#Adam Ripp

[moviesandmania]

DEVIL'S WHISPER Reviews and free online

‘Faith is not enough’ Devil’s Whisper is a 2017 American supernatural horror film about a teenage boy who aspires to be a priest. But he’s tormented by a demon bent on possessing him. Will his faith be enough to save his soul? The movie was produced and directed by Adam Ripp from a screenplay by Oliver Robins (Celebrity Crush; child actor in original Poltergeist and sequel) and Paul Todisco,…

[xxwithlovefromfaexx]

Turn the doorknob

You couldn't take it. Gripping the doorknob, you turned it slowly, the whites of your knuckles showing as you watched Adam's reaction like a hawk.

No sudden movements. Nothing but those eyes. Those eyes of guilt. Of hurt.

Those eyes had fooled you once, driving down a highway, alone and defenseless, you reminded yourself. You had other shit to deal with in life right now then some guy who tried to kill you in your house and in your space. 

Like your groceries, that were still lying on the ground, waiting to be unpacked.

"I can't do this tonight. Whatever you think this is? Where you think it's going?? It's not ending the way you want it too," You stumbled out, taking a step back with the door to show Adam the open hallway. He stared straight through, unblinking. You sighed at his undeterred stance. Why can’t he just leave you alone?

"I might forgive you,” You glanced at him, and you wished you hadn’t. The determined glint in his eyes sent a shiver straight down your spine. He took a step closer to where you stood at the door.

Ugh, you wanna punch him so bad. You doubt you’d get close to leaving a mark.

“Might," You snapped at him. He was closer now, closer than you’d like him to be right now. You were weak for him, sure. Like hell were you going to let him get any closer then he already was; this was your resolve. If he was an unstoppable force in your life, you’d be an immoveable object. 

You had a feeling if you kept feeding into him you’d end up with worse than just a stab wound on your hands. 

You watched his shoulders as they tensed at your words, but said nothing. Just walked out and left you to your peace. As soon as he walked out from the doorframe, you let your thoughts spill from your lips, in a hushed voice only you and him were meant to hear.

"But what makes you think I'll ever forget it?"

Slamming that door shut felt like a mini victory for you. Like through it all, you still had some of your wits left. Even after you confessed to him. That you loved him. Even though you never once dismissed your feelings while he was there. 

You walked over to the couch Adam was lying on and flopped down on it, staring holes into the night groceries that waited for your unpacking. You grabbed a pillow and let yourself yell and cry your frustrations into it, the tears and snot muffling into an ugly mess on the fabric. You’d really done it now.

You knew this, because Adam doesn’t lie.

He wasn't ever going to let you go.

If it truly was love, if that's what was tearing your insides apart like this then...

You hoped you'd never feel this way again.

[redlenai]

... The Grunt family is basically the Winchester family

Buzz = John (Dead wife, hating the supernatural/spectre, very obsessed with the one he thinks killed his wife) Tank = Dean (Following dad's steps, very into the hunting/military, looking for dad's approval) Ripp = Sam (Bad relationship with dad, want out, the hairdo. Friends first with one of the species they had to hate/kill) Buck = Adam (The ignored one)

[devil-in-hiding]

Reader is a single mum who moves into a house in the middle of nowhere. She lives on the ground level and the upstairs is supposed to be practically derelict and abandoned.

She does well to keep her kid away from it because you can never be to careful you don't know but somehow the little girl always manages to get into shenanigans...

One time you find her talking to the empty balcony that connected to the floor above, asking if they 'liked her new doll'(which you dont remember getting for her but I guess you just forgot?). You usher your daughter inside.

You daughter had also told you about how she got lost after waking up from a nightmare and her dolly (creepy fucking thing) told her to go into the little door. When you went to see the little door with her you were surprised you hadn't noticed the thing before but when you opened it up it was filled in with some kind of insulation.

Of course the little girl was adamant that shed went through and found a magical world where Mr Johnny and Mr Price and Blah blah blah soemthing soemthing Mr Ghost couldn't sleep without a bedtime story, honestly at that point you'd stopped listening. You were slightly worried of course and so decided to camp out the door through an old baby monitor you hadn't thrown away.

That night you see your daughter clutching her doll and some cans from your kitchen cupboard, opening the door before a muscular hand gripped hers gently and pulled her through somehow. You freak the fuck out, jump out of your bed and rush to the door where you find it closed, upon opening it you ripp our the insulation to find it had been hazardly placed there. Crawling through took you to a thin staircase leading to the apartment above where.

You start wailing and screaming as you burst into the upper floor trying to be intimidating only to find your daughter holding a picture book that went missing a little while ago and sat on the floor next to a man with a Mohawk and a man with a weird mask. Two other men were huddled in the corner opening the tins with a broken tin opener.

One of them jumps up from next to your daughter and stands infront of her protectivley "now, I get this looks bad..."

Is all he gets in before your screaming again.

Now I thought about thsi for a while and am still thinking about it so you might get a better one some point soon but I like the idea of them having to rely on this like 5 year old to bring them food and read them a story every night because they're hiding lol

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THIS IS AMAZING?!

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"Urgh, my head. Where the hell am I?"

Theo looked around anxiously at his surroundings, but didn't recognize a single landmark. He was in a desert, he could tell that much. Probably not Arkhelios though. Anyone could see the Bellamy house from far away and it was nowhere to be found. The last thing Theo could remember had been saying goodnight to Adam and climbing into bed for the night. There weren't any memories of leaving school or arriving at any desert. This had to be a dream of some kind.

"It is a dream of sorts," a loud, somewhat familiar voice called out. "I could send you through the actual waves of time, but not as far and not as fast. Even magic has its limitations and I'd rather not fight through the currents of the Ocean unless I have to. Very few warlocks are permitted to physically cross the boundaries of time."

"You-you're that Maricourt that visited me before," Theo said, holding his throbbing head. "Evren's friend. Rio something."

"Master Reogus," the warlock corrected. "I'm one of the last Guardians of Time, and yes, a dear friend of Master Thorne. I wanted you to see something, little demon. To understand the future, one must understand the past."

"Wait, my voice is different and and hands are bigger!" Theo gasped, running his hands over himself to find that his body had changed quite a bit. While he couldn't see his reflection, he could feel the heavy weight of demon horns on his head and could feel the difference in his overall size. "I'm an adult? Is this a trick? This has to be a trick!"

Reogus smiled.

"The waves of time are fluid," he replied cryptically. "Sometimes the only method of navigating them is to change your vessel. As I've just stated, you are unable to flow with the waves to the past, only to my recreations. It it still incredibly taxing, and your natural form will adapt to the currents. The change is not permanent."

Theo audibly sighed with relief. Trying to explain to his teenage boyfriend why he had an adult body would have been a nightmare. His father would have had yet another breakdown too.

"Where are we? Why do you think I need to see something in the past? Can I call Evren?"

"We're in Strangetown," Reogus answered, ignoring all other questions. "Before its destruction. Around the year 125 or so, when times were peaceful. This family should be of interest to you."

Theo squinted against the harsh sun to try to get a better look, but he didn't know what to look for. Just because he had an adult body didn't mean that his brain had changed too.

"There's some kids hanging out in their yard. Big deal," he stated. For all the effort the warlock was supposedly going through, his presentation was awfully boring.

"That is Ripp Grunt," Reogus said sternly. "The survivor. The leader of Strangetown through the darkness. Do you not still study history in our academy?"

"Strangetown history is an elective and Adam didn't want to take it," Theo replied. "We live in Pleasantview after all."

If Theo didn't know better, he could have sworn that the ancient warlock groaned beside him.

"The Pleasantview council fought wars against insurgents who were aided by the supernatural. Those blessed with the gifts of Life fought against the darkness. The old monarch of Pleasantview fell and the demons cemented their hold on the country."

"Yeah, Life still messes around with the living," Theo said. "There's a poster in our living area with their various disguises and a number to call. They seem pretty nice though. They killed my grandma to save me and my dad."

"No, this is the old way," Reogus corrected the teen. "Lukas doesn't manifest as Life until 137."

Theo raised a skeptical eyebrow at the warlock.

"That doesn't make any sense. There's always been a deity of life to match the deity of death. It's basic magical theory. Light and dark, death and life helps bind spells and makes magic possible."

"Well, I'm glad they still teach you something in school. You may still want to think about taking more electives, child. There once was a being of Life created together with Death. Life grew greedy over the years and fell away from his purpose. As punishment, the Ocean swallowed him and his followers in its deepest, coldest depths, creating the Void as you know it and all of its demons. For a time, Death reigned alone and it was a dark time indeed."

"Young Ripp lost everything. His family, his friends, his home. For reasons that none of us mortals know, Strangetown was nearly destroyed by the newly forged demons and Pleasantview. Their entire way of life was completely destroyed in the aftermath. Limited technology, and no electricity grids to support them. The people turned to magic and their own communities to survive. If Death had destroyed their lives, the people began to call to Him in rituals to ease their suffering."

"And Ripp Grunt was there, holding the country together. The Spectors, the Smiths, they all rallied around his leadership and the old ways were born."

"The old ways?" Theo repeated, still in shock at the images before him. "Are they magic? Are they in my textbook?"

Theo watched the man before him bow before a flame, whispering a strange language rhythmically to himself. Ripp took a dagger from his side and released a small amount of blood onto some runes, something that looked very familiar to Theo.

"Oh! I know that one!" he exclaimed excitedly. "That's a spell for protection! That was on my exam last semester. This is when people practiced blood magic? This is awesome! People who actually use the same kind of magic that I do!"

"But Death was unbalanced during this time," Reogus said coldly. If Theo had to guess, this guy must have been a teacher at his school when he was alive. He talked like a teacher. "The Great Demons rose along with their blood demon brethren. The council in Pleasantview increased their attacks. It was a time of great suffering. The current Grim Reaper was born during this time. He watched the death toll rise as his father collected the many lost souls with clinical precision."

"Why are you showing me all of this?" Theo demanded. This all sounded like it was getting to the point this strange warlock wanted to make, but Theo wasn't liking the somber change in his voice or the broken look in the young Grim Reaper's eyes. "What's the point? I'll take Strangetown history 101 if that's what you want."

"You are coming of age, child," the warlock said kindly, as if he could sense Theo's discomfort. "To know the past is to know the future. To know your past is to know your future."

"No offense, but this isn't my past. This was millennia ago, I'm fourteen."

"It is the origin of your people," Reogus continued. "It is the origin of your kind. As you said, these are the people who are doing the type of magic that is in your textbooks. As you grow older, you will come into your true power. You need to see what that looks like."

"Um, I'm good now," Theo protested. "If I could just wake up from whatever dream this is, I promise that I'll take the history course. There's a lot of fire and death and creepy things here that probably look better in a history textbook."

"No, you must look closer."

Theo's stomach felt like it was being torn from his body as the warlock manipulated their reality, sending wave after wave of energy through him. A shimmering blue light enveloped him, shielding him as his entire person succumbed to the rhythm of the waves of time.

When he could open his eyes again, Theo found himself in a graveyard in the dark of night. He wasn't normally worried by gravestones, but something felt off about this place. The energy was dark and unfriendly.

When Theo moved to take a step forward, he nearly tripped. His legs were suddenly much shorter than he was used to. A quick look at his hands confirmed the change. He was no longer an adult, but still not a teenager. Had he really been this short as a child? He didn't remember the world looking this small.

"See, young apprentice, this is the result of unbalance. This is the price of an unchecked structure for your kind."

Theo stared in the direction Reogus was pointing and saw two men huddled together in the ruins of a graveyard.

"That's the Grim Reaper again," Theo noted. "At least that's who he is in my time. Victoriana says that her grandparents adore him, that he's this nice, compassionate boss who lets them get away with whatever they want."

"Well, saddled with an embarrassing name, and neglected by any parental figures will sometimes do that to a person," Reogus acknowledged. "He has lived in Strangetown for millenia and protected it as best as he could the entire time. There are limits to the abilities of reapers, though. They cannot change the flow of history unless it is their destiny or if the change has been approved by an appropriate deity. This younger Gee is still in his first lifetime, trying to protect the man he loves from his father. Without Life to balance him, Death was overpowered. All the killing that the demons did went unchallenged. Many people may have died before their time and in large quantities. All of the first Life’s powers went with the demons when he fell. Life's powers were not meant to be used for evil. The Great and blood demons were powerful beyond measure because of this. When the powers of Life are used as a weapon, people suffer. Devastating amounts of lives were lost."

"Yeah, I get it," Theo snapped, starting to realize that this whole mystical trip was really just an excuse for another adult to scold him and make him feel badly about his powers. "Murder is bad, I know."

"Father! Sir! Stop this! We can't keep letting this happen!"

Theo watched as Gee Spector pleaded with Death on behalf of the living. For all of Gee's angry words, Death seemed to be unmoved.

"Father, this can't keep happening. Ben says that they don't have the resources to survive past six months at the food dispersal center. We need to call for help. You knew Life, can't you talk to him about the demons? Why isn't the Ocean stopping this?"

"Life won't listen to me, he never has," Death replied stiffly. "All I can do is my job. It's all for the Ocean to sort out and it is too weak at the moment. I must do my duty and my duty only. I'm sorry that you've developed an attachment to the living. It's unfortunate that they suffer, but it's not my duty to deal with it."

Theo saw Gee's hands tighten into angry fists, but the reaper said nothing. The being in front of him barely looked like he cared for his son and seemed to actively despise the living humans. Theo had never thought of the current Life deity as anything other than a pest who liked to meddle in the affairs of the living, but clearly, they had changed Death for the better over the centuries.

Theo watched what he assumed was the burning energy of fallen souls dispense out of Death’s hands into the air.

"It gets better here, though, right?" he asked his magical tour guide. "Strangetown had enough food to survive? Somehow the Life deity was replaced and things got better?"

Reogus shrugged, happy to finally have the young student's attention.

"Well, since you declined the opportunity to study Strangetown history in school, I guess we'll just have to see what happens next."

[borispfeiffer]

Sirenen über Berlin

// von Boris Pfeiffer // An diesen Mittag schrecke ich aus der Arbeit - Sirenen gellen über die Stadt. Es ist ein traumatischer Klang. Ich denke sofort an den Krieg in der Ukaine, an Bomben, an Fliegeralarm. Die Sirenen gehen durch Mark und Bein, tief in die Psyche. Ich sehe in den Himmel, ein grauer Wintertag, darüber hinaus nichts. Ich sehe ins Internet. Bei Sirenenalarm wird die Bevölkerung aufgerufen, das Radio einzuschalten. Ich schalte das Radio ein. Ein Reporter berichtet live von der Demonstration der Landwirte. Ich höre, von dort kommen die Sirenen. Es ist nicht eine, es sind einige, es sind viele. Und sie sind quer durch die Stadt zu hören. Ich habe in Tageszeitungen und im Radio viele Berichte gehört und gelesen, die auf die seit Jahren schwieriger werdende Lage der Landwirte hinweisen und sie teilnahmsvoll erläutern. Vieles hat mir eingeleuchtet. Aber ich habe auch die Fotos der Galgenplakate gesehen und bin Zeuge des unverantwortlichen Auftritts gegen Robert Habeck geworden. Ich weiß auch: "Die AfD will den Bauernprotest für sich nutzen – und fordert für die Landwirte hohe Subventionen. Doch im Parteiprogramm lehnt sie derlei Staatseingriffe entschieden ab." (zum Beispiel zu lesen in Zeit-Online vom 14.1.2024) Und ich weiß durch die aufschlussreichen Recherchen von Correktiv, dass es eine rechtradikale extremistische Strömung gegen unsere Demokratie gibt, deren Ziel unter anderem darin besteht, das Land und die Menschen zu verunsichern und die von uns errungene Demokratie zu vernichten. Jedem Landwirt, der bei seinem Protest eine Sirene eingesetzt hat, muss ich ohne wenn und aber vorwerfen, einen eklatanten Fehler begangen zu haben, der die Protestaktion bei mir genauso so viel Sympathie gekostet hat wie bei vielen Bügerinnen und Bürgern die Aktionen der so betitelten Klimakleber. Eine Warnsirene hat auf einer Demonstration nichts zu suchen. Der Einsatz einer Sirene ist durch nichts gerechtfertigt. Nicht umsonst hat das Landratsamt Mittelsachen am 07.01.2024 bekanntgemacht: "Für den Zeitraum vom 08.01.2024, 00:00 Uhr bis 15.01.2024, 24:00 Uhr werden für die Durchführung von Versammlungen, welche die Thematik „Bauernproteste“ oder „Generalstreik“ betreffen, folgende Beschränkungen erlassen: (...) Das Abspielen von Sirenentönen ist untersagt." Und als Berliner füge ich hinzu: Berlin das hättest du auch schaffen können. Der Verlag Akademie der Abenteuer wurde Ende 2020 gegründet, um in diesem Kinderbücher neu aufzulegen und Bücher in die Welt zu bringen, die es sonst vielleicht nicht gegeben hätte. Seitdem sind über 50 Bücher von mehr als 20 Autorinnen und Autoren aus vielen Teilen der Welt erschienen – und die Reise geht weiter. Alle Bücher des Verlags lassen sich finden im Überblick. Boris Pfeiffer ist einer der meistgelesenen Kinderbuchautoren Deutschlands (er schreibt z.B. die ‚Drei ??? Kids‘, von ihm stammen ‚Celfie und die Unvollkommenen‘, ‚Die Unsichtbar-Affen oder ‚Das wilde Pack‘) Er ist der Gründer des Verlags Akademie der Abenteuer. Zuletzt erschienen dort zusammen mit der in Australien lebenden Malerin Michèle Meister die Gedicht- und Bildbände für Erwachsene „Nicht aus Adams Rippe“ und „Mitten im Leben“. Bei HarperCollins erschien seine hochgelobte Kinderbuchreihe SURVIVORS. und Ende letzten Jahres der Roman „Erde, Wasser, Feuer, Sturm – Zum Überleben brauchst du alle Sinne“, der in der Süddeutschen Zeitung als eines der zehn besten Kinderbücher des Jahres gelobt wird. Im Kosmos Verlag schreibt Boris Pfeiffer regelmäßig mit großer Freude neue Bände der Die drei ??? Kids für die jüngeren Leserinnen und Leser. Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

[deadpetsparky]

Post-Episode: Die Kälte der Erde, Pre-Slash, Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Hopeful Ending, Niemand stirbt!, 3K Wordcount

Leo schmeißt die Tasche voll Geld in den Kies und als Adam zu ihm aufsieht, das Gesicht voll Blut und jede Rippe schmerzhaft am Knarzen und Ächzen von Alinas Schlägen, ist da etwas in Leos Augen was man wohl ein Ende nennt.

Adam sitzt am Abgrund, wortwörtlich, und trifft schon die zweite Artgenossin an einem Tag, ist er nicht fucking lucky?

 Diese Fanfic behandelt das Thema Suizid und Depressionen. Please be careful!

[fatsamsgrandslamspeakeasy]

These are the pieces of shit Adams has working for NYers!!!!! Let's see if he does the right thing and puts this sister on the unemployment line....

[buttercupkg66]

NYC staffer paid to promote diversity caught ripping down Israel hostage poster, allegedly assaulting person filming it

An Adams administration staffer whose mission includes fostering “unity” and bridging “cultural divides,” is under fire for ripping down an Israeli hostage poster — and then allegedly assaulting an outraged eyewitness.

Nallah Sutherland, a special event coordinator for the Mayor’s Office of Special Projects and Community Events, was spotted earlier this month tearing down the poster from an Upper East Side light pole, ripping it up and dumping it in a trash bin, according to video posted online by the nonprofit StopAntisemetism.

[korrektheiten]

Lilith erwacht

Manova: »Ob wir an die Geschichte mit der Rippe glauben oder nicht: Unser Frauenbild ist von Eva geprägt, der Frau, die ihrem Manne untertan ist und die ihre Kinder unter Schmerzen gebiert. Doch dem Mythos nach war Eva nicht die erste Frau Adams. Vor ihr gab es Lilith. Sie ist uns vor allem als düstere Dämonin bekannt, als Männerverführerin und Kindesmörderin, als Verkörperung des weiblichen Bösen. Ihr schlechter Ruf war der Preis dafür, dass sie sich keinem Mann und keinem Gott untergeordnet hat. Wer sich mit ihr beschäftigt, spürt, welch unbändige Kraft hier darauf wartet, wieder zum Zuge zu kommen. http://dlvr.it/TFyl0C «

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

Someone answred this with:

Which I am not suprised about ... this is the "how dare you say we piss on the poor webside"

But O.K.

Let's brake that down

Statement

I personally agree

Sex scenes are very rarely necessary

Of the top of my head, after decades, there is one scene where I feel like it was arguably necessary to have the audinece SEE two people go at it

Ceirse Lanister and her brother

We the audience need to see what Bran saw, so we understand

Why Ceirse and her brother are so twichy

Why Jaimy hangs around the unconcious bran

Why bran fell in teh first place

Why he is so quick to assure everyone that he has no idee why he fell

...

TV is a visuall medium and this is easier the having Jamie and Cersei talk about it, espeshially considering how unsafe that would be.

Could it have been handled different?

Yes

But I give this one a pass.

Assurance that it is fine to have a pointless sex scene

Unlike the Hays code who is very adamant about not having sex scenes that are not essential to the plot

Emphasize not on the "no sex scene" but on how rediculous it is to justefy your little horny treat by saying it is "important to the story"

If you want a bit of pointless sex, do that, but then just own it, put on your big boy pants and comit (something any 12 year old on ao3 can do ... like we have a word for that pwp ... just say you wrote a sex scene becasue you felt like it ... there ... show some spine ... no one here is saying you can't -- ripp of that final fig leafe of acceptability politic and just go hog wild.)

Take black shadows

It's very important that Barnabas and Aggelic DID have sex

It is not important that we the audience SEE them going at it

And it's fien to have them yell about it. It's a soap opera everyone is constatly talking about secrets in the most public places ...

[wortzentriert]

Lasst uns unsere Aufmerksamkeit auf das Gesetz der Monogamie lenken. Die Schöpfung der Menschheit schreibt dies fest. Es ist klar, dass Gott dieses Muster andauernd festgelegt hat. Denn als er Adam geschaffen hatte und voraussah, dass er eine Gehilfin brauchte, machte er nur eine aus seiner eigenen Rippe. Nur eine Frau schuf er für den Mann. - Tertullian von Karthago 220 A.D.

[downtownjaykaboom23]

Adams Ripps going crazy