#Forbidden Fruit for Andrew

[rypnami]

amortentia headcanons

idk i got to thinking about what you would smell if you were attracted to the different NPCs. not an original idea but i wanted to have fun! (image taken from google, i don’t know who made it sorry!)

sebastian: the strongest smell is that of smoke. it’s reminiscent of him teaching you confringo, as well as his self-proclaimed preference for more fiery forms of magic. you will also smell hints of ink, and parchment. it reminds you of all those late night study sessions you two have. there’s a hint of old books, like the time you snuck into the restricted section together.

ominis: you’ll smell a hint of his favourite hand lotion (because i hc he is a rabid lotion user). similar to sebastian’s, you’ll smell ink, although it will be more stale, as if it’s been sitting open for a few days, because he’s been too busy pondering just the right thing to write to you. it will smell like your favourite flower, which he took the time to find out and bring to you at almost any occasion, just because.

garreth: cinnamon rolls definitely, as garreth weasley is the living embodiment of a cinnamon roll. there would be a bit of a smoky smell, the aftermath of yet another potion disaster. it would smell woodsy, reminding you of hours spent together in the forbidden forest, looking for ingredients for his latest experiments. and, of course, fizzing whizbees, whatever they may smell like.

natty: you would smell the flower desert rose. also from matabeleland, it’s beautiful but deadly, much like natty. her amortentia would smell very outdoorsy, as you spend a lot of your time together on adventures through the forbidden forest, the highlands, wherever. there might be a bit of the smell of hippogriffs.

leander: the first thing you would smell is chocolate. that boy loves sweets, and always has some on him to share. there would be hints of broom wax, from how much you try to help him get better at balancing on a broom. you spend a lot of time together in the greenhouses, so you would likely also smell fresh soil and dittany leaves. there’s definitely the strong smell of butterbeer, which is his favourite drink.

amit: coffee. he has a crippling caffeine addiction due to being up late to study the stars, and that definitely comes out in his amortentia. it would smell a bit like citrus, as i hc he enjoys that kind of fruit and flavour in his tea. parchment is also definitely and underlying scent.

andrew: there would be a strong scent of your favourite tea- as a tea drinker, he would always go out of his way to also have a cup ready for you, especially if you were going to have a long study session. based on all the time you spend together in beasts class, it’s a certainty to have a hint of the smell of creature fur, although not unpleasant. also a bit like lavender, just because that’s the kind of vibe i get from him.

[stellarislune]

Andrew x Darling ; Rewind pt. 2

alternate universe where, two years after your failed confession towards andrew, you became his teacher assistant instead! 🤭

here's the link to part one! make sure to read it first.

YOUR POV

Two weeks after that day.

Here you are at Professor Andrew's office.

It's a neat workspace with his table and swivel chair at the far right of the office. It's a new one, it seems. Probably bought not far from a month ago. How do you know? Because you’re a psychic.

You snort to yourself and then you shake your head, feeling silly for distracting yourself from what you’re doing.

Right now, you’re sorting suspended files stacked and stored on his set of cabinets and shelves lined up against the left of the room. According to him, he did not let Luca touch the files since he filed for a one year leave prior to his engagement with his boyfriend—now fiancé.

Based on his words, you quote, "With him and those files around, he won't be able to leave at all. He's far from the skittish, clumsy assistant that I knew of when he first started. He's passionate and hardworking. He's dedicated to finishing on time. He's quite the perfectionist, .. it's almost an obsession for him to perform at best. Ah— I'm rambling. Just make sure to file them per year. I bought face masks to avoid inhaling dust, it's on my first drawer on the table. Use it."

Luca probably will be reluctant to leave with work unfinished, you agree with him. So, with a mask on and a ton (you’re exaggerating) of folders and files, you began to sort each into their subjective years. A few of the files were former submissions from students throughout the years and let's say you have had a good time reading through a few funny and profound reads in between filing.

“The forbiddenness of a fruit..” You trail off, squinting. The handwriting on the paper has been smudged. You can barely make out what the rest of the sentence was. You pulled the paper closer to your eyes in hopes that, by doing so, you can see the words clearly.

“-even makes the taste of a lemon sweet’, is what it says.” A voice continues. “By Mokokoma Mokhonoana.”

The room is suddenly filled with static energy. One spark and it’ll catch fire. You hadn't realized that you were too absorbed into your work that he was right behind you already; snapping you back into reality.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

The room is on fire and you’re the only one seeing it burning.

You lifted my eyes at him in an attempt to steal a glance, and then you resigned yourself back to work.

You cleared your throat and greeted, "Good afternoon, Professor."

"Ever so polite like always, aren't you?" Andrew jests.

“Uhm, Yes..?" You reply, not sure what to say. "I'm, uh, done sorting the files from the first cabinet and it's all of the 2019 ones, Sir." Might as well give your work report instead. You hurriedly dropped the paper you were reading. While the passage was interesting like most of the submitted works, they are still not yours to mess with.

“I see.”

“Yeah.” Awkward.

"So much work done in so little time. I commend that. Here, take this."

Andrew reaches for his bag and retrieves a medium-sized can with a label named ‘Blended Brews’.

You turned to him and accepted it, seeing how it’ll be rude if you do reject it. It felt cold against your hand.

"—I was thinking of having it myself but I already picked up coffee from the main office. It's iced caramel macchiato. If you don't like it, just keep it there nonetheless. You might get thirsty." He adds, walking away to put his bag onto his desk. Stretching his arms before sitting down in his swivel chair.

You stare at the coffee he probably got from one of the vending machines for a while. Then, you responded, “Ah, y-yes. I’ll keep this for later.” You laugh sheepishly before setting it to your side. “Thank you, Sir.”

Silence follows.

If you remember correctly, he is a workaholic. Always in his office, never out, unless he has classes. While the usual professors may be glad to have their classes end, he always looks a tad bit sad whenever classes finish in your perspective.

You heave a sigh.

“You..”, Andrew began, making you glance at him. He clears his throat and continues,“-you don’t have to call me Sir or Professor, you know. We’re colleagues now, and you’re my assistant. That grants us both the privilege of calling each other by name, yes?”

That does make sense. Is it awkward for him perhaps to be called as such since you are no longer a student? Perhaps. Who knows? Another sigh follows.

“Very well,” you cleared your throat, "As you wish, Andrew.”

You did not know whether it was the way you said it but that garnered a hearty laugh from him. His eyes glistening as he shakes his head. His face is the epitome of amusement.

“With how you spoke, it almost catapults me back to the Medieval era,” His lips lifted a little to the side, forming a mischievous smile. “Are you gonna call me ‘My liege’ next, Listener?”

His gaze bore through yours, your eyes staring right into each other.

Your breath hitches.

Just like the first time your heart raced this fast. Being able to openly look at him without the fear of any other assumptions does something to you.

Andrew has always been beautiful in your eyes, and seeing him like this right now just hardens that thought in your head.

“I might?” You responded cheekily upon gathering yourself. “Or would you prefer ‘Your Royal Highness?’”

“That would be incongruent with how I am—I'd worry too much about taxes, security, and healthcare in my head, that I'll probably end up on the guillotine. Or—I'll be too strict that the commonfolk will initiate a coup against me.” Andrew chided.

“A royal advisor, then?” You grinned. You tried not to snort upon hearing the rather grim hypothesis that Andrew responded with.

“Hm, fitting. Did the option ‘troubadour’ never come to your mind?” (troubadours - lyric poet musicians who usually sing of courtly love in the 13th century). Andrew swings his chair to the left, the angle now facing towards you. He opens his mouth as if to continue further, but he closes it. Then, he says, “Nevermind. I'm interfering with your work now—”

“You'd make lovely pieces,” You interrupted as you sorted the last folders on your left. It contained nothing but old, unreadable papers so you’re keeping them for shredding later on. 

“Oh? And have you read any of my work for you to hypothesize such a statement?” His voice sounds.. intrigued. 

“You are a literature and history professor. Isn't that a natural assumption?”

“Touché.” Andrew chuckles, his eyes shining with interest. 

The atmosphere seemed lighter now. The worries you have running in your head are just melting like glaciers underneath the sun’s direct rays.

You thought working with Andrew might be too taxing for you. You fear disappointing him now, like how you feared disappointing him with mediocre submissions way, way back when he was your literature professor. 

However, thinking of it now..

It’s not so bad after all.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Watch out for part 3 SOON! 💖

[beeblelady]

"The Forbiddenness Of A Fruit Makes Even The Taste Of A Lemon So Sweet."

Another Andrew Marston Aesthetic Board I made yesterday

Art by: @ysa-sensei

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[watchinghallmark]

Presumably finishing out Hallmark Mystery's pre-Christmas schedule, Curious Caterer: Forbidden Fruit (previously titled Drumstick Drama - which I personally prefer) will premiere on October 11th!

Goldy Berry caters a VIP concert and goes on a date with Tom. Starring Nikki DeLoach and Andrew Walker.

[haveyoureadthisqueerbook]

Tash Hearts Tolstoy, Kathryn Ormsbee, ace

Transmogrify! 14 Fantastical Tales of Trans Magic, edited by g haron davis, trans and many other things

The Secret History, Donna Tart, mlm

Black Water Sister, Zen Cho, lesbian

Spell Bound F T Lukens, nb/m romance

In Deeper Waters, F T Lukens, mlm

So This is Ever After, F T Lukens, mlm

Hench, Natalie Zina Walschots, bi main character

Legends and Lattes, Travis Baldree, wlw

She Drives Me Crazy, Kelly Quindlen, wlw

The Atlas Six, Olivie Blake, idk everyone's bi

These Violent Delights, Micah Nemerever, mlm

The Ruthless Lady's Guide to Wizardry, C M Waggoner, wlw

The Girls I've Been, Tess Sharpe, wlw

Lycanthropy and Other Chronic Illnesses, Kristen O'Neal, bi main character

Between Perfect and Real, Ray Stoeve, trans main character

Kemosha of the Caribbean, Alex Wheatle, wlw

Tarnished are the Stars, Rosiee Thor, aro and wlw rep

Golden Boys, Phil Stamper, mlm

Vespertine, Margaret Rogerson, aroace

Malibu Rising, Taylor Jenkins Reid, lesbian part-main-character (one of four)

The Henna Wars, Adiba Jaigirdar, wlw

I'm Afraid of Men, Vivek Shraya, trans author (autobiographical)

The Gilded Wolves trilogy, Roshani Chokshi, mlm and poly rep

That Inevitable Victorian Thing, E K Johnston, wlw and intersex rep

Girls of Paper and Fire, Natasha Ngan, wlw

Daja's Book, Tamora Pierce, wlw

If We Were Villains, M L Rio, mlm

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, Taylor Jenkins Reid, wlw

Ramona Blue, Julie Murphy, sapphic but questioning main character

The Fascinators, Andrew Eliopulos, mlm

An Absolutely Remarkable Thing, Hank Green, bi main character

On a Sunbeam, Tillie Walden, wlw

Wilder Girls, Rory Power, wlw

Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit, Jaye Robin Brown, wlw

We Are Totally Normal, Naomi Kanakia, mlm and some unaddressed trans undertones

Like a Love Story, Abdi Nazemian, mlm

Pet, Akwaeke Emezi

The Girl of Hawthorn and Glass, Adan Jerreat-Poole, nb gay queer rep

Finding Home series, Hari Conner, mlm

The Sea in You, Jessi Sheron, wlw

Love Letters, Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West, wlw

The Summer of Jordie Perez, Amy Spalding, wlw

I Was Born for This, Alice Oseman, trans, mlm, and unlabelled main characters

Radio Silence, Alice Oseman, demisexual and bi main characters

Ash, Malinda Lo, lesbians

Our Wives Under the Sea, Julia Armfield, trans and wlw main characters

Confessions of Frannie Langton, Sara Collins, wlw

A Taste of Gold and Iron, Alexandra Rowland, mlm

Even Though I Knew the End, C L Polk, wlw

Huntress, Malinda Lo, wlw

Hope that's better, sorry I missed the submissions form! I checked everything against your list so these are all new.

These are finally all queued! Thanks for your patience :)

[sbrown82]

How did Keith take Ronnie’s virginity when she was with married to Phil? When did they live 15 minutes from each other? Is it the same apartment where Mick lived around Jimi, Steve, and PP?

Ronnie met her future husband, producer Phil Spector in 1963, but claimed she didn’t lose her virginity until they got married in 1968. She was also unaware that he was already married at the time they started dating. 

In 1964, during the Ronettes’ European tour where they headlined with the Rolling Stones, she met Keith Richards. Before the girls even arrived from the states, Phil sent a telegram to the Stones’ manager Andrew Loog Oldham saying, “Keep the Stones away from my girls”. So, of course they became like forbidden fruit to all the guys, especially Mick, Keith and Brian who actually ended up dating all 3 of them. They were in love, but their relationship was very clandestine, and Keith claimed they had to sneak around a lot just to spend time with each other. They held hands, tongue kissed, shared the same bed, etc.

Here’s a quote from his book, Life: 

“The first time I went to heaven was when I awoke with Ronnie (later Spector!) Bennett asleep with a smile on her face. We were kids. It doesn't get any better than that. Just more refined. What can I say? She took me to her parents' house, took me to her bedroom. Several times, but that was the first time. And I'm just a guitar player. You know what I mean?”

He also said:

“I found myself in Ronnie’s room one day on that U.K. tour – Strand Palace Hotel – she was packing to head off to the next stop. I don’t even remember how I did it, you know, I got into her room. It was a bit of magic, you know. A slight trick of the hand. Phil looked away, Phil walked away, or something. Phil made like a tree and I made my move. I was only 20 you know, my turtle neck shirt all the way up to my chin, my hair down over my ears. Ronnie was 20 also; a couple of kids. Every move she made shot electricity through my bones: The way she smelled, the way she smiled, the way she packed her shirt in her suitcase on the bed in the hotel room - I loved her, you know! But listen, man…a gentleman never tells, you know what I mean? But I will say, we got around to doing more than just looking at each other when we could find ourselves alone without the watchful eye of Phil Spector bearing down on us. I was a bit afraid of his wrath, of his jealousy, afraid of what he could do to me, to my career, you know, if he found out. Because he was a music industry into himself at that time, you know what I mean?! I guess the part of me that didn’t give a fuck beat out the part of me that was concerned. You know, we weren’t the anti-Beatles for nothin’, man….Phil Spector expected that the world would obey his orders and leave Ronnie alone, but, I’m not the world am I now?!”

And it's true, before her passing, Keith and Ronnie did live 15 minutes away from each other in Connecticut and even shared the same dentist. Ronnie even once said, "Keith [Richards] always sends me flowers. I mean, he lives 15 minutes away from me."

[lurking-latinist]

Time for another round of Andrew Marvell Is Weird About Plants!

"The Mower against Gardens"

Andrew Marvell

Luxurious man, to bring his vice in use, Did after him the world seduce, And from the fields the flowers and plants allure, Where nature was most plain and pure. He first enclosed within the gardens square A dead and standing pool of air, And a more luscious earth for them did knead, Which stupified them while it fed. The pink grew then as double as his mind; The nutriment did change the kind. With strange perfumes he did the roses taint, And flowers themselves were taught to paint. The tulip, white, did for complexion seek, And learned to interline its cheek: Its onion root they then so high did hold, That one was for a meadow sold. Another world was searched, through oceans new, To find the Marvel of Peru. And yet these rarities might be allowed To man, that sovereign thing and proud, Had he not dealt between the bark and tree, Forbidden mixtures there to see. No plant now knew the stock from which it came; He grafts upon the wild the tame: That th’ uncertain and adulterate fruit Might put the palate in dispute. His green seraglio has its eunuchs too, Lest any tyrant him outdo. And in the cherry he does nature vex, To procreate without a sex. ’Tis all enforced, the fountain and the grot, While the sweet fields do lie forgot: Where willing nature does to all dispense A wild and fragrant innocence: And fauns and fairies do the meadows till, More by their presence than their skill. Their statues, polished by some ancient hand, May to adorn the gardens stand: But howsoe’er the figures do excel, The gods themselves with us do dwell.

English gardens in the 17th century were often designed along complex geometric patterns, carefully laid out with different areas designated for different types of plants. (details and photos: https://www.english-heritage.org.uk/learn/story-of-england/stuarts/landscape/)

You may recognize the "Mower" character from other poems of Marvell's--I think I most recently posted "The Mower to the Glow-worms"?--anyway, here, he contrasts the natural with the unnatural/artificial both in horticulture and society. There's a certain deliberately jarring irony, I think, in the equation of what we may think of as productive agricultural technologies with social, economic, and sexual corruption and disruption. (Note the allusion to the then quite contemporary tulip bubble!) Does the poem come down against innovation? Or does it hint that the fantasized Golden Age--natural, innocent, productive yet virginal--is not quite possible, or at least does not contain the whole of human happiness? Convenient fountains and grafted fruit are kind of nice. Or is the price too high after all? (Or does even that formulation of the question reveal a capitalist, tulip-trading way of thinking that is incompatible with the Mower's way of life?) (Does Marvell agree with the Mower? Can we know?)

Like "The Garden," which I posted earlier in what appears to be becoming a series, this poem features a single human figure in a world of plants. In "The Garden," however, the main contrast was between the busy, ambitious world of humans and the quiet of the garden, which was framed as an Edenic and even pre-Eve state, full of almost erotic pleasures but without the pressure of passion. "The Mower against Gardens" addresses similar themes but reshuffles the metaphor, placing a divide within the botanical world between the cultivated garden and the natural fields.

Tune in next time I think of it for, oh, possibly "The Definition of Love"?

[angeryed]

Music recommendations with famous characters 🎶

Author’s note: this is shorter than most of my posts, but I hope y’all like it (:

Do tell me if you want more of this! Much feedback is appreciated <33

┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐

Dorian Gray

In his downfall of sin, lust and desire, how could he object to snobbery and opera?

exchange of souls with the portrait, Devil and self

discovery of his portrait’s corruption

deluge in sin. Half-eaten forbidden fruit in hand, juice staining Basil’s handkerchief

his charm masked his true form; draped in the cellar below his ballroom of lies

life returns to normal; it was not till they had examined the rings that they recognized who it was.

..••°°°°••..

Victor Frankenstein

He touched the blood on his scalp, weeping of a scholar’s doom

a short lived childhood of ill-fated innocence

the death of childhood heralds reason’s lacrimosa

Victor’s wedding march, sincerely played by the monster

a flicker of an end, his journey of discovery lost because of knowledge’s curse

Liszt: Faribolo pasteur — Love, Robert Walton

..••°°°°••..

Beth March

Could things have been different?

Liszt: Apparition No. 1 — her birth breathed a gentle lullaby. Even in life, moonlight blanketed her for heaven’s coffin.

Schumann: Kinderszenen — her life glazed by like a memory.

Chopin: Grande Valse Brillante Op. 18 — she plays for you, Jo March. And Amy and Meg and Marmee. Like a springtime cricket in the dead of summer, reaching the coda on the last of its strings.

Schubert: Fantasia for piano D. 940 I. Allegro molto moderato — she waved farewell to Jo, waiting for her.

Chopin: Valse de l’adieu Op. 69 No. 1

..••°°°°••..

Heathcliff

A consumption of rage, fury and insanity; fuelled from the woodland of a foreign Wuthering Heights

Chopin: March Funèbre — he lived, died and dreamt alone

Chopin: Op. 10 No. 3 “Tristesse” — a short-lived romance, the closest thing to love he felt

Chopin: Nocturne Op. 48 No. 1 — Maturity takes away a lot of things

Tchaikovsky: March Slave — All he wanted was Catherine. Even in death, there is her corpse

La La Land: City of Stars — Maybe in the afterlife

┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐

I hope y’all liked it <33

Much feedback is appreciated ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

29th May >> Mass Readings (USA)

Mary, Mother of the Church 

on

Monday, Eight Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: White: A(1))

(There is no choice between ferial and memorial readings today, because all readings are proper to the memorial)

Either:

First Reading Genesis 3:9-15, 20 The mother of all the living.

After the man, Adam, had eaten of the tree, the LORD God called to the man and asked him, “Where are you?” He answered, “I heard you in the garden; but I was afraid, because I was naked, so I hid myself.” Then he asked, “Who told you that you were naked? You have eaten, then, from the tree of which I had forbidden you to eat!” The man replied, “The woman whom you put here with me– she gave me fruit from the tree, and so I ate it.” The LORD God then asked the woman, “Why did you do such a thing?” The woman answered, “The serpent tricked me into it, so I ate it.” Then the LORD God said to the serpent:

“Because you have done this, you shall be banned from all the animals and from all the wild creatures; On your belly shall you crawl, and dirt shall you eat all the days of your life. I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; He will strike at your head, while you strike at his heel.”

The man called his wife Eve, because she became the mother of all the living.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Or:

First Reading Acts of the Apostles 1:12-14 All these devoted themselves with one accord to prayer together with Mary, the Mother of Jesus.

After Jesus had been taken up into heaven, the Apostles returned to Jerusalem from the mount called Olivet, which is near Jerusalem, a sabbath day’s journey away. When they entered the city they went to the upper room where they were staying, Peter and John and James and Andrew, Philip and Thomas, Bartholomew and Matthew, James son of Alphaeus, Simon the Zealot, and Judas son of James. All these devoted themselves with one accord to prayer, together with some women, and Mary the mother of Jesus, and his brothers.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 87:1b-3,5,6-7

R/ Glorious things are said of you, O city of God!

His foundation upon the holy mountains the LORD loves: The gates of Zion, more than any dwelling of Jacob.

R/ Glorious things are said of you, O city of God!

Glorious things are said of you, O city of God! Of Zion they shall say: “One and all were born in her; And he who has established her is the Most High LORD.”

R/ Glorious things are said of you, O city of God!

They shall note, when the peoples are enrolled: “This man was born there.” And all shall sing, in their festive dance: “My home is within you.”

R/ Glorious things are said of you, O city of God!

Gospel Acclamation

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy are you, holy Virgin Mary, and most worthy of all praise, for from you arose the sun of justice, Christ our God. Alleluia!

Gospel John 19:25-34 Behold, your son. Behold, your mother.

Standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary of Magdala. When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple there whom he loved he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son.” Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother.” And from that hour the disciple took her into his home.

After this, aware that everything was now finished, in order that the Scripture might be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I thirst.” There was a vessel filled with common wine. So they put a sponge soaked in wine on a sprig of hyssop and put it up to his mouth. When Jesus had taken the wine, he said, “It is finished.” And bowing his head, he handed over the spirit.

Now since it was preparation day, in order that the bodies might not remain on the cross on the sabbath, for the sabbath day of that week was a solemn one, the Jews asked Pilate that their legs be broken and that they be taken down. So the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first and then of the other one who was crucified with Jesus. But when they came to Jesus and saw that he was already dead, they did not break his legs, but one soldier thrust his lance into his side, and immediately blood and water flowed out.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[pgoeltz]

Nemesis

Song by Shriekback

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In a jungle of the senses

Tinkerbell and Jack the ripper

Love has no meaning, not where they come from

But we know pleasure is not that simple

Very little fruit is forbidden

Sometimes we wobble, sometimes we're strong

But you know evil is an exact science

Being carefully correctly wrong

Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals

Everybody happy as the dead come home

Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis

No one move a muscle as the dead come home

We feel like Greeks, we feel like Romans

Centaurs and monkeys just cluster round us

We drink elixirs that we refine

From the juices of the dying

We are no monsters, we're moral people

And yet we have the strength to do this

This is the splendor of our achievement

Call in the air strike with a poison kiss

Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals

Everybody happy as the dead come home

Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis

No one move a muscle as the dead come home

Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals

Everybody happy as the dead come home

Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis

No one move a muscle as the dead come home

How bad it gets, you can't imagine

The burning wax, the breath of reptiles

God is not mocked, he owns our business

Karma could take us at any moment

Cover him up, I think we're finished

You know it's never been so exotic

But I don't know, my dreams are visions

We could still end up with the great big fishes

Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals

Everybody happy as the dead come home

Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis

No one move a muscle as the dead come home

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Barry William Andrews / Carl Marsh / David Allen / Martyn Barker

Nemesis lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

[youllalwaysfindyourwaybackhome]

(70/75) The Mower against Gardens - Andrew Marvell

Luxurious man, to bring his vice in use,

Did after him the world seduce,

And from the fields the flowers and plants allure,

Where nature was most plain and pure.

He first enclosed within the gardens square

A dead and standing pool of air,

And a more luscious earth for them did knead,

Which stupified them while it fed.

The pink grew then as double as his mind;

The nutriment did change the kind.

With strange perfumes he did the roses taint,

And flowers themselves were taught to paint.

The tulip, white, did for complexion seek,

And learned to interline its cheek:

Its onion root they then so high did hold,

That one was for a meadow sold.

Another world was searched, through oceans new,

To find the Marvel of Peru.

And yet these rarities might be allowed

To man, that sovereign thing and proud,

Had he not dealt between the bark and tree,

Forbidden mixtures there to see.

No plant now knew the stock from which it came;

He grafts upon the wild the tame:

That th’ uncertain and adulterate fruit

Might put the palate in dispute.

His green seraglio has its eunuchs too,

Lest any tyrant him outdo.

And in the cherry he does nature vex,

To procreate without a sex.

’Tis all enforced, the fountain and the grot,

While the sweet fields do lie forgot:

Where willing nature does to all dispense

A wild and fragrant innocence:

And fauns and fairies do the meadows till,

More by their presence than their skill.

Their statues, polished by some ancient hand,

May to adorn the gardens stand:

But howsoe’er the figures do excel,

The gods themselves with us do dwell.

[nijjhar]

Captions - John 12v20-33:- Jesus appreciated the Greek customers. Unless... John 12v20-33:- Jesus appreciated the Greek customers. Unless you bury your tribal "Ego", you cannot enter into the Royal Kingdom of God Above of the Sadhus. https://youtu.be/Gbrl71DZ2A8 Hello, I am Mr. R Nijjhar, a retired lecturer in Metallurgy. I am a scientist who had been not to a University or College to study the dead letters of the Old and the New Testaments and get drunk with the Old Wine desiring not the New. Let the dead bury their dead. The Gospel Truth is for the living in the holy spirit, which is “common sense” called “Surti” in Punjabi. I am a New Skin capable of holding the New Wine Brewed through logical reasoning called “Intuition” and you are taught by God Himself if you are totally “Impartial” like a little child. Holy Gospel of our SUPERNATURAL FATHER of our “souls” Elohim, Allah, ParBrahm, etc., delivered by the first Anointed Christ, which in Punjabi we call Satguru Jesus of the highest living God Elohim that dwells within His most beautiful living Temple of God created by the greatest artist demiurge potter, the lord of the Nature Yahweh, Brahma, Khudah, etc. and it is called Harmandir or “Emmanuel” if you are not “greedy” according to Saint John 12,20-33. Now there were some Greeks among those who had come up to worship at the feast. They came to Philip, who was from Bethsaida in Galilee, and asked him, "Sir with Great Honour, we would like to see Jesus." That is, all the Labourers, twice-born Talmidim, were so well trained in Preaching the Gospel that they didn’t know who is the Real Christ Jesus. Philip went and told Andrew; then Andrew and Philip went and told Jesus. Jesus answered them, "The hour has come for the Son of Man to be honoured and not glorified. We glorify our Supernatural Father Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc. with Whose grace we are known to Christ Jesus. No Christ, the Innerman, in your own heart, you cannot know Christ Jesus. That is, Christ is known to the Christs and not the Christians of the forbidden Jewish Leaven, the Bible. Amen, amen, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat, tribal son of Man, falls to the ground, buries his tribal “Ego” and dies, turns into the Plant to bear the Fruit, it remains just a grain of wheat in “Ego” as the Jewish people were very proud of being the Chosen People or the sons of the Noble Abraham. Still, if it dies in “Ego” and living in the Holy Spirit, Saint as James, the Just was stressing that in God, there is neither a Jew or Gentile but all are equal Sons of Elohim, the Saint Melchizedek, a Sadhu that have no tribal identity. They are the “Mustard Seed”, that produces much fruit like the Anointed “Mustard Seed”, the Second Adam, Christ Jesus. Whoever loves his tribal life in “Ego”, loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world, becomes most humble by burying his tribal ego of the “seed” or becomes most humble in the holy spirit turning his other cheek will preserve it for eternal life or Resurrection as demonstrated by the poor Lazarus against the haughty rich man who lost his life or chances of earning the Resurrection. Whoever serves me by joining Hands with me on a Fellowship basis, must do the Will of my Father Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc. and not follow me as the spiritually blind follow others as they follow the Antichrist Pope, and where I am in the Royal Kingdom of God that has a low for humble and Narrow for the solitary Gate, there also will my Brethren and NOT servant, corruption by the Messianic Jews, the Husbandmen of the Winepress, the Temple, the Thieves who jumped over the Wall of the Mammon-Free Church of God for the Royal Priests to ponder over His Word on a Fellowship Basis. Here is the corruption “served” by, be. The Father will honour whoever serves Him on the Round Table Fellowship with our Bridegroom Christ Jesus sitting among us and not me, a corruption." I am troubled now that mine own have rejected me. Yet what should I say? 'Father, save me from this hour'? But it was for this purpose that I came to this hour that someone appreciates what I do to Glorify my Father. Father, We, Your Sons, glorify your name." Then a voice came from heaven, "I have honoured my faithful Sons who have glorified Me and I will honour and not glorify, them again." The crowd there heard it and said it was thunder; but others said, "An Angel has spoken to Him." Jesus answered and said, "This Voice did not come for my sake but for yours who are keen to know my Father. Now, this Dark Age in which everyone is Taught by God and God takes account of everybody, is the time of judgment by God and not the crook Rabbis as they used to judge the people when, they were honest and not greedy, on this world; now the ruler of this world, the crook Rabbis and Brahmins will be driven out of the Way of God. And when I am lifted up from the earth, I will draw everyone to myself as the Bridegroom who will look after His Vigin Solitary Brides, the Saints." He said this indicating the kind of death that He, the “Royal King Of Righte

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FATHER CAMNIEL DEVINE.

FACECLAIM: Andrew Scott. AGE: 6000+ (25-30 in human verses). GENDER: Male. OCCUPATION: Priest. SPECIES: Archangel. SEXUALITY: Pansexual. NATIONALITY: Irish. EYE COLOUR: Brown. HAIR: Short, black. HEIGHT: 5"8. SCARS: None. LANGUAGES: English / Gaelic / Welsh / Latin / Italian. ZODIAC: Libra, October 21st. SKILLS & HOBBIES: Invulnerability / Immortal / Can sense love in all forms / Reading / Charity work. MEDICAL: None.LIKES: Cigarettes / Coffee / Romance movies. DISLIKES: Anyone who preaches hate instead of love. CONNECTIONS: None.

BIOGRAPHY

Camniel is an Archangel, created during the building of the Universe and tasked to watch over God's creations on Earth. In the beginning, when Adam and Eve were ejected from the Garden of Eden for eating forbidden fruit, Camniel was sent to comfort them before they were left alone in the wilderness. He was also present to comfort Jesus before his crucifixion.

Camniel has spent a long time on Earth since then, mainly prayed to throughout human history by those seeking something. This has led to him being known as the ‘angel of lost things’, most notably those who are seeking peace, God’s love, forgiveness, understanding and strength/courage during a time of conflict.

In order to feel close to God while working on Earth, Cam opted to become a part of the human priesthood, lecturing often on the topic of love. He’s always been drawn to it, able to sense all forms of love clearly but also eager to help others find it and nurture it. Dealing with humans over thousands of years has only made this more important to him, seeing it as his ongoing mission on Earth- and so far, has been unchallenged by God.

Spending so much time among humans had an effect on him, however, and in the late eighties Cam found himself falling for a member of his congregation. Knowing that relations between angels and humans were forbidden, he did his absolute best to keep a distance, but found that it was too difficult to quell the feelings he’d developed. He became involved in a brief but deeply loving romance before a disapproving visit from his fellow Archangels put an end to it.

VERSES

Main Camniel, Archangel of Strength and Love, has been living on Earth since creation. Posing as a priest, he spreads God’s message about love as best he can- even though he hasn’t heard from God in a long time. Faithful to his mission and truly believing in the power of love, Camniel has grown to enjoy life on Earth, even though he tries to hold humans at arms length when it comes to relationships.

Good Omens A verse that covers all events, from the Garden of Eden up to the aftermath of the Apocalypse being averted. Cam is trying to find his place after the confusion by continuing his work on Earth, preaching about love and doing all he can to protect it.

Human In this verse Father Cam Devine is an ordinary human priest who left his church in Ireland after some personal drama and started life over in London. He’s in his late 30’s.

Van Helsing Another human verse, Camniel is a priest who specializes in hunting vampires and demons, reporting back to the Holy Order in the depths of the Vatican.

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Andrew Wommack Devotional 6th December 2023 – Where’s Your Focus.

TOPIC: Where’s Your Focus. Matthew 27:4 ‘Saying, I have sinned in that I have betrayed the innocent blood. And they said, What is that to us? see thou to that.’ TEXT: MATHEW 27:4ANDREW WOMMACK MESSAGE FOR TODAYThese Jews, who had courted Judas’ favor to obtain his cooperation in arresting Jesus, cared nothing for Judas. They had simply used him. The devil’s crowd may flatter as long as they can use you, but you can be assured that when there is no longer anything in it for them, they will forsake you just as the chief priests did Judas.The serpent didn’t come to Eve in the garden threatening to bite her if she didn’t eat of the forbidden fruit. Instead, he came with deception, presenting himself as being concerned for her welfare. Satan’s greatest weapon is deceit.Just as a football player, a boxer, or military man’s success depends partly on how well he knows his opponent(s), so believers must not be ignorant of Satan’s devices. Jesus stripped Satan of all his authority (Mt. 28:18). The power that Satan uses against us now, is deception. Those who ascribe other powers to him have already fallen prey to one of his lies. The devil deceives us and uses our own power and authority against us. The thing that makes deception so deadly is that those who are deceived don’t know it. Once they realize they are deceived, they aren’t deceived any more.The best defense against the devil is to be so God-centered that you give no place to Satan. People who are very sensitive to the devil’s presence usually are so at the expense of being sensitive to the Lord’s presence. David said, ‘If I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there’ (Ps. 139:8). Anytime Satan’s oppression is present, God’s presence is there too (Heb. 13:5). It’s just a matter of where our focus is. Focusing on the devil is a trick of the devil. Choose to focus on God. Read the full article

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BETTER DAY by Karen Deen Release Blitz Release Date: March 26, 2023 Cover Design: The Book Cover Boutique Photographer: Golden Czermak @ FuriousFotog Model: Andrew James Genre: Romantic Suspense Trope: Forbidden love, secret relationship

I’ve learned I can’t breathe without her in my life, and she’s a love that’s so unexpected, I can’t deny my heart.

She’s the forbidden fruit I shouldn’t want, but now that I know what she tastes like, it’s no longer an option. Our life doesn’t make sense, but being together is impossible to fight.

I’m her protector, her heart safely wrapped in my hands and her body the place I worship her beauty. When you give your soul to another and receive hers in return, nothing can come between that.

Until it does.

I’ll do whatever it takes to save this. Because you can’t have her… she’s MINE!

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I’ve learned I can’t breathe without her in my life, and she’s a love that’s so unexpected, I can’t deny my heart.

She’s the forbidden fruit I shouldn’t want, but now that I know what she tastes like, it’s no longer an option. Our life doesn’t make sense, but being together is impossible to fight.

I’m her protector, her heart safely wrapped in my hands and her body the place I worship her beauty. When you give your soul to another and receive hers in return, nothing can come between that.

Until it does.

I’ll do whatever it takes to save this. Because you can’t have her…she’s MINE!

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