#Elefant 6

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8/11/23.

I would not really call Candy Claws shoegaze. Many of the reviews mentioned this - yes the vocals sound shoegazy, but the music isn't anywhere close.

"Ceres & Calypso in the Deep Time was the 4th album from this Fort Collins, Colorado band. Members of the band later formed Sound of Ceres (Joyful Noise Recordings) with members of The Apples in Stereo and The Drums.

This album is a concept album developed with the help of poet Jenn Morea. The album tells the story of a white seal named Ceres and a little girl named Calypso traveling through the Mesozoic Era. The music does give one the sense of a wondrous world and story. To me the music does recall the work of any number of Elefant 6 bands (i.e. Of Montreal or The Apples in Stereo) and MGMT.

This is a 10-year anniversary release and comes with a bonus CD. It is being reissued by the original label - Twosyllable Records.

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Honestly, I know you like to keep a mystery

It’s been one week since you looked at me

You should be grateful

Balls hanging low

Do you ever yearn to go

Lucky lucky girl

It’s all right

I’ve been talking to the walls again

You tell those stories to me

I think I need to take a breath

put your Spotify on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first ten twenty songs. Post the poem that results.

thx for tagging me @thewitchofinysca <3

this is gonna be far from a poem lol had to go to yt cuz spotify was just ayo young money lol

in my heart there's a hole I wanna be king in your story early this morning I heard you're back in town I can't believe we're finally alone telling myself I won't go there I ain't a killa but don't push me cross my heart hope to die insane, inside, the danger gets me high We'll never get free, lamb to the slaughter

no pressure tags: @moonytoastandbowie @jaylienpotter

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Dead Main Course. 6 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

On his second visit to the Morningstar residency, despite the limited range of vision he got from the windows, he felt like knew the place as well as if he himself lived on it. Lucifer recieved him with an apron already tied around the waist and a grin on his face, more than happy to help create his own bribe.

Alastor of course knew how to make all the options. But if there was an mistake to be made, he would not pass the chance to make it. Enough to justify the requiring of help from an expert, but still believable from someone who was no begginer in a kitchen. He pretended to forget the name of certain techniques or steps, to then have Lucifer appear to save the day as he saw fit.

That naturally meant that Lucifer was the one to do most of the job for their first attempt. But Alastor did the whole show of paying attention and taking mental notes to apply on the next, to varying intentional level of success. While waiting the chocolate to cool down or melt, Lucifer distributed tasks for both of them to do so it was more efficient. Alastor gave him just the right amount of stubborn so his alleged ignorance was all the more easy to take in. Only a fool who knew what he was doing would follow without arguing, and Alastor was no fool.

On the moment where their hands were less busy, Lucifer made a coffee for Alastor and tea for himself. When they finished with all, and if his kitchen was still not blowing out in flames, there was a bottle of wine with their names on it they could get in.

"You like it simple, right? No sugar or anything?" asked Lucifer to make sure.

Alastor tried not to let the thought of Lucifer paying attention to his preferences to affect his heart beat. And then he failed the moment he saw at the face of the man waiting for his response. It was insutingly easy to see why anyone ever saw Lucifer and thought he was a good fit for the runway. Even the strands of hair that escaped the pulled back style of Lucifer were aesthetically pleasing, standing out in their own. It made him want to brush them back with his finger and let his touch linger the rest of his temple.

"That is right. Appreciated." Alastor took the still hot mug and the burn in his tongue was welcomed, waking him up from those nonsense ideas. "I think I am starting to get the hang of this sweet side."

"I knew you had it in you, buddy." Lucifer chuckled and threw a glance to his phone, slighty taken aback at the time. "I am actually surprised we are going as well as we are. I guess there is a reason why we already work so well at the restaurant."

Alastor hummed pensatively, looking at the occupied space on the kitchen counter. The kitchen of Lucifer had nothing of reproach to serve two men living together, and even some experimentation on the side, but it wasn't exactly the most spacious to try out an entire menu in one setting. They had bumped shoulders and elbows way too many times. The proximity by itself was not an issue, if not because he could see how tense Lucifer got each time and that made him uncomfortably aware of the air between skin and skin, like a whole elefant and the entire zafari had manifested and they both turned away from it.

He had already catalogued inside his mind the deodorant that Lucifer wore and the smell of his sweat creeping in. The fact that he took a shower before Alastor came in. How his arms looked with the sleeves rolled up. The space between the buttons over his chest revealing a portion of chest where he had to imagine his knife would fit in nicely.

"We could probably work better there too" commented Alastor. "Maybe I demanded too much of your kitchen. Mine is even worse than this."

He just say it to make conversation or to see Lucifer vehemently defend the honor of his space, about how it was absolutely perfect for everything they could need and he needed to get over himself. But right at that moment the door to the department opened up and Joseph Morningstar passed them by on his way to his office, making a gesture to everything. He didn't bother to greet his son or his employee.

"What the hell is this?"

Alastor waited a beat to see if Lucifer was going to respond. Since he didn't, as if frozen in place, he turned to the man with his most polite smile.

"Lucifer is helping me out define a menu for a catering job, sir. We will clean up everything as soon we are done."

"Ah." Joseph nodded with a slight frown. He had already lost interest on the conversation. "Make sure you do that, Luci," added and continued on his way, without waiting a response.

Another second of silence passed. Despite the turn on oven, it was suddenly so cold in the room. Lucifer cleared his throat.

"We should actually do that," he determined. "Change the scenary, I mean."

And so they did.

Whenever their coworkers had gone out for the night, Lucifer slipped some money in the pocket of the security guard hired for the night and Alastor took out the ingredients he had brought himself when his shift started. Ideally they weren't going to take anything out of the supplies of the restaurant itself, but if somehow they were in need of something specific they were already sure neither was going to be a snitch.

The ambient was already notoriously different, not just in terms of dimension. Despite technically extending their own work hours, neither of them was tired. Their feet and hands moved as easily and free like it was merely the start of their shifts. Just like it happened during business hours, if they found themselves brushing each other there was no issue whatsoever. They were both in their own environment, comfortable enough that Alastor noticed that, if anything, they were touching a lot more than what they would during work.

He wasn't looking for it. At least he didn't thought he was. But if they were passing each other, a hand on the lower back to warn Lucifer made all of the sense of the world. And if Alastor hooked a hand on his shoulder to look closer to what he was doing, his chest almost relying against his arm, it was only so he could sell better the impression that he was learning that new information.

Likewise, when Lucifer stood close to him, so close that they were pulses were meeting, it was to keep an eye on what he was doing and help out if necessary.

Alastor ended up picking up on the cologne he was using. The one with a blue bottle that he had seen through the window. Lucifer didn't use it much, but he wasn't about to complain. It suited him, a earthly subtle essence that felt as a caress just as much as the one he gave him between his shoulder blades as soon he finished speaking. It was his impression or the heart of Lucifer was beating through his shirt and into his own skin? That strong healthy heartbeat pumping a most delicious blood that would make even the sweetest treat delectable. Drawing perfect red lines over pale skin, over a well sculpted set of abs, a muscular chest begging to being bite into.

It was always warmth in the kitchen. Even there was less people than usual, that didn't stopped being truth. Alastor found himself reaching for a glass of water to gulp down as soon he put the last item in the oven to finish it off for the night. If everything came out okay with it (and he knew it was), then Lucifer would have less reason to help him out. But his presence was making it difficult to concentrate on pretend he didn't knew exactly what he was doing, making him reveal just how competent he actually was.

Lucifer, however, did not call out his bluff. Instead, he practically went skipping over the floor to the freezer and took out another one of their creations. A small dessert that required some chocolate sculpting, drizzle on top and a ball of handmade ice cream.

"Let's try this one first!" said the man, his eyes sparkling like a kid getting to enjoy a treat. "Oh, I bet it tastes fucking awesome. You are going to kill it on the party, Al."

"I told you, I don't have a sweet tooth. You can enjoy it and tell me your veredict."

"You are going to have to make an exception tonight, buddy" insisted Lucifer, taking out two spoon from a drawer and then his hand. Alastor was absolutely powerless to resist as Lucifer dragged him to the eating area, quickly putting down chair off a table. To finalize, he agitated a napkin in the air like an expert matador and folded it over his arm, before making a dramatic gesture towards one of the chair. "Come on, don't reject free food when is given to you" said with a smirk. "Sweets always taste better in good company."

"Technically, I paid for that dessert" couldn't help to point out Alastor. "All the ingredients are mine, remember?"

Lucifer gave him a wide smile.

"Sat your ass down, Al" said, fluttering his eyelashes and maybe it was that, the fact that was still the son of the boss, or that Lucifer looked genuinely hopeful for them to have that dish, Alastor let out a dramatic sigh and sat down. Lucifer squealed and sat down on the other chair, wood squaking against the floor when he dragged even closer to his side. Their knees brushed against each other. They weren't in the kitchen, but it was suddenly so hot that it was amazing that the dessert haven't melted when Lucifer into it and offered him the first bite. "You can't be a good chef if you aren't willing to taste what you make. Cooking 101, come on."

"If that is going to get you to shut up."

Alastor let the spoon of Lucifer into this mouth and felt the chocolate melting against his tongue, letting the rest of the flavors come behind to fill the rest of his mouth. The texture was soft and creamy. Alastor tried to list all the ingredients and flavors in his mind, but it was like his brain refused to work properly right at that moment. Regardless of whatever it was made of, it was the most perfect delicious sweet that Alastor had in his entire life.

The eyes of Lucifer crinkled with genuine joy.

"So, how it is it? Take in mind that if you praise it, you are praising yourself and my teaching skills, so you can only win here" warned with a nod.

Oh, but Lucifer was waiting for his praise and how much Alastor enjoyed not giving people what they wanted. Especially him.

"It was fine" said with a shrug and let out a chuckle when Lucifer pouted. A man of his age had no right to look so endearing with such childish gestures. "Maybe a little more than fine, I suppose" conceded with an eye roll, as if he wasn't following the lighting up that spread all over Lucifer's face like oil set ablaze.

Lucifer took a quick bite for himself, without bothering to change the spoon. Alastor wanted to look away, but his eyes refused to look away from the way that Lucifer liked the metal to get at every bit of the dish he could.

"Fuck me, this is so good" hummed Lucifer happily, moving side to side in his chair. As his did, his knee dig a little more on Alastor's leg. So much that Alastor instinctively reached out his hand to grab it. Lucifer came out of his trance. Looked at his hand, the position they were in and a small portion of pink revived on his cheek. "Uuh, sorry, man," offered with a sheepish grin. "I didn't realize I was getting in your space."

"I told you, I don't mind coming from friends." Alastor shook his head briefly. Why he had put his hand there at all? Why was it costing so much to open up and let go.

The second he started to pull away, however, Lucifer lowered him again by placing his own on top. Alastor could still pull away if he really wanted to, there was no real pressure to fight against. And yet, he was irrevocably trapped with no way out.

"Can I… tell you something stupid?" said Lucifer, his brown eyes avoiding him. Alastor had free reign then to look back at him. He could swear he was hearing Lucifer's heartbeat in his own ear.

"Wouldn't be the first time." Alastor felt himself inclined towards him, as if pulled down by a rope, to share a secret that he just needed to listen or lose it forever.

"Dick." Lucifer let out a nervous chuckle. Somehow their head were about to clash, like two meteors in space. The impact was not going to be good for either, but Alastor could never resist a good trainwrech. "I was going to say… I don't think I want us to be friends."

"Oh." Alastor straightened up, pulling his hand back. He had been stabbed before, some meals refused to die down without giving a good fight, but never quite like this. There was no drop of blood for this one. "I see. Thanks for the honesty, at least."

"That is not…!" Lucifer groaned as he rubbed his temple, almost hiding behind his hand. "Are you really going to make me say it?"

"Say what?"

Alastor was legitimately confused and maybe more than a little irritated. He was the one who was getting rejected there. What had Lucifer to be mad about now?

Lucifer sighed through his nose and looked up to the ceiling for a second. The fluffy clouds that lead up to the golden gates surrounded by chubby, almost naked angel with ribbons of soft blue strategically covering their parts to not make it indecent. Alastor still thought it was indecent. But as Lucifer lowered his gaze back to him, there was a naked pained determination that made when Lucifer reached to hold his head almost secondary. He had never seen that kind of expression on him before. He wasn't sure that he liked it. Despite it all, his hands were so gentle. The gentle touch of his thumb over his cheekbone made Alastor feel more present than anything had done before. Maybe only just his killings as an exception.

"I meant I want to do other things with you that friends don't do normally" said Lucifer. Although his voice was firm, Alastor could hear the voice struggling to pour out from his throat. Lucifer licked his lips, his chest rising as he asked: "Can I kiss you?"

"Please do."

Luckily for him, Lucifer did not let him dwell on the shock of those words coming out of him. Luckily for him, Lucifer was almost shivering with just as much need as he was when he lifted himself from the chair to meet his lips. Unluckily for him, he opened up his mouth further and Lucifer didn't doubt one second into taking his opportunity. The taste of the sweet dessert still lingered over their tongue, but underneath all of that the hot breath of Lucifer was a lot sweeter in an entirely different way. The movement inside his own mouth was strange, but the kind of strange that called to him to try to figure it out, to repeat it as much as possible until he could do it in his sleep.

He wasn't aware of when his own hands grabbed to Lucifer, to his shirt, clinging as if that could give him a second pair of lungs to help him think better again. But he absolutely knew when the hand of Lucifer fumbled to get his belt free, cutting his breathing capacity into half. Alastor had never been scared of anything in his life until now, and at the same time didn't want it to stop.

Until the ding of the industrial oven rang through the air and they both were paralyzed. The flush on Lucifer's face was different than his other blushes as he looked down, pulling on the leather strap softly.

"Do you want…"

"Yes."

Alastor had no real clue as to what he was saying yes to, but his body had to know or wouldn't have melted just like the ice cream at the table when Lucifer kissed him again. Leaving behind nothing else but a jelly creature that needed more, until there was nothing at all. Only then Alastor noticed the buldge on the blonde's pants and his mouth watered even more. It looked so heavy. So much blood accumulated at once, lifting sensitive skin. He could almost taste it on his tongue. God, he would actually kill for tasting it.

"I will take it out of the oven" whispered Lucifer against his lips, almost nuzzling his head. "You go to the changing room and wait there."

His voice had no doubt. His demeanor reminded him to how he commanded in the kitchen. That made Alastor to want to trust him now. At least one of them had a clearer idea of what they were doing, what to expect.

"Why the changing room?" asked stupidly and, mercifully, Lucifer just chuckled.

"I mean, if you want to give a show here for whoever could be peaking through the windows, you just have to ask" said Lucifer with a little shrug and Alastor blushed at realizing he haven't even thought about that at all.

After years of learning to recognize his environment to think about the best way to move around it, unnoticed or not, that not small detail had escaped him. Other people existing in the world besides them seemed such a ludicrous notion while they were kissing.

"Changing room is better" determined.

"Changing room it is." Lucifer nodded.

He gave a squeeze to Alastor's shoulder and way too suddenly left him there to go attend the kitchen. Alastor stand up. He clearly did it too fast because he felt dizzy as he made his way through the room to where he needed to be. Yeah, that had to be it. Surely.

It was burning inside of the changing room. He felt his skin feverish as he took out his jacket and put it inside his locker, to be washed later of some inevitable sweet splatters. As he let the fabric hang, his heart raced with the very real awareness that, for the first time in a long time, he had no idea of what to do. Should he even do something right now or wait for Lucifer? What was even supposed to happen that could be a show for anyone watching?

A few minutes later, Lucifer found him sitting in front of his closed locker.

"Hey" said the blonde and his smile was still sincere, softening his face from the frown he had a second before. "I put everything in the freezer. We still need to take it out when we are gone."

With that, he moved to his own locker, following his example to take out his jacket. Alastor lifted his legs to change his side. Underneath the chef jacket Lucifer only had a short sleeve jacket that was navy blue. When he faced him again, Alastor almost chuckled to see that there was a single chest pocket and on top of it, a small yellow duck. Where would he even get something like that?

And suddenly Lucifer was reclining over him. The sudden aproximation alarmed him, but the soft caress of his cheek relaxed him again. It was literally the worst moment to find out that he wouldn't have minded Lucifer's touch from the very start, because now he found starving for more of it. Lucifer lifted his chin slightly and he was beautiful. He was always beautiful, even with the hint of sadness that was hiding behind those big brown eyes.

"You still good?" asked Lucifer.

Alastor nodded. Freaking out a little on the inside, but otherwise as fine as someone could be. What was the worst that could happen anyway? It's not like Lucifer was going to stab him, poison him or something if somehow he didn't fulfill his expectations. He wouldn't be attempting any of this if that was even a possibility.

He passed down the gulp trapped in his throat before speaking.

No, the real problem was that he wanted to fulfill them.

"I… I haven't done this… before" admitted, lookiing to a side. It was only fair for Lucifer to know. "I am not sure of what to do here."

"Oh" said Lucifer and Alastor quickly stared at him. But he only looked to be mildly surprised, not dissapointed. And his smile came back easily. "That is okay. We can go as slow as you need. I don't mind" said, bending over closer until his lips kissed Alastor's cheek. Such a tender gesture almost made him not notice as Lucifer straddled him on the seat. But he did and his hand shot at his waist, feeling up the muscles. Something twitched inside of his body as Lucifer pressed their crotches together, rubbing into each other. Alastor couldn't help but to bring him closer with a wanton sigh. "Want me to touch you, Al?" asked Lucifer, lips caressing the corner of his mouth. Alastor let out a soft groan. "With what?"

"I don't know" And he didn't. His mind was a blank slate with way too many thoughts all meshed together. Why was depending on him anyway? Shouldn't he be the expert? He was the one who was with that tall blonde woman whose name he couldn't even bother to remember and that Adam guy. That fucking stupid Adam probably never needed Lucifer to thread so carefully.

And yes, alright, he maybe was also a little impatient. Months of imagining himself tasting the flesh of this man was doing him no favors right now. Being able to visualize his entire body so easily, to know exactly what was hiding under Lucifer's pants. Months of seeing himself licking blood off him, hear his scream, feel the pulse under his finger dying down. It wasn't the same now, but it was too close for him to now ask him to just wait.

"My hand is okay?"

"Everything is fine" affirmed Alastor, holding his face in his hand. "Just touch me already. I will let you know the moment something I don't like happens, trust me. If I didn't kick you off, assume I am fine with it."

Lucifer draw a wide smile until his yes crinkled.

"So you were waiting for this too?"

"I…!" Alastor wanted to be indignated at the implication. He was a decent man that had better things to think about, thank you! Like carnage and blood, for example! But his brain got stuck on that too Lucifer used. Since when was any of this something that Lucifer was thinking about? "Do you need to talk so much?" was the only thing he could say in the end.

Lucifer snorted and kissed him over his nose, gently as his shoudler agitated with his giggling. Alastor had half a mind to push him off after all, but then Lucifer found his mouth again and was pushing him first towards the seat.

"Laid down for me, okay?" said Lucifer as Alastor head was already landing on the wooden surface. Lucifer lifted himself off to first pulled out the belt of Alastor and let it hit the floor.

Lucifer continued with his shoes, being more careful to put them on a side. Then it was the turn of Alastor's pants and he found himself elevating his hips to make it easier, pulling his underwear himself down until Lucifer got the idea and made it the rest of the way. With his two legs now free, Alastor noticed that Lucifer instead was just opening his own pants to pull out his erection and at the sight of it his brain stopped existing once more.

It was bigger than what he saw in the window.

"There we go." Lucifer lifted his head to check on his face and Alastor sighed, nodding before he covered his eyes with his forearm.

This was too much. Everything was too much and even more when Lucifer lifted his legs to bend at the side of his waist. The moment he felt Lucifer's hand wrapping around him, Alastor inahled sharply and let his hips move towards the movement. It was… good. The up and down of Lucifer's grasp, the way his finger estimulated the head and the slit. Oh, god, that is why nobody would shut up about it? That was so awful. Why other people other than him had to be right?

"Hey" Lucifer's voice suddenly called to him and it was closer than he expected. "Let me see you."

"Fuck off" was the immediate reply of Alastor. A caress on his elevated thigh was the argument thrown his way and he had to way to combat that. He lifted his arm to see Lucifer bending over him. "Why" complained before Lucifer reached his lips, holding himself up in one hand on the bench, over Alastor's shoulder.

"Because I like seeing you" Lucifer said like it was obvious, barely above his face. His hips pushed closer as their two cocks now made contact, rubbing together. "I like your eyes" commented the blonde, now moving on to his neck.

Alastor whined behind his mouth when Lucifer joined his hand, squeezing them both in all the right way.

"Yeah, I know" sighed, gripping to the side of Lucifer.

"You do?" Lucifer looked at him with an amused smile. With no idea at all that Alastor had snooped into his room during his birthday or that he had found his sketchbook. A second too late did Alastor saw his mistake. But before he could manage a distraction or something else, Lucifer chuckled. "I wasn't exactly subtle, was I?"

"Not at all" said Alastor with a firm nod. "It was getting embarassing, actually."

Especially coming from the guy who only likes women, he almost added there. But he didn't want to think about that. He didn't want Lucifer to think about that either and get back that look of fear on his face, to move away for whatever reason made him scared in the first place. If he was doing any of this was him, it was obvious already that he had changed his mind. That whatever he was worried about had passed already or wasn't as important as any of this. For now that alone would have to be enough.

"But it's fine" affirmed, lifting his own leg to cross over the lower back of Lucifer. "Nobody but me would have noticed" said, arching his back to rub himself on Lucifer's hand that had gone too stil for his taste.

Those words seemed to lift a sudden weight off Lucifer's shoulders. He continued with Alastor's neck as he carry on, their body heats so close. Lucifer kept their hips rubbing each other to change his support to his other elbow, while his other hand opened up the first buttons of his shirt and lick his clavicle, sucking harder than his neck. Marks, realized Alastor suddenly. He didn't want to leave visible marks.

"Oh yeah?" said Lucifer, opening more and more buttons to delight at his chest. At the brush of his fingers over his nipples, Alastor panted slightly. He was never too sensitive in that area when it was his own hand, but it was entirely different with Lucifer doing it. "Because you were paying close attention to me too?" said with a cocky grin, before lowering to wrapp his nipple on his mouth and tease the skin with his tongue, rushing all the blood to get under, lifting it, hardening it.

Alastor would have like to protest that he was talking too much again. But between Lucifer's tongue, Lucifer's cock landing over his stomach, his own rubbing against his, he could not care anymore what was being said.

"What happened, Al? Cat got your tongue?" Lucifer teased with a playful twinkled and Alastor hated to admit he did prefer that expression to the one he got when all he suggested was a coffee.

"How about you shut up" replied automatically without any real bite, lifting his hand to try to take on the same job of Lucifer of keeping them together.

But his whole hand wasn't enough to wrap the two of them and he wasn't sure what he was doing. Whatever it was, though, at least seemed that Lucifer appreciated it with the sudden movement of his hips towards his hand.

"A little tighter" groaned Lucifer, frowning slightly. Then grunted, showing his teeth. "Too tight" said with a small voice.

"You do it then" Alastor scoffed and he wanted to turned away again when Lucifer kept his hand on place, closing over his fingers.

"How are you supposed to learn then?" Lucifer sighed, guiding him to apply the right pressure and keep them close. "Just like when you touch yourself, it's not different than that."

"It is different" protested Alastor, confused as to why he even said that. He didn't want to mention that when he was on his own, alone, he never got anywhere or felt like a chore that wasn't worth getting through by the end. "You are here. That makes it different" said instead.

Lucifer looked shocked for a moment before smiling again.

"Aww. I didn't know you could be sweet too."

Alastor stared at him, offended. He was not sweet. He was a dangerous predator taking a break. No, not even that, this was all just luring another victim before he could kill him off. That was all. Lucifer had no idea that this was all going to end with his head on Alastor's plate.

"Say one more thing and I am kicking you out" warned.

"Noted" Lucifer still chuckled as he left a kiss on his chin before lifting him off.

Some strands of blondes had escaped his usual style and they were falling near his cheek, framming his face and the intense look that Alastor was receiving now. As Lucifer started to move his hand faster, still using Alastor's on the grip too, he wanted to run away again, knowing that every change on his face was being registered right in that instant. He had watched over people so many times before, looking for the exact moment when the lights turned off behind their gaze. But he had never been the object of such a shameless glutonous stare before. His interest was vastly reduced after death and only activated again when it was time to cook. Where was the limit of this one? Was there any even?

"Fuck" grunted, arching his back.

He squeezed the forearm of Lucifer at the side of his head, as if that was the only firm point he had left. Inside of his abdomen the pressure was increasing, like a soft kind of cramp that was extending even to his thighs. Before he knew it, he had kicked his pants from his other legs and locked around Lucifer, his underwear still hanging from his ankle. He closed his eyes as he bite on Lucifer's arm and his breathing became erratic, mixed in with whines, gasps and tiny noises he never did on his own.

It felt like this should hurt, but it didn't. Like going on a rollercoster where the tension on his muscles kept increasing and tighening, as if ready for a disaster that never happened. His waist just wouldn't stop jumping to rub harder against Lucifer's grip as if it had a mind of its own. His body shook and trembled until the sole of his feet felt electrified, nerves tensed up until reaching that sweet point beyond him or Lucifer, beyond anything he had done on his own.

The release came suddenly as his mouth opened up, almost as if in disbelief. The droplet fell to his stomach, because Lucifer had opened up the rest of his shirt at some point and there was no further barrier. Through watery eyes, Alastor saw Lucifer biting on his own bottom lip as he kept moving and he had never seem more beautiful before. The idea that anyone else would ever get to enjoy flared up his chest with an unexpected surge of anger. Nobody else should get to see it. Only him. Just like nobody else should get to hear his moans or gasps, his hand going even after as he was still strocking Alastor.

Alastor lifted himself off with one hand and with the other grabbed Lucifer by the head. By the moment he joined their mouths together, he stole the final moan right out of his lips when Lucifer came between them. A few warm drops between them and he slumped over Alastor, resting his forehead against the taller man's shoulder.

Alastor smelled the sweat behind his ear. After barely a moment of hesitation, he brushed the blonde hair back and licked clean. Lucifer laughed as it were ticklish and tried to move away, but Alastor closed his legs and kissed his temple to try to make him relax again. It worked almost instantly. Lucifer was just a sack of meat and bones without will. That small victory felt good in his chest.

For a long, perfect moment, they just stayed holding onto each other, regaining his thoughts. But after the glow, came the clarity. The moment Lucifer cleared his throat and started to pull away, Alastor did the same to not be the only one still clinging. But he kept his eyes locked in on Lucifer anyway, trying to read the meaning behind that expression he was making.

Remorse? Regret? Was he about to open his mouth and say that no, actually, women were still better? Fuck knives, Alastor was going to strangle him to death right there if he did.

"I am sorry" said Lucifer finally. Only a part of his murderous intent slipped away from him, mostly out of surprise.

"About what?"

"I don't know" Lucifer sighed, knocking his head against his chest. "For not doing this before, I guess. I wanted to, but… stuff."

"Stuff" repeated Alastor. When Lucifer didn't clarified further, offering a measly shrug as a response, he sighed too. "It's fine."

"Really?"

"Do you think I would be here if it wasn't."

Lucifer raised his head then and brought him dow. This kiss was less anxious than all other, but not any less heartfelt. Alastor hummed with delight at noticing the mark of his teeth were still visible over his pale skin.

"There is one thing, though" Lucifer tongue licked against his own and it was hard to think like that, but Alastor gave it his best.

"What?"

Slowly, Lucifer sucked the very tip of the pink extension of Alastor before pulling back slightly.

"We should uh… probably not say anything about this" started the man, bringing the murderous intent back. Forget about the hands, he was going to smash his head against that very same bench until he heard the crunch of his skull giving in. Rejected one time he could tolerate. Rejected twice was already an insult. "But we can do it again, if you want" added Lucifer just when Alastor's hand were trembling with a need for violence.

The same need that deflate entirely out of him as he stared at the man, realizing he was very much serious about his words. Hopeful that now Alastor wasn't going to be the one to reject him.

"It would be seem… unprofessional" said and Lucifer perked up, glad that they were in the same page. Which they were, actually. It's not like Alastor had any plans to get anyone else involved with what they were doing. Why, if it would only be more of an inconvenience for him when he finally did kill Lucifer. "Our careers could be tarnished by something like that. Even if there is no rules against it, the rumors could be devastating."

"Exactly. We have to keep it in the low."

"Be discreet." Alastor nodded.

"Yes" Lucifer's smiled bigger, caressing his cheek. "You do get it. This can be our own secret. Nobody has to know."

And then one day nobody would have any idea of where Lucifer Morningstar went. He could even keep his job. Remain as the only main chef. It was literally the perfect crime and Lucifer was offering it to him like one of his best dishes.

"I like that" said, sincerely. Lucifer sighed before hugging him tight, so relieved with himself that he didn't noticed the splitting face smile of Alastor. "In fact," added, struck by inspiration, "how about the next time we feel like doing this, we go to my place?"

"Where do you live?"

Alastor told him. An address that was far enough from his own condo and the restaurant itself, minimizing the possibility of anyone from the kitchen catching them going to the same place.

"Perfect" Lucifer was grinning like he had being told that his favorite bookstore had a sale. Alastor kissed his cheek and nibbled him, imagining himself already ripping the skin off. Lucifer giggled like it was just playful.

[yinwaryuri]

Nick My Babygirl - playlist

Casual - Chappell Roan

I, The Hand Grenade - Highasakite

I Did Something Bad (Cover) [feat. Cynthia Erivo] - Shoshana Bean

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

THAT'S WHAT I WANT - Lil Nas X

Toxic - Britney Spears

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Wrong Bitch [feat. Bob the Drag Queen] - Todrick Hall

Hurricane - Cannons

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - Elefant

libid0 - OnlyOneOf

You Are Nothing - Slot Machine

เพื่อนเล่น ไม่เล่นเพื่อน [feat. MILLI] - Tilly Birds

Steal the Show - SHAUN & Jeff Satur

Mind Games [feat. Jackson Wang] - 88rising & MILLI

Hysteria - Muse

Pompeii - Bastille

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

Tessellate - alt-J

SIMPLE - DE'WAYNE & I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Bring U Down - Lil Nas X

Histérico - Álvaro Soler

Change of Seasons - Sweet Thing

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

December - Collective Soul

Inside Out - Eve 6

Congratulations, You're a Doll - The Technicolors

In the Heat of the Moment - Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds

The Louvre - Lorde

Tell It To My Heart [feat. Hozier] - Meduza

Heat Waves - Glass Animals

Panini - Lil Nas X

Insane - Vesperteen

Uh Huh - Jade Bird

Checkmate - Conan Gray

Never Tear Us Apart - INXS

Since I Left You - The Avalanches

[noloveforned]

no love for ned is back on wlur with a new show tonight after an unplanned week off. tune in anytime from 8pm until midnight for some great new music or catch up with last week's show below!

no love for ned on wlur – may 26th, 2023 from 8-10pm

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[bearterritory]

No. 1 Cal Repeats As Pac-12 Champions

Golden Bears Win V8+, 2V8+, Freshmen 8+ Races

LOWELL – The No. 1 California men's rowing team had another outstanding week of racing, securing the Pac-12 Championship title for the second year in a row. After winning the 2V8+ race, The Golden Bears had a three-point lead in the standings going into the final race as they split the 3V8+ and freshmen 8+ races with Washington, leaving it up to the varsity eight crew to bring home the title. In the V8+ race, Cal and Washington were even through the start but the Bears we able to build a deck lead in the opening 500 meters. Cal continued to push and opened a bow to stern lead through the halfway mark. The Bears didn't let up and grew their lead to open water in the third 500 meters, managing to finish four seconds ahead of Washington in a time of 5:34.673 to secure the Pac-12 Championship. "I'm really proud of how the entire team raced today led by the varsity eight, who I think had a great race," Cal head coach Scott Frandsen said. "I'm also really pleased with how the second varsity eight, freshmen eight and varsity four raced. The conditions were a little rough with the crosswind at the start, but calmed down through the morning and were pretty good by the time the varsity eight race. I want to give a special shout out to my coaching staff with Brandon [Shald], Jason [Elefant], Jack [Smith] and Mike [Chandler] for stepping up in their roles and making sure all the crews were primed and ready." After jumping out to an early bow to stern lead over Washington, the second varsity eight crew overcame some adversity in its race as the Stanford boat veered towards it during the second 500 meters. The Bears were able to maintain their composure and managed to pull away, but then had to fend off a surging Washington boat that pulled within half a length in the final 500 meters. Cal was able to hold off the Huskies' push and finish a half-boat ahead in a time of 5:38.058. "I'm really happy with how the second varsity eight got out and attacked the race, which was a focus, and then managed the adversity through the middle and dug in and held on for the win," Frandsen said. In the 3V8+ race, Cal got out to an even start with Washington but fell a deck behind early. The Huskies increased their lead to a half-boat by the halfway mark and continued to push the distance between them and the Bears throughout the remainder of the race. In the beginning of the freshmen 8+ race, the Bears fell behind half of a boat in the opening 500 meters behind Washington; that lead stretched to almost a length by the 1000m.  Cal started to move back on Washington through the third quarter of the race and drew level roughly 200m before the finish line.  Showing great composure and belief, the Bears pushed ahead to win by one-second win with a time of 5:47.100. In the varsity four race, Cal and Washington jumped out ahead of the pack with the Bears about a half boat back through the opening 500 meters. Cal made a strong move towards the halfway mark and overtook the Huskies with a deck lead. The Bears continued their push building a bow to stern lead through the third 500 meters and came away with a two-second win in a time of 6:24.270. The Bears now shift their focus to getting faster over the next three weeks leading up to the IRAs in Mercer, New Jersey June 2-4. "It's always good to get beyond the exams and beyond this weekend and have about 12 days in Berkeley before we move east to New Jersey. I always feel like we can get a lot done and have that be a very productive period," Frandsen said. Final Standings 1. California – 72 points 2. Washington – 65 points 3. Oregon St – 47 points 4. Stanford – 42 points Results V8+ 1. Cal – 5:34.673 2. Washington – 5:38.511 3. Stanford – 5:39.025 4. Oregon State – 6:00.363 2V8+ 1. Cal – 5:38.058 2. Washington – 5:39.201 3. Stanford – 5:52.342 4. Oregon State – 6:03.102 3V8+ 1. Washington – 5:46.669 2. Cal – 5:54.189 3. Oregon State – 6:19.549

Freshmen 8+ 1. Cal - 5:47.100 2. Washington – 5:47.260 3. Oregon State – 6:26.730 V4+ 1. Cal – 6:24.270 2. Washington – 6:26.600 3. Oregon State – 6:57.462  

[zece-respiratii-scurte]

O experienta personala- final

Am promis. Doar la asta m-am gandit, la faptul cat de neserioasa puteam sa fiu pentru ca promisesem ca am sa vin. Apoi a urmat un cadou de Craciun si am simtit sa imi fac cel putin aparitia si sa vin. Am cumparat si eu un cadou, mi se parea o chestie draguta desi cred ca a fost prima data cand i-am facut un cadou unui baiat. Am ignorat toate conversatiile pe care le aveam noaptea tarziu, stiind ca daca in 6 luni nu poti creea o legatura cu cineva, atunci nu o poti face nici in cateva zile petrecute in realitate. Mi-am ignorat instinctul pentru ca vedeam oameni impreuna si ma gandeam cum e. Nu e asa rau, asta pana cand afli ca nu esti atat de compatibil cu o persoana. Imi batea inima foarte repede, ca un elefant care alearga. Doar 50% am reusit sa fiu eu, restul ramanand in capul meu: toate intrebarile despre noi, despre el, despre unde naiba este cadou pe care mi-a spus ca mi l-a luat. Am facut glume, unele le-a inteles, altele nu. Nu a fost curios despre cine sunt eu, iar eu eram mult prea curioasa incat atunci cand l-am intrebat ma simteam ca un intrus. As fi vrut sa ne imprietenim, sa ii spun despre viata mea si viceversa. Altfel cum poti cunoaste o persoana? Mi-am ignorat gandurile in care imi spuneau ca nu sunt sincera cu el si nici nu o sa fiu. Momentul critic din capul meu a fost cand l-am intrebat "Te-ai suparat?" si el a zis "Nu" , spunand in timp ce se indeparta de mine ca sa nu mai stea langa mine. Atunci mi-am adus aminte de o experienta din copilarie cand ma certam cu tatal meu si noaptea era ca un calvar, iar ziua se comporta ca si cum nimic nu s-a intamplat. Nu a fost destul de matur incat sa spuna ceea ce il supara si sa clarificam. Nu a avut destula incredere incat sa-mi spuna ce il deranja sau destul de sincer sa imi spuna despre el.

Eram deficitari in cuvinte. El nu le avea, iar eu le tineam pe toate in capul meu.

[tanzania2023]

19 juliol - Lake Manyara

La Joana i jo ens hem llevat per anar a correr per la vora del llac. Són les 7:00 del matí i el sol ja ha sortit. Hi ha núvols negres a l'horitzó. Correm pels camins del Lodge fins la piscina i d'allà entrem a l'estepa, fins el llac. La llum del sol fa que la l'herba tingui un color groc preciós. Hi ha pumbas a uns 300 metres. Correm una estona en direcció nord fins que veiem un ñu que corra en direcció cap a nosaltres. Per si de cas, canviem de direcció.

Després esmorzem i enfilem cap el Llac Manyara, carretera avall. Arribem al punt més al sud del llac i girem cap a l'oest, per una carretera rollo Dragón Khan sense asfaltar. Travessem poblets de casetes molt petites, pobres i brutes. Hi ha un munt de nens per tot arreu, tots ens saluden. Parem per saludar a uns de molt petits i quan anàvem a donar-els-hi 1 dólar l'Stanley ens diu que no ho fem, perquè llavors s'acostumen i no volen anar a escola, si al carrer guanyen diners. Doncs els hi donem uns sucs que portem.

Seguim la carretera donant bots a tort i a dret, ara en direcció nord per l'altra banda del llac. La zona és molt boscosa i costa veure elefants i animals, però algun en veiem. La veritat és que la carretera es dura i pesada.

Dinem a prop d'una font termal sulfurosa, amb aigua molt calenta.

Cap a la tarda, parem a un parell de botigues de souvenirs i en arribar a Karatu pugem per una carretera de color vermell cap el Foresight Lodge.

Ens reben cantant el Jambo Bwana uns quants del servei i ens ofereixen un suc. El Lodge es ecològic i va amb energia solar, per la qual cosa no podem fer servir l'assecador de cabell. Vés per on. A sobre fa fred, estem a uns 1600 metres d'alçada. Es com si fóssim a un refugi del Pirineu.

Sopem a la 7 de la tarda, alguns van tapats amb mantes a les taules i demanem si poden posar una mica de calefacció a les habitacions, que són rodones, aïllades, amb sostre de palla i amb una terrasseta amb una vista xula. I en comptes de calefacció, ens posen botelles d'aigua calenta al llot. Com quan érem petits. Quan anem a dormir, una de les ampolles perd aigua i tenim el llit mullat.

Demà ens aixequem a les 6 per anar a veure una tribu, els Hadzabe.

[jiskblr]

It does look like a shofar though, at least based on a quick google

Only in the sense that it's made out of a horn. Which, you know, most instruments of that type historically would be. That's why we call them 'horns'.

Shofars are twistier than this, though a single curve is, I believe, entirely permissible if that's what you can get. They're supposed to be ram's horns, which are twisty unless they are quite short, at least on the common species; this is not that short. It's not made to be held the same way I see actual shofars being held in photos and drawings, this looks like it would be held more like a clarinet (though obviously the mouthpiece is more brass/horn-style). It looks like it has decoration or finger-pieces along the upper part and not around the mouth; this is the opposite of what I see on shofars which are decorated. (It would also be somewhat difficult on a real-horn horn, but one of the few non-Jewish-stereotype traits goblins are established to have is to be excellent crafters, so I don't think that counts against it.)

Ah, Wikipedia has a summary of the criteria for picking a shofar:

The Elef Hamagen (586:5) delineates the order of preference: 1) curved ram; 2) curved other sheep; 3) curved other animal; 4) straight—ram or otherwise; 5) non-kosher animal; 6) cow

Of which only the sixth is forbidden. If you can find anything curved from a kosher 'donor', you should do so. So a short one would look like

And a longer one would preferably look like

I believe something with the shape of the former thing but much longer would be a perfectly cromulent shofar and qualify as 'curved', but I can't find any examples; they all either are clearly short from context or lack anything to clearly scale them by but appear short from the size of the mouthpiece.

Compare to other horn instruments made of horn:

Or made of wood (I believe):

I think we can pretty confidently say that the image above doesn't look more like shofars than it looks like these.

Now, despite appearances (and a long history of accidentally learning things, via books or from people, that would make me substantially better at passing), I am not, in fact, Jewish, and have never attended Rosh Hashanah services or any other time a shofar was blown. (Weddings? Probably some other times?) So I could be missing something. But I think I have enough evidence here to say no, BS, this does not, actually, look like a shofar more than any randomly-selected 17th-century non-metal horn would. (Apparently making horns from brass was already overwhelmingly popular by the 1600s; the main remaining horn made from an animal was an elephant-tusk oliphaunt, which was a royal status symbol. TIL.)

[1revnet]

10 savannedyr som streifer rundt i afrikanske gressletter

Selv om tusenvis av andre dyr er verdt å undersøke, fremhever følgende liste noen av de mest dominerende artene i Afrika sør for Sahara. 1. Afrikansk savannelefant “” Afrikansk elefant. Liz Leyden/Getty Images Afrikanske elefanter er de største landpattedyrene på planeten, og når ofte størrelser opp til 11 fot (3,4 meter) og 15 000 pund (6 803 kg). Disse enorme og svært intelligente…

[miya716tienda]

Klappbare Telefone sind noch nicht da. Hier ist, was geändert werden muss

Cool reicht nicht mehr. Faltbare Telefone müssen ihre Fehler beheben, um die mobile Technologie weiter zu revolutionieren. Ob der Durchbruch von Apple, Samsung oder Google kommt, ist jedermann zu erraten.

Die Beschwerden über Klapptelefone sollten an dieser Stelle bekannt klingen. Sie sind zu teuer, sie können zu dick sein, und es gibt immer Bedenken über ihre Zerbrechlichkeit. Oh, und es gibt eine Falte auf dem Bildschirm, die anscheinend die Leute in wütende Wut treibt. Ich werde mich nicht auf diese offensichtlichen Probleme konzentrieren (obwohl sie behoben werden müssen). Stattdessen nutze ich meine umfangreiche Erfahrung mit faltbaren Telefonen, um andere Bereiche hervorzuheben, die verbessert werden könnten – bevor Apple mit einem Telefon oder Tablet mit klappbarem Bildschirm ins Spiel springt.

Smartphones wie das Samsung Galaxy Z Flip 6 und das Motorola Razr+ nehmen große Plattentelefone und falten sie in zwei Hälften, so dass Sie sie leicht in Ihre Tasche stecken können. Sie machen vieles richtig. Wenn sie geöffnet sind, fühlen sie sich an und funktionieren wie normale Telefone. Wenn sie geschlossen sind, bleiben sie nützlich für schnelle Aufgaben und, was noch wichtiger ist, sind sie einfach zu tragen.

Die Funktionalität des äußeren Bildschirms ist der Schlüssel für die Zukunft von Clamshell-Telefonen. Der Ansatz von Motorola gibt Ihnen praktisch uneingeschränkten Zugriff auf alle Ihre Apps auf dem äußeren Display. In der Zwischenzeit kuratiert Samsung das Erlebnis sorgfältig und schränkt seine Funktionalität ein (es sei denn, Sie springen durch Reifen, um es über Good Lock zu ändern). So oder so erzeugt der zweite Bildschirm bei jeder Interaktion ein anderes Gefühl. Diese Bildschirme und ihre Benutzeroberfläche sollten so groß, hell und pixeldicht wie möglich sein, mit Aktualisierungsraten, die der inneren Anzeige entsprechen. Der äußere Bildschirm ist nicht nur eine Neuheit, sondern ein Kernwerkzeug.

Die Platzierung der Rückfahrkamera erfordert etwas Arbeit. Ein Selfie mit der Nase zu triggern ist viel zu einfach, da die Kameras dazu neigen, unten rechts zu sitzen. Diese Platzierung ist empfindlich, wenn das Telefon geöffnet ist, aber weniger, wenn es geschlossen ist.

Achten Sie auch darauf, dass sich die Muschelschale leicht öffnet, vorzugsweise mit einer Hand. Das quadratische Design des Z Flip 6 lässt wenig Platz, um die beiden Hälften des Telefons zu trennen, während die abgerundeten Kanten des Motorola Razr+ es einfacher machen. Wenn Telefonfirmen Inspiration benötigen (ähm, Apple), schauen Sie sich frühere Flip-Telefone an, um zu sehen, wie dies erreicht wurde.

Diese Telefone, die sich wie ein Buch öffnen und schließen lassen, verfügen über die größten Bildschirme, die Sie in Ihrer Tasche verstauen können. Das Google Pixel 9 Pro Fold verfügt über ein 8-Zoll-Display, während das Samsung Galaxy Z Fold 6 über einen 7,6-Zoll-Bildschirm verfügt. Diese inneren Displays sind expansiv (und teuer) und bestehen aus superdünnem Glas, das es dem Bildschirm ermöglicht, sich in der Mitte zu biegen. Sie sollten ein magischer Ort sein, um Filme und YouTube zu genießen. Also, was ist das größte Problem mit diesen inneren Bildschirmen? Das Seitenverhältnis.

Die Pixel 9 Pro Fold und Z Fold 6 verfügen im Wesentlichen über quadratische Innenwände. Die Anzeige eines 16:9 Videos auf einem fast 1:1 Display führt zu einem enormen Verlust an nutzbaren Bildschirmimmobilien. Ja, Sie können zoomen, damit das Video den gesamten Bildschirm ausfüllt, aber dann erhalten Sie nicht das ganze Bild. So fühlt sich der große innere Bildschirm oft nicht so groß an.

Diese Telefone, die sich öffnen und schließen Dann ist da der Elefant im Raum – ein großflächiges Android-Gerät verhält sich tatsächlich wie ein Tablet. Android-Tablets sind in der Regel nicht so beliebt wie das Apple iPad aus einem Grund. Außerdem ist Googles reine Version von Android auf einem Tablet bei weitem nicht so nützlich wie die modifizierten Versionen von Lenovo und Samsung. Diese Unternehmen gehen an die Grenzen dessen, was ein Tablet sein kann.

Ansonsten müssen sie warten, bis Google Android für große Bildschirme weiter optimiert, was angesichts der ersten Android-Tablets im 2011 eine Weile dauern kann.

[elefant-records]

ER-1189SLP THE PRIMITIVES "Spin-O-Rama" Reedición [10th Anniversary Reissue] Vinilo Rojo Transparente con 3 Canciones Extra [21-6-2024]

TRACKLIST: 01 Spin-O-Rama  02 Hidden In The Shadows  03 Wednesday World  04 Follow The Sun Down  05 Purifying Tone  06 Lose The Reason  07 Petals  08 Working Isn't Working  09 Velvet Valley  10 Dandelion Seed 11 Let's Go 'Round Again 12 Always Coming Back  13 Up So High  14 Spin-O-Rama (Acoustic Version)

When THE PRIMITIVES got back together in 2009 to pay tribute to their late bass player, Steve Dullaghan, that new story that everyone had been dreaming of began. Those of us who were fans of their first three albums, written between the late eighties and the early nineties, couldn’t believe that we would get to see them perform again, and that we would get to enjoy new releases from Tracy Tracy’s band. For Elefant, it was unforgettable that the band itself chose us to release their new songs for the whole world; they were one of the most important groups in our lives and that’s why we want to celebrate the tenth anniversary of “Spin-O-Rama” with a very special release.

It's special because it will include three extra tracks – the two B-sides of the two singles that came out before the album was released (the cover version of “Up So High” from THE WHAT’S NEW and “Always Coming Back”) and an acoustic, previously unreleased version of the title track, “Spin-O-Rama”. But it doesn’t stop there! The cover of this new vinyl edition will have different colors than the original. The album that came out in 2014 had different album cover colors for the CD and LP, and for this rerelease we are recovering the original red tones of the CD, and the vinyl will of course be red. How wonderful to be able to enjoy THE PRIMITIVES’ songs again on such a special release.

[evigtlivihimlen]

Trampar du på ömma tår?

"TRAMPAR DU PÅ ÖMMA TÅR" var du går! Likt en elefant i en glasbutik som bara vill väl? Jesus och Johannes Döparen, Paulus likaså känner igen sig, läs Bibeln så får du se…De hade en svans av ilskna kritiker efter sig, över sig alltid…Ska du undvika kritik: "Säg ingenting, gör inget och var ingenting"…Detta gäller i "mellanmjölkslandet", men någonstans pyr väl den gamla vikingatågan, svenskens variant av finsk sisu. Finnarna hade förresten blivit bortdeporterat till stor del till Sibirien om inte de sagt, gjort och varit något under andra världskriget, och Sverige hade ryssen troligtvis också tagit i samma veva, pga malmfälten…

Nåja, låt oss vara Bibliska nu: "Är det människor jag nu försöker få på min sida - eller Gud? Eller försöker jag ställa mig in hos människor? Om jag fortfarande ville vara människor till lags, skulle jag inte vara Kristi tjänare"(Gal.1:10)…Inte sällan måste du Välja vem du ska lyda, Gud eller människor, och ännu mer vem du fruktar (och "älskar"), Herren eller människor som vill vara herrar över dig…Guds kärlek fördriver all fruktan lär Ordet, vi talar här om människofruktan kontra Gudsfruktan, det förstnämnda har snaror som binder och förslavar, det sistnämnda är nyttigt och för med sig liv nu och i evighet…När man älskar Gud så lyder man i en sund Gudsfruktan eller i vördnad och respekt lättsammare uttryckt, men älskar man eller snarare Vill Bli älskad av människor så fruktar man att stöta sig med och bli ogillad av människor…Du måste välja, Ordet säger "Ni har blivit köpta och priset är betalt. Var inte slavar under människor"…och i Rom.6:22 står det "Men nu, då ni befriats från synden och blivit Guds slavar, blir frukten att ni helgas och till slut får evigt liv"…att vara "Guds slav" innebär nu inte något tyranniskt, som Jesus säger "Mitt ok är milt och Min börda är lätt" och vi tjänar Herren inte i egen kraft och förmåga utan i Andens livgivande kraft…

Så, du måste välja, på allvar alltså! Jesus säger "Den som skäms för Mig och mina Ord, honom skall Människosonen skämmas för, när han kommer i sin och sin Faders och de heliga änglarnas härlighet"… En Ordets förkunnare förmedlar Guds ord till hjälp och välsignelse, och detta innebär inte att man predikar enbart det lättsamma, söta och "positiva". Om vi äter bara chips, choklad, bullar, glass och kakor så bryts vår hälsa ner. Samma sak om vi väljer bort större delen av Bibeln och inte predikar det som Herren själv valt och prioriterat få nedskrivet i sitt eget Ord, ja, då sviker vi predikanter vårt uppdrag. Ett svek som grundar sig på människofruktan och brist på Gudsfruktan…Konsekvensen blir troende som är "namnkristna", kanske inte ens andligt "födda på nytt", och de som är frälsta har svårt förbli i Kristus då värld och synd tränger på, villoläror väller in osv…Jesus är ett med Ordet, ty Han Är det levande Guds Ordet som aposteln Johannes beskriver: Jesus och Hans Ord är den trygga klippan, vårt värn mot all ondska, Guds Ordet är Ljuset som driver bort mörkret, "en lykta på vår stig". Ska vi förkunnare då förvägra fåren Jesus…Herren kan inte kapas av, och därmed inte Hans Ord heller…

Se på Jesus, Paulus och inte minst Johannes döparen; Inte strödde de enbart gosiga kärleksbudskap och vackra blommor runt sig sjungandes enbart "Nåd å Kärlek, puss å kram"…Ta några av de tuffaste uttalandena dessa tre sade, och du har aldrig hört någon predikant predika på så vis, och förmodligen har det aldrig ens citerats från Bibeln… Jodå, vi ska predika främst Korset, och då allt det innebär, och det blir då inte bara det lättsmälta! Att vi är frälsta av Guds nåd genom tron, absolut, men också Paulus ord i Gal.2:19-20: "Jag är korsfäst med Kristus, och nu lever inte längre jag, utan Kristus lever i mig"…Här har du Jesu efterföljelse och Helgelsen genom Andens liv och kraft som vi får när vi är "i Kristus". Vi behöver läsa, ta till oss och följa Hela Guds Ord utifrån den enorma rikedom som Korset, Frälsningen och Jesu Uppståndelse representerar, allt i Ordet hänger ihop likt en levande organism…Guds Ord är "levande och verksamt" som det står, du predikant: Ge ut hela Guds rådslut och överlåt resten i Herrens händer, ty om du river bort 90% av Ordet blir fåren rivna och slagna och du själv får det mindre bekvämt på Domens dag… Ja, det blir lidande och förföljelse från alla håll och kanter när du ger ut kompromisslöst, det är som att dansa balett genom ett minfält med en Bibel i hand sjungandes lovsånger, och du gör en dubbel saltomortal och landar fint, men inte alltid, oftast inte…men Herren helar och du fortsätter ända in i mål, Himlens Härlighet i evighet, trygg i Jesu famn…

Ända från dag 1 på min frälsta väg har jag stött på patrull när jag predikat Ordet…hos icke-troende har "Korsets anstöt" gjort en del sura, irriterade, arga eller rasande, men ja, Ordet har burit god frukt likväl både genom dem som blivit frälsta och de som bevarats i densamma…En gång försökte en full finne strypa mig väsandes "sluta predika om Jesus", men en annan finne tog gråtandes emot denne Jesus…

En gång omringades jag av pastorer och äldste med ömma tår efter ett radikalt radioprogram i församlingens studio, inte i halleluja utan buhuja, men en sommar sändes lika radikala radioprogram i ett annat sammanhang gratis två gånger i veckan, och först till hösten upptäckte styrelsen hur rakt Bibliskt evangelikalt innehållet varit, och med ömma tår slängde de igen dörren (där de klämde ännu fler tår), men folket hade hört Evangeliet…En del har gått ifrån möten och andra stannat kvar berörda och andligt välsignade. På Facebook har 100-talet lämnat, en del i ilsken blockad men många fler faktiskt tacksamt tagit emot Ordet. Se på Jesus och hans lärjungar i Bibeln, det var likadant där, de flesta lämnade Jesus vid ett av Hans tuffa tal: "Efter detta drog sig många av hans lärjungar tillbaka, så att de inte längre följde honom. Jesus sade därför till de tolv: "Inte vill väl också ni gå bort?" Simon Petrus svarade honom: "Herre, till vem skulle vi gå? Du har det eviga livets Ord"…Och Paulus säger i Gal.5:11 "Bröder, om jag fortfarande predikade omskärelse, varför skulle jag då bli förföljd? Då vore Korsets anstöt borta"…Och hur många "ömma tår" trampade Jesus och Paulus på? De var oräkneligt många, hela tiden…och ännu fler blev välsignade, frälsta…och Jesus kan och vill hela också de ömma tårna, i nåd och kärlek då de av hjärtat omvänder sig, amen.

P.S! "En Upprorisk rebell som inte vill underordna sig Gud" skriker vissa med darrande finger och fragda. Nej, ni vet ingenting om mig, absolut noll, och tror ni er veta något så är det förvrängt. Paulus höll försvarstal ganska ofta gentemot sina vedersakare, anklagare, varför? För egen skull? Nej, för fårens skull som kunde hamna under dessa vargars inflytande…Jag har varit "trogen i det lilla" dag och natt i åratal, underordnat mig narcissistisk människostyrning men också sunt andligt ledarskap. Liksom vandrat den "långa och svåra" vägen i "drejskivan"… Församlingsmedlem i nästan alla år under mina 25 frälsta år, längsta perioden 10 år. Varit själv ledare, och insett: man kan inte piska fåren blodiga som församlingsslavar för att uppfylla nödvändiga behov, de måste få egna direktiv från Herren Jesus, uppleva Andens maning, bekräftelse och ledning själva…Jovisst, förslag och önskemål må vi ge, men att med Ordets missbruk tvinga till underkastelse våra egna uppfattningar och viljor, utifrån snedvridna läror om underordnande och auktoritet! "Jesus är Herren", och inga mellanhänder eller ställföreträdande ska få ta Hans plats…Ja, "underordna er varandra i Kristi fruktan", och detta innebär inte att styra, kontrollera och härska utan att behandla varandra ödmjukt med respekt, liksom Jesus tvättade lärjungarnas fötter för att ge exempel på hur vi ska vara mot varandra…Och "lyda våra ledare" handlar inte om församlingen som ett företag, en direktör med anställda som dirigerar och styr sina "redskap", nej, det handlar om att låta sig korrigeras genom Ordets förkunnelse, att ta lydigt emot Guds ords undervisning så att fåren beskyddas och bevaras från värld och synd, villoläror ��ven… Jesus kommer snart tillbaka, och det står visst en superskarp varning i Ordet till ledarskap som piskat sig fram, i Matt.24:45-51, nej, läs inte detta Bibelställe om du inte måste…Summasumarum: Älska och följ HERREN Jesus, i Andens kraft. Predika sanningen som sätter fri och välsigna allt och alla i sann nåd och kärlek, amen.

[hannah-on-sansibar]

4 Wochen sind vorbei

Die letzten zwei Wochen sind wie im Fluge vergangen und es gab einige Hochs und Tiefs. Fangen wir zunächst einmal mit Sonntag (21.01.2024) an: Wir haben den ganzen Tag uns entspannt, die Sonne genossen und abends gab es noch ein Picknick am Strand. Wie unten auf dem Bild zu erkennen, war ich in netter Begleitung 🦋

Montag haben wir bereits die ersten Spenden eingelöst. Wir haben ausreichend Wassermelonen, Ananas und Bananen für ca. 135 Kinder besorgt. Die Kinder und die Lehrer*innen haben sich sehr gefreut. Dienstag sind wir wieder nach Paje gefahren, um den Geburtstag von Hana, einer anderen Freiwilligen, zu feiern. Keine halbe Stunde nachdem wir angekommen sind, habe ich leider Schüttelfrost und Fieber bekommen… Den Tag konnte ich nicht so genießen. Abends bin ich dann noch zu einem Arzt bei uns im Ort gefahren. Zu dem Arzt gehen alle Freiwilligen, was mich etwas beruhigt hatte. Da es bereits Donnerstag auf die Safari ging, hieß es ausruhen und viel schlafen. Mein Fieber war zum Glück auch bereits am nächsten Tag verschwunden. Ich schonte mich und flog leider noch etwas angeschlagen nach Arusha, Tansania. Zusammen mit 13 anderen Freiwilligen aus meinem Haus konnte ich auf dem Flug den höchsten Berg Afrikas sehen…den Kilimandscharo. Sehr beeindruckend. Im Hotel angekommen, erwartete uns bereits unser Guide. Es stand nämlich eine Wasserfall-Tour an. Eine andere Freiwillige war auch angeschlagen und tatsächlich riet uns der Guide im Hotel zu bleiben, da es relativ anstrengend werden würde und vor allem kalt durch den Regen. Natürlich war dies keine schöne Nachricht, aber im nachhinein betrachtet die schlauere Entscheidung. Abends haben wir es uns aber nicht nehmen lassen und sind mit den anderen griechisch essen gegangen. Das war wirklich super lecker. Am nächsten Morgen wachte ich viel fitter auf und war bereit für das Abendteuer SAFARI. Unsere Guides holten uns pünktlich ab und los ging in den Tarangire Nationalpark. Nachdem wir die ersten 45 Minuten fast nichts sahen, tauchte plötzlich ganz nah ein Elefant auf. Es war einfach nur beeindruckend. Was danach folgte war alles so viel Glück. Neben ganz vielen Elefanten durften wir Giraffen, Zebras, Gazellen, Sträuße, Affen und vieles mehr betrachten. Als kleines Highlight ganz zum Schluss entdeckten wir 6 Löwinnen im Baum. Wir waren sprachlos. Mit ganz vielen wundervollen Emotionen und einem gut gefüllten Bauch schliefen wir in unseren Zelten ein. Am nächsten Morgen mussten wir bereits um 5:30 Uhr aufstehen. Nur so viel vorweg… es hat sich mehr als gelohnt. Wir fuhren wir zum Ngorongoro Crater. Man geht davon aus, dass der Ngorongoro-Krater vor etwa 2,5 Millionen Jahren entstand, als der Kegel eines aktiven Vulkans nach einer gewaltigen Eruption nach innen kollabierte. Jetzt liegt im Crater ein riesiger See, wo sich alle Tiere versammeln und friedlich zusammen leben. Zunächst konnten wir den Crater von oben betrachten. Es wirkte einfach nur unendlich. Bereits dort waren wir von der Natur mehr als beeindruckt. Unten im Crater angekommen ähnelte einfach alles König der Löwen. Insgesamt waren wir 6 Stunden dort und kamen die ganze Zeit nicht mehr aus dem Staunen heraus. Bereits am Anfang entdeckten wir viele Löwen ganz nah. Gefolgt von Gnus, Zebras, Gazellen, Wasserbüffeln, Flamingos, Nilpferden, Hyänen, Warzen Schweinen und vielen bunten Vögeln. Von weiter Entfernung durften wir zweimal Nashörner betrachten. Auch mehrere Elefanten waren wieder hautnah und liefen um die Autos herum. Kurz vor unserer Mittagspause setzten sich dann noch ein Löwe und eine Löwin vor unser Auto. Diese Tiere aus nächster Nähe zu betrachten war einfach nur magisch. Mit meinem neuen Objektiv hat das Fotografieren noch mehr Spaß gemacht und ich konnte viele Tiere, die weiter entfernt waren, perfekt einfangen. Geschafft von den ganzen Eindrücken und dem langen Tag fuhren wir wieder in unser Camp zurück. Wir erzählten uns noch Stunden von unserem Abenteuer und erfreuten uns an unseren Bildern. Von den Big Five haben wir vier gesehen: Den Elefanten, das Nashorn, den Büffel und den Löwen. Der Leopard konnte sich leider nicht zeigen… Am nächsten Morgen fuhren uns unsere Guides zu einem Fahrrad-Treffpunkt. Wir schnappten uns alle ein Fahrrad und los ging die Tour. Wir fuhren zu Reisfeldern, durch ein kleines Dorf und durch eine große Bananenplantage. Wir besuchten einen Markt und lernten viel über Obst und Gewürze.