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sparkledfirecracker · 3 years

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Deeds For The Big Screen

I see writing as a form of creative artwork with everyone having its own liking or preference to it.

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Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, explicit language, sexwork, porn industry, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, oral receiving (f), swearing

Rating: explicit

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: You’re taking power into your hands when your actors don’t seem to do their job and are wasting expensive production time.

Word count: 3006

A/N: This might be a little rusty, I haven’t done this in a while, but some creators have inspired me to pick up writing again! Fairly new to Tumblr, despite having an account for years and having done zero with it. Apparently me dreaming about different story ideas has become a thing now. So bear with me here. As said; if I missed any warnings please feel free to let me know.

@punani ’s ‘The Fluffer’ was inspiration for the chosen work field. So thank you for writing that magnificent piece.

English is not my native language; my grammar mistakes are purely my own. Constructive criticism is allowed and appreciated, I won’t bite unless you’re being rude.

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Deeds For The Big Screen

Irritation bubbling underneath your annoyed expression, your lips tightly pressed together. Fingernails tapping aggressively on the armrests of your director’s chair. Your legs crossed, bouncing with frustration at the sight in front of you. It seemed liked the actors onsite were on a mission to make everyone’s life on set hell. Your hands grabbing the armrests your knuckles white from the intense grip of the edges of your chair.

You were a visionaire, adultery was your passion, you had been in the business for year before starting your own company. Focusing on the female friendlier porn demand had paid of well for you, your company was your pride and you thrived on the success. You ran a tight ship, time was money and currently both actors were wasting every second of it. The current creative project was not being envisioned at all. It had been meticulously drawn out on a storyboard, it seemed like everything that had been discussed and rehearsed was thrown out the window.

You let out an annoyed huff, it had been hours on end anything between action and cut. Your million-dollar superstar was propped on his elbows towering over the fragile body underneath him. His hips franticly pumping in and out of the actress underneath him, who was clawing her nails into his skin desperately. Was he really the problem or was it the useless woman caged underneath him. Her super loud moans that probably could be heard at the other side of the world and the quantity of clawing at his skin.

“CUT!!!” you yelled and everyone in the production stopped, heavy sighs heard across the studio. Your hands rubbed your face slightly not wanting to yell or lose control of the raging thoughts running through your mind.

“What’s wrong this time?” your most prized possession asked, the annoyance clearly dripping of his tone. He stood up facing you, his hands falling to his hips, sticking out his chest while his thick muscle stood proud against his pelvis. You couldn’t help but take in the sight, his cock was red and he was painfully hard. You licked your lips and took in a deep breath, trying to refocus on your thoughts.

“Alright let me make myself very clear here. The crew is TIRED and I am tired of fucking repeating myself” you took another deep breath as you felt anger rising “was I not clear enough when we had a table read yesterday and when we rehearsed this morning?” your eyes switching between the actors. No response “An answer would be nice, because that storyboard on the wall contains every movement of where body parts go during every fucking scene”

“Get the fuck out Y/N, you know storyboards only contains the major outlines of a grand story being told, it is different when you are pumping in and out of a body you know. You don’t always get to choose where a hand, leg or cock lands”

“Ari, we are in the god forsaken porn industry, that thick throbbing dick better end up in the fucking dripping vagina, between her lips or even in that nice and tight puckered hole” you could hear a few supressed snickers from the crew. Ari just kept staring you down “Right now all I see is stiffness, no passion, no fire and absolutely nothing that was on the fucking board or script”

“Whatever Y/N” Ari huffed, you rolled your eyes breaking the tension that was clearly building between you and Ari. You turned your gaze to Edie, who just sat there uncomfortably.

“Edie, can you just tone down on the moans, I know this is your first gig and a step up from the amateur adultery films you have done, but we are not in the cheap kind of porn. This is exclusive, sensual and soft sex. We make porn for the ladies and if it happens that men love it too so be it-” you clapped your hands together trying to get through to the actors in front of you “Also ease up on your facial expressions too they are just too much and stop clawing at Ari, we are not feral wolves in the outskirts of woodsy valley…” you pointed at her, the hostility evident in your voice, she just nodded your way she almost looked too scared to speak. Your attention turned to Ari, just by looking at him you knew he wouldn’t be able to take a lot more of your antics “-And for you mister, I need more open posture. We want to see those muscles work underneath that toned skin of yours. Flex them a little, you want the person watching this to drool from their mouths while their vaginas or arseholes are begging for your majestic cock. Yes, we can do this all rough and tough, but with this project we want fire, passion and mind-blowing sex. Understood?”

Both pornstars nodded your way and you sat back down in your chair. The actors taking their spots again, you raised your hand, cues being called across the room.

“ACTION!” Edie tried her utter best to contain her excessive sounds, but she looked like she was about to take a dump “CUT!”

“Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Ari yelled, jumping of the small platform, grabbing his robe from the floor, storming your way while putting on his robe, you got off your chair.

“Is it really that hard to do what I am asking? Edie you look like you are about to take a dump right in front of the camera” you lost control of the anger that had been boiling inside of you. Ari bumped into you, almost knocking you down, it must have been on purpose as you could sense his anger “where the fuck do you think you are going?” he spun on his heels

“I have been edged for hours on end, I need some form of release and it looks like our director is not going to let us get any release for a few more hours” Ari spat your way

“GET BACK HERE!!” you definitely lost control, watching Ari on a mission to march out of the studio “ARI I SAID GET BACK HERE”

“I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING A DOG!!!”

“YOU ARE MY FUCKING TOP DOLLAR DOG, SO YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK BACK BEFORE I FIRE YOU MYSELF” it was true, Ari was your million-dollar star, your company couldn’t have grown without him. He had been there from the beginning, you had him to thank for the success of your company and in return he had you to thank for his stardom.

Your words had made Ari stop in his tracks and turn around, the temperature in the room increasing quickly. You had started to doubt if the room had been that hot the entire time or if it was the arousal creeping through your veins caused by Ari’s deep angered gaze.

He charged your way his finger pointing at you and his mouth was moving, but your hearing seemed to have vanished. You contemplated if you should just show them what you meant or just call it a day. Things were getting heated and the crew was already exhausted enough. Your thoughts interrupted as your mouth started to speak.

“Do I really have to do everything around here?” you muttered under your breath “Edie get off the sunbed and put your robe on” she complied to your order, getting of the stage and putting on her silk robe. You took a moment to analyse your thought, to see if the voice inside your head would protest of what you were contemplating. Nothing came to mind, so instead you unbuttoned your sundress quickly before regretting your decision “Last attempt to film this guys, start rolling. Ari off with the robe, we start from the beginning. Edie take notes” you ordered around the room. Your sundress and underwear falling off your frame piling up next to your director’s chair.

“What are you doing baby girl?” Ari whispered in your ear as you walked backwards his hands holding your hips guiding you towards the double sunbed. His anger seemed to have disappeared and replaced with intrigue.

“Showing you what I want, but mostly taking what I need right now” you replied, he quirked an eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his face in approval “Let’s give them the show they want”

“The show you want” Ari chuckled as he corrected you, before narrowing his eyes a little “The big boss in action, I like it…” Ari whispered as he took in your naked body “I like it a lit” His confident spoken words made you a little insecure, but you hid it well trying to hold your nerves together.

You climbed on the sunbed laying back, your eyes wandered over Ari’s toned chest, his cock aching, your pussy throbbing. You licked your lips and the muscles in your core tightened with the exciting thought of him filling you up to the brim in a matter of minutes, you being at his complete mercy.

“ACTION!” you yelled

Ari crawled on top of you, your hands roamed freely over his arms and chest, his lips crashing on yours briefly before moving on to your neck and your upper torso. Your hands finding their way onto his shoulders, caressing the bare skin. You arched your back at the delight feeling when he sucked on your nipples, a low moan left your lips. Ari’s hands cradling your frame as he peppered kisses further south.

Your eyes following him, he looked back at you through his long lashes as two of his fingers tease your entrance, running gently through your folds. One thing was for sure, you were hot and bothered, all because of the eye candy encaging you in his porn play. He dipped two fingers in your aching core and pumped three times before they stilled inside you. His face coming up to meet yours, his eyes darkened and stole another passionate driven kiss.

His fingers starting pumping you faster earning a few unexpected deep moans. Your lips parting, your lust blown eyes were completely taken by the current moment. Your mind completely forgetting everything was being recorded. Ari’s fingers left your soaking cunt as he lowered his head and settled himself between your legs.

His mouth sucked your clit, you took in a sharp breath. His tongue firmly stroked downward on your slit, enough pressure for a controlled yet obscene moan to escape you. His tongue entered your dripping hole before returning his attention back to your clit. Ari’s fingers rejected as your vaginal muscle had tightened from the attention your clit was receiving. His mouth eased off and he pushed his fingers inside you, your cunt accepting, sucking them in.

The pleasure was almost too much, your hands caressing your upper body finding your breasts. With a feathered touch you rubbed your index fingers over your nipples, biting your bottom lip at the pleasure. Your touch made your nipples erect, the sensation spreading like wildfire through your entire body. Ari increased his pace and your moans and whimpers became more frequent, but in a more wanting and loving way.

Your back started to arch up and you were about to cum, when Ari stopped all his actions. Your eyes shot fully open to protest, but he shushed you by placing two of his fingers in your mouth allowing you a moment to taste yourself before retracting them. You watched him pump his hard cock with his hand, before he gripped your hips as his member slowly pushes down in your sopping cunt.

“Big enough for you princess” Ari grunted as he pushed fully into you.

“Y-Yes” the response was short and simple, your brain not functioning anymore when the pleasure had taken over from the thoughts. His tempo made your eyes roll backwards, your hips meeting his rhythm as he held a firm grasp on your hips helping and guiding you up and down on him. Without warning Ari stopped and flipped you over. A fistful of hair grabbed pulling you back, his grasp wasn’t harsh and only intensified your lustful awakening.

His left arm snaking around your waist finding your right boob, giving it a sinful squeeze, pinching your nipple between his fingers. He held your back close to his chest while his lips sucked pleasure marks on your neck and breathing heavily into your ear, whispering nothing but obscenities to you. Your arms lifted up and your hands fisted his hair, your fingernails scraping his scalp a little. He growled in your ear, you repeated your actions and he gave your hip a single firm squeeze.

His cock slowly being dragged in and out of you, your walls coating his thick veined cock. The squelching noises pulled from the juices being pulled from between your legs. Ari’s hands running freely over your skin setting it on fire. You felt fucked out and your orgasm was building rapidly.

Ari must have felt it as his hips started bucking up into you even faster, making is his mission to finish you. Your moans of sin becoming frequent again, Ari’s wandering hand slid in between your folds, rubbing your clit gently, pushing you even closer to the edge. One of your hands held onto his wrist holding it in the pleasurable place whilst the other placed on the nape of his neck, fingers gripping the hairs at the bottom.

Your orgasm washed over you as Ari let you ride out your high before pulling you off, laying you flat on the double sunbed. As you tried to calm your breathing he straddled you underneath him, pumping his member faster. The white strings of sin faltering out of his cock, you leaned up on your elbows and opened your mouth while he decorated your face and chest.

Licking your lips with his salty cum, you swallowed and stared back at Ari who seemed to enjoy the fucked out sight in front of him. When he had finished squirting his load on you, he cradled your head in his large hands, his thumbs running over your lips before leaning in to steal one last fiery kiss. You separated from the kiss and kept staring each other in the eyes for what felt like hours.

“Happy boss?” Ari questioned still holding your head gently as you nodded your head

“CUT!” you yelled, Ari climbed off of you and helped you up.

“WOW, that was amazing” Edie clapped being stunned by the scene that just had taken place.

“Thanks, hopefully a great lesson for you on what to do next time” you spoke, she smiled widely back at you when you walked towards your chair, picking up your clothes from the floor “Well done everyone, I think we all need a break and we’ll continue with fresh eyes tomorrow” a relieved cheer was heard “I’m off to have a shower, since I have become a Picasso art piece” you started walking towards the dressing room

“Worth millions” Ari spoke after you, you raised your middle finger at him without looking back at him. His loud laughter filled the room.

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You walked out of the building, rolling your eyes at Ari as he leaned against your car, one leg propped up on the tire, his arms folded and a cocky grin beaming back at you.

“There she is, my million dollar star” Ari clapped his hands before raising up his arms slightly and bowing down “I bless the ground you walk on peaches”

“Oh shut it Ari” you felt your cheeks burn, embarrassment bubbling underneath your skin. It was ridiculous, but you felt a little insecure “Hopefully good enough for what I want to get done” you continued walking towards the car, halting in front of Ari.

“Hopefully?” Ari raised an eyebrow “Peaches you were wonderful, you are in my top 3 ‘the best fucking sex I ever had’ so I guess for a retired pornstar you still possess your magic” you shoved him a little and his head fell back letting out a laugh “Don’t be embarrassed, I liked it a lot” his hands found their way on your waist pulling you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you Ari, but can you move out of the way, I want to go home, I am little worn out” “Must be because of my majestic cock” he laughed

“Don’t flatter yourself, it doesn’t suit you” you giggled “Why are you still here, I thought you left a while ago”

“Couldn’t stay away from you peaches, since you performed so well today” Ari wiggled his eyebrows

“Had to show you guys somehow, you were costing me a fortune” you pointed out, opening the car door, tossing your bag on the backseat.

“Would it make a difference if it was done on purpose?” Ari questioned, climbing into the driver’s seat. Your mouth had fallen open from the shock and your brain scrambled for words and phrases to throw Ari’s way. You opened the door on the passenger’s side and got into the seat.

“Are you telling me you put on an entire show so you could get your dick wet on the clock?”

“Had to fuck the brat right out of you somehow” his cocky grin beamed back at you. You knew he was taunting you if it wasn’t for his sunglasses shielding his eyes “You have always been such a perfectionist, so I knew you would fall for my well thought out trap”

“Well next time ask me to eat a snickers instead” you rolled your eyes as Ari started the car.

“Might need another round of fucking the brat out of you peaches” Ari grabbed your hand, pulling the intertwined hold to his lips and placing a kiss on top. Your cheeks flushed with heat at the thought of how intense your fuck session had been and what kind of ways you both would fuck one another later.

YIKES, that was a true adventure!!!

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wh6res · 3 years

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THE WAVES HAVE EYES — JOHNNY SUH

tw evil merman! johnny drowning, swearing, minor character death

wc 1.2k

they say the sea was home to a terrible race of creatures. people who are half-fish from the waist below who feasts on human hearts.

to hell with that.

the chieftain has sent voyagers before in these parts. fleets of ships twice bigger than your house but they always came back with empty vessels.

they tried finding them for a year until they gave up, ruling those half-fish creatures as stories meant to scare sailors away from the sea.

the so-called merfolk never ignited a fear in your being. you’ve never seen one and you only believe the things you see.

"you really need to learn to stop running off on me like that." your mother says, putting a firm hand on your shoulder. "i told you to help me hang our laundry, didn't i? quickly, now. the posts say your father will be back today and i want the house spick and span."

that's what the posts always say. it's been two months and your father has yet to come back from his voyage. every week, the headlines were about his mighty vessel finally dropping its anchor by the village docks.

but they've never been right and if this is false news again, it’ll be the second time this month.

your father's a captain, promoted only a year ago. he's been a sailor for his whole life and it took him thirty years of service to finally reach the coveted position.

he brings you back these little seashells from his voyage and you have woven them into a necklace from scraps of twine.

"just a moment, mother."

you lick your lips, staring at the vast ocean as the sunset paints the skies in hues of pinks and oranges. you fiddle with the shells in your necklace. if your father does come back today, you will have five shells in total.

"hurry it up!" she hisses.

you fight the urge to roll your eyes. this is why you've always been more fond of your father. at least he gets why you're so in love with the sea, after all, he loved it just as much as you do.

you turned around, marching up the small sand dunes, your back facing the sea as you silently bid goodbye to its calmness.

until a flash of shimmering red catches a corner of your eye.

you quickly spin around, hair tousling in the wind as you jerk your head towards its direction. you hear your mom grumbling as she leaves you to walk on her own but you could hardly care.

there was something shimmering in the water.

you swore you saw it.

you doubt there were rocks or plants that shined in the light, no matter how fleeting. but when you saw nothing but waves, you shook your head and walked away.

maybe it was the hunger that's making you see things. you haven't eaten dinner yet, after all.

unbeknownst to you is the menacing pair of beady red eyes, miles away from the shoreline. his heightened senses allowing him to watch you as the rest of his face submerges underwater.

that, and the majestic fishtail keeping him afloat, blood-red scales gleaming under the currents.

your mother doesn't understand. she never does. all she knows is to boss you around and invalidate your feelings. a lady shouldn't do this. a lady shouldn't do that.

how are you supposed to stay calm and collected like a lady when you just found out your father has passed away?

they were attacked by something unknown, the survivors said. they didn't get a close look because it had been nightfall and they were below deck.

the captain and a few men didn't make it while majority who survived from the sinking ship died from other causes like hunger, dehydration, and skin diseases.

"get yourself together young lady!"

but you couldn't. not when all you had left is a red shell the survivors gave you.

they said your father wanted you to have it and that's when you truly break down.

you know you'll never be left alone in this damned house so you did what you had to do.

you took out a small boat, owned by your dad. you rowed off to the ocean. not too far off, just a few meters off the coast until your house now looks like a dollhouse.

finally. peace and quiet.

here you'll be able to cry and scream as much as you want. it won't matter. as you lay down on the row boat, at least the ocean will cradle you amongst their waves.

but you forget a fact that you've long discarded: under the calm waves, there's always a monster watching.

the creature doesn't make himself known. yet.

he observes the poor human wallowing in her grief. he's able to catch a few familiar words here and there but doesn't have much luck for others.

well, he's never heard a human speaking for over a century. phrases and languages can be altered. he's studied humans for so long, up close and personal.

until he ate the heart of his past capture and now he has no choice but to get another one.

you.

when the merman approaches the human's boat, his arms are wrapped around himself as if trying to keep warm. he makes sure to have this sad and pitiful look on his face, like a sailor cast away at the ocean you love so much.

"are you okay? are you cold?"

the mysterious man didn't have a shirt on. he must be freezing and if you don't help, he'll suffer the same fate your father had. how could you leave this poor man behind?

he doesn't speak, doesn't meet your eye either, his long hair completely covering his face.

"hey… you're welcome on my boat. come on let's hoist you up and sail back to land, hmm?"

he appreciates the kindness in your heart. it'll make your heart tastier if he decides to rip it out of your chest.

"cold." the man says, voice scratchy and unpleasant.

"i know. so come on, now, let's pull you out of the water first then maybe i can lend you some warm clothes when we get back to land."

you reached out, an outstretched hand inviting death aboard your tiny vessel.

it's only when the clouds pass and moonlight illuminates the ocean when you see a glint of something red underneath the surface. majestic and inhumane—moving like a fish’s tail.

you move to pull your hand back but too little too late.

the creature finally reveals his face. the sharp teeth and the glowing beady red eyes something straight out of your horrific nightmares.

he pulls and you lose balance. the boat capsizes and there is nothing warm nor peaceful in the freezing ocean you fall into.

the half-fish human wastes no time and with a grip like iron, drags you down to the black depths of the unforgiving sea.

"got you."

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orthodoxydaily · 3 years

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Saints&Reading: Wed., Mar, 17, 2021

Commemorated on March 4_by the new calendar

The Monk Gerasimus (475)

The Monk Gerasimus was a native of Lycia (Asia Minor). From his early years he was distinguished for his piety. Having then accepted monasticism, the monk withdrew into the depths of the Thebaid wilderness (in Egypt). Thereafter, in about the year 450, the monk arrived in Palestine and settled at the Jordan, where he founded a monastery. For a certain while Saint Gerasimus was tempted by the heresy of Eutykhios and Dioskoros, which acknowledged in Jesus Christ only the Divine nature, but not His human nature (i.e. the Monophysite heresy). The Monk Euthymios the Great (Comm. 20 January) helped him to return to the true faith. At the monastery the Monk Gerasimus established a strict monastic rule. He spent five days of the week in solitude, occupying himself with handicrafts and prayer. On these days the wilderness dwellers did not eat cooked food, nor even kindle a fire, but rather ate only dry bread, roots and water. On Saturday and Sunday all gathered at the monastery for Divine Liturgy and to commune the Holy Mysteries of Christ. In the afternoon, taking with them a supply of bread, tubers, water and an armload of date-palm branches for weaving into baskets, the wilderness dwellers returned to their own cells. Each had only old clothes and a mat, upon which he slept. In exiting their cells, the door was never secured, so that anyone coming by could enter, and rest, or take along necessities.

The Monk Gerasimus himself attained an high level of asceticism. During Great Lent he ate nothing until the very day of the All-Radiant Resurrection of Christ, when he communed the Holy Mysteries. Going out into the wilderness for the whole of Great Lent, the Monk Gerasimos took along with him his beloved disciple Blessed Kyriakos (Comm. 29 September), whom the Monk Euthymios had sent off to him. At the time of the death of Saint Euthymios the Great, the Monk Gerasimus saw how Angels carried up the soul of the departed off to Heaven. Taking Kyriakos with him, the monk immediately set off to the monastery of Saint Euthymios and consigned his body to earth. The Monk Gerasimus himself died peacefully, wept over by brethren and disciples. Before his death, a lion had aided the Monk Gerasimus in his tasks, and upon the death of the elder it too died at his grave and was buried nearby. And therefore the lion is depicted on icons of the saint, at his feet.

Holy Noble born Prince Daniel (Daniil) of Moscow (1303)

Holy Nobleborn Prince Daniel (Daniil) of Moscow was born at Vladimir in the year 1261. He was the fourth son of Saint Alexander Nevsky (Comm. 30 August and 23 November) and Righteous Vassa. Two years after birth he lost his father. The date of his mother's repose is not indicated in the chronicles; it is known only, that she was buried in the church in honour of the Nativity of Christ at the Vladimir Uspenie monastery (the Princess monastery), and the people in the surroundings venerated her as "Righteous" ("Pravedna"). In 1272 holy Prince Daniel received as his allotted portion the city of Moscow with its adjacent lands. The holy prince built on the banks of the River Moskva (Moscow) a church (and alongside it a monastery) in honour of his same-name patron saint, the Monk Daniel the Pillar-Dweller (Comm. 11 December). The Moscow principality was during this period small and unobtrusive. While growing up, holy Prince Daniel strengthened and expanded it, not in manners unjust or coercive, but instead benevolent and peace-loving. In Rus' it was a time of unrest. Fratricidal strife amongst the appanage princes was rife. And often, thanks to holy Prince Daniel, and his incessant striving for unity and peace in the Russian Land, bloodshed was averted. In 1293 his brother, the Great-prince Alexander Alexandrovich, together with Tatars summoned from the Horde and headed by Diuden ("the Diudenev Host"), laid waste to Russian cities: Murom, Suzdal', Kolomna, Dmitrov, Mozhaisk, Tver'. Prince Daniel decided to adjoin them to Moscow, to save their people from perishing. There was not the strength for resistance. Together with his people, the prince braced himself for terrible destruction and pillaging. Standing up for his rights, Saint Daniel was compelled to come out against his brother near a place, called Yur'evo Tolchische ("Yur'evo Threshing-Mill"), but here also the yearning for peace won out in him, and bloodshed was averted.

In 1300, when the Ryazan prince Konstantin Romanovich, having summoned Tatars to his aid, was occupied in secret preparations for a sudden assault on the lands of the Moscow principality, Prince Daniel went with an army to Ryazan, and beating the enemy, he took captive Konstantin and destroyed a multitude of Tatars. This was a first victory over the Tatars, though not a tremendous victory, but it was noteworthy nonetheless – as a first push towards freedom. Having beaten the Ryazan prince and scattered his confederates the Tatars, holy Prince Daniel did not take advantage of his victory to seize foreign lands or take booty, as was the accepted custom during these times, but rather he displayed an example of true non-covetousness, love and fraternity. The holy prince never resorted to arms to seize the lands of others, nor did he ever snatch away the property of other princes either by force or by treachery. And for this the Lord saw fit to expand the boundaries of his princely realm. Ioann Dimitrievich, prince of Pereslavl'-Zalessk, a nephew of Daniel, was gentle and pious and benevolent towards the poor, and he esteemed and loved his uncle; dying childless in 1302, he bequeathed his principality to Saint Daniel. The Pereslavlsk lands together with Dmitrov were, after Rostov, foremost in number of inhabitants, with corresponding fortification befitting a major city. Pereslavl'-Zalessk was well protected on all sides. But the holy prince remained faithful to Moscow and did not transfer the capital of his princedom to the stronger and more significant seat of the Pereslavl' of this period. This annexation moved Moscow up to be numbered as the most significant principality. And here was set in place the principle of the unification of the Russian Land into a single powerful realm. How wondrous over the expanse of ages was clearly manifest the Providential Will of God concerning the Russian Land and its destiny! Grateful in remembrance of the constant Blessing of the Hodegetria ("Way-Guide Mother of God) both in his personal life, and also in the life of the Russian realm, Saint Daniel's father – Saint Alexander Nevsky, had expressed it in the words: "God is not in might, but in right!". In 1303 Saint Daniel fell seriously ill. He assumed the monastic great-schema and commanded that he be buried at the Danilov monastery. Through deep humility he wanted to be buried not within the church, but in the common monastery cemetery. The holy prince died on 4 March. Within the passage of less than 30 years after the repose of holy Prince Daniel, the Danilov monastery founded by him was transformed into the Moscow Kremlin, the church was transformed into a parish church, and the cemetery became non-monastic. During the time of Great-prince Ivan III (1462-1505), the Monk-prince Daniel gave reminders of himself to his forgetful descendents. As a stranger he appeared to a youth attendant on the great-prince and said: "Be not afraid of me – I was a Christian and the master of this place, my name is Daniel Prince of Moscow, and by the will of God I am here. Tell about me to Great-prince Ioann (Ivan) saying: thou delightest thyself while yet having forgotten me, but God hath not forgotten me". And after this it was that the great-prince established the singing of cathedral panikhidas for his ancestral princes. During the time tsar Ivan the Terrible, at the grave of Saint Daniel was healed the dying son of a barge merchant. The tsar, struck by the miracle, renovated the ancient Danilov monastery and established a yearly church procession, made by the metropolitan to the place of burial of the holy prince, serving there a panikhida. In 1652 holy Monk-prince Daniel was glorified with the uncovering of his incorrupt relics, which on 30 August were transferred to the church in honour of the Holy Fathers of the Seventh OEcumenical Council. The holy relics were placed in a reliquary "to the glorifying of the Holy Trinity and for the healing of the infirm". The Moscow metropolitan Platon (+ 1812), in the Vita of the holy prince compiled by him, writes: "This original founder laid the foundation of present-day majestic Moscow, going about this with quiet steps upon a small foot-path. And thus as with any edifice, built not with extreme haste but the rather instead with great artifice and skill, doth receive a particular solidity and doth stand indestructible for a long time; and just as a tall tree growing for many a century, and having started first of all with a small sprout, and thickeneth little by little, with its branches spreading about far around, so also was it needful for this city to grow from the small, but solid root, in order that its first glimmer not beshadow the eyes of the envious, and that initially it not be disturbed or felled early on, but rather grow up to its true height. Thus did this founder prepare the great city given him; though small, but shining uninterrupted by any wafting of the wind, he did bequeathe the great glory of its rise to his son Great-prince Ioann (Ivan) Danilovich, called Kalita".

Isaiah 2:3-11

3 Many people shall come and say, “Come, and let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, To the house of the God of Jacob; He will teach us His ways, And we shall walk in His paths.” For out of Zion shall go forth the law, And the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. 4 He shall judge between the nations, And rebuke many people; They shall beat their swords into plowshares, And their spears into pruning hooks; Nation shall not lift up sword against nation, Neither shall they learn war anymore. 5 O house of Jacob, come and let us walk In the light of the Lord. 6 For You have forsaken Your people, the house of Jacob, Because they are filled with eastern ways; They are soothsayers like the Philistines, And they are pleased with the children of foreigners.7 Their land is also full of silver and gold, And there is no end to their treasures; Their land is also full of horses, And there is no end to their chariots.8 Their land is also full of idols; They worship the work of their own hands, That which their own fingers have made.9 People bow down, And each man humbles himself; Therefore do not forgive them.10 Enter into the rock, and hide in the dust, From the terror of the Lord And the glory of His majesty. 11 The lofty looks of man shall be humbled, The haughtiness of men shall be bowed down, And the Lord alone shall be exalted in that day.

Proverbs 2:1-22

1 My son, if you receive my words, And treasure my commands within you,2 So that you incline your ear to wisdom, And apply your heart to understanding; 3 Yes, if you cry out for discernment, And lift up your voice for understanding, 4 If you seek her as silver, And search for her as for hidden treasures; 5 Then you will understand the fear of the Lord, And find the knowledge of God. 6 For the Lord gives wisdom; From His mouth come knowledge and understanding; 7 He stores up sound wisdom for the upright; He is a shield to those who walk uprightly; 8 He guards the paths of justice, And preserves the way of His saints. 9 Then you will understand righteousness and justice, Equity and every good path. 10 When wisdom enters your heart, And knowledge is pleasant to your soul, 11 Discretion will preserve you; 12 To deliver you from the way of evil, From the man who speaks perverse things, 13 From those who leave the paths of uprightness To walk in the ways of darkness; 14 Who rejoice in doing evil, And delight in the perversity of the wicked; 15 Whose ways are crooked, And who are devious in their paths;16 To deliver you from the immoral woman, From the seductress who flatters with her words, 17 Who forsakes the companion of her youth, And forgets the covenant of her God.18 For her house leads down to death, And her paths to the dead; 19 None who go to her return, Nor do they regain the paths of life— 20 So you may walk in the way of goodness, And keep to the paths of righteousness. 21 For the upright will dwell in the land, And the blameless will remain in it; 22 But the wicked will be cut off from the earth, And the unfaithful will be uprooted from it.

#orthodoxy #orthodoxchristianity #ancientchristianity #originofchristianity #spirituallity #oldtestament #sacredtexts #wisdom

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delyth88 · 5 years

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The soundtrack for Thor 1

I just listened to the Prologue from the soundtrack to Thor 1 intending to comment on whether I preferred that for the Loki TV series over what was played at SDCC the other day. So I was a little bit blindsided by the emotional wallop that music packs! By about half way through I was sobbing.

So here follows my attempt to explain why.

It starts out with music strongly associated with the early events of Thor 1 and also carries a tone of wariness and suspense. Its music associated in my mind with all the scheming and quiet manipulation that Loki did.

Then at 30 seconds the theme shifts to a major key and it’s the theme for Asgard, majestic and peaceful. Oh Asgard! Lost city!

At 40 seconds the theme turns harsher and there is more percussion which reminds me of the clanking of metal and the marching of soldiers. It goes back to the minor key here and my heart goes out to them for the pain and dark times that are to come.

At 1 minute the music swells and stays in the minor key, and it speaks to me of the anguish of Loki’s discovery of his heritage and the loss of his home, his family, and his place in the universe.

At 1.33 we take a trip to the icy wastes of Jotunheim where if one little thing had gone differently the whole sequence of events may have been avoided.

At 1.58 we return to the Asgardian theme which is meant to be comforting and reassuring, but it is bittersweet for knowing the loss of this world and it’s people. I see Frigga smiling at Thor at his coronation.

At 2.25 the music softens and we hear the theme was played in the deleted scene with Loki and Thor before the coronation. “Do not doubt that I love you...” My heart just breaks for these two brothers! I want to reach out and help them, comfort them, but I can’t. It’s also the theme that accompanies Thor as he walks to the edge of the broken Bifrost bridge to speak to Heimdall, and is so full of loss for his brother, for Jane... I just can’t! It’s meant to be sad, but hopeful, but knowing what comes after this for them both casts it in a different light on it.

This theme plays out and ends softly, and that juxtaposition of hopeful and forward looking just jars so badly with our knowledge of what each of these people must endure over the next decade, that every warm and hopeful note is a stab in the heart.

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#sorry that got a little dramatic #but the music is gorgeous #safe to say I hope the loki series steers clear of these motifs!#I need to go do something calming now #I love/hate how music has such a strong impact #loki tv series #thor #thor 2011 #loki theme music

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monicabuccheri · 4 years

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Eve of March 22, 2020

Home...

I arrived back in the city on March 18th. I had been visiting the state I had spent most of my life, Connecticut, to help care for my mother who had a minor but important surgery. Just as I was preparing to leave the city, the public health crisis came loudly knocking on New York City’s door.

All the news of a rapidly unfolding situation could be heard far away. I wrestled with the decision in both leaving the city as the voice of danger was getting closer, and whether to come back as danger was placing its stake into the ground. It was time for me to get back to either quickly pack up and leave for good, or to hunker down and stay through the duration. (I wrestled vehemently of such a choice.) When I arrived into the shocking wide open space of Grand Central Station, I quickly made my way through the concourse without lingering and no lolly-gagging to get back to the apartment.

I was aware of the news and rapidly changing conditions so I was somewhat prepared to stay inside the apartment, unless I had to get food. I take alerts and protocols seriously. I heard the echo, in Connecticut, of shelter-in-place as the crisis was growing.

I ventured out of the apartment on March 21st to purchase groceries for an extended time, run some errands, and with the intention to check in with the natural world - all in the neighborhood. It was a beautiful day. The kind of day with a crystal clear blue sky, and the sun takes center stage.

In my anxiousness, after a couple of days inside, the first site to capture my attention is this sticker on someone’s small car. OM. Known as the sacred sound of the universe that unifies everything. I noticed myself taking a breath. In my anxious feelings I wondered. In that moment, all I could do was wonder.

Enjoying avocado in rolls of brown rice, a dash of wasabi, and the beautiful day of the early spring with my beloved. All necessary shopping and errands completed. With the looming strong protocol for every New Yorker to stay at home, I considered the truth that spending time outside will be less of the norm, and so will avocado rolls in brown rice because this isn’t a necessity or an essential. I love the spring season. I love the clear sunny days, the fresh and mildly crisp air. I find tremendous joy in the invisible hand painting each day into full bloom. Nature is my home.

Sitting on the granite steps of Low Library, engaged in the practice of the new term “social distancing”, facing southeast and noticing the growing wide open space, my mind dips into the coming hours of the strong request to stay inside unless getting food, medications, urgent health care, then I pull back out to the beauty that shows before me.

The Spring Equinox still comes like the sun rising every day. Nothing can stop her. And when she comes she always opens the door to a new season of light, beauty, growth and wonder. She wears a fragrance that is ever changing with each day. The scent of the softening earth, the fragrance of the daffodils, magnolias, lilacs and more. Her fragrance is a powerful healing elixir, and it’s her own. It’s her signature that she’s arriving, visiting for a while, and departing on her time. Her time is her time. My time with her is short and limited as the urgent request for us to withdraw approaches within hours. Somewhere off in the distance I hear a soft sound of carillon bells, my heart remembers.

Following the Light...

I walk in more silence, less talking. I want to see the light, the colors, the truth without the layers. Like this tree in it’s purity meeting with the light, I stand in stillness before the complete sun and wonder what I can do. What am I to do? The architecture stands anchored and echoing its silence. Are they waiting for their change? Are they asking for their change? Do they change? Daffodils gathered around the tree waiting in the light. The natural beings will do what they do naturally. In different shades each will open, close, blossom, open, close, wane and pass into the earth. A new season will arrive. I see the light. There is no darkness here.

Time passes and I make my way around. There are spots here I want to see and capture for a “just in case”.... This view spots me! I remember! Those big bells off in the distance feels as if they remember me. I’ve not ever made contact from this spot before. I’ve never witnessed from this location. I’m stunned and think where there’s a crack, that’s where the light gets in. Knowing the hours are drawing closer, and the freedom to wander shrinks, I answer to visit. I continue on my path....

I poke around the quiet, the stillness. Everything in its place. The aura of crisis. The stillness sinks into a freeze frame of sorts. A moment where time stops. Yet, still a small glimmer of white light sits. Is there a time-released message held within the light? What knowledge is held in that small white light? What change is coming here, I wonder. I think of a hospital room. I wonder of what life will gather here. Will this space remain frozen in time? For how long?

Frozen. Waiting. Questioning. Thinking. Resting. Wondering. Stillness.

And, so here we are. We made it. Standing before this great tower prompts me to reach upward. Scaffolding sits at the base of the foundation and shades the entrance. I wondered if entry inside was restricted because of the growing presence of threatening illness to us, all of us. What can I do, I wonder. How can I help, I think. This is a time for a major check in, a chance to uplift my spirits as we get closer to self-isolation in order to support my beloved, my neighbors of this community, and myself in effort to “flatten the curve” of the invisible enemy.

I only needed to stand in front and gaze upward, stretching my heart and ears to hear the next sound of the carillon bells. The big bells reach far and wide to be heard by all. This majestic structure stands tall with certainty, forever steadfast, and throughout the upper west side. I know it will be a while before returning. I can feel the urgent request from the mayor through the airwaves and I feel the sense to obey the unenforceable. Time is growing shorter to retreat. And wait.

Heading back to the apartment I remember all the light I saw, cherishing the beauty of nature, breathing the crisp air, feeling the warm of the sun. With each step I am certain I met with the early days of spring and she is here with us, and for her time; another change will be upon us once again. I wonder if I will get to see her another time before she closes her door. I also wondered if all will choose to retreat and protect.

This new level of silence brings forth the sound of my own heartbeat, the heartbeats of the folks in my neighborhood, the community, and beyond. As the noise drowns, my prayer is that our many hearts beating will synchronize and thrum as one giant heart beat as the sacred sound of OM hums throughout the universe.

Seeing this symbol on my travels tells me of such real possibility. As I got closer to the apartment, so did the 8:00 p.m. urgent request to shelter indefinitely. I wonder. The Eve of March 22, 2020.

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