#Stop listening to worldly music

[faithisthekey-23]

Hi brothers and sisters

Today, I will also write my testimony on how my life looked like when I was listening to KPOP, how Lord of Lords delivered me from listening to worldly music, watching a lot of content from some groups and solists, and how my spiritual life looks like now.

My journey with kpop

I discovered kpop in 2018. However, I only listened to a few music groups: Blackpink; Twice; Red Velvet and one song from Sunmi. I won't say too much about it for it isn't that important. I just liked listening to this music but wasn't that invested in it.

However in March 2021, I started listening to BTS, Enhypen and TXT. I quickly wanted to just know their names so that I could recognize them, but I began to really like their songs. I loved the fact that everytime I was sad, I could listen to their songs and feel happiness. I felt a lot of energy after listening to their songs and began to watch different types of content from these groups and videos their fans published. I was very anxious and thought that they are the reason why my anxiety calms down. Whenever I felt hopeless, I came to their music, I also posted posts about them on a few apps. I didn't see any red flags and even when I began to see that I depend on them when it comes to happiness and my well-being in general and felt miserable, very sad when I thought of going back to school after breaks on which I listened to Kpop and watched Kpop content for a few hours everyday. Even though I could see how I depend on kpop groups too much, I didn't even think of taking a break from it. There were times when I wasn't listening to this music for a few days, but I still watched content related to it. I didn't see that it is satanic, full of blasphemy against my Creator God, personal Savior Jesus Christ and maybe blasphemy against my Precious Friend Holy Spirit too. I was so blinded by all of those innocent looking people that I didn't see that there is so many wrong things about this industry. I saw how people working in it are treated, the negative impact their songs have on my emotions and heart (my heart hardened really quickly after listening to some songs), I heard songs about the devil and revenge, and even though I tried to be closer to God, I actually didn't seek Him in the right way, as I was too invested in this music industry and didn't stop listening to these songs for the sake of my identity as a child of God. I even loved singing them. I even started thinking that I should be like those singers and tried to learn how to sing and dance like them. I had a lot of scenarios about becoming a kpop idol (even though the name is also a huge red flag which I didn't see as I was blinded by satan) to the point that I even dreamed about talking with my (now ex) favorite groups. I am ashamed for I even tried to introduce other people to kpop not knowing that it was one of the reasons why I was so miserable, but I realized it only recently.

How God delivered me

I actually didn't have to do much to get rid of listening to kpop. On 15th March, I went on referat and the for the first time in my life I truly felt that it's not a priest talking about God to me, but it's God talking to me through the priest. I felt a strong presence of the Holy Spirit and loved it. When I went out of the church, my mind was filled with the thoughts that I want to truly start seeking God and spend much more time with Him, at least a few hours. I also lost the desire to listen to the wordly music and after some time I also stopped having the desire to watch movies that aren't about God, study if it isn't about Him (I still study and have good grades, but I just don't keep on seeking knowledge after school at all. However, I love getting to know about Almighty more).

The comparison how my life looked like before and how it looks like now

I can easily notice that just like I had so much anxiety when I was listening to kpop, it is gone. I sometimes feel anxiety when I want to explain the Bible for someone and obey God's will but it disappears thanks to the Most High. Earlier, I used to compare my looks and abilities to everyone around me and got way too involed in beauty standards. However, today I noticed that I haven't felt ugly or wanted to change anything about my looks for a few months now (it's May, so 4 months' passed since I was born again). I also stopped feeling so sad and lonely, don't need to depend on music to feel happy. I found my identity and only true happiness in the Holy Trinity and know that they always care about me. Even when someone rejects me or doesn't treat me with respect, I always come back to my Heavenly Father and remind myself that having Him, Jesus and Holy Spirit in my life is more than enough. I did overthink everything, but stopped. Randomly, different thoughts about future fill my mind, but I able to ignore them and focus on my Savior. These days, I get tempted so much to come back to kpop. To be honest, I wanted to come back to kpop to listen to Christian songs. However, I also had a strong desire to listen to other kpop groups but my King of Kings lead me to the video that talked about the negative impact it has on faith of people. Then, I realized that I could watch kpop content and listen to this genre even for 5 hours during the day but prayed for only 25-30 minutes and didn't feel that I need God as I thought that I only need those groups. I watched a few videos about how bad it is and on the next day, I told myself that I won't come back to this again. I was tempeted way more often and the thoughts that told me to come back to this were really intensive, I also saw some articles and videos on the websearcher but didn't choose to waste my this way. I learned how to stand firm and I am thankful for Holy Trinity, for God helped me. Thoughts of the books I read about kpop also show up in my mind and try to encourage to read them again, but I will not break for God. He died for me, I can at least put Him first and not go back to something that is against Him. You can choose Jesus as well! His Arms are always opened for you, no matter how much you've sinned. He loves you to the point that He even died for you, took your blame on Himself to give you salvation and not let you perish. He is always there to listen to you and give you comfort. Just accept His offer, you won't regret it in the end :)

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[yeslordmyking]

I want to be a crazy fashionista fangirl again 💔

#not that i'm like not anymore. i just feel guilty for enjoying worldly things so i stopped watching tv and listening to music #it's been months. it's torture. i want to watch lightyear and thor and listen to harry's latest album and be an ahgase again and- #but i'm satisfied by things other than God. i'm unholy. so i can't enjoy life anymore #just bible study and praise and prayer and service and holy suffering #i can't believe i'm sitting here not knowing what wonho's facade album sounds like and i won't ever get to watch jackson's cruel mv cuz 😈 #i know the song is about »fighting« your demons and i think he wins but Jackson baby boo imma christian i can't be seen streaming that mv😅 #it looks risky y'know. i know you've been through some dark times tho. that's the story you're telling #just don't know if God will be pleased with my support of it because i'm second guessing everything 🙄 #like i didn't see multiverse because... and it kinda kills me cuz i think that's a pivotal film for following the mcu story #will i ever watch mcu and disney films again? will i listen to music again? will i like clothes without being attacked by anxiety? #all these things of the world. is it ok with God to care about them and enjoy them? everything feels evil now. and most things are 🤷🏽‍♀️ #forgive me Lord for the people i love and the things i enjoy. i didn't guard my heart i suppose. i know i can't avoid absolutely everything #but how will i ever enjoy life if i psychoanalyze and scrutinize everything for unholiness? i'll find bad in everything and everyone #i'll have to hate everything.... #i'm so tired.... i can't do this... Lord why am i on this earth only to have to hate everything my heart wants? #and to reduce the people i care about to wicked sinners i mustn't support anymore? #what.... what do i do???

[puffein]

dancing in the moonlight

pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader summary: just you and wanda dancing under the moonlight warnings: fluff word count: 1015 a/n: dancing in the moonlight suddenly played while i was writing the epilogue of late spring and then i just started abandoning the epilogue and wrote this instead T.T

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The full moon loomed over the picturesque night sky, its big rounded shape centers itself right at the gradient navy blue sky, making itself known to everyone with the capabilities to see the sight it beholds. 

With the looming moon's rippling lemon light irradiating itself through the branches of the howling trees sending forth a ghostly image of coal black shadows laying steadily onto the ground would make anyone quiver with fear and anxiety as the fields surround under its shadows. Despite its eerie image plastering throughout the grassland, the full moon's shining light becomes warm and earthly as it cascades right at your partner's striking face, your breath catches short and her green eyes stare right at yours. 

A grin made its way into your face, and the scent of freshly wet grass danced through your nose casting a worldly aroma for you to take in. 

"I have been looking for you." Her voice was low and quiet, you could feel the ends of her lips touching lightly onto your ears, making you shiver. 

"Sorry, Tony made this complaint about the appetizers.." your frown lingers a little longer than you have liked. Wanda barks out a giggle, her hands snaking roundly into your waist, pulling you closer to her mellow body. 

She kisses your temple, "He could complain all night for all I care." 

You turn your head at her, facing her fully, "Well, I care." 

She lets out an amusing grin, "Well, that is your problem, my love. Not mine."

Undeterred by the teasing timbre of her sultry voice, you flush your back tightly at her front, sighing as you felt her slender arms adjusting to fully wrap you from behind, her chin resting steadily into your shoulder. 

You feel the anchored breathing her lungs emits, the warm breaths she lets out as her lips travel along your cheeks down to the sides of your neck, making the corners of your lips twitch. 

You watch the small crowd of people scattering around the fields of grass and trees, socializing quietly, a piece of soft music binding itself through the penetrating air of the night. Other than the natural light the moon generously bestows upon you and the crowds, an amber of light from the lanterns and fairy lights scattered around the area made it more magical and breathtaking. 

A familiar tempo of a song plays through the speaker, making Wanda's hold on you tighten, her cheeks rest upon your shoulder, and the piercing gaze of her green eyes settles heavily on the side of your face.

"It's the song you always listen to," she whispers, soft lips finding their way into your cheeks, your face heats up as you felt the corners of her mouth moving upwards. Spinning you around to fully face her gorgeous face, your eyes downcasted onto the beautiful twirling of her braided hair. 

She tilts her head, offering you her hand, "Shall we dance, my love?"

You gave her a bashful smile, nodding as you let her lead you to the center of the field, away from the delicately designed tables and chairs. You peered right at her, wrapping your hands on her neck, Wanda pulls you impossibly closer. 

She leans down, placing her forehead rightfully at yours, her hands situated at your hips guiding you to match the endeavors of her soft swaying. The rhythmic move of both your hips matches the upbeat tempo of the song, making you giggle as she hums the song. 

"I thought you hate this song." 

Her humming stops, "But you love it."

"...everybody's feeling warm and bright." your voice imitates the lyrics of the song, your hips swaying still as Wanda's grin widens at your singing. 

"..it's such a fine and natural sight," she continues the lyrics, gazing at you with adoration and devotion. It lays heavy into your chest, and the drumming of your heart fastens at her fierce stare. "Shall I say my vows to you once again?" 

Your eyes shine, "I don't wanna cry again." 

She grins, "You look beautiful, so beautiful, crying or not." A kiss comes after, her lips wrapping into your quivering ones as your hips halt its swaying to focus at her plump lips but Wanda's firm grasp controls the soft gliding of your hips, her mouth moving delicately into yours. 

The kiss she gave you made you gasp for air, the ferocity of the dance of her lips emits felt like she was kissing you for the very first time. Trying to engrave the feel of your lips into her searing mind.  

"I can't get enough of you," she whispers, her hands moving dangerously low as she pulls you closer, "You and this white dress should be placed in a museum. People should commemorate the sight you have given them, no art could compare to your fine beauty, my love." 

Your face warms at her bold words, making you hide your face right at her chest. Wanda's hand moves automatically onto your hair, brushing through your locks gently. 

"I can't believe you let me have the freedom of calling you my wife, I can't thank you enough for that." Her body vibrates beautifully as her words dance with the tunes of the song. 

Wanda's eyes blazed with affection, she leans away gently to put both of her hands on the side of your cheeks, "Gorgeous."

You laugh, "Stop. We are literally at our wedding reception, you can now stop coating your words with sweetness because I am now yours for eternity, until your last breath." 

She remains serious, her pupils dilated, "Okay, but I will be yours even after death."

"Is after death even real."

"It will be real, I will make sure of it to love you even after death," she mutters, leaning once again to peck your lips. "Have you forgotten my vows?"

Your chest heaves out a quiet laugh, "Oh god, of course not, it is engraved tightly on my mind."

"Good," she says, her lips twitching heavenwards, "Because I will religiously say it to you every night like a mantra."

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[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

IT'S NEVER OVER - PROLOGUE (sept. 2005)

summary: if anyone asked sid, he wouldn't say that he liked pittsburgh more after meeting nat. no, that would be absurd.

warnings: short and sweet! (none)

a/n: hi, hello! am i posting this without having finished it? yes. i don't know how long it's going to be but i'm slowly chipping away at it and i'm pretty excited about it. it might even be my favourite series thing i've done so far, and weirdly my first one? i've had the entire thing outlined for months but i've been too busy to even think about posting it, so...here you go! i can't promise posts for this will be regular because the chapters are so long, but i'll try my best to keep you posted! hope you enjoy (a series mastrlist will be out soon too so you can get the gist of where i'm at in the entire process) xo

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(It started with music, but Nat didn’t know that.) 

It was a total accident, a random encounter that Sidney couldn’t possibly have predicted – one that, without exaggerating, changed his life to an extent. On a whim, he’d decided to go into that coffee shop he’d walked past everyday for the past three weeks, and it was also on a whim he actually made it to the counter to order an uncharacteristic coffee – he was newly eighteen, being pulled in all sorts of sports-diet directions, the confinement of which kind of irked him, so to him, buying that coffee was a subtle rebellion.

It was also a complete accident that he’d wandered off to the right after taking his coffee from the counter, instead of left, or forwards, or even backwards.

Sidney wasn’t one to believe in fate or destiny: he believed those terms were too magical – they alluded to some other worldly forces coming into play, and he liked to stick to facts. Coincidences. Accidents. Nevertheless, he did find it almost inexplicable, the way that his life hurtled into a completely different route after a mere forty minutes inside a coffee shop that he’d just spontaneously decided to make a trip of. He couldn’t quite get his head around it all.

To him, it was a coincidence that he’d walked past her table. A coincidence that she happened to be blaring the only song he’d been able to listen to for the last four days. He’d barely made it three steps past her before he froze. 

She was wearing those over-the-ear headphones, the ones with orange sponges from the 80s, plugged into the iPod that had come out a few years back. He recognised it because everyone that had one in his high school before he left never shut up about it. Sidney admittedly did own one at the time, but he never really felt the need to show it off  – it was much easier than lugging around a cassette or CD player with songs burnt in.

The song still had him halting in his tracks and turning around, his body much further ahead than his brain because he had to steady his mug of coffee; his sharp actions had the liquid almost sloshing over the edge, but he managed to catch it just in time.

He wouldn’t have done either of those things: stop and turn, if it had been any other song he’d heard. He was just so taken aback by it – the exact, precise song. 

The girl at the table didn’t pay him a single dime of attention when he froze, despite the fact that his hip was practically nudging her table. She wasn’t even looking in his direction, her eyes gazing out of the window on her right, skipping over empty faces as people walked past. It was clear she was supposed to be doing work of some sorts: there were textbooks, novels, and flashcards scattered across the entire table, a pencil case half emptied with pens strewn all over. She had a pen clutched in the fist she was resting her chin on, not caring for the study cards at all – entirely enamoured by the view. 

Sidney followed her eyes. There wasn’t much to look at, just a street, and her chair was directly facing the side of a retail store, clothes and mannequins displayed in the window. 

In hindsight, Sidney didn’t really know what compelled him to do what he did next.

He couldn’t tell if she was bored and just looking out, not paying attention to the music flowing into her ears, or if she was just so absorbed in what she was hearing that she couldn’t physically bring herself to think about her work – that she’d tuned out the outside world entirely.

What caught his attention the most was the crease between her brows. It drew him to look straight at her; an alluring combination of chestnut hair and pale eyes – though not too pale that they made him uneasy. She was also probably the only person in the establishment that was around his age.

She had impeccable music taste, if he did say so himself.

Yet, he couldn’t shake the inkling that this girl was wholly feeling the brilliance and soul-crushing heartache of Jeff Buckley’s genius – and he found himself hoping she was.

That was why he cleared his throat and took a small step to the other side of the table. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, noting that the cafe was pretty busy, so he knew he could at least try to get away with what he was about to do.

He made sure to tilt his head up, because the hat covering his face would be nothing short of slightly suspicious in a public setting, and it wasn’t until he purposefully knocked into the chair that she flicked her eyes to look at him.

He held his breath, a moment when all they did was look at each other, until the crease in her brows disappeared and she reached to pause her music on her iPod, slowly sliding her earphones off so they rested around her neck. 

“Hi.” 

His assumptions had been correct. She was around his age – her voice was deeper than he’d originally anticipated – and when he found himself slightly closer than before, he was able to make out that she was studying for her SATs. 

It was September.

“Hi.” He replied, forcing a smile that he hoped would convey the apology he felt for intruding on her personal time and in her personal space. Her clutter was all over the table, and he knew that if she was hopefully as kind to strangers as he hoped she’d to be, that it would be somewhat of a hassle to shove some of it away, “I’m really sorry, but there aren’t any other tables free. Would I be able to–”

“Oh, sure.” She interrupted, immediately going to reach to sweep a space clear for him over the other side of the table. Sidney watched with a mildly amused gaze; she didn’t seem to care for the way her flashcards seemed to mix themselves up, or the way her textbooks snapped shut and she lost her page.

She flashed him a welcoming, slightly embarrassed smile as she piled the books on top of each other, and before Sidney knew it, he was sitting in the chair opposite, accidentally knocking their knees together in the process, and sipping from his coffee mug. He fought to maintain the thankful smile on his face, despite the utterly bitter taste of the coffee that seemed to fester on his tongue.

No wonder he’d never tried coffee before, it tasted like dirt.

The girl broke a small chunk of a muffin off, a smile breaking out on her face as she fought a small laugh.

Sidney blushed, “I’m not a big coffee-fan.” He reasoned, shrugging.

“I can tell.” She pressed her lips together momentarily, looking down at the plate before turning her attention back to him. Sidney felt stunned at the colour of her eyes. He’d never seen grey eyes before, but hers seemed to balance more on the green side – only when the sun struck the side of her face, they turned a watery, clear blue. There was also a tinge of brown thrown in there.

What was that called? Heterochromia?

He felt his mouth dry, and before he could stop himself, he was taking another sip of his coffee, this time managing to control the urge to wince, “Thanks for letting me sit here.”

She shrugged, gathering the flashcards and lining them up, “It’s no problem. Sorry for the mess.”

He let his eyes wander over the books once more, the green ‘SATs’ letters jumping out at him, “You got an important date?”

The girl swallowed, not entirely understanding what he meant. That crease formed between her brows again, and she opened her mouth to question him, but Sidney beat her to it, a finger pointing at her stack of books. 

She sighed, “Not entirely, they’re at the end of the school year, but one of my teachers gave us an assignment to get some study material done early.” 

Sidney couldn’t say he understood her stress – it was something displayed across the planes of her face; evident when she looked rather tiredly at the stack of books, and hesitated at the flashcards, before throwing them to the side. She folded her arms across the table, then switched so that her hands were interlocked in front of her.

She looked as though she didn’t quite know what to do with herself, and Sidney couldn’t tell if it was because of the presence of a stranger, or if she was already feeling some sort of academic guilt for throwing her attention away from her studies for a couple of minutes.

He saw her jaw clench, and at that observation, the thought that maybe he was paying a little bit too much attention to her crossed his mind, so he turned his focus to the cup of coffee. He was beginning to feel its effects; his knee was shaking softly under the table and he could feel an influx of energy spark at his fingertips. Or maybe it wasn’t the coffee at all.

He hadn’t thought about hockey for five minutes.

He saw her turn her face towards him out of the corner of his eye, and he looked up, “What about you? Are you in school, or…?” She trailed off, her eyes skimming over the logo that had flashed itself from the safe and unzipped confines of his hoodie. 

He felt his heart quicken at having been caught, worried that perhaps she’d shout out who he was – if she knew – across the entire cafe. He remained optimistic; she didn’t seem the type.

He cleared his throat, “Not anymore.” For some reason he hesitated. He could play off the logo as merchandise – he could be someone other than Sidney Crosby, the New Rookie of the Pens – or he could be honest. When he looked back at her, there was a challenge in her eyes, and Sidney knew then that she already knew who he was. “I just got drafted to the Pens for my first NHL season.”

She sighed, “Can I tell you something?” 

Sidney furrowed his brows, his mouth tilting down in a smile. He was new to the whole ‘local celebrity’ deal, but this by far, is probably one of the least impressed reactions he’d ever had. She clearly knew he wasn’t in school, but had still taken the kind courtesy to ask him the question, despite the futility of it.

He nodded. 

“I only know one Pens player.” Then she pointed to something out of the window, “That banner has been staring at me every week for the past three months.”

Sidney huffed a laugh, thinking she was joking, but followed her finger anyway. He was immediately faced with a street corner, tens of people walking past each other – he could even make out their voices if he concentrated hard enough, and it took a while to figure out what exactly she was pointing at, until his eyes settled on a billboard at least a block down.

He’d been told that for press reasons, the Pens had come up with the idea of a way of promoting him as a player, and a ‘person of Pittsburgh’, by plastering some action shots of him – still staged – around the city. He’d neglected to look up lately, fearing that if he did, he’d be faced with some images of himself, but he hadn’t escaped that entirely.

The billboard was small, and he wasn’t the only player on there, either, but he saw it nonetheless. 

When he spun back around to look at her once more, the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “There’s two other players, not just me.”

She shrugged, “I was talking about Sergei Gonchar.”

Sidney felt the blush colour from his chest to his cheeks as he slowly put his hands over his face, consumed by humiliation. He felt himself smile into his hands when he heard the girl huff a snicker. He’d had quite a few people as of late kissing up to his ego, and apart from his teammates, she was the first one to really deliver a considerable blow – and he was thankful for that; that at least someone still had the ability to look past who he was and tease him like he was a normal person. He was aware of the irony that lay there.

He gathered himself, unabashedly removing his hands and displaying the creeping blush for her to see, and sticking his hand between them, “Sidney Crosby, rookie center for the Pittsburgh Penguins.”

She rolled her eyes, not commenting on the state of his cheeks, her smile fading slightly but still remaining, “I was joking, I know who you are.” She took his hand in hers, gripping it tightly, “Nat Brooks. Student.”

Sidney swallowed, his blush remaining for other reasons, and pulled his hand away, flexing it under the table, “Is Nat short for anything?”

“Natalia.”

“‘S very pretty.” He mumbled, and she smiled sweetly.

“Sidney’s very pretty, too. It suits you.”

Something clenched in his chest.

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[frankfontainecalloutpost]

Shabbat shalom, here is my rabbi's thought of the week destined to every Jewish student out there suffering from the increased antisemitism in campus.

A Letter to Jewish Students at Universities and Colleges

16 February 2024

Dear Students,

I don’t know if this letter will reach you. Maybe your parents or grandparents will send it on to you, or someone will post it on social media. You might glance at it briefly and see that it is expressly addressed to you, wherever you happen to be. A letter long overdue, but necessary at a time of unprecedented and painful polarisation and turbulence on campus at universities and colleges.

I have spoken to some of you face to face or on Zoom over the past few months since October 7. I know that this is a desperately harrowing and bewildering time, and many of you are searching for companionship and someone to talk to, not only about what is happening in this war between Israel and Hamas, but what is taking place here in the UK – this terrific spike in thoughtless, ignorant and hurtful anti-Jewish incidents and words.

I don’t know how affected you are by the reverberations of the conflict in the Middle East. Your focus may be on your studies, on the daily assignments that must be in by certain deadlines. You may have your own personal preoccupations with family or relationships, with other worldly concerns such as what we are doing to the environment, or the growing gap between rich and poor.

But I am deeply struck by the reports I have heard and read about concerning what is happening at universities – in the lecture theatre, on campus and on social media, in particular.

What does it feel like for someone Jewish to walk past a group of demonstrators holding banners with the words ‘Zionists off our campus’ or ’Stop the Genocide against Palestine’? How do you react when you hear the words of protesters shouting, ‘From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free’? How does it feel when close friends suddenly start to question your loyalties and to blame you for the war in Gaza? How do you respond to the accusation that the bombing of Gaza is the expression of Western imperialism by Jews?

Perhaps you are keeping a low profile, tucking your Magen David underneath your clothes, refusing to share with fellow students or friends your Jewish identity. You may be nervous about ‘coming out’ as Jewish with the huge increase of anti-Jewish incidents on campus and on the streets. And this is understandable – it may be too scary to confront the slogans carried and proclaimed by protesters week after week through city centres.

I wonder if you are someone who wants to – or needs to – speak to friends and fellow students about family or friends in Israel and the terrible trauma of October 7? And why shouldn’t you? A first-year student at [...], a member of the [this shul], said that she was labelled a ‘brainwashed Zionist’ by fellow classmates after she had spoken about friends who had narrowly escaped from the music festival in Israel. The language used against her on social media was so full of hatred that it drove her out of her classes.

Such conduct is unspeakable, as are the death and rape threats against the Jewish chaplain and his wife in [city] who have been forced to go into hiding with their two very young children.

Where is civility? Where is kindness? Where is understanding and intelligent listening and conversation? Where is humility and empathy?

It is a long time since I was at university. Being Jewish wasn’t always comfortable. Students who had never encountered a Jewish person brought their curiosity, but also their prejudices about Judaism, about Jewish history and identity. Few people spoke about the Shoah thirty years after the liberation of Auschwitz. Few books had been published, compared with the plethora on the subject today. There were none of the scores of films and documentaries that emerged in the late nineties and in the years that followed. History stopped with the Russian Revolution.

We have learnt so much more and know so much more. So why are we still so ignorant about each other? Why can’t we learn from history?

We don’t have the answers to the intractable conflict in the Middle East. But we do know that the only way forward is for Israelis and Palestinians to be helped towards a peaceful solution – through political and not military means. We can model that conversation with those out in the streets or on campus by helping them learn something about what it means to be Jewish in today’s world. It takes courage, but done gently and patiently, we can engage in those challenging relationships.

I wish you success in your studies and strength as we navigate this difficult time together.

Shabbat Shalom,

Rabbi [...]

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[mykoreanlove]

I loved your angst Jackson scenarios, can you do one with BM from Kard where his partner wants to break up with him but he's trying to prevent it but fails? Could be because he cheated or wasn't giving enough attention to them

Pleeeeaase and thank you

hey anon, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my stories - that means the world to me :)

you are the first request I ever had (yeyyyy) so I hope you like the story I came up with.

all the love xo

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BAGGAGE

“Where does this train even go?”, he mumbled under his breath.

Head tilted; he was watching the worldly scenery vanish quickly in front of him. He found comfort in the rapid change outside as his thoughts were racing equally hasty. He hadn’t heard from you in weeks but still he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He composed the memories of you the same way he composed his songs.

First, he imagined your breathtaking visuals: your bright eyes, your cute nose and sensuous lips. Then, he added the sounds of your cute laughter and silent gasps. And lastly, he imagined you saying the most beautiful words: I love you, Matthew. I can’t picture my life without you, you’re all I need. Thinking of you like that always filled his heart with the utmost love. The warm fuzzy feeling spread through his whole body, leaving him happy and fulfilled. That tender feeling didn’t last long though, as the most recent memories clouded his mind too soon. What started out as the loveliest tune turned into the most caustic remix. Now he saw your tearful eyes and worried frowns, heard your desperate screams and spiteful words and listened to you breaking up with him. Those warm and fuzzy feelings turned icy, numbing his whole body.

He took a deep breath. “Fuck, I miss her so much. What should I do?”, he muttered silently. Once again, he grabbed his phone and opened your chat. Your picture was still there. He felt the relief as he realized you had not deleted his number – maybe you missed him, too? Maybe you were looking at your phone and hoping for him to text you, too? Hyped up by his delusional fantasies he decided to text you.

Y/N… I miss you.

Eyes glued to his phone, not daring to even blink. His throat was dry, hands jittery and stomach tied into a knot. “She will answer, won’t she?” He gasped as he saw you typing. By now his heart was beating as fast as the train was going.

I miss you, too.

His eyes lit up as he processed those words.

You do?

Of course, I do. I think about you all the damn time.

Are you serious?

Yes. You wouldn’t believe how often I picked up my phone just to text you.

Yet you didn’t…

Yeah, I decided it was better not to.

Why?

I don’t know, I just felt like it wasn’t right.

It didn’t feel right? Texting me didn’t feel right?

He felt his blood boiling up again.

Yeah, to be honest I didn’t feel like you treated me well, so I backed off.

Oh, that’s funny of you to say. I felt the exact same way.

You did?

Yeah.. I really struggled those past few weeks.

I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, Matthew.

Why did you though?

Do you want me to be honest?

He had to think about that for a while. Did he want your honesty? BM often thought about the possible downfalls of your relationship. Did he spend too much time on his music? Did he spend too much time in the gym? Did he not make you feel loved? Did he not please you sexually? Was there someone else? He ruminated on all those questions countless times and never found an answer. So maybe it was time to finally reveal the truth.

Yes please.

When I first met you, I was head over heels in love with you. I know this sounds cliché but it’s true. I never met someone like you before. You showed me parts of you that I adored so much, and you also showed me new sides of myself that I got to love as well. I loved spending time with you. We always had a great time, didn’t we? Kissing you, hugging you, laughing with you, fucking you, talking about serious stuff with you – that all felt so comfortable. I knew that I didn’t want to be in a relationship when I met you but given the nature of all this, I changed my mind about it.

BM scoffed as he read the last sentence; the hurt of you dumping him still deeply ingrained in his heart.

You changed your mind about it? And yet you threw me away like I was garbage?

I can see why you would feel that way. But don’t you think you dumped me first?

NO?!

BM never had a heart attack, but this had to be it. What was that supposed to mean? “How the hell did I dump you first? I’ve been crying for weeks because you left me and now you have the guts to tell me I did that to myself?”, he was furious.

What the fuck do you mean?

Matthew.. Don‘t you think that you broke us up yourself?

Are you serious right now? No. No, I don‘t think that. At all. You abandoned me!!

You abandoned me long before I did. Has that ever occurred to you?

Well, enlighten me please, how did I do that, huh?

Weren’t you the one that decided that this relationship, this thing between us, could not work? Weren’t you the one that decided that it was doomed from the start? Weren’t you the one that declared that I was going to break your heart?

For a moment he forgot how to breathe. He stared at the screen, unable to answer, unable to process what was happening.

Weren’t you the one that got so much into your head and focused on your fears? Weren’t you the one that was dead set on me hurting you? Weren’t you the one distancing yourself because you were afraid?

Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes.

Weren’t you the one that was convinced that I wasn’t serious about you? Weren’t you the one thinking that I must be fucking dudes on the side and only be toying with you? Weren’t you so sure about me being an easy girl that simply fucks around? Did you honestly think I would not notice this?

By now it was hard to read the messages, tears completely clouding his vision. “I never said that to her, what the fuck. It’s… it’s like she saw right through me. She saw what I was thinking about her, about us. How is that possible? How did she grasp my fears like that?”

Y/N

I-

Matthew, I wanted to love you. I wanted to stay by your side and build this beautiful connection I thought we shared. But you painted me as the bad guy. You made me into this menace that only used you for sex. You saw me as someone taking advantage of you and that irked me. I got so disgusted by you, that’s why I left. It felt unfair – you took my beautiful love and turned it into something so ugly. What does that say about you?

BM wiped away his tears, pulling his black beanie further down. Shame was flooding his whole body now. He asked for honesty, and he got it, all of this was true. What kind of person was he? Why the fuck did he always assume the worst? Why was he always sabotaging love? Deep down he knew why but he never had the courage to share his dark fears with others. Would it have been different if he had shared it with you? He started typing his reply to you, being totally honest and transparent for a change.

Y/N, you are right. About everything. I am so sorry. I am so sorry that I hurt you like that. I don’t know why I can’t stop doing that. I guess I’m just fucked up. I made horrible experiences in the past and got hurt, badly. I know I shouldn’t compare you to the girls I dated back then, honestly, I couldn’t even if I wanted to as they wouldn’t stand a chance. But the hurt they ingrained in me still lingers and that’s why I did that. I was afraid that you would break my heart. I was afraid that you would turn out like they did. I was afraid that this was too good to be true. And by fearing all that I created a monster. Out of myself and out of you. I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. Deep down I know how wonderful you are – that’s the reason I fell in love with you. My fear made me see things that were not there and by doing that I pushed you away. I get that now. I guess you're right – I did abandon you first, even if it was only in my mind. But somehow you caught on to that and now you’re-

BM’s breath got stuck in his lungs as he noticed your picture disappearing. He didn’t have the chance to finish his side of the story as you finished it for him. “Gone”, was the last word he muttered before he deleted his whole paragraph and put away his phone. He stared out of the window again, lost in thought, wondering if he could ever change.

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[artcalledtattoo]

I’ve never been ... when it comes to Passion Ask a Lady friend I would say A partner sort of speak in present A love needed in a place Regardless in present mis guidance Stomping out a try for two thousand and almost 23 years a blame applaud to a name Cover thy heads 100 years plus suffrage Minus missed years And now Don’t own bodies He washed the feet of defiled you Why the cause for making ends meet We need to be like them And get the money’s A sticker said He paid for Sins And Kings living I see That’s been a way for 2022 years And no still comeback He never stood still, he walked in missed years most likely further than Roman Empire and like home the other Asian learned how to corral and control in early kingdom states walked first He went back home with messages Crucifix end to tales Thinks every where just like at home Stop being instilled To all and everyone Corporate appall like in Paul Cover your heads now Like you made them It sits in the Bible Us to be better Will bring a second comeback If He is in foot prints, then you must be walking Just like Shadowing mankind for better Seems real to me It’s for the all universe of US Everyone planet Earth Or home Quit standing still waiting Make a walk for a return The whole world of God Not your residential city Small spheres Dots I’m a different • I see life All around me It’s everyday in my awakened occurrence In this experience and passions for as I learn more all things in my present Thank you, my God for my feelings with things perhaps I’m brain inefficient and I just don’t know yet I awake from each day after dreaming thanking for the continued experienced as I keep walking even when I hate it at times Doing my best for an awakening return It would be the Badge Certificate Grade of all people prize, for all mankind The trophy to live hop and bounce around the whole Universe We have all seen if we’ve had travels around the Globe from our home state of affairs, drop of water to an ocean of worldly concerns or at least for a hope return Wait, it all has to come to a nothing, leaders in charge and at their worst To save us What show banks statements Have you bought into but into the investment of present affairs This human chaos Is not Science It’s as walk each day US and the whole watching everything now of World Like a Constitution Religion needs revamped Everything done from here down in my posts are my passions those other blogs too I have to scroll down to 2 tiger to bottom Arts of war in minded present walking Am I sound of mind w/ American Pharmaceutical American TV American Churches American Conglomerate American Politics American Virus’s American Parental’s American Residential American Homeless I’m an American Veteran, bullyied in southern belts and belts of southwest that’s still in wear western style it’s all so saucy like condiments & kinds, I joined military and found all the same likes, ventured in ono and one and found the same there, my life is just made more of the same continues I’ve never been standing still when it comes to passions Science - walking is body beneficial How else to make impressions by your own feet? LIFE A must in experience if not then stay still. No one can make you A whole wide God made Planet we named Earth ourselves and it’s unsafe to move amongst all humans Most likely not as any Universal Power God Would have wanted We humans humanize ourselves in all things and we did then too For further higher human control power It’s all in history books Take a walk and start thinking Like hearing a tornado siren for practice After the other community tornado They just learned Sounding off The horns Listen too: Carmina Burana, by Carl Orff, the ending bit for background music while reading!

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[avatar-anna]

hey i love your writing sm and i was wondering if you could write about harry celebrating the readers birthday with them since it’s my birthday today🫶 tysm🫶🫶

sure! happy (belated) birthday!!🎉🎉

sorry, i went to a concert last night, hope you enjoy!

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“I wish you were here.”

“I know, petal. I wish I was there too. You have no idea how much I want to be with you to celebrate your day.”

Harry was recording in London, so he couldn’t be with you on your birthday. When he told you a couple weeks ago, you put on a brave face and told him it was fine and that you understood, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little disappointed.

You and Harry hadn’t been dating for very long, but from the moment you met, you just clicked. It didn’t matter that he was a little more than a little older than you, you just seemed to understand each other in a way that no one else did. You respected each other’s space, but we're practically inseparable whenever you were together; you loved listening to him talk about his music and all the places he’s been, and he listened to you talk about your less than extravagant lifestyle as a part time nanny and full time student, which was coincidentally how you met Harry.

You were nannying for one of his friends at a party, and while you’d heard of him and thought he was handsome, you didn’t think you had a chance, not that you were really thinking about that as you changed diapers and kept the baby you were watching from spilling his food all over himself and you. As you spotted him from time to time at the party, though, you couldn’t help but think about how different you were. You technically weren’t that far apart in age, but Harry just seemed so...experienced, mature. He was certainly unlike any of the boys at your university, and that was the main difference. They were boys, Harry was a man.

And while you were off thinking about all the reasons why someone as worldly as Harry wouldn’t be interested in you, he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off you almost the entire night. He liked that you seemed to have a gentleness about you, and obviously your beauty stopped him dead in his tracks the first time he saw you. But you also had a young face, so he kept his thoughts simply objective and focused elsewhere. When it happened to come up that you were twenty-three, his ears perked up immediately, though he wasn’t sure how he felt about that either. That whole innocent little girl and father figure man dynamic never really sat right with Harry, but there was just something about you that he couldn’t shake. He just had to know you.

So just before he left the party, he introduced himself. If I don’t see her again, it’s not meant to be, he thought. But I have to at least say hello.

As fate would have it, he did see you again, and made sure you knew he was interested.

It was strange. On paper, you shouldn’t have worked. You were extroverted and outgoing and made friends with bartenders whenever you went out with your friends. Harry was quiet and a little on the shy side, speaking softly and not very much unless it was to someone he knew very well. That all changed when he performed, of course, but offstage, he was more reserved than you expected.

And it wasn’t that you made Harry feel younger than he was, or vice versa, it was more that you balanced each other out. He taught you how to enjoy a relaxing night in and how to just be alone with your thoughts, and you showed him a good time outside of the fancy LA scene he’d become accustomed to. Some people didn’t really get how you two worked, but it wasn’t for them to get. You just worked, and that was all you cared about.

You wished Harry could be with you on your birthday. You tried to tell yourself that twenty-four wasn’t a milestone and therefore him not being with you wasn’t as big of a deal, but that only helped so much. It wasn’t just that it was your birthday, it was that you hadn’t seen him a month, either. It was the longest the two of you had been apart since you started dating, and you hated it. You’d grown attached to Harry very quickly, and his absence only made you that much more aware of that fact.

“Tell me about your plans for today,” Harry said. He looked so cozy in his Pleasing hoodie, and the fact that you couldn’t kiss and cuddle him or sneak your hands under to hug the warm skin of his torso only made you deflate even more.

Still, you mustered a smile and answered him. “Amy’s taking me out for lunch later, and I’m going with the Freemans to some party later today. Why they wanted to bring their one year old daughter to a party in the Hollywood Hills, I’ll never know, but we’ll have fun.”

“Aw, baby, I’m sorry you have to work on your birthday,” Harry said.

You shrugged. “It’s fine. It also means I’m getting paid on my birthday, so that’s a plus.”

“Well, since your real gift is still coming in the mail, get yourself to something nice. My treat.”

“Oh, H, you don’t have to do that—”

“I want to, Y/n. I feel bad for missing your birthday, so please, go crazy. But not too crazy,” he added as an afterthought.

Sometimes you didn’t know how to feel about Harry spending so much money on you. You’d had a couple conversations in the past where he said he felt like it was almost necessary. “It was kind of just expected, I guess,” he said when you asked who made him think he had to spoil you.

“They took advantage of you and your kind heart, bub,” you said. “You don’t have to buy my affection or ensure that I’ll stick around by getting me expensive things. I like you. Not your bank account.”

That made a small smile on your face, and you were happy to be the one to show him how much you appreciated him as a person with feelings rather than someone who just bought gifts. Harry was so special, you hated to think someone had taken advantage of that.

He still liked to spoil you, though, even if you did insist that you didn’t need to be. Harry kept you on your toes, though. Sometimes he would schedule you a massage or a facial, other times he would fly you somewhere for a quick trip, and one time he even rented out a movie theater for just the two of you. It was a lot sometimes, but each gesture was a sign to show that he cared.

“Okay, if you insist,” you said finally.

“I do. I really, really do.”

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A couple hours later and you were back at your place and getting ready for work. How you became a nanny for one of the richer families in LA, you had no idea, but they paid well, and their kids weren’t as terrible as you thought they would be.

It wasn’t often that you were asked to babysit at the dinner or party the parents were going to, but it did happen on occasion. Because of that you had to keep a couple nice dresses handy; you didn’t get dressed up often, but depending on where you were, the parents liked you to blend in a little.

Tonight was one of those nights where you would have to dress up, but you didn’t mind. You liked getting a little dolled up on occasion, and it helped that you actually liked your job. Did you wish you could be doing something else? Maybe, but the person you wanted to be doing them with was ln’t here, so you were fine.

Leaving at a reasonable time to be at the fancy restaurant you were told to be at on time, you weaved in and out of traffic until you were finally there. When you got there, the restaurant wasn’t rented out like you thought it was going to be for a party, but perhaps there was a back room you didn’t know about.

“Hi, I’m Y/n L/n, I’m here for the—”

“Perfect! Right this way, please.”

“O—kay,” you said, or tried to say, but the hostess was already moving.

You followed her to the back of the restaurant, but there was no back room for a party, just more tables. And when the hostess stepped to the side to show you a table, everything made sense.

“You’re here!” you gasped, not caring about the volume as you ran over to Harry.

He was quick to stand up, ready to receive you into his arms and pick you up. You didn’t kiss, just held each other while you both secretly inhaled deeply to remind yourselves what you smelled like.

“Of course I’m here, baby. Couldn’t keep me away if you tried.”

Tears spilled from your eyes then. You convinced yourself that Harry wasn’t going to be there, that you’d be spending your birthday, for all intents and purposes, alone. Seeing him and feeling his arms wrap tightly around you was overwhelming, to say the least.

“Why are you crying?”

“Why are you crying?”

Harry chuckled and rubbed his eye. “I’m a sympathetic crier, you know that. And I missed you. Am I not allowed to be overcome by emotions when I see you for the first time in ages?”

That had you hugging him tightly again. Harry had set you down, but you squeezed him for all he was worth, kissing the exposed skin of his chest where his button-up was open.

Once you’d hugged and kissed for a few minutes, not really caring that there were other people having dinner, you both sat down across from each other. You sat and talked and laughed, shared bites of food and held hands across the table.

“Are you my gift then?” you asked as you walked out of the restaurant. “I get to unwrap you later?”

Harry kissed your temple repeatedly, pinching your side to make you squeak with surprise. “Obviously, petal. I’ve been waiting for it all night.”

This day wasn’t supposed to be anything special, and yet it turned out to be one of the best.

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[boba-tea-addict-1004]

🔥 Cryptid Rengoku offers you safety 🔥

Pairing: Cryptid Rengoku x Nonbinary Y/n

Word count: 1,665

A/N: i wanted to post this on Halloween but got caught up with some stuff, so enjoy some post Halloween content :)

⚠TW: Transphobia and Physical abuse ⚠

Inspired by:

You worked as a paranormal investigator for about a year now. you always been fascinated with mythology, the paranormal and other worldly things... this of course did not go unnoticed by your parents (along with signs of your not so cis normative identity). they always said that they did what they did out of protection... however now on your own you weren't so sure you were the one they were protecting. push came to shove, and you haven't spoken since you moved out.

you think they liked it better this way anyway.

the town you moved in had a strange atmosphere to it, you couldn't quite place what it was...

once you got settled in you started researching, not only for your job but also out of pure enjoyment. the place you rented was small and cozy however the rent was... something. still you didn't have much time to dwell on it, you figured if you could just get through these next few months with at least a few assignments you'd be okay.

shouldnt be hard..

since you moved into a city with possibly the most missing people..

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'The Aniciti Oni: A mysterious beast going as far back as the taisho era and even a bit further than that. rumored he has the power to create and control fire with ease. ancient art show's he was worshiped and praised... for what purpose is unknown. little is known and everything is still just speculation. was said to be sighted in forest near resident area's' as you continued to read you sighed ignoring whatever calls you got from your parents. they have been calling for a few days now, it was really starting to worry you. you didn't tell them where you were going when you left and yet from the voicemails they left, somehow.. they knew. unsettling to say the least.

you sigh "give me a break" you mutter to yourself rejecting another call from them. you looked at the page and figured that'd be a good place to start looking... the forest wasn't that far from your general area so it would be much of a problem. just hoped you'd be able to do what you needed to do first.

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you had you headphones in your ear listening to your music looking around the outskirts of the woods first, seeing if there were any signs of life besides the usual birds and wolfs. you looked close at the ground at a few footprints, so far nothing seemed out of the ordinary and things were going pretty smoothly. you were about to stand when suddenly you were yanked up by someone causing your headphones to fall out of position. you were turned around and forced to face the people you tried so hard to run from. how they found you, you weren't sure but if you had to guess it was most likely a friend told them. you listened as your father yelled in your face while you were trying to push him away. after a bit he dropped you onto the hard asphalt of the street close by.

"After everything we done for you! after raising you and taking care of you this is how you repay us! running off to some town without so much as a goodbye!" your mother was trying to hold him back from kicking you any further. at this point you were curled up from the pain and was just waiting for him to stop so you could finally get up, every time you did try to get up you were kicked back down. you were internally screaming and begging to stop but no words were coming out, you considered yourself a strong person... but not around them. they somehow always managed to seem bigger and more powerful than you. he grabbed you by your collar again and he hit you a few more times. after a bit he dropped you back on the street and it was then you took this opportunity to run into the woods. you didn't have your phone, dew to the drama you lost it so now you had no way to call for help. not like you really had anyone to call anyway... your mom then ran after you trying to 'reason with you' but you already knew what that meant. she'd try and find a way to convince you to come back. that wasn't going to work this time. you continued to run till you tripped on a tree root and hit your head on a rock. then.. lights out..

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when you woke up you felt your head was pounding and still bleeding slightly. "urg.." you groaned trying to get up. you noticed that the plaid shirt you were wearing was torn- no.. it was ripped in some areas and was now being used as a makeshift bandage for your head. lucky for you, you were wearing a tank top underneath, so you weren't half naked or anything like that. you got up and noticed that the jacket you were wearing (now covered in blood) was being used as a makeshift pillow. day had long since ended and from the looks of things you'd be knocked out for six hours at most. sun had already set and it was starting to get cold. you picked up your jacket and put it on trying not to think about the blood.. though you did wonder what was keeping you warn while you were asleep.. or.. what even saved you in the first place. "hello?" you call out but no response

"Hello!"

still nothing but dead silence

"I- I'm not from around here... and... i could really use some help getting back into town..." you weren't sure how deep you were in the woods or how long it'd take you to get back. everything looked the same at night. you looked around a bit more and after a bit you heard the sound of something rustling in the tree's. you look up swiftly and noticed a pair of big eyes, unsettling for sure but you weren't scared. you made eye contact with- whatever it was and in a calm tone said "hey.. don't be afraid.."

"I'm not afraid." he responded with an echo in his voice

you were a bit taken back, you weren't expecting an actual response but replied anyway "then come out" you walk a little closer

"then you'll be afraid."

you shake your head slightly then winced a bit from the pain "who- who are you?"

"careful... looks pretty bad..."

you nod slight then tilt your head slowly ".. who are you?" frankly you were somewhat afraid of the answer but stood firm

he didn't respond

"...are.. they coming back?"

he shook his head, you could somewhat make out his form a bit more as your eye adjusted "no, every time they got close i led them out. they gave up after a while... i'm sorry about that by the way"

"you.. saw?"

he nodded "i watched.. I'm sorry i couldn't step in sooner.. was afraid you'd run away"

you sighed "why would i do that?"

"..."

you look up at the moon and then back at him "..can i at least get your name?"

"..Kyojuro. Kyojuro Rengoku.."

you smile slightly "Y/n. Y/n L/n"

"What were you even doing out here?" he moved a little closer but remained hidden enough.

"i could ask you the same thing.. but i'm not gonna since i owe you one"

he shook his head "you dont own me anything Y/n.."

you look up at the moon, the light was perfectly on you, and you looked down and saw how many bruises and cuts were on you. you then walked closer to where the figure was and reached your hand out. he shook his head again then stepped back a bit more... you both continued to make eye contact then after a few seconds he took it. one thing you were not expecting to feel was.. claws... one thing you also now just noticed was how much taller he was than you. around seven feet at least. you led him into the light, and you nearly froze but kept your composer as best as you could. his eyes were red and almost looked like staring into a void, you noticed his ears and tail.. you weren't dealing with a human in the slightest. whatever he was... you were making direct contact with and felt your blood run colder. still you did your best to stay calm and composed. you remembered that page you read about in one of your books, a legendary creature that was rumored to be lurking around. could he be what you were looking for?.. he was a lot bigger that you expected. you noticed you were still holding his hand and rubbed your thumb against his soft fur and you let out a soft exhale "fluffy." you note. he chuckled slightly smiling "i'm guessing i'm not what you were expecting"

"Well yeah i was somewhat expecting someone more.. my height" you chuckle. from his fur you were able to make the assumption he was beside you as you slept and only left when you were starting to to wake up. for some reason that brought you comfort in knowing..

"it's not safe to go wondering alone at night.. especially if they might still be lurking. you may stay here for a while.."

"Oh no i couldn't do that, i don't want to impose" you shook your head still trying to get used to who you were talking to

"i insist.. it's why i was created after all.."

you rose a brow "created..?"

"i can elaborate more on that some other time, right now.. you need rest... and food"

now that he mentioned it you noticed you were hungry "i'd really appreciate that" you smile

and so was formed your first friendship in your new town

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[dominimoonbeam]

Totally Normal Meet Cute Script - Part 2

warnings: it's not a normal meet cute script at all... it's a slasher. you're in a slasher. Happy Halloween!

Performed by Jouska over on his youtube and his patreon!

Part 2 - Slasher 101

[muffled hallway sounds]

Good morning, glasses.

[walking the halls together, background sounds, rain outside or muffled voices.]

Aw, you always look so grumpy in the morning… Here’s your coffee.

What do you do on days when your first class isn’t with me?

I know I don’t have to bring you coffee every time… But I’m picking up mine on the way so, why wouldn’t I grab yours? I’ve filled like two punch cards this month because of us.

Really, it’s selfish on my part. I need that brain of yours sharp, study buddy.

You—Wait, really? [smiling] You got me a muffin?

[bag crinkle] Cranberry orange? [pretends to choke up] Glasses, you sentimental softy! You do like me!

No, no, you can’t have it back. It’s mine and I will cherish every crumb.

[pause]

[smiling] Ouch. Drink your coffee. You always like me more after your first coffee.

What?

[serious] I can’t believe they still haven’t figured out what happened to that girl… Or arrested someone. Yeah, a guy in my building disappeared last week. No, it’s probably a prank. Everyone is so freaked out and they still haven’t found that couple from last month. If they ran off, someone should have heard from them by now, right?

I heard a theory that maybe the couple had something to do with Casey’s murder and made a run for it. I don’t know. It sounds like a stretch, doesn’t it? Why would they run when it doesn’t seem like the cops have made any connections. They hadn’t even found her body when the couple disappeared.

[stop walking]

Hm? A note on the door?

If class was canceled why not send a text? I could have slept in or we could have gone to breakfast. Oh… glasses, we can still go to breakfast. There’s a diner not far from— Why are you opening the door? The note says we’re free!

[laughing] Checking for assignments? If we have any assignments I’m sure we’ll get an email or…

[door opening, walking in]

Okay, yeah, the note on the door is pretty old school so why not—

Oh fuck! [dropping coffee and grabbing listener]

Don’t look. No, trust me.

It’s… It’s bad. Just… We’re backing out of the room. Okay, glasses? I’ve got you, just, walk with me.

[door closing, hall sounds] Okay. Okay, you can open your eyes. I’m sorry I grabbed you like that but… I didn’t want you to see that. It was…bad. Fuck. We… We have to get someone.

It was… Oh, god, I think it was that couple… They were propped up in the seats at the back of the room. Shit. Shit. Shit. Who the fuck would…

What? No, I’m not going to leave you here to guard the door. Someone… [whispers] Glasses, someone killed them and put them there. They weren’t…fresh.

I’ll stay here and make sure no one else goes in. You go find someone, okay?

Wait!

No. No, don’t.

I know it was my idea! But it was a bad one.

Because someone did that and they might not be far and… people disappear, remember? Casey was between classes and the couple was walking to the cafeteria when they vanished. I’m not going to send you off by yourself.

No, I’m calling the police. You can call the office and tell someone there.

What? Oh, your hand. Sorry, yeah, there you go, just don’t run off. I will chase you, glasses, and we both know you can’t outrun me.

Of course, joking would be inappropriate right now. Luckily, I’m not joking. I would sooner tackle you than let you out of my sight right now.

Thank you.

It’s ringing…

[on the phone] Hi. I… I think we found some bodies… Yeah, like the dead kind.

[sound fade]

-

[dorm room, maybe rain patter outside or low music]

[sounds of someone writing or typing]

[knocking]

[stops writing]

[knocking]

[glasses hesitates to answer]

[whisper yelling through the door] Glasses! Open up! [knocking]

[unlocks and opens door]

Oh, thank god. Let me in?

[smiling] Really? Why? Because I ran through the rain with all my worldly possessions to your doorstep. Have mercy!

Please, glasses. My whole dorm building got closed down. It’s a crime scene, I guess. They kicked everyone out.

I was going to crash at this other friends, but he’s already got three guys from my building sleeping there and I don’t want to be in that dogpile.

Please? Pleasepleaseplease?

I know you don’t have a roommate. I won’t get in your way. I’ll camp out on the floor. I’m great at camping. My dad used to take me on these weeklong trips in the woods.

[door opening wide]

Yay! Thank you! I promise, you won’t even notice I’m here.

[door closing and locking]

You are my savior! I owe you!

So, this is your room… Nice. This is bigger than I thought. Look at all this floor space, glasses. And you have a fluffy rug. It’s like it was meant to be.

Huh? Oh, the crime scene… Yeah they… they found the missing guy from my building. After what we found in the classroom the other day, I guess the cops were doing a more thorough search of the whole campus with… [winces] cadaver dogs. They found him in one of the basement storage rooms…

I don’t know. I didn’t see it and they weren’t telling us more than that when they kicked us out of the building. I think they want to search all our rooms, like they think it was a student that did it.

I got out of there with my shit before they could start doing bag checks on the way out.

Because I was hoping to find a place to crash before everyone else I know. Somehow those guys were still ahead of me…

Well, no, you weren’t my first choice.

[laughs] Don’t take offense! As much as you think that irritating you is my favorite hobby, it’s not. I’m trying to make you like me and hanging my wet hoodie on your door and snoring on your floor isn’t exactly the smartest move. …Although, getting to show you how I look shirtless and how cute I am when I wake up could be exactly what we need.

Maybe this was for the best.

No, not the murders, I’m not a monster. I meant my other friend’s floor space being filled.

By the way, cute pajamas. If I’d known we were having a slumber party, I would have at least worn something matching… I was in bed when they started kicking us out.

I think a bunch of them are bunking in the library.

[laughs] That does not sound like fun! It sounds drafty and creepy.

I would much rather sleep on your floor. Speaking of… do you have an extra blanket?

Perfect, thanks. [gasps] And a pillow? You really know how to treat a guy…

You even have a mini fridge and a microwave in here! Oh, we’re set. [pause] Is…Glasses, is that a nightlight?

Don’t hide it! It’s too late. I already saw it. And it was shaped like the moon!

No, it’s adorable! Leave the nightlight in.

Wait, you’re still studying? Shit, I thought for sure I’d be waking you up. No wonder you’re always such a grump in the morning. What time is your first class tomorrow? You know, assuming they don’t cancel those too.

My first class isn’t until ten, but I get up around seven to go for a run. Do you want to come with?

[laughs] I’ll take that look as a tentative maybe…

[settling in] This actually isn’t bad…

[glasses getting into bed. Light flicking off]

It’s a cute nightlight.

Don’t worry, glasses. I’m sure it’ll just be for one night. [yawns] But, you know, now that I know where you are and that you have your own microwave that doesn’t smell like someone’s overcooked tuna, I’ll probably be over more often.

[pause. falling asleep]

Hm? [serious. quiet] I didn’t really know him. I think he lived on the first floor but I’m not sure we ever met. …Do you think it’s really a serial killer like everyone is saying? I don’t think they’ve been able to find any connection between the victims. It’s like it’s just random.

No, you’re right. Somehow that’s scarier.

I don’t know. Some of my classes have already switched to online this week. I guess they could close the campus and send us home… Where’s home for you, glasses?

That’s far away.

Um… My dad had a place upstate.

No, I wouldn’t go home if they closed the campus.

I don’t know. Maybe I’ll crash with some friends in the city and wait it out? I mean, if there’s no one left on campus then our serial killer will have to branch out too, right?

What about you? Would you go home?

You could stick with me… Worst case scenario, we take that road trip we talked about.

[smiles] Okay, that road trip I talked about.

Really? You’ll consider it? Oh, glasses, you’re really into me now. [joking] It’s kind of embarrassing… You were so tough and mean when we started talking.

[laughs quietly] Okay, okay, I’m shutting up.

Good night, softy.

[stretch of muffled storm sounds]

[waking up. groggy] Glasses?

Did you turn out your nightlight?

[lamp switch flicking]

The power?

[muffled distant screams]

Yeah, I heard it.

[thump on the door]

[getting on the bed with listener]

[whispers] Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here.

No, hang on. It’s probably a prank. Those are the same screams you hear in the gymnasium when the lights go out. Some of the assholes from my building probably messed with the power in yours to scare people.

No, we’re not checking. We’re going to sit right here and just give it a minute.

Because even if it’s some guys being jerks, there is an actual killer out there somewhere and you are not going out there in the dark. It’s like, Slasher 101, glasses.

Shh, I know it’s dark.

No, don’t turn the light on on your phone.

Because… [sighs, still whispering] Because if there is someone creeping around in the hall, they might see it shine under the door.

Yeah, you can hang onto me. It’s going to be okay. We’ll just—

See, the light’s back on.

[laughter muffled through the halls]

[muffled voices in the hall outside] You guys are assholes! Go to sleep! That’s not funny!

[exhales a nervous laugh] See? Told you.

Yeah, I’ll admit, I’ve been with the assholes playing pranks enough times to see one coming…

Hey… Were you crying?

Oh, shit, glasses. No, it’s okay. Here, let me clean you up. You’re okay.

Yeah, just take a few deep breaths. I’ve got you.

Of course, I’m staying. I’ll be right there on the floor.

Stay… You mean on the bed?

Yeah. Sure. Here, lay down. [smiling, trying to lighten the mood] Do you want to be little spoon or big spoon?

[settling in together] Okay?

Yeah, of course I’m good. The only place better than your floor is your bed.

Get some sleep. I’m right here.

#jouska #audio script #meet cute #slasher 101 #halloween #<3 #dominimoonbeam #clover down

[donnerpartyofone]

Sometimes life takes on the thematic consistency of a movie, and this is always thrilling even if you know intellectually that all of your impulses and machinations have to come from the same subconscious place.

At the beginning of the week I saw an interesting horoscope prompt to write an obituary for your past self and bury it in the ground. I decided to do this, perhaps because I have been burning for change for several years now on a level that has been making me much more insane than I already am. I thought it would feel forced and pretentious to write the obit, but it was really easy, particularly easy to see what the "past self" consists of when I notice all the things I do now that I couldn't before. It was a good feeling, that it was so obvious to me what to write. I buried it where we spread our lizard's ashes, a place where there is a view of the Statue of Liberty. Sometimes I hang around there and analyze what "liberty" means to me in a culture where we often take it for granted as a foundational principle, even though this isn't very true in practice.

It happened to be the summer solstice. On midsummer's eve I had been strangely full of energy. Someone posted a section of coptic midnight praise music, so I got out of bed and listened to that on repeat for about an hour before getting two or three hours of sleep. I woke up around dawn feeling refreshed and experienced no fatigue for the rest of the day. Then I did the writing, and the burial. Oddly (or not), I would spend the next two days finally-finalizing my married name change on every outstanding account. Becoming a different person.

In the night I'd found myself looking at pictures of snakes, my favorite animal since childhood. In the morning I vaguely remembered something having to do with snakes and midsummer; in fact there is a Lithuanian grass snake entity that is supposed to protect the home and bring good fortune, and it is connected with a sun goddess who is naturally celebrated on the solstice. I even remembered that I had some Zaltys-themed perfume in my collection, so I dug that out and enjoyed it, a sunny and snakey smell. My seemingly random snake meditation was well-timed, not only calendrically but because my husband and I have been desperately searching for a new home. We got one the next day.

In less than 24 hours, we viewed an apartment in our (really MY let's be honest) favorite neighborhood, applied to lease it, and were accepted. Of course nothing with me is ever as cut and dried as that, and in reality it took several hours to get my application materials together and do banking bullshit and just stop fucking everything up. I started a post yesterday detailing all this, but now I'm too exhausted to fix it up and post it. Suffice it to say that almost every adult activity is almost Too Hard for me, I wish I understood the world better and I really do try but it's beyond my intellectual functioning, but every time I have to take care of some administrative nonsense I'm like a goldfish passing the same plastic castle like it's brand new. Sometimes it feels like everything I do is the hardest thing I've ever done, and my only source of pride is the willingness to keep doing it.

The apartment is only slightly too expensive, which we will trade for slightly more space in a much nicer neighborhood. We've been sitting on each other's heads in a hilariously small place surrounded by toxic waste (literally) for ten years, and in the last few years it began to feel like something that was holding us back, as people, in life. Like I needed so many things to change about my health, my job situation, my daily routines, my worldly possessions, and it just didn't feel possible for anything to shift in this little place that seemed to be shrinking every day. I became convinced that moving house would trigger all of the other changes, no matter how unrelated they might appear, and I still think this may prove true.

It may not be surprising that I started going to church during this time of constriction, when I could only expand my mind. I find it easy to love the intense fetishism of Catholicism, and its enormous pantheon of different guys with different attributes. It's got more guys than GI Joe, all with cool little backstories. Somewhere I read that you can bother St. Joseph for domestic needs. He is a guy who we know very little about, which is curious because the holy family is such a big deal; it seems that he died sometime before Jesus turned water into wine, but no one knows how. There is an incredible statue of him in Star of the Sea that is epically sad and exhausted-looking, I need to get a picture of him. I actually said a novena to Joseph for the new apartment...so now I guess I'm on the hook! Good thing I confused things by also asking my favor of the Lithuanian snake entity, so I don't have to just become a fanatical Catholic. I'll have to make a little joint altar in the new place for Joseph and the serpent.

While I was changing my name on the last bank account down in the financial district, my husband texted me to say we got the apartment. It was about an hour after we submitted our application. When I stepped outside, I realized I was around the corner from St. Paul's Chapel on Broadway, an ancient-feeling place surrounded by modern steel and concrete and glass. The cemetery that wraps around the building has a view of the Oculus, which presents an extremely strange view that I couldn't get a representative photo of, so all these exteriors are stolen and you'll have to try to imagine what I mean. I did go in, though. The atmosphere is very powerful, a center of oldness and spirit and allegorical thought in the center of this futuristic business orgy. I think that I'd like to be wealthy because of course that's what everyone wants, but also because it would increase my ability to be helpful and contribute to changes I want to see around me. I thought about this while I put some money in the offering slot and lit a candle.

In esoteric thought there is something called an egregore, which is sort of like a large-scale tulpa, an entity that arises from people's collective mental and emotional investment in it; Wall Street has an egregore, and the NFL, and Broadway, and Disney, and so on. St. Paul's Chapel does a great job of announcing itself as the seat of the egregore of New York City. I regret that I couldn't get a picture of this painting without the glare in the middle, although that does add a certain amount of drama. But anyway here we are, back to the concept of Liberty. Here's hoping the new apartment brings lots and lots of growth and change.

[excessive-vampires]

Dealing With Demons Chapter 6: Sad as Hell Part 2: Cee

Masterlist with CW

Taglist: @demyxdancer @softvampirewhump @d-cs

This playlist is really good. And by that I mean sad as hell.

Avi put down their book for a second. "We could listen to something else."

No, sometimes you need to feel sad.

"That's the least in-character thing I've ever heard you say."

If you don't feel down sometimes you get numb to the highs. And it's better to be sad about music than about something that actually happened.

"Hmm." They didn't pick the book back up and for a moment we just listened to the song. "This makes me glad I'm not alone right now."

Me too.

"You're still worried about Cliff, aren't you?"

What if he comes after us?

"I doubt he has the means to. And if he does then I'll kill him. I am very powerful and scary."

I wished they'd take this more seriously. Yes. Yes you are. But between him and the Bureau... we might need to... take a vacation somewhere far away.

"Once a runner always a runner, huh?"

That's a low blow.

"Only if it's true. Look, if I'm wrong and we get into some sort of trouble I'll make it up to you. But I don't think I'm wrong."

Okay. I trust you to know your own strength.

"Good. Glad that's settled."

They picked the book back up, but I didn't pay any attention to it, instead focussing on the sad, forsaken voices coming from their phone's speakers.

Then we heard something that chilled me to the bone. It was my phone's ringtone. Avi stopped the music, walked over to the bedroom, and unlocked the drawer in the nightstand. There hadn't been much I'd had the desire or the right to take with me when I left besides some of my clothes, so my collection of personal worldly possessions was pathetically small. But there was a little box of sentimental trinkets in the drawer, as well as a framed picture. And beside that there was a phone that Avi kept charged at my request. They took it out of the drawer and we looked at the message.

When I gave my sister my new phone number before I left I knew it was probably a bad idea. But I also knew I could trust her not to tell anyone, and what if there was some huge emergency involving me that she needed to let me know about? She hadn't tried to contact me once in five years. That was something I had mixed feelings about. I stared at the words on the screen.

"Aunt Bev is sick again. If you care."

"Hey, are you—"

Block me out.

"Cee—"

Block me out, Avi. Wake me up in the morning.

"Okay."

And then the world went away. It was like being half-asleep unless I focussed, and I didn't want to focus. I just let myself drift.

My mind floated back to the scene immortalized in the picture frame next to where my phone had been. My young smiling face, Bev's tattooed arm around my shoulders, a plate of christmas cookies stolen from the kitchen in the background.

I knew that Avi would take me to go see her and let me say goodbye if I asked. I wasn't going to ask. I couldn't. I made my choice a long time ago and burned every single bridge I had in the process.

But out of everyone, Bev was the only one I'd almost said goodbye to in person when I left. I knew I'd outlive her, hell I'd outlive everyone now barring outside intervention, I didn't age while possessed. I thought I was ready. I thought I'd already let everything from that life go.

I was wrong.

#dwd #Cee Pov

[miniar]

To mourn the memory of innocence.

Most if not all of us can remember something from our youth, something that meant a lot to us, something that coloured our world in a positive sense, that we later learned wasn't all that great, and I've been thinking of that recently in connection with the ongoing conversation about a certain wealthy author and her crusade against the human rights of a small marginalized part of society.

The innocence of youth is a frequent guest star of these conversations and while ignorance is often the more accurate word, innocence isn't exactly wrong, it's just, the children aren't the ones who are innocent in that context. I mean, children are innocent, but the "innocence of youth", to me, is more about how in our ignorance, in our naivete and lack of worldly experience, lack of knowledge, we tend to assume that all the things we enjoy are innocent.

There are two ways this hits.

One is that we don't see the damage done by prejudiced tropes baked into our media because we just don't have the knowledge or perspective, the other is that we want to believe that the authors, singers, actors, creators of all kinds that have brought us such joy, relief, etc, are generally good people.

And then we grow up.

We grow up and start to unpack lessons we internalized from that which we truly and honestly enjoyed, and start to see the damage.

We grow up and start to learn how even the most beautiful art can be created by someone capable of selfish cruelty.

And it hurts.

It sours the memory of things that meant so much to us, that helped make us who we are today. Things that are still a part of who we are.

Songs we sang along with feel bitter in our mouths when we listen properly to the words, knowing what we now know about the people who made the music, the background sound of our youth.

The tv-show laugh track feels cold, mocking, cruel, in the background of the photo of our smiling faces.

The book's spine feels heavy and crooked and wrong on our shelves, not because of how we used to read it under the covers when we should be asleep, but because we now know where the money the author made from it is going.

And It Hurts.

We find ourselves mourning our own ignorance, sure, but more than anything, each of us has been betrayed and we may even feel as though we've been taken advantage of, tricked into becoming complicit with those that have and still do harm.

Every time we sang their praises to a friend before we knew, before we could understand, feels like a sin.

And It Hurts.

I get why it'd be easier to pretend that the harm never happened. To close your eyes and choose to remain ignorant, but that doesn't solve anything. It doesn't heal us. It doesn't help us. And it doesn't stop the harm.

It makes sense that some of us aren't ready to mourn, aren't ready to face the reality of the situation, but that will not change it.

Maybe, one day, a person will grow up and learn that people are flawed and some people are really very not good at all, without looking back at their youth to find the ghastly presence of bigots and abusers dotted throughout the background of memories, and have to work through and reconcile the harm fed to them and fed by them to find their peace with their own past, but that person is probably not born yet.

The world hasn't become what it needs to be for that to happen... yet.

The only way we can get there is to demand better of our entertainers than bigots and abusers. And that starts with refusing to keep promoting and funding bigots and abusers.

It hurts to mourn the memory of presume innocence of that which gave you joy. It hurts to grow sometimes.

But we have to let go of that which does harm or the harm will only continue. Choosing to hold on to these things out of desperate nostalgia makes it worse.

#This is about many people

[terrence-silver]

We know that Terry canonically is a classically trained pianist, but what kind of music does he listen to? Is he on the cutting edge of sound? Does he prefer music that has aged, like wine?

---

Didn't Thomas Ian Griffith himself say somewhere that to Terry, music and collecting beautiful things are an outlet for his emotions? A sort of way he copes with, I suppose, the uncopeable? At times, it is better to punch the keynotes than it is to punch a body made out of flesh and blood, after all. I tend to imagine classical music as a sort of bandaid for him, if you will. A mask and a second skin. An ability he took and went Veni, Vidi, Vici with, because he is a perfectionist with everything he touches and he doesn't stop with any pursuit until he reaches full mastery because his own will simply demands it. It is not that Terry Silver doesn't like classical music, per se. It is not that he prefers cutting edge sound to things that aged like fine wine ---- this was never a competition in the first place --- he can prefer one or the other, depending of who asked and depending of what he has to gain if he says yes or no accordingly, ever the chameleon in every situation. It is not that he doesn't like the old masters, and his piano, along with his stupendous skill on it. It is not to say Terry Silver doesn't enjoy traditional art of unimaginable value, antiques, vintage liquor and all the trappings that come with wealth. He is a materialist. Of course he likes all of these! Rich men covet classical music --- it is what they do; the same way they do branded, tailored suits, quality dining and fast cars. Supposedly. It is just that all of these things, are in equal measure, a thin cover for all the cracks he conceals under them, because if you apply enough sheen and shine to an otherwise damaged surface and push enough priceless, glossy furniture up against it, it might just distract from the fact that there's a nest of mites under there. Festering. Maybe a brood of cobras to follow. There's cockroaches, rats and worms. A whole lot of rot. There's darkness there.

It is not about what Terry Silver prefers.

It is what Terry uses to hide a barrage of other things.

And people might be frequently impressed with Mr. Silver's admirable and downright unbelievable ability on the piano (which matches his ability in martial arts to boot) and his knowledge of classical music as a whole, among other just as refined topics, ranging from his worldliness, cultured tendencies, his fashion sense, his mansions and any number of upper class signifiers of quality, and it is enough to never notice anything else that is strange about him, especially when so much about Terry is, leaving everyone interacting with him effectively enchanted and blinded by all the wonderful things he flaunts about himself and puts in the foreground to dazzle whoever is looking, and he likes that. He likes that a lot. He likes the things his musical skillset can get him as well as the music itself, because Terry likes being the best at everything. He needs to be the best at everything and be in control of the narrative through that --- even when said thing isn't of particular interest to him. Goes hand in hand. Full circle. Otherwise, I think Terry might actually be, dare I say, quite indifferent towards classical music outside of it serving as a tool? That he doesn't care for it as much as everyone presumes to think? He doesn't hate it. But the love he has for it is something he himself has overblown and something that was overblown in general, especially by those who don't know him and who he doesn't want to be known by outside of what beautiful, resplendent image he wishes to showcase. Terry Silver the master pianist! Terry Silver the art collector! Terry Silver the entrepreneur! Terry Silver the friendly Billionaire! The music he enjoys privately, on his own, when he has nothing to prove and nobody to draw in, none of his figurative mites to hide, is entirely different, most days, from what he flaunts and what he broadcasts and signals out into the world.

He might actually enjoy some good, old Bruce Springsteen for all we know.

#character analysis #terry silver #classical music #piano #cobra kai #kk3 #terry silver headcanon #terry silver headcanons #character headcanons

[mercurialmalcontent]

Game Review: Cozy Grove

I originally got interested in this game when I saw Ursula Vernon say it's like Animal Crossing, but with death instead of capitalism. And it is, sort of; you get an island to decorate, a variety of villagers, resources to gather, fun outfits to wear, and collectibles to... collect. However, it's less of a sandbox and more of a narrative game with sandbox elements; the island layout and villagers are always the same, and they all have their own distinct personalities and stories. Completing their stories helps you expand the island to find more ghosts, and eventually leave the island yourself.

You play a young Spirit Scout -- children who are trained as psychopomps to help ghosts shed their worldly ties and ascend -- who has ended up stranded on a very haunted island that is far, far above their training level. With the help of your sentient campfire, Flamey, you uncover more of the island and its ghostly residents.  They each have their own reasons for why they're still tied to the mortal world, and need your help -- some to be guided, and some simply to be listened to and accepted for who they are.

The game has a very charming hand-drawn style to it, and is very cute with its square ghost bears, but it is never twee and doesn't take its subject matter lightly. The ghosts all struggled with very real problems in their lives (such as PTSD, dementia, and hoarding) and they're all treated with the dignity they deserve. Although it can be very sad at times, the game isn't grim; it has a lot of gentle humor (and charming banjo music) that reminded me very much of the late and much-missed Glitch.

Gameplay-wise, you'll find yourself doing a lot of foraging, finding-the-hidden-object puzzles for the bears' quests, caring for spirit animals, and general puttering around. Being ghostly, much of the island's foliage and items are constantly shifting, but you can freely and safely decorate at the various campgrounds you can unlock. While tools do take up inventory space, many are contextual, so you'll find you need to do far less swapping around.

Cozy Grove isn’t meant to be binged or grinded out fast. Daily quests are limited, and resources will eventually stop spawning until the day rolls over. While their is some FOMO in the form of seasonal gatherables and a festival each season, it's much more generous about them than Animal Crossing; nothing is gated by the time of day the festivals give you ample currency to get at least some of the seasonal items, and recipes available to find all year around. And while it's not time travel friendly (you can travel forward, but travel backward WILL break your save), the bears don't mind how long it takes you to do their quests, and neither bears nor animals mind if you don't play for long periods of time. They're ghosts, after all; they have all the time in the world.

If you enjoy Animal Crossing-type games and are interested in one that is more friendly toward limited playtime, or perhaps one with more of a story and defined personalities for the NPCs, I highly recommend Cozy Grove.

#game review #cozy grove #i bought this game for two different platforms #and have 100+ hours on each #which should tell you something about how much enjoyment i got out of it

[fearcrowz]

What are some art tips you'd be willing to share?

Oooh boy I don't know if I'm the one to go to for art tips.. I guess it depends on what you would like to know? If it comes to tutorials or process stuff, I have a patreon for that. *nudgenudge*

Joking, joking, I haven't posted on that thing in awhile. If we are talking about the worldly world of art...

I know you've heard this a billion to trillion times, but practice. You don't always have to go out of your comfort zone to learn stuff, but it does help! If you have an interest, let's say scenes/backgrounds, draw them bunch. You don't have to have the most perfect lines or the perfect anatomy/perspectives, just have fun and take your time with it all. You'll learn the "correct routes" of art as you go. I am a stubborn artist that never wanted to look at anatomy books or learn perspective (I know basics and that's all I practiced on). Sometimes what I do may still look wonky but that's okay cuz I will just practice more on those things and one day it will look better! And if something frustrates me enough I do go find references. Never have too much pride in your work, seeking help for something is also part of the practice. If you're a person that does like researching that though and don't get bored like I do, absolutely go for it! But go at your own pace, don't ever rush. Take your time and enjoy your hobby, dreamed career, etc. Nurture it! Have fun! Uh uh... *motivational speech* uh... And even when it gets really hard somedays don't give up on it. Even if you wanna fling your computer or sketchbook out the window. We allll have those days but they pass. Never stop trying, even in an art block. Listen to music, play games, watch movies, you'll get your spark again and inspiration will always flow back.

Practice, observe, learn, and grow and a big thing, don't let likes or shares or all that social media gunk rule you. You're doing great and you will continue to do great at your own pace!

Thanks for coming to my 101 Ted talk of Fear doesn't know what the hell she is talking about, but totally tried! >vo) 9 ✨

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