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glorioustidalwavedefendor · 1 year ago

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Adults often make the mistake of seeing this kid’s brilliant academic skills, and assume that this child should be equally as brilliant in every other aspect of their life. That means executive functioning, ‘social skills’, life skills, daily tasks, emotional regulation, etc. Adults often expect that this kid should be just as great at everything else as they are at maths.

Yeah ...

Wenn I was two or three years old my mom decide she could no longer be bothere to go with me to the playground, and since I was already so grown up (could talk like a grown up with fancy words and shit) I could just go alone

Also, a playmate of mine who was much OLDER then me alos went alone so why couldn't I?

And ... the going there was not to bad ... I could see it from the window ... I knew how to get there

But the thing is ... we didn't live in a house, we lived in an apartment building one of several identical ones in a row ... and we didn't live in the firt one or the last one ... we lifed somewhere in the middle

And I tried to explain to my parenst that I would not find back home

And they said, just count

And I said, I can't count, you never tought me (Since there where a lot of things I just kind a pict up on my own my parenst never really taught me anything ... and always where suprised wenn I couldn't do something ... like downright offended ... like why can't you do thing X that we never bothere to teach you?!)

Also, I didnt know which bell button was the one to our apartment.

And they also just told me to count, thexy wheregonna teach it to me here an dnow and then expect me to imidiately retain the entire new knowledge perfectly

I said, while I might be able to do it now, I most likely would forgett after I played for a while becasue I already knew that my brain was not very good at retaining usefull boring information ... and even if I remebered how to count I would propably forgett the numbers that led me to our bell button

-> Again, I was 2 or 3 years old

I offered another option, the playmate they had used as an example had a mom that actually loved her and she had painted their bell button with violett nail polish, so she could just look for the collor

I asked that they did teh sam for me

paint the bell button so I had a visual marker

They refused

What was teh Landlord gonna say?

So I refused to go alone

Which made them quiet angry at me, becasu eobviously I was stubborn and willfull and just THE WORST ... becaue obviously I was in the wrong ... doh ...

Many of our neurodivergent kids have ‘spiky profiles’. This means that their brightest, strongest skills are high- often way above those of other kids their age. Their big skills are BIG. And if you were to compare these big skills to the skills that they struggle the most with, the gap might be quite substantial. Hence the ‘spike’.

I’m talking our ND kids working way above grade level at school. Maybe they are brilliant at maths, or writing, or perhaps their verbal communication skills would have you believing that they’re a good five years older than they are. They also struggle with things.

When this 7-year-old child struggles with something ‘simple’ like getting dressed, parents might turn around and say things like ‘I just watched you do 5 pages of long division- stop being ridiculous. This is EASY compared to that.’

The thing is, it isn’t. Not for this kid.

Maths was simple for them, the way that getting dressed might be simple for you. Conversely, getting dressed is hard for them, the way that maths might be hard for you.

We need to meet them where they’re at.

We can marvel at their mathematical brilliance, wonder how on earth they can do those complex equations. And then after, we can help them clean up the milk they spilled, and comfort them about the mess. We help them regulate when their feelings are so big about the bits of cereal on the floor, and the drops of milk that landed on their shirt. We work alongside them to pack their bag in the morning. We help them work through the huge sadness of losing a game to their brother.

We do all that.

And we know that we are supporting them where they need the support.

And we are are still there, in their corner, when they don’t.

Point is, they know that we are there no matter what. That connection and that trust is essential.

People need to understand that The brilliance we have in one area is not necessarily transferable to different things. And suggesting it is is unreasonable and distressing.

So let’s not, yeah?

Em 🌈🌻✌️

AuDHD SLP

From this Facebook page by NeuroWild, which I can't link to directly.

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doebt · 4 years ago

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haavent slept more than 1 consecutive hr all day and night bc of GRAVY MEOWING TO GET OUT but had to keep her in due to its like 10 degrees out wtffff

#and snowing and icing snd everything else #how is this even happeningggg #we dont have central heating so its like hell #gil took gravy so i can finslly dleep rn #but this whole thing id judt crazyyyyy. i literslly dont think its ever been 10degrees here since ive been alive #besides maybe ehenever that one huge dnow happened in like. 2008 or sometime #it is unbelievable rn #i feel so bsd for everyone else bc my room is thr warmest in the house #our house just doesnt retain heat at all #insanity.

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yukiumisakura25 · 3 years ago

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Hiiii so this is my first one-shot fanfic! Forewarning, everyone is aged up to adulthood, no underage-ness! Sorry, but I will say there is a MESS to this with snot and stuff…soooo yeah. Okay, so this is BakuDeku, so here we go!

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Ring Ring-click

Deku hung up his phone, frowning at the device in his hand.

No answer. Bakugou was supposed to meet him for patrol 20 minutes ago, and Bakugou, if nothing else, is always on time. Their agencies decided to hunt the copycat hero killer together, as they were getting nowhere alone. Since school, they’ve been on better terms, meeting each other once a month for a get together. But Bakugou always had kept his distance, never letting deku close, nor explaining why.

Deku sighed, walking towards the alleyway he was waiting near, contemplating stopping by the agency to see if the fire head even came to work today.

“HA-KSHEEW!” Deku literally jumped from the sound behind him and quickly turned to the source, expecting some sort of villain or deranged citizen who tried to break his eardrums. What he wasn’t expecting was the sight of a sick, drippy pro hero with one gauntlet on, and the free arm being used as a snot rag.

“Kacchan!” Deku wasn’t sure if he should be happy or upset that Bakugou came to patrol sick. He must feel alright enough if hes walking around, right?

“*sniff* Ib sorry ib lade, won’t bake a habit of it.” Kacchan growled from behind his arm, trying to slow the mucus leakage. Deku’s eyebrows furrowed and he walked over to his partner.

“Kacchan, why are you here? Youre obviously-“

“Shud ub fugface, I dnow whad youre dinging, and I.AB.NOD.SI- HE-KSHEEW!” Deku winced at the violent sneeze bakugou let out, and the mess that followed behind his elbow. He searched in his pockets and took out a small tissue packet and opened it.

“Here kacchan.” He gently offered the packet, half expecting Bakugou to flip him off and walk away.

Bakugou looked down at the packet, then to deku, seemingly offended by the gesture. A tch could be heard from him before he snacked it from deku and turned his back to him to clean up his face. A gurgling honk could be heard as he nearly went through the whole package, trying to rid his sinuses of the cold he was obviously suffering from.

“…Kacchan? Maybe you should head home?” Deku tried gently, not wanting to cause Bakugou to blow up. Still, this was Bakugou. Bakugou spun around to face Deku, pissed off and storming towards Deku.

“BAYBE YOU SHOULD SHUD UB AND BIND YOUR OWN DABN BUS-“ Bakugou cut off, his breathing turning erratic, his head tilt up and his eyes holding a glazed look.

“heh-b-bind your own-heeh-dabn-HEH-KSHEEW!!*sniff* Disgusting…” He turned from Deku to spray at the side, a string of snot attached to the brick wall next to them before snapping off from his right nostril. Deku, instead of feeling disgusted, just frowned. A closer look at Bakugou, his skin was pale, rosy cheeks, nose chapped and red from rubbing, dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was messy like he just woke up.

“I’m serious Kacchan, I really think you should go home. You are obviously not well and you’re swaying. Do you have a fever?” Deku held his hand up to touch Bakugou’s hand before he slapped it away with a growl.

“Fug off Deku!”

“Kacchan, please go home. It isn’t safe for you to patrol in your condition. I’ll call Ida to assist me tonight, so don’t worry.” Deku put his foot down, willing to go against Bakugou’s temper for his own well being and safety.

“HAH! You ding Four-eyes can helb you better dan be?? FUG DAT IB FINE!” Bakugou growled, a used tissue pressed to his nose. Deku huffed, over Bakugou’s bitch fit.

“Kacchan, I won’t go patrolling with you in this condition. For once, stop being so stubborn and go home!”

“AND WHAD IF SOMBDING HABBENS TO YOU WHILE IB GONE??”

…..What?

Deku thought it was nearly impossible for Bakugou’s face to turn any redder as he tried to process what he just heard. However, that was enough time for a sneeze to sneak up on Bakugou and gave him no time turn completely to the side.

“HER-KSHEEEW!” He sprayed to Deku’s side, catching his ear and parts of his hair in the mess. Deku jumped up from the volume of the sneeze, then realized he was caught in the blast zone.

“..Sorry.” Bakugou muttered, eyes to the ground as he tried to clean up his mess with another used tissue. He honestly looked ashamed to have sneezed on Deku, but Deku had other things on his mind.

“Kacchan….are you worried about me?” Deku felt abit of fondness in his chest at the thought that Bakugou cared for him. And maybe a bit of warmth from his heart that Bakugou was concerned.

So I like Kacchan. Sue me.

He’d come to understand his feelings ever since their third year, after a game of spin the bottle. Everyone else found it funny they were chosen to kiss, but for Deku-

“Heh- HEH-KSHEEW! DABN IT!” Kacchan cursed lowly, running out of tissues. He snorted some snot back up and glared at Deku, daring him to say anything.

“SO WHAD?! I CAND CARE FOR BY FRIEND??” Okay, Bakugou was definitely running a fever. He called him his FRIEND.

“Kacchan…” Deku felt near tears, to think Bakugou would care for him enough to come to patrol so sick and ill equipped for his nose.

“Shud ub Deku.” Bakugou sighed, seemingly exhausted.

“Adyway, dere is a cobycad hero killer oud dere and I wond led you search for hib widout be.” Bakugou made a small coughing noise at the end, giving Deku time to think.

“….Alright.” Deku took his phone out and dialed some numbers. Bakugou was watching with interest and worry.

“Who are you calling? I told you Ib not ledding you padrol withoud be!” Bakugou used his gauntlet hand to grab Deku’s wrist, holding onto it like a life line. Shocked, Deku met eyes with Bakugou, seeing the concern behind his fever glazed eyes.

“…Don’t worry kacchan, I’m just texting Uraraka and Todoroki to take over for tonight.” Deku said calmly, holding back a smile. Bakugou obviously wasn’t in the mood to be teased.

“oh..okay. Ad whib dat shid eading grin off your fa- heh..heh-hah..” Bakugou’s nose twitched as the tickle took over.

“Haaaah..h-heh fug be-haaah…heeh dabn id! Heeeh-“ The sneeze seemed stuck, and if Bakugou could see through the tears, he’d see a mischievous gleam in Deku’s eyes.

“It’s okay Kacchan, what are partners for?” Deku leaned in and pressed a light touch to the base of Bakugou’s nose and put alittle pressure on it. That seemed to do the trick as Deku leaped out of the way in time for Bakugou to explode forward, his spray turning into small explosions and leaving burn marks on the wall.

Deku stared in shock as Bakugou caught his breath, panting as he leaned forward.

“….Bless you Kacchan.”

“Shud…Ub…Deku.” Bakugou spoke between pants as he nearly fell forward, but caught by Deku and positioned to lean on him.

“Let’s get you home kacchan.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH So what did you guys think?? Not too shabby for a first-time one-shot right?? I haven’t written anything sneeze related in YEARS! Sorry if it seems abit meh spelling wise and detailed wise, honestly my very first! If you have any advice or critique, please let me know! Im always up to better myself!

DON’T REPOST TO NON SNEEZE KINK BLOGS PLZ!

#snzfic #bakudeku #first fic #yukiwrites #age up #pro hero au

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featherypromises · 5 years ago

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Genius Interrupted

*Request fulfillment for @rosieknows who wanted to see Tae or Jimin not being weatherproof. XD Thanks for your patience dearie! Taehyung is impulsive but Yoongi and Namjoon are there to help him see who is really in his corner. Featuring Sickie Tae and caring Yoongi & Namjoon. WARNING: Most of you know this, but I am warning newbie ARMY: Min Suga has a mouth and he likes his 4 letter words in this one. this has been a PSA.*

Min Yoongi rubbed the spots that danced across his sight away with his hands and stretched in the high-backed office chair in Genius Lab. He blinked at the clock: 10:13pm. It wasn’t “late” late. At least not according to the usual schedule of Min PD, but most people seemed to consider this time of day “late”.

Almost everyone else had already left BigHit entertainment’s new office building, except, maybe, or a few diehards like himself and possibly Namjoon-ah, who had his studio, Rkive, just down the hall.Yoongi couldn’t be sure that RM was still in the building, of course, but given how lyric-crazed the younger rapper had been for the last few days, it was a safe bet that he would be here. Typically, they were the last ones out of the building, besides the security personnel.

So when he heard a sudden hard knock on his door a little while later, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Who the hell?!?” Yoongi muttered, before getting up and going over to the door.

When the door opened onto Kim Taehyung, who was soaked all the way down to the skin with rainwater, Yoongi’s mouth fell open. The younger man was clad in only a t-shirt and blue jeans, both of which were completely drenched and clinging to his body. The vocalist’s lips were purplish and his slight frame shook with cold.

“What the Fuck?!?” Yoongi swore, dragging Taehyung inside his studio, “Why are you soaked?!?”

Taehyung shivered and sniffled, but gave no spoken answer; his chin jutting out mulishly. The rapper watched the younger man stare at his shoes for a long moment before releasing an annoyed grunt and forcing Tae to sit down on the studio’s couch. That made the dripping singer protest:

“D'no! Hyug! I’ll gedt your couch wedt!”

Min Suga winced at the thick congestion that corrupted Taehyung’s mellow, deep voice.

“Fuck the couch!” said the older man, who was amazed at the vocalist’s priorities. The next question, Yoongi tried to ask in a much more gentle tone, as he crouched in front of the slightly taller man; looking up into his pale face:

“What happened, Taehyungie?”

The singer hesitated,

“I was mad. I didn’t know where else to go, so I came here.” When the older man made a beckoning gesture, he continued, “I had a fidght with Seokjin-hyung…” Min Yoongi sighed, as he saw two big tears roll down Tae’s face. The younger man was still shivering and had goosebumps all up and down his arms. The rapper quickly shrugged off his sweatshirt and told the younger man to pull off his t-shirt.

“You’ll just get colder in here like that, the vents blow cold air all year round.”

Tae, still crying softly, obeyed, removing the dripping shirt and pulled the sweatshirt over his head. Meanwhile, the older man hunted the room until he found a spare air of basketball shorts and a clean towel from his gym bag.

“Get out of those wet things and dry your hair. Was that you I heard in the bathroom in the dorm this morning, sneezing and sniffling?”

Taehyung blushed a bit and nodded, sniffling softly,

“Yeah, I… I thig…(sniffle) I th-thig I mbight buh… be… Heh-GHESSHUH!” The vocalist sneezed harshly, not covering but bending in two at the waist. But it wasn’t a normal Tae-earthquake style sneeze but something that sounded much more breathy and exhausted. The younger man sniffled again and rubbed his nose,

“I thig I’mb gedding sigk.” Taehyung almost sounded surprised which made Yoongi lose it completely…

He couldn’t help it, It was so obvious, he burst out laughing,

“Oh god,... you think?!? You know what I think? I think you were sick this morning and you thought a walk in a rainstorm would be the best possible idea, given the circumstances…”

Taehyung listened attentively, and actually raised his hand like a child in school, when the rapper paused staring at him, Tae said, “Thunderstormb.”

Yoongi was completely stymied. Taehyung pointed through the wall that was towards the main building’s entrance.

“It’s a thuderstormb dnow, not a rainstormb, hyug…” Yoongi had to almost swallow his fist to fight back the laughter. The urge to laugh disappeared as the younger man sneezed openly again, twisting over one shoulder,

“EH-GHHHSSSHUH! ETSHHUH!” Those sounded like they were almost painful. Once Tae had changed into the shorts, Yoongi hung the wet things up to dry over his chair. He took charge of the towel, and began to dry the vocalist’s hair. It dried slowly; the rapper envied Taehyung his hair, which had not been bleached halfway to oblivion like his had been.

Once the singer was dry, he wasn’t shivering as much, Yoongi pulled the throw blanket down from the back of the couch and wrapped Tae in it.

"Keep warm…" the rapper admonished, "You don't want this cold getting complicated." His voice was gruff, but his touch was gentle, as he felt Taehyung's forehead. He felt a little warm, but not dangerously so.

Yoongi kept a small coffee maker in the studio and Taehyung seemed like he would benefit from something hot to drink. The rapper grabbed a clean mug and was about to press the button, when he remembered something. Taehyung had never gotten used to coffee, he preferred tea. The trouble was that the older man was practically a champion coffee consumer: tea was barely in his vocabulary, let alone in his studio.

He puzzled over the problem for a moment, then he shrugged and pulled out his phone. he hit the 2nd speed dial option. It rang twice before a deep voice responded,

“Yoongi-Hyung! What’s up?”

“Namjoon-ah, are you in Rkive?” asked Yoongi without preamble.

There was a pause,

“...Yes…?”

“Do you have tea?”

Stunned silence filled the next few seconds, then Rapmon, clearly confused, echoed back, “Tea?...”

“Yeah, tea!...” reiterated Min Yoongi, getting a little annoyed.

“Who died?” RM said, only half-kidding.

“Look, do you have the damn tea or not?”

“”I have some, yeah…” Said Namjoon, startled into answering seriously by the other rapper’s abruptness.

The older man rolled his eyes, “Bring some down the hall.” <click.>

Muttering about dongsaengs with a deathwish, he opened the studio door, letting the leader of BTS into his sanctum. Kim Namjoon stared at his hyung as he stood in the doorway, with his head slightly tilted in curiosity. Just then, Taehyung coughed. Rapmon jumped about a foot in the air and swore. When he realized that it was Taehyung he relaxed for a moment before getting a closer look at the unwell vocalist. When he saw the state that the younger man was in, he understood the need for tea. Not taking his eyes off of Taehyung, he handed the tea bag over to his hyug and went to sit next to Tae.

Taehyung looked up at Namjoon, in physical and emotional misery, “Hyug, I yelled at Seokjin-hyug. I was so cruel to himb. He told me thad I was just beig selfish and expectig too mbuch by wantig mby dnew sogg to be idncluded odn the albumb. I got really hut adnd said that least i was puttig forth effort. I was so mbad at himb, but dnow… I-I just… Hh’HhESHooo! Esssh” The younger man interrupted himself with two harsh sneezes that made him double over with the effort.

Yoongi nodded, understanding, as he turned to make the tea. The young vocalist took a great deal of pride in his solos, in much this same way Suga did with his songs for BTS and the new ones he was producing as Min PD. Taehyung was very loving and sweet towards the other members usually, but poking fun at his pride or telling him that he couldn’t do something the way he was certain it must be done was the lit fuse to Taehyung’s temper. He worked hard and put forth a lot of effort, (They all did) but occasionally Tae would want immediate gratification, expecting a full harvest at his disposal after he had just finished planting the seeds. Namjoon was rubbing the sniffling singer’s back as Tae spoke, trying to relax him a little bit.

Wiping away tears, Taehyung sighed, shuddering slightly,

“Ughh… it’s hard to thig right dnow. Mby head hurts…”

Min Yoongi brought the tea over and sat on the other side of Taehyung. Sandwiched between the two rappers, the younger man seemed smaller and more fragile. Tae sipped the tea and leaned his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Namjoon, after a span of several minutes, said:

“I’ll bet that Seokjin-hyung isn’t even mad at you about this anymore…” He looked Tae over once more and continued, “Did you tell anyone at the dorm where you were going?”

The vocalist shook his head glumly,

“D’no,... I forgod mby phodne too…” Taehyung cleared his throat, wincing.

The oldest rapper sighed, Seokjin was probably losing his mind with worrying about where Tae had gone with no security personnel, no phone, and no jacket in this weather. Yoongi glanced at Namjoon, who asked Taehyung,

“Do you want to call him? You can use my phone.”

When the singer took the phone, he hesitated. The older rapper, realizing that Taehyung was nervous about speaking with the eldest member, suggested,

“Joon-ah, why not put it on speaker phone, so we can all talk together.” Taehyung gave a watery smile, but held up one finger and sneezed uncovered into his own lap,

“H’DSSSHUH! Okay, we call call now.”

Min Yoongi rolled his eyes again. Taehyung didn’t even notice that his nose was running. He was still a kid, no matter how big he got. Grabbing tissues out of the box on his computer desk, the older man passed them to Tae, who blushed and cleaned himself up.

They let Taehyung blow his nose and cough a few times before placing this phone on the table between them and dialing. Jin picked up after 3 rings and immediately said, “Joonie, I’ll have to call you back. Tae left the dorm and it’s all my fault… but I’ll explain later…”

“Jin-hyung…” Tae said softly, his eyes overflowing with tears of relief and regret.

“TAEHYUNGIE???” Seokjin shouted, making the phone’s speaker crackle. His voice sounded strained and shocked, “Where are you in all this rain? Hyung will come and get you! Don’t worry, I’m not angry, Tae-tae! But what on earth were you thinking, you can’t just leave like that! making me worry isn’t okay! Your hyung is tired and old now!!!”

Taehyung had to let out a chuckle that was half a sob at the same time. Whenever Seokjin got riled up, he would start talking and get progressively faster and louder as he went. The others had not yet figured out how he managed not to pass out from the lack of oxygen. Namjoon and Yoongi suppressed laughs of their own, as Seokjin continued to rant.

Finally, Namjoon spoke up, cutting Seokjin off,

“Hyung, Tae is with us. He’s okay… Well, he probably has a cold, but other than that, he’s fine.”

As Seokjin began on a scorching lecture about forgetting jackets and umbrellas and caring about Taehyung’s voice, because as he put it, “I work hard enough without trying to sing V’s parts too!”, Yoongi interrupted,

“Yes, Hyung! You can come get him now. he is at Genius Lab with Namjoon and me. I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about.”

Within minutes of ending the call, Seokjin arrived to get “His Taehyungie” as he called him. The two singers, who had been fighting only hours ago, embraced and apologized to each other. The two rappers looked on with knowing smiles. Getting the members to love each other even more as worth having their genius interrupted.

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riverdamien · 2 years ago

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Book Review of Why the Nations Rage?

Book Report and Reflections

Why Do Nations Rage?

The Demonic Origins of Nationalism

David A. Ritchie

Feast of the Transfiguration

Luke 9:28–36

English Standard Version

The Transfiguration

28 dNow about eight days after these sayings he took with him ePeter and John and James and fwent up on the mountain to pray. 29 And as he was praying, the appearance of his face was galtered, and hhis clothing became dazzling white. 30 And behold, two men were talking with him, Moses and Elijah, 31 who appeared in glory and spoke of his departure,2 which he was about to accomplish at Jerusalem. 32 Now Peter and those who were with him iwere heavy with sleep, but when they became fully awake jthey saw his glory and the two men who stood with him. 33 And as the men were parting from him, Peter said to Jesus, “Master, it is good that we are here. Let us make three ktents, one for you and one for Moses and one for Elijah”—lnot knowing what he said. 34 As he was saying these things, ma cloud came and overshadowed them, and they were afraid as they entered the cloud. 35 And ma voice came out of the cloud, saying, “This is my Son, nmy Chosen One;3 olisten to him!” 36 And when the voice had spoken, Jesus was found alone. pAnd they kept silent and told no one in those days anything of what they had seen.

On the 77th anniversary of atom bomb dropped on Hiroshima.Carl Jung put it this way: “Humanity is involved in a new responsibility. He can no longer wriggle out of it on the plea of his littleness and nothingness, for the dark God has slipped the atom bomb and chemical weapons into his hands and given him the power to empty out the apocalyptic vials of wrath on his fellow creatures. Since he has been granted an almost godlike power, he can no longer remain blind and unconscious. He must know something of God’s nature and of metaphysical processes if he is to understand himself…and the divine. “

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Today on the Feast of Transfiguration we celebrate Jesus being transfigured with the power of God surrounding him, and his three disciples Peter, James, and John present. And then calling them to go back down the mountain into the reality of life. A reality of violence, that will lead to the crucifixion of Jesus, and their brutal experiences to come.

Today the Atomic Bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, killing countless civilians. It was an example of a demonic presence in the world.

David Ritchie takes us through the Bible showing the presence of the demonic in the history of Israel, but more particularly humanity.

Nationalism, as seen most explicitly on January 6, 2021, is demonic for it separates and flames the fire of racism and disunity of all people. It was violent and hurts others. Jesus tells us to love God, and our neighbor.

Anthony D. Smith has observed that the notion of sacred nationalism furnishes:

a. a belief in an ethnic election,

b. an attachment to a sacred territory, sanctified by the saints, heroes, and sages.

c. shared memories of a golden age.

d. and the cult of the "glorious dead" and

their self-sacrifice.

The author concludes with a framework for confronting nationalism as a false gospel in I Timothy 4:1-2:

"I charge you in the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who is to judge the living and the dead and by his appearing and his kingdom: preach the words, be ready in season and out of season, reprove, rebuke, and exhort with complete patience and teaching (I Timothy 4:1-2).

The Gospel of Jesus is summed up in his great commandment: "Thou shalt love the Lord your God, with all of your mind strength and soul, and thy neighbor as thyself.

We can love each other, and not like another, and we love by treating all people with respect, without discrimination because of race, creed, or money. We take care of each other. Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

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Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min., D.S.T.

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164

www.temenos.org

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disciple-didi · 4 years ago

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Finally, a new year and new opportunities to further grow and discover who I am and live my life to the fullest. - What another year, no one expected the world to come to a screeching haunt over misinformation, deception, and political manipulation. - But 2020 was not all bad, it started off with an amazing time seeing so many teens at DNOW taking the steps to be more like Christ, but no one expected that less than a month later the world would come to a screeching halt. - But even with an empty church building and the stain of racism, hatred, and division...God has always prevailed and we were able to see beauty and peace in the chaos through Him and through the eyes of our loved ones...whether in person or on Zoom. - Milestones were hit with employment and educations; chapters in life were closing and new ones are opening, and this crazy year was closed with taking the time to reflect on what matters most and enjoying it with our loved ones. - 2020 has been...some year, but it has been exactly what I asked for, for such a long time...here’s how: 1. I’ve longed for the day when I was done with college and schoolwork. 2. I longed to feel established in a my first full time office job. 3. I longed sometime to slow down a bit and deepen my faith; enjoy more of who I am. 4. I longed to have more clarity about my life and see people’s true colors. 5. I longed to have people in my life that accept me for me and understood that there are principles and values that I will NEVER turn a blind eye to. - This year has been something and through all the ups and downs I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Here’s to a new start, new opportunities, new moments and new longings. - #goodbye2020 #hello2021 #bestnine #blessed #findbeautyinthechaos #newchapter https://www.instagram.com/p/CJgpVQRDMvB/?igshid=14hsnzoxe9bxc

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techandguru-blog · 5 years ago

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Almost everything is driven by date and time in today's world. People started equating time with money. So computer and programming languages have a way to date time measure implementation. In this post, I will get you through date and time in java. We will see the date and time in java in detail with example.

Java Date

Java has Date class implementation in java.util package. This class has the current date and time implementation too. Date class has two constructors as shown below:

- Date(): this constructor initializes the class with the current date and time.

- Date(long milliseconds): this constructor takes millisecond of the date since midnight 1 Jan 1970 and initializes the date and time accordingly.

Like other java class, Date class also has certain methods. Commonly used Date methods are listed below:

Method Signature Method Description boolean after(Date date) returns true if invoking date object contains a date that is later than the date in the argument date object boolean before(Date date) return true if invoking date object contains a date that is earlier than the date in the argument date object Object clone( ) create the duplicate of the invoking date object. It creates new references. int compareTo(Date date) Compares the value of the invoking object with that of date. Returns 0 if the values are equal. Returns a negative value if the invoking object is earlier than date. Returns a positive value if the invoking object is later than date. int compareTo(Object obj) it is same as of compareTo(Date date) provided argument type is of Date otherwise it throws ClassCastException. boolean equals(Object date) return true if invoking date object and argument date object contains same date and time otherwise false. [argument should be of type Date] long getTime( ) returns the milliseconds since midnight of 1 Jan 1970 for the invoking object int hashCode( ) returns hashcode of invoking the object void setTime(long time) initializes the date and time of the invoking object with the argument. String toString( ) Converts the invoking Date object into a string and returns the result.

GETTING CURRENT DATE AND TIME IN JAVA:

In two ways you can have current date and time using Date class

- by retrieving millisecond of the Date object

- by retrieving String of Date object

e.g. import java.util.Date; public class DateDemo { public static void main(String args[]) { // Instantiate an object date of Date class Date date = new Date(); // display time and date using toString() System.out.println(date.toString()); // display millisecond of date using getTime() System.out.println(date.getTime()); } }

COMPARING DATES IN JAVA

Date and time in java can be compared using three approaches

- getting milliseconds of the Date objects and comparing them

- using compareTo(Date date) method of the Date class

- using before(Date date), after(Date date) and equal(Date date) method of the Date class.

Date and Time formatting using SimpleDateFormat:

SimpleDateFormat class is the concrete way to format date. It has a locale-sensitive parsing. It allows formatting date in any user-friendly way.

import java.util.*; import java.text.*; public class DateFormatExample { public static void main(String args[]) { Date dNow = new Date(); SimpleDateFormat ft = new SimpleDateFormat ("E yyyy.MM.dd 'at' hh:mm:ss a zzz"); System.out.println("Current Date: " + ft.format(dNow)); } }

The output of the above program is

Current Date: Sun 20019.07.18 at 04:14:09 PM PDT

SimpleDateFormat FORMATTING CODES:

ASCII letters reserved as pattern letter are as follows:

ASCII LETTER Description Example G Era designator AD y Year in four digits 2019 M Month in year July or 07 d Day in month 10 h Hour in A.M./P.M. (1~12) 12 H Hour in day (0~23) 22 m Minute in hour 30 s Second in minute 55 S Millisecond 1564725881 E Day in week Tuesday D Day in year 365 F Day of week in the month 2 (second Wed. in July) w Week in year 40 W Week in month 1 a A.M./P.M. marker PM k Hour in day (1~24) 24 K Hour in A.M./P.M. (0~11) 10 z Time zone Eastern Standard Time ' Escape for text Delimiter " Single quote `

FORMATTING Date object USING printf()

Note: to avoid passing argument multiple times while formatting using printf, better use "%1$s" where letter after % indicates the index of the argument to be used so to specify the index in printf, the index must follow % and then terminated by $.

- to use the argument in the preceding formatting clause, use < flag.

e.g.

import java.util.Date; public class DateFormattingPrintfExmple { public static void main(String args[]) { // Instantiate a date object of class Date Date date = new Date(); // display formatted time and date using printf System.out.printf("%1$s %2$tB %2$td, %2$tY", "Due date:", date); } }

PARSING STRING IN DATE

SimpleDateFormat class has method parse() which can parse the string according to the format stored in the SimpleDateFormat.

import java.util.*; import java.text.*; public class ParsingStringIntoDateExample { public static void main(String args[]) { SimpleDateFormat sft = new SimpleDateFormat ("yyyy-MM-dd"); //initialize formatter with format String input = "2019-07-11"; System.out.print(input + " Parses as "); Date t; try { t = sft.parse(input); System.out.println(t); } catch (ParseException e) { System.out.println("Unparseable using " + ft); } } }

- lapsed time can be measured by taking the difference of milliseconds of start time and end time.

GregorianCalendar Overview

Apart from using Date() for date and time, GregorianCalendar instance can be used to create the calendar instance. It has various constructors to initialized the Calendar instance. By default, the constructor returns instance initialized with current time and time zone of the user. GregorianCalendar represents two eras AD and BC

Here is the constructor list of GregorianCalendar

Constructor Description GregorianCalendar() Constructs a default GregorianCalendar using the current time in the default time zone with the default locale. GregorianCalendar(int year, int month, int date) Constructs a GregorianCalendar with the given date set in the default time zone with the default locale. GregorianCalendar(int year, int month, int date, int hour, int minute) Constructs a GregorianCalendar with the given date and time set for the default time zone with the default locale. GregorianCalendar(int year, int month, int date, int hour, int minute, int second) Constructs a GregorianCalendar with the given date and time set for the default time zone with the default locale. GregorianCalendar(Locale aLocale) Constructs a GregorianCalendar based on the current time in the default time zone with the given locale. GregorianCalendar(TimeZone zone) Constructs a GregorianCalendar based on the current time in the given time zone with the default locale. GregorianCalendar(TimeZone zone, Locale aLocale) Constructs a GregorianCalendar based on the current time in the given time zone with the given locale.

For more details on GregorianCalendar, please check Oracle Java documentation.

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the-firebird69 · 3 years ago

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topicprinter · 5 years ago

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Hello and happy new 2020 fellow entrepreneurs!!I'm not gonna lie, 2019 was a tough year for me, quite a few things didn't work out as I expected while I wasn't brave enough to face others.However, there are definitely some positive takeaways. Here's a little summary of my 2019's resolutions:📕 Read 28/40 books. Read on 95% of the days!👥 Met 846/1000 people. Met new ppl on 61% of the days!🚀 Grew my indie biz everyday.app from $1.2k/mo to $4.8k/mo. Worked on it 100% of the days!💪 Did 14840 push-ups. Did push-ups on 100% of days.I also and most importantly managed to work on everyday.app every day! Some of the days, the workload was almost irrelevant but still worth it enough for me to feel like I had moved a little bit forward! Worked on everyday.app every day!When it comes to everyday.app, 2019 was definitely a good year. The mobile apps got super polished which earned the iOS app a feature on the AppStore's frontpage of the iOS13 release 12x-ing the traffic for a full month... ah... if only you could just be featured all year long ;DNow that I'm just a few days away from the third anniversary of me writing the first line of the back then called everydayCheck, I've put things in perspective to realize how important the long term game is. It feels like my little daily efforts have kept on compounding to get the app to where it is now. Now, don't get me wrong, I've still got a loooooong way to go, but when I think about how unattainable this situation felt back then, I'm still amazed. My mindset has changed so much with each burnt phase (initial idea, first payment, first renewal, getting featured, experimenting with prices, storytelling...) it's even hard to recognize some of my old journaling writings... ah... that 2017 IndieHackers interview looks from another decade now ;DI think a lot of people give up on ideas too early. Even here on IndieHackers we can see repetitive patterns of ideas (what the hell, for the sake of an example, I'm working on a habit tracker!) and I think in most cases the main differentiator between an idea, a nice side-project and a real business is the amount of long-term invested time. I now realize I could have made solid businesses out of most of my previous sideprojects...My point here is, unless you are really sure you are going nowhere, work on your project everyday.app a little bit, for a very long time.PS: By the way, I decided to start the year launching Everyday 2.0 on ProductHunt so make sure to check it out :)PS2: IndieHackers has definitely played an important role for inspiration and learning to avoid some of our major pitfalls (If you haven't read Rob's post, please stop reading this right now and do it). Organizing the IH Barcelona Meetup with Tair and Domingo has brought a new dimension into indiehackerism for me. It's like satiating the necessity of finding your identity and your bunch all at once! Make sure to join us when you are in town!What's in for 2020?Keep working on the app every day, and hopefully stop sucking and marketing. Got any tips in that regard? I'd love to talk about how would you approach marketing to grow the app :)Thanks for reading!

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featherypromises · 5 years ago

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RP transcription part 6: Ephemeral as a soap bubble

Jungkook leaned forward and rinsed himself in the cool water, he then scrubbed his front and finished by ducking his face towards the water and washing his face. He was starting to get accustomed to the temperature and although it wasn't comfortable, it was effective. He sniffled as water dripped into his eyes from his hair. "Hh-hyung... I... Ek'tiiishhoo! Egghhsshoo!" He sneezed a tickly double into cupped hands.

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Taehyung sniffled, his own nose twitching in sympathy. "Yeah, Kook? Everything okay?"

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Jungkook rubbed at his nose and asked a bit congestedly, "Could you helpb be with my back dnow?" He was starting to feel another tickle form as a single water droplet ran down the long bridge of his nose.

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Taehyung smiled softly and nodded. "Yeah, sure." He got up and started to soap down Jungkook's back, still sniffling. The smell of the soap was making his already irritated nose quiver and twitch.

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Jungkook heard Taehyung's sniffles and wanted to ask if his hyung was alright but his nose chose that moment to object to everything around it. He felt his eyes unfocus, then close in anticipation, he sniffled lightly in an attempt to bring the teasing sensation to a full sneeze. His breath hitched softly,

"Hh... hhheh..." and just as quickly the feeling faded to nothing. Jungkook sniffled and shrugged.

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Taehyung rubbed his nose with his shoulder furiously, unable to use his hands since they were covered in soap.

He smiled softly at Jungkook's struggle. "Smell the soap, it might help you sneeze."

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Jungkook turned slightly, seeing his hyung's hands and understanding. He inhaled deeply, his congestion shifting, he felt something tingling in his sinuses. He reached out with a clean hand and rubbed the tip of Taehyung's nose to help his hyung's own predicament.

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Taehyung's breath instantly started to hitch. He whimpered, not knowing where to guide the sneeze. His eyes fluttered shut and, in a desperate attempt to stop the inevitable, he held his breath and rubbed his nose against his shoulder again.

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Jungkook pressed the crook of his pointer into the space just below Taehyung's nostrils, trying to halt the sneeze(s) progress as it was clear that Taehyung was fighting not to sneeze for some reason. His own tickle buzzed behind his eyes, going nowhere in a hurry.

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Taehyung's breath continued to hitch, but Jungkook's touch helped keep the sneeze at bay. His eyes were bleary with sneezy tears, and they kept twitching along with his nose. It was obvious how desperately he needed to sneeze.

With a hard sniff, he continued to wash Jungkook's back.

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Jungkook smiled at Taehyung who was fighting the growing need to sneeze and he could feel every twitch of that beautiful man's strong straight nose. The small hitching breaths that the older man took, blew gently around his hand. Jungkook blushed, this was crazy... even Taehyung needing to sneeze was cute to him. He fought the urge to kiss the parted lips that took in each staccato breath.

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Taehyung couldn't focus from the tickly feeling that was growing in his nose and touching all his sensitive spots. He whimpered, knowing that if he didn't act fast, he'd be sent into a fit of unforgiving sneezes.

He pulled back and pressed his forearm against his nose. "I-I'm.. hh... g-gonna go w-hh- wash my f-face..." He managed before rushing to the sink.

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Jungkook watched, unable to help his hyung. He finished rinsing off, glancing at Taehyung's desperately sneezy face reflected in the sink's mirror. He had to buy unscented soap for himself in the future, if he didn't want to have Taehyung sneezy and sniffly when they spent more time together.

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Taehyung splashed water on his face and rubbed it furiously, staying at his nose especially.

He sighed and went back to Jungkook. He still needed to sneeze, but the urge wasn't as strong as before.

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"I guess I should think about getting an unscented soap, so I can make sure I won't make you sneeze so much." Jungkook smiled at Taehyung as he spoke and thought to himself, 'and definitely no flowers on the first date'.

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Taehyung let out a breathy laugh. "Should I wash your hair, too?" He offered, already getting more soap on his hands (much to the dismay of his nose (or pleasure, the organ was a teasing, mischievous thing)).

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" It's okay, Hyung, I can manage. I don't want you to be uncomfortable if I can help it." He sniffled, feeling the buzzing sensation behind the bridge of his own nose flare into a tickle that made him scrunch his nose and his nostrils twitch.

'Here we go again...' he thought with some irritation, as his breath began to hitch erratically.

"Hhhh... Hh-Hih... hhh... ughh." The feeling dragged on, leaving him with parted lips, a blank expression and cheeks that were covered in a pink flush of embarrassment. He was sure he looked ridiculous, and he looked that way in front of the one person that he wanted to look his best for.

He almost laughed out loud at the irony of that feeling. He was feverish, only partly washed, germy, and sitting in a bathtub in drenched boxers. What a casanova he was at the moment. He rubbed at his frustrating nose with the side of a loosely held fist.

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Taehyung giggled softly and rinsed his hands in the bath water before gently running his forefinger down Jungkook's nose and pressing the end. He sat back and waited for something to happen while simultaneously rubbing his own nose aggressively, turning it an angry shade of red.

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Jungkook looked at Taehyung in surprise, as the older man touched his nose gently, before his eyes slammed shut. He grabbed the hand that the older man had used to trigger his nose in his own hand and turned slightly away as he hitched, and sneezed violently at the wall of the tub.

"Hhh-Hh-Hh'DTSSHHOOO! ITTSSHOO!" He shook his head trying to clear it and used his free hand to cover the liquid flowing from his nose.

"Hyung, could I have a tissue please? ugh... This is embarrassing."

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Taehyung smiled fondly and nodded. "Yeah." He gave Jungkook a few tissues and sighed. "Those sneezes didn't sound too good..." He mumbled, cocking his head worriedly.

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Jungkook dried one hand on a nearby towel before taking the paper tissues. He wiped his nose, sniffling. His nose was starting to feel a little sore from all the rubbing and sneezing. He smiled, still feeling a little awkward.

"I'll be okay, hyug, I'b just a little congesdted. It probably souded worse thadn it actually was."

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Taehyung sighed. "Yeah, I can tell." He carded his hand through Jungkook's hair and cringed. "Your hair's all sweaty. I should wash it." He got soap on his hands again, ready to lather Jungkook's hair even if the younger protested.

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Jungkook blushed. He felt worse about Taehyung doing so much for him, than he did from his actual cold. He submitted to Taehyung's ministrations meekly, looking down at the soap-clouded water.

At least he didn't feel as chilled now, so he hoped that was a good sign. He sniffled and waited patiently until his hyung finished.

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Admittedly, Taehyung's nose was giving him hell for all he was doing. It burned and tickled, and it got to a point where every other breath he took became a desperate hitch.

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Jungkook flushed, he felt and heard his Hyung's hitching breaths and reaching back, he touched Taehyung's arm gently,

"I can finish rinsing it out. The soap is driving your poor nose crazy, hyung. I can do this much."

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Taehyung shook his head. "I-It's.. hh- fine, K-hh-Kookie. I'll just rinse o-out your.. hh..h-hair and go blow my n-nose.." He managed before giving a hard sniff. It just aggravated his nose further, causing his nostrils to flare. He whimpered and rubbed the already red organ on his shoulder furiously.

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Jungkook bit his lip. He impulsively slipped out of Taehyung's reach and bent his legs so he could lie down in the water and rinsed his head quickly. His hyung had been through enough. His stubbornness was famous but Jungkook was learning slowly that sometimes he would have to follow his gut instinct rather than what Taehyung said regarding his health.

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Taehyung sighed at Jungkook's actions and sniffled thickly. He patiently waited for the younger to come back up and mindlessly rubbed his nose with his knuckles. Bad move. Extremely bad move. He felt the soap on his nose and, for a brief moment, wished there was a way to turn back time.

Then, all hell broke loose.

The soap burned and tickled his sensitive nose. He buried his face into his shoulder, let out a few desperate hitches, and exploded with a few rapid-fire sneezes. "Heh'GHHTSHuh! Ek'KITSSHHuh! Ikkshhuh! ISHHUH!"

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Jungkook resurfaced and pushed his wet wavy hair back. His quickly dried his hands on the towel before grabbing an unused washcloth, wetting it with fresh water from the faucet. He waited until the initial sneezes were over and gently wiped his hyung's face, to remove any soap and to try to ease some of the older man's obvious discomfort.

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Even Jungkook's gentle actions were enough to set Taehyung off again. Without anything else to sneeze into, he grabbed the towel Jungkook used to wipe down his face and held it in front of his mouth and nose.

"Hhh-Hihh-Nnghhh... EhH'DTSHHUH! ITSSHHUH!"

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"Poor hyung," Jungkook cooed softly, reached out and gently rubbed small circles into Taehyung's back. He pulled the plug from the drain letting the soapy water escape down the drain.

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Taehyung sighed. "Ugh, now mby ndose is all blocked..." He mumbled, pouting slightly. He turned to Jungkook and managed a small smile. "Did you brig pyjambas?" He asked, pressing the underside of his wrist to his running, still quivering nose.

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Jungkook nodded, pointing the the pile of clothes on the sink with the old photograph of the two of them hugging and making V's signature v-sign. He reached out to take the towel and began to carefully get up from his seated position.

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Taehyung noticed the photo and got up, going to it with a smile on his face. Nostalgia filled him up, making him warm and fuzzy. "How old is this?" He asked, sniffling thickly.

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"That was the year we debuted... look at the eyeliner..." Jungkook laughed, remembering how hard they had tried to look "cool" in that first year.

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Taehyung laughed as well. "God, we were so crigy... And so skinndy too! But look at how cute you were~" He cooed, pointing.

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Jungkook grinned, his bunny-like smile was still the same even after all this time. He had hated it then, but he had learned to accept it with time. Taehyung didn't know it, but Jungkook had always envied him with his beautiful boxy smile and his intense dreamy eyes. The older man had always been beautiful to him, Jungkook realized with a start, he just hadn't seen his feelings clearly until yesterday. What a dunce he was. It took him so long to reach such an obvious conclusion.

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Taehyung's eyes were glued to little fetus Jungkook in the photo, his eyes glazing over as a fond smile graced his lips. He'd always found Jungkook pretty, and, sure, it had started off as brotherly love. But.. his feelings had grown as he did, and the older Jungkook got, the prettier he became. And, with time, he'd realized that brotherly love had.. changed. Into something a lot more.

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Jungkook steadied himself with the wall and stepped onto the bath mat, wrapping himself in the towel and coming up behind his hyung. He looked at the photo and then at Taehyung, who looked happy but pensive. He wondered what memory was replaying itself through Taehyung's mental theatre.

He rubbed at his nose with his towel covered hand. Maybe someday they could be just as happy in another kind of photo. The mental image of Taehyung at the beach wearing a white suit and holding out a hand to him was such a vivid daydream that he blushed and turned away, lest Taehyung would see his expression.

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Taehyung turned around when Jungkook reached him after a few more moments of being lost in his thoughts. He wrapped a steadying arm around the younger's waist and smiled. "Do you ndeed help chandgig? Should I go get you sombe ndew boxers?" He offered.

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Jungkook frowned, had he forgotten boxers? He had.

Crud.

He rubbed his neck embarrassed, "I'll be fine to change on my own, but if you wouldn't mind getting me a new pair, Hyung, that would be nice..." Jungkook sat down on the toilet seat and began drying off.

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Taehyung nodded and left the room to get the boxers.

On the way to Jungkook's room, he was overcome with a strong wave of dizziness. He gasped and fell with a thud, landing in a somewhat safe position.

Once the world wasn't spinning on it's axis at an abnormally fast rate, Taehyung assessed himself and got up. Nothing hurt apart from his knees, and even they weren't even bruised.

He sighed in relief, got the boxers, and went back to Jungkook.

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Jungkook thanked his hyung, taking the small bundle of cloth, and paused. Was Taehyung more pale now? It was hard to tell with the fair skinned man sometimes.

"Are you okay, you seem... a little pale?" Jungkook studied the other man's face and then rapidly looked the rest of him over, worry overriding his self control.

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Taehyung sighed. "I-I'm fine..." He mumbled, swaying slightly. He leaned against the wall for support and took a deep breath. It probably wasn't normal that the world was spinning again.

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Jungkook swore colorfully and helped Taehyung away from the wall, he felt the man's unsteadiness as he swayed easily towards him.

Deciding a room of porcelain and sharp corners was not the best place for Taehyung right now, Jungkook slipped an arm around Taehyung's back and the other breath his knees, lifting him easily. The towel dropped to the floor unheeded.

Jungkook brought the unwell man back to the bedroom they were sharing for the time being. He pushed the covers away, laying Taehyung down carefully onto his back. He hands freed, the younger man placed a trembling hand on Taehyung's cheek. He swallowed back the rising panic in his chest.

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Taehyung shivered at Jungkook's touch as sweat trickled down his face. He whimpered and screwed his eyes shut. "E-Everything's spinning..." He slurred.

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Jungkook swore again, feeling the fire under the older man's skin. God, this fever just would not let Tae go. Clad only in his still wet boxers, Jungkook reached out and clutched at the thermometer.

"Taehyung?!? Sweetie? Keep this under your tongue for a second... Bunny is going to help, okay?"

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Taehyung hummed and let the thermometer go into his mouth. It beeped after a few seconds and he took it out. 38.8°C.

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Jungkook raced from the room, skidding around the corner, he grabbed a bowl of water, washcloth and fever reducers. He hurried back and covered the feverish man with the comforter up to his chest, leaving his head, neck and arms exposed. He wet the cloth and wrung it out, pressing it against Taehyung's neck and holding the other's hand with his free one, he gave it a comforting squeeze.

"Oh, Tae, I'm so sorry, sweetie."

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Taehyung whimpered and coughed miserably. "Iss' cold... M'all dizzy..."

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"I know, Tae, I know. I'm sorry. Can you take this medicine? Here's water,..." Jungkook lifted Taehyung up and put the tablets in his mouth and tipping a bit of water from his own glass into Taehyung's mouth.

"Swallow them, love, that's it."

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Taehyung swallowed the pills with some difficulty and started to cough again. Despite this, he managed to rasp out, "T-Text Namjoon-hyung... H-He can h-help..." He suggested, rubbing his eyes.

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Jungkook swallowed hard, blinking back tears, as he watched the man he cared about struggle. He smoothed the blankets over Taehyung after the coughing fit had past and touched his forehead to Taehyung's gently.

"Okay," he murmured, "I will."

Straightening,he grabbed his phone off of the desk and rapidly tapped out a text message and hit send.

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Namjoon felt his phone buzz in his pocket and had to excuse himself from the meeting he was in. He took out the device from his pocket, thinking Taehyung was asking for help, but was surprised to see that Jungkook had texted him.

[Joon: kook? whats up, bunny? is everything ok?]

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Jungkook rubbed his eyes roughly, wiping away the wetness that had made harder to see the screen.

"I'm a little better. The bath Hyung gave me helped. His temperature is back up again and I'm not sure what to do. He got dizzy and it's 38.8. I don't know how to help him, Hyung."

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Namjoon sucked in a breath.

[Joon: okay, thats high... is he sweating or is his skin dry?]

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[JK: He is sweating Hyung, a lot, I gave he fever reducers a minute ago and am trying to cool his neck and face with a wet cloth. I put him in bed]

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[Joon: okay, just try to get him to drink every now and then so he doesn't get dehydrated from how much water he's losing. you're doing great, kook]

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Jungkook letting out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding; it came out stuttering and shaky.

[JK: ok... thank you hyung. sorry for this.]

Going back to the bedside, Jungkook stroked Tae's hand lovingly.

"I'm going to go get you some juice, okay? We have to keep you hydrated. Can I get you anything at all besides that?"

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Taehyung shook his head. "No..." He sniffled and shivered. "I'm f-fine..." He sent Jungkook a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, by the way. Y-You don't have to do t-this..."

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Jungkook looked at the sicker man in surprise.

"Don't thank me... your fever spiked because you were helping me. I-I'm going to go grab your j-juice." He turned from Taehyung and stifled a small sneeze, "Hek'Hknt!" and said with a small shiver and a blush, "And then I'm going to grab the dry clothes and get dressed really quick. Here's your phone if you change your mind or if you need help before I get back. "

He made sure Tae's phone was close to him just in case and stood up.

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Taehyung nodded and decided to get some well deserved rest. He got as comfortable as he could under the covers and almost instantly drifted off.

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Jungkook went and got some juice and put it into a bottle with and pull open top so Taehyung could drink without having to sit up everytime. He quietly returned to the sleeping man's side and put the bottle next to him on the nightstand.

He shivered slightly from wet skin meeting cool air, and went to change. He brought the clothes into the bedroom, ducking behind the door and slipped the wet boxers off and getting into fresh ones. He hopped into the pants one leg at a time, and pulled on the t-shirt and the soft familiar hoodie.

Going back over to Taehyung, he wrung out the cloth and trying not to wake the other man he used the cloth to wipe his forehead and neck gently. He went to Tae's bureau and got him out clean underwear and a warm clean pair of pj's so that he could change if he wanted to later. He put those on the nightstand beside the lamp.

He then went over to his side of the bed... When had it become "his" side…? He crawled into bed with Tae and curled up under the blankets his arm around the smaller man.

"Please feel better, Hyung...I-I love you." he whispered.

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Taehyung smiled softly in his sleep, his subconscious somehow understanding. He muttered a small, "Love you too," under his breath, his speech slurred and congested.

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Jungkook sat up so fast he felt a little lightheaded. Or was that just a side effect of what he had just heard come out of Taehyung's mouth. He pressed one hand to his chest as his heart slammed against his ribcage as though it was trying to break loose.

He felt like he had been electrocuted. he forced himself to breathe. His throat tickled and his would begin coughing in a minute, he clamped a hand over his mouth and left the room as quietly as he could. He shut himself in the bathroom, turning on the faucet and exhaust fan to cover the noise.

He coughed and spluttered as his brain tried to wrap itself around the small sentence it had heard. 'Oh geez... okay, Jungkook, breathe... he is feverish and almost delirious. This is just his brain cooking from his temperature.' Yes, that was the logical reason behind this. He sagged against the wall of the bathroom as the coughing dissipated and sank into a crouch.

He knew better than to take the dreaming man seriously, but he had heard the most beautiful words in Tae's sleep and sickness rough voice. He had wanted to hear those words and had wished for that... but he knew that it was only dream nonsense, or the fever, or both.

He stood back up and went to the kitchen, he got himself a glass of water and returned to the bedroom. He crawled back into the bed carefully and laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep now.

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Taehyung scooted closer to the maknae and hummed softly. He wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist and buried his burning head into the younger's neck.

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Jungkook tensed for a moment then registered that Tae was still asleep. He slipped his arm under the older man and embraced him. He could feel the feverish heat arcing off of Taehyung's face and pulled him protectively closer. He would probably be better able to cope with these emotions if he slept. He wrapped his mind comfortably in the here and now. Tae was in his arms, so something was right with the world. He drifted into a light sleep dreaming of happy possibilities.

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