#IT'S A BIG BOY TODAY JESUS LORD

[sturnioloshacker]

sex in seattle - a vinnie hacker smut

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended 

cw: praise kink, dirty talk, blowjob, sex, orgasm denial, smut. this is an nsfw short, everything written is fictional. interact or don’t interact, i’m not your mother

summary: vinnie is thankful for having sex in his room with you, but not thankful for being caught in the act

the front door of vinnie’s childhood home opens and we’re both greeted by his parents maria and nate with opens arms and big hugs. this year, i’m celebrating thanksgiving with vinnie’s family and friends. It’s always nice to have a bit of a change which is why i’m currently in seattle with the best boyfriend in the entire world and his family and closest friends. we walk in and it feels so cozy, warm and full of love. 

“the turkey is still in the oven so make yourself comfortable, love”, maria warningly says.

“thanks, maria.”

i go to sit next to vinnie but instead i’m pulled by my hips and into his lap. not that i’m complaining though! while everyone is busy preparing the table and setting up the food, vinnie starts to act up. he starts bucking his hips up, the friction becoming too much all of a sudden. 

“vincent, what are you trying to accomplish here?”

“baby, please, i need you now”. he whines softly in my ear.

“bub, we’re here with your family and friends. we can’t just go and have sex like we do back at home in la.”

he whines again as i get up from his lap to go and see if his family needs help with anything. being told that everything is under control, I’m suddenly spun around to face my boyfriend. 

“how about i give you a tour of my room?” he smirks, taking me by the hand and leading me to his room.

this boy i swear to god, always so horny!

he takes me in first before closing the door behind us and pushing me up against it. he quickly follows my movement, capturing my lips in his for a steamy and sensual kiss. little moans and gasps escape my lips as he squeezes my ass and presses his chest against mine, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth and graze my lips. i slowly drop to my knees and i’m level with his growing boner. i press a quick kiss to his clothed dick before hooking my fingers around the waistband, pulling them down to find that he chose to go commando today. good lord. I wrap my hands around his length, giving him a couple of strokes before taking him in my mouth.

“god i love the way you wrap that pretty little mouth around me, princess. so pretty.”

i giggle around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. i speed up my movements, making vinnie throw his head back in pleasure, the intensity getting him close to the edge. He grabs my head and pulls me off, his breathing rapid. 

“as much as i wanna cum in your mouth, i would love to cum in that cute little pussy of yours.”

he helps me up from the floor before picking me up and throwing us onto his bed. he presses a quick kiss to my forehead before aligning himself with my entrance. he pushes in all the way, bottoming out once he’s fully inside and making us both moan in pure ecstasy. i quickly adjust and give him the nod of approval for him to start moving. 

“oh vin, that feels so good, please don’t stop.” i moan out.

“not stopping, pretty baby. not until you cum all over my cock.”

i can feel us getting so close. i clench around vinnie’s girth, feeling him twitch against my walls. my heart beats faster and my breathing becomes erratic as i feel the knot rapidly unravelling in my stomach. i cry out as my orgasm washes over me and i cream all over vinnie’s cock. i grind against his cock as i ride out my orgasm, getting him close to the edge. 

“fuck, pretty girl. you’re gonna make me cum so hard.”

“cum inside me, pretty boy. i need to feel you inside me so bad.”

“hey guys, you almost done with the room tour? dinner is read- JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK?!”

vinnie and i both scream in fear as we whip our heads to the open door where his brother reggie stands, mouth wide open and hands in his hair. We quickly cover ourselves with the blankets and sheet underneath us, trying to hide our bodies from the younger brother.

“knock next time, dipshit! how much did you see?” vinnie asks, fear exiting his body. 

“um... just that last bit. fuck, now i’m scarred for life. anyway, dinner’s ready when you two are.”

reggie shuts the door and vinnie turns to look back down at me.

“i just lost my orgasm. shit, i’m sorry baby.”

“it’s okay, bub. i’ll give it to you later on tonight, promise.”

“this is one of the many reasons why i love you so much. happy thanksgiving, my pretty.”

“i love you so much. happy thanksgiving, handsome.”

[hai7ani]

PRINCESS TREATMENT haitani rindou

sfw

adult rindou is a lovesick fool + ran still peels rindou's prawns to this day

"What's better, vomit green or pee yellow?"

"'The hell's wrong with you?"

Rindou thinks you're stupid.

Not in a bad way of course -- he fucking adores it, especially when you're all sleepy and blabbering nonsense to him before bed in that stupidly cute face of yours. "Baby, have I ever told you that you look a bit like Chicken Little?" "Shut up. Go to sleep."

He says that with an annoyed expression and yet every time, Rindou will simply gaze into your eyes with a lovesick grin as you continue to sleepily mess with him in bed. A few swats to his chest when he sneaks a hand down the blanket to pinch your butt, a few giggles tumbling from your mouth when he attacks your neck with his lips because it tickles there . . .

And he'd air his whiny complaints out to Ran who is busy peeling prawns on the dinner table.

"I swear, why do all girls get zoomies when they're 'boutta fall asleep?" He rants to his brother with a scrunch of his nose and the older boy simply chuckles before placing down a nicely peeled prawn in Rindou's plate. "Does your girlfriend do that too? I gotta know, bro."

"You say that as if you don't like it. Love it, even." Ran licks off the sauce from his fingers with a look on his face. He stares at his brother, and stifles a laugh upon meeting eyes. ". . . And ya, she does." Rindou pokes into the prawn with his fork and brings it up to his mouth, before eventually choking on the meat from trying to hold back his own laugh.

Two unserious brothers.

And today, Rindou is holding your hand as you walk back home together after a dinner date out at a high-end restaurant in Aoyama. It is payday and he had immediately forwarded you a copy of his payslip when a notice from HR came through. "Eating nice today, baby." He'd smirked into the phone and you'd laughed loudly into the speaker. "Sure, sure. Whatever you want."

The crisp autumn wind blows past the two of you and dried leaves rustle around the walkway with some crunching beneath your shoes following the steps that you both take. You sway your hands together back and forth while kicking a pebble in your step.

"Answer it, baby. I needa know which kinda disgusting colour are you more into." You cling onto his arm and pout up at his blank expression.

Rindou pinches your thumb between his fingers while you giggle up at him, "do I seem like I got a fuckin' choice?" You shake your head, "you don't, no. So hurry up, answer it."

He clicks his tongue and moves to wrap a warm arm around your shoulders. "Lord have mercy. I'm stuck here with my annoying lady and she won't stop asking me weird n' stupid questions."

You ignore his whines and cries for help to the Lord and hug your arms around his frame tighter. You laugh into his shirt and a hand reaches up to caress at your hair. It's warm, it's comforting.

"Quickly, vomit green or pee yellow?"

"Dunno. You're stupid. Shut up. Go away."

You deadpan. He gives you a judgmental look that reminds you a bit of the silly The Rock meme that you always see on social medias before pulling you anymore closer to him.

You snort at it -- so much for telling you to go away.

"Fine. Have it this way then -- I'll massage your back tonight if you say pee yellow. Please."

It's an obvious bait -- it's deliberate.

". . . Pee yellow."

He willingly falls into it.

And Rindou flushes when you cackle and swat a hand at his back, "Jesus, Rin! Who's the stupid one now?" You point an accusing finger with a red face -- the aftermath of laughing so hard and he slaps it away with a faint pout. "Shaddap."

You approach a huge puddle of water on the ground and he hops over it in one big step. Rindou almost falls back when you don't let go of him, and instead, you remain where you are -- foot seemed to be mounted into the ground -- and you tug back on his hand. Hard.

Where on Earth did you find the strength to do that? He's got no idea at all.

"Shit, baby, I almost fell-"

Your hands break off somewhere in the process of him trying to regain his balance and not fall into the puddle of water with you figuring out your best course of action, and you soon realise that he's on the other side of the puddle now. You feel oddly left out despite the look of patience plastered on his face as he beckons for you to come over to him.

"C'mere, baby."

You stop moving, choosing to stare down the puddle with an annoyed expression instead while scratching at your bun that's starting to agitate you.

Your orbs scan around the tight walkway and notice that there isn't any walkable areas for you, and certainly not for the expensive Louboutin's you are currently wearing that is paired with a slim body-hugging dress hanging off your shoulders. No clear ground except for the muddy grass on the side from the light rain earlier, and you grimace at the thought of getting your heels dirty.

Because Rindou had gotten these shoes for you just last week -- you can't be getting them dirty this early into your ownership. These shoes are your pride and joy -- your absolute love. No harm can ever be done to them.

Rindou raises a brow at where he stands on the other side, staring at your figure who is awfully quiet all of a sudden. He notices that you aren't really paying attention to him and takes it a hint to follow your gaze instead -- the big puddle, the tight walkway, the muddy grass, the way you're checking and tapping your heels on the ground repeatedly . . .

And he pieces it together.

"I can't cross." You mumble and look up at him, who is already silently crossing your heavy Michael Kors over his torso. He puffs and fixes his hair before swiftly hopping back to you in one big step.

You reach out to hold his hands, a habit you make when you're unsure of what to do, and Rindou simply pulls you by the waist, closer to him, to grab at your arms and he looms it over his shoulders. You blink up at him with wide eyes and a cheeky smile -- you seemed to have picked up on what he's about to do -- and he resists himself to smooch at your rosy lips for being so cute.

He'll save that for later.

"C'mon, princess."

Rindou hurls you into his arms in one swift motion like an actual princess -- one arm supporting your back and the other tucked under your knees -- and you immediately smile widely into his neck, burying your face there as you shy and melt deep into his body. You hear wet footsteps sound through the area and can't help but finally let the giddy laugh escape your lips.

Rindou steps through the puddle while carrying your body in his arms with the heavy bag of yours slung over his torso that he's repeatedly tutted at the entire evening. "What the hell do you even put in there? It's always so heavy." "An umbrella, a recycled bag in case of emergency shopping, two packets of tissues, some pads, makeup, your stupid bulky power bank that you never use but still wants me to carry around-" "Enough."

You relish in the warmth radiating off his chest as you relax in his arms and thanking yourself for training a man like him.

You remind yourself to make it up to him tonight.

In what way? Guess he'll be finding it out tonight.

When Rindou finally makes it over to the other side, he moves to place you back down on your feet, but you cling closer to him at that and wrap your arms tighter around his neck.

"Noooo. Les' go home like this." You whine into his neck and he chuckles lightly, "I'll be all spent before we even get back home, baby."

Nonetheless, Rindou picks you back up and continues walking forward while you rest your head on his chest, listening to his frantic heartbeat and you giggle like a fool. "More the reason for you to look forward to tonight."

He smirks down at you in his arms upon your words, half-lidded eyes gazing straight into your mischievous ones. You bite your lip under his gaze and look away.

"Yeah? What should I be expecting?"

"Something like a really nice massage. Paired with a little extra thing."

You wiggle your eyebrows at it and Rindou leans his head down to bite at your cheek.

"I'll sure be looking forward to it, then."

Though the two of you are being rather . . . cheeky, right now, he can't help but have his heart swell at the current situation. It makes him feel all giddy on the inside and he silently prays the night hides it well enough that you don't notice the flaming red on his cheeks. (You always do, and you never point it out. It's so endearing to see him like this.)

You're giggling like a pretty baby in his arms as he carries you back home with wet footprints trailing behind and your heavy bag slung over his torso.

He smiles at it. You smile at him.

And Rindou will spend a lifetime carrying you home in wet shoes and sore arms if it means getting to see you so happy.

Happy with him.

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[fiammee]

Hello, how have ya been? How did your trip ended, did you have fun?

I guess reaching to you through asks is easier than DMs, so here I am, being generally curious about where we left off the last last time, but since I am here I'll also leave a big ask:

How did it happen that Jon Lord is so important to you? When did you hear him and saw him for the first time? What's the thing in his playing and in his character that makes him be that special guy to you?

Write the longest answer you want - or a short one if it's more in your style - I'm just a curious lil mutual <3

Heyaaaaa haiiiiiii dear!!!! Thank you for these questions *rubbing hands* Finally lets hope that I can respond this time XD

Times could get better, but summer is coming and Im pretty excited in beginning uni academy next year, lets hope🙏

About my trip end, it was a bit unexpected but funny: we leaved our rented house at 10 AM but we quickly found out that all highways were clogged up, and we managed to reach home a whole day after, at 1 AM, literally praying that my mom wouldnt fall asleep while driving 🤣

Abt Jon, lets begin *cracks knuckles*

I dont remember if I have ever said this to anyone, but usually my dad, when I was little, made me watch purple lives instead of cartoons;

So, throughout my childhood and my first teenage years I had this blurred memory about the members and how they looked like; (my thoughts were like: why the drums guy is so little? Why the guitarman is so scary? Why that mans moustache are so big and silly? Why the singer looks like Jesus and has my same hair? Just pure childlike wonder lol)

And finally, around 2020, I gave them a chance by listening my dads machine head vynil and OH BOY OH BOY I was quickly captivated by their roaring and powerful sound.

My first crush was big ian but I later revalued Jon when, out of pure curiousity, I went searching for pics on pinterest and I stumbled upon this:

My brain and hormones went apeshit🤭🤭 and this sort of awakened me, I was asking myself questions like "wtf is happening to me whattt?" in pure confusion.

The rest is now history, and here I am today :]]

Apart from the obvious phisical attraction (please mind that I was still new to this world at the time🤣) What I always found fascinating about him was the crazy talent and gentle personality among the "rock people" that Ive known previously.

I consider him to be a pretty unique rock soul: no extreme drama, nor arrogance, stupidity, rudeness or immesurable ego; he was just happy to be in the scene, and had the intelligence to make himself respected and valued... I think that he did that pretty well😌.

He used MUSIC in his everyday life as the main method of expressing himself rather than using words (as an introvert I consider him as a role model for what he gifted to others and himself) and lets be frank, isnt it cool that a BIG strong 185 cm man is easily brought to tears of emotion by listening to a classical piece or spectating a good sunset or landscape? He's an 800' romantic author trapped in a motocyclist body, an unusual combination🤣🤣

And what about his music? He combined classical, popular, blues, jazz and sick improvisation in a fresh versatile style that changed rock music and organ playing forever, and would inspire generations of musicians since this very day! And lets not forget his pure classical works, full of a wide range of emotions that have helped me in various rough times.

I hope to have answered your questions my dear :)) and it wouldnt be bad if I addressed the same questions to you about keith, with you making a post about it reblogging this one, obv if you feel like doing it 🫰🏻

[allwormdiet]

Tangle 6.5

Once more unto the fucking breach, huh?

They're fucking insane for this one, though

Jeeeeesus Christ what a maneuver though, what a stunt

What a fucking entrance! Absolutely legendary for this one, holy shit

Y'know, I guess when you're this deep into the fucking shark tank, you might as well feel some kind of zen, right? Like what's gonna happen, things get more dangerous?

Oh hey Emma, hope this scares the bejeezus out of you,

Aww, Tattletale wanted to do a fun little monologue

Also very clever that they brought the bugs along via Big Dog, way better than depending on the gallery to have enough wasps and spiders

They are clowning on these fucking PRT guys, oh my god this is embarrassing

You're getting comboed to shit by a pack of half-feral teenagers and you can't even use your foam things worth a damn. Like, Tattletale is contributing in this fight, and she doesn't fight for shit!

Right, yeah containment foam. Pretty neat actually, and it makes sense as the weapon of choice for an organization meant to handle parahuman threats. Not that it's working for them rn, but y'know, thought that counts.

I think one day Victoria is gonna make Tattletale pay for that nickname, but good lord today is not that day

Also yeah fuck Shadow Stalker

Yeah, fuck Shadow Stalker!

Hi Assault, bye Assault

Great fucking team move between Assault and Battery, their powers are remarkably complementary to each other, which means it's kind of a shame it didn't work

This fight is still so cool though, god

Yeah you know what I think I get why people would want to stay away from Triumph, that's a power combination that'll do it

Aww but he's such a good boy though, taking down the big shouty man

Not only lol, but also lmao

And here comes Armsmaster to ruin everything. Again.

What's that line from the old Mortal Kombat movie? "I've studied all your moves," but said in like a horrendous fake Australian accent?

Also Jesus Miss Militia who needs a machine gun to subdue a teenager, that's overkill

Anyway haha things can only get better from here right

Current Thoughts

It hasn't even been two weeks since they knocked over the bank, and now they're here, that's fucking ludicrous

Fucking incredible that the Undersiders have managed to put up the numbers they have so far. Four Wards, Glory Girl, Assault and Battery, and Triumph all down and out. They walked into this with like two-to-one odds and have turned the numbers around in their favor. Armsmaster is gonna be a fucking problem of course, and Velocity's gonna put up a fight (Miss Militia is about to get punked in the next chapter so her not as much) but still, that's way better odds than I think anyone would have given them

It's getting late and I'm tired, so I'm gonna leave it here for tonight. Let that cliffhanger sizzle where it stands.

[justaphangirl07]

Hello!! I was wondering if you could do a cute

imagine about how you meet Tobi?!(and he is very flirty)  Maybe you are friends with freezy and he introduces them?! Please and thank you!!

Collide (Tobi Brown/Tobijizzle/TBJZL)

A/N: I can have a go, I hope you like it!

Y/N’s POV

I sign as I look up and the tall building in front of me

Finally moving to the big city of London

My best friend finally convinced me with his rambling that this would be the best place to get a job and move to

Who is my best friend you may ask?

Well the one and only Calfreezy

I’ve known Calfreezy for the longest time and we have been friends ever since we met

Not long after Freezy moved to the UK, we became neighbours

He was the annoying boy next door that I saw all the time and could never get rid of

He was like the brother I never had

When Freezy started growing on YouTube and made friends with other YouTubers, he decided that it was best to move to London and start networking

I on the other hand decided that I wanted to go to university and get a degree

From a young age, I haven’t really been sure what I wanted to do, so going to university was a big decision

I finally found my love for photography and decided that was the way that I wanted to go with my life

So fresh out of university, I decided to make the leap and move to London, not just so I could spend time with my best friend but to broaden my horizons

I contacted some companies, showed them portfolio and managed to get a internship with a big name company

I knew that I would need somewhere to live and I couldn’t think of anywhere better than the same building that Freezy had done nothing but bang on about since he moved in

Today was my moving in day and Freezy has no idea that I’m about to become his new neighbour

Just like old times

I take a deep breath as I walk into the grand building stood in front of me

I drag my suitcase behind me, whilst holding a box under my arm

I internally groan at the thought of having to go back to my car and grab some more boxes and carry them up to my flat

Suddenly I collide with another body and my box goes flying, along with the contents

As I hit the floor, my eyes go wide as I see the contents of my underwear box spread across the floor

“Shit, I am so sorry! Here let me help you pick things up” the males voice says as he kneels down and starts picking up the contents of my box

“No, no, it’s fine really, I will pick things up in a second” I say in a hurry as I get up and try to pick things but before he can notice what they are

I lift my head up and come face to face with the man that I recognised to be Tobi brown or TBJZL on YouTube, one of the Sidemen and also one of Freezy’s friends

He is much more handsome in real life

“I’m sorry for bumping into you, I think you dropped these” he says as he hands me a selection of bras and thongs

At this point, I just want the ground to swallow me up because Jesus Christ this is embarrassing

Shit, I know he is a man of god, so shouldn’t really take the lords name in vein

But then again, I’m saying this internally, so I don’t suppose that he will mind

“It’s ok, don’t worry! No harm done” I say before picking up the rest of the things and putting them back in the box

“I’m guessing by the box and suitcase, that you are moving in?” Tobi says gesturing towards my bag and box

I nod

“Yeah, I am a photograhy intern and I needed a place to live, so here I am! I’m Y/N by the way” I explain with a smile

“My best friend lives in this building and banged on about how amazing it is to live here, so I thought that i would surprise him” I continue to explain

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Tobi! Who is your best friend? Maybe I know him” He says

“Callum Airey, sorry you probably know him as Calfreezy” I say correcting myself

“Ahhhh yes, I know Freezy! I’m assuming that I’m you know Freezy then you will know who I am” Tobi says

I laugh at the statement

“Alright big head, yes I do know who you and the Sidemen are, I just didn’t want to seem like some kind of fan girl because after spending time with Freezy in public, I know what they can be like” I explain to him

Tobi nods

“Yes fangirls are lovely but It’s nice to not have people crowding you or in the older days screaming in you face” He says

I get what he means, when Freezy started to get big and the fangirls used to crowd us and could be all levels of crazy in public but just like the boys have, the fans are growing up with them and have mellowed slightly

I mean they aren’t like directioners but still they are fans non the less

“So I was actually down here just getting my post, but now I’m wondering if you wanted any help with your stuff?” Tobi asks

With a smug smile on my face, I say

“Well I think that is the least that you could do, considering my stuff was all over the floor after you bumped into me”

Tobi smirks back at me

“No the least I could do, would be for me to take you to dinner to welcome you to the building and the least you could do for me would be to allow me to see you in some of this underwear that I so kindly helped you pick up” he says

I let out a laugh

“Alright, I’ll let you take me out, but we will have to see about the underwear” I say as I hand him the box before making my way to the lifts

“Yeah, I guess we will” he mumbles as he follows me to the lift

I can see that me and Tobi are going to get on really well

Now time to go and surprise Freezy!

A/N: PLEASE REQUEST SOME IMAGINES

Masterlist

[cau-lee-flower215]

leedle i finished gatsby and i would love to hear your thoughts on mr tom buchanan 👀

mkay so. i will preface this with saying i do not condone abuse or adultery or racism or sexist beliefs or any of the other terrible things tom mentions within the story.

that being said.

tom is my favorite character without any sort of question in my mind.

to me, he’s the most interesting character, he has the most pizazz to me and i just really loved watching his character progress and regress throughout the course of the novel.

he’s got some of my favorite quotes, he’s very witty in a very stupid way and as someone who has the type in men who look like they eat cement, i can confirm tom has absolutely no thoughts in his head.

being raised with money, he likes to appear smart and so he’ll just rant about random things, but he truly has no idea what he’s saying. he just wants to seem impressive because he’s supposed to be all impressive, you know, and that’s really the epitome of his old money stance, he’s very stuck in the what was, not really caring for the what is. he’s very out of place in the crowd of the novel because everyone else is much more interested in new money- literally it’s always tom against everyone else-

the way he treats daisy, while absolutely retched, is also another thing i enjoy analyzing. not only do i appreciate the way he represents the idea of masculinity of the time (themes of masculinity are a really big deal to me @a-person-who-didnt-wanna-be-here can confirm that) but i will die on the hill that he did truly care for her. i will set up my tent and camp out until the sun sinks below the horizon, never to return again to the sky.

but anyway.

he loves daisy. it’s a bad love, but it’s love. she doesn’t have a good love him for either, so ya know, that’s another thing to yap about. but he wants daisy. he wants her to be happy and yeah, it’d be great if he was the one making her happy, but he doesn’t care how she becomes happy as long as she keeps being the kind of wife he wants her to be.

again, he’s very icky, but he’s also everything an old money husband of the time would have been, so you cannot fault him without faulting all the others alongside him.

anyway.

tom loves daisy, it’s a terribly toxic love, but he does truly care for her in some way shape or form so ya know, my boy is capable of emotions okay? he’s got harsh feelings, he just doesn’t know how to act properly, properly by the standards we have set in today’s world-

and then lemme get to myrtle.

good lord. he spoils her when he’s not…ya know…breaking her nose. he may love daisy, but he loves myrtle too and again, it’s one of those, he doesn’t know how to act and he gets these really big bouts of emotions that he really doesn’t know how to handle.

can we say a lack of education in dealing with emotions across the history of the ideal of masculinity in america?

tom has anger issues. obviously. but ya know…that’s probably not the worst thing about him.

and at the end? when myrtle dies? he weeps. you know who else wept? jesus. but anyway. he weeps over her dying when he goes to the apartment and sees that little box of dog treats.

there’s a quote i really like, it’s nick’s quote, but it’s about tom being all secure and then losing both his wife and his mistress within the span of an hour. i just.

god.

i feel that. i really do.

and him and gatsby, oh gosh, tom’s threatened by gatsby because he knows daisy loves gatsby in a much better way than she loves tom and he hates it. he’s supposed to have an obedient little wife that loves him and only him despite all of the terrible things he does and to watch daisy blatantly go after gatsby, that does things to my boy.

old money vs new money with a dash of the effects of toxic masculinity.

tom’s just.

he’s just.

from the moment they introduced him, i was in love and intrigued, and i truly enjoyed watching him throughout the novel and listening to him in the broadway soundtrack-

okay that’s all i have to say right now cause i know i sound stupid.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Kate Briquelet at The Daily Beast:

MAGA pastor Sean Feucht and a band of Christian nationalists are glomming on to campus protests against Israel’s war on Gaza, leading “United for Israel” marches at Columbia and the University of Southern California while professing their belief that the conflict is a harbinger of the “End Times” predicted in the Bible. On Wednesday night, Feucht’s followers and far-right extremists rallied outside USC with the help of a police escort—an image that stands in stark contrast to the LAPD officers in riot gear who previously arrested activists from the school’s pro-Palestinian camp. The Christian Zionist parade kicked off with Feucht performing contemporary worship music (“Our God is an awesome God”) and anti-LGBTQ speakers like preachers Lou Engle and Ché Ahn, who once crowed at a “Stop the Steal” rally: “We’re gonna rule and reign through President Trump and under the lordship of Jesus Christ.”

Feucht, looking every bit the part of a Jesus rocker in a black jean jacket, fired up the crowd with a concert before the march. “Lord, we stand together against hatred, bigotry, anti-semitism, violence that’s taken over this campus and the streets of the city,” Feucht said between songs. “God, I just pray today that America would see a different story tonight.” “Where they’ve seen division, they would see unity and joy,” added the 40-year-old Sammy Hagar-coiffed pastor, who once prayed over former President Trump and Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis and his wife Casey. Afterward, Fox News portrayed Feucht as a hero of sorts for the Jewish people. “We want Americans to see that we are fed up with this rot of anti-Semitism on the college campuses, and that we’re gathering together in unity, bringing prayer, bringing hope,” said Feucht, who’s risen to MAGA fame and riches after holding worship concerts flouting COVID rules in 2020.

The irony of divisive activists making up the “unity” flock didn’t seem to be lost on reporters and extremism researchers, including Kate Burns, Jeremy Lindenfeld, and Kelly Stuart, who documented the scene in real time. They estimated a few hundred participants showed up versus Feucht’s projection of “thousands.”

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“There’s a veneer of interfaith, there’s a veneer of solidarity,” said Taylor, a senior scholar at the Institute for Islamic, Christian, and Jewish Studies (ICJS). “I do interfaith dialogue for a living. These people are not doing interfaith dialogue. They’re doing Christian supremacy, but they’re cloaking it in the garb of interfaith solidarity.”

“If Sean Feucht is an enemy of anti-Semitism, why does he hang out with Proud Boys and QAnon supporters and conspiracy theorists at places that tolerate outright anti-Semitism like the ReAwaken America tour?” Taylor added. “Why does he invite far-right militia members to be security at his own events? Color me skeptical that Sean Feucht cares one whit about anti-Semitism.” (A Proud Boy and a Jan. 6 insurrectionist reportedly belonged to Feucht’s security team at his Oregon “Let Us Worship” event in 2021.) Feucht has also palled around with podcaster Elijah Schaffer, who has made anti-Semitic remarks along with his guest speakers like white supremacist Nick Fuentes. “Do you believe Jews disproportionately control the world institutions, banks, & are waging war on white, western society?” Schaffer asked in a 2023 Twitter poll.

[...] In New York, Feucht teamed up with conservative radio host Eric Metaxas, who, according to Media Matters, uses his platform to promote the belief that Christians should control the government, and once punched an anti-Trump protester in the face. A day before descending on the Big Apple, Feucht went live on Facebook and appeared almost giddy about the “end days.” “Yes, these are the end days,” Feucht said. “I know people say all the time, ‘Everyone’s saying it’s the end days.’ ‘Jesus said it was the end days 2000 years ago.’ Well, it is the end days, and we’re one day closer to the return of Jesus.” “And as that ramps up, we’re going to see a rise of evil, we’re going to see a rise of glory, and we’re gonna see a rise of hatred for the Jewish people.”

[...] Many evangelicals like Feucht believe in an End Times prophecy where Jews will return to Israel (and convert to Christianity) as part of Jesus’s Second Coming.

Far-right Christian nationalists such as Sean Feucht have traveled to various campuses where protests against the Gaza Genocide are happening to preach a right-wing pro-Israel Apartheid rally under the guise of an “interfaith rally.”

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To the end and back | Daryl Dixon x reader

Chapter nine - call it what you want

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Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Warnings - regular twd warnings

'Cherokee rose'

Season 2 ep4

we woke up really early today, packed up the rv, left a sign for Sophia with food, and then left. "Be careful" I whisper, Daryl and I stood behind the rv, talking quietly. "I will" Daryl says with a nod before pressing a quick kiss to my lips. "Hey Daryl, I hav-" I was about to ask, I really was but I was cut off by dale.

"y/n! Daryl! you ready."

I let out a quiet groan of frustration before walking back around to the other side of the rv, and getting in. I take a seat at the table and place both my elbows on it. the drive was short, there were a couple of times we turned down the wrong road and got lost but we fixed the problem quickly. we pull up to a farm, practically in the middle of nowhere. the only things around it are fields of grass and woods. the main house is pretty big. bigger house than I've ever lived in. 

when we all get out of the cars rick, and Lori are walking out of the house. I run up to the both of them and hug Lori. "Is he alright?" I ask in a whispered tone. "he'll pull through" Lori replies with a nod. I pull away "thanks to Hershel and his people." Lori says turning her head back towards an older man and a blonde lady. "And Shane, we'd have lost carl if not for him" rick adds. Shane now has a shaved head and is wearing close at least 2 sizes too big for him. he should've kept the hair. dale hugs rick and carol hugs Lori "thank god we were so worried" she whispers. were all hugging and greeting each other like we didn't just see each other all yesterday. the next person I'm hugging is Glenn. I'm holding onto him as tight as I can. I really can't live without him. "Thought you forgot me" he whispers with a laugh. "I missed you" I whisper as I bury my head in the crook of his neck. "Missed you too" he replies. 

"how'd it happen?" dale asks rick. "Hunting accident. that's all- just a stupid accident" rick replies.

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we all attend the funeral of who I learned died while going out with Shane to get supplies. Shane says the guy named Otis sacrificed himself. but the look on Shane's face says otherwise. each of us add a rock to pay our respects.

 "Blessed be god, father of our lord Jesus Christ. praise be to him for the gift of our brother Otis, for his span of years, for his abundance of character; Otis, who gave his life to save a child's, now more than ever, our most precious asset. we thank you, God, for the peace he enjoys in your embrace. he died as he lived in grace." 

Shane has this look on his face the entire time that just gives away that He's lying. I don't understand why nobody else sees it. "Shane, will you speak for Otis?" Hershel asks. Shane looks like he just shit his pants. "I'm not good at it." Shane responds quickly. "I'm sorry" he whispers as he shakes his head. "You were the last one with him. you shared his final moments." cries a lady named Patricia. "Please. I need to hear. I need to know his death had meaning" cries the lady. Shane stands there his mouth gaping open. "okay" he whispers. he looks around thinking about what to say "we were about done.... almost out of ammo. we were down to pistols by then. I was limpin', it was bad.... ankle all swollen up 'we got to save the boy.' see, that's what he said. he gave me his backpack, he shoved me ahead. 'run' he said. he said, "I'll take the rear. i'll cover you.' and when I looked back...." Shane begins to limp towards the large pile of rocks "if not for Otis" he takes a rock out of the wheelbarrow "I'd have never made it out alive. and that goes for carl too. it was Otis. he saved us both. if any death had meaning, it was his." then he placed the rock in the pile. the man was a good liar, I'd give that to him. that was an amazing story he just told there, but it wasn't the truth. I spent the last few months getting to know him, he was like family up until a few days ago. I knew him, he knew me. and I knew he was lying. I'd take that to my grave. 

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Daryl, Shane, Andrea, rick, Hershel, and I are gathered around a car talking about Sophia, plans and stuff. I was going to be a part of the search for Sophia no matter how much Daryl disliked it. Sophia and her mother were family too me now and God dammit if I didn't put my whole being into finding her. It wouldn't be right if I didn't. "How long has this girl been lost?" asks Hershel. "this'll be day three" rick replies as Hershel's daughter Maggie walks up with a map. she spreads it across the hood of the car "county survey map. shows terrain and elevations." she says "this is perfect. we can finally get this thing organized." rick says as Maggie places three rocks on the map to keep it down. "we'll grid the whole area, start searching in teams." rick says "not you. not today. you gave three units of blood. you wouldn't be hiking five minutes in this heat before passing out." Hershel says to rick before turning his head towards Shane. "And your ankle, push it now, you'll be laid up a month, no good to anybody." Hershel says. we're out 2 and we need people searching so Daryl can't even say no to me helping. 

"So, I guess it's just me, I'm gonna head back to the creek, work my way up from there" Daryl says leaning over and tracing it over with his finger. "What about me?" I ask with my brows furrowed. after a bunch of convincing Daryl agreed to me going, he can't just go back on his word. "you're not comin' stay here with Glenn. help him or somethin' it's not safe" I let out a groan and cross my arms. "You said I could help" before turning around and marching off towards Glenn. I can hear Daryl let out a frustrated sigh behind me, but he said I could go! it's not like he's my boyfriend or my husband and even if he was, he still wouldn't have the authority to boss me around. Glenn can tell I'm frustrated "what's wrong?" he asks. "He won't let me go!" I groan, "He's just bossin' me around telling me it's not safe and shit. it's not like he's my dad. it just wasn't like this before y'know." Glenn has a smirk on his face, I roll my eyes "what's so funny?" I ask, "maybe its cause I don't know...he cares about you?" he says with a laugh. I roll my eyes. "I know he cares doofus" I say. "It just doesn't mean he can boss me around." I say crossing my arms and leaning against the tree next to me. he rolls his eyes as he continues working on whatever he's working on "what are we 15 I haven't been called a doofus since I was in high school" he laughs. "Why do you even want go with him anyways" I don't reply just stare. I want to go because I won't feel safe here without him. even though Hershel says it is secured I still won't feel safe unless I know Daryl's here. I know very sappy but that's how I feel. "I don't feel safe without Daryl here" I whisper. Glenn smiles "aww. you like him don't you?" I nod slowly "good cause he does too" I scoff "how do you know that?"

"He told me and t-dog, that night at the CDC." I didn't even think he'd remember that shit all four of us were drunk out of our minds. Maggie, Hershel's daughter walks up to Glenn. he turns his head towards her mouth gaping open. he likes her, or at least thinks she's pretty. I can tell. "I'm gonna go talk to Daryl" I say walking away. I walk towards Daryl whose getting ready to leave. "I already said no" he says as soon as I'm close enough for me hear him. I let out a frustrated sigh. "Please...Daryl. I just- I just don't feel safe here without you" I say whispering the last part as I look up at him. he just stares at me processing what I had just said. "rick'll be here. and Hershel says the farm is secured." I shake my head putting on some puppy dog eyes that never failed me when I was younger. "But Daryl I only feel safe with you. I can help...please?" he sighs and rubs his face with his hand "it's not safe out there."

"please" I whisper again. 

he lets out a groan "fine, but you have to hold your own I'm not goin' to be the only one lookin' for Sophia" I roll my eyes, why wouldn't I be looking for Sophia? if he didn't let me go with him, I would definitely be going out by myself. "I will, thanks Daryl. I'll go grab my bag." I run off towards the rv and quicky run back towards Daryl who's talking to rick near the front of Hershel's house. "I thought you were going by yourself?" rick says with his brows furrowed up in confusion. "I decided I might need a little help" Daryl mutter "we could send Andrea with you-" 

"no just y/n. we'll be fine" Daryl says cutting rick off.

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we start our journey into the forest. I've got my gun clutched in my hand as we walk slowly through the overgrown grass, and branches. Daryl's in front of me with his crossbow ready to shoot. "You should teach me how to use that thing one day" I say quietly. "Yeah, one day" Daryl replies.  

about hour into our search, we come across a house that's been very overgrown. it had to been abandoned way longer than when the outbreak first happened. Daryl takes off his crossbow and takes an arrow out of the front of his crossbow "stay behind me" he says as he continues walking towards the house. "mkay" I mutter. he kicks the front door open and examines the area before continuing into the house slowly. the old wooden floor creaks under our steps as we walk further into the house. Daryl turns the corner into the first room, makes sure there's no one in it and continues onto the next. no one. he goes onto the next, and also there's no one. next we go into a kitchen like area. there's no one in there but there is a trashcan with a somewhat recent opened can of fish. Daryl sniffs at it before pouring it out back into the trashcan. that opened can just gave me the little hope I needed that Sophia could be alive. yeah, it could've been anyone who opened that can but the only other people alive we've seen out here have been the people at Hershel's farm, and the other one is Sophia well at least we hope Sophia's alive. Daryl looks up and notices a brown door just open the tiniest bit. "Stay behind me" he whispers as he raises his bow. he walks closer to the door, the wood creaking under his feet. then he pulls the door open, keeping a great distance between himself and the door. it just ends up being a pantry. a pantry that had a pillow and a blanket on the floor. it looked like someone had been hiding out in this house. "You think Sophia's been here?" I asked quietly. "It could've been anybody" he mutters before we turn around and head out. 

"Sophia!" shouts Daryl as we walk out of the house. "Sophia!" I call out. "Sophia!" Daryl shouts again as he walks around checking out every side of the house just in case she's passed out against a wall. Daryl walks over to a flower; a Cherokee rose to be specific. he kneels down next to it looking at it. "whatcha lookin' at?" I ask "flower..." he mutters to himself. it's only a singular one. I haven't seen flowers in ages. god I barely remember what a red rose looks like. "it's pretty" I whisper. Daryl nods. I decide to pick it, for Sophia, when we find her. she told me awhile back, when I first met her how much she liked flowers. I knew she'd appreciate it. I put it my bag carefully before we head back to Hershel's farm. 

"Daryl?" I whisper, we've been walking for about 20 minutes. "Hm?" he hums in response. "What are we?" I ask. he turns his head towards me with his brows furrowed "what'd ya mean?" I let out a quiet sigh. "Never mind" I whisper. "no tell me." I let out a barely audible sigh before saying "like what are we? relationship wise" he shrugs in response "whatever you want us to be sunshine." 

"What do you want us to be?" I ask with my brows furrowed. Daryl stops and turns around towards me. "Do you want to be my-" Daryl cuts me off. 

"Yeah sure" he says before turning back around and continuing on walking.

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when we arrive back at Hershel's farm I volunteer to go and talk to carol. I walk into the rv where carol was. Shes in the bedroom. the rv is quiet and way cleaner as I walk through to the back of the rv.  she looks up at me "I cleaned up, I wanted it to be nice for her" she says softly. "For a second I thought I was in the wrong place" I whisper. she lets out a quiet laugh through her nose. I open my bag up and presented the flower to her. "a flower?" she asks cocking her head to the side.I nod. "I picked it for Sophia when we find her. she told me how much she liked flowers awhile back so I...y'know" I whisper. she's got tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry carol...for how harsh I was last night. you know I never meant to hurt your feelings, right?" she shakes her head lightly "you didn't hurt my feelings y/n. you were just trying to protect the others" she says as she stands up pulling me into a hug. "I checked the highway...she wasn't there" carol says through tears. "sh..she wasn't there. I miss her so much" carol cries. I rub small circles into her back. "I do too. I'll find her I promise."

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I decide to visit carl for the first time. he's laid in a bed with a gauze wrapped around his torso. "y/n?" rick is passed out in the chair next to him. Lori said he's been giving blood like crazy. "Yeah, it's me buddy" I whisper as I kneeled down next to the bed. "Mom said you went to look for Sophia?" I nod "yeah I did." he gives me a weak smile "did you find her?" he asks I shake my head "no..I didn't but Daryl and I we're lookin', and I promise we'll find her" he nods in response "I know you will." 

"I'm kinda like you and my dad now, y'know we all got shot" I laugh he's right; we've all been shot. "Yeah kinda" I say reaching over and ruffling his hair. when rick wakes up, I decide to leave give then some father son time. 

when I am exiting the house Glenn is standing on the porch seemingly waiting for me. as soon as he sees me, he blurts out "I had sex with Maggie" my jaw drops in shook "what the fuck?" I whisper. "Seriously?" I ask, he has to be lying. I knew he had the hots for her, but I didn't know he'd go straight to sex! "Yeah, when we went out to the pharmacy" I quietly laugh "seriously in a pharmacy? with a bunch of walkers around?" he nods slowly "I'm going to bed. I think I need to after hearing that" I reply as I walk away from Glenn. I didn't want to hear that; I didn't ever want to know that. 

when I go to grab my tent to set up for the night Daryl stops me. "You can share with me. y'know cause mine is bigger." I nod following him towards his tent.

he holds me close to his chest as we both try falling asleep. it had been a long day I knew I'd be out fast. his chin rested against the top of my head. "Daryl?" I whisper. "Hm?" he's half asleep, I decide not to mess with him now "never mind" I whisper as I close my eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.

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You know what movie would absolutely not work nowadays? “Bad Boys II”. Looking back at that movie, it’s kind of a time capsule of what was acceptable back in the 2000s. Of course, critics hated the movie at the time, but if the movie was made today, it’d be absolutely eviscerated.

Reasoning:

1) There’s a comedic moment where Will Smith casually says he’ll kill the only remaining survivor of the Haitian gang in order to avoid the paperwork. This is after he and Martin Lawrence killed all the other members of the gang in a warrant-less raid.

2) The Miami police illegally cross into Cuba and fight the Cuban army, who are all aligned with the drug lord villain. The climax is straight up a Bay of Pigs invasion, but the American side wins.

3) Will Smith and Martin Lawrence are in a morgue and they spend a great deal of the scene making jokes about a dead woman’s breasts. Well, okay, they weren’t joking around, but the scene was clearly meant to be funny, as in “haha, big boobs on corpse”.

4) 15-year-old Megan Fox danced around in a bikini during the nightclub scene.

5) Will Smith and Martin Lawrence have an emotional moment, but it’s played for jokes since it sounds like they’re gay and are describing their love life. They even had one lady tell them they need Jesus.

So, we got police brutality, Americans invading other countries, bizarre necrophilia, sexualization of a minor, and homophobia. I’ve seen movies get significant negative attention for less shit than this, which is why I feel “Bad Boys II” oddly works as a time capsule for the early 2000s.

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Grandpa Tor Remembers: Camping with UMass Boys (and their plentiful tents)

So (2) people want to know about the time my girlfriend and I put on a show for a dorm full of guys.

Alright. 🫠

It was the Fall 1993 semester at UMass Amherst, and my girlfriend (let's call her...'Kelly') was dorming with a Puerto Rican girl who was obsessed with Luis Miguel (this girl was a walking stereotype of Puerto Ricans 💀). There were posters of the guy all over the room — along with the requisite Jesus iconography/crucifix on the damn wall — without any space for my girlfriend's shit, so if we were going to be doing anything, we'd still be surrounded by that guy's face (and fkn Jesus, when Kelly was Jewish and I was atheist 😭🤣). This roommate hated being around my gf and hated it even more when I was around, so thankfully the weekend this happened, she had gone home to wherever the fuck she was from (Holyoke, I think) and my gf let me know so I could hop a bus over. Zero to do with the story, just setting the weird ass scene I was shuffled into at that time in my life. If I recall, her roomie wanted to be a nurse, too. 💀💀💀💀💀 But she was also big religious/a big Jesus beater, so she hated being roomed with a free-spirited Jewish lesbian like Kelly and made Kelly's life Hell whenever she was around.

Me being highly sexed and Kelly being receptive all the time led us to start fucking as soon as we got up into the roommateless room. Today, there was a banana involved, but the boys did not see that part. 😉🍌 Yes it went where you're thinking...not into me though 💩

Her bed was next to the wall and window. If you sat up in the bed, you could turn your head to see out the window and see the other dorms across the ways.

I was lying on my back on the bed and Kelly was doing her usual sexy stripper dance over me (this was a thing she did for me/us...easy to do with the Lords of Acid blasting around you)...and she suddenly turned beet red and started laughing.

Now when Kelly turned beet red and started laughing the way she did at the time, you know something's fucked up, so I sat up and asked her what was wrong. She knelt down and her laughter got worse (she was the giggly type). She pointed towards the window, so I looked out to see a whole fucking bunch of guys watching her from the windows of the other dorm (like... I'm not talking just a couple of guys... I'm talking dozens, since the windows were filled up with smiling, amused young college boys).

So instead of getting embarrassed, what did I do...I got on my knees and told Kelly to calm it and to straighten her back so they could see us pressed together. After waving at them, I (we) pulled a Cairo for their male gaze

after which they were all cheering like it was a fucking football game and someone just scored a touchdown.

Our kissing lasted much longer than the above drunken Male Gaze Kiss, so I hope some of them enjoyed themselves. We did not show them anything else besides boob (we were both un our bras and I flashed them, but Kelly was too shy...maybe because hers were big and mine were like Ortega's), but they seemed satisfied just to watch us make out and feel each other up. College boys in the '90s were too easy, and we both had our pick (but we were too picky...both interested in older men). Kelly said she wasn't sure if she could show her face on campus after that but all was good, she was never bothered by anyone about it.

I know, it wasn't as big of a show as you expected. We didn't fuck in front of them (well, we technically did, but they couldn't see it...and they knew that we were going to because before I sank back down onto the bed with Kelly, I gave them a final wave and a 👅✌🏼...I could see some disappointed faces but most were happy and waving g'bye back 🤭). We saved that kind of thing for later, when we fucked in front of my big dicked comics store boss who wanted to join in (but we didn't let him). 👹

Next story? I suppose I ought to do a new poll.

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(Credits to the artist (蒼柳はぜよし), noice art)

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Sunny aniversary

(Thought many times of writting for him and it finally cameee)

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Sunny, angry boy. Good combo in a hot summer day, its your aniversary and the both of you wanted to spend some quality time in the beach, but naturaly being the gorgeous person that you are. (You all are beautiful cause God created you ;) )

Its bound to happen that eyes might direct themselves on you, and already having a angry bird boyfriend named Marcus who already has some small anger issues and is one big of a jealous guy, it wont be easy to have a peaceful. Welp atleast you can say that you have the most overprotective and loving man by your side.

While he was arguing you just looked at him with a sigh... then you just gone up to him and took him by the arm and dragged him away, into the water and threw him in, he just looked at you... and sighned."Your right low life arent worth the trouble, let spend some time." He said as he began to slightly smile and look at you, you knew in a way he does have some issues with his emotions which is why you always drag him off to cool him off.

"Its fine :D, now lets get surfing board and have some fun" you sad and winked at him, to which he blushed.

Right before the both of you were going to run to the car to get your boards, you just ran to him kissed him, he blushed madly and you took the chance to steal his sunglasses, he just looked dumbly at you and you said "Catch if ya can" you said and winked and ran to your car, he just smirked and ran after you.

The people around saw the both of you and smiled, seeing how cute the both of you looked, even a eldery woman chuckled and said to her husband. "Honey, they look so much like us back in the day" she said, her husband just chuckled and smiled and agreed with his wife.

As you ran, Marcus has catched up to you and caught you and took you in his arms twirling you in the air, you just screamed at him to let you down and he just laughed at you. He then had the brilliant idea of carrying you to the car while everyone was watching, you just rolled your eyes and let him do it and as soon as the both of you have reached your car, he has let you down back on your feets.

You both took your boards off the car and then he said, "Last one in the water is rotten egg" and ran as fast as he could with the board you, being the stuborn you that you are and having just lost, you couldnt let it go any further and tried to win this time and by the mercy of the lord... you weirdly were able to outrun him. Welp a blessing you could say send by the lord Jesus ;).

Timeskip

After the both of you had your fun with the ocean, the both of you decided to just go back and buy some food to relax near your car."Today was a wonderful day :D" you said, Marcus just nodded back and you understood what he wanted to say, seems as if only mere motions can be understood, even after 3 years the love between you is just as pure as it was in the beginning❤️.

Now the both of you just spend time together, having fun and just loving the feeling of being together, the both of you have spend so much that the sun began to come down. While it was happening Marcus took you by your chin and ended the day with a kiss, and the both of you hope that another year will come where you will be able to spend the time together, til death do you apart.

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Authors note:

My dear readers :D Hope you enjoyed, I had planned to write for Marcus or better said Digimon Data Squad for a long time, but I am not lying I dont have the motivation nor the time to watch and search for every character independently, it is good that I know this character a bit atleast and its also one of the reason it takes time, also like I got some ideas but I would appreaciate if you maybe could ask for more request and give a small description of said character and what ya want in the fic, would be noice as it does save some time and gives me more time to think about the quality of the fic, but that should be it for now :D God bless, bye byee!

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devotion by Kesha Trippett

I Loved You First, More, Most

When my twin boys were babies, and throughout all their years of life, my sister-in-love always told them this phrase: "I loved you first, more, most, and before you were even born. It's always a race to see who can say it first. They would giggle and laugh as they all said it at the same time and then hug real big. Kathy greatly cared for them for us until they were almost two years old. Because of that, they have such a special bond. I dwelled on that this morning when I heard the Lord whisper, "I loved you first, more, most, and before you were even born."

Scripture tells us in 1 John‬ ‭4‬:‭19‬, "We love him because he first loved us." The thoughts God has about us have been nothing but love. He tells us, "For I know the thoughts I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope" (see Jeremiah 29:11). In fact, God has never had a single bad thought about you. It's always been about God's love for you. He loves you the most and proved it when He died on the cross for your sins. His love never changes, and He loves you just as much today as He did when you were conceived in your mother's womb. As the Bible says, "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever" (see Hebrews 13:8).

No one can surpass the love that God has for you. He loved you first, more, most, and before you were even born!

By Susan Pruitt Bolinger, DOTK Writing Community

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Pottery Barn DIY Dupe #thriftflip

BLUE - BUTANE - USPS - B 4

4:30P - IN MY - UNIT - RAIN

RAIN - MR KIM - PROTECTED

BLK - HAITI - HIS - FOOD DID

NOT - REPLACE - MINE YES

GREGORY - RARELY - THERE

STAYS - AT - GOV'T - PARK

HE's - BRAGGING - THOSE

WHO - TAKE - BUS - NO

FREE - PIZZA - HE DOES

BUT - EXCEPT - MONDAY

THEY - COME - OR - NOT

NO - TIME - FRAME - AT

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MR KIM - GIVING - HIM

FOOD - LIKE - HIS SON

BLK - MALE - ON - FLOOR

LEFT - HIM - FOOD - AND

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[notmuchtoconceal]

bro today another cool page i really liked blocked me for no discernable reason, cause as far as i can tell i've only ever told them nice and true things, and i'm just like ... man, the sting of rejection really means nothing coming from someone who's just too fuckin afraid to see what's right in front of their own eyes. that is not a person capable of loving or knowing you. it's not them. there's just something inside of em. something that grabs em and pulls em away. don't know how to explain it. don't know how to explain that fear is a fragmentation of the self which comes to compose a secondary (or so on or so forth) parasitic mirror of the self, which beguiles the infectee with persistent escalations in masochistic fantasies by which they come to crave total obliteration. i like myself. i put my dick in pussy. i wanna squirt in a tight fertile hole so i can make a second little me i can fill with all the happiness of being me. i know it's old fashioned to make people with pussy, but i'm pretty sure AI only exists to make us worship demons again, and I am already too let down by my One True Lord and Savior Jesus Christ Being Big Pharma.

fuck me, bro.

My one true religion is my dick. I'm a simple man. I like to fuck boys and listen to Klaus Nomi and both are on loop. honestly, the more straight i become, the more i like and appreciate being gay, like the more of a chick i become, the more i get real hard for men and love being a man and want my body to be treasured like a jewel, for my body is but an extension of the radiant light of my consciousness, my perfect shape emerging as the still and even waveform of my stable perception. i didn't like being fat. it was no fun. i don't want to go into the reasons why it was no fun. the only thing that makes being fat fun is how it forces you to develop a sense of humor, which is also what being gay used to do, before being gay became a brand and now you just repeat ur catch phrase. bro, i am sorry. it's not impolite to resist the monoculture when the monoculture is literally imperialism. even popular cultural critique is only enough information to distract you and make you stupid, holy shit. the underlying problem remains you have no true solidarity with any class, except the sole class of exploited humanity by the 1%er psychopaths, for you have only astro-turf otherwise, the alienation of modernity being so total, you have to destroy all pre-existing false boundaries to manufacture something real from the fertile mulch. be free in your mind, bro. it all starts there. all they can do is make us prisoners in our minds, cause all they can do is the let cameras roll. don't have the time or money or the assets to watch all their own shit when they think they own it all.

[curtiscroachblog]

Give what you have

Word for Today written by Bob and Debby Gass

Wednesday 6th November 2024

'Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish.' John 6:9 NIV

If you feel you're not talented enough to be used by God, read the story of the feeding of the five thousand. Actually, there were five thousand men. If you add women and children, the number could be more than twenty thousand. And the boy's lunch was more meagre than you imagine. A loaf was about the size of a mini pancake. The word for fish refers to sea creatures about the size of sardines. But what made that little lunch a big feast is what the boy did when Jesus asked him for it. He gave it willingly. He didn't say, 'Lord, you can have one fish, but I will keep the other one. You take three loaves, and I will keep the other two.' He gave Jesus everything he asked for.

Now think about the results of his act of sacrificial kindness. (1) The original lunch didn't fill up even a single basket, but the leftovers filled twelve baskets. This illustrates the harvest law taught in Scripture. When you give to God, you always get back more than you give (see Luke 6:38). And when you withhold, you rob yourself of his blessing: 'One person spends freely and yet grows richer, while another holds back what he owes and yet grows poorer' (Proverbs 11:24 GWT). (2) By meeting the needs of others, his own needs were met. 'Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted' (John 6:11 NIV).

The truth is that when you give God what you have, you will be amazed what he does with it.

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Part 3

Alright can only play so much hay day lol. The topic that hurts me the most. His family. Where do I even start? How do I even word the disgust and hurt I feel? Wellll... when he first came to ER he was able to speak.. the nurses asked him who he wants as POA.. he looked at me and at the time I said to pick his dad.. because I wasn’t strong enough and just couldn’t handle it at the time.. and I was thinking well it’s his dad ya know.. WELL I thought I could trust these people. The people I’ve been around for 8 years.. 2920 days, 70080 hours 4204800 minutes I’ve been with their son. And yes I did google that. 🤣🙄. But you get the point. His mother is like the worst of all.. she’s mean.. thoughtless, back stabbing, judges everyone, ruthless.. and the list could go on but I’m not sure if Jesus would approve if I continued. Well I tolerated her because it’s what Justin wanted.. and the bizarre thing is that I actually liked her.. and was like “hmm holly maybe you were wrong and she’s not the type of person you thought” so ya know I’m human and I can misjudge people. Shit happens.. right? Another bizarre thing was I thought she liked me.. like I finally got her approval to be good enough for her son.. which let’s be honest.. I’m too good.. The person Justin is today I can 100 percent say that I made him I better. He’s not perfect but neither am I or you.. but he has what he has is because of me.. I’m successful I have a good job that I truly enjoy and make good money so hey I thought ya know things were good between us Finally. WELL lord have mercy I was way way wrong and shame on fucking me. As I said this part of the story is a long one.. I haven’t even started on his sister . Wtell with this accident that happened, life still moves.. bills still come in. Right? So I’m thinking OK how are we going to do this? Well days go by and I told his parents like “hey he pays the mortgage and I pay the other bills” blah blah. Well we’ll go to the bank and they decide they are going to be POA of his finance. Which I thought is absolutely crazy cause we live in the same household not them?? Like what the fuck right? Well I was upset about it yadda yadda and then I got to thinking like I just don’t care. I don’t have the energy nor fight in ME to go against them. They want that then fine.. I don’t care. Only thing I care about is that man laying in that bed. I WILL figure shit out. I will pay the mortgage and everything else myself just won’t be able to shop. But hey what can ya do? That’s what adults do. Figure their shit out. His parents treat him like he’s a 16 year old boy.. and he’s a 27 year old man with a life with someone.. HELLO!!! Lol anywho now this the part where it gets interesting and intense. So it was Thursday night I believe? I was at the hospital all day.. got maybe 6 hours of sleep since Monday.. so I went home.. tried to sleep. Obviously couldn’t sleep without him there.. so I got up, washed my face and decided that I wasn’t going to let these people bully me anymore.. got here, Justin was awake.. can’t talk still pretty weak and I was talking to him.. and I said to his sister like hey you know he’s not 16. He’s 27 and I need to be included in shit... well big bad Allison speaks up and says “ can I speak to you outside” and I’m like uhh sure? And by this time I am completely annoyed with his dad, mom, family everything.. there secret conversations about insurance and Union bullshit about MY fiancé.. my spouse.. whatever you want to call him. So whatever. I need to take a smoke break for the rest of this story . Brb . Okay we’ll keep going. So I tell him I’ll be right back. I walk out of the room and she instantly starts attacking me.. yelling at me .. she says “ well I’ll just say this cause my parents never will” how I have No rights and that’s their son and that’s her brother and I have no rights what so ever.. and how his parents don’t trust me with his finances or don’t trust me in general. cause I forgot to pay a bill. Woopie fucking do. Shit happens. It’s a thing called LIFE. To be continued