#if you asked me i think he should be more known as times new roman instead of fedora papyrus but WHATEVER

[bonetrousledbones]

damn they weren't lying. that art style can evil

yucky unfiltered version under the cut

i tried a super different coloring method too and it did not work particularly well lol

#trousled arts #evil art style challenge #undertale #papyrus #i guess. #fedora papyrus #if you asked me i think he should be more known as times new roman instead of fedora papyrus but WHATEVER #i decided if i was gonna draw him i would have to fix him. so he's cool now #he looks like he would have a transatlantic accent #and lets just ignore that the hat doesnt really actually fit on his head ok i didnt feel like dealing with that #anyway first and foremost this was just an excuse for me to prove that i Can draw skulls actually . i do in fact know what they look like #gotta know the rules before you mangle them until they are capable of making cartoon expressions

[wambsgansshoelaces]

omg a headcanon like the one you did for tom but for roman snd stewy? the period one i mean !! also gender neutral pls :>

thank you for requesting anon, i love u!!! enjoy xx

really craving pizza bianca rn

on your period (roman + stewy)

Roman

ᝰ has no idea what he’s doing

ᝰ he calls your period a full stop because ‘they’re synonyms lol’ (as his text said)

ᝰ just wants you happy

ᝰ so whenever you’re on your period he just

ᝰ does things for you??

ᝰ makes you breakfast in bed, attempts to pack you a lunch, botches dinner

ᝰ he’s trying at least

ᝰ he usually just settles for buying you whatever you’re craving and letting you lay your head in his lap

ᝰ he strokes your hair, your face, your neck, your back

ᝰ he makes sure you’re feeling good

ᝰ lots of chocolate all the time

ᝰ just so that he can eat it with you

ᝰ if you ever ruin any pants or clothing or even furniture, he replaces it without you knowing

ᝰ “didn’t i throw this pair of pants out last week?” you ask him one time

ᝰ “i got you a new one, don’t worry about it.”

ᝰ if you suffer with cramps or any sort of chronic illness regarding your reproductive health, he’s always quietly concerned

ᝰ “you sure it doesn’t hurt? you should tell me if it hurts.”

ᝰ keeps track of how long in between painkillers your pain returns

ᝰ makes you try a bunch of homemade remedies he googled

ᝰ the first time you go on your period while you’re living together, he goes out and buys you a heating pad, a weighted blanket, and a heated blanking thing all at once

ᝰ if you use pads or tampons, he gets really confused when out trying to buy some for you

ᝰ but he’s too embarrassed to ask

ᝰ so when you’re taking a nap he scuttles into the bathroom and takes a picture that he keeps on his phone

ᝰ and then gets the exact ones when he notices you’re running out or you ask him

ᝰ this man bullies the doctors that don’t listen to you

ᝰ like he is well known with the endocrinologists and gynecologists in the are as a nusiance

ᝰ and lowkey an asshole

ᝰ but it’s all ‘in your honor’ as he says

ᝰ “if they say they’re cramping, they’re cramping. aren’t you supposed to be helpful? how the fuck do you have a medical license?”

ᝰ has gotten kicked out of the appointment many a time

ᝰ but he always waits patiently for you outside

ᝰ and calls corporate like the diva he is

ᝰ has the means to get you the best care

ᝰ and he does get you it

ᝰ “you literally deserve so much more than i can give you. you’re my everything, remember?”

ᝰ “i love you, ro.”

ᝰ “fuck off with that sappy shit…. i love you more.”

Stewy

ᝰ knows enough about periods to be able to help you

ᝰ like he’s knowledgeable enough to cook things he knows your body is in need of during your period of ovulation

ᝰ urges you to work out specifically on your period

ᝰ “it helps clear your head,” he says

ᝰ but if you’re not up to it, he won’t make you

ᝰ maybe just a small walk around outside and he’ll let you just nap

ᝰ but if you even don’t even want to walk, he thinks you’re dying

ᝰ and showers you in affection

ᝰ which he does anyway even if he thinks you’re fine??

ᝰ he’s just dramatic

ᝰ he’s an awfully good cook

ᝰ he loves cooking

ᝰ especially for you

ᝰ he specifically makes you pho for dinner every first day of your period

ᝰ “it clears your sinuses, babe,” he says every single time

ᝰ it does, really

ᝰ he’s really big about the two of you sitting down at the table for meals

ᝰ but if you’re unable because of your period, it’s fine with him

ᝰ he bought one of those breakfast in bed trays just for those moments

ᝰ if you struggle with bad cramps or reproductive illness, he’s with you at every single appointment

ᝰ sometimes he even sits next to you on the patient bed

ᝰ he just likes swinging his legs over the side

ᝰ he scrambles off whenever the doctor comes in

ᝰ he’s so subtly evil with bad doctors

ᝰ “oh, i understand it’s your professional opinion, but i also understand this clinic operates solely on donations? huh, and i think those guys whose names are on plaques all over the place are my buddies! you know jeff? i know jeff!”

ᝰ holds your hand through everything

ᝰ pain, ultrasounds, examinations

ᝰ you’re both walking back to the car from a normal check up and he’s swinging your hands back and forth with his

ᝰ “you know, i’ll help you with anything you ask me to.”

ᝰ “thank you, stew. you’re sweet.”

ᝰ “i love you.”

#roman roy #stewy hosseini #roman roy x reader #stewy hosseini x reader #succession #succession hbo #succession x reader #wambsgansshoelaces #anon ask #succession headcanons

[love-islike-abomb]

Lick it up

Roman reigns x y/n

Warnings: Smut!! Errors I may have missed.

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mindfulofmani @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @queengreenarrowmia89 @windhamsrotunda @weirdgirl16355 @heerah34 @marchm-langdon @shadyprincesslife @tribalchiefreigns @thesamoanqueen @vintage-pvssy

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I watched triple h present him with the new title backstage on the TV and smiled. He looked so damn sexy in his black track suit! He looked at the new title and smiled. It was a 'im being nice but That title is hideous' smile. I chuckled to myself.

He put the microphone to his mouth "Minneapolis! No that's not good enough anymore!" He said. What is he up to? "The entire universe!!" He said. I smiled 'i should have known' I said to myself. My smile faded with what he did next and complete and utter desire took over! He licked his top lip all the way across before yelling "acknowledge me!!" Into the microphone.

I stared at the screen for a few more moments. Unable to break myself away. "y/n?" I heard a voice say. I jumped and turned before I recognized the person "Jimmy! You scared the shit outta me!" I said putting my hand to my chest.

"I'm sorry! Just wanted to make sure you were ok. You looked a little flushed" he said.

"I'm fine! I'm just tired" I lied.

"you sure?" He asked

"yeah I'm sure i-" I was cut off by the very person I was just looking at on the TV.

"hey baby girl!" He smiled.

"hey babe!" I smiled back.

"Jimmy go find your brother!" Roman commanded.

"yeah sure uce!" Jimmy said rolling his eyes and walking away leaving me alone with Roman.

"so what did you think?" He asked.

"that was a good promo!" I said trying to hide my arousal.

"why are you so flushed baby?" He asked.

Well shit! So much for trying to hide it "I uh... When you licked your top lip all i could think About was-"

"was my face between those beautiful thighs, my tongue running circles around your pulsating clit, you grabbing handfuls of my hair begging me to let you cum!" He growled before reaching over and locking the door.

"y-y-yes" I stammered

A small chuckle escaped his lips "on your knees"

"yes daddy!" I said dropping to my knees in front of him. He undid his belt and dropped his jeans to the floor, his massive cock springing free "no boxers?" I smirked.

He looked down at me and winked before I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around, his moans music to my ears. Slowly I took more of him in my mouth until he was at the back of my throat. I had no gag reflex so deep throating was easy for me andhe loved it! "Uhh fuck baby girl!! That mouth is so warm!" He groaned, grabbing a handful of my hair. I slid him down my throat each time, feeling his cock pulse before he finally pulled me off him with a pop.

"as good as that mouth feels i wanna fuck that pussy!" He groaned. Still in my knees I turned around and arched my back, putting my ass in the Air. "That's my good girl! You know what daddy likes!" He groaned, running his hands up the curve of my ass and along my back. "So damn sexy baby!" He growled before stroking himself a few times a sliding inside me, both of us moaning out in pleasure "fuck baby girl!! I really got you worked up don't I? That pussy is soaked!!" He groaned.

"fuck you're so big daddy!" I groaned

"mmmm that pussy is so fucking hot!!" He growled "give me them hands baby!"

I reached my hands behind me while he grabbed one in each of his massive hands and pulled me up slightly, angling himself to be able to hit my spot, his thrusts deep and with purpose found their mark "uhh fuck!! Just like that!!" I groaned.

"Uhn that pussy is gripping my cock so damn good baby! Someone's close!" He said letting go of one of my hands to grab my hair and pull me up so my back was against him and my legs together. He brought his massive hand to my throat adding slight pressure and adding more gradually so as not to scare me. The feeling heightened the sensations in my body "fuck!! Daddy!! I'm gonna cum!!" I screamed.

"That's my good girl! Give it to me! Ugh yeah cum all over my cock!!" He growled "uhn!! Fuck yes! That pussy is milking my cock baby! Fuck I'm gonna fill it full!" He growled before a primal growl escaped him and ropes of his hot cum coated my walls. A few last sloppy thrusts and he stilled inside me before gently removing his hand from my throat. I fell to the couch utterly satisfied with a smile on my face before he came over and laid softly kisses along my back.

"I love you" I smiled.

"I love you to baby girl" he smiled back "I'm gonna get a shower"

"Can I join you?" I asked

"You ready for round 2?"

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe #the only daddy☝️😩🫦 #roman reigns smut #wwe x yn #roman reigns x y/n #wwe smut #roman reigns imagine

[hoeratius]

okay, asking this question is maybe the dumbest i've ever felt bc it feels like there should be a straightforward, obvious answer here, but every time i've tried to look it up, i've found nothing but pages upon pages of what feels like people talking in circles and only serving to make me more confused in the end. since you're the most knowledgable person i follow when it comes to the Classics, i figured this might be a good place to ask and maybe get an actual answer? (that being said, it's fine if you don't want to/don't have the time to answer this! obviously!!)

where can i read about the older greek myths? as in pre-trojan war. mostly, i'm interested in theseus but also just pre-trojan war stories in general. i know not everything got the iliad/odyssey treatment and there's probably not any surviving text to point at in a lot of cases, but there must've been something. every time i try to look up where to read about the history of theseus, i'm being directed to a bunch of modern retellings, but google has gotten so bad as a search engine, i literally cannot find anything about the origins of this thing everybody's retelling

from what i understand, theseus was sort of everywhere sticking his nose in everything at all times, so i'm not asking for a comprehensive timeline of his whackass life and everything he ever appeared in or anything, but if you could point me in the direction of anything about him--actual plays or academic texts, anything like that--that's more credible than, like, a self-published, self-described "bold new reimagining" with a stock image of a dude in party city roman cosplay as the cover, it would be MUCH appreciated 😭

(again, sorry about how... basic this question is i guess lol? i'm very new to classics in general and still pretty ignorant about everything, so it's EXTREMELY likely that this is a very dumb question with a very obvious answer, but thank you regardless!)

Hello! What an exciting ask (and apologies for my excited and maybe incoherent answer)!

Since you seem to be most interested in Theseus, I’ll use him as an example but much of this can be applied to other Greek heroes/myths/stories more generally.

As you noted, few get the Iliad/Odyssey treatment. In fact, even Achilles and Odysseus don’t, considering the Iliad spans only 7 weeks or so, and the Odyssey misses out on Odysseus’s actions before and during the Trojan War, and after he came home – and he did a lot after he came home. So where to go to find all the other stories that happened?

Some things to keep in mind:

Writers assumed their audience was familiar with the hero’s greatest deeds already

The big boys – Achilles, Odysseus, Theseus, Perseus, Heracles, Oedipus – had their stories shared in many formats. Think of the Parthenon metopes, which show Theseus’s key deeds in sculpture, or vases, hymns, public performances, bedtime stories, etc. People would encounter these often enough that the outlines of these heroes’ stories were known to them from a young age.

One of the Metopes of the Parthenon, showing (probably) Athena and Theseus.

As a result, ancient texts never show the entire story; they select the moment they want to tell and focus in on that. Hence the Iliad focuses on Achilles’s wrath, the Odyssey emphasises his homecoming, and the Argonautica tells the story of the Golden Fleece. Similarly, tragedies will choose a meaningful moment: not all of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra’s struggles, but his return home in the Agamemnon, or the events that lead directly to Pentheus’s dismemberment in the Bakchai.

So finding one text that will give you a useful overview will be hard!

These heroes are often also connected to so many other famous characters, that sometimes they show up as a side character in their stories, so it depends on which stories capture your interest most.

Pre-Homeric texts are few and far between

But this is not to say there aren’t pre-Trojan-War myths!

There are loads! Anything with Heracles or Theseus is pre-Iliadic, and others, like the house of Pelops, link more to the Trojan War but are also separate from it. Plus, there is Hesiod’s Theogony (roughly contemporary with Homer), which tells of the births of the gods and goes all the way back to the start of the universe.

The Ovid situation

Many Greek texts are lost, and we’ve only got allusions to this or that part of the myth in the existing fragments, etc. etc. So how do we still know so much about so many of these stories?

Enter my fave: Ovid.

Far later than Homer (1st century versus 8th century BC), but with access to all the Greek texts and them some, he wrote a lot of fairly comprehensive stories. These include the Heroides, letters written from the perspective of female characters trying to connect to their male lovers, with letter 10 coming from Ariadne to Theseus, and Metamorphoses 8 with parts of Theseus’s story.

If you’re looking for a high-level overview of what was what in ancient myth, starting with the Metamorphoses will give you all the big boys and many of the smaller ones.

Theseus specifically:

I must admit that Theseus is not my strong suit, but sources I’m familiar with that I would recommend:

Hippolytus, by Euripides and Phaedra by Seneca: these both tell of Theseus’s second wife Phaedra falling for his son Hippolytus and causing his death

Catullus 64: A lament from Ariadne after Theseus has abandoned her on Naxos

Metamorphoses 8, 12, by Ovid: Snippets of Theseus’s life, incl the Minotaur

Ones I’m not as familiar with but might be up your street:

Life of Theseus, Plutarch: a historian/scholar’s biography. He had them in pairs, where he compared the two; Theseus is linked to Romulus

The Argonautica, Apollonius Rhodus: Follows Jason in his quest for the Golden Fleece; Theseus is one of his heroes

Oedipus at Colonnus, Sophocles: apparently Theseus is a major side character here but I don’t remember!

There is also The King must Die by Mary Renault, a modern retelling from the ‘80s that blew me away. The only book set in ancient Greece I’ve ever read that doesn’t shy away from how alien their culture and values are to us today and doesn’t try to sugarcoat things.

And if you’re looking for more heroes: Wikipedia is your friend!

The Classics-related pages are pretty reliable, and they often mention the main sources per character.  

I hope this gets you started but please do hit me up with more questions, I always love diving into these things!

#tagamemnon #classics #asks #theseus

[adarkrainbow]

Hello! Love your ogre research, first of all. So something weird here, in my English translation of Ariosto the monster that threatens Angelica (the orca) is translated as “sea orc”, and the blind ogre who acts like Polyphemus (the orco) is translated as “land orc”. (And by extension “sea orc” evolved into a dragony thing in some modern fantasy books). Any idea why that happened instead of just calling them “orca” and “ogre” or something?

Ah yes the Orlando Furioso. I meant to include this in my big "What makes an ogre" series but never got the time.

So... I have to admit I am not an expert on Italian language, especially old fashioned Italian language, and I also am no expert on the full Orlando Furioso (it is a very complex work I only got started on recently). But here's the thing...

It is well-known that the Orlando Furioso was put together by taking elements of Greco-Roman mythology and reinventing them completely. The Orco and Orca are this. The Orco is basically Polyphemus reinvented - but here with two eyeballs made of bone instead of one eye promptly gouged out. The Orca meanwhile is the sea-dragon of the Andromeda story given a new name. So far so good.

But "Orca" is not meant to evoke the sea animal of the same name, the "killer whale", and that's something everybody has to remind people of (even the Wikipedia article for the Orca in Italian points out it is NOT the "orca" as in the sea creature). Orca is used here as the male form of "orco" - and the "orco" is indeed the same name of creature used by Basile to designate his proto-ogres. The "uercos", which is just "orcos" spelled differently.

So should we translated "Orco" as "ogre" and "Orca" as "ogress"? Well... No, it wouldn't work. At least for the Orco it can work since he sports typical ogre traits and DID influence the rise of the ogre figure in France (I don't think it is a random choice if madame d'Aulnoy's ogres are cyclops). But the Orca clearly isn't the same kind of creature - it is a sea dragon, or a sea monster, or some big sea snake. So this hints at the fact that "orco/orca" doesn't actually translated, in the context of the Orlando, as "ogre"...

You see, by Basile's Pentamerone, the "orco" is clearly an "ogre" in the fairytale sense of the word - though some English translators decided to go for "ghoul" because they didn't understand why an ogre would have magical powers, unaware that ogres were originally sorcerers/fairies of their own rights. They preferred to evoke the shapeshifting Arabian demons, allowing for an easier explanation of "Oh yes the ogre turns into all sorts of animals and curses people when it can't eat them".

[Note: As I write this I realized "orchi" is apparently the plural of "orco"? Well... I'll keep calling them "orcos" for now, but another proof I am not expert when it comes to these things]

But the author of the Orlando Furioso seems to have had a different and more ancient meaning in head for "orco". If you ask me, what seems very likely (though I am no expert) is that "orco"/"orca" is here taken as meaning "man-eating monster". Not just a fairytale ogre, but any kind of creature that wants to devour human beings. As a result the "orco" is an ogre-like giant, while the orca is a sea monster-dragon. "Orco/a" is used in the same broad sense as how "fairy" could be used in the British Isles to refer to all sorts of creatures, or yokai in Japan - or at least, that's what it seems to me. This is probably why the translator chose to prefer the term "orc", more neutral and evoking the older roots and mysterious figures behind the word "orc" before Tolkien made it famous. Calling the sea creature "orca" feeds the confusion with the killer whale ; while calling the land monster "ogre" might remove the idea that he is another form of the sea creature met earlier. One could keep the cohesion by having "ogre / ogress" but it would be mistranslating to call the sea monster "ogress" when it is clearly not just a female version of the land creature. So ultimately I think this is why the terms "sea orc" and "land orc" were chosen - it keeps the unity, while pointing out that the term does not designate a specific type of being, more a large class of man-eating beings. You could easily go with "sea monster" and "land monster" too.

At least that's how I perceive things - but again I am NO expert and any actual Italian insight on this topic would be more than welcome.

#orlando furioso #orco #orca #ogre #sea monster

[sylkiddsey]

Prompt: “Are you okay?”

Post 7.21

Sylvie has Olivia to blame for this new…feeling she’s developed for Casey. It’s entirely inappropriate and ridiculous, but her friend had to plant the seed.

Before, Sylvie’s never ever looked at Matt that way. He’s freaking Casey. Gabby’s ex husband and the same man she’s known for nearly half a decade. It never even crossed her mind until the stupid double date she set up.

Olivia was supposed to be the one crushing (or at least feeling) on Matt Casey. Not her. She thought they’d be a perfect pair, but turns out she just set up the worst turn of events in history.

If she’s dishing out blame, a little of it has to go to Matt. Yes, Olivia did plant the idea, but she didn’t buy it right away. She thought her friend was crazy, but then Matt started looking at her.

He’s holding eye contact longer and lingering and he’s not making it easy to bury whatever this feeling is. Something feels like it shifted on his end, but she’s probably reaching. She’s probably inventing a ridiculous narrative and there is nothing there.

There’s nothing there. It’s merely a pique per se. It’ll go away as soon as it blossomed and life will be okay.

Until then, she’s made a vow to ignore Olivia’s spin class invitations and also avoid Matt.

She thinks that’s how the problem began. It’s true that they’ve been spending one on one time more than ever. The new closeness has simply confused her. If she keeps distance, she can uncross the wires and go back to thinking of Matt as Casey.

He’s just the Captain at 51.

Her plan to dodge him is put on pause because they have unfinished business. When she walks into Molly’s after stalling in her car, Matt’s roman candle burn isn’t bandaged.

That’s not really the issue. She knows it’s been a few days so it’s okay to stop reapplying bandages, but she knows him. He doesn’t take care of himself and she needs one last long look to ensure it’s not infected.

She’s just doing her due diligence as a paramedic. It’s simply work.

Casey looks away from his conversation with Severide, waving her over.

See? Gestures like that make this really really hard.

She inhales a large gust of air and then joins her friends.

“Hey. Haven’t seen you around here in awhile,” Casey comments.

She’s been avoiding him for this very reason. He’s the reason she’s keeping her distance and he noticed. Why did he notice?

No. Nope. She’s sure he’d notice anyone dodging Molly’s. All of 51 is usually there every night.

“Yeah. Just been busy,” she fibs.

Stella dries a glass behind the bar. “What would you like to drink, girl?”

Alcohol is a bad idea. It loosens her lips and she’s not going to get caught blabbing these new developments.

“Uh, just a club soda,” she replies.

Severide wrinkles his nose in distaste. “Are you quitting alcohol or something?”

No, she’s quitting these awkward feelings. She’s so nervous she’s convinced everyone at the bar can read this secret right off her.

She’s going to check Casey’s burn, find Cruz to busy her time and then leave.

“I’m just not feeling it tonight is all.”

Stella hands her the non-alcoholic beverage while chastising her kind of ex-boyfriend.

Foster pops up next to her and she’s convinced this can’t get worse. Of all people, Emily will be able to read her like a damn book.

She needs to leave or at least pull it together. She sips the soda.

Matt frowns a little, watching her every move which again, does not help. He needs to stop caring.

“Are you okay?” He asks. “Your hand is shaking.”

Oh my god! She needs to leave. This is humiliating and everyone is going to know if she doesn’t pull herself together.

It’s freaking Matt Casey. She shouldn’t feel this nervous around him.

She diverts the conversation away from her physical symptoms of this new…feeling. “I should probably check your burn one last time to make sure it’s not infected.”

“It’s fine.”

“Casey, let me verify that, please?” She requests. Yes, she wants to ensure he’s fine, but she also wants to bury this whole weird week away. She can’t do that when his injury is still on her mind.

He complies and rotates on the stool so she has a full view. She barely inches forward and doesn’t make any attempt to touch the skin around his pulse point this time. She only needs visual confirmation.

It should be quick and easy, but it’s not.

Foster knocks her hip into hers. She’s half convinced her ambo partner somehow knows and it’s an intentional act because the momentum shoves her right into Matt.

She stumbles in between his legs, hands pressed between their chests. She’s bracketed between his thighs and blushing harder than she ever has when his hand lands on the small of her back.

The universe is so cruel.

She blinks hard, swallowing the lump in her throat. She thought the intense eye contact in the bunk room was bad, but now she’s millimeters away from his face.

Everyone in the bar has to know by now that she’s crushing (or whatever) on him. In any other instance, she’d find this situation awkward, sure, but not like this. Normally, she’d pull away with a laugh and a joke, but she’s paralyzed against him.

She expects several different pairs of eyes on them, but Matt’s the only one looking at her.

He laughs a little. “Woah, you okay?”

No. No. No. She’s not. Something has changed and she’s not okay.

She has to go. She can’t stay wrapped in his arm another second even if the tiny, deranged part of her wants to.

Sylvie tries to step away casually, but she reels back so hard that she smacks into Severide who is now between her and Foster.

“Geez, Brett,” he comments.

“S-Sorry,” she stutters. She averts her eyes away from Matt who is still looking at her curiously. “I gotta go talk to Cruz about you know, room dog stuff. I’ll catch you all later.”

With that pathetic lie, she snags her glass and beelines towards where Cruz and Chloe are sitting in the back.

She’ll make a fake conversation so no one at the bar thinks she lied and then leave.

She’s doubling her efforts to avoid Matt.

#brettsey #based on a prompt #prompts #sylkiddsey prompts #Pre canon owns me #this is a very old snippet from a longer work I scrapped

[kencoded-kengirl]

LOOOOOOL KRANK THAT SOULJA BOY 🔥💯 LMFAOOOO OLD MAN YAOI frank is every bit as bad as stewy is with kendall when it comes to logan. he can only see the nice parts. he knows logan isn’t a good man or even a good father but he’ll love him forever anyway. he could get fired a hundred thousand times and he wouldn’t know how to stay away. that’s how they are. he hates caroline because logan pays her so much attention. he hates marcia because logan trusts her so much. even, sometimes, he hates gerri, because logan wanted her like a lover and he’ll never, ever, want frank that way, no matter how long he waits or how much he parents logan’s children. and gerri is so ungrateful for it. she doesn’t even want his attentions, how can that be? it’s like logan doesn’t think anything of him anymore, even though when they were twenty-eight, logan would tell him everything.

he would tell him about uncle noah and keep telling him until his voice got scratchy and his chest got tight, which was something he usually only did with women he had become obsessed with. of course that made frank feel special, even though he knows it can never mean anything. he’ll never be logan’s real wife, or kendall’s real father, or ceo. logan has always known there was something strange about him, something queer, something that prevents him from being more than just loyal confidante and underling. does anyone ever tell you guys that you’re kind of obsessed with him? karl asks, new blood in the legal department, and gerri and frank glance at each other. he’ll learn soon enough.

he doesn’t, though. karl is always so placid with logan, nodding along when he’s bullied, smiling flatly, being just funny enough. he does his job and doesn’t get made into anybody’s godfather. frank waits for thirty years for something to change, but, in a way, the four of them are mountains, and thirty years is not enough. frank is sitting in the cabin of an airplane, staring at gerri, who is staring at karl, who is staring at him. for gerri, god is dead in the next cabin over. for frank, the realization that every minute he lives now will be without logan is dawning. karl is thinking absently of who might be made interim ceo. frank feels like he might have been sitting with the two of them in this airplane since he was twenty-eight.

no one spirals. it’s too obvious to do that. the kids need them. the company needs them. karolina needs them. and they’ve always had each other as a constant comfort, even if they’ve never been anything more. at matsson’s retreat, frank takes one look at the sauna and says, good luck getting me in that thing. karl says, i can’t agree more. the kill list feels far away and meaningless as they sit together, breathing in the cold air, laughing at hugo in the same way they’ve been doing together for ever and ever. the grief feels almost meaningless, too.

little shiv, who used to sit at the end of the long dining table in the hamptons doing summer school and tell frank every detail of her life because roman and kendall think they’re too grown-up for me, now, asks them at the funeral how bad was dad? frank can’t answer honestly. karl’s honesty is too dry. she walks away. when she does, karl brushes his knuckles against frank’s, and even though they never tried this once in thirty years of being in each other’s business, frank knows without having to be told that he’s supposed to tangle their fingers together and hold on tight.

maybe they should have cared more about the kill list, though. tom fires them. he has to. he does it together, the three of them in logan’s office, killing two birds with one stone. it hurts frank more than logan’s death did, and it’s the best thing that ever happened to karl. the two of them are standing side-by-side outside of the temple that is waystar, waiting for their drivers to take them away for the last time. did we ever meet up outside of work? karl asks, because he actually can’t remember. when was the last time either of us did something outside of work? frank counters, and karl chuckles. you wanna give it a try? frank does want to give it a try. he’s forgotten what it’s like to spend an evening without one of logan’s children, or mistresses, or siblings, or apprentices, or disciples within his line of sight. somehow, karl has completely avoided becoming any of these things.

the house in the country is many times too large for two. frank reads shakespeare in the sunroom and drinks tea. karl walks in and says, can we go to the pond tomorrow? and frank says, no, i’m meeting kendall for breakfast tomorrow. karl doesn’t roll his eyes. okay, can we go to the pond on wednesday? the ducks will miss us, karl tries again. you make me feel old, frank says, happily.

you gave him too much credit, says karl, finally, on wednesday, tossing stale bread into the duck pond. you never gave him enough, says frank. i didn’t have to. he was just my business partner, says karl. and he was the love of my life, frank says, but in saying it, he’s proving it wrong. logan would never have fed the ducks with him, or encouraged frank to idolize him less. FROG AND TOADDDD 🔥🔥🔥😂😂🔥 LMFAO COMPRESSION SOCKS

#succession #succession hbo #krank #frank vernon #karl muller #logan roy #gerri kellman #old guard succession #this wasn’t supposed to be this long but idgaf #krank may be a joke to you but krank will NEVER be a joke to me #amperspeaks

[spacecadetomoly]

Matsuno Family Diary! Part 2: Karamatsu Laments (Unofficial English Translation)

The following is an unofficial English translation of an official short story released online for members of the official Osomatsu-san fan club. If you want to read the original Japanese version of the story or enjoy the other things the fan club offers it’s members please consider joining: https://osomatsusan-fc.com/ In the room of the Matsuno family sextuplets there is a notebook hidden away behind a bookshelf. This notebook exists so that the brothers may, should they so choose, express the deep feelings and profound thoughts which weigh upon their hearts and minds so heavily that they can no longer be contained. It seems that today someone’s hand is once again turning the pages….

November 18th 2021, Karamatsu

Suddenly*, I have one older brother and four younger brothers to take care of. I’ve never resented this hardship. As the head of the Matsuno family it’s only natural for me to take care of everyone. Alas, however….I am gutted. Even I, whose heart is wider than the sea and taller than the mountains, have things that I cannot stand. For Example: Eight days ago, ‘twas I who threw the crumpled tissue that had fallen to the floor near the edge of the room into the trash. Six days ago, ‘twas I who searched for and the found the TV remote that had been misplaced and put it back where it belonged. Four days ago, ‘twas I who laid out the futon for everyone. ‘Twas I who turned out the lights. On the day M A Z A** was gone, ‘twas I who who washed out the slime at the bottom of the barley tea I had finished drinking and made new barely tea. ‘Twas I who crushed the empty candy boxes, put the liquor cans into garbage bags, and hung my leather jacket back on the hanger after it slipped to the floor! …………I don’t mind. It's no big deal for me to do these many things, truly. But honestly it pisses me off. I'm so annoyed. Who could have known that I, who is considered P A―F E C T O by my B R A Z A S would have such a big problem? No, no one needs to know. Heroes cry alone and in secret. I actually do a lot of work when I’m out of sight and no one is watching, and I would never brag about it but I’m really smart and witty. I also don’t agree that I’m being “obnoxious” just for humming a poem while playing guitar, but I don't care about any of that! Not even a word of thanks, eh? I've never once received a “thank you” or heard anyone ask “Did Karamatsu do this?” I'm not doing any of this because I want someone to praise me! But I also think that it would be nice if there were people who noticed a little! …… Huh. Well, that's fine. Today, once again, I’ll be the only one protecting the peace of the world Baby! P.S. The porno book thing? It wasn't me.***

Translator's notes:

*Please note that the decision to start this entry off with “Suddenly” was Karamatsu’s choice and not mine. I mean, he didn’t ‘suddenly’ gain an older brother and four younger brothers, he’s had them his whole life! And it’s not as if anything’s happened to his parents….Anyway, I considered leaving it out of the translation because it being there makes no sense, but as far as I can tell it not making sense may have been the point because a lot of the passage is like that? I dunno, Karamatsu talks weird and this entry was written weirdly so if you have trouble reading it blame him not me. **Karamatsu uses English words a few times, written out in all caps using roman letters, but he doesn’t seem to actually know how to spell these English words so he writes them out phonetically based on how he talks. He does that here with M A Z A (mother) and then two more times latter on with B R A Z A S (brothers) and P A―F E C T O (perfecto). ***This is a reference to the mysterious porno book that Osomatsu wrote about in the last entry. Karamatsu claims he didn’t take it, can he be trusted? Part of me wants to mock Karamatsu for clearly wanting to be praised (despite his claims to the contrary) for doing basic household chores. However, this would be hypocritical of me because I also long for praise whenever I do basic household chores. Today, ‘twas I who did laundry, dishes, vacuumed, cleaned the cats litter box, made my bed, and cooked myself chicken and rice for lunch….where are my complaints for being so responsible and industrious?! I demand accolades! Up next: It’s Christmas time with Jyushimatsu!

#karamatsu #osomatsu san #Matsuno Family Diary #mr osomatsu #osomatsu #jyushimatsu #translations

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

18 / 11 / 2023

HERCULES PLAYED BY MICHAEL B. JORDAN? 🤨 WHAT I THINK ABOUT IT 🧐

Hey dear readers! 😁

So... You probably read it somewhere else, or not, but it seems the gorgeous American actor Michael B. Jordan will probably plays the role of Prince Hercules in the future live-action movie adapted from the amazing Disney animated movie HERCULES (1997).

I wanted to tell you my top list of my favorite on-screen Hercules and ask you who is yours, but since i can't makes two games in one post, I want to ask you first what you thinks of Michael B. Jordan chosen by Disney as Prince Hercules for the live-action.

I love Hercules from Disney, to me he is really well written : physically he is handsome and hot, but he is more than that, he is also kind, funny, shy which makes him relatable. Even though he becomes stronger than everyone, he just wants to know what he is good for, where is his place, what he should do in life to be useful to others and happy for himself. That's things most people (especially young, but not only) can relate to. And the movie in itself helped going through bad things, whether for its message and good vibes, and also thanks to the humor, the songs, the characters (Megara is an amazing heroine, Hades is one of my favorite Disney vilain)!

If you want to know what i like about Michael B. Jordan, don't hesitate to read this article.

Apparently the executive producers have to chose between him and the handsome British actor Taron Egerton. Even though i like Taron Egerton as an actor, i don't think he is muscled or tall enough to plays Hercules. However, he would be better as playing Hercules as skinny and as muscled, because the protagonist is supposed to become stronger (unless they do what has been done for Steve Rogers before being Captain America, which is taking a skinny actor to play the role). He isn't that skinny too, so if he do exercise he could play him.

Michael B. Jordan is absolutely gorgeous, so of course I'm happy that he'll play in a Disney live-action, and we live in a time where this news isn't surprising.

In the MCU, it isn't the first time a Black person plays a White character (Nick Fury, Heimdall, Valkyrie, and now Namor played by a Latino actor and soon Sentry by an Asian man). I doesn't complain about race swapping in the MCU because it's adaptation and fictional characters. As for Michael B. Jordan, he already played a white character : Johnny Storm / Human Torch in the FANTASTIC 4 movie.

If you want to read a story about Michael B. Jordan as a dominant gay man and an interracial love story where, for once, the white man isn't a weak submissive, read this :

The thing is that Disney is more famous and probably more loved than Marvel so a single change in the characters will be analyzed. Hercules is not only a great Disney character, he is first a Hero in the Greek mythology (known as Herakles), and the God of Strength in the Roman mythology. And i know History and Mythology so believe me when i tell you there wasn't so many Black people in Grece at that time. That doesn't mean we can't include Black actors in movies. For example, in the (horrible) Netflix series TROY - FALL OF A CITY, Achilles, Patroklus, Eneus and even Zeus has been played by Black actors for the first time ever!

We are far from Brad Pitt who played Achilles in the movie TROY.

But, believe me, Greek people - and maybe Italian too - will complain again when they'll see a Black man playing one of their most known character.

Disney already did race-swapping with Ariel and her sisters in the live-action THE LITTLE MERMAID, so I'm not surprised anymore. We have to ask ourselves if Disney hire Michael B. Jordan for his (obvious) talent, his (incredible) celebrity, his (stunning) strength, his (beautiful) body, or juste because he is a Black man and Disney want to change mentalities? Does Black men would even feel more represented by seeing a Black actor chosen to play a white character instead of creating a new Black hero with his own story?

Or they could also make live action about Black characters instead of doing race swap because that will create more racism, to my opinion, or more division between races : some white persons wants him to play Hercules and some Black people thinks a white man should plays a white man. So, who is right? Who should be listened? 🤔 Maybe what's racist is to give to Black actors white characters to plays as if Black men weren't inspiring enough. It's only my opinion.

Here is a list of actors who could play Hercules

Even if there is many Black actors who would be awesome in this role, at least Michael B. Jordan would be great as Prince Naveen of Maldonia from Princess and the Frog (2009) if Disney decided to make a live action of it. He is handsome, cocky, kind and funny so it wouldn't be difficult to imagine. Right? 🤨

If there is Black character who would be amazing if he was played by Michael B. Jordan, it's undoubtedly Val-Zod from DC. Mostly known as the "Black Superman", I considers him worthy of being in cinema. Apparently there was a project of this movie and i even wanted to write a story about him.

That would be incredible to see a new black superhero, and these fanarts are inpiring! If you have any plot idea about Val-Zod, tell me! I've thought of an interracial gay love story since he is supposed to love Supergirl, but maybe Val-Zod could love a male Lois Lane!

What's disturbing with the choice of Michael B. Jordan as Prince Hercules (again, if that happen) is that white men seems to be voluntary erased by Disney to show Black men as betters. Think about it : if a white man is cast as Hades (despite being Hercules's uncle) and a black man as Zeus, that would clearly mean that white men are the devil and black men are our saviors! It was already my problem with the THE LITTLE MERMAID live action (Ursula, King Triton and his daughters being almost all non-white persons), which isn't realistic. And tell me that you can do everything you want with fiction, you have to stay at least logical.

The reason why i am not sure that I'm against Michael B. Jordan hired to play Hercules is that I'm a brainwashed snowbunny whiteboy interracial addict who clearly worship Black men so i am so confused and don't know if it's treason or stupidity to like this choice, or if it being acceptive and liking Black men. I honestly don't know what to think until I'll see Michael B. Jordan as Hercules.

That's why i makes you plays this game.

So, to me, a Black actor shouldn't be prevented to play a white hero, but when this one is very famous for having a particular body (and for once a white hero could be a strong alpha male), i don't find this choice clever. However, Michael B. Jordan have the good personality like Hercules and his life has been almost the same : from nothing and a skinny underestimated boy, he became a hot famous actor (he already have his star on the Walk of Fame : read my Man Of The Day article if you want to know more about it), thirsted on by almost everyone! He is Hercules! But should he be the Disney Hercules? I don't know. I still wait to know it.

Here is another game with Michael B. Jordan

And another one

The Disney movie inspired me this story

Part 1

Part 2

And here is a story about Hercules in Marvel

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#Michael B Jordan #Michael B. Jordan #Black Panther #Panthère Noire #MCU #Disney #Hercules #Prince #King #Roi #Dieu #God #Mythology #Acteur #Actor #Homme noir #Black man #florian munteanu #Interracial #Gay #Game #Jeu #Article #Post personnel #Personal post #Movie #Cinema

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

What If They Haven’t Heard?

by Ken Ham

One of the questions Christians have debated through the ages is, “What happens to people who die but have never heard the gospel?” The same question is asked about young children. Skeptics have often used such questions to denigrate Christianity and stump Christians.

Now, we are not going to have all the answers. But in building our thinking on God’s Word, we should be able to have at least a big picture answer, even if we don’t have all the details. God hasn’t revealed everything to us! We will always have an infinite amount more to know.

Now in regard to children, personally, I believe those children are a separate category for which the Bible doesn’t really say much but does hint at with David’s comment when his son died, “I shall go to him, but he will not return to me” (2 Samuel 12:16-23).

In regard to both categories, we should always remember what Abraham said to God, “Shall not the Judge of all the earth do what is just?” (Genesis 18:25). And yes, there are times we just have to admit we don’t know for sure and we do need to leave it to God.

However, the Bible does make it clear that, “There is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved” (Acts 4:12). Salvation is only possible through trusting Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior.

But what if people haven’t heard?

God’s Word teaches that God has made it evident to all he is the Creator, “For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them. For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse” (Romans 1:19–20).

We are told that all humans have a conscience: “They show that the work of the law is written on their hearts”(Romans 2:15).

All humans know God exists. And if they want truth, God will give it to them, “. . . if you seek it like silver and search for it as for hidden treasures, then you will understand the fear of the LORD and find the knowledge of God”(Proverbs 2:3–5).

In 1 Kings 10:1, we read that the Queen of Sheba came seeking. “Now when the queen of Sheba heard of the fame of Solomon concerning the name of the LORD, she came to test him with hard questions.” She is just one example of someone in the Bible who sought truth, and God gave it to her. It would seem from Matthew 12 in talking about the religious leaders who rejected him, Jesus refers to the Queen of Sheba as an example of someone who was pagan but recognized the truth of God.

“The queen of the South will rise up at the judgment with this generation and condemn it, for she came from the ends of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon, and behold, something greater than Solomon is here” (Matthew 12:42).

Every human is without excuse. If they want light, God will give them light. That’s God’s sovereignty. But then there’s our responsibility: “How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, ‘How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!’”(Romans 10:14–15).

Responsibility and sovereignty work together. We must do everything humanly possible to reach as many people as possible with the truth of God’s Word and the saving gospel. At the same time, we know our sovereign God will direct our paths, will open and shut doors, and will ensure those who want the light will receive the light.

An example of this is found in the book of Acts: “And when they had come up to Mysia, they attempted to go into Bithynia, but the Spirit of Jesus did not allow them. So, passing by Mysia, they went down to Troas. And a vision appeared to Paul in the night: a man of Macedonia was standing there, urging him and saying, ‘Come over to Macedonia and help us.’ And when Paul had seen the vision, immediately we sought to go on into Macedonia, concluding that God had called us to preach the gospel to them” (Acts 16:7–10).

The apostle Paul was going to a particular place to proclaim the gospel, but God shut the door and redirected him to others who needed and wanted the light.

We just can’t comprehend God’s ways. As we are told, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD” (Isaiah 55:8).

That’s why we should always do all we can to obey the Great Commission given in Mathew 28, but understanding God will direct our paths:

“Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths” (Proverbs 3:5–6).

#Ken Ham #What If They Haven’t Heard? #Gospel #unheard #death #what happens?

[algumaideia]

Nico quotes- Son of Neptune

Until that morning, her brother Nico had been the most powerful demigod she knew. The others at Camp Jupiter saw him as a traveling oddball, about as harmless as the fauns. Hazel knew better. She hadn’t grown up with Nico, hadn’t even known him very long. But she knew Nico was more dangerous than Reyna, or Octavian, or maybe even Jason.

...

Nico didn’t appear scary. He was skinny and sloppy in his rumpled black clothes. His hair, as always, looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. Hazel remembered when she’d met him. The first time she’d seen him draw that black sword of his, she’d almost laughed. The way he called it “Stygian iron,” all serious-like—he’d looked ridiculous. This scrawny white boy was no fighter. She certainly hadn’t believed they were related.

...

Um, anyway,” Nico continued, “Saturn probably faded back to the abyss. We all thought the war was over. Now it looks like the Titans’ defeat stirred up Gaea. She’s starting to wake. I’ve heard reports of giants being reborn. If they mean to challenge the gods again, they’ll probably start by destroying the demigods....” “You’ve told Reyna this?” Percy asked. “Of course.” Nico’s jaw tensed. “The Romans don’t trust me. That’s why I was hoping she’d listen to you. Children of Pluto...well, no offense, but they think we’re even worse than children of Neptune. We’re bad luck.” “They let Hazel stay here,” Percy noted. “That’s different,” Nico said. “Why?”

...

“Frank.” Nico smiled. He seemed to find Frank amusing, maybe because Frank was the only one at camp who wasn’t uneasy around the children of Pluto.

...

“No,” Nico said. “I’m sorry I can’t tell you more. I can’t interfere. Percy has to find his own way at this camp.” “Is he dangerous?” she asked. Nico managed a dry smile. “Very. To his enemies. But he’s not a threat to Camp Jupiter. You can trust him.” “Like I trust you,” Hazel said bitterly. Nico twisted his skull ring. Around him, bones began to quiver as if they were trying to form a new skeleton. Whenever he got moody, Nico had that effect on the dead, kind of like Hazel’s curse. Between them, they represented Pluto’s two spheres of control: death and riches. Sometimes Hazel thought Nico had gotten the better end of the deal.

“Look, I know this is hard,” Nico said. “But you have a second chance. You can make things right.” “Nothing about this is right,” Hazel said. “If they find out the truth about me—” “They won’t,” Nico promised. “They’ll call a quest soon. They have to. You’ll make me proud. Trust me, Bi—” He caught himself, but Hazel knew what he’d almost called her: Bianca. Nico’s real sister—the one he’d grown up with. Nico might care about Hazel, but she’d never be Bianca. Hazel was the simply the next best thing Nico could manage—a consolation prize from the Underworld. “I’m sorry,” he said. Hazel’s mouth tasted like metal, as if gold nuggets were popping up under her tongue. “Then it’s true about Death? Is Alcyoneus to blame?” “I think so,” Nico said. “It’s getting bad in the Underworld. Dad’s goingcrazy trying to keep things under control. From what Percy said about the gorgons, things are getting worse up here, too. But look, that’s why you’re here. All that stuff in your past—you can make something good come out of it. You belong at Camp Jupiter.” That sounded so ridiculous, Hazel almost laughed. She didn’t belong in this place. She didn’t even belong in this century.

...

Dakota belched. “Ambassador from Pluto, they call him. Reyna’s never sure what to do with this guy when he visits. You should have seen her face when he showed up with Hazel, asking Reyna to take her in. Um, no offense.”

...

“Nico is kind of mysterious. He makes everybody else nervous, being the son of Pluto, and all.”

...

Nico put his finger to his lips. Suddenly all the Lares went silent. Some looked alarmed, like their mouths had been glued together. Percy wished he had that power over certain living people...like Octavian, for instance.

...

“I came looking for my sister. Death has gone missing, so I thought...I thought I could bring her back and no one would notice.” “Back to life?” Hazel asked. “Is that possible?” “It should have been.” Nico sighed. “But she’s gone. She chose to be reborn into a new life. I’m too late.”

#nico di angelo #son of neptune #for me

[naminethewriter]

Brothers and Secrets Chapter One: Coming Home

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Summary: Remus set out on his backpacking trip across Europe with a route in mind but no set time frame. So when he suddenly calls Roman as he's about to go to bed and demands to be picked up from the airport, Roman is rightfully caught off guard. As it turns out, Remus has experienced more in those two years than his brother had thought, not only getting himself a boyfriend but also a house to live in with said boyfriend.

There are many things Roman finds suspicious about this new set of circumstances and as time goes on, the mysteries pile on. Remus is hiding something, but what? And how will his secrets impact not only Roman's life but that of their friends Patton and Janus as well?

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Roman was tired. Rehearsals had been long since the grand opening was only a few weeks away and everyone was nervous. Still, he was very proud of their progress! Most lines had been memorized and there were very few hang-ups anymore. The set looked gorgeous (of course it did, Roman had designed it himself), lighting was starting to look good, and the costumes came along nicely as well. And despite everything seemingly going smoothly… Roman couldn’t help but feel like something ominous was hanging in the air. Though he had no idea what.

 Well, there was no use worrying about it. As much as he’d like to, he couldn’t control destiny. If he did, he’d be a famous actor, married to his soulmate and living in a castle. But he didn’t so he lived in his apartment, alone, an actor employed at a local theatre in a city nobody outside it really cared about. Not that it meant he had given up on his dreams but progress towards them was slower than he had anticipated.

 Again, something he shouldn’t be worried about right that minute. He should worry about getting ready for bed. It was getting late and he had another day of rehearsals in front of him. So, he turned off the tv, stood from his getting-too-old-and-should-be-replaced-if-only-he-had-the-money-for-it couch, stretched, and made his way to the bathroom. He considered showering but decided against it; he’d benefit from it more in the morning.

He was in the middle of his daily evening skin care routine when his phone rang. Who would call him this late? Grumbling, he made his way back to the living room where he had left the device. He checked the number before accepting the call, but it wasn’t saved in his contacts and he didn’t recognize it either. Still, he was curious, so he picked up.

 “Hello?”

 “RO-BRO!” His ears rang and he instinctively held the phone away. He could still hear the other clearly. “How’ve ya been? Did I wake you up? Please tell me I woke you up!”

 “You didn’t. But I was about to go to bed.”

 “Fucking damnit. I’ll call you again in 30 minutes then.”

 “Don’t you dare hang up!” Remus snickered on the other line.

 “I missed riling you up, Ro-bro.” Roman rolled his eyes, already regretting having answered his phone.

 “So why are you calling all of a sudden? Run out of money for postcards? Your last one came months ago, I thought they sent you to prison or something.”

 “I was arrested a few times but they always let me out a day later.”

 “Why am I not surprised?”

 “Because you’ve known me since we were born? I’ve been arrested plenty times before at home.”

 “I know, I know, no need to remind me. Now answer my questions so I can go to bed soon.”

 “What questions?”

 Roman groaned, massaging his temples with his free hand.

 “I asked why you’re calling me all of a sudden.”

 “Oh right! I need you to pick me up.”

 “… Pick you up where?”

 “The airport of course!”

 “Which airport?”

 “Roro, did you have an accident while I was away or something? There’s only one airport close to home. You dropped me off here when I left?”

 “I’m sorry that I didn’t expect you to come back all of a sudden and demand that I pick you up in the middle of the night! Especially since you didn’t think it necessary to send word about your whereabouts for four months!”

 “Whatever! Are you gonna come or what?” Roman groaned, already moving back towards his bathroom to clean his face from the face mask that he’d put on right before Remus called.

 “Do I have a choice?”

 “Sure! You could give me Pat’s number and I’ll call him instead.”

 “As if I would let you disturb him this late! And why Patton specifically?”

 “’Cause I already asked Janny and he said he wouldn’t do it.”

 “You called Janus before me?”

 “Yeah, I had his number memorized.”

 “And not mine?”

 “Nope!”

 “So how are you calling me right now?”

 “I asked Janny for your number and he gave it to me!”

 “Why didn’t you ask him for Patton’s?”

 “I did, but he wouldn’t give it to me. Something about him already being asleep and having to work early tomorrow.”

 “I have work tomorrow, too, does that not count for anything?”

 “Apparently not to Janny.”

 “Ugh, fine! I’m on my way.”

 “Cool. I’ll do ya a favor and start walking.”

 “You will do no such thing!”

 “Why?! I’m trying to help.”

 “You do not have a phone and if we miss each other, I will not spend an hour driving around trying to find you! So, you’re gonna stay where you are, at the airport, and I will pick you up there, understood?”

 “Wow, Ro-bro,” Remus whistled. “Where’d that tone come from? You a dom now?”

 “Not something I want to hear from you! Just stay. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

 “Ok.”

 “Promise me you won’t leave the airport.”

 “I promise.” Roman could see his brother roll his eyes but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t let Remus derail his night any worse than he already had.

 “Good. See you in a bit. Don’t get arrested.”

 “Now that I can’t promise~” Roman hung up before he lost his mind. Leave it to Remus to completely ruin his night with just one phone call. But at least he knew his brother was safe now. He didn’t like to admit it, but he was worried when the postcards stopped coming.

 He quickly removed the mask, threw a jacket over his pajamas since he wasn’t going to get changed for this and grabbed his car keys.

 On the way to the garage, he considered calling Janus to demand an explanation and get him back for setting Remus on him, but he decided against it. Remus would crash at his place for a while, that had been part of the plan, so he guessed one way or the other he would have been disturbed by his brother that night anyway.

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 Thankfully there wasn’t much traffic so late at night. Roman was at the airport within the assumed half hour and found his brother loitering around the parking lot easily.

 Well, you would need to try really hard to not notice Remus. His time in Europe evidently hadn��t changed his taste in clothes. He wore a shirt with some sort of horrific artwork on it, a denim vest littered with pins and patches over it. His legs were wrapped in fishnets and booty shorts that barely covered his ass. Roman was surprised security let him through.

 Remus spotted him pretty much as soon as he stepped out of the car. His face lit up and Roman could see that he still had that mustache that he refused to shave off since high school. And Roman wasn’t sure, but he believed there were new piercings on his twin’s face, though his hair still remained the same mouse brown as his own but with that streak of silver he liked for some reason.

 All in all, Remus hasn’t changed all that much. Somehow that was a relief to Roman.

 “Ro-bro! You made it!”

 “Yeah. And you managed to not get arrested, I’m so proud of you.”

 “Aw, thanks.” Roman rolled his eyes before he was pulled into a hug which he reluctantly reciprocated.

 “You stink.”

 “You know, you’re not the first person to tell me that today.”

 “I can imagine. I feel sorry for whoever had to sit next to you on the flight.”

 “Eh, she stopped complaining after the first hour.”

 “Riiiiiiight. Anyway, let’s get going, I have rehearsal tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep.” Remus snorted but let go of Roman and moved to the passenger side. He threw his backpack on the backseat and then climbed in himself. Roman took one deep breath to steal himself for the drive back and to accept that his car was going to smell like his brother for the foreseeable future.

 “So, are you going to entertain me with your travelling stories or what?” Roman asked as they left the airport parking lot towards the highway leading back home. His brother made a noncommittal noise, and he could see him shrug out of the corner of his eye.

 “Don’t really wanna give the spiel twice, you know? Rather wait until we meet up with Janny and Pattycake.”

 “Fine. Enlighten me at least about your whereabouts the last four months and why exactly you stopped sending cards?” Another shrug.

 “Didn’t feel like it anymore. I can only write so many cards before it gets stale, ‘specially since I was staying in the same place the whole time.” Roman raised an eyebrow but kept his eyes on the road.

 “You stayed somewhere for more than a week? That’s unusual.”

 “I know but it was kinda nice. Having a routine and all that. I drew a lot in that time. Really improved, I think.”

 “Sounds good. Where was that? I can’t remember the place you sent the last card from.”

 “Liechtenstein.”

 “Likt- what?”

 “Liech-ten-stein. It’s one of those really small countries they have over there. Between Switzerland and Austria.”

 “How the hell did you end up there?”

 “It’s one of the places I was most interested in actually! All the small ones, honestly. Andorra, San Marino, Luxembourg. Think about it, countries in Europe are smaller than U.S. states! They’re so small! And these are even tinier! If I really wanted to, I could probably tour the entire country in one day!”

 “Okay, okay, I get it. But why stay in Likten-whatever in particular?”

 “Liechtenstein.”

 “I’m tired, I won’t get it, just answer my question without trying to teach me the pronunciation of some obscure European country,” Roman groaned which got his brother giggling.

 “I really missed you, Ro-bro. Nobody’s as fun to rile up as you.”

 “Yeah, yeah, I know. Talk.”

 “You’re so demanding today, is that normal now?”

 “Remus, don’t make me stop the car so I can hit you in peace.”

 “You wouldn’t be able to anyway. I’m quicker than you.” Roman groaned.

 “Are you gonna keep this up for the entire time back home now?”

 “Nah, just until it stops being funny.”

 “I’m going to start ignoring you.”

 “Fiiiiiiine, I’ll stop. Don’t be such a pussy about it.”

 “Remus.” Remus rolled his eyes.

 “I said fine!” A moment of silence. “What was your question again?” A louder groan than before escaped Roman but he didn’t complain again, it wouldn’t get them anywhere.

 “Why stay in that country and not any of the others?”

 “Oh, right! I met a guy!”

 “A guy?”

 “Yeah. I went to a famous club there, got a one-night stand and then met him the next morning.”

 “So not the guy you slept with?”

 “Nah, but they’re family and living together. Met him in the kitchen when I wanted some coffee before leaving. Needless to say, I stayed longer than I planned.”

 “Of course you did.”

 “They didn’t mind! The house was big enough for like 20 people and they lived there alone. I got my own room and everything.”

 “And you just freeloaded there for four months?”

 “Nah, I stayed there for like two before continuing my travels.”

 “So you went back later?” Roman asked, baffled. He almost missed his exit. They’d be home in around ten minutes now.

 “Of course. I needed to bring my escort back home, didn’t I?” It was so hard to resist the urge to punch Remus and focus on the road instead. Roman consciously had to unclench his teeth and grip on the steering wheel. His brother was so infuriating sometimes.

 “You travel around with them?”

 “Nah, just the one.”

 “The one you didn’t sleep with.”

 “I mean by that point I did.”

 “Fine. You went travelling with a guy you met two months prior?”

 “Yeah. He expressed interest in my route, said he hadn’t gotten out much the last couple years and would like to accompany me. Why would I say no?”

 “Because he was basically a stranger? And you were on a continent with hardly any money and no phone or way to contact home? What would you have done if he left you somewhere in the wilderness with nothing but your clothes?!”

 “Go feral. What else is there to do?” Roman let out a loud groan.

 “I hate you and your stupid nonexistent survival instinct.”

 “I would do better surviving out there than you, pillow princess.”

 “Not what I meant!”

 “Yeah, yeah. It was fine in the end, right? Besides, you don’t even know him.” Roman could feel his brother rolling his eyes and he clenched his teeth again in frustration.

 “I don’t need to know him. That’s why it’s called stranger-danger.”

 “Whatever. Logan would never, he has more class than you. After he came along, we always stayed in hotels and drove in his car and shit. Hell, I even bathed regularly.”

 “Then why do you smell like that?”

 “Because I wanted to,” Remus grinned and Roman once again wanted to hit him very badly. Instead, he just pulled into his street. Almost home. Almost able to actually hit his brother.

 “I hate you.”

 “No, you don’t.”

 “I don’t, but sometimes I really wished I did.”

 “That I can believe.” Roman parked his car in the designated spot in front of the apartment building he’s living in. They both got out and Remus stretched and yawned before grabbing his backpack.

 “I’m so fucking tired. Jetlag’s gonna kill me, I’m warning you now.”

 “Careful, that sounds reasonable,” Roman deadpanned and his brother cackled. They went inside silently; it was late and Roman was worried about his neighbors. Remus’ exhaustion must have hit him hard since he didn’t even argue. Inside the apartment, Roman sent his twin off to the bathroom while he prepared the couch for sleeping. He grabbed a bedsheet, an old blanket, and a cushion, pulled out the couch so Remus could spread out like Roman knew he’d do in his sleep and got to work.

 “You brushed your teeth?” he asked when Remus came back.

 “Who are you, our mom?”

 “Just answer the question, you oaf.”

 “I did.”

 “Good. You’ll take a shower in the morning. I won’t let you crash here for potential months if you stink like that.”

 “No need to worry about that. Already got a place to stay, it’ll just take like two weeks until I can move there. Goodnight.”

 “Wait, Remus, what does that mean? How did you already find something?! Remus!” But his brother was already fast asleep and starting to snore. Roman rubbed his temples. This was going to be stressful, wasn’t it?

#namiswriting #brothers and secrets #chapter one: coming home #creativitwins #roman sanders #ts roman #remus sanders #ts remus #fluff #multichapter fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[anxiouslyfred]

Interrogations, Threats and Apologies

Summary: So Virgil had woken up after his friends got him drunk, married to Remus and trying to get to know the man he'd latched onto in a night he can't remember. Now he's got his new husband's brother asking questions all while trying to get his luggage back from the friends who had let him wander off after having drunk more than he realised. At least his husband and brother-in-law are looking after him.

A continuation of Lost in Vegas

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From how Remus had been since waking up Virgil hadn't known what to expect from meeting his brother. He'd guessed that Roman was the more responsible one but realising by how much was absurd.

Still it had been decent until they were in the car to meet his friends and reclaim his luggage from them.

"So Virgil, you seem kind of paranoid, impulsive drunken wedding aside. Is that from a criminal past?" Roman's tone had switched to interrogating in an instant.

Remus just groaned loud enough to delay Virgil's reply. "I'd love that but seriously if you're going to interrogate start with questions that won't send my husband running."

"Also no. It's not paranoid to worry about gambling or losing your keys when drinking, especially when in Vegas." Virgil scoffed, refusing to answer the actual question.

"Then why are you in Vegas if you're so concerned over what could happen?" Roman continued to ask.

Virgil frowned, half glaring, "Why are you? Pretty sure where we're going makes it clear enough why I'm here."

"Brotherly bonding and damage control. I don't trust Remus not to get in trouble when he decides to holiday here. What do you do for a living?" The irritation at his interrogation was being ignored clearly.

"Tell managers that their premises suck and need a million things doing to meet OSHA standards. What's with all the questions?" Virgil snapped now, turning to glare out the taxi window.

"I'm just trying to get to know my brother-in-law. Everyone expected me to get married and sail into the sunset after a day of meeting my true love and I just want to know Remus's." Roman's gestures showed even in the windows reflection that he was being melodramatic.

"Wait for us to know each other before spouting true love okay, Anna. Besides family connection does not entitle you to my life's story." If Remus hadn't decided they had to hold hands Virgil would have swatted Roman to bring him back to reality.

Remus reached over to hit him anyway, using the excuse of dodging Roman's counter to push closer to Virgil. “Even I've not asked for that broman! Let the man get used to this without trying to appease you too!”

A glance at Virgil moving to allow Remus leaning into him had Roman sighing, “Okay, I can give you that, but can I at least go through the warning labels you should come carrying?”

“Oh you brought my list of kinks on holiday with us? Can I check it doesn't need updating?” Remus beamed over at his brother, an arm reaching out even as he remained pressed to Virgil's side.

Roman slapped him away, “I mean the many ways your impulses leave you likely to die, get murdered or otherwise blow yourself and everyone nearby up.”

“And Virgil's a safety inspector. If anyone's qualified to be my husband without the list of warnings you think are necessary it's him!” It would have sounded like an argument to Virgil if it wasn't obvious Remus was enjoying every moment.

He didn't hold back the snicker, finally pushing Remus away a little so he could move away from the door. “How about we focus on getting my stuff back and I get to know Remus without you trying to filter it all?”

His words to finally end the subject were perfectly timed as the taxi pulled up outside the Smoking Lion Hotel. One of his friends was stood outside, watching the street cautiously so Virgil guessed the rest of them were all inside as Remus had threatened them to be.

“Hey.” He called, climbing out of the car, immediately getting the attention of the brothers as they climbed out behind him. “Want to show me where everyone else is?”

Trevor had jumped at his call, before nodding. “You're actually okay? This husband of yours isn't some kind of criminal is he?”

“I'm questioning my judgement in friends given I don't remember ever ordering a second drink and only have missing memories from after I'd left the casino you took us to, but husband wise, well he's not insisting I move state immediately so I'm okay.” Virgil rolled his eyes, leading Remus and Roman into the entrance of the hotel and watching his friend scramble to follow.

It wasn't hard to spot the 7 others that were on this trip and Virgil was already making his way over, hand out ready for his key. “Hey guys, guess you all had a great night without me?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Here's your key, man. Sorry about, y'know, losing you.” Mike shrugged, handing it over easily and backing off as soon as he saw Roman freeze, gaze darkening.

“You had Virgil's room key? Seriously?” Roman demanded, stepping closer to the group beside Remus.

Mike backed away a little more, glancing to Virgil uncertainly. “Yeah? He asked me to look after it if he was having a drink?” His words sounded more like a question than an explanation and he was definitely hoping for Virgil to speak up for him.

Roman straightened his posture, voice going from loud to condemning, like a lord dictating to his court, “So while you held the only way you knew of for Virgil to have a safe place to sleep tonight did you even attempt to find him after he left the casino you brought him to?”

“Dude, we yelled ourselves hoarse for him and if he wasn't such a stick in the mud maybe he could have joined us in having some fun.” Trevor argued, the murmurs and calls of agreement from others in the group seeming to be the only thing stopping him from backing away when Roman's glare turned to him.

He wasn't expecting Remus to bound away from Virgil and get into his face, ear almost forced to his mouth. “You don't sound very hoarse! In fact none of you do and none of you tried texting, calling, leaving a voicemail. Wanna give me your phone so I can show the state it should be in for that to be the case? Probably shouldn't even be in just pieces given you already know that Virgil worries about things going wrong and getting lost in Vegas is definitely up there. I should know given he's My Husband!”

“Hi, congratulations on the wedding then.” Jake squeaked. Since he'd been stood right next to Trevor he'd gotten the full effect of Remus's actions and glare.

“That doesn't sound like the apologies you should be saying. How did Virgil end up as drunk as he did?” Roman stated, meeting the eyes of any of Virgil's friends not already looking at the ceiling or floor to avoid it.

Mike turned to Virgil now, beseeching, “Come on, Virge. You know we wouldn't let you get hurt.”

“That's not answering Roman's question and right this moment I do not know that. What I know is that I left the casino because I saw Keith and Trevor refilling my glass from their own and that when I met Remus his first thought to help me was getting me some water. I might not remember the wedding, because of however much you made me drink but someone tricking me into having more and someone helping me rehydrate and start sobering up are easy to know who's more trustworthy between them.” Virgil spoke quietly, beginning to feel worn out from the emotions of the morning so far but refusing to help his friends disregard the damage their actions could have done.

“They did that too?” The exclamation was echoed by multiple guys in the group, before basically everyone took a simultaneous step backwards at the combined glare of Roman and Remus.

Remus had straightened up now, stretching his back and cracking his knuckles. “Let's revisit what I told you on the phone. I'm more than willing to defenestrate as many of you as I can before security stops me and if they don't I'll carry on carving the reasons you shouldn't trick people into drinking more than they want, let alone abandoning them when they don't feel safe. I had better be hearing some apologies right now.”

“Yeah, Sorry. Definitely should have called and we're really sorry we didn't think to try that.” Trevor hurried to say, shrinking in on himself as if he was going to bow.

“Should have listened to you about making sure nothing was done to your drinks rather than being the ones to do that and I'm really sorry for doing it.” One of the friends Virgil hadn't known long enough to remember the name of carried on.

Keith took a deep breath, flinching at the expectant stares the brothers turned on him. “I – I apologise. I thought we'd be helping you relax and stop worrying about all the shit you talk about but it was wrong of me, of us. I'm sorry for planning this, for pushing you so far out of your boundaries.”

A few others in the group spoke up, each getting closer to genuine apologies until Roman looked away. “I'm sure your apologies will continue in changed behaviour once you're all back home again. If I know my brother at all he'll be there to ensure it's so, otherwise help his husband in finding new friends and cutting all of you out completely.”

“Remus has said that, although don't be surprised if in a few months he's convincing me to move to your state. Can I go and get my things, or at least change into clean clothes now?” Virgil muttered, glancing up at the stairs.

Since he'd come down them the night before his life had undoubtedly been changed, but right now he just wanted to imagine it wasn't a lonely mess that awaited him if Remus ever gave up on this drunken marriage.

#dukexiety #creativitwins #protective remus #protective roman #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Enjoy a faery au idea I've had sitting in my docs for close to three years now

Logan trudged behind his friends, trying hard not to roll his eyes at their excited chatting. He'd known the twins since they were small and that entire time, they had been trying to convince him of the existence of the Fair Folk. On more than one occasion he had had to drag blankets outside to keep them warm when the twins had fallen asleep on a solstice or equinox trying to glimpse a Fae.

Today would be no different, he was sure. If anything it would be more exaggerated than usually. He'd seen Remus buying mushrooms at the market a few days previous, despite neither he nor Roman liking mushroom, but decided to play along with their game.

It was endearing of them in an odd sort of way. Though Logan found that he'd out grown instigating such games long ago, he found that playing along with the ones the twins started to be beneficial to them and their friendship. So he allowed them to lead him to the outskirts of their village and to a familiar area of the nearby wood where a tree had been struck by lightning some years before and was now said to be cursed.

Logan also rolled his eyes at this and, if anything, the tree was blessed because the strike did not start a fire.

"See!" Remus's excited voice pulled Logan from his musing. He was gesturing to a perfect ring of mushrooms at the base of the half charred tree. If anything Remus had done a good job of measuring out the distance for the mushrooms.

"Yes. A circle of mushroom that grow all over the place here."

Roman rolled his head back and groaned loudly. "Ugh! You're so boring. This is exciting! This ring wasn't even here a week ago."

Logan restrained himself from commenting on Remus's shopping habits of late. "That doesn't mean it was put here by Faeries."

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"Patton, are you sure about this?" Virgil asked for the umpteenth time. "I think if there were two new people in this area more than just you would have heard about it by now."

"Yes, I'm sure. They told me about their new circle and wanting to show their friend and meet other Fae around here. They're just trying to get settled, that's all. We should help them, Virgil."

"IIII don't know, Patt. I have a weird feeling about this. Humans in this area are weird. A few days ago there were a couple of them beating each other with sticks and laughing about it."

"Okay, yeah. Humans are a little bit weird," Patton admitted. "But I mean it's not like they're going around making fake Rings. That's just silly!"

Virgil blinked at his friend. "They were beating each other. With stick. And laughing about it. They might just be dumb enough to think they can make a fake Ring to catch one of us."

"I don't think they're that dumb, Virgil. Besides the Humans don't even come around here like they used to."

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"Of course it was!" Roman argued.

"Yeah, it's not like someone came out here and planted them there," Remus added and Roman elbowed him for it.

Logan arched a brow at the twins then sighed. "And I suppose you're going to propose that I step into the circle to test out your theory that this is a real Faery Circle?"

Roman held up his hands. "We're not going to make you. But we know how much you like trying new things and figuring out how things work and all of that so, y'know, we did think you might find this to be a fun little experiment."

Logan rolled his with a sigh and stepped into the ring. He held out his hands to either side as if to say, "See? There you go." and scrunched his mouth to side. "See? No one's here."

"Hi there!" A cheery voice called from behind Logan.

Remus shrieked and jumped into his brother's arms.

Logan spun around just as two figures appeared out of the woods. One was slightly taller than the other, who seemed contain to hide behind they're companion's shoulder, with bright blue eyes that seemed somehow just slightly too wide.

"Patton," the one hiding whispered hoarsely. "Those are the two I told you about! The ones hitting each other with sticks and laughing about it! They're Humans!"

"They said this was their Ring, Virgil. Humans don't have rings."

"They do if they plant them," Logan answered in a calm monotone that surprised himself.

The Faery apparently called Patton frowned in confusion. "Well, that's silly. Why would they do that?"

"Good question," Logan glanced to his friends. "Care to explain?"

Roman dropped his brother, squared his shoulders, and stepped into the Ring next to Logan. "This my Ring that I created with my brother."

Remus scrambled to his feet and dusted himself off. "Yeah- Yes. Yes! This is our Ring, created with only the finest of mushroom and very carefully measured out to make only the most perfect of circles!"

Roman glared at his brother and smacked the back of his head.

Logan blinked in disbelief at his friends.

"I understand you two were trying to trick me, but you do realize you managed to attract a real faery, correct?"

"Wait, what?" The twins asked in unison.

"We need to leave," Virgil urged. "We're not supposed to show ourselves to Humans."

"You're Humans?" Patton asked the twins, confusion scrunching one side of his face.

"You're not?!" Roman questioned.

Logan's head snapped up at a snickering in the tree above them. Perched in the branches was a humanoid form that was barely discernable from the tree around them. "Fascinating," he breathed.

"Quick!" Virgil tugged on Patton's arm. "Let's get out of here while they're distracted!"

"Hello," Patton called up the tree instead.

"Patton!" Virgil pleaded.

"Afternoon," a breezy voice answered. The figure turned his head to Logan. "You have a keen eye for a Human. Most Fae don't even notice me up here."

"I have my friends to thank for that."

The figure hummed thoughtfully. "Mmm. Trouble makers, are they?"

Logan glanced over his shoulder at the twins. "I suppose to some."

"And to you?"

"Equal parts the best and worst thing that has happened to me."

The figure laughed and it sounded like a shaking branch. "You're an honest one, aren't you?"

"I've been told that lying to the Fair Folk is unwise," Logan answered coolly.

"And you think yourself wise, Human?"

"I find that wise is a relative term. But wiser than some, yes."

"Is he making fun of us?" Remus asked.

Roman nodded. "Pretty sure, yeah."

"It seems your companions are smarter than you credit them," the voice teased.

"They have their moments."

"How long have you been watching us?" Patton asked.

"Since the one called Remus planted these mushrooms under my tree," the voice answered. "You've all made for great entertainment. It's not very often that humans come around this area anymore. The ones that do are dull," he said dismissively. "You lot, though. You are very intriguing indeed. And you needn't worry. I'm not going to report you to the fairy court for fraternizing with humans. If they had been boring I might on just on the principle of it, but these ones... These ones are...different."

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #my writing #lowkey hoping posting this will make me want to work on it more

[daviddshiki]

The Adventures of David Dashiki-Stories of an African American Hero...Year of the Black Man-2024

The first and greatest Black orator of the twentieth century was not, as a young printer in Jamaica, a natural speaker: this young, private, intense activist taught himself through trial and humiliation until he learned to speak with fiery immediacy to audiences of any size." The excellence and power of Garvey's oratory was the single most uncontroversial of his attributes, Garvey's enemies were as dazzled by his speeches as his admirers. The fluency of his speeches lay in the fact that he had something to say, something which touched so deeply that it constituted an outpouring from the heart and found response in his hearers." (Historian's reflection on the impact of the oratory of Marcus Garvey).

I was raised in Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, New York-(Daddy Dashiki speaks). If you have never heard of it, it is the sports capitol of the universe. We played everything with ball in it...Punch Ball, Stick Ball, Baseball, Softball, Stoop Ball, Box Ball, Dodge Ball, Football and when Bill Ware's brother discovered a new kind of ball at his local high school, we played Soccer in the streets. Injury comes with sports part and parcel. The mash unit for me was the kitchen table and the doctor was DeDe Dashiki, my mother.

With so many scrapes and bruises, I suffered battle fatigue. One day, I asked Mama De De if there was not another remedy besides IODINE . It was as painful as Hell. I explained to her. Well, not in that language. She stared me down. " Would you prefer to do this yourself? You need to act like the man you profess to be. All puffed up but only air inside. Of course, it hurts. That is what tells me it's working. " To this day, I remember those words. " There are times when we have to suffer and sacrifice to achieve a cure. That pain shows us that we are moving toward our goal. For what we want to accomplish in this Year of the Black Man 2024..will require a little sting. Our forefathers understood that. They endured that pinch in spite of the fact that there was no safety or relief in sight. What we overlook is that our opposition wants us to focus on the imminent pain and not the goal. Since we are what we think about most of the time, focusing on the impending discomfort will make the racist living conditions of being Black in America more palatable in comparison to the prick. De De was right as always. There were greater sacrifices made. Dr. Martin Luther King, Medgar Evers, Herbert Lee, Roman Ducksworth, Addie Mae Collins, Denise McNair, Caroline Robertson, Cynthia Wesley, Louis Allen, Henry Hezekiah Dee, Charles Eddie Moore, Oneal Moore...Those were the fighters who did not run from conflict. They stood fearlessly. The sting did not threaten them. Therefore , we have a responsibility, a mandate to be unafraid, to be steadfast in this struggle. In this way, we honor our dead.

We must act for the freedom promised. We must act because we are in a war against our existence but has never been declared . We must act for so many lives have been lost. We have suffered but America has even more so. With all of the killings, lynchings, segregation, discrimination, prejudice, racism , bias, bigotry, injustice, inequity and hatred, what has America gained? What it has lost is the full and complete contribution of an erudite, scholarly, creative, dynamic, dignified, loyal and industrious segment of its citizenry, Badass Black Folks. We are not where we should be or could be since all of us are not free.

Black Men, we must respond because our country needs us to keep the vision of America ever present in the mind and heart of its people. Why should we be the victims of a mentally deficient few? Why do we suffer the indignities and insults of the injured illiterates? Why should we have to fight for rights granted every other ethnic group in the country save us? . No! We stand up and make our desires, rights and wishes known. We prepare ourselves and especially our children for a life that white people in America enjoy. We fall no longer for the strategies inflicted upon us daily. There is nothing wrong with us except that you refuse to release us from the bonds and chains of racism. We have long ago paid our dues. In this moment, we want to collect on the debt you owe us. We have worked for it. We have earned it. We deserve it and we are willing to endure the IODIE to attain it.

This is what we know and are ready to act on. America has not made any commitment about securing for African Americans all the rights guaranteed all of its white citizens,

There has been a war declared on Black citizens by white citizens to prevent them from acquiring said rights. This is evident in every state in the union. There is a uniformity of negative treatment toward Blacks in America

The effort to maintain a state of second -class citizenship for Black Americans is fostered through the school system.

Black schools are providing an inferior product of education for its Black children.

Whereas white education is designed to prepare white children for success in the world with the complete and full cooperation of the system , parents, and political power brokers.

Black children who demonstrate high academic achievement are in the minority in Black schools and considered an anomaly. The rate of failure far exceeds high scholarship. The schools have inferior outcomes and more children are referred to special education than to specialized high schools. It is a system designed toward genocide rather than academic freedom.

There is no concern that these schools have been failing Black children for decades. If they were NON -profit enterprises, they would go under, have to close shop. These institutions of learning in a sentence can be described as follows, " Throw them into special education and close the door."

Black Men , We have to organize and act. Forget the IODINE. ACT!!!!!

#education #politics #culture #quotes

[adventism-atheism-orthodoxy-me]

Is your faith being constantly tested/shaken to the core?

For the time is come that judgment must begin at the House of GOD [1 Peter 4:17]

Esau have I hated, Jacob have I loved.

Did GOD cut the rope & let you be like Esau?

The LORD is saying don’t offer to ME any worship that won’t stand the fire—when honey goes through the fire becomes a black sticky mess.

Offer Frankincense, because the more the fiery trials the sweeter it becomes. Don’t offer to ME worship that when you’re tested & tried becomes a black sticky mess.

Thank-You for the question!

The TL;DR answer to the first question is No.

Am I in the house of God?

I suppose that is the question.

The one I, myself, have been trying to answer.

Latins call Protestants schismatics at best, Heretics at worst, with the truth extremely complicated. The Orthodox say the same about the Latins, who for that reason return the favor. The infighting among "Christians" is truly an embarrassment to the work that Christ tried to accomplish here on earth. However, I think truth should prevail over compromise, as do most other Christians, so none of this is going to end anytime soon as everyone does what is right in his own eyes. (Judges 21:25)

So. I started with premises. Is there a spiritual world - Yes or No; Does that Spiritual world contain a singular good, or is it just as chaotic as the material one; If there is a singular good, is it reasonable to accept Christ as his manifestation - yes or no.

Lastly, which form of Christianity has the fewest dogmas that impinge upon the transcendental nature of God, while affirming the concrete presence of Christ revealed on earth?

If there had been none, I would have been a non-affiliated Deist with a Stoic Praxis.

I had to say, though, that the mysterious nature of Eastern Orthodox Christianity provided the breathing room I needed. The dogmas as they stand, made sense from the standpoint of a God trying to break through to mankind in spite of mankind's own desire to look for Gods of his own making.

However, In an existential sense, I suppose none of us are truly outside the House of God. To use a old phrase - "We will each be judged according to the light we've been given." I heard it as an Adventist, and have heard it as a catechumen.

All of that though, I suspect is probably an aside.

If you read the Entirety of the section of 1 Peter 4:12 - 5:11, it has nothing to do with some form of Godly punishment, and has everything to do with suffering for Christ (John 15:20-22). We are told to bear up and not lose hope.

"Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you."

and

"And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.

The whole Jacob/Esau thing is interesting. Paul references a quote in Malachi (Malachi 1:2-3)

I have loved you,” says the Lord.

“But you ask, ‘How have you loved us?’

“Was not Esau Jacob’s brother?” declares the Lord. “Yet I have loved Jacob, but Esau I have hated, and I have turned his hill country into a wasteland and left his inheritance to the desert jackals.”

The whole new testament quote lacks context without the Malachi quote and without referring back to the story in Genesis 27. Esau gave up his birthright, therefore, he was not favored. I might also add that Esau (Edom) was known for it's apostacy, so if their land was subpar, it's easy to say that they were cursed. I think sometimes things in the Bible are there to make one point, and we moderns decide to use it for another, different point. (and call it a plain and obvious understanding). Also consider that Genesis might have been heavily edited after the Babylonian captivity to embellish an origin story for the Edomites. Dr. Jeannie Constantinou has one or two podcasts discussing Romans 9 that I will be listening to sometime soon. Thank-You.

Bottom line - Neither Ishmael, son of Abraham, nor Esau, Son of Isaac, were "Sons of the Promise", or Israelites.

The whole Frankincense/Honey thing sounds like a particularly esoteric illustration. Honey wasn't to be used in grain offerings, and frankincense was an incense that - well was used as an incense. Nowhere do I see both used in a passage that says don't use one over the other for these specific reasons. Honey in a grain offering would just be bad, as you say; and frankincense in the grain would make it unpalatable.

I actually prefer a silver (Isaiah 48:10) and stubble (Isaiah 47:14) purification illustration, but that's just me.

Lord have mercy upon me, A sinner

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