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sentimental reasons (boxer!steve x librarian!fem reader)
summary: sunday afternoon musings in autumn.
uses she her pronouns and female anatomy.
✶ the king of the ring ✶
tags: pregnant!reader, fluff, that’s about it.
sentimental reasons - nat king cole
hawkins, indiana, october 20th 1996
“I wonder if she’ll have my eyes.”
“Hmm. I hope.”
Steve’s lashes tickled the tip of your finger as it delicately scaled the soft tissue of his eyelid. His lip quirked, nose twitching when you came to trace the slope of it: bent sideways by brutal fists barreling into cartilage. But once, it was smooth and straight. No matter how crooked or left-leaning it was these days, you still found it handsome.
“Hope she doesn’t get stuck with that,” Steve snorted, and you frowned as you smoothed your thumb over the swollen bridge. “Hope she has her mama’s.”
Steve lifted his hand from where it rested on your stomach to bop your nose. You smiled, fingers pushing through the long tresses framing his face. You had been reclining on your back for a few hours now, late-term pregnancy responsible for consistent exhaustion and sore ligaments. It felt like the whole of you existed in the front, and sometimes you worried you were walking on a forward slant.
The house smelled like the slowly-browned roast your mother brought you, warming in the crockpot; the sweet aroma of brown sugar carrots and the bitter snap of celery. From your open window: damp earth and the musk of goldenrod leaves. It smelled like home.
Cheek pressed gently to your stomach, chapped hands feeling for flutters and kicks, massaging your aches through a faded, stretched-out tee: Steve. He smelled like a morning Marlboro—faded and nipped away by the wind—and the woodsy vanilla of your laundry detergent. He smelled like Steve. He felt like Steve: warm and firm and lovely. Cocooned between his half-pressed weight and the softness of the comforter, you felt you could’ve lied there for the rest of your life.
You closed your eyes and listened to the leaves rustle in the afternoon. The distant babble of youthful laughter. The whoosh of rubber on asphalt at thirty-five miles an hour. The crunch of bike tires over the pile of leaves Steve raked and then left on the tree lawn so he could tend to you.
He heard your silence from the front yard. He felt your ache.
“It’s funny,” Steve murmured, eyes wide and alert, finger trailing a path down the roundness of your bump. “I never thought I’d be here. Never thought I’d have…another part of me. Like this.”
He flattened his palm to rub across your belly, spreading a blissful massage that had you shifting. Expelling a breezy sigh, you blindly tucked a patch of hair behind Steve’s ear. Soft, just-shampooed: vetiver and musk.
“She’s all ours, baby,” he whispered.
The room swayed in the stillness. Like being cradled in a lullaby, gently rocked to sleep by one dreamy, autumnal afternoon. You felt like you were floating, gently bobbing to the rush and recede of the sea.
"Kinda scary to think about," you returned a moment later, just as quietly. You peeped your eyes open to find Steve's face.
Smoothed into mindless relaxation, he watched his own hand lift over the mound of your bump. Back and forth, over the swell and down the valleys. His wedding band caught a spark of pale afternoon light: thick silver tungsten around his ring finger. Unbreakable. Irreplaceable.
Work got in the way of him wearing it often, but on long weekends like this—when you slipped away from the busy, sunny California life for a slice of small town America back home—Steve slipped the ring on and never took it off.
He liked seeing it on his hand. He liked hearing it clink with yours when you held hands at night. He liked seeing them together—your ring, his ring—and knowing: this was eternal.
"God I hope I don't fuck it up."
You tipped your head on the pillow, craning to find Steve. You gently scraped your nails over his scalp, watching them create gaps in his mop of hair.
"You won't," you cooed. "No more than all the other parents."
Steve's lips curled into a pursed smile, handsome and boyish. Your chest stuttered a moment.
"Thanks, angel. Think 'm just nervous," he sighed, words tight between his teeth with his chin pressed to your belly.
You shifted again, socked feet rubbing his sides. "Me too. My mom said she used to throw up just from nerves right before she had me, but I think I turned out alright."
He breezed into another grin, a scoffed laugh shooting from his mouth. "Yeah."
You twirled a strand of hair near his brow around your finger. It curled into shape, tickling his eye.
"Wonder if my mom was nervous with me," he whispered.
You took pause, scanning the surface of his face. His eyes flicked away from your stomach toward your own, and he instantly scoffed and shifted on his stomach.
"Ah, shit, sorry. That was—sorry—"
"Baby, hey," you awed, reaching down to cup his face. "Don't be sorry. It's okay to wonder."
Steve halted a moment. Staring at you, head risen from his place on your center body, eyes a little rounder and wider and laced with pleading. Softened and sweet, you flashed him a small, reassuring smile and scratched your nails against his scalp again. He slowly sank back down, rubbing his cheek against your clothed belly.
“‘Kay,” he murmured.
“Wanna talk more about it—“
“No, baby. Just…wanna talk about names.”
You giggled. “Names?”
You could see the coil of his mouth from here, how the side of his face lifted with the small quirk of muscle.
“Yeah. Been thinkin’ about what we’re gonna name little Harrington.”
Your heart swelled to double the size, aching in your chest. You could barely contain the burst of adoration blooming with a pulse.
“You have?”
Steve’s finger made a zig-zag trail on your belly again. “Mhm. So…let me see it.”
You blinked, brows etching together. “See what?”
Steve turned his head, hair dragging across your belly and flouncing from his face. “The notebook.”
You clapped your hands together with a giddy grin. You’ve kept a notebook of baby names since your first sonogram. You knew you were getting ahead of yourself, and there were chances the pregnancy wouldn’t stick—but all you could think about was what you’d name your child. When you found out it was a girl, that you’d have a daughter, the notebook immediately became a place of scribbles and exclamation marks and highlighted stars.
Interestingly enough, when you started to show a bump beneath your clothes and required more assistance for daily tasks, Steve swapped roles with you as the worrier. He helped you up and down stairs, poured your cereal, made you smoothies, cut your steak, and did his best to do the cleaning exactly the way you did it.
Steve was terrified you’d lose the baby, and that it would be all his fault.
For some reason, naming the baby felt like “jinxing it” to him.
“Really, you wanna see it?” you squealed, capturing your lip between your teeth.
Steve chuckled, a deep, grumbling sound that shuddered through you. “Yeah, baby.”
“Okay good, because I can’t get up.”
Steve chortled, shifting on his stomach to press a kiss to your belly, wide hands spanned on either side. He wiggled off the bed and headed toward the door, rounding the corner toward the library room.
The Hawkins house, made the Harrington residence circa 1994, had a gorgeous, oak-shelved room full of first editions and signed copies. Steve spared no expense when it came to your little corner of the house, where he often found you curled up in the window seat scribbling in a journal, or scanning a book. You had a desk against the wallpapered wall, where a type writer from 1935 found at a flea market in Virginia sat with every intention of good use. Steve hated the sound of your clacking, but you said the sound was “transcendent.”
Steve padded into the room, blanketed in a pale grey darkness as the sky muddled with rain clouds. The window came to a peak in a rounded arch, wet with old rain drops from last night’s shower. Collections of leaves from the oak tree looming in the yard congregated on the glass in groups of yellow.
He found the notebook on the desk beneath your piles of paper, all full of ink. Steve fought the urge to filter through it as he returned to the bedroom.
You struggled to sit yourself up, wobbling on your palms like doing the crab walk. Steve flung the notebook toward the bed and rushed to your side, hands at the ready.
“Baby,” he huffed, hoisting you toward the pillows at the headboard, which he fluffed adamantly as you settled back. “Wait for me.”
Your eyes rolled, though you were already out of breath. “I had it.”
He shot you a pointed look through narrowed brows, and fumbled for the notebook at the edge of the mattress. He settled beside you, and as the air followed his motions, you caught whiffs of damp soil from his time outside this morning.
“Okay, open it,” you insisted, voice wavering with delight.
Steve flipped the spine open, revealing the first lined page of paper with your familiar writing.
“Jesus Christ, honey,” Steve drawled, pulling the notebook back an inch to take it all in. His eyesight had been slipping for the past year and a half.
He needed glasses, but refused to wear them.
Cheeks swelling with warmth, you tipped your head over to get a peek of your work. “I had a lot of ideas.”
"And they're...alphabetized," Steve commented, tone thick with amusement.
"Obviously."
Steve scanned the list of names, eyes shuttering half-closed and popping back open like a camera lens. The ones he didn’t like got a screwed up face in response. Steve had a headache by the time he got to the fourth page, and the names weren't stopping.
Only few caught his eye: Alice, Caroline, Catherine, Eloise, Emma, Lily, Josephine, Jane, Winnie.
As he continued to scan, he found himself pairing the names with his own surname. Alice Harrington, Catherine Harrington, Lily Harrington. None had the ring he thought they would.
"Do you have a favorite?" he asked, flipping pages again.
Resting your head on his shoulder, you gently skirted the pads of your finger over the warm skin of his forearm. You trailed them to the bone of his knuckle, feeling the purple veins protruding beneath the flesh, plumped from overexertion.
"Mhm," you hummed. "But I don't want to sway you."
Steve turned his head, lips brushing your temple. "It's Jane."
You lifted your head so quickly that it knocked Steve's chin, and he tongued away the pain with a wordless grimace as your face bloomed with warm thrill. You gazed at your husband in delightful wonderment.
"How did you know?"
"It had five stars next to it."
You giggled, warmth increasing. "Oh."
"And," he added, head cocking to pop a kiss on your cheek. "I remember you mentioned that name before. Back when we were still dating, talkin' about kids. You said you always loved the name Jane, and if you ever had a girl, that would be your top choice."
Looping your arm around Steve's, you squeezed him close and nuzzled his neck. "Oh, Steve, you are so hot right now."
Steve's laughter was sharp and surprised, and he snapped the notebook closed to toss it aside. Hands free and desiring your touch, he gently pulled at your legs until you reclined flat on the bed again.
"I know."
Mounting over you with an agreeable and cautious space between his body and your bump, he pressed a gentle pepper of smooches to your face. You ran your hands across his chest, playing with the silver chain around his neck, thin and linked.
"So...Jane it is?"
Steve pulled back, eyes flicking between yours. His features were soft, a sharp contrast to the scars and bruises they regularly carried. He brushed the back of two fingers across your brow, guiding your hair away.
"Jane it is, my love."
♡ ♡
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What does your future self wants to say to you? [Divination Reading no. 2]
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Pile 01
Hey! I hope you're okay. You know, I miss you very much. If only I could back to that day or that version of myself, I would do better but it's too late but not that much. It's like, umm... to boost myself better kind of thought I really miss our moments together, messing with each other and crying like we're in some sort of a movie. This time it's different, it's like I've been consumed to responsibilities and nothing excites me that much. I wanna go back but I can't still, I'm glad I am at a better place financially speaking, spiritually, I don't know I'm not sure but moving this heavy message aside. I hope you're having fun right now make sure that the path you chose is different. I gotta go now, I have a lot of work to do see you again, sometime ❤
🔴 In summary, this one page of my notebook is not enough to say everything she wants to say, If I let her continue I'm afraid it will a whole chapter of a novel lol
🔴 A farm or barn may be significant
🔴 The part where she said different, screams something to me... don't be someone you're not because others their best for you, know when to take it and leave it (e.g in college course)
🔴 I imagined a girl with a long hair, oversized shirt in the rain, laughing her pain to let it go
🔴 She's talkative, my hand hurts writing this hahaha
🔴 You're an extrovert who may be mistaken as an introvert (Oops, I mean you're an introvert and people see you as an extrovert when you're alone, look how I write it wrong here too🤣)
🔴 Majority here seems to be teenagers like me xD
Pile 02
(Trigger warning: mention of sui!c1d3)
Live your life, I'm grateful that I did not t@ke my life (do you have su1cid@l thoughts pile 2?). Bro it's so peaceful to be here, I thought taking my you know will end it but I was wrong, something came to me that stopped me, it was an angel. She was warm and nice (tall too around 5'8, white pale skin color). I think I can't imagine myself to be here if not for her. Now I'm working a normal job with a normal life, enough for me to decide what I want. Ya get what I'm saying? I wasn't planning to have kids, but look! I have one (three or two for some of you). Life's so short and times so fast so keep doing you lad 😉
Peace out! Oh before that, I just want to tell you to don't force anything okay? It'll come, THAT thing so yeah, let's talk again some time 😉
🔴 I feel like majority that picked this pile are dudes (straight but, again take it how it resonates if you're a member of LGBTQ)
🔴 Chill people
🔴 THAT thing may mean a number of things, depending on you it can be your dream, or really THAT sezzz, etc.
🔴 The angel maybe a literal angel, someone you know (e.g friends, family, etc.) or you're future spouse
🔴 I imagined someone with a curly hair light brown and has beared, he's thin but tall, white skin as well
🔴 He's wearing a jacket, white tee, and long pants (pale dark blue)
🔴 You're maybe in you're twenties or turning 30
🔴 Moon in Gemini at 4th House
🔴 For some of you, I'm feeling that your future spouse (especially if they're a girl) have the vibes of the tracks below.
Pile 03
I can't believe I'm already here, I'm so successful! I've got the benz and my Renz (man, dream guy/the one, whatever you call it). You've got the boss energy, trust me the people who helped you. I feel like the richest on the earth hhahah
Keep on going mama, the universe got us! Loyalty! Love yourself and other people and it will get back to you. It may not be exactly as the way you want it but, I promise you and I'm sure it going to be better, the best. You'll get it poppin! Ya know what I'm sayin?😘
🔴 Don't be consumed by fame, be yourself positively.
🔴 Some people here have the "Who you?" tendency in a negative way, please don't be like that. (Who you means treating the people you know as strangers because you have the bag and everything you dreamed of)
🔴 Remember being a bish to others will give you shi* to yourself, and your loved ones, your child may be the one who'll suffer if you don't change it
🔴 Funny people are reading this pile
🔴 Harry styles, love and disco songs maybe you're favorite/topic of your songs
🔴 Influencer, artists, rappers, people of color, rags to riches, attitude
🔴 Neptune in Capricorn at the First House
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Would the avengers buy their own merch? (part two)
peter (parker) wouldnt buy it himelf he'd be embarassed, He does have little gimicks from ned or may because ned absolutly buys spiderman stuff
we know kamala does and will
carol wouldnt, might gift some captain marvel tees to fury tho
bucky would buy what hydra print? absolutly not. he might buy captain america stuff to piss of sam and steve tho
i feel like wanda merch would be so cute so maybe she has something here and there but generally no
vision wouldnt, hed be like 🤖why do i need that?🤖
t'challa wouldn't humble king
but shuri absolutly eats up all the black panther tees
ofcourse loki would egotistical bitch
#again arguments welcome hoes#tags#the avengers#captain america civil war#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#vision#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#shuri#t'challa#black panther#kamala khan#captain marvel#ms marvel#spiderman#peter parker#loki#mcu#marvel
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Rev. Dr. Wyatt Tee Walker (August 16, 1928 - January 23, 2018) civil rights leader, pastor, and theologian was born in Brockton, Massachusetts to John Wise and Maude Pinn Walker. He earned a BS in Chemistry and Physics from Virginia Union University. He married Theresa Ann Walker (1950). The couple had four children. He received his Master of Divinity from Virginia Union’s Graduate School of Religion.
He became the pastor of Gillfield Baptist Church in Petersburg. He served as president of the NAACP and as director of the state’s CORE. He founded the Petersburg Improvement Association. He became a member of SCLC. He rose in the organization, King appointed him the executive director of SCLC and King’s chief of staff.
His civil rights participation reached beyond his administrative duties. He was arrested in Birmingham for participating in a Freedom Ride. He helped organize the 1963 March on Washington.
He relocated to New York City to become pastor of Canaan Baptist Church of Christ in Harlem. The congregation grew from 800 to 3,000. He served as an Urban Affairs Specialist to New York Governor Nelson A. Rockefeller. He earned a D.Min from Colgate-Rochester Divinity School. He released his first of several books: Somebody’s Calling My Name: Black Sacred Music and Social Change.
He became a part of the anti-apartheid movement. He became a member of the American Committee on Africa, where he co-founded the Religious Action Network. He served as chair of the Central Harlem Local Development Corporation.
He received national recognition when Ebony magazine named him one of America’s “15 Greatest Black Preachers.” He retired as pastor of Canaan. He earned more acclaim in 2008 when he was inducted into the Civil Rights “Walk of Fame”. During the inauguration events for President Barack Obama, he received the “Keepers of the Flame” award at the African-American Church Inaugural Ball. He was a member of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity and taught at the School of Theology at Virginia Union University. He was survived by his wife, Teresa; his daughter, and three sons. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #alphaphialpha
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multiverse scenes that (most likely) won’t be in the original fic
archaic kings
“Anyone seen Jo?” Darcy asked as she walked into the den. So far, only three people had made it to their designated meeting spot before leaving for the night’s festivities. She looked over at the closest person to her, Tony, who just shrugged. Tony was reclined back in a chair, practically laying down in the thing, and the closest he came to wearing a costume was putting on a tee shirt that read: left my cape at home. Dig at Strange? Most likely.
“She’s still getting ready,” Bruce answered. In a chair across from Tony, Bruce was sitting in the same relaxed manner as Tony and was showing more skin than she’d seen outside of training or a mission. Doreen wasn’t kidding when she said she gave Bruce a relaxed costume, but did an unbuttoned shirt and jeans count as a costume?
“As her favorite superhero, allegedly,” Tony added. He sounded bored, but his eyes were alert on the opening to the den where Darcy was still standing. Darcy wasn’t focused on Tony now though. Her attention had been pulled to Steve, another lazy costumer just wearing a Superman shirt with his usual jeans. He had shifted though, something unlike him, and was resolutely not looking towards the den doorway. He hadn’t even looked her way, and Steve always looked at people when they entered a room.
“Who is Jo’s favorite superhero?” Darcy didn’t ask the question aloud, but she was curious. As the girlfriend of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, had she picked one of them? Jo could definitely rock an iron suit, but Darcy would pay to see her covered head to toe in green paint.
“Avengers!” The loud yell came from behind Darcy, loud enough and sudden enough to make her jump and spin away, and her eyes widened as she took in the sight. She even backed up a few steps to let the captain walk into the den properly.
“Steve is your favorite superhero?” Darcy got out around a startled laugh.
“Aw, c’mon! Cap is the best!” Jo declared and raised her borrowed shield, but her fierce captain look only lasted for a moment before she started grinning. “Steve, stop blushin’ or I’m keepin’ the shield!”
“So, you two, what’s the verdict?” Darcy asked as she looked between Tony and Bruce. Neither looked upset at not being their lover’s favorite. It actually looked like Tony couldn’t stop checking out the new America’s ass.
“Lovely!” Bruce declared for both of them. Darcy smiled and tried not to laugh at the way the two scientists watched Jo with open affection as she tried to get Steve to spar with her in the den, and she collapsed onto the arm of the chair that Tony was in.
“Happy Halloween,” Darcy whispered to Tony.
“Happy holidays, kid,” Tony said without looking away from Jo. Bruce looked at Tony with the same open affection he’d had aimed at Jo, and Darcy relaxed more against the chair. Hopeless, the three of them.
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In April 24, 1710, only a month after a successful revival of Dryden’s play, the Queen’s Theatre in Haymarket mounted a production of William Davenant’s operatic version of Shakespeare’s Macbeth. An advertisement posted at the theater’s entrance announced the play was “For the Entertainment of the Four INDIAN KINGS lately arriv’d.” From the borderlands of what would become the United States and Canada came four Native American representatives to the court of Queen Anne (three of them Haudenosaunee and one Mohican). They were diplomats working to secure an alliance against French ambitions within the interior of North America. Sa Ga Yeath Qua Pieth Tow, known to the English as Peter Brant, a Mohawk and member of the Bear Clan; Ho Nee Yeath Taw No Row, whose Christian name was John of Canajoharie, member of the Wolf Clan; Etow Oh Koam, or Nicholas, adherent of the Thunderbird; and Tee Yee Neen Ho Ga Row who went by King Hendrick, or “Emperor of the Six Nations” in the Haudenosaunee Confederacy (named Iroquois by the French).
#Sa Ga Yeath Qua Pieth Tow#Ho Nee Yeath Taw No Row#John of Canajoharie#Etow Oh Koam#Yee Neen Ho Ga Row#haudenosaunee#history#english history#queen anne of england
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Anastacia, recording artist/singer-songwriter Ben Anderson (great to have worked with you), Rita Arya, Bill Black, Kyle Chandler, Dolores Costello, Elvira a.k.a. Cassandra Peterson (good to have met you), Will Gregory (Goldfrapp), Charles Tomlinson Griffes, Ken Kesey, Mark Kleiner, Baz Luhrmann, Roddy McDowall, Brother Jack McDuff, Lamonte McLemore (5th Dimension), Reinhold Messner, the 2010 documentary WHO IS HARRY NILSSON & WHY IS EVERYBODY TALKING ABOUT HIM?, Robert B. Parker, Joseph D. Pistone, John Ritter, Rita Rudner, The Supremes 1964 “Baby Love” single, Ty Tabor (King’s X), Michiyo Tsujimura 辻村みちよ, Fee Waybill (The Tubes—keep up the good work), and one of America’s best-known cultural ambassadors, Luke the Drifter a.k.a. The Hillbilly Shakespeare a.k.a. Mr. Lovesick Blues a.k.a. Timber Snake, singer-songwriter Hank Williams. He learned guitar from African-American blues musician Rufus Payne (a.k.a. Tee Tot), and that, along with the music of Roy Acuff and Ernest Tubb, influenced Hank’s style.
Chronic back pain, alcoholism, and pill addiction took a toll on Hank’s heart and he died young and tragically, but in his short but hugely influential career he released 55 Top 10 singles with 12 #1 records. He’s cited as one of the essential pioneers of contemporary country music, but his reach extended into mainstream pop, rock’n’roll, and even jazz, as his songs (now considered to be American standards) were covered by hit-makers of the day—and still are.
A 78 of Hank’s “Lovesick Blues” turned up in my house when I was kid, and on TV I watched the biopic film I SAW THE LIGHT, a song that has always been with me. In recent years I started performing regularly in assisted living homes, and my set includes Hank’s “Hey Good Lookin’” (along with “Jambalaya”). He wrote and recorded "Hey, Good Lookin'" in 1951 (it was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 2001). The song has been covered by countless artists and was a precursor to the genre known as Rockabilly. Hank was friendly with musician Jimmy Dickens. Having told Jimmy that he needed a hit record if he was going to become a star, Hank said he’d write it and penned "Hey Good Lookin'" in only 20 minutes while on a plane with Jimmy and entertainer Minnie Pearl. A week later Hank recorded it himself, jokingly telling Jimmy, "That song's too good for you!" Here’s my cover of it (recorded by Chris von Sneidern). Meanwhile, HB HW and thank you for crafting so many great songs. https://johnnyjblairsingeratlarge.bandcamp.com/track/hey-good-lookin
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#johnny j blair#singer songwriter#music#singer at large#san francisco#Hank Williams#Good Lookin#birthday
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Article with embedded video of the speech if you wish to check for yourself exactly what he says:
Transcript is also in the article if you want to see it written down but not watch it.
His remarks were delivered June 30th 2024 at Lake Church in White Lake, NC, the recording was made by the church, with the Robinson's and Pastor Cameron McGill's consent.
The link to their posting of the recording on Facebook, if you want to make sure it hasn't been tampered with. The speech is about 30 minutes long.
The New Republic states that it got an email statement from Pastor McGill about the incident:
“Without a doubt, those he deemed worthy of death [were] those seeking to kill us,” Pastor Cameron said in an email, adding that Robinson “certainly did not imply the taking of any innocent lives” and that the rest of his speech was “non-controversial.” There was no formal media presence during the speech, the Pastor confirmed.
Robinson is a frequently controversial figure.
Rolling Stones wrote an article about him this last March 9th 2024, cataloguing some of his more controversial statements. Though that isn't the word they used to describe said comments.
Slate also has its own article summing up, much more briefly, his biggest "hits."
I assume both were written in response to Robinson receiving former president Trump's “complete and total endorsement,” a few days earlier on March 2nd, 2024, stating that Robinson was like Martin Luther King but better.
In spite of the fact that Robinson has previously caused waves by stating, "MLK Was An Inferior Pastor And ‘Communist.’"
So this behavior is fairly in line with how he conducts himself and the kind of person he is. He is very staunchly a member of the MAGA party in excellent standing because he supports all their stances to a tee.
Which is what I think is more important for me:
There may only be one Robinson and he may, for the moment, be confined to North Carolina, but what he advocates and says is exactly why the MAGA movement and Trump like him so much. He is saying exactly what they like and want. He is speaking with their voice and he says it with authority and vitality. He is, quite simply, what MAGA is. Compare him to Trump and he is the living example of the old wisdom, “In America, you gotta work twice as hard [as white folks] to get half as much.” There is absolutely a reason this man is the first black Lt. Governor of North Carolina and has a good chance of being its first black Governor, the polls are well within the margin of error between him and his opponent and his numbers are generally trending upward.
He says clearly what he thinks about things. He is happy to elicit the controversy and ride that wave. Because he knows he can. Because he knows he is saying what his audience wants to hear and saying it best because he believes it. The offense is to his benefit because it is showing everyone exactly who he is and who is people are.
Which makes him helpful because he is telling us what MAGA thinks. He is telling us MAGA's goals. He is telling us exactly who they are.
The problem is that I think the left truly does not understand what is being said.
An excellent example of that is this clip from the young turks about the kerfuffle around the surfacing of his quote "I absolutely want to go back to the America where women couldn’t vote."
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They're very good about giving the larger context but I think it is because they're missing the point, when the people who cherry picked that portion of the quote did not.
Go look through his speeches. I've now watched a whole lot more than I wanted to AND have barely brushed the surface. He likes to talk and he's quite charismatic. He resonates so well with his audience because he is absolutely identifying problems that do exist within that context and advocating their favored approach. It is not a problem within his own constituency, it is a benefit, because he is declaring clearly for them that he is Right Wing Authoritarian, like them, and they don't want people who aren't.
He is willing to go backwards in American cultural history to the point where women couldn't vote and people of color would be lynched because he is a Leopard.
The fundamental mistake people make in the metaphor of the Leopard party about MAGA is the assumption that anybody who supports the Leopards thinks they are not Leopards themselves. No one who thinks they are a Gazelle is going to support the Leopards. Everyone who thinks they are a Leopard is ok with that.
Make no mistake, the incomplete clip of him being happy to go back to women without voting rights is absolutely correct. Because he trusts the women who ARE Leopards to fight like Leopards and to seize that power back. He is confident that they can. Take away their voting rights and they will fight and kill and destroy and cheat and whatever it takes with utter ruthlessness until they have that power once again. There is nothing that will hold a Leopard back except trying to be a different animal. So, as a Leopard, he has zero fear of going backward. It's not a threat to him, it's a benefit.
Anyone who is NOT a Leopard - whether they don't want to be, so he couldn't give a shit about them, or they just aren't as powerful as they think they are and won't make it, which sucks, she was a real nice Gazelle, but it is still for the best because when it came down to it, she was no Leopard - will get purged. Their faces will get eaten by the Leopards so only the Leopards will survive. It is Social Darwinism, the strong succeed because they are strong. The weak get taken out because they are weak. That is the central thesis of Leopards Eating People's Faces Party, MAGA, modern Republicanism, Christofascism, whatever name you want to call it. Might Makes Right BECAUSE Right is Might.
This has been gaining strength as the Right Wing Authoritarian central organizing principle since Russell Conwell started the principles of Prosperity Gospel in the propagation of his Acres of Diamonds sermon. With Andrew Carnegie's The Gospel of Wealth to help it along by arguing that the benefits would inevitably trickle on down to everyone, even to those who didn't have God's direct blessing or didn't care about God either way. The plan was good by definition. And it is still more than good enough for MAGA. Same thing, different name. Might and Right are identical things. If you are one (enough) you must get the other. That is the natural order of things.
And the very worst thing for not just yourself but EVERYONE is to oppose that natural order which must inevitable weaken, sicken, and destroy both the individual and society. That is the true devil's work: opposing God's plan which destroys the Might of the Right and therefore destroys the Right until there is no Might left to resist the devil's influence and everything is laid to waste and lost forever.
If you have the stomach for it, it is worth listening to his 45 minute speech recorded at the Freedom House Church and kept up on their youtube channel. He's a much easier person to listen to than Trump. Unlike Trump, his charm and intelligence come through. It is simply easier to listen to him. Even if what he is saying is just as awful if you pause to think about what he is really saying and dissect what it means.
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Yes, he really is happy to go back to the way it was because he believes with all his heart that he is a Leopard and that the Leopards are going to be just fine. If they are truly Leopards, they will take what they deserve. If they are not, they will get what they deserve. And in the end, that is what is best for everyone. No one deserves anything that they are not strong enough to take on their own because that is what God has deemed to be the plan.
You strive to be the best you can be and you live or die by that. And blessed is the good person who dies by God's plan. To die as a Leopard, because you are too weak to live as a Leopard, even though you tried, is the second best thing a Leopard can do. For that Leopard lived as a Leopard and died as a Leopard and both of those things made the Leopards stronger.
And that is what MAGA wants.
All the policies and inflammatory statements are side effects or boosters. They are nothing except the push to move the world toward what they want: rule by the Leopard.
And that's really all you have to ask yourself about whether you should support Robinson or any MAGA personality.
Are you ok with rule by the Leopard. Do you believe that Might and Right being identical is a good thing for yourself and those you care about?
You will never shame him or outlogic him or catch him out with some kind of hypocrisy because he is not a hypocrite by his own definition. He is a Leopard. If he hurts you, he is a Leopard and you are not. If he eats your face, fine, he is a Leopard and you are not. If he decides to help you, fine, he is a Leopard and you are not. As a Leopard, it is his right to decide. He can do the Noblesse Oblige thing or not. It's up to him because he is a Leopard. His Leopardness entitles him to what he can do. His might makes him right.
And if you are strong enough, he is cool with that. Leopards deserve their power because they are powerful. It is tautological. It is God's will. It is BECAUSE it is.
Are you strong enough to thrive in that paradigm? Are the people you care about strong enough to thrive in that paradigm? Will that paradigm give you the world you want when it goes right? When it goes wrong?
Are you a Leopard?
Look at all those inflammatory statements again. Does he think you are a Leopard? Can you prove it to the other Leopards when they start eating faces?
Standing in a church advocating murder.
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"The Izod." From the Book of Nehemiah, "the Exploration of the Mysteries of the Lions that Lay," 9: 22-25.
The Nsh continues to orate after he explains the process of confession to the people. This is not what is called Yom Kippur, "the day of breathing light." During constitution, nations and their people have much to discuss, and once the discussion is done and tensions are released, many obligations begin.
The Nsh is expected by the Torah to serve as an expert in how this process was founded and how to make it work. This, according to the text is a process of continual call and response. Our current dilemma in America, a Republican Party that wants to have sex with minors developed because the police and the FBI did not repeat to the public "there are insurmountable barriers between adults and minors" and enforce the laws no matter who violated them.
The Nsh cannot make such mistakes. The passage below states children are permitted certain benefits and protections until they are of age. Households are to be filled as the Zohar says "with good things," children are to be "full and nourished."
But in our country, we say certain people should live in filth but if they are young and white and cute and go to the local Gonzaga High School, they can be prostituted to area politicians and their friends free of worry. All of this while a third world war rages on and floods and fires consume it. If we had a Nsh, Yah says, none of this would be happening: He tells the Nsh, Sihon and Heshbon, "pay the invoice, come up with a way to make the things you ruined perfect again and exterminate the causes."
These it calls Og of Bashan "the pleasures of the tooth and claw" in Canaan "faster than now." If the fuxups in the US Government obeyed the law and did all of its useful needfuls and killed Donald Trump for treason on January 7, 2021 like it should have, what a nice time all of us could be having. So like the Zo says "now is really very good."
22 “You gave them kingdoms and nations, allotting to them even the remotest frontiers. They took over the country of Sihon[c] king of Heshbon and the country of Og king of Bashan.
23 You made their children as numerous as the stars in the sky, and you brought them into the land that you told their parents to enter and possess.
24 Their children went in and took possession of the land. You subdued before them the Canaanites, who lived in the land; you gave the Canaanites into their hands, along with their kings and the peoples of the land, to deal with them as they pleased.
25 They captured fortified cities and fertile land; they took possession of houses filled with all kinds of good things, wells already dug, vineyards, olive groves and fruit trees in abundance. They ate to the full and were well-nourished; they reveled in your great goodness.
"He gave NOW into their hands." What have we done with our current lives? I have some advice, don't ask anyone from Kyiv about that.
What do I have to say? Im trying to kill every loser and fucktard on the planet and set the people free and all I get are little old ladies tinkling to each other as they walk by "such a complex case, tee hee!"
Bullshit and bullshit. All is bullshit. I do not tolerate bullshit. Tolerance of bullshit is a sin :
"By performing their prescribed duties, persons attain perfection. You should also perform your duties to set an example for the good of the world. Whatever actions great persons perform, common people follow. Whatever standards they set, all the world pursues."- Bhagavad Gita, 3:20.
The Values in Gematria are:
v. 22: You gave them kingdoms and nations. The Number is 9077, ץעז, "step on it."
v. 23: You made their children numerous as the stars...where have all the sensible, responsible, professional people on this planet gone? The Number is 7247, זבדז , zabadz, "then comes the wolf."
We are feeding a wolf with all of this irresponsible unprofessional bullshit. And the wolf of tomorrow is a very expensive pet:
v. 24: Their children took possession of the land...to deal with as they pleased. Do we want our children or their children to run things? We are seeing now the results of what happened after we allowed Charles Mary, King Salman, George W Bush, Dick Cheney and Rummy perpetrate claims of a false terrorist attack on New York on September 11, 2001. KC3 at the behest of his mum went down the Cable and Wireless to erase the records of the phone calls made to facilitate the outcome.
This was well known by the whole company, right Kevin Dean and Tim Court? But at least ask Queen Camilla about this, she's the one that said so on Absolutely Fabulous. She'll remember. And what the fuck is a Queen Camilla anyway?
Sounds like a K Mart brand of every day nice china or something.
And now another Republican administration is as yet holding a smoking gun over what happened on October 7, 2023.
The Number is 10551, קההא, kaha, "so what now?"
v. 24: They took advantage. The text says certain aspects of society should be protected perennially- wells, fields, the air, water, the sea, the law, so man does not have to continually clean up the shit and start over. We have never paid attention to the Torah's insistence about this.
The Number is 11764, יאזוד , yazod, "God, give us still more strength."
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HSM (2006) rewatch pt 7
7: Troy just wants to be the Troy of guy
Can someone tell me why Coach Bolton's office is like, in the locker room? America explain
Gabriella: Did you ever feel like there's this whole other person inside of you just looking for a way to come out?
hahaha.... YEA
Note that in this convo, Taylor doesn’t really seem mad about Gabriella auditioning and doesn't try to convince her to not do the callbacks. She does sounds sure no one will beat out Sharpay anyway, but still... what made her want to stop Gabriella later?
Zeke I love you but not the time to be wooing Sharpay
ICONIC. This line was a hit with my friends when we rewatched, pretty much all of us are below 5'4''
Zeke: I bake! If that helps...
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Troy there’s no way this place is secret. Still, I like the fact he knows about it because of the science club, so he’s already got his connections to other factions of the school even before this musical drama. It sounds like everyone just looks up to him soooo bad and he’s polite so hears everyone out – unlike Chad who doesn’t want the drama geeks and skater dudes talking to him.
Gabriella: Seems to me like everyone on campus wants to be your friend Troy: Unless we lose.
Aahhh the pressure, it always felt conditional to him.
Troy: I don't know what he's gonna say when he finds out about the singing
It’s ok Troy I’m not out to my parents either </3
But this whole convo is a nice look into the pressures on Troy, it's no wonder he has this quiet garden place to get away from it all. It's also no wonder he latches onto Gabriella - she's the first person who doesn't have this preconception of who he is and who he should be. She genuinely wants to know him better, whatever that may entail.
Gabriella must have felt a little funny saying Troy’s friends don’t know enough about him, only to find out later one of those guys is his best friend since pre-school LOL. It kind of makes sense though, sometimes when you're close to someone for a long time you expect them and your dynamic to stay the same, but things change. Still, kinda hurts that he's been feeling like this about the whole basketball guy thing for a while, but doesn't feel like he can tell his friends.
Aww the reference to kindergarten is so cute, it’s true we had no societal expectations to worry about back then and making friends was so easy
Guy with a Bieber haircut and a red baseball tee sits on a rooftop as he is told he’s cool but not in the conventional way. This too, is Homestuck.
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