#god made jay as an apology to mankind

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everybody’s dream guy 💙

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[rinbowaman]

GAWD I’ve talking about heelel and his brothers. You mentioned that the series is based off the Bible but also your creativity. I want to know how you pictured heelel being the snake and convincing Eve to eat the apple. PLEASE!

I also thought about this when I drafted the series this is how I pictured it going down…again, based of some Biblical facts but also adjusted in fictitious structure for the sake of the story…a little bit of angst (heele waiting for you).

“The Forbidden Fruit”

Warnings: Biblical adjustment, sin, going against Gods will, Timelapse, …think that’s it. Try not to fall in love with snake heelel. lol.

“He has done it…our former master created the first man.”

Heeseung stands oddly calm, but the sense of betrayal and anger riles up inside him as his young brother’s words enters his ear canal.

‘How could he do this? How could he…’

Cursing himself, Heeseung remains silent as he commits to his plan: destroy humanity. Prove to God that making them was the worst mistake.

Perhaps after seeing how terrible they will turn out to be, maybe then his former master will apologize and beg for his forgiveness.

“What was it again? The reason why he created them? It was to teach something…what was it though?”

The brothers ponder aloud when Heeseung’s voice punctures through in a tranquil tone…

“They are capable of teaching others how to love…”

‘That is the reason you told me…how absurd. Wasn’t my love for you—as your favorite, enough?’

“Well, we shall see. He started off with a man, and he just made another, called ‘woman’.”

“Where is he keeping them?” Jay inquired as he partakes in Leviathans gossip. “It’s in a garden.”

Heeseung continues to look amused as he sits atop his throne, while his younger siblings all speak of the abomination that is mankind.

“Helel, do what do you-“ Sunghoon pauses as he and the others all look and note that Heeseung had suddenly disappeared. His throne sat empty. “Where did he go?”

…………….

A young woman bares the nude flesh of new skin. She hums a song matching the birds as they hover above and teach her the meaning of song. She enjoys the loveliness of the garden, frolicking among the trees and wild flowers that grow around her, when suddenly a deep, echoing voice emerges. It sounds out from all around, making the direct source unknown and hard to find.

“Child…woman…creature made of flesh and bone…a copy cat of the first one. Come this way.”

“Wh-who’s there?”

She looks around, dizzying herself as she tries to locate the person speaking. “Who are you?”

“Lost mind…wandering soul…you are frightened by the sound of my voice, aren’t you?”

The woman grows hesitant and begins to cover herself. Up until now, her nudity didn’t feel so exposed, but the alluring and toxic tone of the man’s voice seemed to trigger a sense of shyness.

“Fear not. I’m not here to hurt you, on the contrary I am here to help you.”

“Help me?”

“Yesss…thaaasts right. Come closer to the tree.”

“B-but…we were told to not go to that tree.”

“Why? It’s just a tree…nothing more special than the rest surrounding you.”

The woman stays silent and refrains from moving, until the reassurance of the voice compels her to move. “I promise, nothing will happen to you. Now, come to the tree, my dear.”

She moves over, hesitantly as she fears for the worst to occur the moment she steps foot near the root of the forbidden tree, yet the curiosity has gotten the best of her. Reaching it, she breathes in relief when all remained well.

“There…see? I told you all would be well. You have nothing to fear, I will never lie to you.”

“Please tell me who you are. Won’t you show me your face? Are you just like me and the other, Adam?”

Suddenly a large emerald serpent coils around the tree before her, it was large and beautiful.

“Hello….Eeeeeve.” His voice is taunting yet teasingly playful, almost flirtatious.

“H-how do you know my name?”

“I know everything.”

Eve chuckles. The serpent carried a sense of charisma as it spoke. “You’re a strange creature.” She remarks comfortably.

“I am just like you…I too was created by the one who made you.” His voice taps into a tune of amusement. “We are the same…you and I.”

The serpent then takes an apple, swallowing it before leveling its eyes once more to Eve’s. “Yummy.”

Eves eyes widen in shock. Her lips quiver as she witnessed the serpent devouring the shiny red apple. It appealed to her deliciously, triggering a sense she had yet to experience up until now. It was a hunger, a yearning for something that she was not allowed to have, a feeling of desire of wanting the unobtainable.

“Have one.” The serpent tells her.

“W-we’re not allowed. We were told to not eat the fruit from this tree.”

The serpent smirks. “Why? It is just an apple, what harm could it do to have but one?”

“I don’t want to get into trouble.” Eves tone was hesitant, but the serpent knew she was right on the edge. Just a little more…

“You won’t. I told you, didn’t I? You and I are the same. If I can eat one, you can too.”

Eve sends a subtle smile. It’s true, the serpent are an apple and nothing has happened. Perhaps all will be well should she take just one bite out of the juicy red fruit.

The serpent flicks its tail and coils it around a perfectly ripe apple, and presents it to Eve. “Eat.”

Eve takes the fruit from the serpent, and smiles once more. “Is it truly alright for me to do so?”

The serpent’s smirk grows widely as his ruby eyes become narrow. “I told you…I’d never lie to you.”

………….

Heeseung rejoices internally as he sits back on his throne. “What an idiot.”

After convincing Eve to eat the apple, his plan went accordingly as he witnessed his former master banish them from the garden. Now, he must see that he was right and that humans are nothing but chaotic creatures that will create a path of destruction. “What a fucking joke.”

“Helel, we have come to pay a visit. Will you receive us?”

Heeseung peeks between his fingers as he shielded his eyes during his evil chuckle. “Of course I receive you, you think i’d let you make it up this far if I didn’t?”

The elder is least amused by Heeseung’s tone. “No, i do not think you would. In fact, i feel that you would have ended us and lol our heads off the moment we set foot in Hell.”

Heeseung chuckles. “Well you’re right. But since I’ve been gracious enough to let you in, tell me…is he sorry? Does he now see how terrible of a mistake it was to create those little shits?”

The elder shakes his head tiresomely. “Why did you compel her to eat the forbidden fruit? Do you hate our master that much?”

Heeseung snaps as he leans forward from his throne. “The man banished my brothers and I from the very home we ever knew, and chose mortal creation over our judgement…OF COURSE I HATE HIM.”

The elder raises a hand of peace and speaks out once more. “Fallen angel, favorite of my master…we are not here to provoke you…we are here to show you a vision.”

“What…vision?” The least bit interested, yet a slight bit of curiosity peaks as Heeseung leans back and spoke under heavy and lazy lids. “I am curious as to what you have up in your sleeve, Elder…for you should already know that no matter what it is, it isn’t going to stop me from tearing these mortals limb from limb…even if he fills the world with them.”

The elder nods. “Well then, there is no harm in showing you. Should that be your resolve still, then we shall leave and never bother you. Though we won’t stand by and watch you destroy his creation.”

Heeseung rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever old man, just hurry up and show me what it is and be gone already. I’ve got blood and carnage to commit to.”

“Come with us Favorite Son of God, and we will show you his vision. In order to do so, we must travel to the altar.”

Heeseung sighs. “All the way there? Fucking aye…” standing from his throne, he stretched his neck as he expresses lethargically the lack of amusement he had it within him to attend this event. “Let’s get this done and over with. Better be good old man…for your sake.”

And like that, the elder and his disciples take the Devil to the altar.

……………….

‘I longed to commit death, in the most violent manner.

My plans to obtain brutal screams and shattered dreams is near, I can taste it.

When suddenly a young songbird crosses my path. She swings before me and tweets a tune.

I want to snag her out of the air she spreads her wings in, and crush her breasts to pieces.

My hand reaches for her, and yet, she did not flee.

She is perched atop my finger, and there I see.

It was not a songbird that flew before me, but a lone flower whose petals danced like wings.

It was not the tweeting that traveled in my ears, but the song of the wind that carried me…that lifts me.

It was not the soft colors of feathers that brightened my vision. It was Auroras sky reflecting off the Northern Lights.

I held that flower in my hand and kissed it, and watched the flower grow thorns. She pierces me in many ways, and leaves her thorns imbedded in me.

She is everything and everywhere. She is the air I breathe, the skin coating my flesh, the color of my vision. She is…

…………….

“Eldest brother, are you alright? You seem to have something on your mind…what are you thinking about? Does it have something to do with the Elders most recent visit? Does it have anything to do with what they showed you at the altar?”

…

“Helel?”

“Do not worry…I am fine.”

“Well…you haven’t been yourself. Should there be anything you need to tell us?”

“No….she hasn’t arrived yet.”

“….she???”

………..

“Yes…she.”

#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #enha x reader #heeseung fanfic #enha heeseung #yandere heeseung imagines #yandere enha #yandere enhypen

[ninjago-happens-here]

'Bandages come in many ways. There are gauze bandages, treating all kinds of wounds the Ninja may have. There are bandages used to prevent injury in Martial Arts. What P.I.X.A.L. is wondering, is that if mankind has a bandage for the heart.'

@ninjago-angst-week am I late or what? Sorry but I think spewing out 21k words over teh course of 3 days killed my motivation. It took 3 days just to write 6.1k words.

Summary:

P.I.X.A.L. notices that the store of bandages is running low. She thinks about all the times she had to use them on one of her teammates, and its purposes.

“Hey Pix! We’re running low on bandages. Can you help us order some before we go to Shintaro?” Nya’s voice came from the medical bay of the Destiny’s Bounty. The Ninja and Master Wu were going on a trip to Shintaro. Unfortunately, Pixal never got an invite, but she has long been used to being left behind. It’s not that it was a bad thing, per se. Pixal knew the importance of having a backup, and having someone watch over Ninjago whilst the Ninja were gone. Still, to distract herself after placing a digital order, she thought about anything that could distract her. That thing just happened to be about bandages.

Bandages. Neat, white little things that wrap around any land or sky creature. According to Wikipedia, a bandage is a piece of material used either to support a medical device such as a dressing or splint, or on its own to provide support to or to restrict the movement of a part of the body. When used with a dressing, the dressing is applied directly to a wound, and a bandage is used to hold the dressing in place. Other bandages are used without dressings, such as elastic bandages that are used to reduce swelling or provide support to a sprained ankle. Tight bandages can be used to slow blood flow to an extremity, such as when a leg or arm is bleeding heavily.

At first, that was all P.I.X.A.L. knew about bandages. Given that she was built with the main purpose of being Cyrus Borg’s assistant, her primary knowledge consisted mostly of the ins and outs of Borg Tower, emergency protocols, customer service skills, and basic first aid, given that her maker was frailer than your average Ninjago citizen.

Of course, the longer she worked under Cyrus Borg, the more she learnt about the medical field. Curious about Mr Borg’s special circumstances, she was permitted to look through the internet for more information. In no time at all, she learnt about surgery, prosthetics, all different kinds of medication, and how to diagnose illnesses. In her given free time, she studied all the information available on the internet about the medical field. Even though the information was useless to her, an android who had no physical weaknesses like the humans do, her system determined that whilst the knowledge was a bit excessive, it only helps to prepare her to care for Mr Borg.

She never really needed to apply all that knowledge about serious and fatal cuts, but when Borg gets even the slightest injury, P.I.X.A.L. was there to offer her assistance.

A year after she had been created, Cyrus Borg had offered her to take a test of the field in medicine. P.I.X.A.L. had immediately felt lighter and better somehow. When asking Borg why she was feeling this way and if robots could get sick, Borg had laughed in surprise and shock.

“That feeling is happiness, P.I.X.A.L.! It’s an emotion that all living creatures feel, you included.”

“But I am not living-“ Mr Borg cut her off.

“Technically, you are right, P.I.X.A.L., but you are intelligence, and intelligence is what defines life. You can adapt, change, and overcome as all living beings do. Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise! Because that would be an insult to my intelligence!” Cyrus Borg said encouragingly. “And robots can technically get sick, from a digital virus. But I created you to be strong, stronger than I ever will be. You should not have to worry about them.”

P.I.X.A.L. nodded her head to show her understanding. “Then I will go to the exam.”

P.I.X.A.L. didn’t pass on her first try, but Mr Borg told her that it was alright, given that she still did very well considering that she only had the free internet to look for answers to a test she was unprepared for. It was human for her to have failed.

“So why did you send me there with no preparation?” P.I.X.A.L. asked with a shaking voice.

“To prepare you for failure, my dear!” Cyrus Borg said patronisingly. “Since I’ve built you, you’ve been perfect in many, many ways. And that isn’t a bad thing! But life isn’t that simple. You may fail in one way or another in the future because like humans, the circumstances may not be what you desired and plans can fall apart due to errors. What I want you to know is how failure feels like, and I will help you recover from it.”

P.I.X.A.L. nodded. It won’t be long before she faced her first, real big failure.

- Lloyd - The first time she had to really apply those skills that she learnt was when the team had seen Lloyd in the village. After he was pulled out of the ocean because he had to escape from an exploding plane that the Digilord had trapped him on. The locals had wanted to help, but Lloyd wasn’t feeling like having strangers cut him up, so they offered him some basic and outdated medical supplies.

P.I.X.A.L. could see him trying to treat himself and to stay awake, and she could see him hiss as the alcohol drizzled on his wounds.

“LLOYD!” Kai shouted in a tone that conveyed panic. This made the young ultimate spinjitzu master look up from his handiwork and immediately break into a smile. As the team had rushed forward to greet him, P.I.X.A.L. could see that his shoulders were sagging, probably from relief.

“I’m so sorry that I got caught guys,” Lloyd wheezed with an apologetic smile before keeling over, to which Cole caught him with shaking hands.

“Oh god, Zane, quick, do your thing!” Kai panicked even harder, hands jittery as if he was in an internal debate about whether he should do something or not.  “I’m trying Kai! I just- my hands keep shaking for some reason!” Zane gritted his teeth in frustration. “I’m gonna run some diagnostics on him” “Okay, Cole, lie him on a flat surface- medic! Medic!” Nya screamed out.

It was at this moment that P.I.X.A.L. knew that was her chance. To repay Zane for his heart. To prove to the team that she was useful. To finally implement her knowledge. Sometimes, she wonders if she’ll ever have what Zane has with the other humans, but for now, she is glad that she can separate her emotions from her work.

“Let me handle it,” P.I.X.A.L. said authoritatively. Running a scan with her own diagnostics, P.I.X.A.L. isolated the most dangerous injuries before telling the group out loud, staring at her apprehensively.

“Master Lloyd has suffered a concussion, lung damage due to smoke inhalation, and fractured bones in his tibia. He also has a sprained ankle and several bones on his upper chest area have several bruises. Luckily, there is no internal bleeding. He also has some first and second-degree burns, but those look like they have been treated by the ocean water. However, he is at risk of hypothermia should he not change out of those clothes. Other cuts and bruises should not be life-threatening as long as we keep the infection away, and-“

“WE GET IT! Can you just PLEASE start treating Lloyd NOW?” Jay shrieked in frustration. P.I.X.A.L. blinked. Oh right, the ninjas are still panicking.

“Apologies, can I have a look at the medical supplies?” Taking a scalpel out of the medical box, P.I.X.A.L. removed Lloyd Garmadon’s shirt and so multiple bruises as well as the look of someone who’s emancipated. It didn’t really make any sense to her, but she supposed that being drained of his elemental powers must have caused some damage.

“To treat his concussion, he needs peace and to rest. I would like if all of you can speak in whispers from now on,” P.I.X.A.L. began. The soup suddenly looked ashamed and guilty, with Jay whispering a soft ‘sorry’.

“To treat his hypothermia, we would need blankets-“

“Why can’t I just warm him up with fire?” Kai cut across. “Well, the extreme heat can damage the skin or, even worse, cause irregular heartbeats so severe that they can cause the heart to stop. However, starting a campfire some meters away could help a little. using this fire, we can make some warm beverages and some food.”

“Just say what we gotta do doc, we’ll listen!” Nya begged swiftly. P.I.X.A.L. thought for a moment, before choosing to sort people out based on their perceived abilities.

“Kai, Jay, Cole, Sensei Wu, and Sensei Garmadon- please look for blankets in the village and start a campfire over there,” Pointing at a spot a satisfactory distance from Lloyd, P.I.X.A.L. continued with giving instructions. “Start making some sort of soup- not too heavy. Zane, Nya- you’re with me.”

Garmadon, who was silent all this time, started to protest. “I cannot leave my son, Pixal.”

“Fine, you may stay and just keep tending to the campfire,” P.I.X.A.L. conceded, not wanting to waste time arguing. There was the matter of fact that the smoke inhaled by Lloyd Garmadon could be fatal, but there was not much that she could do in his location. All she could hope to do was to treat his minor injuries before ensuring that Lloyd is stable enough to go to a hospital in Ninjago. Which would have been impossible, given that the Digilord had control of the city already. What could she do? Maybe there’s an elemental master of the air who could treat Lloyd?

“Pix, do you not have any ideas on how to treat the smoke inhalation?” Zane looked at her with kind and understanding eyes. Pixal nodded, defeated, before preparing a cast. “We need concentrated oxygen and a nose tube or a tube down his throat. Unfortunately, there is nowhere in Ninjago where we can get to such technology.”

Hearing this, Nya immediately perked up. “But we can make them. Zane, do you have any wires that you can spare for a bit?”

“Redirecting power from the right hand,” Zane replied as he opened up his arm to take out a tube. He’s so self-sacrificing. For some strange reason, P.I.X.A.L. felt her heart beating faster. Maybe Zane was nervous? “Nya, if you could please clean this?”

“Of course. HEY KAI!”  “Yeah, sis?”  Nya was looking at P.I.X.A.L. expectantly. Oh yes. she was supposed to know this, wasn’t she? “Can you get us 10 cups of potable water and 1 cup of vinegar? Also, get some detergent or soap.”  “Okay Pix, not gonna question this at all!”

Meanwhile, Nya was using pure H2O to just start blasting the tubing As much as they wanted Lloyd to not die from smoke inhalation, they also didn’t want him to be infected. Speaking of infections…

“Ow!” Lloyd woke up sleepily as Zane used one hand to dab his cuts. Looking sheepish, Zane immediately offered an apology before Nya cuts in and admitting her mistake.

“Go back to Lloyd,” Nya said, petting his hair. Once Kai had returned with the necessary materials, Nya sanitised her hands before delicately cleaning the tube with 10 parts water and 1 part vinegar.

Tightening the wrappings around Lloyd’s ankle, Pixal studied her handiwork. The splint was holding up nicely against Lloyd’s leg, and all the infections on Lloyd’s legs were taken care of. Seeing as Zane is treating Lloyd well enough, P.I.X.A.L. immediately began to start diagnosing Lloyd’s burns before seeing blood flow from Lloyd’s back.

“Oh, dear.” In her hast, P.I.X.A.L. had forgotten to check Lloyd for injuries from behind. Maybe she wasn’t as professional as she thought. There was no other choice. Looking at Zane firmly, they pushed Lloyd onto his side as he gave a pained groan.

P.I.X.A.L.’s mechanical heart sank. Lloyd had a reason for sitting up without any support. There were several pieces of debris stuck to his back, and they were all pushed in due to them lying Lloyd on the desk. Nya looked up from her task in horror.

“I’m so sorry Lloyd, I didn’t know-“ “Nya, please focus on your task,” P.I.X.A.L. cut her off before she could begin crying. She felt bad, but what’s done was done. Blocking Lloyd from’s Nya’s view, P.I.X.A.L. picked up a pair of tweezers before picking up the small pieces. But the large piece of metal stuck in his shoulder blades- Pixal had to cut Lloyd’s skin to get that out. Eyes narrowing, hardening her resolve- P.I.X.A.L. lightly cut Lloyd’s skin using the scalpel before pulling up a long shard of bloodied glass. Picking up some of the unused water, P.I.X.A.L. quickly cleared Lloyd and the flat-surfaced of their blood. Applying pressure to those wounds would be hard from this angle, so after disinfecting the openings, P.I.X.A.L. took several rolls of bandages before tying them around Lloyd’s chest. Not too tightly, that would further bruise his ribs- but tight enough to ensure a sense of security and staunch the oozing bleeding.

“Zane, do you have an oxygen filter?” Nya asked, having been satisfied by the cleanliness of the tubing. Sanitising her metallic hands, P.I.X.AL. heard Zane sigh before declining.

“I do. Mr Borg wanted us to be at least a little environmentally friendly, given that the Nindroids would be using large amounts of energy every day. So I can filter out excess greenhouse gases in the air and store them in their solid form before giving the raw materials back to Borg Industries,” P.I.X.A.L. offered.

“You’re a lifesaver Pix,” Nya said in relief, handing P.I.X.A.L. the tubing. P.I.X.A.L. smiled. She supposed that she actually was. Opening Lloyd Garmadon’s mouth, P.I.X.A.L. inserted the tubing down his throat with NIndroid precision. Connecting the end to her oxygen filter, P.I.X.A.L. adjusted the settings so that she was inputting air composing of at least 60% oxygen into young Garmadon’s lungs.

As Zane finished applying some frost to Lloyd’s burns, the 3 of them stood there and watched as Lloyd breathed in and out.

“If you guys don’t mind, I’ll go find what the guys have been doing,” Nya informed their group. “I too will go into the village, but to ensure that we have permission to stay here for the night,” Zane stated, giving a nod to P.I.X.A.L., before walking away into the dusk, right hand locked and useless.

P.I.X.A.L., knowing that she can’t really move, sat next to Lloyd Garmadon as she watched the campfire grow as shrieks from the ninja team rose. At the end of today, all P.I.X.A.L. wanted to do was to just shut down and recharge. She knows she doesn’t need to know that she had half of Zane’s heart (which just skipped another beat for some unknown reason), but all she wants was a break.

Too bad that being a ninja means that you don’t really get to choose when to stop. P.I.X.A.L. thought to herself.

But at least today, I’ve proved my usefulness. I can repay Zane for his heart.

- Kai - Having been stuck alone, disassembled and scrapped, P.I.X.A.L. found that she really, really missed the Ninja team. She also missed Zane, though he was in a cell next to hers. He’s been offline for such a long time, P.I.X.A.L. had fears that he would never wake up.

But he did. And the ninja had rescued them from Chen. But along the way, they had lost Sensei Garmadon, and the year apart had caused some major issues.

Kai doesn’t know that they’re here. But he shouldn’t be here either after Zane had ordered that everyone go to rest after this long day. Still, the glint of red from his eyes even scared P.I.X.A.L., but she would never tell anyone that. She watched as Kai shredded the bandages he wrapped around his hands by destroying a metal training dummy, before turning around to wrap some more.

“Why is he doing that?” P.I.X.A.L. wondered from inside Zane’s head. Zane started whispering, “He… has some anger issues.”

“I get that Zane, I mean why’s he wrapping his hands in bandages?” P.I.X.A.L. corrected herself. Zane quirked an eyebrow but continued with answering P.I.X.A.L.’s questions. “Well, martial artists wear hand wraps and bandages because they can prevent injuries and improve the power of their punches. Wraps and bandages also protect the martial artist’s skin and soften the impact on hard surfaces.”

“I see,” P.I.X.A.L. stated whilst both of them cringed, as Kai delivered a particularly hard blow to the metallic dummy that Zane was supposed to fight with.

“KAI, PLEASE SHUT UP!” came Jay’s voice from down the corridor, moving closer towards them. Zane and P.I.X.A.L. watched in apprehension as Kai breathed heavily, staring down the metallic dummy before all the tension from his shoulders sagged.

The Nindroids watched as Kai cleaned up the training room and head out to use the bathroom to wash up.

“He’s being too hard on himself for the death of Lloyd’s father,” P.I.X.AL. commented blandly. Zane shifted from his position. “I’m afraid that that’s not the only reason. Do you remember Jay telling us that Kai had almost killed both Lloyd and Skylor using Chen’s staff?” P.I.X.A.L. stayed silent.

Bandages come in many ways. There are gauze bandages, treating all kinds of wounds the Ninja may have. There are bandages used to prevent injury in Martial Arts. What P.I.X.A.L. is wondering, is that if mankind has a bandage for the heart.

- Jay - It was only a few days after Master Wu had been lost in time. Whilst the Ninja team were recuperating and in shock, Pixal has been remotely using Samurai X to patrol the cities whilst maintaining in the current Ninja’s headquarters- the electronic system of Yang’s temple. P.I.X.AL. had really wanted to go full into Samurai X, but she knew that she could not just desert her teammates at this moment. But there wasn’t much she could do, other than counting reps for Lloyd. (You skipped a number, I know what you’re doing Pix, and I ain’t gonna stop training-) helping Jay prepare breakfast (Jay! The pancakes are burning!) or accompanying Zane as he retrieved bits and pieces from all the fighting. (Someone has to clean up Ninjago city, and I guess that that would be me and Samurai X.)

P.I.X.A.L. knew that she shouldn’t be keeping Samurai X a secret, but she couldn’t help herself. She felt a strange sense of duty, and the ability to finally be on the front lines, fighting the same enemies as Zane. And she wanted some secrets to herself.

Still, it surprised her when Jay had demanded her full attention during one of her free times.

“Hey, umm… Pix? Do you- do you think you could maybe check out my left eye?” Jay stammered whilst twiddling his fingers. Pixal was curious, but she’s already moved to Jay’s laptop. “Why do you ask so? Did your eye get hit sometime recently?”

Jay had flinched at the word ‘hit’, but shook his head at the word ‘recently’. Huh. Maybe it was phantom pains? Still, Pixal had run a diagnostic on it.

“I can’t seem to find any physical abnormalities, but if this is a case of phantom pain, over the counter pain relievers should work.”

Jay nodded whilst his eyes were blank seemingly off to another world or lost in his memories.

“Jay? Jay, can you hear me?” Pixal once again ran a diagnostic scan. It seems that Jay was slipping into dissociation. Dimming the lights in his room as well as all the screens the blue ninja had put into his room. Pixal started playing a calm Ninjago lofi mix from the speaker she was in. She gently called Jay’s name and he slipped back into reality.

“Jay, just take 2 doses of ibuprofen. They’re at the lowest shelf at the kitchen counter. If it hurts again, tell me and we’ll bring you to a professional.”

Jay who was nodding at the instructions froze at the thought of being taken to the hospital. Still, he slid off his bed and made his way downstairs. Pixal filtered through the electronic system of the temple, landing new the smart fridge and watched as Jay swallowed 2 pills dry.

It seemed to create some results because Jay stopped shivering and shaking. Pixal wondered if that was just a placebo or an actual effect. Still, watching Jay’s face relax in bliss, free from whatever pain that was bothering him, Pixal knew that she made the right call.

- Nya - S9, fight with SOG

It had been brutal. Pixal was just treating the training injuries Lloyd had when Skylor came into the noodle house, helping Nya to walk as her left arm dangled without any purpose. Immediately, Pixal stood up and took quick strides, scanning Nya for all her injuries.

“We were getting supplies when a bunch of Harumi’s goons jumped on us, we had to be quick so that none of them could call up for back up, when-“  “When- fuck, when this dude pulled out a fucking gun,” Nya said, pained and heaving as Skylor slowly helped her to sit on the training mat.

“So you were shot?” Lloyd’s voice came from behind Pixal as he took the medkit to the mat. Nya eyes looked everywhere but at him. Gesturing to her limp and bleeding arm, she gave up all her dignity. “Yeah, right here.”

“Okay, Nya, here, take these.” Lloyd handed her 2 tablets of ibuprofen and a cup of water. “W-what? No, I can’t take these!” Nya hissed in pain.

“Yes, you can!”  “What if we need them later? What if one of us loses an arm or something happens where we have a worse injury?” “That does not matter, Nya. Look, I’ve been shot in Ninjago city before, I know how it feels.”

Pixal immediately flashes back to the nights where she had to help Lloyd through a computer screen, and her metallic fingers curled up. It was horrible, watching him choking down painkillers before trying to pull the bullet out himself. Never again.

“Nya, it would be alright, just take these- we can always go out to get more,” Pixal tried coaxing Nya to just swallow the pills.

“Take them or I’ll force you to take them, Water Ninja.” Skylor admonished. With the combined strength of their motley crew of 3, Nya hesitantly reached for the medicine, almost choking as she had swallowed too much water at one go.

“Okay, good, now we just need to pull the bullet out,” Lloyd reached into the medkit, pulling out a pair of tweezers. Pixal watched as his hands, fatigued from all the trains, couldn’t stop shaking.

“Wait, Lloyd, let me see if the bullet should be removed at all.” Pixal interrupted, taking a more in-depth scan at Nya’s shoulder. In the meantime, Lloyd started to check through Skylor, who said that he was all clear except for a few knuckle bruises. Of course, Pixal would check on her later, but now she had to make sure that Nya would be alright.

“The bullet has missed your major arteries and it actually isn’t in too deep, possibly because of the protection offered by your suit-“ “Just tell me when you’re gonna remove it!” Nya snapped as her brow furrowed in anticipation.  “Well, let’s see… first, we need to remove the clothing around the area of the wound, which-“

“AHH!” Nya shrieked as Pixal twisted and pulled out the bullet without any warning. “Sorry Nya, sometimes fear of a thing could be greater than the actual danger that it poses,” Pixal explained as Nya stared at her with a look that could only scream betrayal.

Dropping the bullet to the ground, Pixal took up some disinfectant and sanitised the area around the entry wound. Nya hissed as Pixal gently presses a cotton gauze to stop the bleeding before finally applying some sort of disinfectant cream. She finished off the wound with a bandage around Nya’s arm, with extra padding using gauze at the point where the wound is at.

“Alright, so now you should not move this arm too much for the next few days, and in the next few weeks, you would not be able to raise it over your shoulder. But in a few months, you can use it again and in a year it would be pretty much healed up so that you may do your weight lifting sessions with- with Cole again…” Pixal said, starting brightly but dropping to a small whisper.

The mood suddenly went from cheery to depressive. “Remember to take lots of rest,” Pixal finished lamely. As Lloyd escorted Nya to the sleeping bags they had gathered, Skylor picked up the bullet Pixal had removed.

“Girl, you were quite mean back there,” Skylor began. “And I think that you’re cool. One problem- the pharmacies have not been able to continue business as normal. All the drugs have to be given to the Sons of Garmadon. In the meantime, all supply chains are disrupted. Over the counter medicine won’t be so easy to find. “

Pixal kept quiet. “Well, I’ll have to keep this bullet as a souvenir for Nya. FSM knows that she deserves this.”

Of course, the bullet would be lost later as they were hunted down throughout the city. But every time Nya changed into her swimsuit, Pixal could see the bullet wound. The scarring left wasn’t pretty, but Pixal thought that the courage Nya showed made her the most beautiful woman she’ll ever have the chance to meet.

- Cole-  Cole was alive. Cole was alive!

Pixal watched as the Ninja went into a momentary stop before cheering and becoming more alive. She saw Nya pass the Scythe of Earth to Cole, who promptly swung it into the oncoming Oni. Pixal was trying her best to fend off the Oni herself, but her mind, or rather, motherboard, was spinning really, really fast. How did Cole survive? It should have been impossible!

Pixal heard that Cole justify his survival, stating that the Oni clouds must have broken his fall. He didn’t know how he wasn’t attacked at first, but many tendrils then came to attack him.

Still, this was impossible for Pixal to figure out. Was it because Cole had been a ghost? Maybe it was his elemental power protecting him? Or perhaps it was divine intervention? Either way, Pixal was going o scan him later if there was even a later.

“Watch out!” Pixal saw a blast of green hit the Oni in front of her. I can’t afford to get lost in thought now! Come on Samurai X, focus! She chided to herself.

Yet, as the battle once again turned tides, and the elemental masters got together to do the Tornado of Creation, Pixal watched from her position behind the holding doors to see Lloyd Garmadon get thrown out of the tornado, hitting his head with an earth-shattering crack as he collapsed against the walls of the monastery before debris-covered him.

Frantically approaching him, Pixal saw out of the corner of her eye that the rest of the ninja were left dizzy, exhausted, and possibly some having passed out. That was alright. It was time for her to do her duty anyways.

However, whilst lifting slabs of concrete, Pixal felt her heart drop. The calculated survival rate of the impact sent shivers down Pixal’s circuits as the percentage just kept. Dropping. Lower.

Heaving the last piece of concrete off the young bearer of green power, Pixal heard her teammates rushing into the scene. She could have warned them, said something, said anything. But her joints were frozen in place with something much colder than what her sensors had detected when she went into the Oni cloud.

The motley crew, now only 5, took the last piece of debris off from their teammate.

“Lloyd. Buddy, wake up,” Kai pleaded, desperate.  “He-He's not moving!” Nya exclaimed, voice shaking as tears start to form. She looked at Pixal, asking for anything, anything at all.  “Someone find Wu. Where’s Wu?” Cole ordered.

In no time, Master Wu arrived and lifted Lloyd’s arm, checking his pulse. He would find nothing there.

“You can do something, right? Right?!” Jay panicked.  With a defeated look that Pixal knows is mirrored in her eyes, Wu shook his head and said, “There’s nothing to be done.”  Nya finally cries out, sobbing. “Oh, Lloyd!”

PIxal wanted to cry as well, but she never could. When rebuilding her body, she had used the same blueprints that Cyrus Borg had with some upgrades. One thing she didn’t consider adding was the ability to cry because there wasn’t any time. She had to save Lloyd from the vermillion. But what she can’t save Lloyd from, was from an early- early- d… fate.

There’s nothing Pixal could do. And she felt hopeless.

She watched from the corner of her eye as Garmadon backed away from their small group, and in a flash, she felt her wires burning. She couldn’t just let him leave. Not after what he’s done.

Yet, just as she was about to boost straight towards the Oni and tackle him off the mountain, Lloyd started to cough. Lloyd. Started to cough.

Whipping around to see a golden petal float away, she watched the team cheer as Lloyd started to breathe. How- this was impossible!  Pixal almost short-circuited from shock. There had been no way! No way! She didn’t even go through all 5 stages of grief yet.

And not too soon, Lloyd woke up from a sleep that she was sure that he never would.

Catching him mumbling something about the First Spinjitzu Master, Pixal smiled. Divine intervention had definitely happened at least once today. The first time being….

“Cole, please come with me to the med bay,” Pixal requested with a smile. Divine intervention or not, five-sixths of the Ninja team knows how to hide a serious injury, and she had to be certain. Cole, who looked shopped, resigned himself and walked with Pixal o the medical centre. For now, she trusted that Zane was doing all the scans that he could to make sure that Lloyd was right in the head, and sought out to take care of her own, albeit selfish, worries.

Scanning Cole on both sides, Pixal noticed a particular bad bruise on Cole’s spine. Yet falling from that height and the fact that Cole isn’t paralysed due to spinal injury made Pixal reaffirm her theories that the First Spinjitsu Master was alive, just in another realm.

“You know, Lloyd might have actually seen the First Spinjitsu Master,” Pixal began, which led Cole to choke on the water he was ordered to drink. “No way, he must have just hit his head hard…”

“I’m sorry Cole, but the injuries you have is comparable to sleeping on a rock hard bed for one night, not falling from a height of 500m, even if your fall was broken by the Oni cloud, you should still have been paralysed,” Pixal explained.

“So God is real and Lloyd’s sharing a fourth of his blood? Neat! Next time tell him to not scare us with a fake-out,” Cole brushed it off.

At this time Pixal was about the shutdown and delve deep into theorising. Lloyd technically had a fourth of his grandfather’s blood and possessed the same power, could he possible have powers that control life and death-

Yet, she watched as a steady stream of Ninja enter the medbay, and resolved her thoughts to her inner GPU. She can think later. For now, she had to make sure that everyone is okay, and everyone will be okay. Even if she threatens Loyd to shave his head so she can get a better look at his skull, to which a chase around the monastery ensued. Her family was alright for now, and the concerning mortality of humans was left deep in the recesses of her mind.

- Zane - Too soon, Pixal had to face her own mortality. Being a Nindroid, her lifespan would naturally be much longer than a Ninja’s. But she still could be erased, dismantled, destroyed, sent to another realm-

The days waiting for the group of 6, not 5, to come back were some of the hardest. Even though all Pixal wanted to do was to shut down, lie on her bed and stare into the picture they had taken on their first date, Pixal knew that the team was entrusting her to keep Ninjago safe. Even if it means recapturing escaped convicts. Even if it means fighting the… undead-dead Preeminent (Pixal still hasn’t figured out how she worked). And they had to find ways to reach the Never Realm, by going through different infusions of travellers tea.

Yet, all the waiting and longing was worth it. Pixal prefers a Zane stuck in another realm for 40 years as to no Zane. There was no other choice. Yet, as she sees her loved ones trudging out of the frosty realm, some of them had worst frost bites than others. Even though all Pixal wanted to do was to smother Zane in a hug, she can see the edges of Lloyd’s skin turning a deep, dark black. From the corner of her eyes, she can see Nya taking care of Cole whilst Jay and Kai attempt to remove the ice from everyone else, including lubricating Zane’s frosted joins. She had not a single moment to lose. This kind of frostbite was not exactly lethal immediately, but losing limbs could mean the end of Lloyd’s ninja career. So calling everyone to attention, she went all in to salvaging Lloyd’s limbs, doing everything she could.

Later that night, Pixal spotted Zane wandering around the outskirts of the monastery whilst the Ninja finish up dinner. She watched as Zane’s hands gripped the staff so tight that the wood would be snapping in 3…2…1.

A harsh crack and splinters flying out later, Pixal could see the shaking in Zane’s hands as he cursed, something that the Zane she knew never would.

For her, it had been a hellish week. But for Zane? It must have been a hellish 40 years.

“…Zane?” Pixal called out from the monastery doors. Zane immediately whipped around before pointing the tip of the staff towards her, to which Pixal reflectively grabbed. Zane, eyes widening in shock and horror, immediately released his grip on the now shorter staff, before turning around, trying to run away. Pixal won’t let that happen.

“Zane,” Pixal said once again, hand now gripping onto the collar of Zane’s Gi. “Please don’t run away from me.”

Zane, froze, hands twitching before dropping them to his side. Pixal released her grip before tapping Zane on the shoulder, asking him to turn around.

“Pixal, I’m- I’m sorry…I just can’t- I can’t trust myself right now,” Zane vented out hands fidgeting with each other. Pixal smiled sadly. She knew that not everything could go back to normal so fast, but still, she had hoped that it would have been easier than this. “If you don’t trust yourself right now, why not spend some time with me?”

“Pixal- I…I could hurt you-“  “Yes you can, but don’t think that I can’t protect myself,” Pixal snapped back whilst carefully reaching to hold Zane’s hands. Once she made contact, Zane flinched back, before slowly reciprocating the action. “C’mon Zane, let’s go back into the monastery-“

“No!” Zane protested, wrenching Pixal back. Pixal clasped her other hand on top of Zane’s. “Not to the dining room. I’m thinking med bay.”

Pixal could see Zane’s processing unit cycle through his thoughts, noticing that it had considerable frost damage. Before long, Zane nodded his head, allowing Pixal to pull him into the light.

Opening the cupboards, Pixal took out a few rolls of bandages before carefully wrapping them around Zane’s hands. The ice ninja watched with curiosity as Pixal carefully finished tying and tightening the strips of cloth.

“Why are you doing this? You and I both know that Nindroids don’t need bandages,” Zane asked. Pixal smiled, looking at Zane’s now steadier hands. “Maybe bandages can’t fix our metal skin, but it still makes us feel better.”

Zane paused, looking down at his hands. “I don’t know how you’re right PIx, but they do make me feel more sure that my powers won’t hurt anyone accidentally. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now let’s get back to dinner, we have some desserts to bring out.”

Bandages. As much as PIxal uses them and finds them efficient, she can’t help but hope that team doesn’t need to use as many. But this time, t’s just a trip to a legendary city full of peace and prosperity. Maybe this time, Pixal doesn’t need to bandage their wounds away.

#ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago angst week #ninjago angst week 2021 #ninjago pixal #pixal borg #ninjago zane #zane julien #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago kai #kai smith #ninjago jay #jay walker #ninjago nya #nya smith #ninjago cole #cole brookstone #ninjago borg #cyrus borg #ninjago cyrus borg #other minor characters not tagged #haha im so late

[fanfalc-616]

Next chapter of the Literally Elements AU!! (Sorry it took so long lol)

When Lloyd finds Zane that morning, his scream is loud enough to wake up all the others.

Nothing like going to eat ice cream for breakfast and then finding someone sleeping in the fucking freezer.

Zane sits up in response to his screech, confusion on his face. “Is everything alright?” He questions.

Before the teen has the chance to do anything, Kai’s in the room, sword in hand.

Right. Lloyd kind of forgot that they were all armed.

“What’s wrong?!” The powerless Master of Fire demands, looking around as he tries to locate the threat.

Zane gets out of the freezer, drawing his throwing stars. “I am not sensing any threat, but-“

Jay bursts into the room, and Cole is right behind him. There’s a lot of tension and loud talking as everyone tries to figure out what’s going on, until Lloyd raises his voice.

“Everything’s fine!” He speaks loudly in order to be heard over the clamor. “I was just a little startled. Everything’s fine.”

“Startled?” Cole repeats, confusion evident. “Startled by what?”

Lloyd sighs. “Zane was sleeping in the freezer.”

All eyes turn to the powerless Master of Ice, who seems almost stunned by his words. “My apologies, I did not think that sleeping here would cause such a problem. I will relocate tonight.”

There’s a brief pause, until Jay loudly whispers to Cole. “... what’s a freezer?”

The powerless Master of Earth shrugs. “Uh, whatever Zane was sleeping in, I guess.” He whispers back.

Right. They don’t know very much about human things. Why should they? They’ve never needed to know about them before.

“A freezer is a drawer-thing that you use to keep food cold.” Lloyd explains. First Spinjitzu Master, he’s going to have to explain everything, isn’t he?

There’s nods and mumbles of understanding. 

“So, we need to come up with a plan of investigating. For starters, what was going on in the Fire Temple?” Lloyd glances around at the powerless elementals.

The air is suddenly filled with tension, and there’s an uncomfortable pause.

Lloyd waits.

“It’s, uh… complicated.” Jay gets out. “And we’re probably wrong about what it is, anyway, so we really shouldn’t be worried about it.”

Lloyd narrows his eyes. “Well, then maybe someone can uncomplicate it. I want to know what's going on.”

Cole speaks up next. “It’s really not- It’s not the issue here. It can’t be.”

“It’s our first lead, isn’t it? I need to know what it is.”

There’s a heavy pause.

The Master of the Elements takes a deep breath. “If someone doesn’t tell me what’s going on, I’m going to pick one of you and order you to explain.” 

There’s another tense silence. It stretches for longer this time. Right as Lloyd is about to open his mouth, Zane speaks up.

“We were not the first beings in existence.”

The teen frowns. “I already knew that. There was the First Spinjitzu Master- Father Nature. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Yes, well… he was not the only one around back then.”

Lloyd freezes. “I’m sorry, what?”

Cole is the next one to speak. “Fire, Earth, Lightning, Ice… they’re- we’re- the elements of life, of creation. And while there aren’t any direct counterparts to us… there is a counterpart to Father Nature.”

“Why am I only learning this now?!” Lloyd exclaims, staring at the powerless elementals in shock. “Why would you guys not tell me this?! And- and how could this possibly not be relevant, of course it’s relevant! I-“

“Because he’s supposed to be dead!” Kai cuts in. “The First Spinjitzu Master killed him!”

Jay shifts uncomfortably. “Or so we thought…” He mumbles.

Lloyd narrows his eyes. “What do you mean ‘or so we thought’?” He questions. “What happened?”

The four exchange a glance, all of them clearly reluctant to actually explain the situation.

Cole takes a deep breath. “The opposition to Father Nature was known as the Overlord. The two of them were the first beings. The First Spinjitzu Master had all of the elements of creation, but the Overlord had the power of destruction. The two of them were rivals from the dawn of time. But Father Nature… he started to lose the war. Everything was dying, nothing could escape the Overlord’s wrath.”

“Until Father Nature came up with a plan.” Jay continues. “He created us, and gave us our elemental powers- our core powers. Fire, Earth, Lightning, Ice… they were at our command. He controlled everything else, of course, but with his power divided, we could attack on multiple fronts. It was him who struck the final blow, sending the Overlord into his own destructive powers, killing him. And then-”

Zane cuts him off. “And then, from the light he had made, mankind and Serpentine arose. He was content with the work he had made, but before he vanished, he promised us two gifts. The first was the rest of his powers- we now had control over all related to our element. But he faded, never speaking of the second gift. Until, eons later-”

“We found you.” Kai finishes. “You had no parents, but were born with his powers. That’s how we knew you were his son. And we never mentioned the Overlord, because, well…”

“Because he doesn’t exist. He was dead before history even began.” Lloyd realizes. A warm feeling settles in his gut as he registers all of what Kai had said.

He’s the gift? He’s as valuable as their powers?

A small smile graces his face at the knowledge. He always knew he was special- he’s the son of the First Spinjitzu Master!- but he never knew it was to that extent. He’s considered a gift, he’s-

The feeling in his gut turns cold as a thought strikes him.

“If you don’t have your powers… and Father Nature is gone… and the Overlord is back…” He trails off. 

“He came back because of me.”

It’s obvious, now that he knows all the details. It would be impossible for no one to have any control over the elements- that’s just not how things work. Someone has to have control, no matter how limited it is.

And with Lloyd having that limited control, the Overlord is able to take away the elementals powers. 

Lloyd isn’t nearly strong enough to take on a god on his own.

“What?” Kai questions. “Why would he come back because of-“

The Master of the Elements explains what he came up with. Despite the expressions of shock they wear, no one makes any move to claim his ideas are false.

A few moments pass.

“Do you really think he’s back?” Jay whispers, a tremor in his voice.

“There’s no other explanation for the events that have occurred.” Zane replies, his own voice just as unsteady.

“... what do we do now?” Cole questions.

It takes a moment, but then it clicks. They’re looking to him to solve this. Of course. As a team, none of them have ever led the others. It was always his grandfather who had done that.

Another responsibility that’s been passed down to Lloyd.

“Going to the Fire Temple is too dangerous.” He decides, doing his best to sound confident, sure of his decision. “For right now, we need to figure out a way to get your powers back- or at least find a way to make the Overlord’s plan more difficult.”

There’s a few nods, and Lloyd takes that as agreement. “Is there anything else I should know about the Overlord?”

“Well, uh…” Jay shifts uncomfortably. “... he kind of has an indestructible army?”

“He what.”

#literally elements au #ninjago au

[perfecttimeseleven]

Perfect Times Eleven Ep. 2 TRANSCRIPT

ACT ONE

SCENE THREE

(REMINGTON’s writing something down on a sheet of paper. She puts her pen down and lifts it up.)

REMINGTON

(putting her pencil down)

There. I think that’s it.

(DR. MORELLO takes the sheet of paper.)

DR. MORELLO

Oh, yes. These look good. Harvest, Ocean, Create, Change, Fight, Art, Family, Freedom...Joyce? Do you mean, like, the given name Joyce?

REMINGTON

Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s Joyce.

DR. MORELLO

Not “choice” or “joy” or something?

JAY

Boyce? Like the actor in Jessie? RIP.

DAISY

(loudly, from another room)

What about, like, “guys” but in a really weird accent? Like, goiys?

REMINGTON

Nope. Uh, Joyce.

JAY

Hey, uh...

DR. MORELLO

What?

JAY

Nah, it’s probably unrelated.

DR. MORELLO

Um. Well, it’s a good leaping off point. Joyce, or whatever the word actually is, can be the first word you concentrate on.

REMINGTON

The word is Joyce.

DR. MORELLO

Jay here can lead you through how to do it.

REMINGTON/JAY

What?

JAY

Hey, you know I’ve been having some trouble with my head people...

DR. MORELLO

Which is exactly why you could use the practice.

REMINGTON

Jay? W-We’re paying good money — I assume — for you. The doctor. Not the random kid.

DR. MORELLO

She works as an, uh, unpaid intern. Remington, this is a seven-day retreat. Did you really think I, personally, would have the strength to lead you in everything twenty four-seven? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go check on Daisy and take my medications.

REMINGTON

Oh! Okay, yeah, that’s...that’s kinda important.

(DR. MORELLO gets up and exits.)

JAY

Why the…pastels…on the shirt?

REMINGTON

For fuck’s sake, I can’t believe you’re nagging on my outfit when your friend Daisy is dressed like a goddamn tie-dye Fruit Rollup.

DAISY

(loudly, from another room)

It’s gay wrath month, dipshit.

JAY

Okay, man, I don’t wanna be here and you don’t either. So let’s just get this over with.

REMINGTON

Or we could take a break.

JAY

A break? From learning vital information about literal voices in your head?

REMINGTON

C’mon, lighten up a little! I’m spending the week here, so let’s, ah,

(leans in, makes a clicking noise with her mouth)

get to know each other.

JAY

What?

REMINGTON

Like, okay. Hmm...

(trying to think of an icebreaker)

when did you first become Dr. Morello’s patient or unpaid intern or whatever?

JAY

Uh, after my mom died in a fire that burned down our house.

(Beat.)

REMINGTON

Oh. Oh, shit. Um. Sorry.

JAY

Don’t be. You didn’t kill her.

(Beat.)

JAY

Dr. Morello’s been taking care of me since.

REMINGTON

That’s nice of him.

(Beat.)

Nice shirt.

JAY

Oh! You…you’ve seen Daisies?

REMINGTON

Ha! No. What do you take me for, an intellectual? The shirt makes you look angsty and hot. I mean, the movie I don’t give a shit about.

JAY

Oh, well, blame me for thinking complimenting a shirt that’s got nothing but a film still on it means you’ve seen the fucking film.

REMINGTON

I didn’t say nice screenshot, dumbass, I said nice shirt.

(Beat.)

JAY

You’re a little shit, you know that?

REMINGTON

Yes. As a matter of fact, I do.

(4. No Room.)

REMINGTON

WHY DO I LIKE GIRLS WAY OUT OF MY LEAGUE?

WITH…MOODY VIBES AND SLICKED BACK HAIR?

WHY DO I LIKE GIRLS WHO LOOK LIKE 80S FEMME FATALES?

GIRLS WITH CHIPPED BLACK NAIL POLISH AND A SCINTILLATING GLARE?

WHY DO I LIKE GIRLS WHO COULD BEAT ME UP?

AND, BY THE WAY SHE’S LOOKING AT ME, PROBABLY WOULD?

WHY DO I LIKE GIRLS WHO COULD FORGET ME IN A WEEK

AND, KNOWING MYSELF, PROBABLY SHOULD?

RELATIONSHIPS ARE SHIT. LOVE IS A HOAX.

LOVE WILL BETRAY YOU AND LEAVE YOU OUT TO DRY.

ONLY THREE PEOPLE ACCOMPANY ME FROM BIRTH UNTIL DEATH:

ME, MYSELF, AND I!

AND, WELL, THE PEOPLE IN MY HEAD.

CALL ME SELFISH! WELL, IT’S TRUE.

GOT NO ROOM IN MY HEAD FOR YOU.

JAY

WHY DO I LIKE GIRLS WHO THINK THEY’RE THE SHIT?

WHO FLIRT WITH EVERYONE THEY SEE?

WHY DO I LIKE GIRLS I ALSO WANNA PUNCH IN THE FACE

THE MOMENT THEY GET A BIT CLOSE TO ME?

WHY DO I LIKE GIRLS WHO BEHAVE

LIKE A 2000S HIGH SCHOOL SITCOM TROPE?

WHY DO I LIKE GIRLS WHO ARE DUMB AND SHALLOW?

GIRLS WHO LACK ALL COMMON SENSE BUT STILL HAVE HOPE?

FEELINGS ARE SHIT. LOVE IS A HOAX.

LOVE WILL KICK YOU IN THE SHINS, SPIT IN YOUR EYE!

ONLY THREE PEOPLE ACCOMPANY ME FROM BIRTH UNTIL DEATH:

REMINGTON/JAY

ME, MYSELF AND I!

…AND THE PEOPLE IN MY HEAD.

CALL ME SELFISH! WELL, IT’S TRUE.

GOT NO ROOM IN MY HEAD FOR YOU.

SOME PEOPLE FIND ONE PERSON THEY GIVE HOURS OF THEIR LIFE TO.

ONE PERSON WITH WHOM THEY SHARE A BIT OF THEIR PRIME.

ONE PERSON TO CARE ABOUT MORE THAN THEMSELVES.

ONE PERSON WHO COULD BREAK THEIR HEART AT ANY TIME!

WHAT’S WORSE? MARRIAGE! GOD, THE LEVEL OF TRUST!

THE LEVEL OF ATTRACTION THAT EXCEEDS SIMPLE LUST!

ONE PERSON TO EXCHANGE VOWS WITH, ONE PERSON TO TIE YOU DOWN,

JAY

ONE PERSON YOU TRY TO CONVINCE YOURSELF WILL ALWAYS BE AROUND!

REMINGTON/JAY

IF ANYONE WERE TO

JAY

KILL YOU, LIE TO YOU,

REMINGTON

MOCK YOU, MAKE YOU FROWN,

REMINGTON/JAY

USE YOU, ABUSE YOU,

JAY

OR, ‘CAUSE OF A MESSED-UP KID, SKIP TOWN,

REMINGTON/JAY

DON’T YOU THINK IT’D BE THE PERSON YOU LET YOUR GUARD DOWN FOR?

LOVE’S THE BIGGEST LIE SOCIETY FEEDS US.

AND IF ANYONE COULD GET THAT, I FEEL LIKE SHE MIGHT

SHE KNOWS ONLY THREE PEOPLE ACCOMPANY YOU FROM BIRTH UNTIL DEATH:

ME, MYSELF, AND I!

REMINGTON/JAY

GOT NO ROOM IN MY HEAD FOR YOU.

GUESS THAT’S WHY I LIKE GIRLS WHO DON’T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING.

‘CAUSE I KNOW THEY WON’T CARE ABOUT ME.

EVEN IF THEY’RE ASSHOLES, THEY WON’T RUIN MY LIFE.

JUST FLIT IN AND OUT OF IT WITHOUT APOLOGY.

ACT ONE

SCENE FOUR

(There are sounds of DAISY moving around in a kitchen, baking cookies. DR. MORELLO enters.)

DAISY

Oh, hey!

DR. MORELLO

Oh, that looks pristine.

DAISY

(endearingly at freshly baked tray of cookies)

Ohh, she is.

(looks up at DR. MORELLO)

Escaped the masses?

DR. MORELLO

(tired)

Tell me why is it I have to put up with teenage girls for hours on end again? No offense to you. You’re the most bearable of the three.

DAISY

It’s your job.

DR. MORELLO

Ah.

(DAISY puts on oven mitts and heads over to the oven, before opening the oven and taking out another tray of perfect, round, golden-brown sugar cookies.)

DR. MORELLO

Oh, that smells phenomenal!

DAISY

(taking the tray to the counter)

Look at us. Aren’t we little housewives. Making some cookies for them as they probably are making out outside.

DR. MORELLO

“Making out”? Oh, Daisy, get your mind out of the gutter.

DAISY

(getting plates) Better get used to the thought. It’s gonna be reality sooner or later if it hasn’t happened already and you know it.

(DR. MORELLO pauses and sighs.)

DR. MORELLO

I do hope you’re wrong. I don’t like the looks of that girl. Jay acts all tough, but she’s already been through so much...

(pauses)

Are you all right, by the way? I know none of us expected this, but —

DAISY

I’m fine.

(sets a plate in front of DR. MORELLO)

Really. Hey, do you want to try one of these? I upped the amount of vanilla extract, so...don’t hesitate to tell me if I’ve committed an atrocity against mankind.

(DR. MORELLO takes a bite.)

DR. MORELLO

Oh, no, delicious as ever! Keep up the good work. I’ll go ahead and order pizza for dinner — cheese is safe?

DAISY

Cheese is safe.

(louder)

Hey, Remy Ratatouille, do you like cheese?

REMINGTON

(loudly, from another room)

Of course I do! What kind of depraved life do you assume I lead?

(DAISY shrugs at DR. MORELLO, who nods.)

DR. MORELLO

Cheese is safe.

(DR. MORELLO exits. 5. Sugar Cookies.)

DAISY

SUGAR COOKIES!

EDIBLE GLITTER ON TOP.

BOUGHT IN A COLOR CALLED “HOLOGRAPHIC SKY.”

GOT THE LAST JAR OF IT STILL LEFT IN THE SHOP;

GRABBED IT RIGHT BEFORE A REAL TOUGH-LOOKING GUY.

BEING HOMESCHOOLED IN A WAY,

I’VE FOUND ACTIVITIES TO WASTE MY DAY,

MY FAVORITE OF WHICH, I HAVE TO SAY,

IS MAKING SUGAR COOKIES!

(starting to spread the frosting onto the cookies)

SUGAR COOKIES!

THEY’RE GLUTEN FREE!

HAVEN’T MADE SUCH A BIG BATCH IN A WHILE.

WELL, IT’S A LITTLE EXTRA. Y’KNOW, FOR THE NEW KID

IN THE WEIRD SUIT, WITH THE WEIRD SMILE

WHO’S EXACTLY JAY’S CUP OF TEA.

GOD, WHEN WILL SOMEONE MY TYPE SHOW UP FOR ME?

SOMEONE TO IMPRESS WITH MY ONLY SKILL IN LIFE:

MAKING SUGAR COOKIES.

AND I’LL TRY TO KEEP IT OUT OF MY MIND THAT SHE’S AN ELEVEN.

BREATHE IN THE SMELL OF GRANULATED SUGAR INSTEAD!

IF I MEASURE THIS RIGHT, THEY’LL TASTE LIKE HEAVEN!

THE FROSTING’S GOTTA BE

AT THE RIGHT CONSISTENCY.

LET’S SEE HOW MANY I STILL NEED TO FROST!

(counting)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...11. God!

AND I’LL TRY NOT TO THINK OF WHAT THAT NUMBER IMPLIES.

SPREAD SOME GLITTER. “HOLOGRAPHIC”! GREAT, YES, JUST A PINCH.

STOP THINKING THIS GIRL’S DOOMED TO AN INEVITABLE DEMISE?

PUT THEM ON A PLATE ALL PRETTY — GOD, I’M FEELING SHITTY!

SUGAR COOKIES!

I CAN MAKE ‘EM WHOLE-GRAIN!

TRY TO MAKE SURE I’M NOT GOING INSANE!

SUGAR COOKIES ALL FOR THE GUEST —

HOPE YOU STAY ALIVE LONGER THAN THE REST!

STAY OUT OF SIGHT, DON’T MEDDLE, YEAH, THAT’S WHAT I’D SUGGEST!

AND OH...TAKE A SUGAR COOKIE.

#transcript #perfect times eleven #px11 #ep 2 #daisy noxx #rupert morello #jay mazziotta #Remington long

[iammarylastar]

The Exception. 6. Epilogue 

They had 4 kids, Britany their little Bree, Luke, Adam and Chris. Life took the third back to God just a week after he was born. 

They cried, they mourned, weeks turning into months and Chris came unexpectedly, bringing happiness and joy back to the family.

Stefan stroked the old picture with his thumb.

Mieke and he were standing on the Sydney Bridge, Bree in his arms, Luke in his mother’s. Adam was still growing inside his mother’s womb, little angel who had been ghosting his memories for more than 50 years. 

Cora, as she was used to on each Sunday, took this picture in May 1945, Adam was born in June, about two months early.

They were celebrating the end of that damn war, the World sighed in relief but there was so many wounds to heal.

Europe, Russia had been devastated; Germany and Japan would pay for their faults for decades. Mankind would recover, maybe, and have its dignity and faith in humanity bringing goodness back.

Chris was missing in the black and white picture. He came the year after Adam died. 

Stefan felt a stab in his heart at the reminder. Mieke and he had been more devastated by his lost than any city blown up to ruins by bombings. 

They cried again and again, fighting hell to get up in the morning, trying their best to keep up a smile on their tired faces and raise their other children. Mieke had acted like a ghost for months and all his attempts to cheer her up failed miserably. She closed her heart and her thighs to him, slowly fading away. 

One night where she was silently crying, he took her in his arms and rocked her gently; his chin on the top of her head, whispering soothing love words in her ear as she finally let it go. 

She cried and hit her fists on his chest, biting his shoulder to keep herself from screaming too loudly. She dug her nails deep into his skin, leaving marks, and then slapped his face with all the force she had left. 

Like it was his fault. Like it could be someone’s fault. 

He let her straddle him as she was beating him up, until she crashed down on him, exhausted and panting. He wrapped his wife close to his chest and sat up; combed back her hair damped with tears, stroked lightly her perfect lines, then brushed her lower lips, red from being bitten to blood.

“Mieke, I love you.”

He just said.

She stared at him for a solid minute, reading deep sadness in his eyes, along with hope. And love.

She leant over to brush her lips on his, and then pushed him back to the mattress. Grabbing the hem of her nightdress, she rolled the cloth up her thighs and lifted her ass up to line up with his shaft. Her fingers grasped his pec, and she sighed as she slid down his cock, her eyes never leaving his.

She made love to him, the same way she always had, in their other life.

Chris came 9 full months later. They welcomed this strong young boy, healthy and bald. Happiness filled their house again, along with the cries of the newborn, hungry both for life and milk.

The Kaiser was right; they fought for human rights and equality on each occasion. 

They fought for the rights of the natives, and drove to Canberra that day in 2008, when Kevin Rudd apologized officially for the shameful way Australia treated Aboriginals and the stolen generation.

They fought for the equality between men and women, between all human beings, whatever colour their skin was.

They fought against the ‘gay panic defense’ law, which allowed people to justify a murder in the name of their fear of homosexuals.

More recently they fought for gay and lesbian’s rights, hoping for them to be allowed to get married one day. Love was love after all.

They were involved in several causes and proud to teach this to their children. Goodness and justice as a legacy. 

And Australia was on its way to the fairness she claimed.

Mieke died the year before, in her mid 70s. Breast cancer. At least, he had all his family back home for the funerals.

Stefan let a sob out, it still hurt so much. They had a good life together; they could tell they knew love and happiness. Which he wished to all his children and grand children.

Brittany married twice and gave birth to three girls. She had to follow her latest husband to Perth and he missed his little Bree so much. She called her mom and dad every day by phone or Skype. 

Handwritten letters and much awaited mails were bygone days. He wondered how things would have gone if Mieke had been able to call the Kaiser with her IPhone and get an answer by fax or e-mail within an hour. 

Anyway, the two or three times a year he had them home was never enough to enjoy his beloved daughter and her team, to which he loved telling stories of their mother as a child. She still thought she was born here in Sydney, as written and stamped on her certificate of birth.

Luke had always been a lonely and introvert child, only fully alive when talking about ocean and what’s beyond. He was eager to travel the world, dreaming of being a sailor or working on an oil rig. He loved staying all by himself and told his parents he didn’t feel like he belonged there. He was only 6.

Mieke had cried many rivers, blaming herself not to have been able to take care for him after Adam died, foreseeing their son leaving their household at an early age, which she wouldn’t survive as she repeated again and again. 

She survived though, when he came home at 17, hired as a steward on a yacht, bound for a cruise to French Polynesia. He was over excited, about to ‘live the dream’ , jumping up and down through the house, packing his stuff and shoving them in a big duffle bag.

Pulling his crying mother in a huge hug, he begged, subtly delivering the speech he had prepared for the occasion.

“Mom, this is what makes me happy. I promise I’ll send you postcards from every single place I land on. Mom, please, let me go.”

Stefan looked at the wall where thousands of cards were pinned. There was no country in the world Luke had not put a foot on. 

He tried to settle down in Sydney when he was 30, even took a wife and had a son. But this was not a life for him. He had stayed at bay for 4 years but the ocean screamed his name so loud every fucking day and he had to struggle too hard not to pack and leave within the second.

Chris had always been his favorite. Not really his fav but they always had been very close. Thinking alike, same sense of humour, same skills in teasing and winking, same no skill in taking pics. Mieke was use to mocking them, saying they couldn’t take a good picture to save their lives. 

Chris married a blonde beauty who brought two children into the world. A girl and boy. 

They named their first born Bree, after Chris big sister. And the boy was weirdly called Jai, a name he had never heard before, Stephen as a middle name. Like his beloved grand pa.

Bree had dark eyes and hair, she reminded him of Mieke so much. Smart and beautiful, she wanted to become a teacher like her mother. She was surprisingly -not that much- very skilled in foreign languages.

The boy was the perfect Aussie bloke, blonde curls, amazing blue eyes, sporty, cheeky and kind of a womanizer. He had inherited his frame but looked so much like his mother. Pretty allergic to each foreign language that was not deep accented australian.

He often paid a visit to his grand parents, shamelessly skipping school to sip a beer with his grand pa, chitchatting about girls, life and acting. It had always been his passion, playing someone else, telling stories.

He was chasing the gig, dreaming of a career in Hollywood.

Stefan chuckled. He and Mieke had been very talented at it. Being someone else, telling stories, lying about their roots.

Mieke made him swear to never ever speak about their former life. Too dangerous. The shadow of what happened when they arrived in Sydney haunted her brain and she told him she’d rather kill him than relive those bad times. 

Their deepest secret had laid under a floorboard since they moved in this house, after Luke was born. Sealed like their lips. 

The ID they made whilst in London before leaving, Nietzsche’s 'Beyond good and evil’ he still remembered Mieke’s note and the first page by heart. The letter the Kaiser wrote to save Stefan’s life. The official court decision that made him a free man. Their wedding pic. Few pics of them taking pose with Cora or Marvin before they had to cut ties with them. To keep the secret.

It was a miracle that none of their children or grandchildren ever asked about their roots, their story, where Mieke’s name came from or why she kept calling his husband Stefan instead of Stephen.

The rules of family secrets. No questions.

At some point, he would have to tell his family the truth. 

Stefan Brandt and Mieke De Jong. 

The Kaiser Willem II. The spy, the murders, the war, the run. The real story of Bree’s birth. Her real name. The reason she named all her dolls Cora. The real reason why Luke lived for sailing. Running from Oz to find where he was really from. 

The reason why Jai wanted to be somebody else for a living.

The real story of the Courtney’s.

@captstefanbrandt @kenzieam @beautifulramblingbrains @pathybo @beltz2016 @bookwarm85 @jaicourtneyseyes @oddsnendsfanfics @frecklefaceb @writingismyhappytime @badassbaker @anditcametopass @kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995

@tigpooh67 @societalfailure @singingpeople

#the exception #jai courtney #epilogue

[rabidwrestlingfan]

If You Were Smart

A/N: The wait is over! This was actually a first for me in the aspect of writing a nameless character. I will apologize for my bad case of Wall-Of-Textitis, I can't properly format to save my life. I really hope it's as good as you hoped. I tried my hardest not to change any of the anon sections, but I did have to change the wording of one. -------------------------------------- She had always loved PWG shows. Of course she loved the other promotions she worked with, mainly ROH, as well. There was just something about the Reseda crowd that you couldn't find anywhere else. Her match had started the night, so that left her backstage with an ice pack pressed to her ribs. She had sat through five minutes of Adam Cole's blabbing before she had enough. He thought that he was God's gift to mankind. She thought he was the exact opposite. That was her last thought before she walked out of the curtain. Adam stopped mid-sentence when he seen the woman appear. "Well hello there, beautiful. Come down here to get a better look at a God?" He asked with his signature smirk. Once she was inside the ring, and had a microphone, she laughed. "Actually, I came out here to save the crowd from having to listen to you praise yourself even more. Is it even possible for your ego to get any bigger?" She asked with a smirk of her own. The two had never formally met in or out of the ring. She had always stayed as far away from him as she possibly could. "Are you saying you don't think I deserve the praise, baybay? Is somebody a little jealous that she's not in the spotlight? Sorry to break it to you, but you never have been. You went from a mediocre loner to a mediocre Briscoe sidekick. Only attention you've had is because of your body, princess." He seemed incredibly confident that she'd run off after that. In fact most women probably would have. "Do you regularly regurgitate what you hear backstage, or am I an exception? You could of at least put your own spin on it!" The woman exclaimed with a laugh. It was all things that had been said almost constantly over the last two and a half years. Before he could even try to respond she got an idea. "Why don't you show me just how great you are? Fight me right here and now without your bitch club buddies." Adam chuckled at her words. "Princess, I'm not going to fight you. And before you start the hoorah of being stronger than any man, let me explain. I ain't getting between those gorgeous legs today if you lose. I can't just give out a victory, either. You see my problem?" The woman in question rolled her eyes before getting to work. In mere seconds she had hit him with a solid kick followed by a hurricanrana. "That's the only way you're getting between my legs, handsome." Upon seeing the commotion Nick and Matt made their presence known, running to the ring. Before they could so much as move towards the woman Adam held his hand up. "Boys! She's just playing hard to get. Fiesty little thing, I'll give her that. I guarantee by the end of the night she'll be in my bed." The woman rolled her eyes with a sigh. "I'd rather sleep with Kyle, thanks. I'm just not that into you." Before she could leave the ring she heard it. "That's what they all say, princess." When she finally got to the locker room she felt like she was crawling out of her skin. How could one man be so frustrating? Luckily none of the other women were there to see the tantrum she threw afterwards. Her plans of getting under his skin had totally backfired. Almost against her will she went searching for him. He was leaned against her car when she made her way to the parking lot. "Knew it'd be a matter of time before you came looking." With a growl she pulled him into a rough kiss. Adam let out a huff of laughter once they broke apart. "Still think I'm too cocky, princess?" He whispered against her lips. She kissed his jaw with a sigh. "Please, just shut up." The begging tone in her voice made a smile spread across his face. Before she could continue her decent down his neck he pulled her into another kiss, tongue invading her mouth. Her senses were filled with Adam Cole. Her will to leave growing dimmer as the seconds passed. Without a second thought she pushed his unzipped hoodie from his body, letting it drop to the pavement. She vaguely heard cars door starting to shut, meaning the show was over. It was when she started pushing his shirt up that Adam finally pulled away. "If I let you do that I'll fuck you right here, princess. Get in the car." She followed his orders immediately. Somewhere in her mind she knew it was mistake, but she was too far gone to listen. The first thing she seen when she opened her eyes were her clothes strewn everywhere. There was undoubtedly garments missing from the pile. The woman rolled over gingerly, everything in her body protesting. It had been a rough night. The other side of the bed was empty. With a huff of frustration she grabbed the note lying on the empty pillow. "Didn't want to wake you. Hope you had as much fun as I did. We'll have to do this again real soon, baybay. Left tab open so you could eat. - Adam" The woman read over the note multiple times before sitting up in the bed. Her bags were sitting beside the bathroom door, meaning Adam had brought them up before he left. His mood swings almost gave her whiplash by just thinking about them. One second he was outrageously cocky and the next he was being sweet and kind. She quickly shook the thoughts away before getting up and grabbing her shower essentials. No matter what the numerous hickeys littering her body seemed portray, she knew better. Adam was known for the mob of women he blew through. He had never been a one woman man. She was sure the marks were meant to make her life more miserable. Their parking lot tongue battle had garnered a lot of stares. It got to the point that she had to turn her phone off before they even got to the hotel. She was honestly afraid to turn the device back on. There weren't a ton of people that she trusted, but there were enough that knew this was out of the ordinary. She had never been known to be promiscuous, which had started a lot of rumors. It seemed like everything started rumors though. It took her four hours to turn her phone on. Seven weeks later she was sitting on another hotel room floor with tears streaming down her face. This absolutely could not be happening. The day after the Adam incident she had sprained her wrist during a session of angry training. When that had pretty much cleared up she started traveling with the Briscoes once more, only to immediately get hit with the flu. The last two weeks had been hell. She couldn't keep much down, had horrible dizzy spells, and generally hadn't gotten out of bed unless necessary. All the sleep in the world hadn't seemed to help it in the least. But she had powered through and continued traveling with the argument of definitely needing the paycheck when she was well. That, and knowing she had no one else to watch after her, made the brothers reluctantly surrender the argument. Yet the night before had been the last straw. Jay made it very clear she had twenty-four hours for her condition to improve before he would force her to the hospital. It was a dark realisation that lead her to her current predicament. While she had always been irregular she had never gone this long without a visit from aunt Flo. Without so much as changing out of her pajamas she made her way to the closest pharmacy as fast as possible. About an hour later and here she was. Unable to stop crying with her back against one of the two beds in the room. Of course that's when the door opened. "Well, I'll be damned! Look who fin-" It took Mark a second to see her, and he stopped talking as soon as he did. "What's wrong?" Jay asked before pushing past his brother. Mark was never lost for words and it automatically alarmed the older Briscoe. Jay took in the multiple objects by her feet before his eyes slowly drifted to her. "Oh shit..." He whispered quietly. He knew exactly what was laying next to her. It wasn't a flu. In the flash of an eye the door was closed and the brothers were next to her, bags haphazardly shoved aside. Jay pulled her into his arms tightly as soon as he was next to her on the ground. She had always been closer to him. "I don't know much about this stuff, but I know all these tears ain't good. You can't be all stressed out like this. It's gonna be alright, girl." He told her quietly. Mark quietly sat on her other side and gently rubbed what he could of her back. It was clear once the brothers looked at each other that they were only certain of one thing. They were going to fucking kill Adam Cole. "We'll figure it all out. I promise." It was about two months after their "special night" when he seen her again. She was backstage talking to Dalton Castle. "You're looking nice, princess." Adam told her as he walked past them to the locker room. The Bucks looked both relieved and worried when they seen him. Before he could ask Matt held up a plastic stick. "Know who this could belong to? 'Cause it's not here for either of us, and we're pretty sure it's not for the others." Adam grabbed it and examined it. It was positive. Adam's heart jumped in his chest. This couldn't be real. He didn't know her at all outside the ring. Hell, he barely knew her name. Without another word he flew out of the locker room and back to where he had seen her moments earlier. Paying no mind to the other man, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the nearest empty room he could find. Once they were both inside the closet, and the door was locked he started talking. "Don't worry, Adam. I'm on the pill. Those were your EXACT words." A sad chuckle escaped her lips when he spoke. "You really think I was looking to get knocked up by a pretentious asshole? I'd die before I crossed that line." It was nearly impossible to look at anything but each other in the cramped space. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around her midsection, like she was protecting herself. "Nobody even has to know it's yours. I just thought you deserved to know before it got obvious." He didn't tell her he wasn't the one who found the test. "So you're keeping it?" He asked bluntly. The woman tightened her grip on herself before responding. "Yeah, in fact I am. Nothing you can say that's going to change that." She peered up at him almost as if she was daring him to protest. He ran his hand down his face with a sigh. "You really think no one's going to expect something. Bucks found the test and I just pulled you away from Castle like you were on fire. Besides everyone seen you basically undress me in the parking lot that night." The woman couldn't help but laugh at his words. "You know you could at least pretend to care about YOUR child. But since you're so worried about your reputation, and getting your dick wet, I'll let you in on a secret." She stood on her tip toes to whisper in his ear before speaking once more. "I kinda valet for these guys, you should know them. The Briscoes. Well Jay has already agreed to publicly tell everyone it's his to help me out." Adam's eyes grew wide. Of all people it had to be Jay. Once she was flat on her feet again she seen the look of shock on his face. "Jay would rather die then do anything to remotely help me. Was our romp just to make the big hick mad? Have you been sucking his dick this whole time?" Anger filled every vein in her body. Jay and Mark had basically saved her career when she started giving up on herself. Her knee abruptly connected with his groin, fists hammering on his back as he went to his knees. "How dare you!" She yelled as she continued swinging. She couldn't be happier Adam had taken them so far away from the main hubbub backstage. If he hadn't someone surly would have bust in upon hearing the literal growls leaving her throat. Suddenly her hands were caught in his bigger ones, wrists twisted just enough to cause a twinge of pain. "You're lucky you're knocked up. Bet your good ol' country boy was just crushed when he found out I was the one who got the job done. Has he ever made you feel as good as I did that night?" She knew there was no way to break his grasp in the position, and small space, they were in. With anger still buzzing around her body she went with her instincts and spit in his hair. He let out a groan of disgust before getting back to his feet. "Is it really my kid? Or is all this just something elaborate to get in my head? Are you even pregnant, princess?" He asked with a sneer. The anger was starting to shine in his blue eyes. When he didn't immediately get a response he chuckled. "Why don't you go ask Jay and Mark? Or better yet go ask Dalton, who found me crying after I left the test. I'd never stoop to your level to get in your head. I didn't even do that when I was in the ring with you." She could have gotten that match with him if she really tried. Instead she tried to work up to that point, which obviously backfired. "All of my hard work is put on hold. All my momentum vanished when I told the higher ups I was pregnant earlier." Somewhere deep inside he felt a slight twinge of guilt upon hearing her last words. Any future she had in wrestling was, at the very least, temporarily uprooted. It was everything else that made him open his mouth. "This isn't all on me even if it is my kid. It was a joint decision to go on after the condom broke." He justified harshly. The woman sneered at him. "It IS your kid. You're the only person I've slept with in the last five months, asshole. I never expressly said it was either our faults, but it's happening whether you like it or not." After a solid minute of tense silence Adam let her hands go. She instantly covered her midsection once more, only this time he realized what she was doing. "You really think I'm that fucked up, princess?" The sour look on his face helped voice his displeasure at the thought. "Everyone handles stress differently. You'd be surprised." The woman answered timidly. He pried her arms apart and set them against her sides. What had she been through that made her expect him to attack? "Well, I don't deal with it like that." It hurt that this woman automatically thought he'd swing on her. Even if he absolutely despised children he couldn't imagine doing THAT. "What's the plan?" The woman felt like it was a loaded question. "If you decide to walk out? Whenever I tell everyone I'll tell them it's Jay's. Then I do what I can to take care of me and my child. I mean you didn't have a hard time believing I was sleeping with him. I'm sure he'll be there for all the milestones anyways, so that helps with keeping up appearances. If you decide you want to help, we'll tell everyone the news and go from there." She answered truthfully. They were complete strangers thrust into a messed up situation. Adam voiced the first thought he had. "You've always seemed closer to Jay. And you always room with them." The way he said it sounded so judgemental that she had to restrain from hitting him again. "I met him first. This girl's friends tried coming after me in the ring and he saved my ass. We just clicked after that. I love Mark too, don't get me wrong, but Jay's always been the first one there when I need anything. They're the older brothers I never knew I wanted or needed. Rooming with them makes since when you think about it. I don't have to chance anyone messing with my shit, and I get to hang out with my best friends." She didn't know what made her feel the intense need to explain the situation. The hatred between Jay and Adam was something she knew would never end. While she was trying to stay on good terms with Adam she wasn't going to let him drag her family in the dirt. It was seconds later that she felt her phone vibrating wildly in her pocket. "You have a month to think things over, Cole." Her eyes met his before she spoke once more. "Every kid deserves a dad. I know most who don't have one end up find. But some of them... some of them accidentally end up in bed with a stranger." Just like that she was gone. Later that night Adam found himself stepping outside. He needed the fresh air to help clear his mind before his match. He didn't know he wasn't alone. "If you were smart, you'd take the out my brother gave you. It's the only thing you'll ever get from him." A voice that was undeniably the younger Briscoe said. He was leaning against a wall looking at the sky, shadowed in the fading light. "Is this supposed to intimidate me?" Adam asked with a laugh. He should have known something like this would happen. "It's supposed to remind you that you're dealing with other people's lives. She doesn't need to constantly worry about WHEN you'll be tired of being a dad. That baby shouldn't grow up not knowing who it's dad will bring home next. Let Jay take the fall for your stupidity and let us clean up the mess. If you were smart you'd back away." Adam couldn't even respond before Matt was sticking his head out of the door telling him they were almost up. "Be smart." Was the last thing he heard before entering the building with even more questions.

[sheilacwall]

Jay-Z & Numerology – 444

Jay-Z & Numerology 444

It feels surreal writing this on my birthday, being 44 and born on the 13th.

Jay-Z’s 13th album was named 4:44. Most rappers see themselves as “street prophets” and whilst Jay-Z has done tracks such as “Lucifer”, his wife Beyonce is deeply religious, being brought up singing in church in Houston, Texas.

Beyonce also bought a church in New Orleans for $850,000.

To understand 4:44, you need to understand the background with Beyonce writing an album, “Lemonade” in response to Jay-Z’s cheating. 4:44 is Jay’z response. His apology.

Jay-Z on the Meaning of 4:44

Jay was giving nothing away, leaving it for the listeners to find out and buy the album:

“4:44′ is a song that I wrote, and it’s the crux of the album, just right in the middle of the album. And I woke up, literally, at 4:44 in the morning, 4:44 AM, to write this song. So it became the title of the album and everything. It’s the title track because it’s such a powerful song, and I just believe one of the best songs I’ve ever written.”

In Dec. of 2013, just one day before he turned 44, Jay revealed he and Bey would go vegan for 22 days. The duration of the diet seemed somewhat random; however, the rapper explained that the number four played a huge part in deciding the time span:

“Why now?” he wrote on his blog, Life + Times. “There’s something spiritual to me about it being my 44th birthday and the serendipity behind the number of days in this challenge; 22 (2+2=4) coupled with the fact that the challenge ends on Christmas day…It just feels right!” And we should also remember that Jay once took the number four to linguistic extremes with his track “44 Fours,” a latter-day sequel to his 1996 track “22 Two’s.”

4:44 was released on 30th June, 2017 – if you add these numbers up, it comes to 26.

Biblical Meaning of 4:44

As our Biblical timeline of Jesus’ life shows, his ministry began on September 11 in 26 A.D. the same day the devil began his forty days of temptation. This day fell on a Wednesday, the 4th day of the week.

September 11 was not only the Day of Atonement in 26, it was the start of the Jubilee year (Luke 4:16 – 21, see also Isaiah 61:1 – 2). In Jesus first recorded public address in Nazareth, he links his ministry and message to this special period of liberty and freedom which occurred every 50th year and was announced on Atonement (Leviticus 25).

September 11 in 26 A.D. is thus an incredibly rare and momentous day in human history! The four-fold major events that took place, or began, on this day are the Day of Atonement, the start of the Jubilee Year, the start of Jesus’ ministry, and the beginning of the devil’s efforts to derail God’s plan to save humans.

So, take your pick, is Jay-Z atoning for his sins or is it the start of the devil’s plan to derail civilization, lol?

Jesus’ public ministry ended on a Wednesday, on the same 4th day of the week it started. It ceased in 30 A.D. when he was crucified and died on April 5 (the day portion of Passover) as a sacrifice for mankind’s sins.

The Day of Atonement in 26 A.D. corresponds on the Hebrew calculated calendar (used to determine God’s annual Feast Days) to Tishri 10 in the Hebrew year 3787. Jesus’ death in 30 A.D. corresponds to Nisan 14 in Hebrew year 3790. This means his entire ministry lasted 44 months (Hebrew years 3787 and 3789 had 13 months in them) and 4 days for the number 444!

Numerology & Other Meanings Surrounding 4:44

The 44th President of the USA is Barack Obama, a good friend of the Carters

Jay-Z’s birthday is December 4, while Beyoncé’s is September 4. (Bey’s mother, Tina Lawson, also has a birthday on January 4.)

The couple were married on April 4, 2008, which means their anniversary is 4/4 each year.

The singer went a little bit deeper during her 2011 Live at Roseland: Elements of 4 concert series. During one of the four performances, Bey claimed her entire wedding date was significant, not just the day and month: “On April 4, 2008—eight divided by two is four—[Jay Z] put a ring on it.”

Oh, and shortly after the two tied the knot, they got matching tattoos on their ring fingers of the Roman numeral 4: “IV.” That number is also seen in the middle name of their first child: Blue Ivy Carter – Ivy is the phonetic spelling of the Roman numeral.

444 was the street address where Jay-Z had an argument with Beyonce’s sister, Selange, in an elevator.

Don’t forget that Jay-Z is the king of the “triple entendre” and 4:44 may represent that.

The album also followed 9 years after Kanye’s “808 & Heartbreaks”. If 808 represents a heart and it is broken, that becomes 44.

Jay-Z – 4:44 (Music Video)

4:44 the song opens up with a small boy singing Nina Simone’s “Feeling Good” performed in 1965. But, she didn’t write it. It was actually written by English composers Anthony Newley and Leslie Bricusse for the musical The Roar of the Greasepaint – The Smell of the Crowd.

In the show, Price’s character is asked to perform a game against the show’s hero “Cocky”, but as “Cocky” and his master “Sir” argue over the rules, “the Negro” reaches the centre of the stage and “wins”, singing the song at his moment of triumph. It was described as a “booming song of emancipation”.

As Bob Marley says, “Emancipate Yourself from Mental Slavery”, which Kanye West clumsily rebooted and was made a sacrificial lamb for, but ended up pushing him closer to God. His falling out with Jay-Z made him not only become closer to his wife, family & religion, but reunite with his father.

“My dad came to visit me at one of our ranches in Cody, Wyoming. He talked about his love for fishing, and how he could come here in the summers,” Kanye wrote. “It took me 42 years to realize that my dad was my best friend.”

“He asked me, ‘How many acres is this?’ I told him 4,000. He replied with these three words: ‘A black man?‘” Kanye continued.

Kanye continues to reach out to Kanye, both on Brothers and on “Closed on Sunday”.

Remember Beyonce’s album “Lemonade” and Jay-Z & Kanye did “Watch the Throne” together.

I believe Closed on Sunday is also refencing Jay-Z and Beyonce. Wanting their kids to play together.

[Chorus] Closed on Sunday, you’re my Chick-fil-A Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A Hold the selfies, put the ’Gram away Get your family, y’all hold hands and pray When you got daughters, always keep ’em safe Watch out for vipers, don’t let them indoctrinate Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A You’re my number one, with the lemonade Raise our sons, train them in the faith Through temptations, make sure they’re wide awake Follow Jesus, listen and obey No more livin’ for the culture, we nobody’s slave

[Verse] Stand up for my home Even if I take this walk alone I bow down to the King upon the throne My life is His, I’m no longer my own I pray to God that He’ll strengthen my hand They will think twice steppin’ onto my land I draw the line, it’s written in the sand Try me and you will see that I ain’t playin’ Now, back up off my family, move your hands I got my weapons in the spirit’s land I, Jezebel don’t even stand a chance Jezebel don’t even stand a chance

Anyway, it is Jay-Z’s most honest song at an attempt at atonement.

You can read a full explanation of the 4:44 video here.

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What We’re Talking About: A MAHG Reading Roundup 3

Every summer, TeachingAmericanHistory brings together scholars and teachers from around the nation to our campus in Ashland to enjoy week-long seminars on focused topics in American history and government. These courses can be taken for graduate credit, or simply for your personal enrichment — some participants describe the experience as an “intellectual retreat” where they can enjoy both conversation and collegiality.

If you aren’t able to join us in person this summer, we hope you’ll consider joining us in spirit by checking out some of the myriad texts we’ll be discussing. If you’re reading along, we invite you to join the conversation using #TAHreading to share your thoughts!

Jason Stevens, THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION

The American Revolution: A History, by Gordon S. Wood

Clocking in at fewer than 200 pages, Gordon Wood’s short history of the American Revolution is essential reading for anyone interested in learning more about the birth of the United States. Amateur and professional historians alike will find something new and useful in this concise and precise rendering of the Revolution’s origins, battles, and social and political aftermath. For example, did you know that although only nine colleges existed in America by 1776, sixteen more were established over the course of the next twenty-five years? I didn’t. This fact alone reveals something true and beautiful about the uniqueness of America and Americans. A new nation founded on the principles of self-government, unlike all other nations that had ever existed in the history mankind, requires citizens be educated in those principles. Without this education, citizens will not be able to maintain their democratic republic through succeeding generations, and the success of the American experiment in self-government will fade out over time. Wood’s narrative not only stresses the importance of that education, but contributes to it in a much-needed way. All this and much more comes through in Wood’s brief yet brilliant rendering of the American Revolution, without ever collapsing into ‘history lite.’ It is a delightful little book that is a great pleasure to read. See more of what we’ll be reading on the class syllabus.

David Hadley and David F. Krugler, THE RISE OF MODERN AMERICA

David Hadley: I’d like to recommend an essay that we’ll be using an excerpt from Randolph Bourne’s The State. It is a fascinating consideration of the effect of war on a democratic society. Perhaps most famous for Bourne’s observation that “War is the health of the state,” Bourne wrote during World War I to explain the contradiction between the U.S. goal of making the world safe for democracy and the increasingly restrictive policies of the U.S. government at home amid the rising tide of anti-German sentiment. Differing from many progressives of the time, including his former teacher John Dewey, Bourne argued that the war could not be made to serve progressive ends; the war had its own logic, and while the power of the government might increase in ways the progressives approved, ultimately the war increased the symbolic power of the state in ways previously unknown in the American experience.  The elevation of the state as the symbol of the nation, Bourne feared, could damage American democratic traditions.

Bourne died in the 1918-19 influenza pandemic while still refining “The State”, leaving an incomplete but still deeply considered and provocative essay behind him. One need not agree with all of his arguments or observations (as I do not) to find in it important questions about the meaning and potential implications of the United States’ rise as a global military superpower. See more of what we’ll be reading on the class syllabus.

Cara Rogers and Sarah Morgan Smith, COLONIAL AMERICA

Cara Rogers: When I teach the history of the Puritans and slavery, I use four primary texts that the National Humanities Center conveniently placed side-by-side in a combined document. Students read an antislavery pamphlet by Samuel Sewall (who was the only Salem Witch Trial judge to publically apologize for that affair), the counter-attack from proslavery Puritan John Saffin, a rebuttal by Sewall, and finally the compromise position taken by Rev. Cotton Mather. The Sewall and Saffin arguments are presented on the same pages, in two columns, so that students can easily see how Saffin attempted to rebut Sewall’s antislavery positions point-by-point. Because these Puritan writers were attempting to persuade their readers by utilizing stories from the Bible, students who are familiar with Christianity will quickly be able to engage with the relative strengths and weaknesses of the pro- and antislavery sides. I also encourage students to come to their own conclusions regarding whether or not Christian scripture approves, condones or condemns owning slaves, and this approach has led to robust classroom debates that both help students to understand the perspectives of the 1700s and to recognize the ways in which the Puritans’ arguments still resonate today.

Sarah Morgan Smith: Among the things that I like best about this class is the chance to highlight the connection between the ideas undergirding the seventeenth century English revolutions and the later American Revolution. Focusing some attention on colonial understandings of the overthrow of the Stuarts (first in the 1640s and then again in 1689) helps remind us that Jefferson, Adams and the rest were part of a much longer tradition of political resistance theorizing that had deep theological roots. We’ll be reading some of the 17th century texts directly, but we’ll also take a quick peek forward into the 18th century with Jonathan Mayhew’s classic Discourse Concerning Unlimited Submission and Non-Resistance to the Higher Powers. Mayhew preached the sermon on the 100th anniversary of the execution of Charles I, and he uses stirring theological arguments to remind his auditors that those who threaten their liberties are not only their enemies, but also the enemies of God, who ordained government for the good of humankind. He draws his rationale for political resistance not merely from the need for self-preservation, but from a deep sense of piety. See more of what we’’ll be reading on the class syllabus.

Jay Green, RELIGION IN AMERICAN HISTORY AND POLITICS

Charles Reagan Wilson, Baptized in Blood: The Religion of the Lost Cause, 1865-1920 (Athens: University of Georgia Press, 1980)

During Week 3, I am teaching Religion in American History and Politics, which, in general, surveys encounters between conventional religious beliefs and institutions (Methodists, Baptists, Catholics, etc.) in American political life.  But there’s another way of thinking about “religion” in American political history that is equally important but not always conceived of as religious: the practice of sacralizing and ritualizing elements of American culture and civic identity; what Robert Bellah labeled civil religion.  It is civil religion that gives Americans a collective sense of transcendence about what it means to be “American.”  To the extent that we treat our national symbols, heroes, and “holy days” with reverence and awe, we are participating in the rites of American civil religion.  

Charles Reagan Wilson’s classic, Baptized in Blood, gives us a deep dive into the ways southern culture following Appomattox shaped and solidified its own distinct civil religion. A body of sacred myths—fueled by evangelical revivalism—provided a foundation for postbellum southerners to explain the meaning of the Civil War to themselves in ways that both softened the trauma of defeat and allowed them to suppress the moral difficulties of its origins in slavery.  This “religion of the Lost Cause” gave the south a distinctive (and distinctively religious) character and system of values that still has resonance to this day.  In an age of outrage over kneeling at the national anthem and rising demands to remove Confederate monuments, Wilson’s nearly forty-year-old guide to civil religion’s power is as relevant and helpful as ever.  See more of what we’ll be reading on the class syllabus.

Mack Mariani and Sarah Burns, THE CONGRESS

Mack Mariani: I can think of no better source for a study of Congress than The Founder’s Constitution. Essentially this text provides the original source material that the Founders’ drew upon when crafting and debating the U.S. Constitution. The material is organized around each clause of the Constitution, so you can get a sense of the ideas, history and arguments of the Founders that went into each particular provision.

We have one reading that comes directly from The Founder’s Constitution, which is a section of Madison’s notes from the Constitutional Convention on the debate over apportionment. Students can access the entire Founders’ Constitution online or they can also get bound paperbacks of the five volumes for a reasonable price from Liberty Fund.

Reading Madison’s Notes on the Convention helps one understand why so many people revere the Founders.  The Founders were extraordinarily well read and thoughtful about the decisions they were making.  They drew heavily on history and political philosophy, applying lessons from these sources to the problems of the day.  The depth and complexity of the Founders’ arguments is something to marvel at, particularly when placed in contrast to the comparatively low quality of the arguments and debates that seem to dominate contemporary politics. Madison’s Notes also give us a sense of the Founders as politicians and the fact that the Constitution can be viewed as a product of compromises made by politicians who were very aware of the interests that they served. 

Sarah Burns: I would also add Herbert Storing’s excellent (and short!) book called What the Antifederalists Were For. Although The Federalist Papers always gets top billing, having some knowledge about the Antifederalists will enrich one’s appreciation of the period and the depth of the dialogue among the Founders. Storing is an expert in the Antifederalists, having compiled their works into a collection. See more of what we’ll be reading on the class syllabus.

Lucas Morel and Kathleen Pfieffer, THE CIVIL WAR IN AMERICAN HISTORY AND LITERATURE

Lucas Morel: Two readings for the course on the “History and Literature of the Civil War” focus on how Americans should remember the Civil War. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr., who delivered  the “Memorial Day Speech” (May 30, 1884), and Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, who offered the “Dedication of the Main Monuments at Gettysburg” (October 3, 1889) were veterans of the War, both having fought for the Union side but coming to opposing opinions on the significance of that cataclysmic event for later generations of Americans. Their reflections upon the meaning of dying for one’s country and the importance of the American experiment in self-government raise similar questions about our current debates over Confederate monuments and  institutions named after slaveholders, as well as the ongoing debate over “the Lost Cause.” Why is the cause of the Civil War still a debated subject, and how could this inform current discussions over the justice of slavery reparations?

Kathy Pfieffer: The questions Lucas raises have an interesting parallel in post Civil War literature, particularly in popular short stories that tried to shape the legacy of slavery.  On the one hand, the tales in Legends of the Old Plantation, written by Joel Chandler Harris (a white Southerner) tended to romanticize antebellum plantation life with nostalgic depictions of the kindly, genial Uncle Remus and his whimsical stories about Bre’r Fox and Bre’r Rabbit. In Harris’s fiction, everything was better before the War. Harris’s idealized vision was later reinforced through the Disney adaptation Song of the South, where beloved old Uncle Remus was so happy he broke into song — “Zip-A-Dee-Doo Dah.” By contrast, when African-American writer Charles Chesnutt crafted his Conjure Tales, he set the former slave character Uncle Julius firmly within the context of Reconstruction, with all of its broken promises. While Uncle Julius’s storytelling is masked in the quaint dialect and clever turns of phrase that characterized the tales of Uncle Remus, the stories themselves depict brutal violence and family separation, testifying to deep despair.  Chesnutt’s vision challenges us to consider whose voices, and whose stories, are amplified, and asks what is lost when we silence, diminish, or suppress the painful parts of our history. See more of what we’ll be reading on the class syllabus.

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Jay-Z & Numerology – 444

Jay-Z & Numerology 444

It feels surreal writing this on my birthday, being 44 and born on the 13th.

Jay-Z’s 13th album was named 4:44. Most rappers see themselves as “street prophets” and whilst Jay-Z has done tracks such as “Lucifer”, his wife Beyonce is deeply religious, being brought up singing in church in Houston, Texas.

Beyonce also bought a church in New Orleans for $850,000.

To understand 4:44, you need to understand the background with Beyonce writing an album, “Lemonade” in response to Jay-Z’s cheating. 4:44 is Jay’z response. His apology.

Jay-Z on the Meaning of 4:44

Jay was giving nothing away, leaving it for the listeners to find out and buy the album:

“4:44′ is a song that I wrote, and it’s the crux of the album, just right in the middle of the album. And I woke up, literally, at 4:44 in the morning, 4:44 AM, to write this song. So it became the title of the album and everything. It’s the title track because it’s such a powerful song, and I just believe one of the best songs I’ve ever written.”

In Dec. of 2013, just one day before he turned 44, Jay revealed he and Bey would go vegan for 22 days. The duration of the diet seemed somewhat random; however, the rapper explained that the number four played a huge part in deciding the time span:

“Why now?” he wrote on his blog, Life + Times. “There’s something spiritual to me about it being my 44th birthday and the serendipity behind the number of days in this challenge; 22 (2+2=4) coupled with the fact that the challenge ends on Christmas day…It just feels right!” And we should also remember that Jay once took the number four to linguistic extremes with his track “44 Fours,” a latter-day sequel to his 1996 track “22 Two’s.”

4:44 was released on 30th June, 2017 – if you add these numbers up, it comes to 26.

Biblical Meaning of 4:44

As our Biblical timeline of Jesus’ life shows, his ministry began on September 11 in 26 A.D. the same day the devil began his forty days of temptation. This day fell on a Wednesday, the 4th day of the week.

September 11 was not only the Day of Atonement in 26, it was the start of the Jubilee year (Luke 4:16 – 21, see also Isaiah 61:1 – 2). In Jesus first recorded public address in Nazareth, he links his ministry and message to this special period of liberty and freedom which occurred every 50th year and was announced on Atonement (Leviticus 25).

September 11 in 26 A.D. is thus an incredibly rare and momentous day in human history! The four-fold major events that took place, or began, on this day are the Day of Atonement, the start of the Jubilee Year, the start of Jesus’ ministry, and the beginning of the devil’s efforts to derail God’s plan to save humans.

So, take your pick, is Jay-Z atoning for his sins or is it the start of the devil’s plan to derail civilization, lol?

Jesus’ public ministry ended on a Wednesday, on the same 4th day of the week it started. It ceased in 30 A.D. when he was crucified and died on April 5 (the day portion of Passover) as a sacrifice for mankind’s sins.

The Day of Atonement in 26 A.D. corresponds on the Hebrew calculated calendar (used to determine God’s annual Feast Days) to Tishri 10 in the Hebrew year 3787. Jesus’ death in 30 A.D. corresponds to Nisan 14 in Hebrew year 3790. This means his entire ministry lasted 44 months (Hebrew years 3787 and 3789 had 13 months in them) and 4 days for the number 444!

Numerology & Other Meanings Surrounding 4:44

The 44th President of the USA is Barack Obama, a good friend of the Carters

Jay-Z’s birthday is December 4, while Beyoncé’s is September 4. (Bey’s mother, Tina Lawson, also has a birthday on January 4.)

The couple were married on April 4, 2008, which means their anniversary is 4/4 each year.

The singer went a little bit deeper during her 2011 Live at Roseland: Elements of 4 concert series. During one of the four performances, Bey claimed her entire wedding date was significant, not just the day and month: “On April 4, 2008—eight divided by two is four—[Jay Z] put a ring on it.”

Oh, and shortly after the two tied the knot, they got matching tattoos on their ring fingers of the Roman numeral 4: “IV.” That number is also seen in the middle name of their first child: Blue Ivy Carter – Ivy is the phonetic spelling of the Roman numeral.

444 was the street address where Jay-Z had an argument with Beyonce’s sister, Selange, in an elevator.

Don’t forget that Jay-Z is the king of the “triple entendre” and 4:44 may represent that.

The album also followed 9 years after Kanye’s “808 & Heartbreaks”. If 808 represents a heart and it is broken, that becomes 44.

Jay-Z – 4:44 (Music Video)

4:44 the song opens up with a small boy singing Nina Simone’s “Feeling Good” performed in 1965. But, she didn’t write it. It was actually written by English composers Anthony Newley and Leslie Bricusse for the musical The Roar of the Greasepaint – The Smell of the Crowd.

In the show, Price’s character is asked to perform a game against the show’s hero “Cocky”, but as “Cocky” and his master “Sir” argue over the rules, “the Negro” reaches the centre of the stage and “wins”, singing the song at his moment of triumph. It was described as a “booming song of emancipation”.

As Bob Marley says, “Emancipate Yourself from Mental Slavery”, which Kanye West clumsily rebooted and was made a sacrificial lamb for, but ended up pushing him closer to God. His falling out with Jay-Z made him not only become closer to his wife, family & religion, but reunite with his father.

“My dad came to visit me at one of our ranches in Cody, Wyoming. He talked about his love for fishing, and how he could come here in the summers,” Kanye wrote. “It took me 42 years to realize that my dad was my best friend.”

“He asked me, ‘How many acres is this?’ I told him 4,000. He replied with these three words: ‘A black man?‘” Kanye continued.

Kanye continues to reach out to Kanye, both on Brothers and on “Closed on Sunday”.

Remember Beyonce’s album “Lemonade” and Jay-Z & Kanye did “Watch the Throne” together.

I believe Closed on Sunday is also refencing Jay-Z and Beyonce. Wanting their kids to play together.

[Chorus] Closed on Sunday, you’re my Chick-fil-A Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A Hold the selfies, put the ’Gram away Get your family, y’all hold hands and pray When you got daughters, always keep ’em safe Watch out for vipers, don’t let them indoctrinate Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A You’re my number one, with the lemonade Raise our sons, train them in the faith Through temptations, make sure they’re wide awake Follow Jesus, listen and obey No more livin’ for the culture, we nobody’s slave

[Verse] Stand up for my home Even if I take this walk alone I bow down to the King upon the throne My life is His, I’m no longer my own I pray to God that He’ll strengthen my hand They will think twice steppin’ onto my land I draw the line, it’s written in the sand Try me and you will see that I ain’t playin’ Now, back up off my family, move your hands I got my weapons in the spirit’s land I, Jezebel don’t even stand a chance Jezebel don’t even stand a chance

Anyway, it is Jay-Z’s most honest song at an attempt at atonement.

You can read a full explanation of the 4:44 video here.

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