

It's all about changing habits, nothing else. If I need to get back to better, it's all about doing, thinking, acting, being better, period. That's all. It's time to make peace with myself.

#life as an aspie #habits #personal growth #journal entry #diary entry #mental health #mental growth #2023 diary entry

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misterstealyourheart · 3 years

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Anyone else notices that the phantom thieves have the biggest group compared to the investigation squad or SEES

#JESUS ELEVEN MEMBERS TOTAL #persona 5 spoilers #p5s spoilers #p5r spoilers

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spaceorphan18 · 3 years

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99 PERSPECTIVES ON A SINGLE LOVE STORY #27

A/N: The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

I started something like this a while back - and now I’m taking the idea and really running with it. Each chapter is a ficlet of a different character at a different point in Kurt and Blaine’s life - documenting their love story. This starts in Audition, and each chapter will be paired with a different episode until reaching Dreams Come True.

[Ao3]

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Sebastian Smythe (The First Time)

Sebastian Smythe is bored. His plan is taking much longer to pull off than he originally intended; head to the bar by nine, have Blaine Anderson on his knees by ten, and by eleven, he’d be back home early enough to still troll the show choir chat blogs in his amusing quest to make future prima donnas cry, or at the very least, be able to get another dick pic to add to his collection. Instead, it’s been almost three hours, and having to hold onto the facade that he actually cares about either of them is getting tiring.

The problem isn’t Blaine. If Sebastian is pushed to admit the truth, he’d say his only interest in Blaine is the (most-likely) delicious cock he hides underneath the grandpa clothes he insists on wearing, as well as the knowledge that by fucking the Warblers’ most powerful (ex-)member, he’d finally have the control over the group he craves. The bonus being that he might get to put his cock up that juicy ass, or at least get Blaine’s dreamy mouth to suck him off. The thought of Blaine’s eyes wide and wanton as he takes Sebastian’s cock delights him. Sebastian’s been sure from the first time they met that Blaine is definitely not getting the physical attention he probably desires. And who better to give it to Blaine than himself?

No, if he is able to get Blaine alone, he is sure he could coax him into shedding the goody-two-shoes schoolboy image he insists on wearing.

The problem is the frigid, bitch of a boyfriend. Kurt Hummel might as well have a leash around Blaine’s neck, he is so possessive over him. The thought of a threesome had crossed Sebastian’s mind, but he couldn’t tolerate doing anything with someone more prudish than a Jane Austen character. God, he is so fucking annoying.

Blaine and Kurt had gone to the bathroom, leaving Sebastian at the bar alone. He has ordered another beer, not for himself, but for Blaine. Twice now he has been able to switch out Blaine’s bottles without noticing, and apparently, the more Blaine drinks, the looser he gets. It may take a little longer than expected, but if he can keep off Kurt, or get him to go home all together, Sebastian could easily slip in and make his move.

Sebastian smirks to himself, thinking again about all the things he would do to Blaine if he got him alone for just five minutes. As he’s waiting, he notices a very handsome college-aged guy down the bar who is looking in his direction. He gives a little wink, and well, maybe he has a plan b if he can’t pry Blaine out of Kurt’s delicate hands. He’s not sure how much more patience he has for his charade with Blaine and Kurt tonight. And College Guy is hot. Really fucking hot. College Guy also seems interested but before Sebastian can signal further, that dumb jock that used to go to McKinley sits between them. Asshole.

“Meeting your next love connection?” Kurt is back, taking the seat next to Sebastian. His eyes are narrowed and suspicious. It must be so exhausting always trying to measure up to someone who is superior.

Sebastian rolls his eyes. “I don’t know why you have such an obsession with love, Kurt. Why bother with messy emotions when you can get right to the good stuff.” Sebastian wiggles his eyebrows. “Sex.”

“Yeah, I got that,” Kurt bites at him.

“Where’s Blaine?” Sebastian asks. “Or is Mommy allowing him to be a real boy and go to the potty all by himself.”

“Do you ever loosen up?” Sebastian asks casually. Kurt remains stoney faced at him. He’s got to admit, there’s something enjoyable about getting Kurt all riled up. “I’m guessing you haven’t enjoyed this evening one bit.”

“I have,” Kurt replies, though it’s clearly forced. “This place is…” Kurt looks around, though doesn’t seem to have any words. Sebastian smirks. “Well, I enjoy being able to dance with my boyfriend. Who loves me.”

“Dancing?” Sebastian scoffs. “Is that what you were doing tonight? It seems more like you’ve been having weird, alien seizures or something.”

Kurt gives a mocking laugh. “Well, at least I don’t look like a stiff metal pole that is being whacked into awkward angles.”

Sebastian can at least appreciate Kurt’s wit, even if it’s the only bit of personality he has. It makes the game more fun. “At least my pole has some sex appeal. Do you even have a dick, Kurt? Is that why your voice is so high? Because you actually belong in some butch lesbian commune?”

“Oh,” Kurt tilts his head viciously. “I hope you get so many STDs that they have to cut your dick off.”

“Weak, Kurt,” Sebastian says, shaking his head. “And here I thought you’d be a great verbal rival. At least you have your words -- because you’ll never be my sexual rival.”

Kurt completely stops the pretense, and unexpectedly, lays it all on the table. “Stop treating my boyfriend like a conquest.” Kurt’s all serious now. God, he’s so fucking boring and predictable. “You aren’t going to win.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” Sebastian shoots back. “When push comes to shove, I’ll be able to deliver what Blaine really needs. Do you really think you’re any comparison?”

“Go fuck yourself, Sebastian. Oh wait, I doubt you can even pleasure yourself.”

Blaine comes back then, all smiley and very tipsy, and falls into Kurt. “Are you guys getting along?” he asks, his words slurring together.

“We’re having all the fun,” Sebastian says.

“Tons.”

Blaine wraps himself around Kurt, snuggling into him. “Kurt, you smell so good,” he says, a bit dreamily. Jesus, fuck, he’s such a lost cause. Sebastian can’t even fathom what Kurt’s appeal is. “We should dance really close so I can smell you more.”

“Okay,” Kurt says, standing up, not letting go of Blaine in the process. “It’s probably time we get you home.”

“Boys, the night is still early,” Sebastian insists.

“Yeah, it’s still early, Kurt,” Blaine echoes. “And I haven’t finished holding you.”

Kurt turns a slight shade of red. He tries to hide it, but Sebastian can tell what a poor sap he really is. “No, we’re going home now,” Kurt says again.

Sebastian is annoyed, but he glances over to where College Guy is still sitting at the bar, and thinks maybe the night isn’t a total loss.

“Do you need a ride, Sebastian?” Blaine offers.

Sebastian shakes his head. “No, I’ll be fine. You guys go, wouldn’t want granny to miss her bedtime.”

Blaine looks at him confused, but Kurt shoots him a very dark look as they head out. Oh, this isn’t over by a long shot, Sebastian thinks, as he eyes Kurt back. The night may be over, and Kurt may think he’s won, but Kurt doesn’t know how tenacious Sebastian can be.

#s.o. writes things #99 perspectives

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harringrovehouse · 4 years

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Steve’s nervous, even though he shouldn’t be. Even though he and Billy have been ‘hanging out for weeks’, even though this isn’t like a real date! They’re just going for some food and then maybe to a movie. Totally not a date.

Steve’s fucking very nervous.

He fidgets with his collar before sighing, pulling yet another shirt off and throwing it to the side. He’s standing in his close glaring when someone knocks.

Which is weird.

He’s alone. Like he lives alone! His parents moved to Indianapolis after he graduated and left him the house because they were sure he’d die on the streets if they didn’t at LEAST do that.

“Uh, come in?” Steve calls out, already gripping his bat. It hasn’t needed to be used in years but hey, Steve’s not that stupid.

The door creaks open and Max’s freckled face pokes itself into the room. Steve sags slightly and tucks the bat away again.

“Hey Max, what are you doing here?” Max shifts her weight before stepping fully into the room and coming to stand directly in front of Steve.

“I know you’re going on a date with my bro-with Billy!” The two are still weird about showing affection for each other around other people. Steve pales, grabbing a random shirt and hurrying past Max.

“It’s not a date!” He pulls the dark fabric over his head and huffs. “We’re just hanging out, going to grab some food and then see that new slasher flick.”

Max gives him a look. “So dinner and a movie, a date.”

“No! Hanging out! Like when you asshole used to steal food from Scoops and then use the back hallway to sneak into whatever movie you wanted.”

“We took candy and sprinkles. Billy’s packing a freaking picnic!” Max crosses her arms over her chest and glares. Steve’s cheeks pink. A picnic.

“He is?”

“Well yeah, Billy style, some fried chicken, few beers and I think I saw some potato chips. But he like put it all in a basket Nancy had!” Steve can’t help but smile, he forces himself to look away towards his mirror. Pretending to fix his hair.

“Theater food is expensive. And nasty. Too much butter.” Behind him Max makes an irritated noise.

“I didn’t want to have to do this.” Suddenly he’s being wheeled around and shoved backwards into the wall. An impressive feet for someone who’s like 5’ 4”. “Steve Harrington I want to know your intentions with my brother!”

“Jesus Max! Clam down!” Steve gently pushes th finger she’s waving at him to the side. “I don’t have any intentions with him!” That doesn’t seem to be the answer Max is looking for. She steps even more into his space and pokes him in the chest.

“Don’t think I haven’t heard about you King Steve! Billy’s worked really hard to get to where he is! I don’t want to see someone hurt him, even if it’s you!”

Oh.

Ohhh.

So that’s what this is. A ‘don’t hurt my brother or I’ll hurt you’ speech. Steve smiles down at Max, before ruffling her hair and patting her shoulder.

“I promise I’ll take good care of Billy okay Max. I really like him.” For the first time sonce she entered the room Max’s shoulder relax. She scruntches up her nose and sighs.

“You better!” Steve nods. “We worked too hard for him to go back to,”

“Hey, stop.” Max blinks and looks away. Steve sets both hands on her shoulders. “You’re right, we have worked too hard, Billy’s gotten so much better since he came home. I promise I take care of him okay.” Max nods and Steve pulls her into a hug.

“I’d kill you with your bat if you didn’t!”

Steve smiles.

He thinks they’re done, that he can leave now but then he’s met by Will Byers. The short boy is hovering in the enterence way, jittering slightly as he watches Max and Steve decend from the second floor. Steve watches as the two Party members exchange looks before Max leaves the house and Will steps in front of him.

“Yes?” Steve asks looking down at the shorter boy.

“Steve,” A pause as Will tries to gather his courage. “I like you, you’re my friend and I like you BUT if you hurt Billy, in anyway! I’ll kill you.” Steve’s eyebrows shot into his hair, well that was unexpected.

Will and Billy had gotten close over the past year, shares trauma, from both the Mindflayer and from the time before that. They’d both really helped each other come out of their shells, so to speak. Will by helping Billy reconnect with humans and Billy helping Will come out to his friends. Steve knew they were close but hadn’t thought they were close enough that Will would threaten someone for Billy.

“Hey I already told Max I’m not going to hurt Billy,”

“Good! Because even though we’re friends and I like you! Billy’s like a second brother to me and-and we’re basically family!” Billy had moved in with El and Hop once he’d gotten out of the hospital, and then shortly after that Billy, El and Hop had all moved into a new home with the Byer’s family. They’d lived together for the better part of a year.

Steve gave Will a warm smile and squeezed his shoulder.

“Billy means a lot to me too Will. I promise I won’t hurt him.”

“You better not. They’d never find your body!”

When Steve makes it out of his house it’s to the sight of Eleven standing next to his car. She’s blowing a bubble of bright blue gum and glaring at him.

“Not you too.” Steve groans. He really doesn’t have time for this. He’s got a picnic waiting that’s getting cold.

El sucks the bubble back in and looks Steve up and down. “You’ll treat him nicely. Like friends.” She’s gotten better at speaking but Steve’s found that when she doesn’t want to be tested, her words fail her. “Or else.” And then she cracks her gum, shattering a larger bubble she’d just made. Steve winces.

“I promise! I promise you, and Will and Max. I will not harm a single hair on Billy’s head.”

El narrows her eye. “Friend’s,”

“Don’t lie.” Steve finishes in a hurry. “Now move. I’ll be late.” Steve winks at her as he slids into his car, El gives him a large smile and a wave as he turns the key. “Now get home, it’ls gonna get late. I don’t want the three of you out at night!”

Steve watches them climb back onto their bikes as he pulls away, headed to the new Byers-Hopper presidents. It’s not far, only about five minutes down the road from Steve’s house, but far enough that he still beats the kids their.

Hopper’s outside.

Waiting.

And Steve groans. Not again.

“Evening.” Hop greets when Steve climbs out of bis car and makes his way up the driveway towards the house. Steve gives him a look.

“Please. Not you too.”

“Steve I’ve know you a long time,” Hopper leans back, displaying his badge.

“Hop. Please.”

“But that’s as good as my kid you’re going to be taking out god knows where.” He taps his hip where his service weapon normally goes ans Steve groans.

“To the Hawk.”

“And I just wanted to remind you that I have eyes and ears all over this town.” The gun isn’t in the holster but that doesn’t stop Hopper from patting the empty place it sits.

“Hop I’m begging you!” Steve just wants to get drunk and see a shitty horror movie with the guy he might love. Is that too much to ask.

“Be good to my kid Steve, or,”

“You’ll kill me?” Steve finishes for him and Hopper nods. “Well apparently there’s a line so grab a number.” Hopper smiles at him.

The front door opens then, and out walks Joyce and Billy. Billy looks really good, Steve takes in everything about him. From the way his now short hair curls at the end, to how nicely his brother leather jacket fits over his tight black v neck shirt down to the new light wash jeans he’s wearing. He looks breath taking, and for a moment Steve has to remind himself to breath.

“Oh! I knew I heard your voice.” Joyce beams at Steve and gently ushers a blushing Billy toward Steve. Who mets them half way to take the basket Billy’s failing to hide. “You both looks very handsome tonight,” She pats Steve’s jacket and fixes the collar for him. “Don’t let us hold you up, have a good time okay.” She gives them both a thumbs up and Steve turns to Billy, who looks away and gruffly mutters a ‘lets go then Harrington’ before stomping away.

Steve watches the back of Billy’s neck turn red.

They make it to the car without anyone stopping them. Steve sets the basket in the backseat before opening the door for Billy, who blushes even more and snaps something about ‘not being the girl here Princess’. Steve just smiles and closes the door for him before hurrying to the driver’s side and climbing in. He starts the engine again and it just about ready to pull off when Joyce calls out to them.

“Oh and boys!” They both turn to look at her, worried they’d forgotten something important. She smiles sweety at them and leans into Hopper’s side. “If either of you hurt the other, I’ll bury you so far in the ground they’ll find your lifeless corpse in China.”

Both Steve and Billy gulp.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #is this a crack fic???#LMAO IT FEELS LIKE IT!#Everyone always has those ‘Billy v whoever’ saying they’ll kill him if he hurts Steve #but what about if Steve hurts Billy!!#where are those!

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romijuli · 3 years

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if goswin had to borrow clothes, would he be more embarrassed over hendrik's turtleneck, eleven's boots, or jade's shorts?

HLISAGJHVGK

okay this is not what you asked, but: a ranking of “which party member’s (default) clothes goswin would most to least not mind”

...once i can put this under a cut

Sylv: inoffensive enough, the only problem would be that sylv is ungodly tall and so goswin would be drowning in sylv clothes.

Rab: the exact opposite problem; rab is short but round. so simultaneously stretching clothes and drowning in them. if that weren’t a factor he’d be all for it tbh

Serena: honestly, once he gets used to it, he’d be totally on board wearing dresses from time to time. the sleeves are a bonus.

Eleven: actually this is a very likely borrowing. he doesn’t mind the boots as much, he can just swap them out.

Hendrik: “I. I can’t wear this shirt, I’ll just wear the checkered thing.” low on this list because it’s a tits-out look.

Erik: see above.

Veronica: it’s fine, it’s just too frilly. and also *gestures to her being small for 90% of the game*

Jade: it would be fine if not for the booty shorts. my god i NEVER noticed how fucking short those are jesus christ. he just can’t do it.

#anon i cannot articulate how hard i lost it reading this #gay baby goswin coming soon to an ao3 near you #chel's monster squad #i almost referred to hendrik's outfit as plaid. that is not plaid chel

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giftofshewbread · 3 years

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Days of Prophecy

By Daymond Duck Published on: March 28, 2021

Jesus compared the end of the age to the days of Noah and the days of Lot.

So much Bible prophecy is being fulfilled, these days could also be called the days of prophecy.

Here are some recent events that caught my attention.

One, in early Mar. 2021, Israel announced plans to build the “Peace Railway” to connect Israel with the Gulf nations, China, the EU and others.

This could take a few years, but it is prophetically significant because China has already spent hundreds of billions of dollars building the “silk railroad” to the Middle East, and the Bible teaches that the Kings of the East (probably China and others) will invade the Middle East during the Tribulation Period.

Two, concerning peace in the Middle East: on Mar. 16, 2021, Israeli Prime Min. Netanyahu said there are 4 more normalization agreements (peace treaties) on the way.

Netanyahu did not name the 4 nations, but it is believed that 3 of them are Indonesia, Mauritania and Saudi Arabia.

If 4 more agreements are signed, that would up the “Abraham Accords” to 8 nations.

Israel is moving closer to the covenant with death (Isa. 28:14-15; Dan. 9:27).

Three, concerning the Battle of Gog and Magog: on Mar. 19, 2021, Middle East expert Joel Rosenberg said “the threat of war between Israel, Iran and Hezbollah is rising.”

He noted that three Israeli leaders took emergency trips to Europe and Russia to relay Israel’s concern that war is coming.

Israel’s Pres. Rivlin and IDF Chief of Staff Kochavi visited Germany, Austria and France.

Israel’s Foreign Minister Ashkenazi visited Russia.

Rivlin has also secured an invitation to visit the U.S. to address a joint session of Congress (the time of this depends on when Congress can meet because of Covid).

Four, also concerning the Battle of Gog and Magog: on Mar. 21, 2021, it was reported that there is a growing alliance between Russia, Iran and Turkey and a growing dislike by these three nations for the U.S.

Russia, Iran, and Turkey are working together to divide up Syria and gain more influence in the Middle East.

Five, concerning the U.S. being a blessing or a curse to Israel: on Mar. 18, 2021, it was reported that the Biden administration will reset America’s relationship with Israel in four areas: 1) The U.S. will re-establish diplomatic ties with the Palestinians; 2) The U.S. will return to the Two-State Solution (division of Israel); 3) The U.S. will oppose putting the “Made in Israel” label on products from the West Bank; and 4) The U.S. will return to giving the Palestinians millions of U.S. tax dollars each year.

Six, concerning world government: in a video that has reportedly gone viral on social media, a doctor from Ireland, Anne McCloskey, warned that “The Great Reset” is being pushed by globalist elite individuals and groups that want to drastically reduce the population of the earth.

McCloskey believes the Coronavirus crisis is a created event that people are using to establish a totalitarian world government.

McCloskey warned that these people are coming for you and everything you have, including all of your property, savings, and freedom.

It is important to understand that the Antichrist and False Prophet will use the economy (buying and selling) to control people and silence or eliminate those who disagree with their godless world government.

Seven, concerning the cashless society: it is being reported that one goal of “The Great Reset” is to completely transform the global money system into a cashless society.

Central Banks in several nations, including the U.S., are already discussing the creation of digital currencies that can be tracked.

These digital currencies will eventually make paper money worthless.

People will not be allowed to buy and sell without them.

For your information, the Republican Gazette recently reported that the cryptocurrency market has passed one trillion dollars in value.

This is fact, not a conspiracy theory that could be several years in the future.

Something like this could be a precursor to the Mark of the Beast.

Eight, concerning the coming economic collapse:

On Mar. 17, 2021, it was reported that Biden has asked Congress to reform the Tax Cuts and Jobs Act of 2017, so he can raise corporate taxes to cover some of his spending, and the Tax Foundation has estimated that it will destroy 159,000 jobs (be aware that this is at a time when many businesses are locked down and facing bankruptcy).

On Mar. 17, 2021, it was reported that Biden signed an executive order on the day he was inaugurated that canceled the sale of oil and gas leases on 80 million acres of land in the Gulf of Mexico, and the Louisiana Oil and Gas Association estimates that will endanger an industry that employs about 250,000 people (experts are warning that everyone’s utility bills will skyrocket).

On Mar. 22, 2021, it was reported that Biden regularly consults with former Pres. Obama on a number of issues (recall that Obama promised to transform America, spied on Trump, his people were involved in the Russian Collusion Hoax, etc.).

On Mar. 22, 2021, it was reported that Biden plans to spend more than $100 million on bus and airline tickets, hotel rooms, detention facilities, Covid treatment, etc., for illegal immigrants.

On Mar. 23, 2021, it was reported that Biden is preparing a $3 trillion stimulus package to deal with Climate Change, rebuild America’s infrastructure, etc. (Know that many U.S. citizens didn’t receive a stimulus check from the last stimulus package.)

Nine, concerning mandatory vaccinations and tracking people, on Mar. 17, 2021, the Israeli Knesset approved a bill to require certain people to wear an electronic bracelet that will monitor whether they are obeying Israel’s quarantine laws or not.

These bracelets, called “Freedom Bracelets,” won’t track a person’s movements, but if that person leaves the area that they have been quarantined to, the authorities will be notified.

Officials are using Covid as an excuse to race toward many kinds of tracking systems to locate and keep up with the movement of people.

Ten, concerning the Coronavirus, the Center for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) recently reported that 85.01 million doses of vaccine were given in the U.S. between Dec. 14, 2020, and Mar. 5, 2021.

1,524 people died in the first 48 hours, there were 31,079 adverse incidents (5,507 serious), and 85 reports of miscarriage or premature birth.

The short-term risk of death or serious affliction is small, but it is there, and there has not been enough time to determine unknown long-term risks.

In addition to the above, on Mar. 16, 2021, the Office of Attending Physicians reported that only 75% of the members in the U.S. House of Representatives have been vaccinated.

Even though 25% have not been vaccinated, all House members are allowed to use the House gym showers, locker room and swimming pool.

So, why are gyms, etc., locked down in several cities and states when House members are using the House gym, etc.?

Eleven, I want to share an e-mail from a reader that doesn’t want to be vaccinated.

Much of it is over my head, but it is well-stated and, in my opinion, very important.

Knowingly putting the name of Lucifer into your body is literally identifying yourself with him (The enzyme that activates the quantum dots in Gates’ vaccine is called Luciferase. Lucifer was Satan’s name when he fell; Isa. 14:12).

Knowingly taking aborted human fetal tissue into your body is not much different than cannibalism (When you can’t eat by mouth, you get nourishment through an IV into your body, so what’s the real difference?).

Satan is behind this whole thing, because it is unnatural for a person to want to exterminate their own species; even animals have respect for their own kind!

He (Satan) started his attack on the human genome (DNA) in Genesis 6, and nearly accomplished his agenda, BUT GOD intervened and protected the human race through Noah and his family because they were the only people on earth who had clean genetics (the pure human genome).

Jesus came as a human with a pure, uncorrupted human double helix of DNA; therefore, His sacrifice was done as a human and is for human beings only, not for animals, or synthetics, or ‘transhumans’ because none of them are ‘in the image of God.’

This current vaccine will begin the process of altering the human genome, but it does not splice into the double helix and completely change the DNA; however, the ‘mark of the beast’ (the Quantum Dot Tattoo) will totally corrupt the human genome, splicing itself into the double helix, so that the person who takes it will no longer be ‘in the image of God’ but will be ‘in the image of Lucifer’ with an alien form of DNA, one that was not created by God but is an abomination just like the Nephilim.

I never thought I would see Hosea 4:6 so clearly as I do today: “My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shalt be no priest to me: seeing thou hast forgotten the law of thy God, I will also forget thy children.” I wonder if the believers who take it will pay a price in eternity? If they are born again, they cannot lose their salvation, but God says they will not be ‘priests,’ and He will ‘forget their children,’ so does this mean that they will lose rewards? I think so! It’s up to each of us to be responsible for our actions, as God says in Romans 1:20 that ‘they are without excuse.’

Twelve, here is another interesting e-mail from a reader in MO.

No one is date-setting, but this is amazing, if true, and I pray that it will brighten your day.

The reader’s pastor asked his congregation at their Wednesday night Bible study to open their Bible to the last two verses in the Bible (Rev. 22:20-21).

The verses are 20 and 21 (as in the year 2021), and they read, “He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.”

Some would love for Jesus to come quickly for His Church in 2021.

Finally, if you want to go to heaven, you must be born again (John 3:3). God loves you, and if you have not done so, sincerely admit that you are a sinner; believe that Jesus is the virgin-born, sinless Son of God who died for the sins of the world, was buried, and raised from the dead; ask Him to forgive your sins, cleanse you, come into your heart and be your Saviour; then tell someone that you have done this.

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title: amo

pairing: brian kang/youngk x female reader

disclaimers: explicit language, smut, drinking.

genre: fluff&smut.

summary: your favorite band was finally touring, unfortunately for you, you were driving to another city to see them, and none of your friends even liked them. fortunately, however, while at the bar, you find yourself befriending a guy in a somewhat similar situation.

authors note: i’m currently listening to “amo” by bmth which is what inspired me to write this after seeing the prompt. also uh don’t go home with strange people at gigs ig ??? i’ve never have a bad experience with them at the gig but yeah. also this was not re-read through so uhm.

word count: 3.4k what the fuck

your rings hit the side of the plastic cup filled with water, forgetting your fake i.d at home before you drove to the busy main city a few towns over, you were currently stuck on water. you’d much rather be drinking a vodka and cola at this point, after meeting your fave band, and watching the crowd fill the barrier. you should probably head over there to score a decent place in the crowd where you can’t get hit by a crowd surfer but also have a good view of the band that you dedicated the past three years of your life to.

as you turned around from the bar to walk to the barrier, you hear someone speak to you, “hey, sorry, but are you here alone?”

you look up from the cup, to the man speaking, raising your eyebrow, “sorry it’s just you give off the aura you’re here alone and my friend has basically just ditched me for one of the girls working backstage.” he rubs the back of his neck before notioning to another guy, who waves at him, giving him a thumbs up, and you take a look at him. he’s highkey attractive, and you wonder why he’s talking to you, “also i kinda hate mosh pits alone but i also love them and need someone to participate with me.”

you smile a little, holding back a laugh, if you were with this strange guy, maybe you wouldn’t be so scared of standing in the crowd. “i actually am, all my friends hate this band.”

this time he raises his eyebrow, “hate them? 3racha are one of the best upcoming rock bands of the late twenty tens.”

“that’s what i said!” you almost exclaim, and he laughs.

“i’m brian, you want a drink?” he asks, notioning towards the fully stocked bar, and you bite your lip softly, nodding your head.

“___, nice to meet you. i’ll have a vodka and cola.”

you watch the bartender prepare your drink, while he opens a beer for your new friend. after you receive your drinks you make your way to the small crowd to watch soundcheck, the doors for general admission would be opening in about forty minutes, so you had time to enjoy the music while being around the second row.

after soundcheck was over, you had about twenty minutes left to talk to brian, and he was the one who sparked up the conversation first, motioning towards the tattoos he could see through the band shirt you had cut the sleeves off, and tied at your waist and the high waisted, black, leather mini skirt. “what’s the story behind these,” he motioned, first towards the roses that layered your left arm, and you proceeded to tell him a story about how you were lost as a child and roses helped you home.

as you waited for the first band to head on stage you found out he was in his own band, with jae, the friend who had “abandoned” him, he loved travelling and was currently studying in his masters at college. you’d have to remember not to mention you had just started your first year; he’d totally find it weird knowing you were nineteen.

finally, after what seemed like hours, the show had began. the first opening act, riot fever, had managed to storm through their set, even with the venue still filling up, and nobody singing when they asked for it during one of their songs. as they finished and the stage was changing over for the next act, 15&, brian’s attention was pulled away from another conversation you were having about how friends suck.

when his attention was back, he looked down to you and started to speak, pushing a backstage pass to your face, “maybe friends don’t suck,” he laughed as you took the pass.

“how the fuck?”

he looked over at jae, who had his arm around a girl, “you see the girl he’s been talking to all night? part of the crew, not just the backstage staff.”

that made your night entirely. you reached to grab the pass from him but he moves it away from your face before you can, “no way, little lady. how do i know you’re not about to take this and find another guy? hm. gotta prioritise myself.” he tells you over the music playing in the background; as he speaks your favorite song comes on -- drown by bring me the horizon. you wanna scream the song out at the top of your lungs but your attention is on the man in front of you.

“why would i do that?”

he taps your nose slightly before you find yourself being pushed closer to him as people gather closer to the barrier, you wanna yell at the person who pushed you, but when brian wraps his arms close around your waist and whispers, “hey, i got you, it’s fine.” your anger just melts away.

15& played their set, and finally 3racha were due on. the group of 5 members had been your safe space since you were sixteen, now you finally get to see them live. during their set, you had helped multiple crowd surfers and had been pushed even closer to brian. there was something about his manor that made you drawn to him, so when the lead singer, chris, came up to the mic and asked everyone to turn to the person next to them and give them a hug -- a sign of respect for each other, your heart pounded in your chest, as brian grabs your shoulders, pushing you towards his chest and into a hug. the embrace warm, and you lean your head on his chest before you break out of the hug.

it happened fast, when his lips found yours, surrounded by people in a sweaty concert, you lost yourself. “damn, we got a couple of love birds in the audience right now,” the bassist, felix, had yelled, gathering your attention as you pulled away from the kiss. the way his hands lingered over your waist, just above your ass made you wonder if he was trying to go further with it.

you looked at the stage, as people cheered, a blush forming on your cheeks, your ears burning red with everything that was happening. “let’s dedicate this song to you two, then,” felix said into the microphone as they started to play their latest single, “XO”.

the rest of the set felt different somehow, brian never moving his arm from your waist, making sure nobody kicked you in the head when crowd surfing. and finally 3racha had finished their show, the venue leaving.

brian turned to you, as everyone headed to merch, “so backstage?”

you bit your lip softly, looking at the time on your phone. you hadn’t planned on staying in town, but hopefully making your way home before midnight. it was only eleven, but if you went backstage, there was a big chance of more drinks and you’d have to pay out for a hotel or sleep in your car.

on the other hand; here was an insanely attractive man, who had scored you backstage passes to your favorite band. “backstage.” you nodded your head.

he smiles brightly, “want another drink before we go?”

you nodded again and the older man walked back to the bar quickly, seeing his friend jae standing there with his arm candy. after a few moments he turned so he was facing you again and motioned you to head over. dragging your feet to the bar you stood next to him as he pulled his arm around you, “jae, chungha, this is ___.”

“hi.” you smiled. your drink was passed to you by the bartender as he filled up a tray with shots and various other drinks, you took a small sip before making a face at it. “jesus christ,” you muttered.

“too much vodka, not enough coke?” the female, chungha said, smirking a little.

“something like that,” you replied, almost laughing.

brian looked at you, “sorry,” he whispered into your ear as chungha had grabbed a few bottles of beer before jae grabbed the tray.

“backstage?” she asked, and the two of you nodded. “i’m just gonna say the boys get hella rowdy after a show and tonight’s was insane, so if they’re loud, or try and beat each other then, well. yeah.” she said as the four of you walked past some members of the crew backstage. brian’s arm never leaving your shoulder as he occasionally sipped on the beer in his hand.

tonight was definitely going down in the best nights of your life. chungha had passed beers to a few members of the crew before you had reached a room backstage. “we’re probably gonna be here for like an hour before the guys go out to meet fans and i think they wanna head to a club or something afterwards. maybe they’ll just hang out in the bus with some music, extra booze.”

brian pulls you down onto a sofa as you enter the room where three of the members of 3racha are already sat. “oh,” he whispers in your ear, “i totally lied by the way,” you raise your eyebrows. “i kinda know the guys.”

you look around the room, taking a sip from your drink, you try to steady your breathing.

“god i’m out of it,” chris said, grabbing a shot of tequila from the tray and downing it as he ran a towel through his damp hair. he looked at you, then brian and laughed softly, “hope he’s treating you right, honey.”

you take another sip of your drink, pulling your legs onto the couch, and leaning against brian, “what’s that-”

“ignore him, ___. he’s been like this since highschool.” he mutters, rubbing his fingers over your arm. you look up at him as he looks down at you, smiling softly.

maybe the fact you had 2 glasses of the mixture swimming in your gut, but you wouldn’t mind if brian had asked you back to his place; wherever that may be. “you’ve been there through everything with 3racha, then?”

he nods his head, “mhm. helped them write their first few songs,” he tells you as felix opens up a bottle of beer, but instead of a normal way - he slams it against the table, breaking the glass, causing everyone to look at him. felix wasn’t even twenty one yet, and here chungha was, feeding a starting alcohol habit. you couldn’t really say much, you were nineteen and on your second drink of the night.

“jesus christ, felix.”

“shit, i’m fuckin’ sorry. gross, i smell of beer.”

“yeah that’s what typically happens when you smash a bottle of beer. dumb fuck.” changkyun, the drummer, said, slapping the boy on the back of his head.”if yunho or jooheon saw that they would’ve locked you in a guitar case.”

“how would i even fit into a guitar case?!” felix almost shrieks in anger, and changkyun just gives him a glare - an almost evil glare.

as if by magic the last two members of the group walk into the dressing room, seeing alcohol sitting on a tray in the middle of the table, they both grab a cup of something, before they see the glass on the floor. “jesus, who did that?” jooheon says, rolling his eyes and taking a seat next to you.

okay ___, stay cool. one of your favorite guitarists isn’t exactly sat next to you right now.

he stops drinking the alcohol in his hand, looks at you then chris, then brian and back to you, “uh hi?”

you turn to him, “hi.” you reply back, brian’s arm gets tighter around you, now leaving your arm and sitting on your side. you turn your attention to him, after he puts his beer glass down, he places his fingers under your chin and pulls you into the second kiss of the night. this time it’s more heated as music starts playing in the dressing room.

if your mother could see you now, she would probably scream at you. call you a whore, or something else. she didn’t even know you were out of town that night, thinking you were with your friend, jamie. the kiss gets more intense, fast, his tongue pressing against yours, his teeth occasionally biting down into your bottom lip.

“dude, if you’re gonna makeout with her take it to the tour bus, i’ll give you the keys and you can use the back room.” yunho almost throws a pillow at the two, as brian pulls away. he pulls off his bandana holding back all the blonde hair, and throws it over at his friend.

“shut up,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips, but this time it’s soft and sweet. he leans down to your ear, whispering, “i’d love to take you back to my place, but only if you’re okay with it.”

fuck yeah you were okay with it, inside of telling him, you respond with a kiss of your own. hand grabbing the back of his neck, holding him as close to you as you can.

for the next hour, you find yourself listening to music, getting to know the boys of 3racha, and drinking. while occasionally locking lips with the man you had met only a few hours ago.

they agreed to drop the two of you off at brian’s apartment, only twenty minutes away from the venue, and even though you dreaded leaving your car where it was parked, you didn’t want to risk the idea of getting into a car accident. plus it was already two in the morning.

when the two of you are finally in the apartment, you immediately take off your shoes, holding the red heals in your hand, you feel brian hold onto your waist. “so, we can order a pizza, i have some more booze laying around, or we could get to fucking first and i can take you out for breakfast tomorrow.” he whispers in your ear, leaving a line of soft kisses down the back of your neck, your hair had already been pulled into a bun the minute 3racha had entered the stage.

you turned your body around, “hm, pizza, sex and alcohol? sounds like a plan.” with your answer, you kiss him again, lips feeling like heaven as he taps your butt softly.

“any allergies i should know of?”

you shake your head as he gives you a small tour of the apartment, leading you finally into the bedroom. he looks you up and down, untying the bow you had at the bottom of your shirt, before pulling it over your head and kissing your lips again. his hands find themselves tangled in your hair as he pushes you down to the bed. “fuck the pizza, i need you first.” he says as he manages to push his way out of the skinny jeans on his waist.

quickly he pulls down your skirt, hands gripping at your thighs. you were always insecure about the way they pushed together but his eyes latched onto them, marking them with hickies along the inside. you mentally thanked yourself for shaving last night. and shaving everywhere. he moves up to your face, kissing you softly again, hands trailing down the bra straps before he eventually unclasps the back. “sit on my face.”

you gulp a little, sobering up somewhat with his words. you shook your head a little, your bra still covering up your breasts. “i - i can’t.” you tell him.

raising his eyebrow, “it wasn’t a question, babydoll. sit. on. my. face.”

you hesitate but find yourself adjusting your position and sitting on his face, to put it blunt. his hands grip at your underwear, the faded pink lace. you didn’t assume anything was going to happen that night, so you weren’t going to throw on your good pair of matching lingerie. brian bites down on your left thigh, but softly, enough to leave another mark not to the point of actual pain. he pulls your underwear off, snapping the band. “sorry,” he whispers into your thigh, throwing the pair of busted panties to the side, “if you’re a good girl, i’ll buy you some new ones.” he teases before going straight to the gold.

his tongue flicks over your clit, his fingers digging into your thighs, leaving bruises. he warms you up before his tongue enters you, exploring the new area. you lean your hands against the headboard of his bed, nails digging into it. using one hand to keep you still, brian’s fingers find your clit this time, slight pressure added as he uses two fingers to rub it.

you weren’t a virgin by any point, but it had been so long to the point of you could’ve came from any dirty talk.

his mouth moves away, “fuck, you’re so damn sweet.” he mutters, before his mouth is back at your entrance. you needed something more to feel a stronger orgasm, but at the way he was going, you were about to cum.

“i’m gonna - shit,” you mutter, feeling your legs start to plummet, “shit.” you repeat. breathing heavy, your throat felt dry as brian pulled away again.

“you gonna cum, baby?” a smirk is present on his face as you look down at him, nodding your head. “good girl.”

the second his tongue latches itself back around you, you feel the waves in your stomach as your orgasm approaches you. brian helps you ride it out, and helps you off him, laying you down on the bed, your bra now long gone too. he pulls his shirt off, your hands immediately going towards running down his stomach. another kiss is pressed against your mouth as he lets you catch your breath. “you did well,” he tells you, a hand pressed against your cheek. “the place that’s open at this time takes forty minutes, i’m gonna order it and then i’m going to ruin you.” he kisses you again, before leaving the room.

you sit up on your elbows, going to your bag that was thrown near the edge of the bed to check the time and see if your mother had called your best friend yet. aside from a few twitter and instagram notifications you had barely anything to see. it was closer to two am now, you knew your mother was about to kill you if she had seen the snapchat stories you had been posting all night. you had various notifications from your friends on that app, and as you were about to check them, the male walked back into the room.

“you ready, sweetheart?” he asks you, as you lock your phone, looking up at him and smirking. your phone gets placed on a bedside table, and before you know it, brian is pushing you back onto the bed, leaving hickies over your neck, throat, both your breasts and down your stomach, god, you were going to have a hard time explaining this to your family but in the moment, you were in bliss.

he grabs a condom from the bedside table, ripping it open with his teeth and slides it on, his boxers long gone. it doesn’t take him long before he has himself lined up, and pressing against you, your faces pressed together in a deep makeout. your hands dragging along his back with every thrust he made. your lipstick long gone, and your eye makeup smudged already. he stops for a second, taking your appearance in.

“what?”

“nothing, you just look beautiful.” he tells you, and you find yourself blushing before he continues his pace and speed. it continues for what seems like no time at all, as you fall deep into the mattress. “you tell me when you’re close, babydoll. i wanna hear you scream.”

fuck. those words sent you into oblivion, “god, i’m gonna cum.” you mutter only a few minutes later, to which he replies with a bite of your earlobe. after you let out a string of loud moans, and curses, he emptied himself into you. the pair of you sweating, looking at each other.

you shut your eyes for a split second, but wake up to brian pushing one of his shirts over your torso, and telling you the pizza had arrived.

“do you wanna go out with me sometime?” he asks out of the blue, as you’re halfway through a slice of pizza. you swallow and nod your head, smiling at him.

“i’d like that a lot.”

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Onni Speaks

▲ The marriage of Dr Mose Durst and Onni Yeon-soo Lim (or Im)

HOSTAGE TO HEAVEN by Barbara Underwood and Betty Underwood

Four years in the Unification Church by an Ex Moonie and the mother who fought to free her. Published 1979

from pages 66-69

Divine Principle was continually reinforced by community life, especially in Family Meetings. These were a time for brothers and sisters in the centers to share their realizations of God, their conquests of their own selfishness, or their dreams. Sometimes Onni would speak words of fire. Because of this, the call for Family Meeting struck like lightning.

“Quick, pali-pali!” (Pali meaning hurry in Korean.) “Onni’s coming tonight for a Family Meeting. Clean up now!” Teresa ordered. Teresa, who was responsible for preparing the worshipful atmosphere, assigned an older sister to prepare fruit and Ginseng tea for Onni and Dr. Durst, tasks accepted with honor and fear. Tensions ran high to meet Onni’s standard of perfection. Windows were opened because we all knew Onni’s “spiritual smell” was very sensitive to “low spirits” from recently departed guests still dwelling in the Satanic world. Hair combed, faces washed, shirts tucked in, the Family gathered in full circle around a pillow or sofa prepared for Onni. Teresa would lead us in singing before the magisterial arrival.

Onni and Dr. Durst would sweep in. Onni’s presence commanded full obedience. Meetings would usually start with a ritual passing of fortune cookies, which we read out loud. Seen as a barometer of our spiritual states of mind, the ones I saved were memorable: “Great thoughts come from the heart,” “Life to you is a dashing and bold adventure,” or “He that falls in love with himself [which I publicly read, “God”] will have no rivals.”

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I also lived at the Hearst Street mansion, a stately old Georgian ex-fraternity house near the University of California campus; at The Gardens, elegant and palatial home of Onni and Dr. Durst, for a few months; up in the Boonville trailers; and at the dignified Victorian Washington Street center in San Francisco.

The most complete responsibility in center life I ever assumed was during two months in summer of 1975 when I moved back to Oakland’s modest but historic Dana Street center. Jonah directed that house with bursting momentum, consistent as a reliably wound clock. My duties as his “object,” or assistant, included cooking for thirty each day and night, buying food and provisions, and in “spare” hours leading a recruiting team in downtown Oakland in which our goal was a “date” for dinner each night. (I still recall those unsuspecting sidewalk innocents on whom we lunged in desperation a few minutes before dinner.) I also hostessed evening lecture programs, gave lectures and slide presentations, kept the finances and the family history, answered telephones, drove flower-selling missions at night, conducted prayer meetings and trinity meetings, group-assisted at Boonville on weekends, and, above all, served Jonah with total obedience.

Jonah treated me with stern instruction, ever ready to correct. He’d catapult out of the house for meetings at The Gardens with Onni, sticking his head back in the door to yell about all the errors in judgment I’d committed that day. With no chance to plead for justice, I’d trot to Onni’s prayer room to faithfully pray for inner strength to humble myself to his holy tyranny, to feel “married for eternity” to his will. I tried to sense our bond as unending, the only way I could force myself to submit temporarily. After unlocking it with a hidden key, I’d slip into the Dana prayer room. One for each center, this one was immaculate with quiet light, translucent curtains gently blowing, photos of True Parents and Jesus, mementos from Korea, holy books, and the fragrance of fresh-cut roses. These moments were the few times when Reverend Moon’s wife, my True Mother, emerged as more important to me than “Father” himself. I had been told that her course in restoring the world set the example for all sisters. She lived an absolute shadow existence to Reverend Moon, an obedient birth-giver to “perfect” children, one after another. Kneeling under her unreadable face posed beside Father’s, I identified with her intense struggle to endure her life.

At Dana Street, while I was assistant, our main mission consisted of recruiting eight hours a day in places like the San Francisco wharf, Golden Gate Park, on Berkeley’s campus, or on the new subway system, BART. Working with a small team of partners, we would approach and invite to dinner as many bright, capable passers-by as we could manage to engage in conversation. Onni instructed us to avoid talking too long to any one person, especially to avoid talking philosophy about the Church. She herself had set the standard when, in the early movement, she had reached out to one hundred people in one day. “Make friends, offer them whatever they are seeking, pray for Heavenly Father to guide them to dinner,”' Onni would teach. “Sisters get handsome men, brothers attract pretty girls. It’s good if they come because they like you. Once in God’s house, they learn to love God instead.” By spoken and unspoken understandings, we knew what we were looking for: capable, healthy, restless, young, white people like ourselves, preferably lonely and traveling, uprooted. They might respond to our approach: “Beautiful day, isn’t it? Been traveling long? Where are you from? Have you ever met our Family? We live on a huge farm together. You should come visit us; you’re always welcome. By the way, are you hungry?”

Two Family buses, called the “Coffee-Break-Bus” and the “Elephant Bus,” were strategically located in tourist areas as recruiting centers for “hitchhikers with knapsacks.” Our teams would look for young prospects, bring them back to the bus for coffee and doughnuts, and introduce them to the Family. Our psychological approach was irresistible. Members of the Church “radiated” love and kindness to strangers. Many conscientious, open people felt obliged to respond to us on a personal and social level because we made it seem too cruel to resist.

After a full day of recruitment, reaching out to people we believed we could save, our dinners at the center consisted of more intense relating to individuals. We fed them, entertained them, and suggested to them an “amazing set of ideas that would change their lives and make them happy.” We insisted they stay with us. The success of the day was measured by how many guests “signed up” and paid for a weekend training session up on our isolated 680 acres of land, the Boonville farm.

After guests left the centers at nine-thirty at night, the house was cleaned. Moneymaking teams prepared to “blitz the bars.” Everyone else visited prospective “spiritual children,” or held trinity meetings to read “Master Speaks,” a series of tracts based on Moon’s speeches. Prayer and chanting was at eleven sharp. Anyone who had fasted, to bring more people or money in, would break that fast at midnight with soup and ice cream. By 12:30 younger Family members were in their sleeping bags, men side by side on one floor, women on the next level in strict segregation. Carpet cleaning or auto repair crews might come in at four or five o’clock after working all night.

After midnight, as center assistant, I planned menus, incorporating Boonville farm produce into rice, soup, or potato combinations for next night’s dinner. (Breakfast had been juice, coffee, oatmeal; lunch was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, raisins, carrots, cookies.) One-thirty a.m. found me still making lists of workshop signups and fund-raising accounts, and trying to locate used clothes in the “extra clothes room” for new sisters.

By two o’clock, Jonah would either stagger in or bluster in, depending on Onni’s mood, from a staff meeting at The Gardens. Over his milkshake or a stack of gooey jelly and peanut butter sandwiches I’d prepared, I would try to guess from him the content of the meetings. I later read through a staff brother’s notebook and learned what a tight ship Onni ran. The following are quotes from Onni, as recorded in his notebook:

“If one person doubts then no good. If on staff and drop out, this creates disunity because can’t trust you. Such people are betrayers. You know heavenly secrets. If you go away, you dangerous because you know too much. You can’t zig-zag. If you fight it out, you can overcome.” (2/13/74).

“You staff have Satanic evil mouths. Have to knock off—don’t say too much. And when you talk to people, talk only about their needs, their benefits, find out what will get them in. In witnessing, if people get negative toward you, just say that we support all churches.” (2/3/74).

(And a few days later): “We never tell any lie, never give any untruth. Who accuse us of that?” (2/21/74).

“If you don’t listen to me [Onni], no way for you to be restored. Bind with Onni. Do or die for purpose. Get rid of own ego. Our own will or desires must be last.” (2/14/74).

In January Onni had given instructions to Teresa about a sister who had complained of seeing evil spirits: “Teresa, must ask Abbey honestly heart to heart, pray together. Then talk. If no good, then chase evil spirit out of her. If not we’ll send her to hospital. She should do laundry each day.”

Onni had said of a brother, a young insurance salesman noted for his spunk and independence of mind: “Never let Don drive again. I don’t like him. Smash his ego. Or put him in Heavenly jail to change his attitude!” (2/21/74).

Other provisos: “Everyone must raise hand and share experience at Family meeting. If you can’t raise hand you are living selfishly. No good.” Or: “When you go out and witness, witness to the people for Dr. Durst; they respect Ph.D. bag. But when people come into Family to stay, then you witness for Onni.” And, “No one want elderly people around for dinner because they are not needed.” (2/20/74).

Onni also made clear in staff meetings: “No German travelers for workshop; they too scientific and heady. And black people don’t fit in so well. Hard for them. Not right time in God’s providence for them. Father says if whites don’t accomplish then use blacks to shame whites in America, but not yet.”

Barbara Underwood:

One Family meeting with Onni Durst scarred my soul

A story from Bay Area Unification Church of the 1970s – part 1 Disciples Fill Moon’s Pockets

A story from Bay Area Unification Church of the 1970s – part 2 Moonie 1977 Court Battle: Fighting For ‘Rights’

A story from Bay Area Unification Church of the 1970s – part 3 For Moonies ‘Deprogram’ Meant Torture

Onni Durst – The Dragon Lady

Moon’s ultimate truth is … absolute obedience – Allen Tate Wood

Moonwebs: Journey into the Mind of a Cult by Josh Freed

Crazy for God: The nightmare of cult life by Christopher Edwards

#Barbara Underwood #Boonville #Oakland Family #Onni Durst #FFWPU #Unification Church #Sun Myung Moon

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The Church's Year - Eighteenth Sunday After Pentecost

At the Introit of the Mass the Church prays for the peace which God has promised by His prophets:

INTROIT Give peace, O Lord, to them that patiently wait for thee, that thy prophets may be found faithful: hear the prayers of thy servant, and of thy people Israel. (Ecclus. XXXVI. 18.) I rejoiced at the things that were said to me: we shall go into the house of the Lord. (Ps. CXXI. 1.) Glory etc.

COLLECT O Lord, inasmuch as without Thee we are not able to please Thee, let Thy merciful pity rule and direct our hearts, we beseech Thee. Thro'.

EPISTLE (I Cor. I. 4-8.) Brethren, I give thanks to my God always for you, for the grace of God that is given you in Christ Jesus, that in all things you are made rich in him, in all utterance and in all knowledge: as the testimony of Christ was confirmed in you, so that nothing is wanting to you in any grace, waiting for the manifestation of our Lord Jesus Christ who also will confirm you into the end without crime, in the day of the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.

EXPLANATION St. Paul shows in this epistle that he possesses true love for his neighbor, because he rejoices and thanks God that he enriched the Corinthians with different graces and gifts, thus confirming the testimony of Christ in them, so that they could without fear expect His arrival for judgment. - Do thou also rejoice, with St. Paul, for the graces given to thy neighbor, for this is a mark of true charity.

GOSPEL (Matt. IX. 1-8.) At that time, Jesus entering into a boat, passed over the water, and came into his own city. And behold, they brought to him one sick of the palsy lying in a bed. And Jesus seeing their faith, said to the man sick of the palsy: Be of good heart, son; thy sins are forgiven thee. And behold, some of the Scribes said within themselves: He blasphemeth. And Jesus seeing their thoughts, said: Why do you think evil in your hearts? whether it is easier to say, Thy sins are forgiven thee; or to say, Arise, and walk? But that you may know that the Son of man hath power on earth to forgive sins (then said he to the man sick of the palsy): Arise, take up thy bed, and go into thy house. And he arose, and went into his house. And the multitude seeing it feared, and glorified God who had given such power to men.

EXPLANATIONS

I. Those who brought this sick man to Christ, give us a touching example of how we should take care of the sick and help them according to our ability. Christ was so well pleased with their faith and charity, that He cured the man sick of the palsy, and forgave him his sins. Hence we learn how we might assist many who are diseased in their soul, if we would lead them to God by confiding prayer, by urgent admonitions, or by good example.

II. Christ did not heal the man sick of the palsy until He had forgiven him his sins, by this He wished to teach us, that sins are often the cause of sicknesses and other evils, by which we are visited, and which God would remove from us if we were truly repentant. This doctrine Jesus confirmed, when He said to the man, who had been sick for thirty-eight years: Sin no more, lest some worse thing happen to thee. (John V. 14.) Would that this were considered by those who so often impetuously demand of God to be freed from their evils, but do not intend to free themselves from their sins, which are the cause of these evils, by a sincere repentance.

III. "He blasphemeth." Thus thought the Jews, in their perverted hearts, of Christ, because they believed that He in remitting the sins of the sick man, usurped the rights of God and thus did Him a great injury; for it is blasphemy to think, say, or do any thing insulting to God or His saints. But these Jews did not consider that they by their rash judgment calumniated God, since they blasphemed Christ who by healing the sick man, and by numerous other works had clearly proved His God-head. If Christ so severely reprimanded the Jews, who would not recognize Him as God, for a blasphemous thought against Him, what will He do with those Christians who, though they wish to be adorers of God and His Son, nevertheless, utter blasphemies, curses, and profanations of the holy Sacraments?

IV. When Jesus saw their thoughts, He said: Why do you think evil in your hearts? This may be taken to heart by those who think that thoughts are free from scrutiny, and who never think to confess their evil and shameful thoughts. God; the most Holy and most just, will, nevertheless, not leave a voluntary unchaste, proud, angry, revengeful, envious thought unpunished, any more than an idle word. (Matt, XII. 36.) The best remedy against evil thoughts would be the recollection that God who searches the heart sees them, and will punish them.

PRAYER How great, O Jesus! is Thy love and mercy towards poor sinners, since Thou not only forgavest the sins of the man sick of palsy, but calling him son, didst console and heal him! This Thy love encourages me to beg of Thee the grace, that we may rise from our bed of sins by true penance, amend our life, and through the ways of Thy commandments enter the house of eternal happiness.

INSTRUCTION ON INDULGENCES

Be of good heart, son, thy sins are forgiven thee. (Matt. IX. 2.)

The same that Christ says to the man sick of the palsy, the priest says to every contrite sinner in the confessional, and thus remits the crime or the guilt of his sins, and the eternal punishment, by virtue of the authority given him by God. But since sins not only bring with them guilt and eternal punishment, but also temporal1 and indeed spiritual or supernatural punishment, such as, painful conditions of the soul, as well in this world as in purgatory, and natural ones, as: poverty, disease, all sorts of adversities and accidents, we should endeavor to liberate ourselves from them by means of indulgences.

What is an indulgence?

It is a total or partial remission of the temporal punishment which man would have to suffer either in this or the next life, after the sins have been remitted.

How do we know that after the remission of the sins there still remains temporal punishment?

From holy Scripture; for our first parents after the forgiveness of their sin, were still afflicted with temporal punishment. (Gen. III.) God likewise forgave the sins of the children of Israel, who murmured so often against Him in the desert, but not their punishment, for He excluded them from the Promised Land, and caused them to die in the desert. (Num. XIV.) Moses and Aaron experienced the same, on account of a slight want of confidence in God. (Num. XX. 12., Deut. XXXII. 51. 52.) David, indeed, received pardon from God through the Prophet Nathan for adultery and murder, (II Kings XII.) still he had to endure heavy temporal punishment. Finally, faith teaches us, that we are tortured in purgatory for our sins, until we have paid the last farthing. (Matt. V. 26.)

Did the Church always agree with this doctrine of Scripture?

Yes; for she always taught, that by the Sacrament of Penance the guilt and eternal punishment, due to sin, are indeed forgiven for the sake of the infinite merits of Jesus, but that temporal punishment still remains, for which the sinner must do penance. Even in the earliest ages she imposed great penances upon sinners for their sins which were already forgiven. For instance, murder or adultery was punished by a penance of twenty years; perjury, eleven; fornication, denial of faith or fortune-telling, by seven years of severe penance with fasting, etc. During this time it was not allowed to travel, except on foot, to be present at the holy Sacrifice of the Mass, or to receive the holy Eucharist. If the penitents showed a great zeal for penance and sincere amendment, or if distinguished members of the Church, particularly martyrs, interceded for them, the bishops granted them an indulgence, that is, they remitted the remaining punishment either totally or partially. In our days, on account of the weakness of the faithful, the Church is lenient. Besides the ecclesiastical, the spiritual punishments which would have to be suffered either here or in purgatory for the taking away of sins, are shortened and mitigated by indulgences through he treasure of the communion of saints.

Has the Church the power to remit temporal punishments, or to grant indulgences?

The Council of Trent expressly states, that the Church has power to grant indulgences, (Sess. 25.) and this statement it supports by the words of Christ. For as Christ protests: Amen, I say to you, whatsoever you shall bind upon earth, shall be bound also in heaven; so He also promised, that whatever the Church looses upon earth, is ratified and loosed in heaven. Whatsoever you shall loose upon earth, shall be loosed also in heaven. (Matt. XVIII. 18.) Even an apostle granted an indulgence. In the person and by the power of Christ, that his spirit might be saved in the day of our Lord Jesus Christ, (II Cor. II. 10.; I Cor. V. 4. 5.) St. Paul forgave the incestuous Corinthian, upon whom he had imposed a heavy punishment.

What is meant by saying, indulgences are granted out of the treasury of the saints or of the Church?

By this is meant that God, by the Church, remits the temporal punishment due to sin for the sake of the merits of Christ and the saints, and supplies, as it were, by these merits what is still wanting in our satisfaction.

What kinds of indulgences are there?

Two; plenary and partial indulgences. A plenary indulgence, if rightly gained, remits all ecclesiastical and temporal punishment, which we would otherwise have to expiate by penance. A partial indulgence, however, remits only so many days or years of the temporal punishment, as, according to the penitential code of the primitive ages of the Church; the sinner would have been obliged to spend in severe penance. Hence the name forty day's indulgence, etc.

What is a Jubilee?2

It is a plenary indulgence, which the pope grants to the faithful of the entire world, whereby all the temporal punishments of sin, even in cases reserved to the pope or the bishops, are remitted, and forgiven in the name of God, if the sinner confesses contritely and receives the holy Eucharist and has a firm purpose of doing penance.

What is required to gain an indulgence?

First, that we should be in the state of grace, and have already obtained, by true repentance, forgiveness of those sins, the temporal punishment of which is to be remitted by the indulgence; and secondly, that we should exactly perform the good works prescribed for the gaining of the indulgence.

Do indulgences free us from performing works of penance?

By no means: for there are few in the proper state to receive a plenary indulgence in its fulness, since not only purity of soul is necessary but also the inclination to sin must be rooted out, it therefore cannot be the intention of the Church to free us from all works of penance by granting us indulgences. She cannot act contrary to the word of Jesus: Unless you do penance, you shall all likewise perish. Luke XIII. 3.) She rather wishes to assist our weakness, to supply our inability to do the required penance, and to contribute what is wanting in our penance, by applying the satisfaction of Christ and the saints to us by indulgences. If we, therefore, do not wish to do penance for our own sins, we shall have no part in the merits of others by indulgences.

Can indulgences be gained for the souls of the faithful departed?

Yes, by way of suffrage, so far as we comply with the required conditions, and thus beg of God, for the merits of His Son and the saints, to release the souls in purgatory. Whether God receive this petition or not, remains with Him, He will act only according to the condition of the deceased. We must, therefore, not depend upon the indulgences and good works which may be performed for us after death, but rather endeavor, during our life-time, to secure our salvation by leading a pious life; by our own good works and by the gaining of indulgences.

What follows from the doctrine of the Church concerning indulgences?

That an indulgence is no grant or license to commit sin, as the enemies of the Church falsely assert; that an indulgence grants no forgiveness of sins past or future, much less is permission given to commit sin; that no Catholic can believe that by gaming indulgences he is released from penance, or other good works, free from the fight with his evil inclinations, passions and habits, from compensating for injuries, repairing scandals, from retrieving neglected good, and glorifying God by works and sufferings; but that indulgences give nothing else than partial or total remission of temporal punishment; that they remind us of our weakness and lukewarmness which is great when compared with the zeal and fervor of the early Christians; that they impel us to satisfy the justice of God according to our ability. Finally, they remind us to thank God continually that He gave the Church a means in the inexhaustible treasure of the merits of Christ and His saints, to help our weakness and to supply what is wanting in our penance.

1. See Instruction on Satisfaction on the fourth Sunday in Advent.

[V. ON SATISFACTION AFTER CONFESSION

Satisfaction is the diligent performance of all the works of penance imposed upon us by the confessor. With this, however, a true penitent will not be satisfied; for in our times, on account of the weakness and little zeal of Christians, a light penance is imposed that they may not be deterred from the reception of the holy Sacraments. To avoid relapsing into sin, one must do penance, and bring forth worthy fruits (Lk. 13:3), for God will only then give the grace to persevere. We satisfy God by fasting, prayer, almsdeeds, avoidance of the snares of the world, diffidence in ourselves, and especially by patient endurance of the afflictions and sufferings which He imposes upon us. Those who have committed sin must do penance in this life or submit to everlasting penance in the next.

Is the heretic right in asserting that man does not need to render satisfaction since Christ has rendered it complete on the cross?

He is entirely wrong. Christ on the cross did indeed render satisfaction for all the sins of the whole world, and man is not capable to atone for one single sin but it does not follow from this that man is not required to do something. To render satisfaction means to perform a duty which has been neglected. Instead of obeying God, the sinner by his sins disobeys Him. Satisfaction for disobedience requires perfect obedience from the sinner: but this, because of his weakness and corruption, no man is able to render therefore Christ rendered it for us by His perfect obedience even unto the death of the cross. But because Christ has been thus obedient for us, must we not be somewhat obedient also? or which is the same, because Christ for love of us has atoned for our sins by perfect obedience to His Heavenly Father, are we to do no penance for ourselves? It is precisely by this atonement made by Christ that we receive the power of rendering satisfaction. But for this we must, first of all, ask the grace, i.e., pray, to restrain our earthly desires, i.e., fast, and by means of active love (charity) make ourselves susceptible to this grace. St. Paul the Apostle, who calls himself the greatest of sinners, writes of himself: I now rejoice in my sufferings for you, and fill up those things that are wanting of the sufferings of Christ, in my flesh for his body, which is the Church (Col. 1:24); and to the Corinthians he writes: But I chastise my body and bring it into subjection: lest perhaps: when I have preached to others (meaning penance and conversion), I myself should become cast away (I Cor. 9:27). Christ Himself did not censure the Ninivites for their fasting and their penance in sackcloth and ashes, but gave them as an example (Mt. 12:41). In the Old Testament we find that even after remitting the sin, God imposed a punishment for it. Thus He let the child of king David die, as punishment for his adultery, even though He had forgiven the sin (II Kings 12:13, 14); thus Moses and Aaron, because they once distrusted God, were not permitted to enter the Promised Land (Num. 20:24; Deut. 34:4). According to this doctrine of the Bible, the Catholic Church teaches that there remains a temporal punishment which the sinner must expiate either in this world, or in the next, though on account of the infinite merits of Christ the guilt and eternal punishment of sin are taken away by absolution. In the earliest times of the Church certain works of penance were imposed, which were then very severe, and in the course of time, owing to the indolence of the faithful, were much moderated.].

2. The word jubilee signifies deliverance, remittance. With the Jews every fiftieth year was so called, and all the prisoners and slaves were to be set free in this year, according to the command of God, the inheritances which had been sold, restored to their masters, the debts cancelled, and the earth left untilled. This was a year of grace and rest for the Jews. This Jubilee of the Jews is a figure of the Catholic jubilee, in which the captives of sin and Satan are liberated, the debt of sin remitted, and the inheritance of heaven, which the sinner had sold to Satan, is restored to him.

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now presenting: aus of the ship tags i would pay good money to see.

explore below the cut.

butterfly knife: snow white au. the forgotten king of a cursed land bites into the juiciest apple he’d ever been offered. but what he hadn’t counted on were two things: a sleeping spell leaving him trapped in his own body like a labyrinth, and the queen’s champion from the neighboring kingdom, a warrior of seduction and deadly skill, searching far and wide for the man in the glass coffin.

body shots: aladdin au. so maybe jason was a little down on his luck--hell, had been down on his luck. but he wasn’t about to stand there and watch this poor woman get her hand caught off for accidental thievery. how was he supposed to know she was a princess?

lies & lessons: alice in wonderland au. she almost didn’t recognize him without his cowoby hat. almost. but when he looked up at her, grin characteristically crooked even now, a teacup in his hand--and a top hat, balance precariously on his head--she knew him instantly. “jack?” “... alice.”

anchored hearts: robin hood au. it was the king of thieves who was meant for the fair maiden in the tower--not the rugged right hand man, the soldier with more scars than he could count. or so joe thought. “they’re going to kill as many of us as they can. if i don’t make it out alive, tell maiden louise--” “... joseph. i know.”

magic & mischief: the hunchback of notre dame au. all i know about this for sure? kieran looks good in royal guard armor--and you best believe he about passed out seeing quasi hoist up aly’s unconscious frame against the flames that threatened to destroy paris, his silhouette sharp to his eyes despite the flames, the smoke, the ashes, screaming: “sanctuary! sanctuary!”

rumcake: tangled au (bet you thought i was gonna do the little mermaid? ha, too easy!). no matter what timeline he’s in, they can never get rum’s nose right. but there’s a moment where he’s holding ondine’s face in one hand, scraps of her hair in the other, and she touches her forehead to his--and kisses his nose. maybe it’s the right shape after all. too bad he found out as he was bleeding to death on her stepmother’s floor.

starry eyes: cinderella au. he knew he’d only get one chance to dance with the princess. just one. and he’d tried to hide his arm, but his fairy godfather, well--”no, no. ye don’t hide this. this is a testament to who ye’ve become.” and with the flick of his hand, he christened it, made it shine like stardust. charlie--couldn’t quite place his accent. “be back by midnight. but go, hurry now--time’s a-wastin’!”

on the rocks: lilo & stich roxy & zed & stitch au. “what is that thing?” “a dog! i think--but it was dead this morning?” “it was dead this morning?!” “well we thought it was dead it was hit by a truck!” roughly thirty minutes later, roxy and zed were sitting with their newest family member at their feet. seraphim was beaming at them. “... y’all--i’m real happy for you but that’s not a dog.”

sleight of heart: hercules au. to be totally honest i just want to hear annabelle, while being held in the arms of some monster, look drake in the face and go: “i’m a damsel. i’m in distress. i got this. have a nice day.”

puppy love: sleep beauty au. “now shall you deal with me--and all the powers of hell!” but the joke was on the sorceress. because the princess of the wolves and the forest would stop at nothing to awaken the golden-haired prince in the tower that she’d heard singing in the woods. “i know you, i danced with you once upon a dream--”

from the ashes: the little mermaid au. phoenix, he thought, had been an odd name choice for a being bound to the sea. but as he watched her from the borders of her ship, the collar of her captain’s uniform crisp and clear-cut, and heard her name--cassiel--he thought to himself, all right. perhaps we both have strange names.

old fashioned: hocus pocus au. “okay--most of our agents who deal with this sort of thing are indisposed--but we can do this. we got this. we have to have this. right walter?” “... that cat just spoke to me.” “walter!”

devil bois: the lady and the tramp au. connor was lucky. the family who’d adopted him had been one of privilege, of means. and he grew into a business owner who understood those things--bars were businesses, right? so it was probably only a matter of time before he ran into a man as infuriating, as romantic, as frustrating and and as handsome--as xander.

holy hell: atlantis au, specifically the lost empire. okay. he had managed to pilot an entire crew past a leviathan, had successfully led them to a civilization that many of his colleagues had scoffed at, called lost, called myth. surely he could handle a swim with the daughter of the chief, aaannnddd she just took of her robe, and now he can’t stop staring at her lower back. “you swim pretty girl--pretty good! you swim pretty, uh, good, jesus--”

hymns & holograms: one hundred and one dalmations au. “look, morgan! puppies everywhere! “ “there must be a hundred of them!” succubus started trying to count, “one, two, three and four. seven, eight, nine...” “two more. nine plus two is eleven!” “thirty six over here!” “thirty six and eleven? that's forty seven.” “fourteen. eighteen, ham’. “uh, eh sixty five! “ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen! “wait a minute, wait a minute. six more. “ “well, let's see, now. that's eighty four and fifteen plus two. a hundred and one!” seraphim thought she was going to pass out. “a hundred and one? my, where did they all come from?” “oh ho, jake, you old rascal!”

#butterfly knife #body shots #lies & lessons #anchored hearts #magic & mischief #rumcake #starry eyes #on the rocks #sleight of heart #from the ashes #old fashioned #devil bois #holy hell #puppy love #hymns & holograms

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13th May >> Sunday Homilies and Reflections for Roman Catholics on the Solemnity of the Ascension of the Lord, Cycle B ASCENSION of the LORD -Year B jesus ascension into heaven Feast of the Ascension alleluia Gospel text: Mark 16:14a, 15-20 vs.14a Jesus showed himself to the Eleven GO PREACH1vs.15 and said to them, “Go out to the whole world; proclaim the Good News to all creation. vs.16 He who believes and is baptised will be saved; he who does not believe will be condemned. vs.17 These are the signs that will be associated with believers: in my name they will cast out devils; they will have the gift of tongues; vs.18 they will pick up snakes in their hands, and be unharmed should they drink poison; they will lay their hands on the sick, who will recover.” vs.19 And so the Lord Jesus, after he had spoken to them, was taken up into heaven: there at the right hand of God he took his place, vs.20 while they, going out, preached everywhere, the Lord working with them and confirming the word by the signs that accompanied it. ****************************************** We have four commentators available from whom you may wish to choose . Click on the name of the commentator required. Michel DeVerteuil: A Recently deceased Trinidadian Holy Ghost Priest, director of the Centre of Biblical renewal Thomas O’Loughlin: Professor of Historical Theology, University of Wales, Lampitor Sean Goan: Studied scripture in Rome, Jerusalem and Chicago and taught at Blackrock College and now work’s with Le Chéile Donal Neary SJ: Editor of The Sacred Heart Messenger and National Director of The Apostleship of Prayer. **************************************** Michel DeVerteuil Lectio Divina with the Sunday Gospels www.columba.ie General Textual Comments At the beginning of today’s passage we are reminded that these words were once spoken by Jesus himself to some disciples who were facing a difficult time. They felt very disorganized and lost; here now was Jesus standing before them and giving them a way to go forward. He continues to do this for us today through different “messengers” whom God sends to us. We must be aware of them and thank God for them. Jesus makes a first crucial statement to his followers: they are to “go out into the whole world and proclaim the Good News to all creation”. We think today of many parts of creation where the gospel of Jesus has not yet been preached. We think of signs in the modern world which we can associate with true believers: – “In my name they will cast out devils.” Many people in our modern world think that no one cares for them, not even God. True believers, however, speak in words which convey that gifts like true selflessness can bring help for all. – “They will have the gift of tongues.” There are people in the world today who cannot speak in new languages; they use words that cannot touch unyielding hearts. True believers however will be able to communicate their message of love to all they meet, no matter what their original circumstances were. – There are people who can act out their role as evangelisers, even in what seems to the rest of us as very difficult circumstances. They venture into difficult worlds. They work in difficult surroundings, among prostitutes, drug addicts and other outcasts of society. They can “pick up snakes in their hands and be untouched by them”. We can say about them that, “they will remain unharmed even when they drink deadly poison.” – Finally, Jesus tells us that “true believers” can “lay their hands on the sick who will recover.” There are people who can lay their hands on those who are sick and see them recover before their very eyes. It is truly a wonderful experience of God’s salvation and “true believers” can feel it happening. The passage concludes with a beautiful saying about the Lord Jesus. It is said of him that “he was taken up to heaven” and that “at the right hand of God, he took his place.” We who believe can now think of the Lord Jesus sitting at the right hand of God. We are in this world surrounded by all our difficulties and yet we feel great trust in the Lord.jesus-peter-lovest-thou-me-2 “They, going out, preached everywhere” and the “Lord is working with them and confirming the word by the signs that accompanied it.” As believers, we know well that the Lord is with us. He is confirming what we say by the signs he has sent to accompany us, and the great miracles he achieves through us. Prayer Reflection “In the Church’s history, missionary drive has always been a sign of vitality, just as its lessening is a sign of a crisis of faith.” …John Paul II, Encyclical Redemptoris Missio, 1991 Lord, there comes a time in life when we know that what we believe in is good news for the whole of creation. We feel like the apostles when they met Jesus after his resurrection. It is strange, but the conviction always seems to come after we have experienced a setback, some of our members may have deserted us as Judas deserted Jesus. Yet we know we must go out to the whole world. Our cause is with you, as safe as Jesus taken up to heaven and taking his place at your right hand, so that we can go out, preaching everywhere, our words confirmed by the signs which accompany them. Lord, there are certain signs that are the mark of true believers. Demons have been causing havoc in our community and no one has been able to confront them – a person of faith will cast them out in one moment. Believers can express an old message in a totally new way, so that people who have been listening to that message for years will suddenly become convinced. The rest of us are afraid of going into places for fear we might be corrupted: believers do it and remain totally unharmed. They can enter into discussion with enemies of the faith and remain calm and loving. They go to someone whom the community has written off as a hopeless case and at the touch of their hands this person returns to normal living. Lord, we thank you for believers. “Anyone who loves his life loses it; anyone who hates his life in this world will keep it for the eternal life.” John 12:25 Lord, it is clearly a law of life that we must eventually commit ourselves commit to Jesus– to marriage, to a noble cause, to the following of Jesus. We must take the risk. If we hold back, afraid of this baptism, we are condemned to lives of mediocrity. To go forward in faith is the only way to be saved. “On the day that the children of Israel crossed the Red Sea so miraculously, God was surrounded by angels who sang and danced. They noticed that God was crying. ‘Are you not glad?’ they asked. ‘How can I rejoice?’ God asked. ‘My children are also drowning.'” Jewish legend quoted by Rabbi Hugo Gryn at a vigil for the Gulf War, London 1991 Lord, forgive us that we set limits to your love. Remind us that the good news you revealed to us is to be proclaimed to all creation. Lord, so often as a Church we give people the idea that following Jesus can be done with minor adjustments to their lifestyle. Help us to teach plainly, like Jesus, that being disciples means taking enormous risks of being drowned, but unless we are baptised in him, he cannot save us. “This is the end of the Chinese people’s adolescence, and their initiation into political maturity. They are no longer waiting to be liberated; they are now ready to pay the price to liberate themselves.” …Liu Binyan, dissident Chinese journalist Lord, we thank you for people and cultures who have been through crucifixion experiences and have emerged with their faith and their courage intact. We pray that like the apostles at the ascension of Jesus they may now go out into the whole world and announce with confidence the good news that the human spirit cannot be enclosed in a tomb and will always rise again. *********************************** Thomas O’Loughlin Liturgical Resources for the Year of Matthew www.columba.ie Introduction to the Celebration paschalcandle2015There is an air of finality about today’s festival. Our focus is on the retelling of a story declaring that Christ has returned to the Father, and so we think of it as the ‘end’ of the Christ event or the ‘end of Easter’ – in times past there was a custom of extinguishing the Paschal Candle after the gospel to signify: ‘he is gone’. But the air of finality must be presented in a different way – it is not the final song to mark the sorry close of a party, but the joyous finality of a building job completed: Christ’s presence is no longer limited to a small group in one place at a particular time, now his presence is diffused throughout creation through his body the church. It is this mystery of Christ’s presence we celebrate today: we are not here to recall some ‘event’ that ‘happened’ on some fixed day in human historical time. Ascension is not about Christ’s absence, but about his presence in a different way to that which he had before his death. He now is present in our community, and as a group we must make him present by testifying to him before the world as the community of justice, peace and love. Comments on Gospel: Mk 16:15-20 gospel of markHere we have the conclusion of Mark’s gospel as that gospel is commonly found in printed editions, and so it adds to the tone of finality that can pervade the liturgy today. Moreover, it seems to accord well with the theme, with its challenge from Jesus to them to proclaim the Good News to all creation, and that having said that he was taken up into heaven. However, we are dealing here with the famous’last eleven verses’ (16:9-20) which did not originally belong to this gospel and are a later conflation from Matthew and Luke added to Mark, as 16:8 seemed too stark an ending for a gospel. Indeed, apart for the traditional ending, which we read today, there are several other endings extant. But the fact that sometime in the second century (possibly before Justin’s time, (died c. 165) and certainly prior to Irenaeus, (died c. 202) this ending was added, is crucial for our understanding of this feast: it is the mystery of ascension that that community felt had to be included in any account it would receive of the Christ-event. They saw and celebrated that event as one where they were the continuation of the work of the Christ: they were being upheld by his presence so that not only was he at the right hand of the Father’ but with them in their trials protecting them. And if Christ was with them, they were going everywhere preaching and making him present. So, in the three readings we have three different ways of viewing this early Christian belief in their on-going life in Christ. All three assume that this is something that animates the community, and are incomprehensible in their imagery of Christ in the heavens unless that mystery was already part of their liturgical life prior to these writings. Homily notes 1. Today’s feast celebrates our belief in the presence of Christ in the universe and sets it in a tension with the demand that we then be the vehicles by which that presence is made manifest. It is his presence in us that makes the demands of disciple-ship upon us that we must proclaim him. The mystery of ascension is that his presence with us and our witness to him cannot be separated. Jesus amazed 2. But do we take his presence in the universe seriously? Do we believe he is present in every poor person, every sick person, every prisoner? Mt 25:34-46 can be read as the ‘other side’ of this mystery: in today’s texts we think of the beginning of the ascended presence of Christ in the church; in Mt 25 we have a reflection on the eschaton and when that presence in the disciples ceases. 3. Do we take seriously the notion that there is no area of the universe from which Christ’s presence is excluded? So Christ is present in every creature (see Jn 1:3) and in every aspect of human life. But there are powerful forces that would want to silence those who preach concern for the environment or, at least, argue that ecology is not something with which the church should concern itself. Or in the human universe, there are many who see Christian concerns in politics, economics or medicine as meddling and would like to limit church concerns to ‘Jesus and religious matters’. But this feast is our proclamation that Christ is now to be found everywhere as the risen one forming a kingdom for his Father, and so in every area of existence his followers must be witnessing to him. In rising from the dead, the whole creation has been transformed and is a’religious matter’. 4. ‘To be witnesses’ (manures) and ‘proclaim’ (kiruxate) were key terms for the early church: one was descriptive of what they must be, the other a command as to what they must do. But, by the second century, both were very expensive words. A misty sweet image of Jesus floating away, alongside an arcane discussion about ‘whether you can trust “the bible”‘ in its creative poetic narratives such as Acts 1, fails to do justice to this mystery on both counts. *********************************** Sean Goan Let the reader understand www.columba.ie Gospel: Mark 16:15-20 These remarkable verses are taken from what is sometimes called the longer ending of Mark’s gospel and they represent a final summary explanation of the meaning of Jesus’ life, death and resurrection. Mark offers no description of the ascension of the Lord but sees the whole mystery in the light of Easter. It is the good news that all who respond to Jesus in faith are saved and the power of the risen Christ will be with the church to ensure the success of its mission. The signs that are mentioned are not to be taken literally but show that, in Jesus, good triumphs and evil is defeated. The affirmation that those who do not believe will be condemned is not understood by the church as saying that only Christians will get into heaven. Rather it is a warning about those who willfully refuse to respond to God at work in their life. Christians are always asked to leave judgement to God. Reflection It is a temptation for every generation of Christians to stand looking up to heaven and wringing their hands wishing that Jesus walked our streets as he did the streets of Palestine or that he would come back in some dramatic way to show the world the error of its ways. However, such an attitude entirely fails to appreciate the dignity of our calling. We have been entrusted with a task and today’s feast is a reminder to us thatholy spirit comes Jesus only left this world so that he could be with us in a more effective way. So, in the coming week let us pray with urgency for a renewed outpouring of the Spirit so that we can become more effective witnesses of his love. *************************************** Donal Neary SJ Gospel Reflections www.messenger.ie/bookshop Going Out or Going Up? The feast of the Ascension seems to be more about the apostles going out than Jesus going up! As Jesus goes to his Father, the message is for us now, and to be witnesses to him, sharing what we have received, and heard. Witnesses to a road accident can often contradict each other. They get mixed up in what they saw or heard. Or they may have only glanced at the event and moved on. We can be witnesses of Jesus who stayed with the event, not just with a glance. We have seen and heard the best story ever told, and the most influential life ever lived. We witness to Jesus in prayer, in reading the gospel and in service of others in love. Prayer means being in touch with God who is reaching out to us. The gospel is what feeds us, a daily opening to the words and deeds of Jesus. Loving service brings us to witness the care of God as we give and receive care. This is what we give to the ascended Lord and receive from him. The word of God is the divine word in human words. in our work for him, God is linking heaven and earth, and we are sharers in his divinity as he is in our humanity. Far from being the absence of Jesus,the Ascension is his presence in a new way among us. Looking up is a religious gesture. Look up to the skies sometimes this week and make a favourite prayer. Lord, may your kingdom come! *****************************

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Then the apostles returned to Jerusalem from the hill called the Mount of Olives, a Sabbath day’s walk from the city. When they arrived, they went upstairs to the room where they were staying. Those present were Peter, John, James and Andrew; Philip and Thomas, Bartholomew and Matthew; James son of Alphaeus and Simon the Zealot, and Judas son of James. They all joined together constantly in prayer, along with the women and Mary, the mother of Jesus, and with His brothers.

In those days Peter stood up among the believers (a group numbering about a hundred and twenty) and said, “Brothers and sisters, the Scripture had to be fulfilled in which the Holy Spirit spoke long ago through David concerning Judas, who served as guide for those who arrested Jesus. He was one of our number and shared in our ministry.”

With the payment he received for his wickedness, Judas bought a field; there he fell headlong, his body burst open and all his intestines spilled out. Everyone in Jerusalem heard about this, so they called that field in their language Akeldama, that is, Field of Blood.

“For,” said Peter, “it is written in the Book of Psalms:”

“‘May his place be deserted; let there be no one to dwell in it,’ and, ‘May another take his place of leadership.’”

Therefore it is necessary to choose one of the men who have been with us the whole time the Lord Jesus was living among us, beginning from John’s baptism to the time when Jesus was taken up from us. For one of these must become a witness with us of His resurrection.”

So they nominated two men: Joseph called Barsabbas (also known as Justus) and Matthias. Then they prayed, “Lord, you know everyone’s heart. Show us which of these two You have chosen to take over this apostolic ministry, which Judas left to go where he belongs.”

Then they cast lots, and the lot fell to Matthias; so he was added to the eleven apostles.

Acts 1:12-26

This ends today’s reading from God's holy word. Thanks be to God.

Jesus had chosen twelve men to be His first followers, men who He entrusted to be in His inner circle and travel with Him wherever He went to carry out His ministry. In return for their devotion and dedication, Jesus made sure they were cared for as they assisted Him in His Gospel sharing work, all the while preparing them to take His place one day.

But within the core of the Twelve was one dissenter, a man by the name of Judas Iscariot, who was not only a thief, helping himself to funds from the money bag he was responsible for as the group’s appointed treasurer, but a greedy traitor as well, selling out Jesus to the Jewish religious leaders for a mere thirty silver coins.

The scriptures tell us that Judas had a moment of repentance and remorse, realizing his sin and attempting to return the money, but the Jewish religious leaders only mocked him and left him awash in his grief and guilt. The damage had been done and nothing Judas could do would reverse it. He had placed His Master on the road to crucifixion and the shame was too much for him to bear. And so Judas went outside the city and hung himself, his body bursting open and his intestines spilling out. It was a very gruesome ending but fitting given the gruesome way he had betrayed Jesus.

So as Jesus was resurrected in power by His Father God and appeared multiple times to His most faithful followers, the final time at His ascension, we know there were only eleven disciples remaining. And as we continue to look at the first chapter in the Book of Acts, we find the eleven disciples seeking to add one more to their number, a replacement for Judas.

Before this took place, we read where the apostles had returned to Jerusalem, just as Jesus had told them to. They gathered in the same upper room as before and engaged in constant prayer along with the women who had traveled with Jesus and Jesus’ family, His mother Mary and His brothers.

Somewhere in the midst of this prayerful vigil as the apostles waited for the Holy Spirit to come upon them, we see where Peter stands up among the gathered group of almost 120 people and addresses them regarding Judas and the vacancy he left through taking his life. After detailing what had happened to Judas, Peter quotes Psalms 69 and 105 as grounds for selecting a new twelfth member of Jesus’ prestigious apostolic group.

Emphasizing how the replacing of Judas was a necessity, Peter lays out the ground rules for electing the newest apostle. It would be a man and one who had been with Jesus and His disciples throughout their ministry work, from the baptism of Jesus by John in the Jordan River to His ascension. Think about this time span and it’s easy to see why there were only two men nominated: Barsabbas (also known as Justus) and Matthias. Both could be counted with the disciples as witnesses to Jesus’ resurrection.

So how would they elect one of the two men?

Was there an election done by ballot?

Not quite.

For the apostles did as anyone should do when they face the choice of electing someone for an important position. They prayed about it and asked the Lord to lead them to the person He wanted to be His newest apostle. And then, the scriptures tell us that they cast lots (think biblical dice) and the lot fell to Matthias so he became the replacement for Judas.

So what are we to take from this? What is the Lord trying to teach us from this special selection event?

I believe there are a few things.

First, we need to be totally obedient to the Lord.

In this account, the disciples immediately did as Jesus told them to, returning to Jerusalem and waiting for the gift of the Holy Spirit. Before they did anything else, they made sure they were where the Lord wanted them to be. We need to do the same as we seek to comply with the Lord’s will and way.

Second, we need to pray over important decisions.

As the eleven apostles joined with Jesus’ family and others, they engaged in constant prayer so they could be sure that whatever they did was in tune with His will and way. Prayer is our wireless connection to our Lord and we should be in constant and consistent communication with Him.

Third, we need to trust the Lord and the outcomes He desires.

Note that none of the eleven apostles or anyone with them disagreed with the selection of Matthias. Even Barsabbas failed to raise protest. The apostles put the selection of Judas’ replacement in the Lord’s hands and then fully accepted the man He chose.

Likewise, we need to fully have faith in everything the Lord does in our lives, especially when we prayed for His will to be done as we do in the Lord’s Prayer, the prayer that Jesus taught us.

So the apostle group was back up to full strength at twelve men and they were all in Jerusalem, waiting for the Holy Spirit as Jesus has commanded. Tomorrow, we’ll see it was time for the gift to be imparted as we look at the opening verses of chapter 2. I hope you’ll join me again tomorrow as we look at the event known as Pentecost.

Amen.

In Christ,

Mark

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DARCY AND STEVE HARRINGTON OMG!!! 😍😍😍 College themed #9 with the spider or ridiculous first sentence #4 with the demons Our Steve love is on the level and I appreciate you.

@ragwitch YAAAS STEVE HARRINGTON! I had way too much fun writing this, and I hope you have fun, too!! You are wonderful

Prompt: #4, Ridiculous first sentences, “that is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit!”

Pairing: Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) x Darcy

Rating: T, for language

Notes: Spoilers for Season 2 of Stranger Things.

Steve Harrington’s Five Rules of Babysitting

1. SAFETY FIRST

Fine. Okay.

So he knows he shouldn’t be one to talk about safety when he let a bunch of kids drive then go exploring in what was basically a creepy tunnel in a field, but in his defense he’d been knocked out by some dickweed with a shitty mullet and was sort of loopy at the time.

But.

Safety first. Always.

Keep all doors and windows locked at all times.

Don’t let the kids choke on anything because maybe you don’t know CPR and you only know the Heimlich from the diagram you’ve glanced at while waiting for your order at the Dairy Queen.

Know where your weapons are.

(Example:

There’s a rifle is in the closet.

The box of bullets is on the highest shelf in the kitchen.

The kitchen drawer is full of knives.

Eleven is playing Connect Four with Max.

And…

“Lucas!” Steve bellows over his shoulder. “DON’T TOUCH THE DAMN BAT.”)

2. KEEP THE LITTLE SHITS OCCUPIED

Slightly related to Rule Number One, because if they’re playing their dorky boardgames, they aren’t out on their bikes trying to find interdimensional slugs to keep as pets.

When they get tired of boardgames (or when everyone gets tired of Max and Mike screaming at each other about whether a “Zoomer” is a thing), pop a movie into the VCR.

(Suggested Movies -

Ghostbusters (naturally)

Raiders of the Lost Ark (but tell the kids to cover their eyes when Indy does)

Star Wars

Movies That Do Not Go Over Well -

Alien

Firestarter

Howard the Duck)

3. A BALANCED MEAL IS IMPORTANT

“Listen, kid, you gotta eat something other than Eggos. You’ll get scoliosis.”

“Scurvy,” supplies Will.

“Whatever. Scurvy.”

4. KNOW YOUR EMERGENCY CONTACTS

In an emergency CALL:

911

The Parents

Joyce Byers.

Seriously, one time he saw Joyce look at some kid who called Will “Zombie Boy” with such cold, murderous rage that the kid apologized and ran away.

Joyce doesn’t fuck around.

Call. Joyce.

5. NO VISITORS/OUTSIDERS

Listen. They’ve all seen some shit. They’ve been through a lot.

Like, a lot.

So their little circle is now them, Ms. Byers, the Sheriff and the doc from the lab. No one else could possibly know the shit they’ve been through. Hell, no one else would possibly believe them and it’s just easier to stick to their own small band of weirdos.

Makes it easier to keep an eye on them, too.

Outsiders are suspicious. After what Nancy and Jonathan told him, outsiders could be wearing wires and the next thing you know you’re held against you will in (another) government facility wondering if you’ll ever see daylight again.

So when there’s a knock at the door and Steve opens it to find a short brunette girl - a stranger, he’s understandably suspicious. She is not coming inside.

No way.

“You’re the babysitter?!” she laughs, eyebrows hiked up and hand on one hip.

Yeah. She is not allowed inside.

No matter how cute. No matter how shiny her cherry red lip gloss. She’s not coming in.

“Darcy!!” exclaims Dustin from behind him. “This is my cousin Darcy. Come in!”

Well, shit.

“Kiddo, your mom wants you home soon. And thanks for letting me in finally.” Darcy turns to him and rolls her eyes. “I thought you were gonna make me stand out there with the creepy noises forever.”

Fuck. His heart is doing some bizarre thing where it sinks and speeds up at the same time.

He should’ve known it wasn’t over, shit like this is never over.

Then just as suddenly he’s angry and tired.

Can he please make it to graduation without ending up in a body bag? Is that too much to ask?

“This is like, the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit,” Darcy declares, shrugging off her acid wash jean jacket and shoving it at him. She goes over to the couch, where Lucas hesitantly slides over a bit to let her sit.

He blinks, still holding the jacket. (It smells faintly like Love’s Baby Soft). “Wait. What?”

“…What.”

“You said demon summoning.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You thought those were demons?”

Lucas stops the movie. Everyone waits with bated breath.

“Well, yeah. At first, I called Fish and Wildlife and they said they were coyotes, but like, I actually saw one and have you ever seen a coyote with that many teeth? So. Small town plus weirdo animals plus that Department of Energy thing equals demon summoning. I saw it on Phil Donahue. Totally demons. Right?” She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear and eyes him expectantly.

He throws her jacket over an arm chair then motions for her to follow him to the kitchen. “Not..not quite. This is gonna sound crazy but you thought those were demons so…”

When Darcy promises not to laugh at them and call up the loony bin, Steve takes a deep breath and runs his hands through his hair. “Okay, so I guess it started with – “

Dustin walks in clutching a bag of Cheetos. “Ohh! Steve are you tellin’ her about the demodogs? Hey, everyone, we’re tellin’ Darce about the demodogs!!”

“Jesus Christ.”

STEVE HARRINGTON’S UNOFFICIAL SIXTH RULE OF BABYSITTING: TEAMWORK

Two adults (and he and Darcy are adults, damn it, they’re the only ones who can legally drive) are better than one, especially to corral six kids.

Ms. Byers and the Sheriff are on a capital D Date even if they insisted they weren’t. (Why go to Hawkins’ one Italian restaurant with actual table cloths if you weren’t on a date?).

And with a tiny pang in his chest that had really been getting tinier by the day, he notes that Nancy and Jonathan are hanging out together, too. (Probably riding around town together, listening to the sad wailings of British guys in black overcoats.)

Teamwork makes it easier to deal with the noises outside the house. The noises that are getting closer, softly clicking, chittering.

Mike and Lucas slide the sofa so it blocks the front door, and everyone else pulls the blinds down.

“This is my life now,” Darcy says, in disbelief and resignation as she pulls out the box of bullets from the kitchen cabinet.

She slams it on the counter, and the old toaster rattles a little.

“I’m sorry,” says Steve. “But I’ve been through this before. We’ll get through it again,” he promises.

Darcy takes a deep breath.

“Listen, I can’t even believe I’m doing this, but this is a very stressful situation,” she murmurs. She turns to him and presses her body along his front while the Byers’ plastic laminate counters dig into his back.

And oh wait, he can feel it, that…electricity, it’s like the air around is humming, colors sharper.

“I’m gonna need you to do a Thing, okay? Because you’re cute and y’know your hair is kinda cool – “

“Thanks,” he says, unable to help his smile. The hair. Always gets ‘em.

“Shut up, Steve, and just kiss me!” she hisses at him, pulling him towards her with two fistfuls of his Members Only jacket.

“Okay, yeah,” he manages to get out before he slants his mouth over hers and his entire world is alight with fireworks

He jolts when their lips finally meet. It’s clumsy at first, their teeth bumping together. But Darcy’s lips are silky and slippery with gloss. Her tongue slides over his insistently and she tastes faintly like grape BubbleYum. His hands are sliding just a little bit under that soft, pink sweater of hers and this is usually the part where the girl tells him to cool it but she doesn’t - her hands are tangled in his hair, nails grazing his scalp.

He cups her jaw, and he feels like he’ll vibrate right out of his own skin.

She pulls away with a smack. “Wow. Good kissing, babysitter.”

Her breath comes in quick pants when it fans across his face and when he looks at her she gives him a tiny lopsided smile.

“Seriously?!” a voice exclaims from behind them, high and outraged. “My cousin??!”

Darcy rolls her eyes and gently pushes Steve away. “What is it, Dustin.”

Dustin turns to him with a narrowed gaze. “You’ve got,” he gestures his hand vaguely over his mouth, “like all over you, man.” He shakes his head, mildly disgusted.

Steve runs the back of his hand over his lips and says, “Where are we on those-”

Something outside screeches warningly and the hairs on his arms stand on end. He grips his baseball bat tighter. He looks to his right and there’s a hard glint in Darcy’s eyes as she loads the rifle.

“Ready?” he asks her.

She turns to him and gives him a sharp nod. “Ready.”

They go to join everyone in the living room.

They wait.

They wait some more, with only the harsh puffs of their panicked breathing and the sound of the crickets outside.

“Are they…coming?” Darcy asks, shakily, after five agonizing minutes have passed.

“They’ll be here,” he says.

“They’re not…they’re not coming,” El says softly from behind him. Her voice is doing that slightly scary thing where it sounds too high and too far away.

“They went back?” Lucas asks.

“No. She means it’s not them,” Will says haltingly, scrunching his face.

“Well, what is it?!” demands Max, face flushed with annoyance. She begins striding to the door.

“Oh no you don’t.” Steve reaches down and yanks her back by her jacket collar.

“I’ll go,” offers Darcy and before he can forbid that, she’s crouching by the window and looking outside.

“Shit!” Darcy screams, and he’s over by her side in a second, his bat in position. But when he looks at her, she’s…smiling?

She pulls the curtain aside for him.

On the front porch, one of the tiny ragged things hisses at him, glaring at him with two shiny black eyes and he bursts out laughing, pure relief washing over him

“Possums!” he calls over his shoulder. “Just possums!”

Everyone groans.

He’s never been so glad to see those oversized rats ever in his life.

Afterwards, when the little assholes have mostly finished ragging on him for making them barricade the house against rodents, they put the couch back and sag onto various surfaces in the living room in front of the TV.

“God, that sucked. I need coffee,” Darcy grumps while she stomps to the kitchen. “And food.” She puts her hair up in a messy ponytail and begins rifling through the Byers’ pantry, setting a bag of flour and sugar on the counter.

She bends over to rummage through the fridge next and wow. God bless Jordache.

When she turns she’s got a carton of milk in one hand and is holding a box of eggs with the other.

“You guys like waffles, don’t you?”

El, by his side, is smiling up at him hopefully.

He sighs tiredly, makes his way to Darcy and takes the eggs from her hands. “Yeah. I’ll help.”

See?

Teamwork.

#darcyland #darcy lewis #steve harrington x darcy #stranger things fic #prompt fill #(i know howard the duck was released in 1986 i needed a punchline!)#sachertortes fic

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Victoria Grimes VII: Power

Summary: Negan. He was the monster everyone had warned them about. He was like nothing Victoria had ever seen before. Worse than Shane, the Governor, the Terminus cannibals, the people at Grady, and the Wolves. Now Negan’s Saviours are here, and they’re about to turn everyone’s lives upside down. Of course, the last thing Vickie expected was to be dragged further into it all than anyone else.

Chapter Eleven: Two Peas in a Pod

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Warnings: Violence, death, explicit language.

Bamby

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Carl and I watched each other the whole time we were riding in the back of the truck with Jesus. After my brother had announced his presence, and I'd gotten over my shock, neither of us had questioned each other. We both knew the answers to the questions we wanted to ask, but didn't want Jesus to hear.

So, I would wait. I would wait until I could finally pull my brother away, and give him a firm and stern talking to. About the dangers of jumping into strange vehicles, that are being delivered to a serial killer, who wouldn't think twice about killing either one of us, or one of our family members.

Yes, I know. I'm doing the exact same thing. But the reasons why I was in this truck, heading for Negan were probably a lot less violent than what my brother had in mind... I mean, I'm pretty sure he's not going to offer our new 'friends' some cookies and a smile.

Jesus was currently cutting along the bottoms of some boxes with breakables inside. I watched him, knowing the moment someone would lift the damaged boxes, the contents inside would fall out and break. I guess if the Hilltop can't have their stuff, no one can. At least, that's what Jesus' actions were telling me. Moving over to another box, Jesus grabbed a bottle of what appeared to be syrup or something, before he moved to stand at the edge of the truck's opening and began to squeeze some of the liquid out on to the road.

When he turned to Carl and I, seeing our questioning looks, he shrugged. "Making a trail. I think we're close," he noted.

I moved closer to him, looking out as the truck veered around some broken down cars on the road.

"We should bail out," Jesus said, coming to stand by me. "Follow the rest of the way, see what we can see."

"I, uh..." Carl sounded unsure behind us. "How?" he asked.

"It isn't usually the fall that gets us," Jesus explained. "It's trying to fight it. Run with it or roll with it. The truck's going slow enough. We'll be in the blind spot. We can race behind one of the other cars."

"I-I-If..." Carl stuttered, clearly uncomfortable with this plan. "If I screw up and we get caught-"

I cut him off, "Carl, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

Jesus nodded at my words. "Listen to your sister. It'll be fine. We just got to go now."

Carl's eyes stayed locked on mine as he spoke. "Okay. Show me first," he told Jesus.

I could see it. He knew I wasn't going anywhere, just like I knew he wasn't either. Now was our chance to get rid of Jesus- for his sake, not ours.

Jesus looked from Carl to me.

I nodded to him. "I won't go until he does. I'll make sure he's okay."

"Alright. Just... don't take too long," he said before looking out the truck again, and jumping off.

Carl moved to stand where Jesus had been. Both of us held back the plastic flaps that covered the opening as we watched the man roll along the road and quickly duck behind one of the broken-down vehicles. The moment his head popped up as he looked to us expectantly, Carl and I lifted a hand each and gave Jesus a simple wave before stepping back into the truck and letting the flaps drop.

Now that we were alone, I wasn't holding back. "What the hell are you doing here, Carl?" I glared at my little brother.

He shrugged. "What are you doing here?"

"That's none of your business," I snapped.

With my answer, he simply shrugged again. "If you don't tell, I don't tell," was all he had to say before he moved further into the truck.

I followed him. "You will tell me, damn it. Or so help me God, I will push you out of this truck right now."

Coming to a stop, he let out a frustrated sigh before finally giving me an answer. "I'll gonna kill Negan."

A million things went through my mind at my brother's words.

Yes, I wanted Negan dead. No, I didn't want Carl to kill him.

How are we supposed to get out of this? How am I supposed to get Daryl out of this? Did I really want Negan to die? The thought of keeping him alive and torturing him sounded a lot better. What was dad going to think when he found out? Were we ever going to see dad again? Would we get out of this alive? Would Negan actually die today?

"So, why are you here?" Carl asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

He'd told me the truth. I knew he had. I'd always been pretty good with telling if Carl was lying or not. Mum and dad had usually asked me whether or not Carl had lied to them. It's just something that close from having suck a close relationship with someone. Carl and I, we'd always been close... Which is why lying to him hurt more than I'd like it too.

"I need to see Daryl," I told him- which wasn't too much of a lie.

He nodded, seeming to understand and believe me. "We'll get him back, Vickie." Stepping closer to me, he rested a hand on my shoulder. "I promise."

As I watched my brother move to a box of guns, I felt the need to fall to the ground. For the last few days I'd been fighting a numbness taking over me. I'd been fighting the will to just give up.

Seeing Carl look at me with that kind of determination... it scared me. It made me believe that maybe I'd lost the little brother I'd grown up with...

"Stay behind me," Carl whispered as we hid behind a bunch of boxes. He was in front, looking over another box, aiming the gun at the opening of the truck as he waited.

I watched him watching the front, feeling the truck slow as it turned a corner before coming to a complete stop. I couldn't see outside the truck. I couldn't see much of anything from where I was really.

It did occur to me that I should be ahead of Carl, that I should be protecting him... But I knew there was no way that was happening. Carl hadn't really understood the way I was reacting to Glenn and Abraham's death. He'd been watching me, checking up on me every now and then since it all happened. I guess he was just waiting for me to shut down like I usually did.

Which is probably why he was suddenly so protective. Which is also how I knew there was no point in trying to argue with him.

There was movement outside as people started to move towards the back of the truck. I could hear footsteps and the murmur of incoherent chatter. When someone finally spoke clear enough that we could hear them, I froze.

"Okay, boys, let's get this haul unloaded and inside. I want to get back in there and unload a little myself."

Negan.

Looks like Carl was going to get his chance right here and right now.

"Negan, need to talk to you about redirect." I listened as someone spoke to Negan.

"What about the redirect?" the leader asked, sounding annoyed.

"It got screwed up," the other person answered before going on quickly. "We're on it now, but it's a mess out there."

"And whose job was that?" Negan was clearly not happy.

I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation as another voice- closer to the truck- spoke up at that moment.

"Aw, damn. I thought they packed this up tight," the man sighed as he stepped into the back of the truck. I felt the weight shift and saw Carl adjust the hold on the gun he held.

"Ah, no worries. Plenty more where this came from," Negan called to the man in the truck.

The guy in the truck chuckled lightly. "Right?"

A few other laughs could be heard after that. I tried to count how many different laughs I could hear, but it appeared to be impossible. All I knew was there were too many for Carl and I to fight through and win...

The sound of glass shattering had me jump slightly. I realised then the guy in the truck must have picked up one of the boxes Jesus tampered with. A smirk played on my lips, but I shook it off before it could take form.

"Son of a bitch!" someone exclaimed- probably the guy who'd grabbed the now broken box.

Everyone else continued to laugh outside the truck. But I knew in an instant we'd been caught, because at that moment, Carl gripped the gun a little tighter as he glared at something- or someone- in front of him.

"What the hell?" the same guy spoke.

But that was all he got out before Carl shot the gun, a rapid fire of bullets exiting the weapon in a blink of an eye.

The moment he stopped shooting, Carl got up and moved from behind the boxes, heading for the opening of the truck. I was right behind him, grabbing the hand gun I'd picked out before as I stayed a step behind Carl, watching everyone else outside the truck gather and watch my brother. It was clear... they were all ready to kill him.

"Stay back!" Carl warned before anyone could do anything. "Drop your weapons. I only want Negan. He killed my friends. No one else needs to die," he told them all.

The sound of whistling was heard as Negan moved from around the side of the truck. He watched Carl- his eyes never wavering off my brother- as he moved. Keeping his men between himself and Carl's line of fire, he took a few more steps before stopping behind one of his men- using him as a shield.

"Damn." Negan grinned. "You are adorable. Did you pick that gun 'cause it looks cool? You totally did, right?" Shaking his head, he kept his grin in place. "Kid, I ain't gonna lie you scare the shit outta me."

Carl had been watching Negan, his need for revenge too strong for him to divide his attention.

I saw the man move first. He was one of Negan's soldiers. No one I recognised, and no one I cared about. All I knew was he had moved, towards my brother, and that was not okay.

But Carl reacted faster than I thought he would. Turning, he shot the guy down without hesitating a second. Of course, with him being distracted, that gave an opening for someone else to step up...

Dwight grabbed the gun and Carl, pushing my brother to the ground and shifting to aim the gun at him.

Seeing my brother in danger, I moved. Fast.

Jumping off the truck, I stepped up to Dwight and aimed the gun I held at his head in an instant. "Don't test me, asshole."

Dwight's eyes flicked to the gun in my hand before his eyes met mine. There was a spilt second where he thought his options through, and then decided to make the wrong choice... he decided to fight me.

Moving quickly, he elbowed my arm out of the way so the gun was no longer aimed at his head. But I couldn't care less about the gun. I didn't need it to kill him.

Both of us dropped the guns to the ground and turned on each other. It was a blur of movements that would have only taken a few seconds to act out. But it felt longer as we both attacked each other. He got in a few hits, but I got in more. I was faster than him- though not stronger- which meant I could dodge him before he'd get the chance to do some damage.

After a few hits, I knew I had to get him to the ground, and I finally got the opportunity. He went to punch me, but I was too fast for him. I ducked out of the way before kicking out and tripping him.

The moment his back was pressed against the dirt, I was on him with one of my knives out as I pressed the blade to his throat. "I warned you," I sneered.

We both just glared at each other. I wanted to kill him. I so desperately wanted to... but I wasn't stupid.

The sound of a single person clapping caught my attention as I looked over to the side, seeing Negan watching me with a grin on his face. He looked impressed... which to piss me off even more.

Movement from behind Negan caught my eye and suddenly everything inside me fell.

Daryl.

He stood behind a fence where a bunch of walkers were chained. He was watching me with a desperate look in his eyes. He was scared for me. He was worried and he was angry as well, but fear ruled over his emotions and took charge.

Negan stopped so he stood by me, but still gave Daryl and I full view of each other. "Well, Vic-tor-i-a, this is a surprise." He offered me his hand.

I didn't even look at him. I didn't even give him a second of my attention. All of my focus was on the man I loved as the two of us continued to stare at each other.

Clicking his tongue, obviously not too pleased that I was ignoring him, Negan then moved to my brother. "Come on, kid. I'll show you around." He now offered Carl his hand.

My attention snapped to my brother, watching to make sure no one touched him. I'd kill anyone who even though about hurting him.

"You know, you do the same damn stink-eye as your dad, except it's only half as good 'cause, well, you know, you're missing an eye," Negan chuckled, causing me to glare at him for making fun of my brother. "Really?" He shook his head at Carl. "You're really not gonna take my hand either? 'Cause you're lucky you even still have a hand. Same as your boy Daryl over here, now that I think about it." He turned his head to look at my husband. "How's the job going, Daryl? Hot enough for you?"

My attention turned back to Daryl, who was now fidgeting on the spot. He wanted to come over to Carl and me, I could tell. He wanted to defend us, to talk to us, figure out why we were here and make sure nothing happened while we were under Negan's roof. I could only imagine what he'd been through, and I could only imagine what he thought was in stall for Carl and myself.

"Yeah, it'd be tough with one arm." Negan chuckled again before looking to Carl one last time, offering his hand still. After a moment or two, Carl gave in and took the hand. "Ah, smart kid." Negan nodded, pulling Carl to his feet.

I didn't like it. I didn't like him touching my brother in any way. Even this was enough to make me want to kill Negan more than ever.

Movement underneath me turned my attention to Dwight and my knife which was still pressed against his throat. It would be so easy for me to just slice...

"Victoria. Sweetheart." Negan stood next to me again. "Take the Goddamn hand."

Taking a deep breath, I looked up and glared at the leader as I grabbed his offered hand with my free one and let him pull me to my feet.

He tugged me up hard enough so I nearly lost my footing. The only thing that stopped me was my hand pressing against his chest before I could stop myself, and his other hand moving to rest on my side to offer some support.

"Mm." He grinned, looking down at me. "Fuck, you are perfect."

Heat flushed through me and I hated it. I hated how I had no control over the attraction I felt for the man who'd killed two of my friends right in front of me and had taken and tortured my husband. But as much as I hated it, like I said, I had no control.

His hand gripped on to my other knife as he pulled it from my belt. When I flinched, and moved to grab it, he simply shook his head. "I've seen what you can do with these, Sweetheart. You can have them back when I trust you," he told me before pointing to my other knife, the one from Daryl which I'd been pressing against Dwight's throat, but now sat in the grip of my hand by my side.

Glaring harder, I gave him the knife. "I've got a bag in the truck with some stuff in it, including my bat. So if you want me to keep that, I suggest you make sure your men fetch it."

His grin widened. "You have no idea what you do to me, Sweetheart," he told me, his voice low so only I could hear what he'd said. Then he let go of me and turned to his people. "Fat Joseph, grab Victoria's bag from the truck and bring it to my room. Dwighty-boy, why don't you grab Daryl, take him to the kitchen, do a little grub prep," he ordered.

I watched Dwight- who was now off the ground- as he moved towards Daryl. Every fibre in my being told me to go and stop him. To keep any of these assholes from touching him ever again. But I was smarter than that. I knew the best thing for me to do was to stay by Negan and do as he said. Maybe then he'd let me talk to my husband. Maybe.

"New plan, boys. Let's burn the dead, unload the truck later," Negan told the others before they started to get to work. He sighed, shaking his head. "Damn, I am not gonna have time to screw any of my wives today." Pausing, he grinned, looking to Dwight. "I mean, maybe one."

I wasn't sure what that was all about, but I could see Dwight did not look too please about Negan's words. For a second he actually looked a little pissed.

Negan turned to Carl then, taking his weapons away as well before he handed them over to a larger man. "Come on." He gestured for Carl and I to follow him as he started for some doors.

"What are you gonna do to us?" Carl asked before I even had the chance to take a step.

Coming to a stop, Negan ran a hand over his stubble before he turned to Carl. "Number one, do not shatter my image of you. You're a badass. You're not scared of shit. Don't be scared of me. It's a disappointment," he told him before letting his grin fall back on to his lips. "Number two... you really want me to ruin the surprise?" He shook his head. "Screw you, kid. Seriously. Screw you."

With that, he turned and started towards the doors again. This time, before anything else could be said, I moved to stand next to Carl and gave him a short nod, silently telling him we were okay and I was there for him. He gave me a nod back, thanking me for the help earlier and letting me know he was there for me as well.

Family stuck together and protected each other. I would step in front of a bullet and die before I'd let something happen to Carl. Although... I'd been shot multiple times by now and hadn't died yet. I just hoped my luck hadn't run out already.

Still following Negan, we stepped through the doors of the large factory the Saviours seemed to use as a home. I looked around, taking in the space. It was what you'd expected of an old factory, nothing really special about it. Yet, I was surprised at the number of people gathered below the perch Negan, Carl and I stood on.

Everyone was working away, going about their business, chatting to other's. I couldn't make out anything they were saying, but I could tell they weren't all soldiers. No, these people were just... people. They were like my friends back home. They stayed back and kept the place running. There were women, men, elderly and children. All ages, colours and sizes. It was a community...

If it seemed like I was surprised, I was. I thought Negan would have only had soldiers in his group. Maybe a few workers, and a lot of women walking around in barely nothing for the entertainment of his brute men. But it seemed I was wrong.

Negan turned to grin and Carl and myself. "Check this out," he told us, looking a little excited before he turned to walk to the rail that over looked all the people.

The moment they all noticed him, everyone got to their knees and fell silent.

Getting into business mode, Negan looked down at his people as he spoke. "The Saviours have gone out into the world and fought the dead and come back with some really good stuff. Some of that stuff can be yours if you work hard and play... by the rules. Today, everybody gets fresh vegetables at dinner. No points needed."

This news seemed to please everyone as I heard some pleased words and they all applauded.

Ignoring them, Negan turned to Carl and I once more as we stood next to him. "You see that? Respect. Cool, huh? They still on their knees?" Without waiting for an answer he looked to his people again. "As you were!" he called before walking off.

Everyone rose from the ground and went about their day again as if nothing had happened- though I could still hear happy chatter about the vegetables.

I watched them all, and found everything else falling away as I pondered the thought of all that power. I was a leader back home, sure. But I didn't have the power dad had. Or Maggie. Definitely not like Negan. Even Gregory had more power than I did.

Stepping up to the railing, I couldn't help but rest a hand on the cool, yellow painted metal. A shiver ran down my spine as the possibility of having all that control thrilled my senses. It excited me to think something like this could be attainable if I played my cards right.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't want everything Negan had. I didn't want the mindless followers and all the power. But having more than I had already would be interesting... maybe if I had more power I could figure out a way to get my people out of the mess we were now in.

Movement to my side caught my attention as Carl did the same as myself, resting his hand on the railing and looking down at all the people. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing as me. If he was feeling the same things as well...

Shaking my head, I let the fantasy fade before giving Carl a nudge. "Better not keep him waiting," I told him as we turned to go follow Negan.

He wasn't standing too far from us. In fact, he'd been leaning against a wall casually, watching with a grin. His eyes caught mine and his grin widened. I could tell he knew what I'd been thinking. I could also tell it amused him to know I could actually be tempted with something like power...

"Come on." He pushed off the wall, offering me his arm. "I've got some people I need to see."

Knowing I had no choice, I looped my arm through his and ignored Carl's glare before I walked beside Negan as he led Carl and I through his home.

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