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blindedbythedarkness · 4 years

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Chronic illness is so sneaky. It creeps up on you slowly, just one more symptom here and another one there. Slowly, you start to adapt to them. It almost has you believing that you aren’t ill at all.

Today, I thought that I’m not that bad. And then I thought about it again, about what I deal with on a daily basis.

When I wake up and put my collar bones back in place, then my shoulder, then my hip, then my elbow...

The waking up that feels like I haven’t slept at all.

The constant pain that just constantly radiates from my intestines, some days it feels like I’m digesting acid.

Having to catch a bus into uni that’s less than 20 minutes walk away because I can’t walk any reasonable distance anymore.

Waking up half an hour earlier than other students do just to get that bus.

Taking myself to the toilet just to put my hip and shoulder back in because people make faces when I do it in public (especially in the silent working area, oops).

Constantly monitoring what I eat.

Blisters and skin peeling from writing any significant amount (who knew that wasn’t normal? Not me for fucking ages).

Having to walk around because sitting in makes my back hurt. Having to sit down because standing makes my back hurt.

Physio exercises from 3 different physios. The only exercise I do.

Cooking tea while intermittently lying on the kitchen floor because Jesus Christ My Back Can’t Deal With Standing.

A new joint popping strangely and trying to figure out whether to just leave it or if you should endure 5 hours in A&E for an X-ray.

Waiting all day for my bf to get home so he can help me put my rib back in because I cannot do it myself. I probably popped it out getting dressed 12 hours ago and just had to endure since.

Calculating what food I should eat and which meds I should take for the best chance at my body behaving tomorrow.

Gotta take a break at the top of the stairs to catch my breath.

Gotta take a break after stepping in the shower to catch my breath.

Gotta take a break after lifting my arms to wash my hair to catch my breath.

No I absolutely cannot bend down or crouch without losing my vision when I stand up. Bare with me.

Why the fuck are my hands sweating, I’m freezing?

Oh shit they wanna shake my hand? Better casually wipe them down my jeans.

Gotta wear enough socks to keep feet warm so the blood vessels don’t spasm.

Gotta not wear too many socks in case the elastic stops the circulation in my swollen legs.

I stood up? Guess my legs are swollen now. And hot. And itchy. And prickly.

I stood up for half an hour? I can’t feel my toes.

If it isn’t august I’m too cold. No amount of blankets will change that.

It’s august? Oh boy I’m unbearably warm.

I’ll happily be the designated driver if you don’t mind leaving at 10pm before a horrendous migraine sets in.

Looking at any screen for more than 2 hours? Now I can’t see or hear anything without pain.

I want to sleep. I take 30 minutes finding a position that my back can tolerate. Now I need to pee.

I need to pee again.

For fucks sake, again? Really bladder?

And again.

....Even I didn’t realize it would look like so much written down. I guess I was right though, because all of this is just normal for me.

I’d never post this on social media where people can identify me, for fear they’ll think I’m attention seeking. I don’t like to just list ailments anyway, it’s not who I am. But still, what I wouldn’t give to force some ignorant people to spend a day in my body.

Chronic illness is fucking hard man.

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honeybee-babe · 5 years

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Press Conference Part 4

Part 4 of my collab fic with @hargreevesstyles featuring allergic Klaus snz and Luther snz!!!!

Twenty minutes later, Klaus sauntered into the break room, looking very disheveled, yet very content.

“Klaus, where the hell have you been?” Diego demanded.

Klaus just winked at him and sat back down in his spot on the couch next to Luther, and leaned back with his legs spread far apart. Diego got his answer when Maya came in from the other door with her hair down and her blouse no longer tucked into her skirt. But still smiling from ear to ear.

“Sorry about the delay! Technical difficulties.” She cleared her throat; did her voice sound a little hoarse? “Okay, Vanya, you’re up next! Are you ready?”

The smallest Hargreeves nodded and wordlessly followed her out of the room.

“Whoo!” Klaus leaned back in his chair. “That was a -hih!-hihh’enNGTshiehh! snf! That was a good interview!”

Luther turned to face Klaus. “What the hell took you so long?” He demanded.

Alison scoffed, “Isn’t it obvious. He fucked her!”

“Hey! Watch your crude language! We m-hih! HhheNXTshyuu! Hh’nkgt-n’kt! We made love,” Klaus grinned, earning a high five from Diego.

“Whatever you did you reek of her perfume, can you please move over there?”

Klaus joked, “If I have to suffer then you have to suffer with me.”

“You’re the one who made the conscious decision to fuck her! I don’t want her or that perfume anywhere near me!” Luther was beginning to get pissed off with his brother again. He knew how badly this stupid perfume was affecting the both of them yet he went out of his way to get coated in it.

Allison said, “Seriously, Klaus, out of all of the girls here you decided to fuck the one covered in perfume?”

“There were some cute boys here too, might have to take another break with one of them. There was a really cute brunette working the coffee station,” Klaus noted. He ripped a tissue out of the box on the table and stifled five sneezes into it. He groaned afterward. “This sucks.”

Luther snapped, “You don’t get to complain! You put this on yourself, now can you please move away from me like I asked you to!”

“But I’m so comfy-”

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’ll move then-”

Suddenly, Allison’s voice interrupted him. “Klaus, I heard a rumor, that you really want to sit on the other side of the room and stop antagonizing Luther.”

Klaus’ eyes washed blue and he stood up wordlessly, moving himself to a chair far away from Luther. He seemed to have nothing to say now.

“Hh’eNGXTshiew! HhhiNGK’shuh!” Luther sneezed into his elbow. He was running out of tissues from Allison’s travel pack and he really didn’t want to deal with any flack from Klaus if he had to take some from his box. Although, Klaus had offered them kindly earlier when they were waiting outside.

Part of him wanted to be annoyed with Klaus just because that’s what he was used to during his whole entire childhood, but he understood Klaus more now. Luther didn’t feel as far away from Number Four as he used to when they were kids. He couldn’t say the same for Klaus, but he thought there was at least some level of it between the two of them. They seemed to be on opposite teams, growing up. Klaus went against anything and everything that Reginald said, and Luther took every word that came from their dear old dad to heart.

It was no wonder they were so different several years later. Still, there were odd things that made them the same. Like how they were both allergic to the same perfume and other oddities of the sort.

Luther was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Klaus sneezing again. Luther was better off because he had been without Maya for quite a while and the leftover perfume on Klaus wasn’t enough to give him too bad of a tickle, but he was still irritated. He could feel the congestion in his head thicken, the pressure was still getting worse. His head also hurt from how strong the perfume was, it was overly floral and Luther could feel the chemicals fuzzing up his brain.

The twenty minutes for Vanya’s interview felt like an hour to him, but to the others, it felt like five minutes.

But no, it had taken exactly twenty minutes for Vanya and Maya to return, only for Maya to beckon them back to the big set. Luther was complaining about his headache to Allison when Klaus overheard.

Klaus didn’t have a headache. He was high enough that every sneeze felt a little better than normal but he wasn’t feeling the other symptoms yet. He didn’t mind the congestion and he loved how relieved he felt when he blew his nose.

“Hihihh'engtshieww! God, don’t you guys just love sneezing?” He asked. He had popped another pill while no one was paying attention in the break room. “It feels so good to just get it out of your body.”

Luther rolled his eyes. “Only you would say that right now.”

“I’m serious! Just…gasping for breath and some sort of relief and you literally lose control as it comes out of you. Yeah, it can get a little annoying but it just feels so satisfying and boy am I one for satisfaction,” Klaus ranted.

Over in the middle, Vanya looked uncomfortable as ever. She had her head down and she was trying her hardest not to listen to her brother talk about the thing she was most attracted to. And Luther looked agitated. He hated sneezing, and not just because it often made his congestion worse rather than giving him any sort of relief. From his perspective, not only was it a moment of weakness, but it was a temporary loss of control over his body which, given his abilities, gave him a lot of anxiety.

“Why have you two been sneezing so much? The pollen’s not too bad around here,” Maya asked.

Diego rolled his eyes at her ignorance. “It’s your fuckin’ perfume!” He spoke firmly.

Klaus gasped. “Is it? I had no idea!” He lied through his teeth.

Maya had a delayed reaction. She brought her hands up to her mouth. “Is that why you’ve been sneezing more when you’re closer to me? Oh my god! That’s so funny, I can’t believe it. Who would’ve thought!”

“Is she–are you fuckin’ serious right now?” Diego asked. “You did not notice at all? Nothing seemed a little odd to you?”

“Diego’s right, how could you have missed that? It’s not like your perfume isn’t noticeable?” Allison’s voice had a dark tone. She was very angry.

Luther begged, “Please, Allison, let it go. It’s okay. We’ll be fine, let’s just wrap this up so we can all–hih! Hh’eTSHiew! Hhhn’gxt–go home.”

At this, Allison rolled her eyes but stayed silent. Diego scoffed a bit at how easy it was to dissuade her. “Wow.”

“Diego, it’s okay,” Klaus said. He gave Diego a calming look and a small nod toward the camera.

Surprisingly, Diego took it well. He cooled off. He most likely knew that the cameras were rolling and everything he said was being captured. Ever since a young age when The Umbrella Academy had first started, Reginald had always taught them to be poised and professional on camera. They had to hide emotions after missions when they were featured on the news. They had to keep themselves contained when Five disappeared, and when Ben died. They were always in the public’s eye and they knew when to draw the line.

“I’m sorry, I was really distracted, I was so starstruck. I didn’t even think about it,” Maya said, sounding sincere for maybe the first time since Diego had spoken to her.

He was about to respond but a sharp sneeze aimed into Klaus’ elbow cut him off.

“Sorry…about that,” Klaus murmured. “didn’t mean to ruin the moment.”

“There was no moment to ruin,” Diego answered quickly, and Maya shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “What are we even back here for anyway?”

“Just closing thoughts! Any last things you wanted to say, it’ll only take a few minutes,” Maya assured, a little bit of her bubbly personality coming back now. “It might be nice if you all left a message for Five. You know, so he might see it if he’s still out there.”

“You think we haven’t tried that?” Diego sneered.

“That’s a great idea!” Klaus clapped his hands. “hhn’inxtshiehh! I’ll start.” He proceeded to give what was essentially a very “heartfelt” plea for their missing brother to please reach out to him, whether he was still alive or not. He had to restart three times. The first time he turned to the side to stifle an itchy trio. The second time Luther turned to his side to stifle a congested double, amplifying the pressure in his head and also ruining the take. The third time, everyone laughed at Klaus’ terrible acting. Except for Luther, who squinted his eyes shut tight at the loud noise. But the final product ended up pretty convincing, and Klaus’ leaned back in his seat with a grin and a very liquid sniffle.

Maya decided it would be easiest to go down the line in the opposite order since they’d started with Klaus. Klaus was now too high to stifle his sneezes, and Luther’s stifles were getting progressively less successful. Which meant a lot of ruined takes.

It took about twenty minutes for them to get through their three siblings’ messages for their brother. Diego’s was cold and stoic, Vanya’s was gentle and genuine, and Allison’s was grandiose and just as overly emotional as Klaus’ (though hers was actually pretty well-acted).

The last person to go was Luther. His head was so clogged up that every sneeze just built more and more pressure. He felt like he was suffocating in the cloud of perfume as he sat down next to Maya, who didn’t seem to care or feel any sympathy for him (it was all reserved for Klaus). She gestured to the camera and Luther let out two hard sneezes into his elbow. He sniffled and then started to speak.

“Snf, Five, if you’re out there we need you back. We worked well together as a team, but even more than that you’re our family,” Luther started strong but his words were clouded by congestion, while his throat was starting to host a dull ache. “You didn’t deserve to go completely off of the grid when you were just a curious kid trying to figure something out.” His voice cracked on the last word. He gave another sniffle and pressed his finger against his nose to try and quell the tickle until he finished.

“You’re a little stuffed up there, bud,” Klaus said. “It’s kinda hard to understand.”

Diego gave a quick laugh. “You’re one to talk there, Klaus.”

At Klaus’ words, Luther’s cheeks turned pink. He asked, “Do I have to start over? Should I?”

Maya shook her head, “We can clip different pieces together if you want. Don’t worry, you weren’t completely unintelligible.”

Her phrasing made it hard for Luther to tell if she was comforting him or delivering a cleverly disguised insult.

He blew his nose, cleared his throat, and continued, “Five, you deserved to experience the world with us as we grew up and figured it out. I would say that if I could go back and convince you to stay I would, but time travel is what messed this all up in the first place.”

That was about all he could give while being completely meaningful yet not making an utter fool of himself even more than he felt he already had.

He nodded at Maya to let her know he was done and he ducked down into a tissue. “Hh’ngksHIEW!” He tried to stifle the first one but the pain that seared through his skull instantaneously was enough to convince him to let it out. “Hhh’ehhKSHIEW!”

“Bless you,” chorused Allison, Maya, and Vanya.

Klaus was in his own world and Diego didn’t really feel like talking.

“If you don’t like it, we can always scrap your parts and leave them out. Only if you think it’s too hard to understand,” Maya said.

Allison rolled her eyes. “Remind me, what was the reason why they keep sneezing?”

That shut Maya up and slapped an embarrassed blush onto her cheeks.

“Hey, stop being rude to Maya! It’s not hihhh! It’s not her fault!” Klaus defended his hookup, then immediately snapped forward into a tissue. “HihhihhiECKshyuu! Hihheh'ingxtshiew! Heh'atshyuehh!”

The fact that he said it wasn’t her fault absolutely sent Diego over the edge. He laughed coldly, “Seriously, Klaus? Are you hearing yourself right now?”

“She didn’t know! How was she supposed to know?!”

“Stop yelling!” Luther commanded from the other side of the couch

“No one’s fucking yelling,” Diego hissed back, and then abruptly raised his voice. “THIS IS YELLING.” Vanya flinched next to him in response. Luther winced and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Really, Diego?” Vanya spoke up for the first time since her goodbye to Five, though her voice was still just a fraction of everyone else’s volume. Allison reached across her and slapped Diego on the arm.

“That was so uncalled for. Grow up.” Then she turned her attention back to Luther. “Are you okay?” He started to nod, but the gesture was cut off by a stifled sneeze, which seemed to push him over the edge. With a small sigh of defeat, he shook his head “no” instead.

Allison turned back to the group. “Are we good to go? I think he needs to get out of here.” She stood up beside Luther and gestured for him to follow suit before anyone could respond.

“Oh, yeah, you’re good to go!” Maya piped up.

“Sorry,” Luther smiled sheepishly, though he was still squinting, “Thanks for having us.”

“Oh, thank you two for sharing your stories with me! It was touching and I really enjoyed talking with you!”

“That makes one of us,” Diego grumbled under his breath, then yelped slightly when Klaus pinched him on the arm.

“I’d give you a goodbye hug but I don’t think that’s such a good idea for you, Luther. Allison, do you-” she cut herself off when she realized Allison had started leading Luther out the door without turning back.

The door slammed audibly, just as Klaus’ breath hitched wildly.

“Hih..hih…hiehehhEDSchiew-nxgt-hi'ishyuu! Hihhheng'ktshiuu! Hihhihenhh….ihh? Hihihh'iGKTshyuu! Whoo, my nose just won’t quit today!” He was out of breath after all of them.

“Klaus, it’s getting bad again” Diego condemned. “I think it’s time for you to-”

“Wait!” Diego held a finger out to Diego, his other hand still hovering in front of his face. His breath hitched as if he wasn’t already out of breath already. “Hihh..? Ihh? HAH!… Oh fuck, the tickle won’t go away. You know when you can feel it -heh!- right there but it just won’t go over the edge?” Vanya suddenly shot up.

“I think it’s time for me to go, too,” she said quietly, and shot Maya a quick wave. “Thanks for having us.” And then she bolted out of the room. Diego ignored her.

“Bye Van! Love you!” Klaus called out hoarsely, wheezing in between words.

“Klaus,” Diego’s tone was stern. “It’s time to go.”

Klaus frowned, “I don’t want to go yet.”

“We have a shower downstairs!” Maya blurted.

“And?”

“Shush, Diego! I think I know what she’s getting at,” Klaus grinned.

Diego rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “No way. I’m not waiting here while you two have shower sex. Come on, Klaus we’re going back to my place.”

Before Diego could grab Klaus and yank him out of the building Klaus flashed him his puppy dog eyes. He begged, “Please, I-I think it would help if I showered now, too. Your place isn’t the closest and my lungs are feeling kind of tight…”

“Fine. But hurry!” Diego gave in. He always gave in.

“Goody!” Klaus clapped. “We’ll be back soon!”

They were not, in fact, back soon. Klaus came upstairs an hour later, giggly, relaxed and exhausted (yet finally sneeze-free). If Diego hadn’t fallen asleep waiting for him, he would have read him the riot act. Instead, they walked back to Diego’s place, both yawning and rubbing their eyes the whole way.

#tua #luther hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #klaus snz #luther snz #luther whump #klaus whump #allergic klaus #allergic luther #snz #snz kink #tua snz

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 6 years

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Boob Tape and Annoying Boyfriend

Pairing: Jenneel

Warnings: *points to the title* + flying remotes! Language. Implied sexual harassment.

Square Filled: Fighting for the remote

Word Count: 2500ish (this was supposed to be a drabble….)

A/N: I blame @becs-bunker for this! 100% her fault! Thanks to @saxxxology for giving me a few ideas that added to this too. This one is written for @spnfluffbingo

Thanks to my Baby Spice @percywinchester27 for betaing this for me on super short notice since I needed to q it before work.

I was actually super nervous about this one so thanks to the amazing @sillesworldofwriting for giving me a second opinion too - also on short notice.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

It had been a long afternoon and evening. Danneel had never been a huge fan of red carpet events. Sure they had been exciting at first, but she had quickly started feeling like she was a zoo animal on display. She loved a chance to get all dolled up, but she could think of a million different and better reasons to get her hair and makeup done, than to waltz around in front of a bunch of flashing lights, trying her best to ignore the crude comments that always came from some of the men.

Today had been especially bad though. Not so much because if the red carpet event itself. Sure the crude comments had happened from some of the male photographers, but she had gotten used to that over the years. It still affected her of course but not to the degree that running into Mark Schwahn had done. Nothing had happened but years of bad memories and auditions being asked to basically strip in front of 5 or more people had rushed to the the surface. Memories and traumas she just wanted to forget.

She knew she hadn’t have had to go alone this time. Jensen was home and he had offered to come with her, but their relationship was still newish, even if they had been friends for years. She wanted them to have a chance to just be the two of them for a while before the rumor mill started. It wasn’t like they were careful to not be seen together. They were both tv actors and they weren’t recognized that often, plus they were friends. They had gone out to lunch and dinner before they started dating, so she wasn’t overly worried about people finding out before they were both ready. If he had gone with her today, it would have been like announcing their relationship to the world and Danneel was scared what that would mean to the two of them. They had both been in public relationships before, but they were both very private people. Actually one of Jensen’s relationships had ended because the woman he was with didn’t share his views on what the rest of the world needed to know.

Danneel loved Jensen, and she wanted what they had just started building together to last. She didn’t want him to think she needed or wanted him for anything else than the amazing, loving man she knew him to be.

Right now she wasn’t thinking about Jensen though. She just wanted to get out of her damn dress, wipe off her makeup and relax with him on the couch. Well, maybe she was thinking about Jensen a little bit, but her annoyance with the zipper on the back of her dress that she couldn’t reach, was winning the competition for her attention at the moment.

“UUURGH!” Danneel exclaimed, kicking her bed. Her body was aching from unsuccessfully trying reached the stuck zipper at the back of her dress.

“Honey, are you okay?” Jensen’s footsteps sounded on the stairs. Great! She had wanted to shower and order pizza before he showed. Why did he have to always be annoyingly punctual?

She knew she could talk to him and she might have if they had still just been friends. She might have broken down in tears and told him about everything she hated about this town, but he wasn’t just her friend anymore. Their relationship was still new and she didn’t want to lay all of this on him. She didn’t want him to see her as some poor girl he needed to protect. It wasn’t who she was, so she pushed it all down and held it in. Maybe someday she would tell him, but not today.

“I can’t reach the stupid zipper,” she sulked, not even bothering to say ‘hi’ when Jensen showed at her bedroom door, a cheeky smile spreading across his stupid, handsome face.

“Well, sweetheart, I happen to be an expert in undressing you,” Jensen drawled, making Danneel roll her eyes at him, but she turned around allowing him to help her out anyway. It was easier than to get a crick in the neck trying to get it herself.

“I would have come with you, you know?” Jensen’s voice softened as he worked on unsticking the zipper.

“I know. You didn’t have to… I’d rather just have a movie night with you tonight,” she sighed. “I just want to get out of this dress and get this damn itchy tape off and curl up on the bed,” she grumbled, trying to scratch beneath her boob, which didn’t make Jensen’s job with the zipper any easier.

“You look amazing, if it helps,” Jensen tried, but for some reason it only added to her annoyance. He was the one person she wanted to impress wearing all of this, so she wasn’t sure why his words rubbed her the wrong way. Right now everything just seemed to get to her. She stepped away from him when she felt the zipper slid down her back and away from the kiss he was pressing to her shoulder.

“I’m not in the mood, Jensen,” she glared back at him, ignoring the confused look on his face. She barely heard his apologies, telling her he wasn’t trying to do anything. She was too busy worrying about the part that was bound to come next. Getting off the damn tape.

Danneel was comfortable around Jensen. And her little outburst aside, she knew that he wouldn’t mind her undressing in front of him. He never expected anything from her the way most other men she had dated did. She knew he loved her and that it wasn’t just about how she looked. Subconsciously, that stayed with her even if she was in a bad headspace at the moment, so she didn’t think twice about dropping her dress to the floor and stepping in front of the mirror.

She took a deep breath preparing herself, but before she could start removing the tape from hell, Jensen’s voice sounded again. “You need help with that too?”

Danneel’s head whirled around to see Jensen playfully wiggle his eyebrows at her. Had it been any other day, it would have made her smile. Blush even. But today his remarks and flirty behavior only seemed to anger her.

“Could you stop? You’re not actually Dean, you know?” Danneel hissed at him and Jensen’s face instantly fell.

“Dee are you okay?” He enquired, but she was still too worked up and caught up in her own head to hear the genuine concern in his voice.

“I’m fine. I just hate these fucking things,” she grimaced as she slowly started peeling at the side of the tape, not really paying attention to her boyfriend any longer.

“Come on. It can’t be that bad,” Jensen spoke, and Danneel practically felt like fumes were coming from her head now.

“How about I tape your balls and you tell me how it feels removing it, Jensen?!” Danneel snapped, as she stared him down through the mirror. The logical part of her knew he was trying to help and cheer her up, but it wasn’t the logical part of her that was in control at the moment. She was furious but not with him. It had just been a bad day and he was the nearest target. She wasn’t being fair and she knew it. She was simply too angry to care.

Jensen subconsciously covered his crotch with one hand as he stared at his girlfriend like she had been possessed by a demon. “You wouldn’t….” he started but was cut off by Danneel grabbing the roll that was still on the vanity.

“Try me, Ackles!” she warned, waving it at his face. The small smile that appeared on Jensen’s face only served to anger her more. She knew he found her cute when she was angry. He had told her time and time again, but right now she didn’t want to be found cute. She wanted him just stop trying to make her feel better and let her be pissed.

“Oh come on, honey. That’s not the same. I got hair down there,” Jensen grinned and Danneel rolled her eyes so hard they actually hurt.

“Yeah and I am just pulling my skin clean off here. Can you get out! Order a pizza or something,” she threw the roll back onto the table and went back to ignoring him. Jensen sighed, backing up towards the door but couldn’t help chuckling at her carefully peeling the tape.

“Just rip it off babe. It’s like a band aid. You’ll…” he started but was cut off when the remote that had been on the nightstand beside her vanity, crashed into the wall next to his face. For the first time, Jensen seemed to actually react. His face went from complete shock to anger in seconds. “Jesus Christ, Danneel!”

Danneel felt the tears press against her eyes and she wanted to run to him and apologize. She had no idea what had come over her. She hadn’t been thinking and she most certainly never wanted to do anything to hurt Jensen.

“Can you just leave?” Her voice was frail now and as much as she wanted to be alone she hoped he wouldn’t go. She hoped he would stay; pull her into his arms and promise her that everything was going to be alright between them. Only, he didn’t.

“Don’t worry. I’m going,” Jensen sent her a hard glare before he walked out the door and down the stairs.

By some miracle, Danneel managed to hold herself together long enough to get the damn tape off her body. Not without a few sobs escaping her, but at the very least she didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. Not until she stood under the hot stream of the shower and everything hit her. She had been such a bitch to Jensen, when all she had really needed all day was to be with him. She had taken her bad day out on him, when he had tried so hard to cheer her up. She couldn’t lose him. He was her best friend and the love of her life. Even in the few months the two of them had been dating she had come to not being able to picture a life without him anymore. She cried, no longer over the stares and crude comments at the red carpet event, but over the fact that she had taken everything out on the one person that never treated her or anyone else with anything other than complete respect.

Her eyes were still puffy and red when she emerged from the bathroom, only wearing panties and one of Jensen’s shirts he had left at her place. She was drying her hair not paying attention to anything in the room. The least thing she had expected was Jensen sitting on her bed waiting with her favorite beer and pizza on the table next to him. So when he spoke, she jumped and a small scream fell from her lips.

“This is my favorite look on you just so you know,” Jensen quickly held up his hands when she was startled by his voice. “Sorry.”

“Jay…” Danneel’s voice broke and she teared up again at the sight of him. She didn’t hesitate for one second to drop the towel she was holding and run across the room, jumping into the bed when he opened his arms inviting her to him.

“C’mere.”

Danneel wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his shoulder. Jensen held her tightly against him, running his fingers through her still moist hair, trying to soothe her. “I’m sorry,” she muttered.

She felt Jensen give her a small squeeze, before pulling back to stroke the hair away from her face. “Don’t worry about it,” he said honestly, before a teasing grin spread across his face, “you got terrible aim, Dee.”

“Shut up,” Danneel pouted and gave him a small shove, making Jensen laugh. This time it was contagious. She cuddled back up to Jensen, letting him pull her to lie down on the bed with him.

“Rough day, huh?” Jensen rubbed shooting circles on her back as she clung to him. She nodded quietly. She didn’t want to relive it right now. She just wanted to be with Jensen. She needed to be in his arms and to forget that the world outside her front door existed for the evening.

“I thought you left.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and tears pressed against her eyes once again as she spoke. The fear of losing him still lingering within her.

“I did. To get pizza and let you cool off,” Jensen answered, looking down at her to realise just exactly what she had meant. “Hey no,” Jensen wrapped his arms tightly around her again, resting his chin on top of her head, letting her sob against his chest. She needed to get it all out and he knew it. “I won’t leave you DeeDee. I love you. It was a stupid fight. Barely. You’re not getting rid of me that easy,” he spoke softly, while she cried. He tenderly pressed a kiss to the top of her head and one to her lips as she looked up at him.

“Jensen I am so sorry. I was way out of line. How I am feeling is not your fault. I know you tried to cheer me up and I… I could have hurt you,” she rambled, before Jensen shushed her, softly pressing his lips against hers.

“I know. It’s okay. We’re fine,” he said looking deep into her eyes, letting her know that he meant it. “Besides, a pretty girl promised me movie night and making out in bed,” Jensen teased trying to lighten the mood. He her blush like he often did and smile through her tears.

“Well she broke her remote,” Danneel muttered, playing with his shirt. Jensen chuckled, giving her another soft squeeze before pushing both into a half sit, so he could reach the remote on the bed stand next to him.

“Well her awesome boyfriend fixed it while she was in the shower,” Jensen winked, loving how she lit up.

“Really?”

“Really. Does this mean I get to pick the movie?” Jensen asked, playfully trying to keep the remote from her reach but she moved faster than he had expected, easily snapping it from his hand.

“Not a chance in hell, Ackles,” Danneel grinned, feeling better with the prospect of an evening in Jensen’s arms, watching chick flicks and eating pizza.

“That’s my girl,” Jensen grinned proudly, pressing a kiss to her cheek, before moving the pizza to rest between them and opening the beers as she started looking for movies. No matter what the world might throw at them, in that moment they both knew they would make it through. Their love and care for one another would always be there. Their love was one of a kind and they would do whatever it took to make it last forever.

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Do You Know my Jesus?

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Do You Know my Jesus?

No seriously, My King & God, Do You Know Him, Jesus The Christ? Now, I’m Not talking about Jesus to cutting your grass, painting your home or replacing your roof… I certainly Not talking about the Jesus "exclamation mark" Christ the Bostonians often yell out to make a point. No, no, no… And I’m Not talking about the prophet or Messiah or messenger God sent to guide Israel for a short time and was eventually replaced by a “last” prophet named Mohammad who while high on opium in some cave got visions of Judaism and Christianity to create Islam…

I’m Not even talking about the man called Jesus the Mormons through the revelation after the Holy Bible Revelation according to Joseph Smith (the other “last” prophet) who while high on weed had a vision of an angel he called Moroni and wrote the Book of Mormon to create the church of Jesus Christ and Latter-day Saints. Their Jesus was born of the Virgin Mary and the one and only god the Father who was once a man like present day human beings, but who lived on another planet and sent his semen by his spirit to spiritually inseminated her and therefor Jesus inherited godly powers as His son. When I found out I wasn’t following the real Jesus, I was totally undone. I had long left Catholic private school I attended and Catholicism my family raised me in to run the streets and women as an atheist and eventually landed in the Mormon cult and subsequently dibbled and dabbled in Islam (Yes, they have a Jesus too, mentioned above as one of many prophets) having read and studied the Koran or Quran at least 5 times cover to cover while serving in the US Army.

The hard work of making Jesus fit my brain, answer when I called, and label me righteous was a full-time job that robbed me of peace. When I finally fell into the loving arms of the real Jesus, I began a genuine relationship with the Savior of the world—the One who died for me. He is everything He promised and so much more. Our culture presents us with so many versions of Jesus, letting us make Him in our own image, as oppose to us in His image and likeness. Maybe you’ve come to depend on a false Jesus and didn’t even realize it. If you are struggling to find peace, read about these false Jesuses with an open mind. Consider what Jesus said about Himself and test your beliefs against the Truth from Holy Scripture.

Here are 10 false versions of Jesus people keep falling for:

1. Mean Jesus Perhaps this image of Jesus comes from social media and the rants we see from devoted churchgoers. Maybe it is our constant news sources bickering over who is better or what is Right & Wrong. Or it could be you had a hellfire and brimstone pastor growing up, and this became your earliest depiction of Jesus. Mean and angry, full of wrath, ranting and raging about how Sin would destroy you (it will, if you remain in it and reject Jesus). But balance this image of Jesus with the story of the little children gathering to him, with His compassion for the Lazarus’ sisters, with His dealing of the woman at the well to forgive her and her to reject Sin and share The Good News. While Jesus called out Sin when He saw it, He was never cruel it except that one time with the Pharisees and Sadducees in His House of Praise, Prayer & Healing. Jesus, the Lamb, went to slaughter so that you would be free from His Wrath.

2. Political Jesus How would Jesus vote? Since there were no Democrats or Republicans in His day, we don’t know. What we do know is that He loved and would Never Vote against Himself or His Father. I other words, he would Not Vote for Satan and his followers or folks for killing babies or justifying illegal activities or any manner of Sin. But the apolitical Jesus took the side of those in need and that my friends is what we The Church should be doing and Not trying to depend on the government to do for US.

Today, we are all in need in one form or another, and we all need Him. As a believer in Jesus Christ, He is on your team. He is for you. He is for your redemption. He is for your Sanctification. He died for you while you still Sinned. Right or left, wrong or Right, He is for you. He is patient with us as we learn and grow and understands the frustrations that we face with both the Republican and the Democrats and especially the Sin Sick Socialist Lying Leftist Liberals. He walks with us through the valleys, and He delights in our newfound wisdom and growth.

3. Genie in a Bottle Jesus Your wish is not necessarily His command. That the Oprah Winfrey kinda Jesus. We’re often mystified when we clasp our hands tightly together and summon Jesus to answer our every request…and nothing happens. We become deflated by what we believe is unanswered prayer, allowing our faith to increase or decrease by what we perceive.

If you’re a parent, chances are you desire a good relationship with your child. But if your child asks for $10,000 and you say no, does that mean they stop believing or depending in you and the relationship is destroyed? Of course not. In the same way, you must consider what you are asking of Jesus. What are your expectations and motives? And are you still going to Believe in Him even when you don’t get your way?

4. I’ll Teach You Jesus. Imagine what your relationship with your child would look like if these were some of the requirements: You will meet me at 5:00 every morning, I don’t care if you didn’t sleep. Now tell me what you want. I may or may not give it to you. If you have been completely impossible to deal with, I might sprain your ankle or give you a brain tumor to teach you something. Laughable? Sure. But how many of us believe in this works-based and punishment-loving Jesus? He died while we still Sinned. He came to bind up the brokenhearted, not break our hearts and spirits to keep us in line.

5. You Look Like You Can Take It Jesus. “God won’t give you more than you can handle.” Do I look like I can handle the Big C “cancer” or even the lil c “COVID19″ the left has left many in fear of or the lung disease doctors have given up on my brother-in-law is dying from and dealing with? Or the Black Lives Matter and Antifa domestic terrorists’ Stealing, Killing and Destroying Democrat ran cities the “leadership” there allows? Or bankruptcy, or a natural disaster, or the death of a child? Do I even look like I could handle an itchy rash or ingrown toe nail much less a combat related wound or Divorce?

Scripture teaches that we can’t handle anything apart from Jesus Christ. Far from doling out sickness or discomfort or tragedy, He promises to be with us in times of need, Not to mention at all times to Never Leave us nor forsake us. In our weakness, He shows Himself strong and makes us stronger by His Spirit.

6. I Couldn't Care Less Jesus. Sometimes we feel like He is nowhere to be found. We call, and there is no answer. This Jesus is not the Compassionate Christ who laid down His life for ours. Still, in times of heartache, it is hard to understand why He doesn’t answer. Or at least, we don’t know or understand His answers. He has shown me it is okay to question Him. My most favorite prayer in these seasons? “Lord, help my unbelief.” One of the shortest but most impactful and helpful prayers in The Holy Bible.

A relationship with Jesus is a journey. There will be ups and downs. He can take the heat—He proved that through the cross. It is okay to ask why. He always shows up, every time. He said in this life, your life, you will have troubles, but be of good cheer, He has overcome it ALL. Ask, Seek, and Knock. He will answer.

7. Church Jesus The Law is Holy and Good, but it doesn’t make me Holy and Good. No more than the full nice 2” clerical or ordained minister’s collar I wear from time to time. No matter how good a church and it’s teaching of the Word of God, it does not make me Holy. Paul reminds us, do not neglect the assembly (Hebrews 10:25). Yes, hold each other up, hold each other accountable, and by all means encourage one another. But if the pew is shaken, guess what shouldn’t be? You and Jesus. Your relationship with Jesus is separate and not dependent on the church (body of Believers congregating in a place), But The Church, You, Yes, You. No matter what unexpected challenges happen in “the church,” you and Jesus should still be on solid ground. He is the Solid Rock of our Faith, Salvation and ALL.

The church is made up of imperfect people, while Jesus is Perfect and Holy.

8. Rule-Play Jesus This Jesus and I have been super tight for many years. I obeyed all the rules. I even laminated a list and used color-coordinated markers to check off my accomplishments, believing they counted me worthy, while Not writing down my failures and Sin so as Not to remember them or the wretched man I am. Beloved, Salvation is the Cross plus nothing. The thief on the cross was asked only to Believe and that very hour he was Saved. There was really nothing left for him to do. He couldn’t attend a service, memorize Scripture, sing in the choir, take a meal to a neighbor, volunteer, or wash feet or the altar clothes. He was made Righteous because he said Yes to Jesus.

There was no other requirement to fulfill. Circumcision? No; Water Baptism by full or even partial immersion, pouring, sprinkling or even the mystical and unseen Fire Speaking in Tongues Baptism? Nope! There is nothing that can make the Perfected Work of the Cross anymore Perfect than the Perfect One our God, The Son and Lord Jesus The Christ. Your yes to Jesus counts you as Righteous. Toss out the rules of religiosity and bask in the refreshment of relationship. But stay connect and Sin Not so as Not to lose the salvation you gained as a Born Again Believer; or rather remain Not in Sin that His Grace may abound. God forbid.

So don't get it twisted, Jesus does have a Rule Book He Lives and Plays by, it's Called The Holy Bible or The Word or His Word... Because He Is The Word. Just remember, that all the Rules and Laws Given fall under His Two Greatest Commandments to Love Him with ALL your Heart, all your Soul and all your mind. And the second is like unto the first, You shall love your neighbor (Family and friends or everyone) as yourself.

9. Confused Jesus A couple years ago I went to a pastor and asked some questions about the Sermon on the Mount. The pastor laughed and said, “Yes, ours is not to understand. Ours is just to obey. Jesus was a confusing guy.” I lived with this, heavy on my heart. It would be two more years before I heard a sermon by another pastor and was undone by the revelation that Jesus was not confusing, except to unbelieving hearts and minds.

My Jesus fulfilled the Law and set us free from this heavy burden of condemnation. Jesus did died to set me and yes, you free. There is nothing confusing about Him, this and His Word. Not Confusing, No Contradictions and No Controversies. We walk free from condemnation in the grip of grace.

10. If/Then Jesus This is the most elusive and deceptive Jesus. If I do such and such, then Christ will do what I expect. But Jesus cannot be manipulated, and our works do not make Him move; our Faith does. Our good deeds do not make Him love us more and our bad deeds less. In fact, NOTHING can separate us All Sinners and Saints alike from His Love (Don’t get that confused with our ability to lose His Salvation and therefor Separate or Sever ourselves from Him). Again and most Importantly, nothing can separate us from the LOVE of JESUS.

The belief that “If I do or do not do, then Jesus will or won’t do” is a Jesus of colossal works. This Jesus keeps us in bondage to busyness and striving that keeps us apart from the good nature of my Jesus Who just simply Loves. He Is Love. He Loved perfectly so that we might be together for eternity. That was all. Simply Jesus.

Was there even a twinge or flutter in your spirit? One that said, “Oh, that is the Jesus I have been serving?” I know as I came to a place of Knowing, Understanding and Loving the real Jesus, my God, I saw pieces of the false Jesuses falling away and more of His natural and good character shining through to make me more like Him.

Will you pray this prayer with me?

Jesus, I said Yes to You. Thank You for Saving from this world and myself, the clutches of Death and the Devil. I Love You with ALL my heart, soul and mind; and live to Serve You. I want Only You First and Foremost in my Life, Heart, Soul, Mind and Spirit. The real You. All of You. You promised that if I seek I will find. Help me seek the Truth in ALL things and keep my eyes wholly fixated on the True and Holy You to Love and Serve You ALL the more and to love and serve fellow Believers and others all the more. Amen. 🥰🙏💘 #REBTD 😇

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A Sherlolly Halloween part 2

Pt 1 here: https://katerbees.tumblr.com/post/166457341430/sherlolly-halloween-pt-1

Pt 1.2 here:https://katerbees.tumblr.com/post/166511390155/sherlolly-halloween-part-12

This Halloween takes place in Season four after TST and before TLD. Ahhhh I can’t wait until these two get their lives together and get a nice Halloween

Halloween 1 year ago

Molly adjusted her wig. Damn thing was so itchy. She had decided to take Rosie over to see Mrs. Hudson and have some photos taken of the two of them dressed up. She hoped she would not run into Sherlock while she was there; he was in no state fit to be around a child. He had turned into a goddamned smackhead idiot since Mary had passed. Molly had begged him to stop, had cried and cried, but of course all he said was “’It’s for a case,” and walked away from her.

You can’t help a person who doesn’t want to be helped, Molly thought, bouncing Rosie from one hip to the other. Molly spent most of her time these days at Bart’s, and John’s flat these days. While she had certainly meant the vows she had taken as a godmother, she hadn’t anticipated needing to fulfill them so intensely. She had come to love Rosie with her whole heart. She knew she could never fill the void of Mary, but she knew she would always be there for the little girl, no matter what.

She exited the tube, feeling slightly ridiculous in her costume. However, many women stopped to tell her how cute she and her daughter looked in their coordinating costumes. Molly corrected the first couple of people of people, “Oh, thank you, she’s my Goddaughter” but quickly gave up and just accepted the compliments, while sending a silent prayer up to Mary to forgive her.

She found her way to Baker Street and knocked on the black door. Mrs. Hudson answered.

“Oh Molly! Rosie! So good to see my girls!” She yelled, pulling them in to the flat. “Now I’m so sorry dear, but I have no idea quite exactly what you two are supposed to be.”

“Well,” Molly began excitedly, “I’m Elsa” she gestured to her long white braided wig like it was supposed to be a dead give-away, “and little miss Rosie is Anna.”

“And who are those people? You both look adorable. But I have no idea what that means.”’ Mrs. Hudson replied, taking Rosie from Molly’s arms.

“It’s from a Disney movie. Super popular right now.” Molly smiled. Sitting down her tote bag, full of diapers, milk, and toys.

Molly heard shouting from up above. “No…” she groaned. She thought to herself, but apparently the words had left her mouth without her noticing.

“Oh yes. He’s on about something again. Hasn’t eaten for days. I think he might be on those drugs again. I keep telling him, chasing Mary, God rest her soul, to the grave isn’t going to bring her back.” Mrs. Hudson instinctively tightened her hold on Rosie, who was now trying to play with Mrs. Hudson’s necklace. “No no my darling, here let’s find a nice stuffy for you to play with.” Mrs. Hudson moved towards a basket she kept filled with toys.

Molly worried her lip. She was so over Sherlock and his stupid bullshit. But she was his friend and she still worried about him. Especially since him and John were still on the outs. She sighed.

“I’m going to go up and check on him. Milk and diapers are in the bag.” Molly said.

“Oh thank you. I’d really appreciate that Molly, you know he is so fond of you. Even if he doesn’t show it. I can tell. Here, take this tray of biscuits and see if you can trick him into eating some.” She handed Molly a tray that had been sitting on the kitchen table. “Me and miss Rosie here will just be reading this nice book”

Molly took the tray and headed up the stairs. Her mind wandered back to Halloween last year. She had gotten dumped, and Sherlock had been making out with some poor girl that he was using to get to a psychopath. He really was an asshole. And here she was, one year later, once again in a costume, getting ready to have her dignity torn to shreds. She just knew it. He was in such a bad place mentally and physically right now. She braced herself for a verbal assault, and knocked on the door.

“I have told you twenty four times now Mrs. Hudson to leave me alone! My mind does not require nourishment. I am at a critical juncture in my planning and I require nothing from you.” A deep baritone voice responded.

“It’s not Mrs. Hudson” was all that she could think to say.

She was shocked when he opened the door.

“Molly.” His stormy blue-green eyes, swept over her. “And in a costume?” his eyebrow raised

“It’s Halloween Sherlock” Molly said, her voice sounding much more tired than she felt.

“Ah. Yes. I suppose it is.” He responded, opening the door wider. He looked like shit. She had seen him look worse. She was shocked he was speaking in coherent sentences.

“Sherlock. Are you..” she began

“Molly, a good rule when it comes to asking questions and making inferences is to not ask a question you don’t want the answer to.” He cut her off.

“Are you high right now?” Molly continued.

He opened the door to his flat wider. “At this exact moment I am minimally under the influence. Please. Come in.”

Molly walked into his flat. Books were strewn everywhere. Photos and maps tacked to the wall. He was clearly in the middle of a case. Always with the damn cases. Always ruining himself and ruining other people. FOR THE DAMN CASES. She found herself growing angry.

She realized then that she was still holding the tray she had been sent in with.

“Biscuits?” she asked through he gritted teeth.

“Oh just save us the trouble and thrown them.”

“Excuse me?” Molly replied.

“You’re angry with me. The last time I was using you slapped me. Three times to be precise. So get it out of your system so we can move forward.” He countered, calmly.

“Why. Is. Everything. A goddamned game with you!?” Molly responded, her voice starting to rise.

“Oh I assure you that this is a matter of like and death.”

“Yes. Sherlock. Yours! If you keep on like this you will die!” Molly was yelling now, and felt the tears beginning to well up in her eyes. She slammed the tray down on the nearest table. “Don’t you care about that?”

“I do not believe this will kill me Molly. I am very careful with the amounts I take. This is for a case. A life will be saved.” Sherlock had walked towards her as he was speaking, now arm’s reach away. “Please. Just trust me.”

“Do you know how many bodies I have to cut into every week because somebody thought they knew they could handle it? People who OD? People who drive drunk? No one ever think it can happen to them. But since you’re Sherlock fucking Holmes you won’t believe anyone other than yourself!” Molly was full blown screaming now. “And if you die from being a total idiot, because THAT is what you are acting like right now, what about John?”

“John hates me right now.” Sherlock cut her off, his voice becoming shaky.

“What about Mrs. Hudson? And Me? And what about Rosie? Hmmm? Your Goddaughter is downstairs while you are up here in your glorified crackhouse. You took an oath Sherlock. I know you don’t believe in God, but I can’t believe that the oath you took that day doesn’t mean something to you. Do not let that little girl lose another person Sherlock!” Molly had closed the distance between them now and was shaking with anger as she looked up at Sherlock. His façade was cracking.

“Stop it!” he yelped “Please just stop it. He pressed his fingers to his temples, and breathed deeply, trying to keep the tears back. “Molly. Just believe me when I say this. Trust me. What I am doing is for John. It is for Rosie. It is for.” His voice caught in his throat and cracked “Mary.”

Molly found herself chest to chest with Sherlock. He was crying. Sherlock Holmes cried?

He continued. “Just please,” he pulled Molly close, “please keep looking after Rosie and Mrs. Hudson. I know I’ve been rubbish since Mary died. So has John. You’ve kept everyone together. Please. Just a little longer. Things can be like they used to be.”

Molly felt his hot, tears making the top of her head damp. She wrapped her arms around him. She had no idea what he was talking about. Seeing him like this scared her.

Molly stood there, rubbing his back awkwardly. She had imagined moments like this, but never envisioned them happening like this. She wished she could tell him everything would be ok but she knew better. Things never just went ok for Sherlock Holmes. Murderers followed him around, people killed their friends, and sociopaths even tried to get her involved in their schemes. Molly sighed.

“Can you at least tell me what’s going on? Please? Maybe I can help? I’ve helped before.” Molly offered.

“I don’t want to involve you. You have Rosie to look after.” He responded quietly.

“Me, Mrs. Hudson, and Harry all take turns. And I hate seeing you like this. Please. Let me help you.” Molly’s anger was starting to wane, replaced by a deep sadness for her friend who didn’t feel like he could share his burdens with anyone.

“I need you to meet me with an ambulance at a house in Brixton next week. John will be there. There won’t be anything dangerous. Just show up ready to do doctor things.”

“Sherlock? I’m a pathologist. John’s a doctor. Why would I need to be the one examining>”

“John will still be angry and he won’t trust anyone else. Not for what you will need to do.” Sherlock responded.

“What will I need to do?” Molly responded, peeling herself away from Sherlock, using every bit of self-restraint she possessed.

Sherlock refused to make eye contact with her.

“Sherlock?” Molly asked again, skepticism filling her voice.

“I will be very…altered. You will need to do my bloodwork.”

“Jesus Christ Sherlock. We just talked about this!” Molly felt the anger and the tears starting up again.

“I will be doing this with or without your help Molly.” Sherlock said, his voice slowly regaining the smooth composure it normally had.

Molly looked away. “Fine. But you should come down and see Rosie while you’re in your right mind. And Mrs. Hudson too. She’s worried to death about you.”

“Molly I..”he started to protest.

Molly held her hand up to silence him “No. You don’t get to keep making one sided deals with me. I’ve been your secret keeper before and I’ve never asked you for anything. You are going to march down there, you are going to apologize to Mrs. Hudson, you are going to play with Rosie and see how adorable she is dressed up for Halloween, and you are going to take our picture together because I want a damn picture of me and my Goddaughter and you will not complain about any of it.”

Sherlock stood there, realizing he had nothing to argue with. She was right. She had been a supportive friend and ally to him all these years. A constant source of stability and friendship.

“Right. Let’s go. By the way, what exactly are you supposed to be? That wig is damn itchy.”

Molly gave a small smile, it was all she could muster given the solemnity of their discussion.

“It’s from a Disney movie.” Molly responded quietly.

“I have no idea what that means.”

They went downstairs and had tea with Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock let her fuss over him like he hadn’t since Mary died. Sherlock played peekaboo with Rosie and snapped some photos of Molly and Rosie as Anna and Elsa. Mrs. Hudson insisted on taking one of the three of them. In the photo, Molly is holding Rosie, Sherlock has his arm around Molly. Sherlock covertly sent a copy to himself from Mrs. Hudson’s phone and looks at it all the time. He knows in two weeks, everything will change again. What he doesn’t know is: an east wind is coming.#

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ramon-balaguer · 3 years

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Do You Know my Jesus?

No seriously, do you know my Jesus? Now, I’m Not talking about Jesus to cutting your grass, painting your home or replacing your roof…

I certainly Not talking about the Jesus exclamation mark Christ the Bostonians often yell out to make a point.

No, no, no… And I’m Not talking about the prophet or Messiah or messenger God sent to guide Israel for a short time and was eventually replaced by a “last” prophet named Mohammad who while high on opium in some cave got visions of Judaism and Christianity to create Islam…

When I found out I wasn’t following the real Jesus, I was totally undone. I had long left Catholic private school I attended and Catholicism my family raised me in to run the streets and women as an atheist and eventually landed in the Mormon cult and subsequently dibbled and dabbled in Islam (Yes, they have a Jesus too, mentioned above as one of many prophets) having read and studied the Koran or Quran at least 5 times cover to cover. The hard work of making Jesus fit my brain, answer when I called, and label me righteous was a full-time job that robbed me of peace.

When I finally fell into the loving arms of the real Jesus, I began a genuine relationship with the Savior of the world—the One who died for me. He is everything He promised and so much more.

Our culture presents us with so many versions of Jesus, letting us make Him in our own image. Maybe you’ve come to depend on a false Jesus and didn’t even realize it. If you are struggling to find peace, read about these false Jesuses with an open mind. Consider what Jesus said about Himself and test your beliefs against the Truth from Holy Scripture.

Here are 10 false versions of Jesus people keep falling for:

1. Mean Jesus

Perhaps this image of Jesus comes from social media and the rants we see from devoted churchgoers. Maybe it is our constant news sources bickering over who is better or what is Right & Wrong. Or it could be you had a hellfire and brimstone pastor growing up, and this became your earliest depiction of Jesus. Mean and angry, full of wrath, ranting and raging about how Sin would destroy you (it will, if you remain in it and reject Jesus).

But balance this image of Jesus with the story of the little children gathering to him, with His compassion for the Lazarus’ sisters, with His dealing of the woman at the well to forgive her and her to reject Sin and share The Good News. While Jesus called out Sin when He saw it, He was never cruel it except that one time with the Pharisees and Sadducees in His House of Praise, Prayer & Healing. Jesus, the Lamb, went to slaughter so that you would be free from His Wrath.

2. Political Jesus

How would Jesus vote? Since there were no Democrats or Republicans in His day, we don’t know. What we do know is that He loved and would Never Vote against Himself or His Father. I other words, he would Not Vote for Satan and his followers or folks for killing babies or justifying illegal activities or any manner of Sin. But the apolitical Jesus took the side of those in need and that my friends is what we The Church should be doing and Not trying to depend on the government to do for US. Today, we are all in need in one form or another, and we all need Him.

As a believer in Jesus Christ, He is on your team. He is for you. He is for your redemption. He is for your Sanctification. He died for you while you still Sinned. Right or left, wrong or Right, He is for you. He is patient with us as we learn and grow and understands the frustrations that we face with both the Republican and the Democrats and especially the Sin Sick Socialist Lying Leftist Liberals.

He walks with us through the valleys, and He delights in our newfound wisdom and growth.

3. Genie in a Bottle Jesus

Your wish is not necessarily His command. That the Oprah Winfrey kinda Jesus. We’re often mystified when we clasp our hands tightly together and summon Jesus to answer our every request…and nothing happens. We become deflated by what we believe is unanswered prayer, allowing our faith to increase or decrease by what we perceive.

4. I’ll Teach You Jesus.

Imagine what your relationship with your child would look like if these were some of the requirements: You will meet me at 5:00 every morning, I don’t care if you didn’t sleep. Now tell me what you want. I may or may not give it to you. If you have been completely impossible to deal with, I might sprain your ankle or give you a brain tumor to teach you something. Laughable? Sure.

But how many of us believe in this works-based and punishment-loving Jesus? He died while we still Sinned. He came to bind up the brokenhearted, not break our hearts and spirits to keep us in line.

5. You Look Like You Can Take It Jesus.

“God won’t give you more than you can handle.” Do I look like I can handle the Big C cancer or even the lil c COVID19 the left has left many in fear of or the lung disease doctors have given up on my brother-in-law is dying from and dealing with? Or the Black Lives Matter and Antifa domestic terrorists’ Stealing, Killing and Destroying Democrat ran cities the “leadership” there allows? Or bankruptcy, or a natural disaster, or the death of a child? Do I even look like I could handle an itchy rash or ingrown toe nail much less a combat related wound or Divorce?

6. I Couldn't Care Less Jesus.

Sometimes we feel like He is nowhere to be found. We call, and there is no answer. This Jesus is not the Compassionate Christ who laid down His life for ours. Still, in times of heartache, it is hard to understand why He doesn’t answer. Or at least, we don’t know or understand His answers. He has shown me it is okay to question Him.

My most favorite prayer in these seasons? “Lord, help my unbelief.” One of the shortest but most impactful and helpful prayers in The Holy Bible. A relationship with Jesus is a journey. There will be ups and downs. He can take the heat—He proved that through the cross. It is okay to ask why. He always shows up, every time. He said in this life, your life, you will have troubles, but be of good cheer, He has overcome it ALL. Ask, Seek, and Knock. He will answer.

7. Church Jesus

The Law is Holy and Good, but it doesn’t make me Holy and Good. No more than the full nice 2” clerical or ordained minister’s collar I wear from time to time. No matter how good a church and it’s teaching of the Word of God, it does not make me Holy. Paul reminds us, do not neglect the assembly (Hebrews 10:25). Yes, hold each other up, hold each other accountable, and by all means encourage one another.

But if the pew is shaken, guess what shouldn’t be? You and Jesus. Your relationship with Jesus is separate and not dependent on the church (body of Believers congregating in a place), But The Church, You, Yes, You.

No matter what unexpected challenges happen in “the church,” you and Jesus should still be on solid ground. He is the Solid Rock of our Faith, Salvation and ALL. The church is made up of imperfect people, while Jesus is Perfect and Holy.

8. Rule-Play Jesus

This Jesus and I have been super tight for many years. I obeyed all the rules. I even laminated a list and used color-coordinated markers to check off my accomplishments, believing they counted me worthy, while Not writing down my failures and Sin so as Not to remember them or the wretched man I am. Beloved, Salvation is the Cross plus nothing. The thief on the cross was asked only to Believe and that very hour he was Saved. There was really nothing left for him to do. He couldn’t attend a service, memorize Scripture, sing in the choir, take a meal to a neighbor, volunteer, or wash feet or the altar clothes.

He was made Righteous because he said Yes to Jesus. There was no other requirement to fulfill. Circumcision? No; Water Baptism by full or even partial immersion, pouring, sprinkling or even the mystical and unseen Fire Speaking in Tongues Baptism? Nope! There is nothing that can make the Perfected Work of the Cross anymore Perfect than the Perfect One our God, The Son and Lord Jesus The Christ. Your yes to Jesus counts you as Righteous. Toss out the rules of religiosity and bask in the refreshment of relationship. But stay connect and Sin Not so as Not to lose the salvation you gained as a Born Again Believer; or rather remain Not in Sin that His Grace may abound. God forbid.

9. Confused Jesus

A couple years ago I went to a pastor and asked some questions about the Sermon on the Mount. The pastor laughed and said, “Yes, ours is not to understand. Ours is just to obey. Jesus was a confusing guy.” I lived with this, heavy on my heart.

It would be two more years before I heard a sermon by another pastor and was undone by the revelation that Jesus was not confusing, except to unbelieving hearts and minds. My Jesus fulfilled the Law and set us free from this heavy burden of condemnation. Jesus did died to set me and yes, you free. There is nothing confusing about Him, this and His Word. Not Confusing, No Contradictions and No Controversies. We walk free from condemnation in the grip of grace.

10. If/Then Jesus

This is the most elusive and deceptive Jesus. If I do such and such, then Christ will do what I expect. But Jesus cannot be manipulated, and our works do not make Him move; our Faith does. Our good deeds do not make Him love us more and our bad deeds less. In fact, NOTHING can separate us All Sinners and Saints alike from His Love (Don’t get that confused with our ability to lose His Salvation and therefor Separate or Sever ourselves from Him). Again and most Importantly, nothing can separate us from the LOVE of JESUS.

Was there even a twinge or flutter in your spirit?

One that said, “Oh, that is the Jesus I have been serving?”

I know as I came to a place of Knowing, Understanding and Loving the real Jesus, my God, I saw pieces of the false Jesuses falling away and more of His natural and good character shining through.

Will you pray this prayer with me?

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