#He didn't have to/shouldn't have done any of this

[tactical-jellyfish]

The Mistakes That Have Been Made

Part Three <3 The fluff before the storm

Warnings!: Angst, angst, and more angst. Reader will be MAD sad for most of this. Poorly-practiced, unhealthy polyamory. Reader will experience a LOT of gender and body dysphoria over the course of this (though I will do my best to keep it gender-neutral throughout, bear with me), but there WILL be comfort over that.

Training with Gary was a good idea, no matter how much you hate to admit it.

He forced you to take it easy, as much as you griped at him for it. You could do more. You knew you could do more. But the both of you knew damn well that you shouldn't be doing any more, either.

It was a simple hour. He did the exercises with you, mostly simple stretches and the like.

As infuriating as it was, you felt much calmer after. Maybe that was because you'd managed to avoid your team up until now. You hadn't had to look at any of them today.

That was oddly relieving, but the way he was looking at you wasn't. Gary was scanning you like he was trying to figure something out, between friendly jokes and quiet banter. It wigged you out a little, but when you tried to go to the showers, as usual, he stopped you with a hand on your hoodie-clad shoulder.

"You know you're not supposed to wet the dressings, right?"

His soft voice is right next to your ear, the muffled heat of his breath thankfully not making you shiver as it usually would, thanks to the mask.

"But I've still gotta shower, y-"

Gary chuckles gently, and pulls you (gently, he gives you more than enough leeway to wriggle free if you really want to) into the smallest bathroom attached to the gym.

You've never been in here before, but you don't stop him when he turns you around, and starts to sign again.

You didn't read the articles I sent, did you?

You sigh, and give him a slightly sheepish glance as you sign back (much more clumsily, to be sure, and slower.

Doing other things, bug.

Do you know the sign for "Roach"? No. It doesn't stop you from hearing Gary's little gasp, and watching the way his cheeks round with a bright smile as he slips his mask down, revealing maybe the brightest grin you've ever seen.

Before you're fully aware of it, you've been engulfed in a firm hug, and you're being squeezed tightly by the gentle man before you, an ungloved hand splayed over the small of your back.

"I was right about you."

His voice is still raspy, almost whispered, and you frown just a little at the way he's straining to talk, even if you want to smile at the words.

"You've done a lot for me, luv, I practically owed it to you. Don't strain yourself."

The silent bounces of laughter rock your chest as Gary gently rests his face on your shoulder for just a moment, seemingly fond of the way this feels.

What makes you pull back is the way you feel a warm, scared hand under your hoodie (and over your undershirt, thank goodness) right after leather hits the floor.

Gary seems to sense your unease, and gives you a reassuring smile.

You can't wet your dressings, so I brought wet wipes for you. Figured you could use the help.

He uses more complete sign than before, only bothering to finger-spell the harder words to gleam in the sentence. You pick it up well, but still squirm a little when you see yourself in the mirror.

Gary knows it, because you pointedly look away from the wall behind him. The confirmation makes his smile fade a little, but his hope skyrocket.

You're more like him than you think. Even if you don't know it yet.

He clicks his tongue, and turns so you're facing the wall, pulling the small pack of sanitary wipes from his bag and handing them to you.

"Do you want me to help?"

You can't reach every part of your body just yet, but Gary still offers to let you do it yourself. He lets you choose. It makes you a little weak.

When you nod, he gets to work.

It's maybe the best thing you've ever felt. His hands are cloaked by the wipes, smoothing over your skin, wicking away the thin layer of sweat that clings to it. Soothing you in a way no one has every bothered to before.

Your phone pings somewhere in your gym bag. You ignore it, opting to lean into a gentle swipe over the broadest part of your back.

"You're good to me, Gary."

He nods. It makes you sigh.

"I really want to be with you more."

He nods again. This time, he gently hooks his chin over your shoulder, pulling your hoodie up just enough to clean around the small bandages you changed just this morning. When you tense, he scoots his head a little closer to your neck, to comfort you. It works well.

It's a hard balance to strike, but he's pulling it off. You feel seen, but somehow just as much you feel like he's not really looking. It takes that ugly, twisting feeling away, and puts it to bed.

Your body may be wrong, but right now, it doesn't matter. Gary doesn't care. That makes you feel... good. Maybe not good. It makes you feel understood, for the first time.

"Why are you so good at this?"

You feel him smile, and gently take hold of your hand, before leading you to feel a scar that stretches beneath his chest.

Huh.

Oh. Oh, shit.

"Gary-"

He interrupts you when he releases your hand, and signs once more.

I'm like you.

"I... Fuck, luv, I'm not- I mean, I- I-"

Let me help you. I want to.

You're in deeeeeeep shit.

"Alright. Yeah, as long as you stay."

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Ancient Instincts (Demetri Volturi x Reader)

"Don't you run from me!" Demetri snapped when he sprinted after you. You had been roaming the woods in Italy. You had taken yet another trip to get more space from the Cullen's. The animal diet was foul and with every day, you felt worse and worse and needed the space. However, you hadn't thought about the Volturi's tracker, Demetri. Now on the Volturi's territory and intruding. Although it wasn't any ordinary intruder situation.

It was known Demetri saw something in you. He had some kind of fixation on you that you didn't understand and the Cullen's weren't very good at explaining. So you tried avoid it all together. After all, you had bigger problems like controlling your new vampire instincts. It is regrettably not ideal to end up in Volturi territory with such problems.

Since time had allowed your newborn instincts to start maturing, you weren't as fast or strong as you used to be, so it was a quick loss when an experienced hunter like Demetri caught up to you. He lunged and landed on top of you forcing you on your stomach and straddling you. You screeched and began a tirade of hisses, snarls and growls that were beyond your control.

"Don't!" Demetri snapped, pushing your head back down by the back before you could gnash your teeth at him in attempt to bite. "See this? Had you been any other person, (Y/N), I'd have ripped your head off." Demetri growled. "Stop growling at me. You're not in charge here." His orders only made your squirm more and his other hand that had been pressed into your lower back and rubbed, applying strong pressure but didn't cause pain. "See this? This is why the Volturi don't take newborns. This is why the Cullen's shouldn't promote their lifestyle. Look at you, what happened to the little human I knew, hm? Acting without a brain like your rabid." His words whilst scathing, lacked any bite. However, your body started to slow down to actually hear him. Your head dropped with a light thud which was rewarded as Demetri released your head. However then came a bizarre sensation as both hands started at the bottom of your back, dragged upwards to the tip of your shoulders, the heel of his palms pressing down as he did so, they glided, circling each shoulder in unison before meeting together to run back down and press on your lower back. He repeated this over and over again almost methodically.

You could tell this wasn't some ordinary reassurance. This wasn't for reassuring. You felt his hands run down your spine and along your shoulders over and over again. "What are you doing to me?" You finally asked. Finding words that weren't available before in your adrenaline. Your instincts receiving calming and pleasant little jolts under his palms out within your control. "I see the Cullen's never truly informed you of your new life... your new body..." Demetri hummed in amusement but didn't let up on the motion. "Not to worry, I'll explain it to you, darling. They always did have a bizarre self-loathing denial of their more primal aspects of their biology."

Demetri leaned a little closer. "See the Volturi, they've done plenty of research on our kind. A lot of it is led to believe that our bodies and minds are such different entities that they have their own ways of communication. Think of it like...lying as a human. Your mind wants to tell the lie, even your mouth complies and speaks it. However, your heart races, shoulders tense and rise, you fidget, you look away. All of these are little things that your body tells. Vampires aren't much different but we are much more intact with our...animalistic tendencies." You heard his grin as his fingers pushed further into her back. "Much like pressure points...with the knowledge I have, I can communicate with your body and override your mind without your permission.You think I'm a threat. You want to believe it but I'm telling your body a very different story. Guess which one your body is believing?" Demetri smirked. "Your body knows I'm in control. That to put it simply..." Demetri leaned down and spoke lowly in her ear. "... I'm the boss." His voice sounded like gravel, a low rumble. "This is the signal in you that you need to listen to. It's the pit in your stomach when something is wrong that can mean life or death. It's almost evil how the Cullens do this. Teaching their young to repress their fundamental biology for...what? Humans? They have the lifespans of flies compared to us. They can't help but kill their own, never mind us killing them." His touch was still in the front of your mind. "I digress. Your body is yielding to me, precious. As it should. As it wants to do. It already knows you're mine, and you can't change that. Actually...as base as it is, you know the process in a similar form. What do those dogs call it? Imprinting?" Demetri sounded smug. "I very much doubt the Cullen's were willing to admit vampires have their own little buttons. If they did they'd likely make it sound worse than it actually is but you're feeling it now. It's not so bad, is it (Y/N)?"

It wasn't bad. In fact, that was the problem. Your mind was screaming with the desire to hate it. To double down on it being against your will...but you couldn't even argue that. No longer were you sure it was against your will simply because ...well there was no personal reasons you could think of. None of them were your own and no one else nor their reasons came to mind. It was as Demetri said, your body got the message this wasn't so bad and now your mind was catching up. You hated to admit it but...it felt like a pressure had been lifted, that you weren't drowning and fighting against your instincts and they were now working with you, finally aligned. Demetri said nothing but was smiling, very aware of what was happening.

You felt his weight replace his hands as he leaned over. His hands massaged at your hips. "See how calm you are now? I bet you haven't felt this relaxed in this new life once. I'm rather at ease myself right now. You have no idea how lovely it is to see you at ease, (Y/N). It's a weight off my shoulders. It's maddening to see the Cullen's indoctrinate you into their image. I'd never want that for you. It's not right, darling. Forcing you to fight against instincts that are already so hard to control."

Demetri pulled you further back into him as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. "There you are, I've got you." Demetri mumbled before burying his face into your neck. "See? You trust me. You just have to catch up mentally, and you will, faster than you're anticipating. I'll prove it." Demetri leaned in pressing kisses to your neck. They were slow but intense. His tongue pressing and mouth sucking at any available skin he could reach, savouring the feel and the taste. A shiver rushed down your spine as you heard a pleased rumble in his chest. His hands slid down your thighs and then slipped back up to your hips, making it a repetitive motion. He curved his back leaning you further against him. The kisses travelling slowly around the back of your neck to the other side.

You had no idea when your eyes had started to flutter shut, your attention locked on him, and what he was doing. "I'm not going to give you back to them." He whispered into your ear. "You're mine...and I'll show you." His hands glided up to your chest applying pressure. He turned you to face him, taking advantage of how your legs had to open to turn and crawling forward, pressing your back on the forest floor. You felt wedged between him and the ground, leaves crinkled under you and around your head. "There you are, my darling." His tone nearly came out a moan. "You're so beautiful." He pressed kisses to your cheek, slowly worked his way towards your lips but not quick enough to frighten you.Not slow enough for you to realise you weren't going to pull away before his lips met yours.

He let out a loving sigh into the kiss. It was an intense one, not a hard one like a kiss out of anger would be but certainly not gentle. "Kiss me back." He muttered against your lips. "I've waited so long, please kiss me back." He breathed against your lips because he captured them again, willing you to return it. His hands reverently travelled your body, applying light pressure before he cupped your rear tightly, and moved closer. You yielded to him any will against him falling away, and he moaned into the kiss, his hands squeezing again. "Oh baby, that's it." He murmured quietly against your lips between kisses. He pushed the back of your thighs up, lifting your legs to curl around his waist. His hips nestled into yours. His tongue began to explore your mouth in a very delightful way, making you shiver and squirm a little. This provoked a moan from him as he felt your hips wiggle against his. "I know." He said between kisses.A hand slid down your stomach and rested between your legs. His hand moved back and forth affectionately for a moment before sliding back up towards your chest.

Both of you felt the build-up within you. Soon enough, you felt his excitement wedged beautifully against your own. Each tiny movement provoked a delicious warm heat that you craved more of. His hand travelled down and undid the button of your jeans and worked his hand in just in no more.He hummed with a smile against your lips, starting with light circles. Your hips jerked and twitched. You knew well and truly what he had said. You were his, well, and truly and craved more with every second. He seemed to mostly wait for the sounds of his fingers movements. When the sound eminating from your legs was loud enough for him, that was when he reached for his belt buckle. "Keep relaxing. You're so good." He whispered into your ear. "It's just you and me as it should be."

He adjusted himself into position and entered with surprising ease. He immediately moaned. "Oh, you're so mine. No one is taking you away from me." His hands took yours and lifted them above your head and against the forest floor. He started to move, finding a rhythm. "You're mine." He managed out. Before going back to kissing your neck.

The sound of skin slapping, panting, and moans was all that was heard. His fingers interlocked with yours. One movement in particular made your body jolt without warning, and demetri chuckled lowly. "Ahhh... there it is. Right there." He moved his position only slightly, and just like that, that one specific spot inside you had your body squirming with delicious pleasure that forced your back to arch."I know, that feels so good, doesn't it?" Demetri grinned, a hand on your thigh, keeping your leg around his hip and higher towards his waist to keep on that spot. He buried his head into her neck, hips moving harder but maintaining the speed you liked.

You could feel everything start to tighten, a build-up deep within you, and Demetri seemed to feel it too. "That's it, that's it. You feel incredible." He encouraged which only spurred you on. Finally, it was too much, your body tensing as a wave of that intoxicating pleasure pulsed through your body, forcing Demetri to the same brink. You gasped, feeling his release rush into you. His strangled moan muffled into your neck.

His hand fell from your leg to cradle your head. He hummed and pressed thorough kisses anywhere on your face. "You're so good." He hummed in satisfaction. "When we're ready, we're getting you back with me to the castle. Then... we'll get you a proper meal." Demetri murmured between kisses.

((Alright, after three years I wrote the smut and now I never have to do it again because of a promise :D))

[marscantread7]

Bp Xavier thoughts😛😛😛 mdni😕😕😕

Anyways! Thinking abt Xavier and u js minding ur own business, watching a movie and like, it starts off innocent. U guys hold hands, and scoot closer together. Maybe the hand holding turns into a hug, and maybe that turns into cuddling, and maybe that turns into soft kisses that js start becoming harder and harder, more sloppy as time passes by. Next thing u know, Xavier's under u, begging u to slow down as u rub ur cunts together, he's so wet and shaky, body twitching as he grasps onto ur shirt, when all of a sudden the door slams open, and u jump off of him, falling off the couch, both of u screaming as u look towards the door.

"SYLUS?"

"ONICHYNUS GUY?"

And Xavier looks at u scandalized! "U know him by first name basis?!"

And ur at a loss of words bc, "Everybody in the association does??? Xavier did u not- how do u know he's w/ Onychinus- nevermind. I didn't even know this was gonna happen??? He never told me he was coming over."

"Kitten, when do I ever warn u abt me coming over?" And Xavier js looks to the side mouthing 'kitten???' Before turning back to Sylus.

"We were in the middle of smth."

"I'm well aware. I heard ur pathetic moans loud and clear Lumiere."

"You told him I'm Lumiere???"

"I didn't even know he knew of u???"

And Sylus js rolls his eyes, taking a seat on the table in front of the couch, waving his hand. "Well, don't let me stop u, continue what u were doing."

"Idek u, what makes u think I'm gonna let u watch me have sex?"

"Well, u can leave, and I can take ur place."

"???????"

And u js sigh, finally sitting up and looking between the two men.

"Xavi, would it be better if we were covered by a blanket." And all u got was a shrug in return. U alr know why Xavier's so hesitant... it took him long enough to come clean abt having a cunt to u, and suddenly he has to decide whether he should expose that to the leader of Onychinus of all people.

"I alr know abt ur little... secret. U really should get curtains for ur place, I've seen u fuck that pussy of urs on that pathetic dildo more times than I can count, always begging for more. So greedy hm? Wishing it was bigger, warmer, like the real thing, right? I'll give u what u want if u let her finish u off."

Xavier looked at Sylus, jaw wide, before looking to u. He js looked back and forth between the two of u, utterly confused. Maybe he really should invest in some curtains, bc that's js embarrassing. Making up his mind, he looks at Sylus, determined.

He settles on, "U can watch... js... no touching me. I'll leave when we're done, and u guys can have ur fun."

"Who's to say I don't want u to stay and watch us?" Sylus is quick to refute, and Xavier shoots a glare at him.

"Why would I want to stay and watch u fuck her?"

"Do u really want me to answer that, bunny?"

"Bunny???"

But before Sylus can speak again, ur on Xavier, pinning him down before settling urself over him. He goes to speak, but ur quick to cover his mouth.

"No more speaking, Xavi. Js let me get u off, okay? Then ur free to do whatever." And that earns u a quick nod, wide blue eyes staring up at u.

U quickly sink down, moaning as ur wet cunts come into contact, the sound absolutely sinful. Xavier grips onto the couch, bucking his hips into urs, and u quickly shut that down, telling him to stay still.

"Js relax and take it like a good bunny," u hear Sylus groan, looking over and seeing him stroking his dick. "Pretty boys like u shouldn't have to put in any work."

U felt Xavier's pussy quiver under urs as he looked over at Sylus, letting out a cry at the sheer size of that cock. He needed it, and he needed it NOW.

U js rolled ur eyes, grinding down harder w/ a groan, cursing under ur breath as ur clit caught onto his, making him twitch under u. U could tell he was close as he started to tremble, once again on the brink of an orgasm. He clutched onto ur shirt, throwing his head back, moans getting higher and higher, hips twitching into urs. He fell apart so beautifully under u, so sensitive to any touch on his little clit.

When he finally came, u watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, constant praise falling from his lips, but u weren't done. U weren't stopping until u came too.

"Wait, wait- It's sensitive!" He gasped, pushing at u, but u js grabbed his hands, pinning them on the arm of the couch, earning another groan from Sylus.

"We're not stopping until I get to cum on this sloppy cunt of urs. I'm so close Xavi, js a little more my sweet prince."

On the side of u both, Sylus js kept stroking his dick, moaning occasionally as he watched u scissor Xavier until u finally came. He stroked a few more times before he finally finished as well, the room filled w/ the sound of everyone's panting as u all tried to catch ur breath.

U were abt to get up, when suddenly the soft sound of snoring filled ur ears, looking down to see Xavier passed out under u, and ur confused. U try to shake him awake, but to no avail.

"When u get a UTI from not peeing, I don't wanna hear it😕😕😕" this caused a laugh to ring out from Sylus, as u both looked at e/o.

"As much as I'd love to, I'm pretty tired too."

"That's all u, sweetie. I can js leave, or we can carry him to ur room and all go to sleep?"

"Sounds great actually."

"Perfect!"

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Lowkey hella disappointed in this and hate it and it's gotta be the worst thing I've written yet, but enjoy!!! I've been wanting to write abt bp Xavier and the reader scissoring and getting walked in on by Sylus since forever!!! But I js never did. Hope u enjoy, this could be 10x better though. Again, also sorry for not spelling everything out, I'm js lazy😕😕😕

[chr1ssycrumble]

A couple of fruits (part 5)

The fifth part of my bullet train prequel focused on the twins! all other parts on my page <3

notes: thank you so much as always for the support! you all are so kind!!! unfortunately, a couple of fruits is slowly coming to the end within the next 1 or 2 chapters, in the following few days i will put up a poll asking if i should finish the story at the end of the trio as teenagers OR do a timeskip and focus on when they reunite as adults- i will put up more info nearer the time <333 also this chapter is utterly devastating so i do apologise profusely. also, i have done a doodle summary of this chapter from ashley's perspective so lmk if you wanna see thattt :D

TW: quite a bit of violence, alcohol mentions, very strong language, awful bullying, blood and injuries

as always a name reminder

tangerine-michael

lemom-toby

"Michael's fucking kissing rat girl!!!" The voice of one of the popular girls,screamed out, the sound shrill, ugly and carrying through the house and shutting everyone up, to be fair, it was quite big moment, no one had ever really seen Ashley out and about- except for working at the pub, and now she was with Michael Davies of all people.

"What?!- Oh my days he is!" Ted, the guy who was running the party, laughed when he saw the sight, fishing out a digital camera from his pocket and pointing it at them.

The pair had long since pulled away from the kiss, they had done when hearing the ear-piercing scream, so there was no overly humiliating photo taken, but only one of Ash looking utterly mortified and Michael looking like he wanted to die right then and there.

"You got a problem with that?!" Ash finally spoke up, yelling, it was the first time most of the people there had even heard the sound of her voice.

"She can speak!" The girl who had screamed earlier laughed, crossing her arms, her name was Mya, she wasn't great, with ratted up bleached blonde hair, and too much makeup, the two had been friends many years prior, back in primary school. "I thought you were like Helen Keller or something."

Michael didn't even look phased, as if he was expecting for a disagreement like this to occur, whilst Toby just looked severely displeased with both of them and sighed.

"That's rich, i thought you were a cave woman, with the whole barely any clothes, and hair teased to the sky thing you have going on." Ash retaliated, crossing her arms.

Mya scoffed and raised an eyebrow, stepping towards the other girl with an extended finger pointing at her, the plastic false nail just about touching her. "The only cave woman here is you, Ash, what's the benefits agreement that your mum is on again?"

"Shut the hell up." Ashley could feel her skin crawling from the stares of the other teenagers, she felt so stupid, being called out for what she couldn't afford, and suddenly wanted to go home, she didn't want people to know about the poor way in which she lived.

"Do you like rats so much because they live in your flat with you?" Mya laughed smugly, she loved how she was riling up Ashley, the rest of the room was silent, with a few stifled laughs from the others being the only source of noise.

Michael stood in horror, before Mya pulled him close to her, for which he looked at her with pure hatred in his eyes.

"You shouldn't even be here, no one wanted you to come, Mikey over here just felt pity that you have no mates, except the rat army of course- maybe you should go snog them instead, maybe they'd actually care hm?" Mya continued, after realizing Ashley was too distraught to respond to her windups, until she wasn't.

"I'll call the fucking rats and you'll get rabies and die!" Ashley yelled at Mya, she could hear her classmates laughing at her and it was driving her insane, she hated the attention; She stepped back, as if she was trying to teleport out of the awful situation.

Ted, who had previously been snickering in a corner with his arms crossed, lifted up his camera again, as the teenagers went on to laugh at her, he was just about to take a photo before Toby spoke up.

"Give it a bloody rest!" Toby yelled, adding to the shouts of the room, knocking the camera out of Ted's hand, which landed on the floor with a loud crack as it smashed. Shit.

"You prick! You fucking prick! You just broke my camera!" Ted exclaimed, shoving Toby back and away from him, that managed to snap Michael out of his astonished daze.

"Don't put your hands on my pissing brother you twat!" Michael shouted back, pushing forward against the forming crowd and Mya to punch Ted in the stomach, who narrowly dodged it and instantly kicked Michael in the shin, hard.

Michael winced slightly, before sending another punch flying at his face, Ted, and he didn't miss this time, the boy stumbling backwards into someone else.

"You arsehole-" Ted froze, his fingers going up to touch his bloodied nose and looked down at the red liquid, his gaze darkened, glaring at Michael before running at him, tackling him to the ground, trying his best to beat the skinny prick of a teenager into a pulp, going on to hit him over and over again, whilst he writhed and battled against him.

But Michael, who was sure there would be blue bruises on his face by morning, did eventually manage to hold his own, and grabbed one of the malibu bottles off the table, lifting it up and swinging it over Ted's head, causing it to smash in half, the spirit pouring over the floor as the glass cut open his head.

Suddenly, the screaming of the people had stopped, everyone was frozen in shock horror as Ted slowly went upright, blood dripping down from his scalp, no one knew what to do. Ted backed away from him, dizzy and disorientated as he fell onto a friend, the other attendees' eyes all darting around the room desperately, what Michael had done was very much illegal, and damaging too, however Ted could not go to A&E in the state he was in, he was far too intoxicated, whilst also being below the legal age for drinking.

"Oh my days- Oh my- Ted?!-" Mya gasped out, running over to the boy on the floor, an even tighter crowd formed around him as they tried to figure out what to do to help, and Toby realized this was probably time for them to leave.

"Come on-" Toby hissed at the pair, grabbing Ash and Michael by the arms, and pulling them out of the house, the other two eventually catching up to speed with the severity of the situation and followed his lead quickly.

"Did Michael just-?" Ashley gasped out as she ran, too shocked to say anything, it was too much, too awful, she didn't want to think about it, the imagine of Ted down on the floor, surrounded by a crown of dark red liquid dripping from his head.

"Yes- I did. Shit, I did..." Michael groaned and ran his hand over his face, he hadn't killed Ted, but he could've done easily, he didn't feel guilty about it, though, just scared to get caught and punished for what he had done to the guy.

"Three words describe our situation right now-" Ash rolled her eyes, running with the others away from the house, down the street, not to the boys' apartment straight away, just somewhere where they wouldn't be found.

"We are fucked." Toby chimed in, and Ash nodded, it was true, the trio was screwed over, they were going to get in serious trouble, one way or another.

Just as they were running, several black vans swerved and parked right in front of them, causing a barrier so they couldn't easily run that way, it was odd, and unexpected, but they didn't want to stay and see who was going to get out of those vans, so the three screamed when they almost got hit by them, before quickly changing directions and running down the street, caving and going to Ashley's place instead of just sprinting without a destination.

She fumbled with the keys, before pushing it open and practically pulling the boys inside with her, the three then moving to lean against the wall and regain their breath, panting heavily.

"What the hell?!-" Toby exclaimed, his eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"Who the fuck was that?!-" Michael gasped, making sure the door behind them was locked.

"Why did you almost kill Ted?!-" Ashley yelled, her voice cutting through the air like a knife, the tension rising instantly.

Michael groaned and ran his hand through his hair as he looked at her, taking her arm. "We need to talk, alone." He glanced back over at Toby before walking with Ashley into her bedroom.

[echoingvoids]

I totally think Link would've done something like this for Zelda at some point.

@zelinktines Read my other oneshots on Tumblr, Wattpad, or AO3!

Link takes some risks to make a certain princess smile

Pre Breath of the Wild

\^_^/

Link knew just how lonely she was. Zelda was currently locked in her room, under orders by her father to study ancient texts that could help her unlock her powers and wasn't allowed to leave or let anyone in. It was one of the few times Link was off-duty and thinking of just how miserable she was made risky ideas flood his head. 

He really shouldn't.

Yet here he was, with a piece of fruitcake carefully wrapped in his bag and standing outside the tower to Zelda's room. Night was falling, giving him the advantage of darkness. He knew exactly how far the guards could see and where they'd be looking and when. He waited for the perfect moment before taking a deep breath and beginning to climb. 

Like most of the castle walls, Zelda's towers were fairly smooth and difficult to climb. But there were bricks that stuck out and little crevices that he could grab and climb up with. He knew he fell it would be deadly, especially because he was getting fairly high up. But he was willing to risk it to get Zelda to smile.

He pulled himself up to the window that mostly cloaked by the falling night shadows, peering inside. Zelda sat her desk in the corner, staring aimlessly with a horribly sad look on her face. Looking around, Link carefully stretched up and tapped lightly on the glass, just loud enough to get her attention.

She jolted to attention, looking to the window and even through the glass, he could see her eyes light up. Just a few months ago, she would've killed him for something like this but now...now they were friends. Or some semblance of friends. 

She hurried over to the window, carefully opening the panes and stepping back so he could climb in. She had the window shut in a heartbeat. "Link! What are you doing here?"

In response, he opened his bag, carefully pulling out the cake and unwrapping it, offering it to her. It had only lost a few crumbs in the process of him transporting it and she smiled, taking it. "You risked getting seen to bring this to me?"

He nodded. "You...I wanted you to feel better."

She looked into his eyes and the sweetest smile ever seen in Hyrule landed her face. "Thank you, Link. I truly appreciate it. Will...will you stay?"

"Are you worried about anyone coming in?"

She waved a dismissive hand. "I'm not to be disturbed for two hours anyway."

"Two hours?"

"Mh hm. You don't have any utensils, do you?"

He nodded and paused, reaching into his bag and producing a fork. "Here."

She smiled again. "Thank you."

She set the cake on her desk and sat back down, gesturing for Link to join her. He joined her at the desk, standing respectfully next to her. He was aware of every sound, and knew that they would both get in trouble if someone found Link in here. 

Zelda didn't seem to care. She ate her cake, shoving one of the books over so Link could see. "Take a look. Does that make any sense to you?"

He stared at the page for a long moment, nearly going cross-eyed before shaking his head. Satisfied with that response, she pulled the book back towards herself. "You see, Father thinks something in these tomes will help me. It hasn't so far. I think we risking too many lives on some ancient, cryptic books."

She sighed, leaning back in her chair and looking up at him. He stared calmly back, and after a moment, she asked, "Will you take me to the Tech Lab tomorrow?"

"Sneak you there, you mean?"

She laughed, tossing her head back. "Yes. We may risk my father's wrath but if he tries to do anything to you, I'll say I forced you."

Link let a chuckle slip. "Whatever you ask, Princess."

Her gaze softened. "Thank you, Link."

He nodded.

By the time two hours was up, Link had slipped back down the tower and was found whittling in his room. No one else knew he was there that night...but Zelda remembered it fondly. Even when Link forgot.

[pain-is-forever]

Theo looks like hell.

He feels like hell, too. He hasn't left his room ever since Argo died, let alone left his bed- only ever going outside to grab food rations left outside his door, which started appearing along with small knocks after the 5th day of him not coming out to eat. How did he not dehydrate? That is a mystery yet to be answered.

He's been isolating himself from everyone, in fear of hurting them, too. Sure, it hurt to withdraw from his friends and family- if he even had any friends anymore after what happened. He doesn't feel like he's worthy of saying he's got friends, since most of them were mutual with Argo- and he's stripped them of that person.

Nothing could ease the pain and guilt of one murdering their own best friend and brother. Especially when said best friend and brother didn't deserve it. Theo's tried everything.

He's tried sleeping it off, but only got nightmares out of it, making him wake up in a cold sweat, having had to watch himself kill Argo over and over again. He hasn't slept for more than an hour at a time because of it. The huge bags weigh heavy under his eyes.

He's tried eating to forget, however stupid that may sound. But it only made him want to throw up, and he did throw up a couple of times because of it. After that, he gave up on eating as a whole. He doesn't feel he deserves nutrition. Even the fruit baskets from Commodus made to cheer him up go untouched.

He's tried drowning his sorrows in alcohol he snagged from Commodus, but that didn't work either. Being intoxicated made him feel out of touch, sure, but it knocked him out fast, and that meant nightmares. Horrible depictions of blood and death- it only made him hurt more. So he gave up on that, too.

Hell, he's even considered psychedelics- but knew that it would only make him see Argo again. And it would hurt so much more once he comes to. So he didn't even try that. Though, now he feels like he should've, just to punish himself even further.

Commodus took all sharp objects from him, like he said he would, even confiscating his sword when he caught wind of Theo trying to hurt himself with it. He made sure his son's nails are trimmed to minimize scratch damage, so all that was left was biting himself, and Theo hates the way skin feels in his mouth.

His rations all went to Argo's room, he's been visiting their room each day at least once. He knows he shouldn't, that he probably isn't welcome there. But he can't just forget like that. He can't pretend like he doesn't care. He does, and he's hurting. He's grieving.

Commodus knows his child well- sneaking tiny packets of sour gummy worms into his rations. They all go untouched. Everything- it all goes to Argo. Sandwiches, dinner rations, snacks, fruit. All of it.

Worst of all, Theo's been stuck in the Death Mist for a little over a week now. He woke up one time with it all around him, and just didn't have the energy to fight it. So he let it stay. He's been a sad, cloudy, humanoid figure ever since. Roaming the halls aimlessly at times. A truly sad and pathetic sight.

One good thing that came from it was that Theo's been actually eating a little, just so he could maintain bodily function. He still looks malnourished, his body keeping him within the Death Mist draining him, but at least he's eating. And whenever he eats, he goes to Argo's room. Sharing his rations with the abandoned room. As if trying to share meals with his dead friend.

One day, when he goes to eat part of his daily rations in Argo's empty room, he opens the door to find it... Not empty. Argo's there. Argo- Argo is there. It can't be. They're dead. He saw it- he made it happen. Why are they here?

Theo drops his rations to the floor, his mouth open wide. He stays there, frozen. Oh, gods. Argo's vengeful spirit came back to haunt him. He knew he shouldn't have done it- he shouldn't have even been there. And now he'll pay the price. He stares at them.

>>Open Starter<<

Ghosting

(c'mon, you didn't think I'd stay gone, did you?)

Argo's room had stayed empty for weeks after his death. Only a few people knew where his grave was; so some people took it upon themselves to put offerings in his room instead of on his grave.

It's been a few weeks- to a month or two. The wound still hurts.. but life progresses.

The strangest thing about that is.. any offerings that Argo would've VERY MUCH enjoyed.. disappeared. Any daggers? Gone. Sour candy? Gone aswell.

You think that it's just a coincidence. Maybe- maybe people are actually just bad at this whole offering thing! If Argo was still alive he wouldn't have accepted the gifts anyways.

Because of Argo's room becoming a public tribute, even some kids from camp have managed to slip in- maybe to pay respects, maybe to swear out the bastard one more time, maybe just to pretend they knew him better than they really did.

You thought the noise coming from Argo's room was another camper- or one of his adopted siblings- in there again.

But then there was a crash.

Then another crash.

And something deep- something dark inside you lights. Your immeadiate thought is Eris. Only Theo actually saw the dead body- maybe she didn't die.

You brace yourself for a fight before you open the door and see.. Argo.

Emotions flood you in a giant wave- looking at your dead friend- or enemy- or.. whatever Argo was to you. For a moment, you think it was all a bad dream.

But Argo.. doesn't notice you. He's enamored with this stuffed rabbit.. playing with it like a little kid. He's holding a piece of a wooden block in their other hand, unwilling to let it go.

Argo hums a small tune under their breath. Their hair has gotten longer- and the blonde has grown to be majority of his hair. His eyes are a watercolor of brown and blue now- and he just looks.. transparent?

Argo moves over to some more of the offerings. There are a million different bouquets- but he picks up one that Commodus left for him- tucking a flower into his feather crown.

They put everything down- except they put the wood block in their pocket.

They look at the many daggers that were left to them. Picking some up and inspecting them.

Argo still seems completely oblivious to your presence..

What do you do?

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I need an MCU fic where one of Peter Parker's Sr year projects is to study something and he chooses the Sokovia Accords cus like he went to beat up Captain America in an airport cus of them. About half way through he realises that signing them would mean he would have to give his civilian identity up to the UN, go in for power placement tests, wear a tracker 24/7 and everything he does would have to be cleared with the UN, and if he didn't sign them they could detain indefinitely without trial. The accords and "With great power there must also come great responsibility." Do. Not. Mix.

[juliareed]

You still cling to naive ideals. I learned, at a very young age, the only currency worth anything in this world is power.

[idylls-of-the-divine-romance]

“But woe to you who are rich, for you have already received your comfort." - Luke 4:26

That's going to be a pretty apt summary of this post.

I never said that we shouldn't do justice to all people. I never have said that, ever. I said in the post "Are they a human being? Are they an image of God?? Are they a living sacrament??? Do they have breath and blood and life????" I have spoken numerous times about the complete and total abolition of the use of death as a weapon.

The book of Exodus says not to be partial towards either the poor or the rich. As such, Exodus is also clearly not playing "that game".

Brian Thompson is a tragedy. Objectively. First and foremost, the loss of any life is always something to mourn, innocent or guilty. And then beyond that, the death of any one who is unsaved is even moreso.

All violence is a tragedy and violence only begets more violence.

However, and if @lastoneout doesn't mind I'm just going to quote their post on this subject,

The thing is tho, a lot of people in power seem to think the start of the violence was the CEO getting shot, but they're wrong. The start of the violence was that very CEO running a company that turns immense, endless human suffering into money. Violence did lead to more violence, decades of needless death and suffering willfully enacted by millionaires so they can make just a little bit more money, that was the start of the violence. If they didn't want it to escalate eventually, they should have maybe not made killing people the core functionality their entire company hinges on. The people being tortured and killed by the health insurance industry are not the ones who started the violence, and tbh I don't really think it's on them to end the violence, either.

Someone did murder that man. And that man had a wife and children. And all of them should be mourned (if you're Christian; nonchristians are completely exempt from such obligations and i do not blame them at all for not caring).

The total abolition of the use of death as a weapon means the abolishing of capitalism, prison slavery, police brutality, murderous healthcare systems. It means that we must deny, defend, and depose. Yes, I mourn the death of a life. But I also hold them responsible for the blood on their hands.

Meanwhile, there is no justice being done because an innocent man - Luigi Mangione - has been falsely accused, arrested for it, and could possibly be executed. And not only is he innocent in the "innocent until proven guilty" way (which is very important) but he is freaking innocent in every way. Luigi has two very clear physical indicators - unibrow and stubble on his fce - that the suspect (who they believe was at Starbucks earlier that day) did not have.

And knowing this STILL arrested him.

And then tried to make him look like the suspect! And I mean, already I'm not fully convinced that Starbucks Guy and The Shooter are the same person anyway, so quite possibly we are dealing with 3 completely separate people but I digress.

Luigi said evidence was planted on him like the gun and the manifesto. I believe this because the manifesto praises the efforts of the policemen on like page one. Like. Siriusly?

Continuing: We have police documents confirming he was not DNA tested or fingerprinted, and confirmation no usable DNA or fingerprints were recovered at the crime scene due to incomplete prints and immense DNA contamination of New Yorks streets. No evidence has linked him to the crime. No facial recognition has even remotely come close to identifying the cctv suspects face as that of Luigi. His own family and friends do not see a resemblance. Most people agree the features in the cctv do not match the very well documented features of Luigi Mangione. Luigi Mangione has no history of violence nor with firearms. He is a vegan pacifist with no history of mental illness and an aversion to killing even bugs (which, absolute same loll). He is still only a SUSPECT and all involvement in any crimes are merely ALLEGED at this time. Alleged by the most corrupt police force in the entire nation; the NYPD who do more organized crime than they've ever stopped. Luigi Mangione's attorneys confirmed they have been shown absolutely nothing that even places Luigi at the scene of the crime. People have repeatedly tried to recreate the entire timeline of events and found it is not physically possible to do what was alleged in the time frame police gave. Especially dubious for Luigi Mangione to have done given his recent, crippling back injury. Luigi Mangione in his own words has said police planted evidence on him and are not being honest about his arrest or what he had on him at the time.

And what has he suffered for these *heinous* deeds?

Stripped of his hat, jacket and shoes and forced to walk in the cold in December wearing wet socks.

Forced to urinate on himself where police then took and published humiliation photos of him.

He was then stripped of his shirt pants and socks and put in a blue psychiatric gown and strapped to a chair inmates called "the torture chair" and left for prolonged periods of time. To the point the entire inmate population at the prison protested in anger.

He was slammed unto a brick wall, choked, and shoved by various police officers for no reason.

Was marched through nyc at gunpoint by officers with military firearms, forced to wear chains

Was called a murderer by the mayor of NYC on national television.

Was then placed in solitary confinement for weeks. Something extremely damaging psychologically to be exposed to for even just a few days. Something usually reserved for cannibals.

He is now being forced to sleep on the floor despite again, a crippling back injury.

@saint-luigi-of-fiji I hope you don't mind me quoting you here

Again, he has not even had trial yet. He is an innocent man by the very definition of the law. He has nothing tying him to any crime. And even the crime itself was a nobody being shot in a city where nobodies are shot everyday, seven days a week. And those shooters don't get this treatment. Cannibals don't get this treatment. Serial killers don't get this treatment. Why are they doing this? Because we entered an oligarchy and they want people who are rich to matter more than people who are not. The NO ONE, no name, insignificant person that Brian THOMPSON always was and WILL ALWAYS BE is more important because of his net worth, to the fascist oligarchy we've entered into, than the innocent man, data scientist and robotics engineer with a promising future that is Luigi Mangione.

The NYPD doesn't want him to be innocent. They are torturing him gleefully and postponing his trial because they know he's innocent. They just want to scare the public into understanding that the ultra rich, even those who's names will never be remembered as anything other than markings on a never visited tombstone, are the only persons who matter now. Not yours. Never yours. You're poor. They'll torture you without a trial too. Your life means nothing to them. Your children dying in school shootings means nothing to them. Pinning a crime on an innocent man they can beat to scare the public out of class consciousness is the only thing that matters to them now.

But the thing is, I'm not scared. I am not scared by the death of a innocent man. Do they not know what happens when you kill someone who's perceived as a hero? You create a martyr. People are already talking about him like he's Robin Hood; our government (may their bones be ground to dust) should be careful what they do next.

"The Lord enters into judgment against the elders and leaders of his people: “It is you who have ruined my vineyard; the plunder from the poor is in your houses. What do you mean by crushing my people and grinding the faces of the poor?" declares the Lord, the Lord Almighty." - Isaiah 3:14-15

"Woe to those who make unjust laws, to those who issue oppressive decrees, to deprive the poor of their rights and withhold justice from the oppressed of my people, making widows their prey and robbing the fatherless. What will you do on the day of reckoning, when disaster comes from afar? To whom will you run for help? Where will you leave your riches? Nothing will remain but to cringe among the captives or fall among the slain. Yet for all this, his anger is not turned away, his hand is still upraised." - Isaiah 10:1-3

"He oppresses the poor and needy. He commits robbery. He does not return what he took in pledge. He looks to the idols. He does detestable things. He lends at interest and takes a profit - Will such a man live? He will not! Because he has done all these detestable things, he is to be put to death; his blood will be on his own head." - Ezekiel 18:12-13

"This is what the Lord says: “For three sins of Israel, even for four, I will not relent. They sell the innocent for silver, and the needy for a pair of sandals. They trample on the heads of the poor as on the dust of the ground and deny justice to the oppressed. Father and son use the same girl and so profane my holy name. They lie down beside every altar on garments taken in pledge. In the house of their god they drink wine taken as fines." - Amos 2:6-8

"Seek the Lord and live, or he will sweep through the tribes of Joseph like a fire; it will devour them, and Bethel will have no one to quench it. There are those who turn justice into bitterness and cast righteousness to the ground. He who made the Pleiades and Orion, who turns midnight into dawn and darkens day into night, who calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out over the face of the land— the Lord is his name. With a blinding flash he destroys the stronghold and brings the fortified city to ruin. There are those who hate the one who upholds justice in court and detest the one who tells the truth. You levy a straw tax on the poor and impose a tax on their grain. Therefore, though you have built stone mansions, you will not live in them; though you have planted lush vineyards, you will not drink their wine. For I know how many are your offenses and how great your sins. There are those who oppress the innocent and take bribes and deprive the poor of justice in the courts. Therefore the prudent keep quiet in such times, for the times are evil. Seek good, not evil, that you may live. Then the Lord God Almighty will be with you, just as you say he is. Hate evil, love good; maintain justice in the courts. Perhaps the Lord God Almighty will have mercy on the remnant of Joseph." - Amos 5:6-15

“Will not all of them taunt him with ridicule and scorn, saying, “‘Woe to him who piles up stolen goods and makes himself wealthy by extortion! How long must this go on?’ Will not your creditors suddenly arise? Will they not wake up and make you tremble? Then you will become their prey. Because you have plundered many nations, the peoples who are left will plunder you. For you have shed human blood; you have destroyed lands and cities and everyone in them. “Woe to him who builds his house by unjust gain, setting his nest on high to escape the clutches of ruin! You have plotted the ruin of many peoples, shaming your own house and forfeiting your life. The stones of the wall will cry out, and the beams of the woodwork will echo it. “Woe to him who builds a city with bloodshed and establishes a town by injustice!" - Habakkuk 2:6-12

“So I will come to put you on trial. I will be quick to testify against sorcerers, adulterers and perjurers, against those who defraud laborers of their wages, who oppress the widows and the fatherless, and deprive the foreigners among you of justice, but do not fear me,” says the Lord Almighty." - Malachi 3:5

"He has performed mighty deeds with his arm; he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts. He has brought down rulers from their thrones but has lifted up the humble. He has filled the hungry with good things but has sent the rich away empty." - Luke 1:51-53.

"Now listen, you rich people, weep and wail because of the misery that is coming on you. Your wealth has rotted, and moths have eaten your clothes. Your gold and silver are corroded. Their corrosion will testify against you and eat your flesh like fire. You have hoarded wealth in the last days. Look! The wages you failed to pay the workers who mowed your fields are crying out against you. The cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord Almighty. You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgence. You have fattened yourselves in the day of slaughter. You have condemned and murdered the innocent one, who was not opposing you." - James 5:1-6

“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’ “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’ “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’ “Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.” - Matthew 25:34-46

"It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.” - Mark 10:25

“Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter— when you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?" - Isaiah 58:6-7

"Looking at his disciples, he said: “Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God. Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied. Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh. Blessed are you when people hate you, when they exclude you and insult you and reject your name as evil, because of the Son of Man. “Rejoice in that day and leap for joy, because great is your reward in heaven. For that is how their ancestors treated the prophets. “But woe to you who are rich, for you have already received your comfort. Woe to you who are well fed now, for you will go hungry. Woe to you who laugh now, for you will mourn and weep. Woe to you when everyone speaks well of you, for that is how their ancestors treated the false prophets." Luke 6:20-26

"Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others. In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus: Who, being in very form of God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage; rather, he emptied himself by taking the very form of a slave, being made in human likeness. 8 And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death— even death on a cross!" Philippians 2:3-8

"The king, moreover, must not acquire great numbers of horses for himself or make the people return to Egypt to get more of them, for the Lord has told you, “You are not to go back that way again.” He must not take many wives, or his heart will be led astray. He must not accumulate large amounts of silver and gold." - Deuteronomy 17:16-17

“If I have denied the desires of the poor or let the eyes of the widow grow weary, if I have kept my bread to myself, not sharing it with the fatherless — but from my youth I reared them as a father would, and from my birth I guided the widow — if I have seen anyone perishing for lack of clothing, or the needy without garments, and their hearts did not bless me for warming them with the fleece from my sheep, if I have raised my hand against the fatherless, knowing that I had influence in court, then let my arm fall from the shoulder, let it be broken off at the joint. For I dreaded destruction from God, and for fear of his splendor I could not do such things. “If I have put my trust in gold or said to pure gold, ‘You are my security,’ if I have rejoiced over my great wealth, the fortune my hands had gained, if I have regarded the sun in its radiance or the moon moving in splendor, so that my heart was secretly enticed and my hand offered them a kiss of homage, then these also would be sins to be judged, for I would have been unfaithful to God on high." - Job 31:16-28

"The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion— to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor." Isaiah 61:1-3

 “No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Mammon." - Matthew 6:24

"Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy." - Proverbs 31:8-9

"For the Lord your God is God of gods and Lord of lords, the great God, mighty and awesome, who shows no partiality and accepts no bribes. He defends the cause of the fatherless and the widow, and loves the immigrant residing among you, giving them food and clothing. And you are to love those who are immigrants, for you yourselves were immigrants in Egypt." - Deuteronomy 10:17–19

"When you reap in your harvest in the field, and have forgotten a sheaf in the field, you shall not go back to get it. ... When you beat your olive trees, you shall not go over the boughs again. ... When you gather the grapes of your vineyard, you shall not glean it afterward; it shall be for the immigrant, the fatherless and the widow. You shall remember that you were a slave in the land of Egypt; therefore I command you to do this." -  Deuteronomy 24:19–22

"When you spread out your hands in prayer, I hide my eyes from you; even when you offer many prayers, I am not listening. Your hands are full of blood! 16 Wash and make yourselves clean. Take your evil deeds out of my sight; stop doing wrong. Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed.Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow." - Isaiah 1:15-17

"Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute. Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked." — Psalms 82 (81): 3-4

"He who loves gold will not be justified, and he who pursues money will be led astray by it. Many have come to ruin because of gold, and their destruction has met them face to face. It is a stumbling block to those who are devoted to it, and every fool will be taken captive by it." - ben Sirach 31: 5–7

"Now the whole group of those who believed were of one heart and soul, and no one claimed private ownership of any possessions, but everything they owned was held in common." Acts 4:32

"Who is the covetous man? One for whom plenty is not enough. Who is the defrauder? One who takes away what belongs to everyone. And are not you covetous, are you not a defrauder, when you keep for private use what you were given for distribution? When some one strips a man of his clothes we call him a thief. And one who might clothe the naked and does not—should not he be given the same name? The bread in your hoard belongs to the hungry; the cloak in your wardrobe belongs to the naked; the shoes you let rot belong to the barefoot; the money in your vaults belongs to the destitute. All you might help and do not—to all these you are doing wrong." - St Basil the Great

"When you hear it said, “Sell your possessions, and give to the poor,” so that you might have provisions for heavenly enjoyment, you go away grieving; but if you should hear, “Give money for pampering your wife, give to stonemasons, carpenters, mosaic pebble-layers, portrait-painters,” you rejoice as though you had acquired some high-rated annuities. You, however, refuse to give, declaring that it’s impossible to satisfy those who ask. With your tongue you excuse yourself, but by your own hand you’re convicted; for even in silence your hand proclaims your falsehood, sparkling round from the ring on your finger. How many people could one of your fingers release from debt? How many broken-down homes could be rebuilt? One box of your clothing would be able to dress the whole shivering populace; but you, unfeeling, dismiss the needy, not fearing the just repayment of the Judge. You have not shown mercy, you shall not receive mercy; you’ve not opened your home, you shall be evicted from the kingdom. You haven’t given of your bread; neither shall you receive eternal life." - St Basil the Great

"Tell me, what benefit do you acquire by waving your hand about resplendent with gems? Should you not rather blush for shame, having this strange desire for pebbles?" - St Basil the Great

"Do you pay such honor to your excrements as to receive them into a silver chamber-pot when another man made in the image of God is perishing in the cold?" - St John Chrysostom

The Exodus narrative, Hannah's song, Isaiah 5 and Jeremiah 22, Mary's Magnificat, the Cleansing of the Temple, the Woes to the Scribes and Pharisees, Revelation 18.

No good Christians are capitalists.

The use of the vulnerable quartet as a way of limiting who you should do justice to is insanity. "Are you a widow or an orphan" are they a human being? Are they an image of God?? Are they a living sacrament??? Do they have breath and blood and life???? Do justice to all women to all the oppressed to all children and to all foreigners. Do not try to appeal to the social justice ethical law of scripture to deny people justice!

[zaritarazi]

hanne (trying to recall a fun childhood story): did you tell them about the zipline

matthias: i did tell them about the zipline

jesper: he told us about the zipline

hanne: then why do you all look so upset

wylan: sorry, to clarify, are you referencing the zipline designed to kill children?

hanne and matthias at the same time, still not sure why people don't think that the zipline story is funny: yes

nina, walking back into the room after getting a glass of water: why does everyone suddenly look so concerned did matthias bring up his childhood summer camp's illegal fucking zipline again

[blujayonthewing]

fighting for my life to Be Cool About It playing felix as a dnd character who has only known the party for one(1) egregiously shitty week rather than get carried away with romance subplots I'm inventing in my own head, as if simon getting Enthusiastic and visibly excited while talking a lot doesn't instinctively trigger, in felix, the exact same profound heart eyes reflex that justin doing so does for me in real life

[leapinarmadillo]

young michael jackson makes me understand why princesses get locked in towers

[longwayaround]

Donna had told him the same thing, hadn't she?

The very same day they met, after knowing each other for mere hours, she'd said the same thing. That he shouldn't be alone, that he needed someone to stop him. And then she'd tracked him down, she'd found him, and they'd had... the best times, hadn't they? But she was gone now, all memories of him erased, and he was never, ever going to do this again.

Never.

River might know him in the future, she might know him well enough to know his name, for him to feel so oddly comfortable with her, but River hadn't lost Donna Noble. She hadn't said goodbye to Rose, to Martha, to Jack, to so many others. She couldn't know, she couldn't understand.

"It's better this way," he insisted. Then, forcing a small smile, he added, "me and the TARDIS, we make a good duo anyway, don't we? Don't need anyone else. Always done well enough on our own, us."

He wanted to protest the staring, but every time he opened his mouth to do it, everything he came up with just made it all sound worse. He should have learned with Jack by now — anything he said was only likely to dig himself deeper into this hole, unless he played along. And he might, at some point, play along. It was just always harder when it was real.

Well, that and the fact that talking seemed like a slightly risky activity, all of a sudden. Not that it ever seemed to stop him for long, anyway.

Right, breathe slowly. He could do that.

In and out. In and out.

A sip of water, tiny and swallowed like the slightest wrong movement could cause him to disintegrate.

It didn't feel any better, but it didn't feel any worse, either, so that was something.

His eyes moved slowly over their surroundings, taking it all in from this new vantage point, but he couldn't see anything of any particular interest, just River and the woods.

Then, River reaching out a hand towards him. That was... nice, really. Oh, Donna, Martha, Rose, Jack, any of them would've done the same, he knew that, but it'd been... too long, maybe, and his head was hurting, his stomach still unsettled, and his hearts seemed to think this new upright position put an unfair demand on them, so it was possible that he wasn't thinking straight, either. Because that simple gesture seemed... like quite a lot.

He took her hand and offered her a smile, then promised himself that he was going to keep it together for the entirety of their trip to the TARDIS, whatever shape keep it together might take.

"How far?" he asked as he took an experimental step and found that his knees didn't love the idea of moving, but they still seemed to mostly remember how walking went.

A heaviness began to form in her chest as his sorrowful words. He might have been the only being to get that reaction out of her within mere seconds. How many people would he see move on in life; age or death. She dreaded the thought, knowing how much he hated endings. The pain that came from them, the goodbyes.

"Don't travel alone too much, okay, my love." She made sure to say it loud enough for him to hear clearly.

If he chose to ignore all other things she said throughout the day, River Song only hoped that was the one he chose to listen to.

"Oh, it's perfectly alright for you to stare at my arse. I like it when you do." River ever quick to change from sounding sentimental to anything but. It never fit a psychopath such as herself. "As for any health complications, well we'll see about fixing things up once we get back to the TARDIS."

Already climbing down, now knowing in which direction they needed to go and the Doctor on his way to likely vomiting whatever his fixation food was this regeneration. It was best to set off, then work out details.

"Breathe slowly, love, and drink some more water," River said, lowering herself to her feet instead of risking a jump. Couldn't break an ankle when the Doctor already was useless himself.

Once she collected her backpack, she held her hand out to him.

[xceanlynx]

y'all I went on twitter for the first time in three days and people are trying to cancel First? bffr

[ostwitchsheart]

Sorry to start complaining but its my tumblr