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thecandywrites · 3 years ago

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Anastaschia- High Priestess of Luna Chapter 4

Ok. Well. Again, personal life went to shit again. My middle name is practically Murphy's Law. Because everything that can go wrong, usually does. So here's some fic that is my way of coping and dealing with it. Enjoy.

Chapter 4

The next day though, when Broman came to see how the meat had all smoked, he was surprised to see it all hanging in the kitchen already, and already perfectly preserved and the smoker itself had gotten its first cleaning since its creation and was already ready to be loaded up.

“You..you didn’t have to clean this Seleneeschia.” Broman offered when he looked the smoker over in surprise, yet impressed with how perfectly clean it was while Selene still couldn't help but bristle slightly at how he said her name. Especially when niether you nor herself had told him the correct and authentic way to say it. It made her fear how he had learned it. Because if he was saying her name the way it was supposed to be said in Alqua, she wondered who else had taken refuge here in Hestra which only put her on her guard even more.

“Well we didn’t want to give it back to you all dirty.” You readily excused.

“Stasi, could you give Broman and I a moment to talk privately? Go practice your Alqua alphabet on your chalkboard inside.” Your mother urged you in Alqua as you frowned at her and looked a little confused as to why she would request that as you looked from her to Broman who was just as puzzled as you were but you obediently went inside and shut the door from the house to the garden, a confused frown scrunching up your adorable features.

“Why did you lie to me yesterday?” Selene asked Broman as she had her arms crossed over her chest defensively but while her posture was defensive, her eyes seemed to stare right into his soul and pierce him clean through.

“Lie about what?” Broman asked in confusion.

“Why did you lie about having practiced saying my name yesterday morning when you first came yesterday? You said my name the same way my own mother said it. You said it the way it should be pronounced in Alqua, not your Flannish. You did the same thing with Stasi’s name. How did you know our names like that? Because when Stasi told you our names upon first meeting you, she said them in Flannish, not Alqua. Is there anyone else here from Masar Alquimar?” Your mother specified.

“Oh. That. Um. No. I don't think anyone else in Hestra is from that place.” Broman stuttered as he felt as tall as a footstool under her intense gaze.

"Then how do you know my name in Alqua?" Selene demanded evenly and when he simply rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he blushed, that only made her feel even more panicked and paranoid.

“Speak truth Broman. That’s what I want and what I will respect. But if you lie, I can not trust you. Especially with Stasi, or anything else. And if there is anyone from Masar Alquimar here, Stasi and I need to leave immediately.” Selene firmly insisted.

“No! That's not it at all. You're the first and only people I know that come from Masar Alqua-however you say it. I swear on the life of my own mother." Broman insisted because the thought of Selene fleeing Hestra and taking her with you filled him with panic even more because he couldn't follow and protect either her or you if she did.

"Then how do you know our names?" Selene demanded, her tone even sharper and harsher each time she had to repeat the question.

"The truth is I had a dream about you and about Anastaschia and in the dream I knew your full names. That's how. I don't know how I dreamed it right but I did.” Broman finally confessed.

“What did you see in your dream?” Selene asked as she cocked her head to the side slightly to consider him as she took a few tentative steps forward so she could hear her answers better since his voice had dropped down to a low, albeit bashful, murmur as her panick and paranoia lessoned immensely.

“I saw the home you fled from. I saw the man who dared to have the audacity to call you his wife when he never treated you as such. I saw things that made me wake up in a cold sweat and wishing I would never sleep again if only to never have another nightmare like that again.” Broman answered.

“Tell me. I understand more than you think I do.” Selene urged him.

“It’s like I saw the last twelve years of your life all at once. I saw how everyone in your old village treated you . I saw how that bastard who called himself your husband beat you and beat your daughter and barely let you have any food in the house. How he stole your hard earned wages and spent them all on his whores and mistresses and his own bastards. I saw how he feasted in taverns while you and Stasi barely had a mouthful of food between you. I saw how the other dyers tried to sabotage your dying vats. So you had to put locks on them. I saw how that bastard’s mistresses wore gowns of silk and satin and had coats of furs and wool but you barely had linen to wear and a thin wool in the winter. I saw how your husband lied to you when he courted you and said that ‘the money you would make in your trade would make up for the smell it made’. But then after you bore Stasi and didn’t bear him a son- how he turned from sweet and charming and loving to bitter, resentful, brutal, abusive and violent. How when you weren’t being struck with his hands and feet, he never stopped striking you with his words either. And it made me so angry. I wanted to kill him. And then, in my dream I did.” Broman confessed, fearing Selene would be even more weary of him but instead she just slowly kept stepping forward and seriously considering him as he spoke while her face was furrowed in concentration but little else the look in her eyes was much less severe.

“And then in my dream I saw how you fled, and then I was there at your home when that bastard woke up and he was too angry to know or realize that I and an army was there and surrounded your old village. He was pulling up all your favorite plants that you needed for your trade out of the ground. How he was cursing you for leaving him and taking Stasi with you. I saw how his whores were ripping up the dresses you left behind. I saw how the other dyers- in trying to unlock the locks on the vats, shattered them instead and only revealed that they were already empty because you had already emptied them. And I wanted to kill all of them for hurting you all those years and for hurting Stasi her whole life.” Broman continued.

“So then what happened?” Selene asked, her tone surprisingly inviting, and curious but not judgemental or scared or offended. But actually, she was fighting not to grin or smile. But the delight was starting to gleam in her eyes.

“Well, at that point, I was in such a rage, I beat that bastard that used to call himself your husband to a pulp. I killed him with my own two hands and left him a pile of bloody broken bones and a mush of what used to be muscles on the ground. Then I went inside and demanded every woman in there tell me what they had done to you. And that if they could confess, I would let them live. Which usually goes against everything I believe in. I believe that you should never harm women and especially children. But it was as if these women were just as vicious as that bastard had been and they deserved to suffer the same hurt they inflicted on you. But even they lied to try to save their own skin and instead of confessing, only told on each other instead. So I didn’t stop until they were all lying in pieces around me. And then I burned the village you took refuge in when you fled 13 years ago- to the ground.” Broman lowly revealed even though if he had been looking up, he would have seen how much such a revelation had delighted Selene to hear.

“It just didn’t make sense because even though, at the time, I was here in Hestra, I was training for the tournament. But it was as if I possessed the man who did all those things. It was as if my mind, heart and soul possessed his body, but only for those moments. The only ones spared were the children. And they were put into a cart and carted off to live as slaves to- I don’t know where. Homeland. That’s where whoever I possessed said. Wherever that was. And in my order to burn it all down to the ground, I specified that only your house and your garden would be untouched and spared and that the plants that he uprooted should be planted back properly again. And yet I knew what those plants were, I knew they were poisonous but what their purpose was- and they were the ingredients for the brilliant blues and greens and purples for dying. I knew that the plants came from your homeland but I couldn’t see your homeland in my dream, only the village you left behind and the bastard who sired Stasi and his worthless family. I saw nothing of Masar Alqua...whatever- however you say it. I have no idea why you left your true homeland. But I swear to you, whatever trouble you're trying to flee from- from there. They can come here, but I will do whatever it takes to protect you and protect Stasi from them." Broman confessed and insisted.

Luna let Selene see what she had done and what Broman looked like possessing the body of a warrior as Luna’s mark glowed on the skin of his chest and on his armor as Selene was awestruck yet unbelievably happy and impressed by what he was able to do thanks to Luna’s help. So Selene immediately launched herself into his arms and he barely had time to react but he caught her and hugged her tight as she cried happy tears of relief. That her daughter would be safe from the life she had unwittingly chosen. And that Luna saw fit to have Broman be her hand of justice. Which was a very high honor in and of-itself.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Selene thanked her as she just couldn’t stop crying yet her smile was so bright and grateful.

“It was just a dream.” Broman muttered but was still happy and grateful for even this much affection and contact with her.

“If that’s all you want it to be. Then that’s all it can be for you. But it means a lot to me that you would get us justice, even in that way. It means the world to me that you would not stop or hold back from doing the right thing- even if it wasn’t what you were used to. I’m so happy that you did what you could- even in that state- to keep us safe from that violent and stupid… motherfucking bastard. I never should have married him. I knew I should have listened to my gut that he was an illusion and that he was a good for nothing, two faced son of a bitch. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me even though you were scared. Thank you.” Selene thanked him and planted a kiss to his cheek before wrapping her arms around his neck and hugged him as tight as she dared as he did the same.

“You’re welcome Seleneeschia.” Broman offered which got her to laugh but pull away just long enough to plant another kiss on his forehead before Broman had to put her down because if he held her like that for another second, he knew he couldn’t trust himself from telling her what else he had dreamed about.

But to see Selene still stand there, wiping her happy tears away but smiling like that, all he wanted to do was gather her back up into his arms and kiss her back.

“Even if in your dreams, you would rather kill others if they posed a threat to Anastaschia or to me. Then I have no problem trusting you to keep her safe. And I’m very happy and relieved that even in this city of thousands. We have you. You have done more for us and cared for us more in the last two days than that bastard I was unlucky enough to be married to has ever done for us in the last ten years. We could not be more lucky to have you now. And I only wish we could have found a way to leave sooner and come here sooner than we did.” Selene professed.

“And I will do everything I can, every day to be worthy of such trust.” Broman returned.

“I know you will.” Selene offered.

"So, who should I keep an eye out for in the future? From Masar Al...I still can't say it right."

"Masar Alquimar. It's been long enough, I think that no one else should be looking for me. But I fled for...complicated reasons. The biggest one of which was an arranged marraige. But otherwise, I was fleeing a war there. It is safer for us to hide in foriegn cities as refugees than it is to go home. For I do not know how long and for how many generations this war may last." Selene tried to vaguely but delicately explain as she ignored Luna's remarks about this "war" that Selene was referring to.

"Ok. Well if and when anyone comes through from such a place. I will make sure to tell them and make them understand that no one here in Hestra has ever been, let alone heard of such a place." Broman reassured her.

"Thank you." Selene thanked him gratefully before you slowly tried to open the door and peek out.

“Everything’s ok Stasi, you can come back out now.” Your mother bid you before you did.

“Are you ok Mama?” You asked her in Alqua before she picked you up and hugged you tight to herself.

“Yes. I’m better than I have ever been in the last ten years. Do you remember what you said to me the night we left our old house? ‘That you had Luna and you had me and that’s all you needed’?” Your mother prompted you in Alqua.

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“Well, now you have me, Luna and Broman. And that’s all we need.” She insisted which got you to beam a happy smile.

“Agreed.” You nodded.

“And do you remember how two days later after we left, I told you that the bastard who sired you died? And how everyone who was ever mean to us got what they deserved?” She prompted you.

“Oh yeah.” You beamed an even brighter smile and a more emphatic nod.

“Look Stasi, let Luna show you who gave them what they deserved.” Your mother prompted you before she turned to the side so you could see Broman as Luna let you see Broman possess the leader and her symbol on his skin and on his armor and just let you see flashes of Broman giving the first blows to them. But it was enough to make you gasp and squeal before you squirmed out of her hold and launched yourself at Broman and hugged him tight.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much for giving that bastard what he deserved!” You thanked him in his Flannish which got him to laugh despite the startling of hearing you swear. But he could easily forgive it for such a term was very fitting and appropriate in reference to who you were talking about.

“So it was real? My dream was real?” Broman asked.

“Do you want the truth?” You asked him.

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Yes it was real. It was not a dream. Our goddess Luna. She let you be her hand of justice when you found the cause to be so. She is the goddess of foresight, of protection, of the rains, waters, oceans and its tides. But she is most of all, the goddess of the moon. If you protect a follower of Luna, she protects you in turn and gives you some insight and understanding if you are having trouble with either. And if our justice is all you want from her. Then that is all she will give you. For she knows how devout you are to Dhanos. Dhanos is the god of the sun and of the harvest. Luna is the goddess of the night and the rains. So that there is a balance. It’s ok. You were not unfaithful or disloyal to Dhanos. For he too is very proud of you and all that you do.” You reassured him as he noticed, almost for the first time- to really see your eyes glow, and glow like the moon against the night sky before it faded when you stopped talking.

“Do your eyes glow a lot?” He asked you.

“Only when Luna talks to me and lets me see what normal eyes can not see. But it’s not all the time. She usually hides it from everyone else so they don’t think anything bad and therefore, treat me badly. But I can see it when Luna talks to my mom, and she can see when she talks to me. But no one else can see it except us. But if you can see it. That means that Luna trusts you enough to know that you will not mistreat us for it. Just because our relationship with Luna is different than what Dhanos’ relationship is with his followers. I have yet to hear Dhanos’ voice the way I have Luna. But Luna assures me that he is happy to have us here in Hestra.” You explained.

“Oh wow. Ok. I respect that. I would never want to get between you and your goddess or discourage you from worshiping her when she is already so close to you that you can hear her voice. There are priests and priestesses at Dhanos’ temple that claim he speaks to them. So I don’t doubt that Luna must do the same to you.” Broman reassured you.

“Well it was Luna who saw you. And it was her that told me that you were a good man. Trustworthy, protective, kind and gentle. That others see your face and think that you’re mean. When you’re not. Because she saw your heart and your personality and she told me that it was you who was my protector and my guardian. That it was you who would help me, and help Mama. That you were our savior and our champion. And that you were safe to be around. That you would never hurt me or Mama.” You professed as Broman felt truly humbled.

“Well I’m happy she did. And I’ll do all I can to live up to that.” Broman insisted.

“Did anyone at your old village see how your eyes can glow? Is that why they called you ghost eyes?” He asked thoughtfully.

“No. Just the way my eyes are normally, was enough for them to tease me as mercilessly as they did.” You shook your head no.

“Well hopefully, from now on, no one will make fun of you, for anything, ever again.” He offered which got you to smile and simply lay your head on his shoulder and hug him tightly.

It seemed every day after that, Broman came with more “house warming gifts” that he insisted were “charity” so that you never had to pay him back for his generosity. Like a good table with big sturdy chairs so you could sit and eat dinner in the house instead of sitting and eating on the floor and just about every day, he would come first thing in the morning to see what you both needed or wanted and then he would work his shift and then by that night, he would come with his cart that was always loaded full of things, both what you asked for and more.

“Stasi you must tell him to stop giving so many gifts! He will go broke! This is more than we can ever repay if we worked from sunrise to sunset for the next ten years. If these are courting gifts, I’m not ready to accept them. I’m still healing. I don’t want to give him false hopes or lead him on or hurt him. But if he will find another woman who will love him the way he deserves to be loved, then he should be saving this for her. Not squandering it on me.” Your mother urged you as she was just holding the things he had given to her and was clearly overwhelmed by such wonderful things.

“What’s wrong? Does she not like it?” Broman asked as he gestured to the table that she just got done helping him move into the house and setting it where she wanted as she simply put the things down on the table and just stood there, staring at it all and was clearly overwhelmed.

“No, we like them very much. We are very grateful for it. But we feel…not worthy. We are still refugees fleeing war, you are taking care of us better than my father ever did. She is worried these are courting gifts, and she is not ready. You know how much and how badly he hurt her, it’s very hard for her to feel worthy of such things now. Despite all the wonderful things Luna has told us about you. This is what my father did when he courted her, he showered her with gifts, only to rip them away when she didn’t do what he wanted her to. And she worries that you want to be paid back but she can not pay them back depending on what and how you had anything in mind. She is not ready to be courted again. Even though we really need these things, and we appreciate these things, she and I are worried that what you want in return for them, is not something she can give.” You tried to explain to him.

“Stasi, please tell your mother, that these are not courting gifts.” He insisted even though his heart, mind and soul were screaming different things at him.

“I know the bastard who sired you was a piece of shit. And I can’t imagine the hurt that she is still trying to heal from in her mind, heart and spirit. I’m sure she may take a very long time to heal from all of that. But you have needs now that I am able to fill and that I want to fill. If you want me to be like a real and true father to you- I can be, but only if you want me to be. But the gifts are yours regardless of who gives them to you. Your mother does not have to court me or marry me or love me or anything like that to receive my gifts. And I never want to be paid back for them. Ever.” Broman insisted.

“But I want to love you like you’re my Daddy if you will have me as your daughter.” You started to cry before he pulled you into a hug since he had taken a knee to be more or less than eye level with him.

“Ok. Then that’s more than enough Anastaschia. If you want me to be your Papa, your Daddy, your father, I will be. No marriage to your mother required. I will sleep easy at night knowing that you are well and taken care of. That’s all I want. And I will happily adopt you and be the best Papa to you that I can be.” He offered as you sniffled but smiled happily into the crux of his neck and shoulder as you hugged so tight you never wanted to let go as you would finally have a father who would really love you and always treat you with love and care instead of disdain and resentment over obligation.

“Mama, he says he will be my Daddy without marrying you. That he is not trying to court you. He just wants to be my Daddy. That’s all. And that’s all I want.” You pleaded to your mother in Alqua before she wiped her own tears from her eyes since Luna has fully translated his words for her before she got on her knees next to you before she hugged him too.

“Give me time Broman. Give me time, when I heal, you will be the first I will consider.” She offered.

“Ok. Even if it takes years, I’m ok with that. No rush. Just be careful, many others will try to court you too. And a lot of them are younger and more handsome than I am.” He reassured her as he hugged her to his other shoulder as he felt like he was finally holding the family he always dreamed of his whole life. He would wait as long as he needed until he could do this all the time.

“And don’t worry about me going broke. I’ve been saving my wages for the last thirty years. I have more than enough to build you a great house several times over if you wanted it. But for now, please let me help you make this house your home. For you and especially for Stasi.” He requested.

“Ok, but only if you will stay and eat a meal with us at least once a week.” She brokered.

“Deal.” He readily agreed.

The next day, he came with his family, who all brought food already cooked but would be eaten at your house- as they gifted a set of real silver utensils to serve as your eating utensils. Broman introduced them all to you and your mother and so his nieces and nephews could meet you since they were similar in age and would be going to school with you and you easily and readily befriended them.

They all thought your accent was beautiful and that your eyes were even more so. And since they had seen pitch black hair before- they thought it was very pretty, and very soft. You and Broman’s nieces all traded braiding styles and patterns, completely missing how everyone was giving Broman not so subtle grins and winks and jabs with their elbows. Especially Broman’s own parents, as his parents practically adopted you as another granddaughter. They came with a whole new wardrobe and bolts and bolts of fabrics and special paper to make patterns for clothing and a bunch of sewing supplies too. They also all practiced saying your name and saying it correctly and you were happy when they could call you Stasi with as much fondness and affection as your mother did.

They also happily paid very generously for their own wool to be dyed before it would be made into yarn since most of them just had their spring flocks shorn while also giving very charitable gifts too. Bromans sisters and sisters in law and his mother all encouraged your mother to shop in the market with them and they would help her stretch her budget as far as it would go and try to get everything else she needed along with directions on how to get to their houses around Hestra. They also insisted that Broman should accompany her to the market when she couldn’t shop with them since they didn’t want your mother to be harassed or targeted by the worthless hooligans who always seemed to be roaming about Hestra. And to watch out for some of the beggars, because some of them had a legitimate need. While others, preferred to beg out of laziness rather than work hard for their money and would be drunk as soon as they were given money for ale.

And of course, everyone came with new toys for you, since all you had was that one little rag doll made out of the scraps of what had been your mother’s sari that she made into your traveling outfit. And you were happy when these toys were actually better and nicer than the ones you had left behind. They also brought all kinds of fruit and nut trees too to plant in your garden and that they should be planted along the walls that would need to be rebuilt since they were crumbling in a lot of places and they brought in a really large bathing tub so that you didn’t have to have only sponge baths to get clean. They even agreed to pool money to buy you and your mother at least one proper bed to keep you and your mother from sleeping on the floor since the kids had gone up to the loft and saw that you and your mother were simply sleeping on the floor with your cloaks serving as both bed, mattress and blankets. Broman and his brothers even insisted they come to do repairs on the house, especially with that weak and wobbly banister since you or your mother could easily break it and fall to your death on the dining room table just underneath it.

On Broman’s off day two days after that- he took you and your mother to the market and your mother happily greeted the other vendors there, especially the non human ones who were delighted when she greeted them in their own mother tongue and were even more ecstatic to learn that if they simply talked to you a bit and you could hear them speak their language, you could pick it up and start talking back to them easily enough and wished they could hire you to be their translator when they tried to come and do business here because the common tongue in Hestra- which was Flannish- was difficult for some of them to grasp and articulate.

And their children especially were happy that they weren’t the only children who felt out of place when visiting mostly human villages and appreciated that you understood what it was like to be somewhere and not feel welcomed or that you belonged in that place. Your mother and yourself made plans that as soon as you would learn Hestra’s Flannish, and could learn their language from them, you would work on a simple translation paper so that they and their customers could do better business. And that they wouldn’t be cheated out of their goods, while others wouldn’t be easily angered out of frustration from a lack of clear communication. But because of this, it meant that they gave you and your mother their best prices for their wares while she also offered to give them the best prices she could on her own dying services.

“How many languages do you speak?” Broman asked you as he was carrying the bulk of what your mother had bought and was carrying it to his cart.

“Just two. But the man who sired me spoke a dialect of Flannish. Otherwise I only speak Alqua normally. But…when I talk to others who speak another language, it’s..it’s like the more I listen to it and know what they are talking about- I can pick it up and repeat it back to them. My mother calls me a parrot, a bird who repeats everything I hear.” You answered which made Broman’s grin widen into a smile.

“Well it’s good that you are still young enough that you pick up language easily.” Broman praised.

“Well I have been praying for the ability to learn, know and understand the language I want to learn. And my prayers have been answered so far.” You explained.

“Good, I hope all your prayers continue to be answered.” He offered.

“They have. I have you. And you are all the Papa I could ever want.” You smiled happily and Broman fought not to burst into tears when you reached up and hugged him from the side. Your head nuzzling into his side, happy that he didn’t sound, smell or look anything like the bastard who sired you and his scent was all the comfort you wanted or needed. And the moment he got a chance to put it down he happily picked you up and just hugged you. He didn’t care if he was making a spectacle of himself in the market square. He had a daughter who was so much more than he could ever dream of, and that was enough for him. He didn’t care if he had to spend every coin he had ever saved and could earn. He would happily spend it all to take care of you and practically spoil you rotten as he vowed to Dhanos that he would never let you come to harm as long as he drew breath.

The other shop keepers at first tried to shamelessly flirt with your mother when she would go into their shops while Broman was usually with you, looking at the displays in the front of the shop and at first. The two of you would be just out of line of sight but definitely still in earshot as Broman made a note of exactly what they said. And once you had picked out what you liked from that shop, he would return to your mother’s side while she would continue to peruse the shop’s goods. Then Broman would make a point of clasping his large, strong hand on the shop keeper’s shoulder and taking them to the back to “talk with them privately”. And the fear in their eyes when he would do this almost comical but when they would return, the shop keepers would of course apologize for their rudeness and unprofessionalism and of course, give you and your mother good discounts on the prices to both be “charitable” towards a fatherless child and a widow, but also out of fear of Broman making good on whatever he had threatened them with in private.

Because in all of the Castle Guard, none was more fearsome yet respected and revered as he was. Because Broman was always a man of his word and while he was never one to look for trouble, he was also one to never mess with because in the past, if anyone had ever messed with him or his own- they dealt with him and he finished whatever it was. He was also a great champion in the jousting tournaments and especially the mêlée tournaments in all of Hestra. Because he was a man who had never married and had instead devoted himself to being the best knight of his Lord and the greatest soldier as well and everyone in Hestra both knew him and knew of him and he had quite the reputation for being a courtly knight, an honorable champion, and a protector of his family and the realm. But also the best fighter and warrior in all of Hestra.

But sadly, all maidens and other women of Hestra claimed that they would only lay with him if he kept his helmet on so they wouldn’t have to see his face. And most of the whores were never desperate enough to try to ply their own trade on him, thinking he would be just as powerful and brutal in the bedroom as he could be on the tournament grounds. And it wasn’t until the whores were eventually eaten up with their various sexual sicknesses, that they were desperate to ply their trade on anyone and everyone, even the beggars since most of them were put out of the good brothels and only the worst brothels would take them and their children in. But by then, he treasured his health more than he wanted any kind of release from them. But he would still give them some coin- if only to feed their children and it was usually by then, that most women learned- too late, what kind of man Broman could have been to them if they had given him a chance from the start, which was always their regret. But now, hopefully it would be to Selene’s advantage.

And while in the past, that had always hurt his feelings that no matter how much he devoted himself to being the most chivalrous knight in the realm. No lady, either high born or low, would ever accept even the idea of his attempts at courting him unless they were already eaten up by various sexually transmitted diseases, the most common being the sex pox.

But now that you and your mother were here, he was so grateful he had never married or settled for less than what he felt he deserved and had earned and the gods had literally been saving the fairest of all just for him. He had seen too many parents not appreciate their children as the blessings they were and instead view them as a burden that only the parents had brought onto themselves but dared blame the innocent party for. And he would be damned if he ever did the same.

Your mother saw another specialty stone shop and saw that they had polished stones as she wondered if they would have a polished stone phallus that would satisfy her until her heart and soul were ready to accept Broman or any other for that matter. But she dare not shop for such things with Broman. Maybe his sisters in law might understand that her body had needs that her heart wouldn’t allow her to fulfill yet.

Thankfully the next day, she was able to talk to Broman’s sister Odette and thankfully, with your help with translating- Odette readily understood and knew just the shops to take your mother to and simply had her own children sit by the fountain in the town square to eat roasted chicken legs and sweet waffles while she went into the place with your mother.

“Hello Maisey, so this is my new friend Selene, she’s a widow and refugee, who just lost her husband, but she has certain needs since she was a married woman she is used to getting those needs met and now that she’s a widow, she wishes to still satisfy those desires while she mourns and grieves.” Odette murmured to Maisey.

“Ah, ok, come behind the counter.” Maisey invited with a knowing grin as she pulled up the cloth that covered the secret collection of polished stone phallus’ from the rest of the store that sold stones, both precious and semi- precious for various uses. And behind the counter behind that curtain stood a plethora of phallus’ of every size, shape and kind imaginable.

“Champion McGee?” Your mother balked when she saw a phallus with that name.

“Oh, that's Captain Broman McGee. He’s only ever laid with a single lady once after his second tournament win when he was still a teenager. But she is the only one to have ever done so. But this is- according to her- is what Dhanos has gifted him with. It’s my biggest seller after every tournament because all the women of Hestra want to fantasize about bedding the champion but only if he’d keep his helmet on. However no woman since has ever been brave enough to try. Mostly because he’s very defensive. Some wonder if he prefers to lie with men instead but no one in the Castle Guard has come forward to say that he is and from the talk of the town, he’s simply celebate. But I’m sure once he’s old enough to not be a champion in the games, then I’ll just rename it after the next champion.” Maisey admitted.

“Then I shall take one as well.” Your mother Selene decided before she took one and promptly paid the price for it before she took it and slipped it into her bag before she bought some special sex oil as a lubricant to go with it that was at the front of the store but labled “special polishing oil”.

On Sunday you went to the temple and Priest Octavius and the rest of the priesthood welcomed you into the congregation and spouted your tale of woe to the whole congregation and took up another alms for you from the whole congregation which you were happy to receive. And when the box was opened- Luna whispered to you that you should get two of the largest and most valuable coins and give them back to the Temple to show gratuity, graciousness and generosity which you did and the priesthood both happily accepted it and used you and your mother as the example of generosity even in relative poverty, you would give the best back to god as they all tried to give you and your family many blessings as Lord and Lady bathes were also happy to show off their special scarves you had gifted to them in their court at the beginning of the week.

After the services, Broman and many others, including others in the priesthood- took Temple’s carts that were filled with all kinds of things that the people of Hestra had donated to the alms and happily went to your house was to drop off furniture to the house. And of course continue to talk to you and your mother about what you needed to make the house a home as your mother had cleverly hidden your talisman and her phallus into some of the stones of the walls since the last tenant had carved out secret hiding places among them that you and your mother had been discovering all week, including many, many little sacks of money.

“So can you tell me your father’s name Stasi? So I can say prayers for his soul?” Priestess Lira asked as she helped you hang up your clothes and school uniforms into the armoire that had been given to you.

“Broman has agreed to be like my father, please, pray for him.” You offered.

“No, your mother’s husband, your father, the one who fathered you.” She specified.

“You shouldn’t pray for him.” You shook your head no.

“Why not?” She asked before you looked around and pulled her to the corner of the room and hushed your voice.

“The man who sired me, he was not a good man. He married my mother, and I was his only legitimate child. But when I was born a girl, he took up many mistresses to get sons. And he had many bastards, all of them were very mean to my mother and me because we were so different. When my mother was young- he courted her only because she was exotic and beautiful. But when he married her, he hated her for not speaking his language and he blamed her and me for all his problems when they were only the consequences of his own actions. He forced my mother to work to dye for money and would beat her when she did not earn enough, even though she would work from before sunrise to after sunset, nothing was ever good enough. He hated me and beat me whenever I was too much like her. He stole all our money and food and gave it to his mistresses, so that we could only eat what we grew in a garden, but nothing else. He beat my mother and me until we were covered in black and purple bruises head to toe. He tried to sell me as a whore too, even though I am still a child. He was drunk all the time and spent all his time at the tavern as a whore when he was not working as a musician in the Lord and Lady’s great house in their court. Even the Lady of the house had his bastards and got sick. He hated us, but would not divorce my mother so he could continue to steal her wages, and would not permit my mother to leave the village and he held me as a hostage against her until he could steal from her, beat her while he raped her. He was eaten up with both the burning disease and the sex pox. My mother was immune and since I am her daughter, she passed that immunity to me. He stole my clothes and toys and shoes and gave them to his bastards. Do not pray for such a man. He was never worthy. God told us a few days before the army came to leave and come here and save us both from him and the army. Our god told us that because of his badness, that the man who sired me would be the first to die and that his death was his punishment for all the hurt he did to me and my mother. Do not pray for him.” You urged her as Lira was moved to tears in horror.

“Oh you poor child.” She offered you as she hugged you tight.

“No wonder the god has blessed you so and sent Broman as your guardian. No other- in Hestra would be better for it.” Lira mused.

“I will not be praying for- as you put it- the man that sired you. No wonder you don’t seem that heartbroken over it.” Lira reassured you.

“Thank you. If you will pray for anyone, pray for Broman. He has been kinder to me in one week than the man who sired me ever was my whole life. He deserves your prayers.” You insisted.

“Yes, of course. Of course.” She readily agreed.

“But it’s because of the man who sired me- that my mother is weary of all men, fearing they are all like that. Charming to everyone else outside of the home, but more vicious than a viper inside the home.” You excused.

“Sweetheart, that is one of the reasons why I became a priestess just so I could avoid that too. But as far as I know, Broman is not that kind of man. He’s the opposite of that kind of man. But now that I know this, I will make sure that your mother knows who to stay away from.” Lira insisted.

“Thank you.” You thanked her and hugged her tightly again before you finished and went back downstairs with everyone else before everything was moved in and thankfully everyone else left to leave you to settle in.

“So? Are you happy with your new home?” Your mother asked you as you settled into the now surprisingly soft mattress complete with soft linen sheets and warm wool blankets and down pillows, straight from the market stall vendors, and brand new. And while your mother had doused it with “cleaner” before she could wash it properly the next day since work was “forbidden” on Sunday except for making food- since it was a day of rest. But tomorrow she would be working on scrubbing and cleaning everything to make sure no disease would be brought into her new home, nor pest either.

“It is a work in progress. But I’m happiest with Broman. I wish he could have been my father from the beginning.” You murmured.

“Me too Darling. Which is why when you go to school tomorrow, many boys might try to flirt with you, be guarded. Do not let them speak to you about betrothal or engagements. You are a child. You should enjoy what is left of your childhood and you have many years, at least another decade before you should think or worry, let alone consider marriage. You need to be a fully mature woman, past the bloom of youth, but settled in personality and likes. And your partner should be too. If you are to share your life with someone, be sure that you will get along. There should be natural affection, and attraction. But looks fade with youth, but the personality and the secret person of the heart will remain. You should love their heart and personality most of all. I made the mistake that thinking that how that bastard treated me while he courted me was going to be the way he was going to treat me forever. But once the blush of lust passed, there was nothing there left to love because who I thought I fell in love with, was an illusion that that bastard made himself into. Once the illusion faded and he was fully revealed to me- it was too late to break free of him. He kept me prisoner without ever having to use chains or a dungeon. I never want that for you. I want you to be free Anastaschia, I never want you to lean on anyone but yourself and put your faith in any god proves true to you. Luna has rescued us from our last home. Dhanos has given us a new home in his city. Luna is not the kind of goddess that demands exclusive devotion. Dhanos’ though, I’m not sure because I am not familiar with him. So we shall see. But I am grateful to be free of that bastard and I’m grateful I could rescue you from him as well and I’m sorry I couldn’t manage to do it any sooner. I’m also very grateful that Luna has found our savior in our time of need in Broman. I can only hope that his affection for you doesn’t fade quickly or turn cold when I may take longer to warm to him than my heart will let me even try.” She advised.

“Then I will wait for Luna to tell me if there is a man worthy of me and my love, and I will wait for Dhanos to show and prove himself to me the way Luna has.” You offered.

“And you will fare well if you remember this and hold true to it. Do not let your late teen years and hormones and hunger for sex change your mind or your weaken your resolve.” Your mother urged you.

“Yes Mama.” You smiled as you cuddled into her side before you were both soon fast asleep.

#Anastaschia- High Priestess of Luna #Anastaschia- High Priestess of Luna Chapter 4 #This will turn into a monster romance #I swear and promise.#I just gotta get her parents together real quick so you can see SO MANY PARALLELS.#Because I love a good cliche #you can take the cliches from my cold dead hands

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meili-sheep · 3 years ago

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Okay but rolling with Chiluc and your older brother Kaeya! headcanon: not long after Childe and Diluc start dating, Kaeya pulls his brother’s new bf aside and makes sure he understands what will happen if he ever hurts Luc. “Unlike me, Diluc doesn’t date for fun. He treats it more seriously and only pursues those he cares deeply for. So I highly recommend not breaking his heart. Understand?”

Also! Hope you’re having a good day!

Moring! I'm doing ok. I hope you are too!

But here we are again. More fuel to my Kaeya hates Childe fire. And I think it would be worst with younger Diluc. Cause protect would be STRONG.

I feel the hate would be pretty mutual, especially if Childe knew Diluc and Kaeya's history. Cause he'd been offended that this guy who acted as a terrible older brother and didn't support his little brother when he needed it most, is telling him to be careful??? Like Childe would not give a shit about Kaeya's side of the story. He only knows Diluc feels bad and still cares about Kaeya, so he'd be pissy.

And neither would want to upset Diluc so they have this constant silent war fighting over protecting and taking care of Diluc.

Childe gets Diluc flower, Kaeya get him something the only means something between the two of them or talk about an event only they know. Childe kissing Diluc in front of Kaeya and flipping him off well Kaeya death glares.

If things got too spicy though I feel Diluc would be a pretty good medator and able to tell who cross what lines. And he does want them to get along, but would deeply fear having to give one up. Niether would want Diluc to choose, but that fear still is pretty in Diluc and he would never kinda speak on it but they could see it. So they slowly learn to tolerate each other, trying to easy a little of Diluc's worry.

#chiluc #diluc x childe #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #childe #tartagila #diluc and kaeya #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya alberich #I'm imagine Kaeya having alittle bit of a brother complex #and Kaeya and Childe fighting over protecting diluc makes me giggle

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submissivewomanofgod · 4 years ago

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Introduction: God Loves us All

Let us begin with a kind reminder to ALL that walk this earth that God loves ALL of us.

Every single living breathing being. All that have been.. will be and who have passed. All that God has created.

The one's you despise. The ones you hate. The ones that have tresspassed against you. The one's you disagree with. The one's you have formed disagreement with. The one's that appear to be good and honest to the ones that folly and appear lost. To the one's that Praise Gods name to the one's that denounce His existence. No matter the amount strength or how weak. No matter the amount of beauty they posses or lack there of. No matter their place of birth or where they shall reside. Niether the amount of riches...diamond and pearls or lack there of will make Him Love you more or less.

There is not one face you've ever peered into the eyes of that God does not love. That Jesus the Son of God did not die on the cross for. For He does love one of His children more then the other nore does He have favorites.

In Gods infinite Love for us. His unconditional accepting Love for us... He gave us His only Son who could have lived on for many a year but chose to give up His life and die for our sins.

For alone God knew without Him we would be wretched sinners walking the earth. Living of the flesh. Living in sin. Dead to the Truth. With no redemption.

Jesus's death is a great mercy to our souls. For without Him we all would parish. We would never be able to even shy close to the kingdom of Heavens gate for we are Unworthy souls Lead by the Flesh and the Devils pull on our Souls.

So before looking down on Thy Christian brothers and sisters and those that do not follow Gods mighty words remember.... God love's us all.

#jesus #christianity #christianliving #true christianity #child of god #bibleverse #biblestudy #bible reading #jesusiscoming #jesusfreak #faithoverfear #god #sonofgod #holy spirit #religion #christian blog

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 4 years ago

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Overgrown Metal

Series Summary: Almost two decades ago, the fae rose up from beyond the veil with technology far surpassing the human race, quickly taking over after laying waste to nearly everything in their wake. Now eight paths cross to right the wrongs on both ends, working to uncover secrets that would have rather stayed hidden

Chapter 4: Snarling Dogs

Trigger Warnings: caps lock for yelling, swearing

Remy tried not to breathe in too deeply as he dodged and weaved around people and stalls alike in the crowded marketplace. Sellers shouted out their wares and prices for everything from the rare pilfered canned goods to...less than sanitary goods. Metal, body odor and sewage from a nearby line made opening ones mouth a less than favorable option making him extremely grateful he lived and worked with Remus and didn't have to earn a living up here. Adjusting his hold on the grocery pack slung over his shoulder he dodged a family looking through a selection of warmer clothes, the girl trying her best to swipe a pair of gloves unnoticed. He silently wished them luck. A family of thieves lasted only as long as their latest trainee failed to get caught.

Nearing the exit to the marketplace his shoulders sagged with relief, quickening his pace as he stairs came into view. Old and cracked as they were he was always surprised their little city lasted as long as it had; hastily made and as ramshackle as any other put together out if the desperate hope for a safe haven, the underground establishment boasted three levels all separated by concrete slabs taken from surface buildings and steel bars that were about the only steady thing about the place.

He had almost made it to the first flight of stairs when he heard a short cry coming from an alleyway close by. Whipping around he gripped the groceries tighter and wandered over in the direction it had come from. He knew he'd be chewed out by Remus for this but he always hated leaving anything curious alone, whether it be for gossip or guilts sake. Just a quick peek, he thought as he rounded a corner. Scope it out and then either let it be and have something juicy to tell his husband later or help someone who needed it and have something juicy to tell his husband later. Win win either way.

Finally spotting two figures at the end of a dim alley way between two storage buildings he squinted harshly as he set the groceries down and crept forward. One of them was saying something, and the closer he got the less he liked it.

"...be fine sweetheart. It'll be quick and easy and then they'll take care of you for the rest of your life. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"I don't want to." Remy's vision flashed red at those words, the taller man clearly leaning closer to the woman, caging her in his arms. He tried to be as silent as possible, debris scattered around making it hard to place his feet quietly. He had gotten only a few feet away when it seemed like the man was done playing whatever game he had going on, taking something out if his pocket and sneering down at his prey.

"I'm not so sure you have a choice." Remy had seen and heard enough, standing up and running forward quickly he brought his left arm up and swung back before pitching forward, throwing all of his weight to clock the man just right in the side of the head.

The woman shrieked as the man crumpled instantly, not without Remy wincing as a couple of his fingers starting sticking in place as the knuckles fought to adjust to the now bent frame. Shit, now Remus really would be mad. Though it hardly mattered at the moment, turning to the terrified woman with what he hoped was a friendly smile. He froze for a moment following her line of sight to his shining hand.

He flexed his fingers in a mock wave, mechanical digits creaking a bit from the impact they had barely endured. He chuckled nervously and put it in his pocket. "You like it? My husband got it for me"

Trying for humor seemed to be the key as she let out a nervous giggle, flicking from him to her attacker and back again. He looked down and nudged the prone man with his foot, an odd device that he must have dropped catching his eye. A stylized snarling dog insignia was engraved at the side of what almost looked like a dart gun, eyes widening as he realized what it was.

"He was going to chip you?" The other startled as she bit her lip and looked away. Putting the peices together he supposed it made sense. Society members sometimes came to lower settlements to scope out fresh meat for whatever it was they did to the people they indoctrinated. He had heard scant details from Remus from his own time spent in one as a child. He looked down his nose at the man. Hopefully he hadn't gotten a good look at Remy's face.

"Do you need an escort home? I promise I have better manners towards people who aren't trying to attack someone."

The woman shook her head, carefully stepping around both him and the man. "I'll be fine now. Thank you, for what you did."

With that she turned and ran, which Remy couldn't blame her for, you didn't really make friends in this particular city. Sniffing indignantly nonetheless he turned on his heel and made his way back to his groceries, hauling them up with his good hand and making his way home.

Niether of them had noticed the small, blinking red light at the end of the chip gun.

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"You're sure this will heal?" Remus huffed as he tied off another stitch, the gaping wound in his patient's arm finally closing and ready to be bandaged.

"If you keep it clean and don't fuck it up again it'll heal just fine." He ignored the soft "language please" from across the from and focused on slathering antibacterial ointment over the wound before getting out a roll of gauze. "I'm the best in the business, you'll live. And if your arm does fall off I have plenty of replacements!"

He grinned as his patient paled somewhat, taking in the rows of neatly arranged mechanical limbs the small office was most known for in the black market. "Do you- do you get all that metal from the fairies?"

"Mmm, technically I guess. We get some of it from Hunters that come by and trade the metal for supplies, sometimes we trade for aluminum or dig around scrap vulture packs for odds and ends. One man's trash is another man's polished trash, and I'm the best there is!" Tying off the gauze with an of finality he turned as the door opened. "Remy you're- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HAND?!"

The unholy screech that left Remus' mouth left everyone in the room and a mile wide radius wincing from the volume. Remy, for his part, had the presence of mind to look at least a little ashamed, scuffing his toe along the floor and hiding the mangled, twitching limb behind his back. "I uh, fell?"

Remus' eyes darkened as he stood up. "Everyone out! We are now closed! Emile, the baggy!"

Scrambling around the desk Emile grabbed the patients to go bag which was swiftly grabbed up and thrown in their face. "Out! My husband is more important!"

"Remus!" Despite Emile's chiding the office was cleared relatively quickly as Remus stalked forward with his hand out.

"Groceries down. Walk and talk. Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt anywhere else? Where did you go? Wh-"

"Babes!" Remus snapped his mouth shut as Remy's protest and the lankier man sighed. "I got curious when I heard someone scream and ended up punching some dude in an alleyway for trying to chip a woman. Probs a Society member. They didn't see me, I just fucked my hand up."

Remus looked up as his hand was squeezed. "I'm okay."

Huffing he turned back to inspecting the ruined prosthetic, wincing as the other hissed in pain as he tried moving the digits. "Okay. Okay we'll...wrap these for now. You're damn lucky Emile and I have been working on something better for you."

Remy raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Well now I won't tell you because I'm pissed that my husband's an idiot without one brain cell to rub against his skull for some self preservation!"

Remy grinned and leaned back, accepting the pain killers Emile offered with a grateful nod as his fingers and hand were carefully wrapped to keep them relatively still.

"How much did you get for the scrap?" The question snapped him out of his thoughts and he pursed his lips as he looked over to the abandoned groceries.

"Enough." He didn't want to mention prices were starting to drop and it was getting harder to negotiate for fair ones. Food and materials were starting to get scarce and a lot of people were starting to talk about leaving their little society for more promising ones that didn't operate with such delicacy. He always knew it would happen eventually, but he figured their little family would be long gone by then.

Remus grunted in response and Remy closed his eyes tiredly. Navigating his way through all the levels and people for hours was always exhausting, he couldn't wait to go upstairs and slip into their bed for a quick nap before dinner.

"The bags under your eyes are big enough to hold the groceries themselves, go to bed. I'll be up in a few minutes." Remus punctuated this by flicking the tip of his nose, to which he only recieved a lazy grin in return for his thoughts being answered so quickly.

"Yes sir." Despite his exhaustion he winked playfully before getting up slowly and giving Remus a peck on the lips, waving quickly to Emile before turning and heading towards the stairs.

"And actually go to bed! No coffee!" Emile called after him as an afterthought, to which xe recieved a few low grumbles that xe hoped was in agreement. Neither xyr cousin nor cousin in law had the best sleeping habits, and their constant caffeine consumption did nothing to help it.

"We did actually finish that right? I forget if we did that or another project." Emile turned and smiled wryly.

"You really need to start using to do lists. We did them both at the same time, so yeah, Remy's hand is done. It's in the bottom drawer in the filing cabinet."

Xe started tidying up the office as Remus rummaged around in the cabinet. Biting xyr lip xe voiced a growing concern. "Do you think it's a bad sign Society members are starting scope this place out? We're pretty far away from the closest ones and those arent nearly as dangerous as some can be."

Emile almost wanted xyr words back as Remus stiffened, but the other only shrugged as he waved the hand he found back and forth. "It's fine. Those dogs go sniffing around everything they don't have their teeth in already. Probably just some recruitment that I'm very happy my brave and dashing husband discouraged."

"Right." Emile rolled xyr eyes and placed xyr hands in xyr hips. "Well, everything's cleaned up so I'm gonna head downstairs to file whatever papers you left."

"You're such a doll! I'll have dinner ready soon yeah? Remember to lock the door!"

"Already did!" Returning the kiss blown in xyr direction xe headed down to the basement quickly, blueprints trapped safely against xyr chest to sort through with all the others. Xe knew xe shouldn't worry but...with xyr cousin's history-

Xe shook xyr head quickly. It would be fine. It had to be. Xe had finally gotten a little bit of xyr family living under one roof for quite a few years now. No Society member was going to make xem fear that being taken away from xem. With determination burning xyr veins xe flicked on the light and turned towards the worktables.

Groaning xe set the stack xe was holding down with all the other and dragged xyr hands over xyr face. ADHD be damned xe were still kicking Remus' butt come dinnertime.

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I will dump this here so I can never see it again I don't care if anyone use this or not I just want this piece to be posted since it kinda turn out good but anyway I posted this before in Ao3 but I decided to delete it since It hurt someone

I never intend to hurt a person by making these I swear this just cross my mind while I was work distracting my self so I couldn't feel how my head hurts so bad. But it is slightly based on a doujin of diff OTP that I read years ago that I suddenly remember

I just want you to know my side . Since this makes me feel so guilty that this piece kinda hurt you in someway. I wanna apologize to you, I can't dm you since I am a shy person but I hope this reach you. I just wanted say sorry, I'm sorry really really sorry if you ever come across this post I hope you accept my sincere apology. I'm really sorry. I love your work so much and I never intend this piece to make you stop working on that I'm sorry again🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

For now I will support you from afar since I think I don't have the right to react on your posts but I will always support you and your works.

Tags: Not Rated, Haikyuu!!, Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shouyou & Miya Atsumu, Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shouyou, Fluff, long distance, AtsuHina, coming home, Atsumu is a hinata simp haha, M/M, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary:

The distance between Atsumu Miya and Shouyou Hinata

Sao Paulo,Brazil ----> Hyogo, Japan

18,731KM ----> 0.00 KM

From oceans apart and finally back into each other's arms

Notes:

Kinda New at writing Atshn

It's My OTP so I'm kinda nervous sharing this to you

But I hope you kinda like it ðŸ˜Š

** Some of the distance is not that accurate ðŸ˜Š

Published at: 2021-03-12

Revised at: 2021-03-12 04:21:42 -0500

March 5,202x

Current Distance: 18 731 km

Sao Paulo, Brazil --->Â Hyogo, Japan

Current Time : 11:00 pm ---> 11:00 am

I Woke up to the sound of my phone ringing

I Answer it

Then I heard the voice of my sunshine

"Tsumu did I wake ya up ?"

I Stiffle a Yawn and Rub my eyes

"Kinda but ya know I don't mind If it's you,Shoyou-kun"

I imagined Shoyou smiling from the otherside of the phone

"You're being flirty in the middle of the night Tsumu, but I called cause I have a great news for you"

Shoyou couldn't hide the excitement in his voice

"What is your news Sho-kun"

Then I heard him laughed

Oh I miss him so much I thought

"Can you open your camera so I can see your reaction on what I'm about to say"

I open the lights and sit myself up

Then I open my camera

Then I saw is a tanned man with orange hair

Smiling at me

His hazel eyes have the same longing look as mine

Wind brushes his hair

He must me sitting on his apartment balcony

"Hi Tsumu" and then he smiled at me

"Hello Shoyou"

We stare at each other for a long time

And then we both laughed

The sound of our laughter filled the room

"So Sho-kun what is the thing that you wanted to say to me " I asked him

" Umm about that Tsumu I kinda got a month long breakÂ and I was planning to return to Japan"

He smiled it's so bright like a sun

I was speechless

Is this real I thought

I just always dream Shoyou saying those wordsÂ

Finally Shoyo is coming back to japan

He is finally coming home to me after a year of him being in Brazil

This dull apartment will be filled with his light again

The sun will finally rise again after a long night

"Tsumu are you all right?"

He was waving his hand in front of the camera

Then I smiled a smile that reach the corner of my eyes

"Sho I'm so happy I don't know what to say I'm so surprise, wanna give you a hug so tight right now"

If only I could do it I thought

"Hehe Tsumu do it when I came home, Will you not ask when I'll go back"

I was confused at first but I asked anyway

"When are you coming home Sho-kun"

Sho-kun gigled and he sudden rotate his camera to show me his Luggage and bags

Luggage

Bags

NO WAY

"Eh You're coming home today ?" I shouted

"Surprise Tsumu, Actually its Tomorrow and My flight is at 3am."

I couldn't process evrything I'm still in the state of shock

"So I'll arrive on March 7 at 2pm , Tsumu you better pick me up at the airport"

I regain my composure

"Of course, wouldn't miss it for the world"

We both smiled and can hide our excitement to see each other

March 6,202x

Current Distance: 13 101 km

Sao Paulo, Brazil (In Flight)Â --->Â Hyogo, Japan

Current Time :Â 9 :00 am ---> 9:00 pm

I Can't sleep

Sho is already boarded his airplane

So I decided to watch some T.V

To distract mylself but it doesn't seem to work

I reread again the message he send me

Fr: Sho-kunðŸ”†

To: Tsumu ðŸ¦Š

Time: 2:30 am 3/6/202x

Tsumu I'm boarding the plane now I can't wait to see you Love you ðŸ˜˜

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Fr: Tsumu ðŸ¦Š

To : Sho-kun ðŸ”†

Time : 2:35 pm 3/6/202x

Have a safe flight Sho, I'll be waiting for you

I love you ðŸ˜˜

Why does the time seems to be slower when you are waiting ll

I turn off the T.V and try my best to fall asleep

Thinking few more hours you'll be in my arms

March 7, 202x

Current Distance: 7 121 km

Sao Paulo, Brazil (In flight) --->Â Hyogo, Japan

Current Time : 7:00 pm ---> 7:00 am

My alarm kept ringing

I turn it off

Today is finally the day

Shoyou will arrive in japan

I have roughly 7 hrs before he arrived

I went started my day

Morning Run

Eating Breakfast

When I check again the time It's only 9:00 am

5 more hours I keep chanting

I couldn't sit still

Then an Idea came to my mind

I look for a Cardboard and I try to write something in it

When I'm done with it

It wasÂ already 11 am and it'a time for me to go to the airport

March 7, 202x

Current Distance: 2,310 km

Hyogo, Japan ( Airport )

Current Time : 1:00 pm

I can't keep still

I keep walking back and forth at the arrival area

1 more hour and His plane will land

I was holding a white Card Board with words written on it is

" ã�Šã�‹ã�ˆã‚Šã�ªã�•ã�„æ—¥å�‘ç¿”é™½"

(Welcome Back Hinata Shoyou)

He'll be here in a few minutes I keep chanting in my head as I walk back and fourth

March 7, 202x

Current Distance: 237 km

Hyogo, Japan ( Airport )

Current Time : 2:00 pm

He's already here

His plane just landed

I was walking near the arrival area to look for Sho

For a Tanned man with orange hair

A man with a brightest smike

The love of my life

Thirty Minutes passed and I saw the glimpse of his Orange Hair

My heart skipped a beat

I kept grinning like crazy

I held the cardboard up high for him to see

When he looks my way

He gave me a beaming smile

He run towards me

And he jump at me

And I catched him and the board fell to the ground

We look at each other niether one of us wants to looking away

That expresses all the longing and love we feel for each other

His hands starts playing my platinum blonde hair

We stay in each other's embrace

His arms atvthe back of neck and his legs crossed on my waist

My hands on his back

He suddenly close the distance of our face until our lips meet in a passionate kiss

We pull away from each other breathless

"I miss you so much tsumu" he said as our nose touch

"Me too Sho I miss ya so much"

March 7, 202x

Current Distance: 0.00 km

Hyogo, Japan ( Airport ) -- Hinata Shoyo in Atsumu Miya's arms

Current Time : 3:30 pm

We were walking hands intertwined

As we head out the airport

I tightened the grip on his hand

"You know Shoyou sometimes I don't mind that we're oceans apart you know why?"

I look at him

There is a confuse look on his face

"So you really don't miss me that much Tsumu"

And he pouted at me

"Of course I miss you Shou , It's just that I feel even though were miles apart You'll always come home to me"

I'm kinda embarassed that I said thag so I looked away

"Cause I'll always come home to you Tsumu eventhough it may take months and years I'll always always come home to you"

I look back at him and saw the man that I fell in love since I was in highschool

We smiled at each other understanding all the unsaid words between us

#atshn

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world-of-socks · 5 years ago

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harvest . o .

Oh boi. Welp, here we go lol.

Yellow diamond is by far the fictional character that I relate to the most. Allow me to explain (I’m gonna try to simplify cause I relate to her in a lot of ways lol and could go on for far to long):

Sense of humor: We both laugh, a lot. At dark humor especially.

Mannerisms: I conduct myself almost exactly like she does. Arms crossed, I sit the same way, walks with purpose. Not to mention the way she talks, like I swear I’ve even said the same things she has. Watching episodes with her in it are uncanny on occasions cause of how similar we conduct ourselves and how similarly we talk.

Nerds: we are both nerds. And dorks. We like learning and are perfectionists. We put pressure on ourselves to succeed as well.

Music: I like musicals and singing. I guess that also counts lol.

Emotional/relationships: I feel like I’ve gotten better with this sense SU and SUF but i still struggle with it. She and I both have issues with crying and empathy and such. I hate crying, it makes me feel small, weak. You can tell Yellow feels the same. SU taught me though that emotions don’t make you weak and feeling what you feel is important and a kind of strength.

Alright and then there’s the matter of her relationships with others. Mainly her relationship with pink. There was a time where the relationship she had with pink was quite similar to the one I had with my younger sibling. She looked up to me (still does) , but we were constantly arguing and since she was so young I would make her cry a lot. Niether of us were happy. But something about SU changed that. I think after I really recognized the toxicity of the relationship with my younger sister by watching how yellow interacted with her, I realized how that needed to change. And over time it has. We’ve grown much closer and argue way less. We’re both much happier now. So yeah. Just another reason I love SU.

Anyways sorry for that long explanation, but yes to answer your question I relate the most to Yellow Diamond and I miss seeing that big ol nerdy dork on tv.

#random ramblings #thanks so much for the ask!#sorry for the rant lol #yellow diamond #steven universe #su #love you reo!!#your support legit makes my day lol #is it weird to say love you?#I mean it platonically obviously #that’s a whole other rant #like I wanna say love you to my friends platonically #cause I love them #but like I don’t want it to be awkward #cause like I’m queer #and they know that #I’m prob over thinking this #cause it’s me so that makes sense

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tcthinecwnself-a · 5 years ago

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@indomitablespirits said: 💞 ((am I too late to get some best alebrije 'Chito for Héc? :D))

Send 💞 for me to describe 5 ways my muse says ‘I love you’ to yours.

“What if you wrote a new song?” Panchito asked with a tilt of his head. News of Ernesto’s rise to fame had spread throughout the Land of the Dead like a fire. Niether of them were pleased to hear Héctor’s songs being played in such a goofy, charlatan way. “You could write a new song in your traditional style. If - if you wrote a new song, I’m sure people down here would love it. And - and then you could sing it to Imelda and Coco when they come down here.”

“AAAAAAAAIIIIIIII!!!!!” Panchito screamed as loud as his lungs could manage as he ran at top speeds. Dirt kicked up from behind his heels as he looked back to see that Pepita was very, VERY close behind him. He quickly turned a corner, gripping it with his hand to help his momentum. It was fine. This was all part of the plan. This was the only way he could assure that Héctor was not being chased by the terrifying alebrije and could talk to Imedla in peace. And if it was for the good of Héctor, Panchito would do anything dangerous in a heartbeat. The crash that echoes out is of him being pinned flat against the floor by Pepita’s gigantic paws. She’s sitting on him now, much like a cat does with it’s pray. With the wind knocked clear out of him, Panchito scraps his hands against the brick path. But it looks like he would be here for a long while.

Héctor’s leaning on him, his hand planted firmly on his shoulder. The two had been in good spirits all the way back to Stantytown, laughing and joking around. Sure, their latest escapade to cross the bridge did not go as planned, it never did, but the way their silly invention backfired was too silly not to laugh at. His chipped pained and Héctor’s leg aside, they were going to have quite the funny story to tell Cheech if he would humor them.

Leaving. Leaving, in a kind of way, meant “I love you”, right? It meant allowing the other person to move on. It meant giving them the space they needed to figure things out. It meant “I acknowledge your feelings” and “I understand”. Panchito might not have left as gracefully as one in the movies. Calmly leaving through the door and not looking back. He left in the wave of a hurricane of anger; the guitar bouncing against his back as he dashed through the streets. Leaving might’ve been the best thing he could do for Héctor. Leaving was his “I love you”

But nothing could mean “I love you” more than coming back. “I love you” was getting churros together for the first time in years. It was laughing together at a silly joke that made Imelda groan. It was being introduced to Coco and being included in the big group hug that followed. It was going to Ceci to patch up his suit and hat. “I love you” was getting his own little room in the large Rivera house; a small little room they had placed on the roof near where Pepita slept. It was receiving a hug almost every hour of every day. Panchito liked this “I love you” much more than the last.

#Panchito | alebrije au |#Panchito&Héctor tbt #indomitablespirits #{ i got ??? poetic with the last two ... so rry??? }

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peggysousfan · 5 years ago

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Agent Carter An Au Series

Here is chapter 10, it is the longest by far!! I’m getting close to crossing over the story with the show, so I may take a short break from writing to figure out how to get all the details in and continue this story. I hope y’all enjoy:)

Peggy's POV:

I feel as if I'm going out of my mind. I was never meant for motherhood... Stephanie was only born yesterday, and already I'm going mad. I don't understand how Mum had two children close in age! Micheal and I are only 3 years apart and yet the idea of having another anywhere in that proximity of time gives me a migraine. I can't do this, I just can't... Colleen left for work early this morning and I know Daniel is gone as well. Stephanie refuses to eat anything, no matter what I do she just won't latch! Shes been crying non stop all day. I've changed her nappy, given her a pacy, and tried to feed her; but nothing seems to calm her down! For hours I have been pacing around the apartment, bobbing her up and down, everything I can think of doesn't seem to work. I'll be damned if I ask Mrs' Keller for any assistance. I know Steph has, in fact, inherited part of the serum. I've tried swaddling her, but she somehow manages to get out of it. And when she smacks, it hurts. Actually hurts. Not enough to bruise, yet, but I don't want Mrs. Keller or anyone else I don't trust to touch my child. I give up....

Daniel's POV:

"Sousa! You're late."

"Thanks Thompson, I hadn't noticed." I crutch over to my desk and sit down. Man last night was rough...

"Yeah, sure you did. We all thought you lost your footing and didn't know how to get back up. But, I guess you kinda need a leg for that," Krzeminski laughs. Low life dick...

"Is that right? I would have thought you were to hung up on some bimbo broad to come in at all.. or is that your wife?" I say, and instantly, he shuts up. But the rest of the office bursts into laughter. His wife spends more time on the streets than she does with him, we've all seen it.

"Damn, Sousa! What cat dragged you out of bed this morning!?" Thompson says. I ignore him and get to work. Thankfully, Krzeminski doesn't bother me the rest of the day. Hours later when I look at the clock, I see its time to go. "Sousa. Where are you going?" I grab my jacket, slip it on, and crutch to the elevator.

"Home."

"Yeah.. you've been leaving pretty early lately.. Got somethin' to share? Maybe you met a nice gal?" He says as he starts to walk with me.

"And why the hell would I tell you anything, Thompson?"

"Hey, I'm just asking. Normally you stay as late as possible. But here lately you've been leaving at 7 O' clock on the dot. Everyday, for the past week."

"Great observation skills agent. Are you gonna tell me what I had for breakfast next?" He laughs and I start to walk away.

"I'm being serious, Sousa. What changed?"

"Simple. I have a life. Maybe you should get one." And with that, I leave. I wonder how Peggy's doing with Stephanie...

Peggy's POV:

I fear I may be doing something wrong. How can she still not latch on? What do I do? I think I might actually need Mrs. Keller's help... I pick Steph up again and hear a knock at the door. Did Colleen forget her key again? I walk to the door and unlock it. When I open it, its Daniel. Oh thank God!

"Daniel!" I sigh in relief.

"Hey, I thought I'd drop by and see how you were doing..." He looks down at her and shes still fussing.

"I'm going insane, I'm afraid." I step back and let him in. "I-I-I've tried everything I can possibly think of and nothings working! I've tried feeding her numerous time and she won't take. She doesn't seem to be latching at all! I've changed her nappy, I-Ive given her a p-pacy.. I- I walked around bouncing her! I-I-I just don't know Daniel I don't-"

"Peggy! Hey, calm down." Its then I noticed how wet my cheeks are. "She hasn't eaten anything today?"

"No!" I exasperate.

"Okay, heres what we'll do." He places a hand on my shoulder and I look at him. "First I need you to take a deep breath-"

"Oh really Daniel! I-"

"Peg, you can't help her and take care of her if you don't take care of yourself. Please. I need you to take a deep breath, and let it out." I look him in the eye, and see worry, nothing but worry; because of me. Ugh... I'm horrible. I nod my head and do as he asks, but I can't stop the tears as Stephanie wails. "Here, may I?" I open my eyes and notice him gesturing to the baby , and I gratefully oblige. He takes her to the kitchen and bounces her around, whispering sweet little things too her. I can't hear it all, only small words.. Words like "Sweet, anjo?, sunshine, and linda? What? He sets his crutch against the sink,takes a clean cloth, and rinses it under the tap.

"Daniel? What are you doing?" I step closer and see Steph sucking on the cloth.

"All the crying shes doing will make her dehydrated. Its best to let her suck on this and get hydrated while you take a minute to yourself and relax."

"What did I do to deserve you?" Before I even think about it, it slips out of my mouth. Either he doesn't notice or ignores the meaning behind it.

"I'm just here to help, Peggy. You can do this, you just... need another hand to guide you through it."

"And that hand being yours, I hope." Now he looks at me. Damn. Why did I just say that? He laughs lightly.

"I don't know a whole lot, just enough to help. I don't have any of my own, so... I can't really give you the best advice." He soaks the cloth again and poppet keeps drinking.

"Do you want any of your own? I've never heard you speak of it before."

"Uh...yeah, maybe..."

"Well that doesn't sound so certain." I laugh. He looks at me with those deep brown eyes, and smiles.

"I mean I do, one day. But... thats not gonna be for a while."

"How do you know that?" He looks away from me and brings Stephanie to his chest. Shes starting to calm down.

"Lets just say I do..."

"Daniel? How do you know for certain?" His demeanor changes and his shoulders start to slump. Somethings upsetting him. "You know you can tell me, Daniel. I won't reprimand you for it." He finally looks at me, then glances back at Steph.

"Its just... gonna take some time."

"Time for..?"

"You know, time."

"Daniel." He sighs and and turns towards me.

"Lets just say... Girls aren't exactly lining up to be with a crip."

"I beg your pardon!" I shout, Daniel looks at me, shocked. "Why on earth would you say a thing like that?"

"I thought you said you wouldn't reprimand me?"

"Well I-.... damn what I said. Daniel... You shouldn't say that about yourself. You are not-" I sigh in frustration. "Please. Never talk about yourself like that again."

"Yes, ma'am," He laughs sadly. "Its just, they can't see past the crutch, Peg."

"Any woman would be lucky to have you, and those that can't see passed that symbol of bravery, then they're damned fools." I say boldly. Once again our eyes lock together, and seems like everything around us has stopped.

"Thanks, Peggy."

"I mean it, Daniel. What happened to you...Your injury... It doesn't define you. Not in that way. You sacrificed so much for your country; blood, sweat, tears... and your leg. But you shouldn't let that and what others think stand in your way. Believe it or not, you came back more whole than most soldiers, Daniel. You are an amazing person and a kind man. You deserve better than what others say, but they're just words. You know the full story, they don't. Know your value, Daniel. I know I do..." I didn't mean to make a speech, but I can't stand how down hearted he felt. The way people treat injured soldiers is bloody ridiculous; especially when they are as kind as Daniel. He looks up at me, as if I've grown a second head. Maybe, I've over stepped, but he needs to know hes worth more than the world gives him. Before he can say anything, the door opens.

"Hey, Peggy! I got some- oh, Daniel. Hi."

"Uh- hey!" Stephanie starts to fuss again, so Daniel re-soaks the rag.

"So, I got dinner, but if you two already ate thats okay."

"Oh, no we haven't, or well.I-I haven't ." I say. Since Colleen has taken extra shirts to pay my half of the rent, and because of that I use to eat alone. But before poppet was born, Daniel and I had ate many dinners together; and Colleen knew this.

"Well I got some from food from The Automate, enough for two,though. Not three."

"Thats ok, I'm fine." Daniel says while rocking the baby.

"Have you eaten already?" Colleen asks as she sets down the bags.

"Uh, no, but its fine. I can eat later." I look at Colleen, and she looks at me. She's going to go get Daniel some supper, I already know it.

"I'll be right back." And with that she leaves.

"Wheres she going?" Daniel asks, thoroughly confused.I laugh.

"She went to get more food."

"What? She didn't have to do that."

"Colleen is Colleen. Thats really all I can say. You nor I could talk her out of it if we wanted to." We both laugh and Stephanie begins to fuss again.

"Peg? Do you..uh.. want to try and feed her? I'll leave, of course, just.. uh, do you want to try it?"

"I, uhm... I-I-can try but...She won't latch, Daniel." I walk over to Daniel and he tries to hand her to me. Its a bit of awkward shuffling and our hands graze each others several times; each time I feel a spark. "Sorry" We both say.

"I'll, uh, go." "But, Daniel..." He stops mid walk. "You don't have to leave, what about your dinner?"

"I can come back, but... I should give you some privacy to... you know." I look down at the baby and then at Daniel. Ugh, why must this be so difficult.

"Or you could simply turn away..." No, no no no. I hope I didn't say what I think I did. Damn, I did. The shock on his face is unmistakable, and I'm sure, I'm the same. "We-well that is, uhm, i-if you don't mind staying." Now I'm rambling... Instead of saying anything in return, his face turns a bright red, al the way to the tip of his ears. For a few moments, niether of us move; until the baby starts to cry. He turns around and distracts himself with a newspaper while I open my dress and try to feed Stephanie. Oh what was I thinking!? 'Or you could simply turn around'!?? God Peggy, what is wrong with you...

"Is she eating?" Bloody hell, I forgot he was here.

"Ugh, No! I don't know what I'm doing wrong." Steph tries to feed, but she can't find it. I try to guide her but she keeps squirming around and getting frustrated.

"Is she swaddled? If she not that might help, and then hold her really close and guide her, that way she can try and eat. That and you staying calm." I look for a blanket to swaddle her in, but I can't find one.

"Daniel? I can't find her blanket."

"Uhh.." He starts to search and finds it."Found it!"

"Good, could you bring it to me?" I hear him walk towards me and I cover myself up. "Thank you." He doesn't look at me, but he nods and walks back away. I'm not sure whats more awkward; this moment or when I invited myself over to eat with him for the first time. No its now, defiantly now. I swaddle Stephanie, take a deep breath, and try to feed her. It takes a few minutes, but she finally starts to get it. "Oh thanks God!"

"Shes eating?"

"Finally. It only took her all day..." We both laugh and Steph coos. After shes finished, I button my dress,and burp her. "You can turn around now." And he does. Now everything feels at peace, almost normal again. I offer her to Daniel, and she starts to giggle. I've never seen him smile so brightly. "I fear shes put you under her spell." He laughs.

"Thats okay, I don't mind." After a few minutes of just being relaxed and enjoying Steph, Colleen comes home. We all sit around and eat dinner, Daniel continues to hold the baby, but I don't mind. Hes good with her. She likes him, and so do I... Theres no one I trust more with my daughter than Daniel Sousa.

#peggysous #peggy carter #daniel sousa #Peggy x Daniel #agent carter #agent carter series #au fanfic #fanfiction

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darklingichor · 5 years ago

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Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell Ramble Fest Part 5. *Spoilers*

Day 5: finished it. Okay, lots of things. Rowell's writing is absolutely addictive, I would have finished it faster if it weren't for my job and bills and stuff. Stupid responsiblites keeping me from reading.

I think I'll take each plot thread and follow it to the end.

With Levi, I sort of expected him to be Reagan’s brother, possibly twin (just by the way she reacted to the identical twin thing). Anyway, what college class allows you to read and test on The Outsiders? Can I borrow anyone’s time machine and go take it? I literally (and I actually mean literally) read that book twenty times in a row when I was fifteen. I wrung every bit of context, subtext, and not-even-in-the-text out of it. I felt like I knew Johnny and Ponyboy better than I knew some of my own family members. My best friend and I also took turns reading it out loud to each other (we did this with a lot of books, actually). I could have taken that test in about five minutes and would have been the easiest A I ever got!

Anyway, can I just say that I love the fact that Cath sees audio books as reading? Some people don’t and it annoys me to no end.

So I do like the Cath/Levi pairing, but what is it about romance in fiction? One half of the pairing doesn’t answer texts so the other half makes out with someone else? Does this happen in real life? I’m aro ace, this is completely foreign to me. I mean, I understand the concept of demiromantic and demisexual. Someone you feel connected with makes you want to do the romance or physical thing with them. But then you wouldn’t just kiss someone else because you didn’t hear from the special someone for a couple of hours, right? How does that connection happen in the brain? Not judging just wondering about something that makes no sense to me, personally.

It was sort of interesting how the relationship progressed. I get why she was so reluctant to really go there. Cath is the embodiment of fool me once, you will not get a twice.

I like that Levi really is a nice guy. Not a guy who plays nice and then expects something because of it. He legitimately felt horrible for the kiss with the other girl.

Also often, in the stuff I watched growing up, the love interest had to "look past" the geeky stuff that the main character liked. It is cool that Levi likes Cath for everything that she is, including the stuff that Wren tries to downplay. Same goes for Cath liking Levi. Niether one of them change to make themselves "better" for the other. That seems more real to me.

I like the slight struggle they had with Reagan being Levi's ex and how they all moved passed it. The only thing I can't figure out of I like is how once the relationship solidified, Cath's anxiety seems to have, if not disappeared, then greatly reduced.

I can't figure out if that's because she had more in the way of support in the form of Wren, Levi, and Reagan, more confidence because of the reactions she got to both forms of her writting, less stress because her dad had more support from her grandmother, and all of the other things that came together for her... Or the "Got boy now, what is mental illness?" Trope.

I would say it's the former because it would make sense, but we spend so much time in Cath's head and see her struggle and overcome, in the little daily battles that are always there even with changes made in the form of healthy coping mechinisms, medication or counseling. And suddenly it just drops away... I don't know, that bugged me.

Speaking of struggles

Arthur’s episode was handled really well, and I’m completely on Cath’s side. Family comes first. I don’t care if they are uncouncious, I wouldn’t be able to consentrate on a final if a close family member were in the hospital and I wasn’t there.

The part of my brain ruled by the anxiety goblin completely agrees with Cath wanting to leave the school. The part of me that is closer related to the turtle than it should be. “This is scary, uncomfortable, painful, ect. Time to hide.”

The more reasonable part sort of agrees with her when she said she didn’t choose the school, Wren did. Why stay at a school that you didn’t want to attend in the first place? I also understand the logic behind wanting to stay home to take care of her dad. Is ot the eighteen year old kid's job to take care of the parent? Not really, but what do you do when someone you love needs help?

The more rational part also says: You have a scholarship? Stay put, kid, loans blow!

During this whole thing? Wren is still a dick. The You and dad are crazy because you let yourselves be crazy argument...

"Got a broken leg? Walk it of wussy!"

Now, is that to say that Cath's way of letting her anxiety cope with her rather than the other way around is right?

No.

But it's a lot more complicated than "Just don't let it bother you." Bitch, if she could do that she wouldn't have anxiety now would she?

I don't know a lot about bipolar but I know enough to say with confidence, that just willing the chemicals in your brain to behave is not going to cut it.

So Wren's alcohol poisoning. Can I say that I loved how it was handled? The writing got around every tired thing that can happen coming out 0f a plot element like that.

Wren and Cath did reconcile, but Cath didn't cut her a lot of slack and was matter of fact about how stupid Wren's behavior had been. Her dad didn't do the whole "I'm just glad you're okay" thing, he laid down the law. One of my favorite lines from Arthur was when he told Wren that she had to go to AA meetings.

"I'm not an alcoholic."

"Good. It's not contagious. You're going to meetings.”

I honestly wouldn't mind a story from Wren's perective over the course of this year. It would be interesting to see her partying, her relationship with her boyfriend and her thought process while she let some of her personality blaze through while hiding others.

After she and Cath make up it becomes clear that she thought that she couldn't go to parties, make new friends, have new experiences and be close with her sister and still openly love nerdy things.

Professor Piper, writing, Laura, and Simon Snow.

I get the feeling that Professor Piper is suppose to be subverting the Mary Sue stereotype. When Cath first starts the class she is in awe of this teacher. Piper is wise, talented and compassionate. She's perfect. So when she first talks down fan ficton, I thought, well if the story were to follow the Mary Sue, Cath would "realize" her folly and abandon Carry On, Simon. I knew that wasn't going to happen.

The more she bad mouths fan fiction, the more she just... Acts like nothing touches her, I thought: She's the Mary Sue... But she's almost the villain (and almost is important here because she doesn't continue down that path). I mean, she can do whatever she wants with her students' grades? What university is this? Professors have to get their grades submitted by a deadline. She couldn't hold Cath's grade just cause she felt like it. She'd have to submit an incomplete and I'm pretty sure that it would have to be made up long before it actually was.

She calls fan fic "Stillborn" as if the only ultimate reason to write is to make a living off of it, that was bitchy. She likely would have been surprised that a good number of her students probably dabble in it, because I haven't met many people who write (post Harry Potter) who didn't read some fanfic, if not write it, and that's just one fandom Yes, it is a wonderful thing to make your living doing something you love, However, Cath is also right, you can write like some people knit or scrapbook. You can do something you love simply for the love of it.

Further more and most importantly, no writting is "stillborn" you put effort into it, it lives, if only for you.

Now, Cath is trying to not write her final project because she's scared, she's afraid that she doesn't have it in her to do with her own characters what she does so well with Baz and Simon. That doean't mean her reasoning isn't sound, it's just not sound for her.

Nick... I don't have a lot to say about Nick. I knew he was going to end up being a tool, and he was.

Same goes for the Laura thing. I agree with Cath, you don't get to walk out of being a parent and walk back in to be a fair weather friend.

Simon Snow. As a framing device first the "original" books and then Carry On, Simon was very effective. I had a hard time listening to many of them though because of the narration. Don't know why they had the narrator switch when we were in Cath's story.

Having read Carry On before Fangirl, it was interesting to see the differences between the stories. And it simaltiously gave and took away hope for the Anyway the Wind Blows.

That fantastic part where Wren tells Cath that she can't kill off Baz, that she'd always said that Baz deserved a happy ending because of everything canon and all the fics they'd written and read, had put him through.

I thought: That bodes well for Baz in the next one.

But Wren also says that Cath has to give him a happy ending because Gemma T. Leslie never will.

Then I thought: Well shit, that doesn't, does it?

And all of this means nothing, really. Carry On and Wayward Son exist outside both this book and the fictional series...

Gah! This universe is like a Russian nesting doll crossed with a rublix cube!

The little bits we get of Cath's final project were lovely, and yes, painful. Writing something personal is painful but, but cathartic a lot of the time.

I had a lot of emotions reading this book and while I like Carry On more, I think Fangirl is fantasic. Just from the two books I've read, Rainbow Rowell's speciality is to take expectations and expertly either defy them or bring them to fuition in a way that is more satisfying than what the reader might be expecting. This means I might break from my escapist reading trend a bit more often.

#book #books #fangirl #rainbow rowell #spoilers #eight #book blogging 2020

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ciscoatthedisco · 6 years ago

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one sentence prompt: "Are you asking me out?"

Caitlin sat at the table for two, alone.

She had met a guy on tinder and set up a date with him at a beautiful Italian restaurant in downtown Central City.

Her dress sparkled under the candlelight.

“More to drink, miss?” a waiter came by with a bottle of Rosé.

“No, thank you.” she nodded to him.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he returned the nod and left.

Even though Caitlin had been sitting at the table for-

She checked her watch.

three and a half hours, she and the waiter had an understanding as to why she had only ordered a drink.

He probably feels bad for me, she thought.

She didn’t know when to call time of death and declare that she had been stood up.

I’ll just message him, she thought.

She opened up the app and went to her messages.

Many thoughts had crossed her mind as to why he hadn’t shown up on time.

They were in Central City. Superheros and Metavillians everywhere.

But not once would she have come up with the actual scenario.

He had blocked her.

Not with a word of explanation.

Not with a warning to not show up for dinner and waste her time.

Not with a, “Hey, maybe don’t buy a $30 bottle of Rosé for the table, since I’m standing you up.”

She had been stood up.

He eyes welled up with tears.

This was her first time getting back out there since all the drama in her love life- and her life- in the past 2 years.

And she was stood up by some douche on tinder that wasn't even that cute.

She matched him because they had similar interests. She has always been a personality prioritized over good looks person when it came to her romance life.

“Levi,” she waved the waiter over.

“Yes, miss?” he came over to her table in seconds flat.

“I’m ready for the check, please” she gave a polite smile as best she could.

“Right away, miss,” he got the check and quickly returned.

“Here you are, miss. Sorry your night didn’t go as planned.” he returned the polite smile she had given earlier and left.

She paid the check in an even amount of cash, left a generous tip for Levi and left in a hurry. She didn't want to make a scene and embarrass herself.

When she made it outside she remembered she took the bus and sat down at the stop. Checking the time, she realized she had missed the bus and there wouldn't be one for another hour. It was much too cold to sit at the bus stop for another hour, even with Frost’s powers, Caitlin had trouble with cold. Her fingers would stiffen and her knees would ache. Her cheeks would get windburned, and her lips would chap.

I’ll just call a cab, she thought.

She looked in her wallet, making sure she had enough with her to pair the fare, only to find that she had no cash left.

She looked to find her debit card to find that it wasn’t there. She started to panic until she remembered that she took it out at home to buy something online and left it on her desk, next to her laptop.

She would have taken out more cash for the week, but she was told by tinder douche that dinner was “his treat”

It was too far to walk home, so she took out her phone knowing there was only one thing to do.

“Hello?”

Caitlin just cried when she heard Cisco’s voice on the other end.

“Caitlin? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Cisco’s voice came through the phone and met her ear, making her feel less alone. It warmed her insides to hear him speak to her with concern.

“Can you pick me up? The bus won’t come around for another hour and I don’t have money for a cab.” her voice broke.

“Where are you? I’ll breach to you.”

“No, you don’t have to. Your powers are giving you trouble. I don’t want to ask you to do that.”

“Caitlin, it’s alright. I’m not going to drive and make you wait. The city is too dangerous and it’s cold out. I promise I’ll be okay.”

“Okay,” she almost whispered.

“Now, tell me where you are.”

“I’m at the bus stop down the corner from Valentino’s in downtown.”

Before she could say anything else, a breach opened next to her.

Cisco popped out of it and his face immediatly flooded with concern.

Caitlin got up from the bench and ran to him. He took her into his arms and breached them back to his appartment.

“Sorry, auto pilot. Do you want to go home?”

“Not unless you don’t want me here,” she replied, wishing he hadn’t let go of her.

“No, you know you’re always welcome here.” he placed a hand on her back.

“Thank you.”

“Come on,” he lead her to the couch and sat her down with him.

“What happened?”

“I got stood up,” she sniffled.

Cisco’s heart….almost sunk? He didn’t know if it was because he was hurt on Caitlin’s behalf, or hurt because she didn’t tell him she was dating again.

“I didn’t know you had a date,” he tried not to sound like that was all he cared about, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he wished she had told him.

“It was just a stupid tinder date with a stupid tinder guy. I waited three and a half hours for him.”

“Three and a half hours?!” Cisco was angry. He pulled a tissue from a box on the coffee table and wiped her tears with it.

“And I went to message him and see what was up and he had blocked me,”

“Blocked you?!” now he was furious.

“No explanation, just blocked me and didn’t show up.”

“You don’t deserve this, Caitlin, I am so sorry.” he took her into his arms and held her close.

Caitlin’s heart was suddenly more at ease. Cisco was the warmth she craved, and the happiness she longed for.

She wished their relationship was more than this.

For years, she’s longed for him to be the one she did her makeup and put on sparkly dresses to see.

She longed for him to be her home.

But he already was her home.

He just didn’t know it yet

What she didn’t know was he longed for the nights they spent together to be romantic.

Their platonic pajama parties and movie marathons would instead be dates where everything was the same, but somehow different.

He could kiss her on the lips and not worry about it ruining their friendship.

He could hold her hand as long as she would let him, not just to comfort her.

He could snuggle with her, not just because it was comfortable like they did now. He could cuddle with her because he loved her and she loved him back.

He longed for her to know that she was his home.

But niether of them were counting on anything to change.

Her tear stained face was snuggled into his chest, his face was pressed to the top of her head, and it just felt right.

She tried to hide the fact that she was smelling the smell of him that comforted her so much, while he was trying to hide the fact that he was taking in the smell of her green apple conditioner that he thought about for a good 5 minutes after he hugged her.

“Maybe I’m just undateable.” she broke the silence.

“What? You are not undateable, Caitlin, come on.” he ran his fingers through her hair.

“It sure feels like I am. Relationship fail after relationship fail.”

“Hey, don’t let the tinder douche make you feel undateable. Any guy in the whole world would be the luckiest guy alive if he got to date you. Hell, I’d kill for a date with Caitlin snow,”

There was a moment of silence, both of them unable to comprehend what Cisco had just said.

“Are you asking me out?“ she spoke up and cut the tension a bit.

There was a beat of silence.

“Is that inappropriate at this time?” he tried to joke.

“Are you asking me out?“ she asked again.

“If I was asking you out,” he paused. “Would you want to go out..with me?”

“To tell you the truth,” she paused, making his heart stop for a second. “I’ve been wanting to for a while.”

“Really?” he was almost shocked.

“Why wouldn’t I want to go on a date with a gentleman like you? especially after getting stood up by tinder douche.” she laughed, sitting up and meeting his eyes.

“Well, what are you doing tonight?” He winked at her.

“Well, I was going to watch movies with my best friend, eat ice cream and cry. But, for you? I guess I could clear my schedule.” she winked back, making Cisco laugh.

He smiled at her, scrunching his nose up the way he does. That was always made Caitlin’s heart flutter, and her stomach do backflips.

They had decided to just get some big belly burger delivered to the apartment. They had mutually agreed that they didn’t need a fancy date. Cisco got some pajamas out of his drawer for her so she could get out of her fancy dress. They ate and talked and laughed.

They were eachother’s home.

“Now, you know, since this is a date,” Cisco swallowed his last bite. “I’m going to ask for a goodnight kiss.”

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t” she laughed.

Cisco smiled back at her.

“You know, I hate to jump ahead, but,” she paused.

“What is it?”

“I’d kinda like to make these a regular thing. If you want to.” she was suddenly nervous.

“Like,” he paused, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Like they ever had very many. “You wanna be boyfriend and girlfriend? Like, regular dates, ship names, the whole nine yards?”

His response almost made her wish she hadn’t asked. It didn’t sound like this was something he wanted right away.

“Is that something you want?” she didn’t want to screw things up. She was all he really had, even if they never went on a date again.

“Yeah, I’d actually really like that.” he all but giggled.

“Oh, good” she almost giggled herself.

“You make me really happy, Caitlin.”

“I’m glad I’m finally home.” she smiled.

“My home is your home.”

“You’re my home.” she looked into his eyes.

“And you’re mine.”

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peakyblinders1919 · 7 years ago

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New Years

The metallic shrill from your newly installed phone doubled as alarm clock, but only when it rings at 7 in the morning. On your day off. You groaned angrily as you fought with the blankets to get to the phone. You blinded reached for the receiver, your eyes barely open enough to see. Once in your hands, you began to say hello into the wrong end of the phone, only hearing muffled screaming.

“Can you get here in an hour? Y/N, Y/N?” You heard your bosses thick accent through the earpiece. You rolled your eyes, playing with your messy hair as you tried to make sense of his words so early in the morning.

“Alfie, what the fuck are you going on about?” Your eyes went wide suddenly, surprised to have been so forward and unprofessional towards your boss. It wasn’t a secret that you didn’t like him, but never once did you speak to him like that. Anyone who spoke to Alfie Solomons like that didn’t live to see the next day, but apparently you had forgotten that in your groggy state. “Mr. Solomons, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-

“Y/N, be in the office in an hour.

“Mr. Solomons, do you know what day it is?”

“Yeah, I know what day it is. It’s the busiest day for business, yeah, and it’s going to be a long day, so you’ll be in the office in an hour, alright, or there’s never going to be a need for you to come into this office again.”

“Yes Mr. Solomons.” You hung up the phone followed by inaudible screaming that should have come from a monster instead of a little women like you. Although, your flailing arms and legs made you look something like a monster, you guessed. As you forced yourself out of bed, as per Alfie’s threats, you remembered why you hated the man you worked for. Powerful, demanding, inflexible, somewhat chaotic, you wondered why you stayed around the ‘bakery’, being Alfie’s personal secretary and occasional sales representative. Then you remembered as you put on your expensive suit and looked at yourself in the mirror. You weren’t the same women you were a few years ago before Alfie Solomons had come into your life. Your line of work was the opposite of respectable, you were an escort at a renowned club in London. Then one day, Alfie had come in to try and sell his product to the owners, and somehow you had been a part of the deal. You had Alfie Solomons to thank for everything, your job, your new life. There were parts of you that didn’t hate him, of course there was some sort of attraction between you too. You had laid in his bed once or twice, when he realized you had potential and asked you to join the business. Well more like threatened you, he didn’t really give you a choice. That was the part of him you hated, always superior to the part of you that felt something more towards the man.

“I need these written and mailed as soon as possible.” Alfie said, throwing papers on your desk before you had even taken off your coat.

“Nice to see you too.” You muttered under your breath as you sat down, trying not to notice the emptiness of the warehouse. Without saying anything, for fear that you’d say something to him you couldn’t take back, you started rewriting the letters he had thrown at you.

“Thank you for coming Y/N.”

“You didn’t give me much of a choice Alf.”

“Right, I don’t want to be here niether but people like rum. Just get this done Y/N.” He sniffled before walking out of your office and strolled through the warehouse, his cane echoing through the quietness. You weren’t happy to be working, but at least you weren’t alone You scribbled endlessly, hoping you’d be able to head home in time to ring in the new year, however that’d be. Your friends would want you to go out, find some nice guy to kiss when the clock struck midnight, but knowing yourself you’d probably end up back at your place, sleeping through it all. Your anger dissipated then, knowing Alfie’d pay you for your extra time and you couldn't complain about that.

In just a few hours you walked into Alfie’s office without knocking, standing before him with your hands on your hips. He didn’t look up from the work on his desk as you stood there, tapping your foot anxiously.

“Alf- Mr. Solomons, is there anything else you need.”

“Shhh, I’m trying to think of a word.”

“A word?” You asked confused.

“Yeah, a nine letter word for someone who gets paid to handle correspondence of a superior.”

“Alfie, a fucking cross-word. Are you serious? I’m here, on my day off, working my butt off while you make fun of me with a cross-word?” You huff angrily, turning to walk away.

“Y/N, I don’t need this fucking attitude alright.”

“What the hell am I doing here Alfie?”

“Look, I’m sorry we had to come into work today on New Year’s Eve but if I didn’t have my best worker with me, I’d never get anything down, right? If I don’t have help from someone I trust then I’d be stuck here all night. So sorry I had to call you on your day off, but the quicker we can get these shipments out, the quicker we can just go home, and you can stay on your couch and listen to the countdown to the new year and I’ll be wasted in an alley spending more than half the proceeds we make from today alone, OK.”

You were left speechless, looking at the man who was now in quiet contemplation, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Maybe he shouldn’t have said everything he did, letting slip his thoughts on you, that you were his best worker and he wanted no-one but you. Those feelings you had the first couple times Alfie had come to your rescue were starting to rekindle again. His words cut your thoughts short.

“You know, I wouldn’t be a Jewish man of honor if I didn’t tell you the truth, that the real reason I called you wasn’t because we had to work. Sure, everyone’s trying to get rum for tonight, but I thought there was the chance that if I called you in to work with me, maybe we’d spend New Year’s Eve which each other instead of alone.”

You smiled at him sweetly, trying to play along with his words, wondering what truth, if any, was in them. He looked at you like never before, only slightly comparable to the way he looked at you when you rested your head on his chest after that time. “Fuck you Alfie.”

“What?”

“You think you can do anything and I’ll just fall for you again? Saying I’m your best worker and that you want us to be together tonight? You know what happens tonight, why are you saying this? It didn’t go over well the first few times, I know I shouldn’t.” You rambled, trying to get your head straight. This wasn’t like the Alfie you knew.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Did that make any sense to you?”

“No,” You said, spinning around slowly to look at him from across the office. “Alfie, what’s going on?”

“I have feelings for you. Very strong feelings. They’re not always good, you're infuriating sometimes, you know that? You drive me crazy, you..you weasle under my skin and crawl around like maggots-”

“Alfie, get on with it, because your not really selling it.”

“Thing is, I hate how much I like you. Does that make any sense.”

“Yes.” You said, trying not to blush as you processed everything that was happening. “That’s how I feel about you too.”

“So, what do you say to filing one more piece of paperwork and then getting out of her for the night?”

“No.”

“Come again? What was that?” He asked, hearing the displeasure in your voice, but his eyes still never left your body as you walked past him and leaned out the window.

“Looks like we’re stuck here until all the snow blows over..”

“Tell it again, Alfie. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were a storyteller, not a gangster who distills rum.” You said, throwing your head back, tasting the slight sweetness of the alcohol you’d convinced Alfie to open. Trapped with him in the warehouse, with nothing else to do on New Years Eve, and your newly profound interest in each other, you knew there was nothing else you could do. Maybe with a little bit of liquid luck you’d make something happened that you’d often think of when it was one of those on days that you found Alfie amusing instead of infuriating. “Mmmhm, nope, you definitely make rum for a living. This shit’s good.” You said before handing it over to him.

“Well, yeah, you know, I’ve been in the business enough now to have perfected the recipe. I’ve found the secret ingredient too. You wanna know what is it Y/N, do you?”

You shook your head, drinking more of it after he had refused, never really believing in drinking his own product. He smiled lightly through his facial hair, watching your face as you sipped. “No, I’d rather be ignorant to it. Tell it again Alfie, I’m serious.” You begged, leaning over and hitting his arm.

“Alright, alright. There she was, hair of gold pinned up in girls, ruby red lips curled into a smile as her eyes grazed the crowd, looking for a man to take to bed that night. She was beautiful, big perky tits all out and everything.”

“Alfie!” You whined, hitting him harder this time. “Not that. Don’t mention that.”

“But it’s true, ain’t it? One of the first things I noticed about you were those big-” he cleared his voice as you sent him a glare that could kill. “Beautiful and looking for a man that’d be nice enough to not take advantage of her and still give her enough money for the night. She was about to take that wop Sabini behind the curtains, and I just couldn’t let an angle like that give herself to the soul-sucking devil. He’d have ruined her, totally ruined. I’d seen the aftermath of what the Italian’s could do. So I thought I’d save her. I told the man doing business with me, ‘We have a deal if you throw in her.’ ‘Her,’ he said, ‘what do you want her for?’

‘I’m on the market for a secretary.’

‘Well you’ve come to the wrong place Mr. Solomons, she’s not a secretary.’

That’s when I had to stand up, slam my hands on the table and say ‘You underestimate me. And you underestimate her.’” You smiled as you mouthed those words again. Alfie articulated the moment he fell in love you with, and you him, so perfectly it gave you shivers. You weren’t happy to have been part of a deal like an object, but Alfie didn’t know anything about you and yet he knew you had potential.

“Do you want me to keep going?” He asked. You shook your head, taking another long sip of rum.

“Alfie, what time is it?”

He furrowed his eyebrow, yet fished out his pocket watch and flipped it open. “Half past midnight. Why?”

You slowly got up and made your way closer to him, so there was barely inches in between you. You cautiously reached your fingers out, grazing the skin of his cheeks, taking in his breathtaking features. His breath caught in his throat, never once had you seen Alfie Solomons short of anything to say as you held him in your arms. “It’s New Years, aren’t you going to kiss me?”

“Mazel Tov.” He uttered, brining his lips closer until they were on yours. You laughed quickly, claiming the beard tickled your lips. You pulled him back in, kissing him longingly like you never wanted to let go, for fear that you’d hate him again.

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hak-7 · 5 years ago

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Asa it is Allah who created Language It is Allah SWA who taught Adam to teach the Nature of things. Take the word Luck.

It is really an acronym L.U.C.K. What makes the word good is it’s meaning.

“Laboring Under Correct Knowledge”.

Let us research everything . The best way to research is simply ask the question “Why”.Asa Allah SWA says the majority of us will not take the road that is steep, but prefer the path of least resistance.

Allah SWA gave the human being two fathers. Adam our natural father, and Ibrahim (Abraham) our father of Education.

For African Americans, the steep road is to grow up and take responsibility for our own lot. Elijah Mohammed did it, Dr king did it, Booker T Washington did it!

Did What? They followed the road that was steep. Nowadays our Men want to quote philosophers Shaiks Imams and scholars.

And bypass the Men who are trying their level best to free us indeed. Men like Like Prophet Mohammed, W. Deen Mohammed, and his true Students.

We realize the road steep is feeding the people in the time of deprivation.

Not with just words but with Beans Greens cabbage and corn. And I what will make “You” know the road that is steep?https://www.instagram.com/p/CGBrtL1Fsmt/?igshid=17afkurtukgrbThe Path Towards Love And Unity

Only if all the Christians would follow the true teachings of Jesus, the son of Mary, and the Muslims community as a whole would follow the Qur'an as it has been beautifully exemplify in the life of our beloved Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w), and the Jews would awaken out of their slumber and accept the divine missions of Jesus and Muhammad (s.a.w)...then we all would coverage upon the bridge that units the hearts, minds, and souls of mankind for the purpose of serving and worshiping God and God alone. Whose proper name is Allah.

It is the same bridge that Moses, Jesus, Muhammad (s.a.w), and those prophets that had came before them, and the sincere lovers of truth had to crossed to be among the beloved ones of Allah's Grace.

Qur'an [4:69]..."All who obey Allah and the messenger are in the company of those on whom is the Grace of Allah,- of the prophets (who teach), the sincere (lovers of Truth), the witnesses (who testify), and the Righteous (who do good): Ah! what a beautiful fellowship!"

Al Hajj Asmar Junaid AbdullahW. DEEN MOHAMMED SPEAKS" quotes

leadership for the working masses.

"People who cannot recognize the benefits and the worth of law are symbolized in the Bible by the donkey. The Book (Bible) tells us that when the Christ comes in his glory to present himself as the Christ, he will come riding a donkey. Jesus told his disciples to go out and find an untied donkey, and that if anyone should question them they should say that the master has need for them. In the spiritual symbolism of the scripture, who does this donkey represent? The donkey represents the ignorant people who do not have the intelligence or the guidance to direct themselves, or who do not even have the mental vision to respect direction and law when it is given to them."

WORKING MASSES ARE "DONKEY PEOPLE"

"The working masses of the society are represented as the "donkey people" because they cannot guide themselves. Work is a necessary requirement of life, but human beings should not work like mechanical people working in a factory - like pieces in a machine with no sense of value of their labor. The working masses should recognize the importance of their work and the importance of their being in the society. Jesus sat on the donkey (masses) and guided them into the right way.

The book also tells us that someone else had been in possession of the donkey before the disciples brought it to Jesus. The one that Jesus came after had already been captured and possessed by someone. But, Jesus came to take possession away from the owner. If you think a little bit about the donkey you will understand why this animal was used by the writers of scripture to symbolize the working masses of the people."

Imam W. Deen Mohammed, circa 1976-1977

Scripture uses animals to describe people.

…They live very comfortably with the wealth of the poor and suffering souls and this way existed for hundreds of years, two thousand years, in fact. For the People of the Book (Jews and Christians) it existed for more than a thousand years where they prided themselves in being the enlightened few having the divine will and spark in them and called themselves a higher order in creation than the common people of the earth. They put themselves in the heavens over all the other people that they called animals. They call all of us animals…

…When they are talking about donkeys in the Bible they are talking about people. When they are talking about snakes in the Bible they are talking about people. When they are talking about dogs in the Bible they are talking about people. There is no animal in the Bible that is a real animal in their minds when they were writing that. All the animals in the Bible are human beings. -- Imam W. D. Mohammed (2005)The roots of white Supremacy making a human figure into a DEVINE figure! The truth is that WE SHOULD MAKE NO IMAGES OR LIKENESS UNTO THE DEVINE.A ND WE SHOULD KNOW THAT TO GIVE G-D A SON,IS TO FORCE THE MIND TO GIVE HIM A RACIAL FEATURE! THIS WAS THE TRICK OF DIABOLICAL WORLD DOMINATING PSYCHOLOGY! WHITE IS RIGHT,WHY? BECAUSE G-DS SON IS WHITE,A D HAVEN'T WE BEEN THROUGHLY BRAINWASHED TO BELIEVE THAT,"WHEN YOU SEE THE SON YOU'VE SEEN THE FATHER FOR THE SON IS THE FATHER! OH MY PEOPLE NOW IS THE TIME TO UN-WHITE WASH YOUR PERCEPTION OF YOUR SAVIOUR! YOUR BIBLE TELLS YOUR THAT,"G-D IS A SPIRIT AND THAT THOSE WHO WORSHIP HIM MUST WORSHIP HIM IN SPIRIT" SLS YOU ARE FAMILIAR IN JOHN," NO MAN HAS EVER SEEN G-D AT ANY TIME" NOW YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE AWARE THAT IN JOHN 20:17 JESUS TOLD MARY MADELEINE "TOUCH ME NOT FOR I HAVE NOT YET ASCENDED TO MY FATHER,BUT GO A D TELL MY BRETHREN THAT I GO TO MY FATHER A ND YOUR FATHER,TO MY G-D AND YOUR G-D" PEOPLE KNOW THIS THAT THERE IS NO G-D BUT ONE G-D,THAT NOTHING IS LIKE HIM HE NIETHER BEGETS NOR IS HE BEGOTTEN AND THERE IS NOTHING LIKE HIM! FIND ME SOMEWHERE IN THE BIBLE WHERE JESUS(PEACE ON HIM)TOLD US THAT HE WAS G- D AND THAT WE SHOULD WORSHIP HIM! NO,NO,HE TAUGHT US TO PRAY," OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN,HOLLOWETH BE THY NAME,THY KINGDOM COME, ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN" SO PEOPLE DON'T SEE ME AS AN ADVERSARY SEE ME AS A HELPING FRIEND TO STAMP "WHITE SUPREMACY IMAGERY IN THE FORM OF A VISIBLY WHITENED G-D" REMOVE ALL RACIAL IMAGES THAT ATTEMPT TO PORTRAY THE DEVINE" GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK LETS START A DIALOGUE! PEACE AND LOVE!THE ROBE

Lost Knowledge

Now, let’s continue here. What is the robe symbolic of? Do you recall? Symbolic of the way you use the knowledge, the dress, symbolic of the way you use the knowledge. The sheet is the knowledge, the pages, the script.Remember now, when Jesus was crucified, he lost his robe and they gambled to see who would possess his robe. Now if you understand the meaning of robe, then you should understand that this world doesn’t have the true knowledge, the true use of the knowledge that Jesus gave them.

The knowledge was lost from Jesus’ body and it fell in the hands of crooked sinners. They gambled for it. Not only that, the silver cup, the special cup, it was lost too. Which tells us not only the proper use of the knowledge was lost, but also the moral cleanliness was lost from the religion.Silver chalice I think they call it. Is that what they call it? I think it is called Silver chalice. It was lost from Christianity. So how would they explain this? Ask the preacher next Sunday morning at 11 o’clock. Ask him. Say preacher; please tell me what it means in Christianity when they say that they lost the Silver chalice, the silver cup. Ask the preacher, how they can have the shroud of Jesus, in this city that is called Turin.

When the Bible says that his robe fell into the hands of sinners and they gambled to see who would possess it. So how can they have his robe there? If they have it, sinners gave it to them and if the sinners gave it up, it wasn’t fit to wear. That’s right. That robe wasn’t fit to wear. After it fell into the hands of sinners, who would want to wear it?

What is sweeter than honey?

Let’s continue now, it says he gave them another riddle. And this riddle is: “What is sweeter than honey?” And “What is stronger than a lion?”So he gave two riddles. In fact four parts to it.Second one is, “What is sweeter than honey?What is stronger than a lion?” All right. You know honey means the beauty of pure scripture. How do we know this? We know it because in the Qur’an this word is used. Honey is a good word for scripture. The honey is the essence of the flower and flowers are symbolic of beautiful culture.What is sweeter than the beauty that G-d offers you? What is sweeter than the sweetness that you find in G-d’s pure scripture? That’s what he’s telling them. And what is stronger than a lion? What he’s telling them is that, the east has honey.

They have the beauty of G-d’s revelation. And you have the strength of a lion. I’ve got something that makes you stronger, and I’ve got something to give you to make your doctrine sweeter than their honey.You see this thing? Yes, it’s plain. So he gave them, the Gentile world, the doctrine of love, the love of Christ that was sweeter than the moral and spiritual teachings to weak people, than the pure teachings of the Prophet. It’s sweeter to them … that G-d loves you sinners so much, that he gave his only begotten son, that he should be scorned, mocked, spat on, tortured, crucified, and die and be buried for your sins. Oh that’s sweet to ignorant weak people, sweeter than the truth of G-d’s scripture. So he said what is sweeter than honey? This lie I am going to give you is sweeter than the pure honey of Scripture that the east has.

Cheated Samson out of his heifer

And what is stronger than a lion? This subtle psychology…. (indiscernible) and he himself was going to destroy the Philistines. They have cheated him out of his heifer; I am talking about right now!The Christian Church that he thought would be his heifer betrayed him. Say oh, you can have business, you can have media, you can have this, but you are not going to run our churches. The Gentile doesn’t want any Jews over their churches. If you want to have something, you can have Peter. Go and tutor the Pope in secrecy. He’ll accept it. But these ordinary Gentiles are not going to accept that no Jew rule over them.So you mean to tell me you are not going to give me my heifer? So why don’t you, can’t you all do it through me, can’t you all carry out my orders?No we can’t do it. They are not going to listen to it. Well very good. Well then can I tell you what kind of doctrine you should give to the masses that won’t follow Peter?Yes it’s okay. All right. I’m going to make bread again. I’m going to get on a wheel. I’m going to make Marxism. I’m going to make Communism.I’m going to make the Age of Reason. I’m going to exalt logic. I’ll give them some new flour, is that okay? Well that’s okay. As long as you don’t take over the church. No, I won’t bother the church. Okay. Go on to the wheel again. It’s okay.

Bring society down on me and them

Now listen. After all that he still was not satisfied. Is that right? Yeah look at the story now, remember, he still is not satisfied. So he said, “I am blind, but I got something that they don’t know I’ve got. I got special power, in my arms.” “All I want to do is just have somebody show me to the pillars of the foundation of their society. And if I just can get to the two pillars that hold up the structure of their society, I’m going to bring it down on me and them.”So Samson goes and stands between the two pillars with the help of a little boy. He couldn’t see but he used the help of a little boy. What is the help of that little boy? Psychology. Psychology.

Don’t think it’s another person; he’s not even a person. Persons carry it out, but he’s a knowledge body. Then he goes and he used a little boy, psychology. Don’t human beings use psychology before they use intelligence?That’s why in psychology in this particular context it’s called a little boy. Your little children, before they are able to compete with you on an intelligence plane, they already using psychology on you. So psychology is an early development in the human being. That’s why the Jahcubite’s cousin, Fard Muhammad said Yakub conceived his idea at the age 6, as a little boy, a psychology. He’ll be surprised to know that I know that. I hope he gets this. I understand that he’s back home now. So he’ll get this message, Insha ‘Allah. Now, let me continue. With the help of psychology, he finds his way to the foundations of the new society. And when he gets to the foundation, what does he do? He forms a cross of himself and he begins pressing with all his might. That’s what the Scripture says. Said he pressed with all his might, with all his strength on the pillars, forming of himself a cross. What does this mean? This is more than Trinitarianism, this is the psychology of the mentality that Trinitarianism has produced.

Weaknesses in the mentality that trinitarianism has produced

He has now learned that there are certain weaknesses in the mentality that Trinitarianism has produced. And he knows that he can appeal to their emotions, and he can push in two directions at the same time.He didn’t pull the pillars, he pushed. He can push in opposite directions at the same time. Make one people give in to emotions, and the other people give in to logic. Push them. So that some will become highly emotional and some will become highly logical.And in doing this the logic will act against the emotions, and emotions will act against the logic. The emotional makeup will kill the logic, the logic will offend the emotions, the society will be divided against itself and the pillars will fall. Don’t you know that’s a strategy that is used in this Society? Whenever the hidden evil in the structure is about to be exposed they began firing the society with emotion, sentiment, flower children, love for everybody, crazy kind of sentimentality and emotionalism. They fire it up and build up strong emotions, this is depressing. Now when he does it it’s going to drop the whole thing. If he can be successful and bring in the sentimental and emotional elements against the logic, it’s going to destroy the whole thing.But look, he will certainly, he will be killed, as a knowledge body. He was already blind wasn’t he? What the hell has he lost? Nothing. Once he brings it down, he would start up all over again. Do, ra, mi, fa, sol, la, ti.

By the Grace of G-d, through IWDM, America was not destroyedJust in a few years that have passed us dear people, that scheme has tried to destroy America. But by the grace of G-d, through me, America was not destroyed. Why do I say through me? Because I was the only one that came out when the trend was to go in the form of the cross. When the trend was to become emotional, highly emotional and give one side to dry logic, I came up in the middle of that action and said there is a scheme going on, there is a trick going on.This whole thing is designed to fire up your sentiments, your emotions and topple the society. Somebody must have heard me and believed others who had been talking before I started, and all of it came together to save America. Yes.

See they didn’t believe others who were saying, there is a scheme, there is a hidden scheme. But when I began to speak, they say look, now we know this boy, we’ve been watching this boy since his father raised him up. We know that this boy is not a tool of outside influence. So if he says these things that ring a bell, where did he get it from? We believe maybe G-d is inspiring Wallace D. Mohammed. So they went back to the desk. And they begin to pull out things from the old file and they studied history all over again. And they said that Wallace D. Mohammed is an inspired man, he sees something. And what he is saying is what we’ve heard before. It might be something to it. How else could he get it?

Simple Simon met a pie man on the way to the square

Say oh no, let’s check this thing. Let’s check this thing. Said I’m sorry, you can’t get sixpence today, only one. Sorry, we aren’t buying pies today. We’re buying cakes. You heard that old story of Simple Simon … Simple Simon met a pie man on the way to the square. I think it goes,” … said Simple Simon to the pie man, would you have a sixpence to spare?” And I think he said, “If I was selling sixpence, I wouldn’t be selling pies!” Well, that’s another one of the conspirators’ riddles. And I will tell you what it means. Sixpence means the knowledge behind the scheme. It’s said the man was made on the 6th day. The sixpence is the knowledge behind the scheme. Simon was given seven (7), not six (6). He couldn’t see 6, six (6) was ruling seven (7). But he wanted the six (6).What is the secret in this? Will you tell me please, Mr. Pie man? You know what Pi is? 3.1416, I think it is. It’s a formula for finding the circumference of the earth. It’s a formula for world dominance. Now I’m not saying anything that I didn’t want to say, I know it’s a formula for finding the circumference of a circle. It’s a formula for world dominance.

If I was selling my own secrets you think I’d be selling pies And Peter, the Catholic Church wanted it. But the conspirator wouldn’t give it to them. Said if I was selling my own secrets you think I’d be selling pies? You think I’d be telling you how to get the world, if I was selling the secret to how to get it.I’ll just tell you how to get it; I’m not going to tell you my secret. You get it from me. Yes. All Peter got was some magic beans; he did manage to get those didn’t he? You remember that riddle? Nursery rhyme, whatever you want to call it. Jack and the beanstalk. Yeah. He had Jack, which is nothing again but Peter, or the Western society. Pardon me, I shouldn’t say Peter, not Peter, Jack is not the Catholic Church, it’s the Western society, Protestant society. Catholic Church headquarters is in Rome. This is typical American. Jack is talking about typical America. That’s why we call each other Jack. You know, hey jack, what’s happening Jack?

Yes, so, it was Peter, the Pope who asked them for his sixpence. But Jack, the American Christian society, they asked for magic beans. Well really they didn’t know what to ask for. All they wanted was really to be rescued, because their cow had got so lean, it was about to die.Everything was going bad. And they wanted to know how to bring back life. How can my cows get fat again? How can the society thrive again?So, while they were (wandering) wondering, this funny looking thing jumped out in the road. And he made himself visible and he said, “Magic beans want to buy some magic beans, like to buy some magic beans?” And Jack agreed to give his cow up for the magic beans. I’m showing you that this is not only in Scripture. If it is only in Scripture that means that what I’m talking about may not be existing in the world today. Or maybe it was just a story that was only in Scripture, maybe it was just fiction. But if it’s in the world too, we should listen.

What do the magic beans represent?

Now. Says this little funny thing, man, jumped out, and he talked Jack into giving up his cow for these magic beans. Right. Some of you remember it. He went away with his cow. What do the magic beans represent? A way to, again, to the secret knowledge in Christian religion. A way to the secret knowledge in Christian religion.And dumb Protestant society gave up their lean cow for this heavenly knowledge. What is the lean cow? The lean cow represents what they had before. What did they have before? They had rational growth. The Protestant movement began with an interest in rational growth. Is that right? Yes.

Our knowledge is weak, our cow is lean

They wanted to pursue knowledge. The Catholic Church had suppressed enlightenment, had suppressed education. The people weren’t allowed to learn. The masses couldn’t learn and educate themselves. So a thirst for knowledge came with Martin Luther. Right. And they began to want knowledge to develop their minds.Here comes Jake, Jack pardon me, feeling himself desperately in need of help. We have the interest in rational development of our society, but our knowledge is weak, our cow is lean. We haven’t yet produced anything. We need help. Who would help us?Oh Lord Jesus, help us. We got this logic. But Rome is powerful. We got this logic and Rome is powerful. G-d help us please! Ding, ding. Jahcubite conspirator. I will help you! Would you like to have some magic beans? If I give you my magic beans you’ll have to give me your lean cow. In effect he was saying the same thing that Samson said. I’m going to give you a new world, but you’re going to have to give me the one that you got now. And if you give him the one you got now, when it becomes fat, who does it belong to? Belong to him. He got it. He got it in exchange for the magic beans.

Over the heavenly kingdom was a mean old giant

So he (Jack) went home and planted. Went home and he didn’t know the value of them right? But I think accidentally one fell into the ground right? The thing grew up and it went up, up, up. He saw it going up past his window, he ran out and jumped on it, and the thing took him up into heaven. (It) took him up on the plane of clouds, into a castle that was in the clouds. Right. Yes.There he found a nice old woman that befriended him. But over that heavenly kingdom was a mean old giant. That right? Yes. He said fee, fi, fo, fom, I smell the blood of an Englishman, be he live or be he dead; I’ll grind his bones with my bread. With my bread. Remember bread is of two kinds. Leaven and unleavened. I’ll grind his bones with my bread.So, he managed to escape with the help of this woman up there, old woman who was nice. He managed to escape. Who is the old woman who was nice? Means people in the religious knowledge of the secrets of religion that weren’t corrupt. Didn’t have no evil designs on the world like the conspirators. They shared with him after he got up there. They shared with him some knowledge. Helped him to get the golden knowledge down from heaven.

The Golden knowledge it came from the hen right? The hen who laid golden eggs. But the hen couldn’t lay any golden eggs without music playing. When music played the hen would lay the eggs. The music stopped, the hen stop laying the golden eggs. Which means that the wisdom is tied to music? Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do. Do, ra, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do. Now when he got the musical scheme, he came back down with the hen and the music harp plus the knowledge, and he tied them together, then he had wisdom.He had wisdom to bring back down with the hen, and the music harp right, according to the story. From heaven, he brought back with him, they don’t say heaven, but it is the heaven of religious symbolism — Biblical symbolism. He came back down with the music maker and with the egg layer. You needed both in order to get the wisdom. The golden egg means wisdom. All right.

Giant’s fall from heaven left a big hole in the earth

The giant fell from heaven. Is that right? He was so big and heavy that when he fell he knocked a big hole in the earth, left there a big hole in the earth. The giant was finished. Who was finished? Who is the big giant that was finished? The people in the secret religion. The Pope.The Pope and certain others that I don’t care to name right now, that hoard the secrets of religion. When the Protestant was given the secret way to get it, and when Protestant leadership got it, got their share. Don’t think they got all, they got their share. Catholic got his share yes. Protestant got their share. The conspirators got the whole share.When they got it, the position of superiority of them over American Christian leadership fell. When it fell, it knocked a big hole in the ground. What is that symbolic of? Actually they were not spiritual people, they were material people.And when they fell a big part of the material that they had before was taken out. So much of the material wealth that was under Catholicism, and under other secret conspirators in religion, fell to Jack, to the American Christian Society. Is that right? Yes.Then they began to rise. But they only had magic beans. Magic beans is not knowledge. Magic. The only way you can get it is through magic. You have to have the knowledge of the magic to know how to work them. And, they were secret, so only a few of the Jack people can have them.

Jack: the American Christian society

Let me quickly tell you what Jack represents in the American Christian Society. It represents the intelligent leadership, Jack represents the intelligent leadership. Now Jack is not as long as Jacob. So their knowledge is shorter than Jacob, you see?Jack is a derivative of the word Jacob. Jacob is the origin, Jack is a derivative, derived from Jacob. So Jack is just a short …. they don’t have Jacob that’s long. But they do have enough to enable them to keep this same rhythm going.Rotating events, with a seven note scale, or is it eight. Yes, an eight note scale that goes to seven, and comes back to where it started. Right? Do, ra, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do, come back to where it started. So they were given knowledge of how to keep society going through these changes, psychological changes.

So America unknowingly, has been going through these changes. Look at the trends, one fad behind another. Pretty soon you are wearing what you wore 20 years ago. Right. Pretty soon you’re dancing the way you danced 20 years ago. You are talking the way you talked 20 years ago. You are thinking the way you thought 20 years ago.So they keep rotating. They have the Jahcubite scheme, but they have only that pie that Jahcubite wanted them to have. Jahcubite sell pies all over the world Jahcubite sell pies all over the world. Sold the Pope a pie. Sold Protestant America a pie. Sold Communists East a pie, called it the red pie. Yes, the red pie. I’m getting ready to let you go now.

What does the red represent? What do they mean red? You say passions? That’s to trick you. Yes,Red means passions in the other octave. It has been played. It’s another octave. It takes on another color, it takes on another dress. It don’t keep the same dress, it says I will sell you changes. You see?Yes, it meant passions in one place, but not passions in Communist Russia, although passions are involved. It means the social life. Red means the social life. What ties me together with my brother? Blood. Blood is red. See. So people, as a social group are tied together first by blood. And they call each other brother, you see. So that’s blood.Red stands for blood. What blood? Human blood. Human blood, according to the Bible, New Testament in particular, should combine with water, which is human spirit, symbolic of human spirit.

Bring the social life too

So people should be spiritual, as well as social, according to the New Testament teaching. You shouldn’t just be blood. Christ Jesus says, “I come not of water only, but of blood also.”What does this mean? It means that before him, the people were all spiritual, but were neglecting the social development of society, the development of the relationship of person-to-person, people to people, communities to communities.He came to bring the blood, means to bring the social life up too, with the spiritual life. This is in the Scripture.So now, if the East has become red, it means that they now have gone to another … see the world was spiritual, and then it became religious.Now they are trying to get it to become all red. No spirituality, take the spirituality out of it. Make it all red, that we are social group and we are born out of materialism, so material concepts should govern us. We shouldn’t have spiritualism in our life. Give up; give out the water, only the red.

Imam W.D. Mohammed (raa)Book #3 WDM p.18 of 86

Allah judges

Allah knows their value. we can’t judge that. We may take a brother who drinks and sit him over there with the corrupt, and that brother who drinks may be in heaven a little higher than us when are resurrected. We don’t know. Maybe the drinking that you did with Islamic science was bigger, made you a bigger drunk than he is. So we don’t know. So it is hard for us to do that. But sometimes I would like to see a good situation where all the corrupt, I know they are over there. I would be free, more relaxed to talk over here. When I talk over there I’d have something for them to say. It would be more relaxed for me to address them knowing that they are over there. But we can’t do that.

So now, what do we have to see, first? That Al Islam is a Religion that focuses the light on man and shows him firstly, principally, as a social creature; that G-d intended for him to be a social creature; not to be satisfied being an island, or on an island all to himself; that he must mate and become a bigger social unit; family, tribes, and then until you embrace the whole community of man on this earth and see yourself as a member in one family, with all people. So man is a social creature.

Qur’an gives social inspiration

Man is a social creature and the spirit of the Qur’an is, what? The spirit of the Qur’an is social inspiration. It feeds our social aspirations. This word social is bigger than we think it is. By social we don’t mean just associating with each other, physically, but our dependency on each other as members of a world society. We want to keep the focus on the Muslim community right now. As members of the Muslim community, our dependency on each other brings us together and our love for each other brings us together. So here we have a love for each other that brings us

Book #3 WDM p.19 of 86 together, and a dependency on each other that brings us together.

Pretty soon we find that the teacher of the school has to be tied up full time in doing that. But there is also a need to have business growing in the community. So there is a business person feeding business.

The social context in terms of people keeps expanding with growth, and as it grows there is more demand for more things to take care of the needs of its growing people. He can have the regulation of the home in the parent. He can have the regulation of the family in the parent. He can have the regulation of the morals in the parent, the discipline, the laws that discipline the family can be in the parent, everything. Everything can be in the parents.

That’s a small unit and he can manage that. But when it extends and involves hundreds of families, he can’t manage that. If there is nobody but him and his family, he can go out, take his sons out with him, children with him, go out and plow the field, and regulate his own food. He doesn’t need anybody to regulate the economy for him. He can handle that. But when they multiply in a social unit, it’s the social unit that is getting bigger. The social unit gets bigger and brings in demands for industry, for more sophisticated government, more complex government ideas, and everything else we can think of. There is not one other single influence responsible for the growth and development of society, other than the social principle, or the social influence.

Now, go back to the sun as a symbol. The sun, I said earlier that it’s the principle behind all the changes in the weather, the growth and everything, didn’t I? So here you have, now, me saying that the social interest, the social principle, is the influence behind all the other growth and possibilities.

Can’t we then say that the sun is also a symbol of man as a social unit, the Khalifa is male and female, and the purpose of male and female is to have generations? That’s the social principle. So the Khalifa is the social principle. He is the sun. He is the social principlTHE ROBE

Lost Knowledge

What is sweeter than honey?

Cheated Samson out of his heifer

Bring society down on me and them

Weaknesses in the mentality that trinitarianism has produced

Simple Simon met a pie man on the way to the square

What do the magic beans represent?

Our knowledge is weak, our cow is lean

Over the heavenly kingdom was a mean old giant

Giant’s fall from heaven left a big hole in the earth

Jack: the American Christian society

Bring the social life too

Imam W.D. Mohammed (raa)THE MEANING OF AR-RAHMAN

By Imam W. Deen Mohammed

(Editor's note: The following is excerpted from a Ta'lim lecture delivered December 15 in Chicago by Imam Muhammad.

Now we come to the names that are given in Qur'an that belong to Allah. The Qur'an says, "La-illaha-illalah, there is no God except Allah." and the Qur'an gives us names that belong to Allah. And the first one Ar-Rahman is given. Ar-Rahmanu means the Gracious. It's translated in different ways in English. Some translations say 'the Gracious,' some say, 'the kind.' If you look up 'kind' in the dictionary it doesn't only mean nice, it also means generous. So, 'kind' and 'generous.' the combination, means niceness and generosity, goodness and generosity.

Some translations have given it as 'beneficent,' which means 'befitting' out of His kindness and grace. That's correct, too. All of these English terms are correct. But understand that the term 'Rahman' means to show mercy. So whatever God does that's good to us is a help to us, is kindness to us, out of His graces. It comes from His mercy.

He's a merciful God. He doesn't like to see His Creatures suffer. He doesn't like to see His creatures experience bad times, and misery, so it is His way to extend mercy to them. He is Ar-Rahman.

THE NEXT NAME THAT is given is Ar-Raheem. These are the two most often repeated names in the Holy Qur'an. In fact; every chapter except the 9th Chapter begins like that.

Bismillah, With the Name of God. Ar-Rahman. Ar-Raheem. the Gracious, the Compassionate, or the Gracious, the Merciful, the Beneficent, the Merciful.

As I have explained, there are different English words and they all can be suitable for the names Ar-Rahman and Ar-Raheem. Ar-Raheem is translated as the Merciful, but some Arabs have translated it to mercy-giving. I hope with a few comments on this name I will be able to make clear to you why some of them feel that to say "the Merciful," is not good enough.

'Ra-hi-mah.' means to show mercy, or give mercy. And this word, 'ar-Rah-ma-nu.' means the one who gives out of His gracious gift, from His bounty, from His great and unlimited resources to His creatures, and He does it out of mercy.

AR-RAHEEM too, has a connection with this word: both have connection with this word.

The roots of white Supremacy making a human figure into a DEVINE figure! The truth is that WE SHOULD MAKE NO IMAGES OR LIKENESS UNTO THE DEVINE.A ND WE SHOULD KNOW THAT TO GIVE G-D A SON,IS TO FORCE THE MIND TO GIVE HIM A RACIAL FEATURE! THIS WAS THE TRICK OF DIABOLICAL WORLD DOMINATING PSYCHOLOGY! WHITE IS RIGHT,WHY? BECAUSE G-DS SON IS WHITE,A D HAVEN'T WE BEEN THROUGHLY BRAINWASHED TO BELIEVE THAT,"WHEN YOU SEE THE SON YOU'VE SEEN THE FATHER FOR THE SON IS THE FATHER! OH MY PEOPLE NOW IS THE TIME TO UN-WHITE WASH YOUR PERCEPTION OF YOUR SAVIOUR! YOUR BIBLE TELLS YOUR THAT,"G-D IS A SPIRIT AND THAT THOSE WHO WORSHIP HIM MUST WORSHIP HIM IN SPIRIT" SLS YOU ARE FAMILIAR IN JOHN," NO MAN HAS EVER SEEN G-D AT ANY TIME" NOW YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE AWARE THAT IN JOHN 20:17 JESUS TOLD MARY MADELEINE "TOUCH ME NOT FOR I HAVE NOT YET ASCENDED TO MY FATHER,BUT GO A D TELL MY BRETHREN THAT I GO TO MY FATHER A ND YOUR FATHER,TO MY G-D AND YOUR G-D" PEOPLE KNOW THIS THAT THERE IS NO G-D BUT ONE G-D,THAT NOTHING IS LIKE HIM HE NIETHER BEGETS NOR IS HE BEGOTTEN AND THERE IS NOTHING LIKE HIM! FIND ME SOMEWHERE IN THE BIBLE WHERE JESUS(PEACE ON HIM)TOLD US THAT HE WAS G- D AND THAT WE SHOULD WORSHIP HIM! NO,NO,HE TAUGHT US TO PRAY," OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN,HOLLOWETH BE THY NAME,THY KINGDOM COME, ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN" SO PEOPLE DON'T SEE ME AS AN ADVERSARY SEE ME AS A HELPING FRIEND TO STAMP "WHITE SUPREMACY IMAGERY IN THE FORM OF A VISIBLY WHITENED G-D" REMOVE ALL RACIAL IMAGES THAT ATTEMPT TO PORTRAY THE DEVINE" GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK LETS START A DIALOGUE! PEACE AND LOVE!

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