#R-14a

[thelesbianthespianposts]

Doctor who season 3

imagine: you get your memories back after years of amnesia to find out your whole species is dead and earth doesn’t exist anymore. that the only thing left of your culture is your weird ex and his busted honda civic that barely even works that he stole from the government when he was 13. And he’s been taking members of an alien species for trips in his honda civic and they’re all like “woah it’s so cool” and you get upset because it’s NOT COOL it’s a honda civic, the turn signals don’t even work “wow it can go up hills” yeah OF COURSE IT CAN GO UP HILLS EVERY CAR COULD DO THAT. but they’ve never seen a car before so everything it does is the coolest thing ever. And your ex’s only tool is a fucking screwdriver which is somehow also cool to this dumbass alien species even though it’s a fucking screwdriver so you just look like an idiot screaming about how none of this is even cool it’s actually really shitty but your whole planet is gone so you can’t even prove it but also you’ve had a constant drumming sounding in your head since you were 10 slowly driving you insane. I would become evil too.

[oldinterneticons]

[gay-jewish-bucky]

realized it's been 10 years since had to show id to see an age restricted movie...

[newtypezaku]

Jerid's Sortie Order (1987)

"Hey, Zaku, surely it doesn't take you two and a half years to read a book." It does when you set it aside for several months to watch a ton of hella mid isekai anime, start the first G-Saviour novel and go even slower because of all the hella mid isekai anime, and then forget about both for several more months because you're too lazy to do language practice after work. But I did it eventually!

As with Char's Return, this is a single-player RPG with choose-your-own-adventure branching and turn-based combat. This time, you're Jerid Messa in the final days of his Titans training. When guerrillas take over a Federation base and threaten to use their own experimental technology against them, Bask Om gives Jerid 24 hours to save the day. Summary under the cut.

Setting

January, UC 0087. Buckland Base in Alaska hosts several experimental technologies away from prying eyes. Research into artificial Newtypes has begun. It also has a perimeter defense system powered by Kerberos, a satellite power station in geostationary orbit above the base. Using "Wave Catchers," microwaves received from Kerberos are converted into electricity that can power high-output beam weaponry, which could enhance the defenses of bases without large nuclear reactors. Kerberos itself could also be used as an orbital weapon...

In the Bering Sea to the west, Jerid Messa, Emma Sheen, and Kacricon Cacooler are five months into their special training program to become Titans officers. They are aboard the Graf Zeppelin, a massive attack carrier initially developed by Zeon but captured and completed by the Federation. The program is nicknamed "Top Gundam," a portmanteau constructed from the old US Navy's flight academy and the ace machine of the One Year War.

Characters

Jerid Messa: You assume the role of 23-year-old Jerid Messa at the end of his training. As the protagonist, Jerid doesn't come across as abrasive or comically evil as his anime counterpart.

Emma Sheen: A fellow student at Top Gundam. Described as a woman of Eastern descent with graceful features and the air of an honors student.

Kacricon Cacooler: A fellow student at Top Gundam. A rough, veteran-looking guy who Jerid has known for longer than Emma.

Bask Om: A high-ranking officer within the Titans who arrives at the Graf Zeppelin with a dangerous, time-sensitive, mission.

Alaska Native old man: Helps Jerid after a guerrilla encounter in a village. He has little intel but leaves an impact on Jerid by explaining his reasons for living traditionally.

Alaska Native young girl: The old man's granddaughter, who helps rally Jerid's fighting spirit and gives him another reason to complete the mission.

Ex-Zeon soldier: Crash-landed in the region during the One Year War, was healed by the Alaska Natives who found him, and decided to live in their village after growing tired of the war.

Enemy commander: A middle-aged man described as having sharp eyes despite an otherwise scrawny, hollow appearance.

Tom Cruising: Senior Crewman with the local guard. He shows up at the end to congratulate Jerid on his success and remind you that this is supposed to be loosely based on Top Gun.

Mechanics

MS-06MH Marine Hizack: One of three MS that Jerid can select for the mission; it confers an advantage in underwater combat but cannot use beam weapons. Its model number suggests that, despite the name, it's more likely to be the MS-06M/MSM-01 Zaku Marine Type that appeared in Zeta.

MS-09 Dom Blizzard Type: Presumably equivalent to the MSV-R Dom Cold Climate Type. It also appears in the game text as the MS-09F2.

MS-14A Gelgoog

MS-17B Galbaldy Alpha

MS-87D Nashorn: "Zeon's Phantom MS" that saw limited deployment during the One Year War, armed with a hyper rifle.

MSM-10 Zock

MAN-07 Grabro

RMV-05 Guntank Hover: Presumably derived from the RMV-1 as a hovering vehicle, although its in-book art depicts a machine with an upper body that's closer to the original Guntank but with a mono-eye head.

RGC-80 GM Cannon

RGM-79R Gundam Copy Type: Shares the same model number as retrofitted GMs that led to the development of the RMS-179; in the game, though, it's a clone of the original Gundam with Amuro's combat data.

RMS-179 GM II: One of three mobile suits Jerid can select for the mission; it has more HP than the Marine Hizack and is the only unit that can use a beam rifle.

RMS-106 Hizack: One of three mobile suits Jerid can select for the mission. It's used in the training exercises before the mission starts and has stronger armor than either the Marine Hizack or GM II.

RMS-117 Galbaldy Beta

ORX-003 Domingo: Described as the predecessor of the ORX-005 Gaplant, a transformable mobile suit with exceptionally high speed and aerial combat capabilities.

MAX-09 Dura: A behemoth MS nearly 70 meters tall and weighing 685 tons, it was developed from the Big Zam. The Dura has multiple high-output beam cannons, a deflection shield that weakens beam attacks, and, learning from the Big Zam's defeat, sub-arms with close-combat weapons. It is the final boss. Confusingly listed in the book's MS table as the MAX-09, on the back cover as the MAX-07, and in the game text as the MAX-11.

FF-3 Saberfish

M-4A3 Salamander: A hovertank armed with missiles.

Fa-223 Drache: Described as a combat helicopter, but its in-game artwork looks more like the fusion of a Luggun and a Dopp.

Dodai Kai

Story

Aboard the Graf Zeppelin, Jerid, Emma, and Kacricon go through their last big round of combat training. In a simulator, Jerid pilots a Hizack against up to three opponents: a damaged GM II, another Hizack, and the Gundam with Amuro's combat data. After simulator training is completed, the three participate in mock aerial combat aboard Hizacks riding Dodai Kais. (The number of opponents you defeat during the training phase determines how many skill points you start with.)

As aerial training concludes, you're all summoned by Bask Om. He explains that guerrillas have captured nearby Buckland Base -- and by extension, Kerberos, which is controlled remotely -- and are demanding that the Federation government release Zeon war prisoners. Because of the beam turrets powered by the Kerberos satellite, directly attacking the base is not an option. Neither is destroying the satellite itself. What about the Wave Catchers? Their locations are a closely-guarded secret, so they have to be found first.

If their demands aren't met within 30 hours, the guerrillas will use Kerberos to attack colonies. An organization as proud and just as the Titans could never allow a laser to strike a colony; the very idea is preposterous. Due to Minovsky Particle interference, someone has to locate and destroy the Wave Catchers and then call for reinforcements using laser-line communication from the Buckland Base control tower. The mission is assigned to Jerid, the one with the highest marks among the three trainees.

Once Jerid selects a machine and weapons, he departs the Graf Zeppelin in a high-speed capsule to one of two locations on the Alaskan coast. The mission area is a 6x4 grid and moving to an adjacent cell takes two hours, although this is reduced to one if a high-mobility item is equipped. All objectives must be achieved within 24 hours.

Jerid is free to roam the grid, encountering various enemies (defeating them earns more skill points) and procuring items that will help him later. Several, such as infrared goggles, are for the eventual infiltration of Buckland Base. Others are additional ammo or different weapons for his MS, in addition to repair docks that fully restore the unit's HP but require two hours to use. A few areas are also protected by minefields.

With the exception of two Alaska Native villages, the region is sparsely populated. He is more likely to run into a guerrilla than a civilian, although the latter do have items and information if you are able to converse. A young girl in one village gifts him a protective amulet that fits neatly into the breast pocket of his normal suit, which certainly isn't foreshadowing anything.

After destroying all three Wave Catchers and crossing the minefield outside Buckland Base, Jerid breaks into the facility in search of the communications room. There are infrared sensors along the way that must be avoided and gun-toting troops guard most routes. After reaching the room and sending the laser communication, the enemy commander and his men attack, but Jerid survives a gunshot thanks to the protective amulet. He still blacks out.

When Jerid wakes up, he's in a large dome under the base where the enemy commander has graciously provided him with his MS, repaired and rearmed, for a fight to the death against two artificial Newtypes loaded with Char and Amuro's combat data. Seeing the Gundam, Jerid recalls a family trip to Ireland where he met a girl who showed him a commemorative photobook of the machine. Jerid defeats both and the commander angrily prepares to destroy the dome from the inside, but since Jerid successfully called for help, Emma and Kacricon arrive to prevent the dome from collapsing on him.

Upon exiting the dome, the enemy deploys its final card, the Dura. It immediately bathes the area in fire and threatens to destroy the Graf Zeppelin approaching offshore. Jerid, Emma, and Kacricon all fight together and eventually bring the lumbering hulk down. (Although it's not a game over if either Emma or Kacricon die, this does lead to a bad ending where Jerid dies from extreme fatigue at the end of the mission.) With the Dura's defeat, the Buckland Base staff are rescued, as are civilians from the two villages who were captured after you left. You are reunited with the young girl, who reminds you of the one you met in Ireland years ago.

Jerid, Emma, and Kacricon return victorious to the Graf Zeppelin. Jerid does a victory roll on the deck, causing Bask to spill hot coffee on himself in the control room because, remember, this is Top Gun. At the debriefing, Bask promotes them all to Lieutenant Junior Grade and offers them the chance to become Gundam Mk. II test pilots (Two months later, the AEUG infiltrates Green Oasis and any character growth that Jerid experienced while completing this mission is lost when he encounters an autistic teenager.)

So there you have it!

Most of the story is contained the prologue and epilogue, as there's no canonical path to completing the mission. Only the Wave Catcher cells and the young girl's village are hard requirements, but given where they are relative to each other, you need to find a high-mobility item as early as possible. Same deal with items for base infiltration; you need at least two of the infrared goggles, wire rope, and landmover to reach the comms room before getting caught. There's probably also a fine line you have to walk between avoiding battles and fighting them for skill points, because repairs are expensive time-wise.

Dunno what's next; I certainly have no shortage of books to try!

[thelesbianthespianposts]

pls

Doctor Who themed ask game

Who is your favourite Doctor?

Which outfit of the Doctor would you wear yourself?

Which Doctor do you think should had more seasons?

Who is your favourite companion?

When you could have one trip in the TARDIS where would you go?

Which season do you like the least?

What character would you like to see more of?

What character do you think is the most misunderstood/underrated?

What is your favourite console room design?

Which romance do you like the most?

Which character do you like the least?

What is your favourite speech?

What scene scared you the most?

Do you think you would be a good companion? (Be honest)

When you could change one thing about Doctor Who what would it be?

How would you design the TARDIS control room?

What is your least favourite episode, and why?

Do you think the Doctor can cook?

You have one question. Who gets it?

Do you think the TARDIS would like you?

When you need to decide beetween (your pick) and (your pick), who would it be and why?

Feel free to ask more!

[horrorhussy]

As someone who lives in Canada, I find it funny how in the US of A horror movies so often get smacked with an R rating. They’re like “This movie is NOT suitable for anyone under SEVENTEEN, the material is far to graphic for the youths of our nation, we must protect their innocent souls from this horrific imagery-“ and Canada is like “eh, 14A, that’s probably good enough, right? I mean….who gives a fuck yah know? Teenagers are assholes and they’ll just sneak in anyways if we rate it higher, and that’s just to much work so yah 14A is probably good enough”

It’s just a bit silly to me, especially considering Canada’s reputation compared to the USA lol.

Anyways here’s a small list of horror movies released with an R rating in America and a 14A (or lower) in Canada:

Jennifer’s Body, Crimson Peak, Midsommar, Hereditary, The Black Phone, The Blair Witch Project, Talk to Me, Tucker and Dale Vs. Evil, Longlegs, and many more, fun stuff.

[bluebeetle]

Canada is so funny about age ratings on film and tv. We have a slightly different one that uses 14A instesd of PG13 but its similar... And also R rated movies in the US can be 14A in Canada for some reason. Depending on the province bc some will rate it differently but like...

In Canada these two films are both considered 14A 😭😭

[usafphantom2]

Iranian F-4E equipped with Qader ASM (Chinese CM-802) and Iranian F-14A equipped with R-27R.

Visual proof that terms and conditions don't apply when you cut off diplomatic relations with the manufacturer. Some rumours suggest that Iran even tried to copy Tomcat in the past.

@Findnoname123 via X

[thatsrightice]

Martin-Baker is a company that for more than 70 years has specialized in engineering the ejection seats utilized a majority of the world’s fighter jets. They have saved thousands of lives that in otherwise would likely have been lost. Martin-Baker revolutionized an industry that for a long time had been characterized by low survival rates, and in doing so have created an exclusive club very few are able to join, one that unifies aviators in a way that will never be taken away. I’d say only the best of the best are allowed in, but that wouldn’t be true.

A lifetime membership to the Martin-Baker Ejection Tie Club is awarded to those who have ejected from an aircraft using a Martin-Baker ejection seat, which as a result has saved their life.

These are (some of) their stories…

DAVE “BIO” BARANEK

EJECTEE #4813

For me and my pilot, 19 December 1981 was the date of a memorable excursion in a Martin-Baker ejection seat following a split-second decision to eject. I was an F-14 RIO and we were landing on an aircraft carrier in the Indian Ocean when things went wrong. I was fairly new, but I realized we were in trouble, and when my pilot said “Eject! Eject!” I pulled the lower handle. It happened in the blink of an eye, and only later could I be philosophical about it, to think about leaving the familiar and comfortable cockpit for the unknown. Thanks to the Martin-Baker MK-GRU7A seat my pilot and I survived in excellent condition and have enjoyed 38 (and counting) more years of living, flying, families, and everything else. I am thankful for the skilled US Navy technicians who maintained our equipment and the people of Martin-Baker who provided the seat that saved my life.

CDR. J. R. DAVIS

EJECTEE #4004

Martin-Baker – Thank you for the rest of my life. On 20 March 1987 my F-14A ran away with me as an unwilling passenger. Fire in the environmental control system burned through the flight controls. The airplane started un-commanded pitch oscillations and the last nose down excursion made it clear that I had to eject. My ride in F-14 BuNo 161614 ended 15 seconds before the crash with a Martin-Baker ejection seat and a parachute descent. My wife Sweet Denyse thanks you too.

CDR. TODD A PARKER

EJECTEE #4822

“It was a spring day in 1995 about 200 miles SW of Sicily. The USS Theodore Roosevelt was heading up to the Adriatic to enter the Bosnia conflict. As we expected combat, we needed to make sure as many jets as possible were up and ready so the past few days had been a maintenance blitz. We were conducting a post-maintenance check flight on our F-14 Tomcat, which the jet passed with flying colors.

After the flight we were heading back to the carrier, when suddenly the jet began bucking like a bronco – negative 2 Gs followed by 5 Gs, back and forth for about 1 minute, then it suddenly stopped. We couldn’t figure out what was wrong, but another aircraft joined up and noticed a mismatch in our horizontal stabilators. After two more events similar to the first, each time with the jet losing about 5000 feet, the jet suddenly pitched over into a negative 2 G dive and started rolling uncontrollably. I looked at the altimeter and it read 3000 feet so I pulled the handle. After the loud flash and bang, I found myself under the parachute, and looked down just in time to see the jet hit the water – what turned out to be just 4 seconds after we ejected. We were both safely under parachute, with only minor injuries but alive. We were plucked out of the water by helos from the carrier about 45 minutes later. –

Thanks to Martin-Baker and my Parachute Rigger, I am still alive, and by being able to “live to tell” about our story a major mechanical problem was found. All F-14 Tomcats were subsequently inspected and the same problem was found on dozens of other jets, so Martin-Baker not only saved my life but likely prevented many other aviators from (at best) joining the Tie Club themselves or at worst losing their lives. It was just a month later that a high school friend who heard I was deployed wrote me a letter…We’ve now been married 17 years with two wonderful children. Thank you Martin-Baker!!!

[proudsnackeezowner]

I have some song recs for @phanniemasquerade !

[coquelicoq]

i completely solved a cryptic crossword for the first time the other day! this is huge for me because i've always been so annoyed by them lol. but i kinda get it now, it is very satisfying to figure them out.

that said, there are several answers where i still do not totally understand the clues. if anyone who is familiar with cryptics (sometimes just called "crosswords" outside of the US) wants to help me out, i'd be very interested to hear your take!

this cryptic was in the 2022 puzzle mania edition of the nyt (released at the very end of the year), so if you are planning to solve it and haven't yet, i guess don't read this? lol. since i waited five months to do it i feel like that will apply to no one, but just in case.

i realized after drafting this post that the answer key is available online (here), but it did not actually answer my questions in every case, so i've kept my original text but added the answer key answer after each one in case it makes more sense to you than it does to me.

13A. Has misgivings about deception to an auditor (4): RUES. so "has misgivings about" is the definition of "rues". but i don't know what "deception to an auditor" is doing. could it have something to do with the fact that "rues" is a homonym and anagram of "ruse", a kind of deception? but i still can't figure out what "to an auditor" is for.

the answer key gives "homophone ruse" for this, so i guess i was right about the deception part, but i still don't get the auditor thing.

14A. A con almost grabs actor's awards left unbalanced (10): ASYMMETRIC. so EMMYS is hidden backwards in "asymmetric", which takes care of "actor's awards" and "left", and "asymmetric" means "unbalanced", i guess. so that leaves "A con almost grabs", along with the A and TRIC of the answer. i can't figure out how to make those relate to each other.

answer key says "a(symmE)trick – k (rev. Emmys)". fuck does that mean?? why are we subtracting the k? and i'm still not really sure what the con is there for?

26A. Concentrate for spare and strike (5): THINK. "concentrate" is the definition of "think". what is the "for spare and strike" doing??

answer key: "thin + K". okay i see how thin = spare but wherefore this K? does K stand for strike in baseball? that sounds vaguely familiar...

28A. African country returned Los Angeles family inheritance (7): SENEGAL. senegal is an african country, and it's also an anagram of angeles. i'm guessing the "returned" is a clue for the anagram? but what is "family inheritance" for? oh wait, senegal backwards is LA genes!! but then is it just a coincidence that "angeles" anagrams to "senegal", or is that indicated in the clue somewhere???

answer key: "rev. L.A. + genes". okay so it does sound like angeles being an anagram of senegal is a coincidence, or at least not covered in the clue?? seems like a missed opportunity but what do i know.

5D. Largely moderate Arizona city (5): TEMPE. tempe is a city in arizona. what's "largely moderate" doing here?

answer key: "temper – r". am i to understand that this is saying moderate = temper and the "largely" part of the clue is telling me to keep most but not all of "temper"?

[thelesbianthespianposts]

4/7 pretty good

ok final predictions before I’m finally able to watch the last two episodes tomorrow

Susan Twist is not Susan but some bullshit pulled from an unaired special from 1967 or something

ruby’s mom is not going to be revealed or it’s going to end with her pulling down her hood and revealing herself to be an older ruby

Mrs. Flood is a fobwatched time lord but we don’t find out who she is (ie. we just see the watch)

someone’s gonna die (I’m banking on Kate unfortunately but it might be someone else)

they reference the master more

it ends with a stupid deus ex machina moment (rtd I know how you work)

more hugs!!

Im really excited

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

19th March >> Mass Readings (USA)

Solemnity for Saint Joseph, husband of the Blessed Virgin Mary 

(Liturgical Colour: White: B (2))

First Reading 2 Samuel 7:4–5a, 12–14a, 16 The Lord God will give him the throne of David, his father (Luke 1:32).

The LORD spoke to Nathan and said: “Go, tell my servant David, ‘When your time comes and you rest with your ancestors, I will raise up your heir after you, sprung from your loins, and I will make his kingdom firm. It is he who shall build a house for my name. And I will make his royal throne firm forever. I will be a father to him, and he shall be a son to me. Your house and your kingdom shall endure forever before me; your throne shall stand firm forever.’”

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 89:2–3, 4–5, 27, 29

R/ The son of David will live for ever.

The promises of the LORD I will sing forever, through all generations my mouth shall proclaim your faithfulness, For you have said, “My kindness is established for ever”; in heaven you have confirmed your faithfulness.

R/ The son of David will live for ever.

“I have made a covenant with my chosen one, I have sworn to David my servant: Forever will I confirm your posterity and establish your throne for all generations.”

R/ The son of David will live for ever.

“He shall say of me, ‘You are my father, my God, the Rock, my savior!’ Forever I will maintain my kindness toward him, my covenant with him stands firm.”

R/ The son of David will live for ever.

Second Reading Romans 4:13, 16–18, 22 Abraham believed, hoping against hope.

Brothers and sisters: It was not through the law that the promise was made to Abraham and his descendants that he would inherit the world, but through the righteousness that comes from faith. For this reason, it depends on faith, so that it may be a gift, and the promise may be guaranteed to all his descendants, not to those who only adhere to the law but to those who follow the faith of Abraham, who is the father of all of us, as it is written, I have made you father of many nations. He is our father in the sight of God, in whom he believed, who gives life to the dead and calls into being what does not exist. He believed, hoping against hope, that he would become the father of many nations, according to what was said, Thus shall your descendants be. That is why it was credited to him as righteousness.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Gospel Acclamation Psalm 84:5

Blessed are those who dwell in your house, O Lord, they never cease to praise you.

Either:

Gospel Matthew 1:16, 18–21, 24a Joseph did as the angel of the Lord had commanded him.

Jacob was the father of Joseph, the husband of Mary. Of her was born Jesus who is called the Christ.

Now this is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about. When his mother Mary was betrothed to Joseph, but before they lived together, she was found with child through the Holy Spirit. Joseph her husband, since he was a righteous man, yet unwilling to expose her to shame, decided to divorce her quietly. Such was his intention when, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary your wife into your home. For it is through the Holy Spirit that this child has been conceived in her. She will bear a son and you are to name him Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.” When Joseph awoke, he did as the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took his wife into his home.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

Or:

Gospel Luke 2:41–51a Your father and I have been looking for you with great anxiety.

Each year Jesus’ parents went to Jerusalem for the feast of Passover, and when he was twelve years old, they went up according to festival custom. After they had completed its days, as they were returning, the boy Jesus remained behind in Jerusalem, but his parents did not know it. Thinking that he was in the caravan, they journeyed for a day and looked for him among their relatives and acquaintances, but not finding him, they returned to Jerusalem to look for him. After three days they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the teachers, listening to them and asking them questions, and all who heard him were astounded at his understanding and his answers. When his parents saw him, they were astonished, and his mother said to him, “Son, why have you done this to us? Your father and I have been looking for you with great anxiety.” And he said to them, “Why were you looking for me? Did you not know that I must be in my Father’s house?” But they did not understand what he said to them. He went down with them and came to Nazareth, and was obedient to them.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[raziraphale]

american movie ratings are so funny. you look up movie details online and obvs the american rating shows up first on whatever site and it's like "R!!! RATED R!!! NO CHILDREN ALLOWED!!!" and then I actually go to the theatre and it's like "this movie is 14A : )" yeah lol that's what I thought you'd say I did not trust imdb on that one

[lionguarded]

30B - 29B - 2C - 4B - 23A - 1C - 14A - 9C -Dante S2

@ofwings-andclaws || session 2 live and in color session 2: 30B - 29B (also pitts bc we said so for s2) - 2C - 4B - 23A - 1C - 14A - 9C

this had to be hell on earth. 

why mother lion deemed him deserving of this, he didn’t know, but he knew he was losing his mind, slowly but surely. 

dante had taken the extra time to find silas during his shifts, he’d pin him against any wall whatsoever, grope & whisper sin into his ears. then he’d leave. silas found himself weak against the alpha’s insinuations despite trying to fight. he did fight, at first, he tried, but when dante cupped his cheek & pressed their lips together, all that spite within him dwindled. 

when silas thought it couldn’t get worse, dante left town. he was aware that’d happen, but he didn’t expect it to happen while silas was … while they… before he’d… what the fuck was wrong with that guy? who even did this? getting silas hard again & again, only to drop him like a hot potato. fuckin’ hell.  

when he came back, silas had…. been hopeful, up to some point, but the torture merely continued - in public even, so when dante found him on his day off just after he’d dropped sam off with the caregivers (he wanted a day to himself), he thought that maybe today the alpha would have mercy on him. maybe it’d been some stupid loyalty test? he didn’t fuckin’ know. he also didn’t really fuckin’ care why dante did what he did. 

he’d not even shut the door before the alpha had grabbed him by the chin & brought their lips together. so he was back in town, huh? walked backwards into his home, dante was leading, silas felt relief wash over him when the alpha closed the door behind them. at least he respected his privacy.  

after hitting a few walls with his back due to dante walking him into them, he pulled away long enough to lead them into his bedroom. again, sam’s toys & clothes were discarded into the box at the foot of the bed, but that was as long as dante granted him before he wrapped around him again, grabbing at his ass & sneaking a hand inside the back to check how eager his omega really was. no doubt. the answer was, very. silas had been fuckin’ dripping the second he saw dante march at him in front of his home, so needy for his touch - so desperate to find relief in his arms. fingers slid along one of his ass cheeks, one slipped between to find his hole - no questions asked. 

silas had his arms wrapped around dante’s neck, relishing in the kiss, the alpha’s scent wafting up his nose, the way their bodies slotted together. fuck that noise. he was desperate, that was all. they were still fully dressed & silas was already hard, leaking pre-cum & trying to fuck himself on dante’s finger. you’re a fuckin’ disgrace. but that wasn’t what the alpha had planned, apparently. no. he pulled away with the stupidest fuckin’ smirk on his lips & silas wanted to punch it until he couldn’t smirk anymore. he didn’t. 

“undress.” 

okay. he could deal with that, especially, because at the same time dante took off his shirt & that was a good first step for silas. really. seemed to bode well. why undress when you didn’t mean to stay for long, right? boy, if only he’d known. naked, silas glanced away, still feeling a little nervous around the other despite everything they’d done & everything dante had seen. 

he told him, in way too many words for silas’ liking, to get on the bed and arch. silas knew by now that that didn’t just mean… sit. or kneel. no, dante had very specific preferences & a fruitful imagination when it came to that. 

so.. it wasn’t present & flaunt. he assumed that, but what the fuck did he want this time? he knelt on the bed, clearly lost & looking for a little help, which - of course, dante was happy to provide. he did love to hear himself talk after all. way too much, really, but silas was alright with letting him talk, so long as he could get off today. he really, really needed to. he couldn’t do this for much longer, no. he really couldn’t. 

(courtesy of @ofwings-andclaws)

"Arch." Dante repeated when he noticed Silas' hesitation last for a moment too long. "It's not that complicated really... You've grasped the basics so far... And you withstood some rough pounding while remaining in presenting stance, so I know for sure that there is potential for you. Go. Hands on the headboard. Your torso is a bit higher for this one." He explained and waited for Silas to move. The way his back just... bent forward, as if he was trying to hide himself. But Dante wouldn't have that. He'd rather have Silas learn to be a proud omega. Dante's proud little omega. For that... More training would be necessary. 

"So we have you bracing yourself like this... Keep a firm grip on the headboard. Your legs are right, too. You sure paid attention. Good princess. Now... What's so alluring about arching, at least in my opinion, is that it flatters the already gorgeous back line muscles that you have here." He explained, holding Silas by the hips with one hand while the other moved around his back, leather clad touch trailing the lines of muscles he enjoyed watching the last time they were together like this and also watching from a distance whenever Silas would do his little routine by the river. Dante paused behind Silas. Still in his pants, just pressing his bulge against Silas' ass. "Another reason... This angle allows me to do this..." He explained casually running his fingers through Silas' locks, balling them into a fist and tugging. The pull enough to force the last couple of angles he could have corrected into Silas' posture with his hand... But the hair pulling made it all the more exciting. "There you go. Perfect form!"

(end arching training)

why did dante have to make everything so…. so much? so intense, so.. just.. so. it wasn’t the simple act of fucking with him, no - he had to make it an art of sorts & all that on silas’ back - his time, his pleasure. anger was bubbling beneath the surface, but whenever dante took, he also gave. it was little slivers of pleasure silas chased like a dying man would water.  never enough, but enough to keep him floating on that desperate high he’d been stuck on for the past week. 

he had silas arching, like the good little omega he was. he hated himself so much right now, but he couldn’t stop himself. though, as per usual, the good little omega was rewarded. sometimes he felt it wasn’t worth the effort, but this time it definitely was. he earned himself attention in the form of dante’s leather-clad fingers again. yes, good. no, fuck, not good. 

silas was arching a little more one moment, sucking in a sharp breath the next when a flat palm came down on his ass. the sensation so raw, running so deep, he actually lost it for a moment, fear rising within. he… assumed dante saw as much, he always did - like he had first-row tickets to his damn brain, because he pulled his fingers out & away in an instant, walked around the bed to sit on the edge of it, pulling silas closer but urging him to keep up the stance, even without his hands on the headboard. 

soft noises pulled him back, forehead against the alpha’s collarbone, pressing his lips to the skin there, sniffing & humming softly. fuck, he smelled so good. it was intoxicating. leather caressed his cheek, finger slipping between his cheeks again to play with his oh so wet hole. just do it already, seriously. but he wouldn’t, he didn’t, he wasn’t. this time, he got a warning, which he appreciated - at least for now, so he could busy himself with fang-y kisses against the alpha’s shoulder. it wasn’t bad this time, in fact, it was okay. hurt, but - everything was pain with dante involved. 

the alpha seemed alright with silas exploring while he caressed his ass again, cold leather a delight against his skin, but silas… he.. something in him wanted to push further. chase that rich scent that made him lose it whenever dante was nearby - yes, he knew it was most likely not actually his scent, but the memories he had attached to it, still. one arm should be enough for dante, right? because silas was on a mission for the other. pushed at it gently with his head & nose until it lifted, he … couldn’t believe he was diving into the alpha’s pit - face first, just ..sniffing. fuck, what the fuckin’ fuck are you doing? 

smack. 

he gasped at that, into dante’s pit - breath hot against his skin no doubt, but he didn’t complain. he would if he was unhappy, for sure. silas knew that much about dante by now. cold leather once again came to save the day, groping & brushing over his ass. meanwhile silas found himself quite content the way he was, just sniffing, kissing, sniffing. it was.. calming, satisfying for whatever mysterious reason & fuckin’ hot. 

god what was happening to h–? smack. 

this time dante got a little hiss, followed by something soft when he breathed out. again, leather to the rescue, though he was starting to really feel the sting. 

smack. 

he was giving him less & less time to recover between slapping his ass & strangely enough, he .. didn’t need it. every sting of pain came with pleasure, be it in the form of scent - or leather. he couldn’t recall how long they did this, how many hisses & gasps he spat, but he did know that sitting would - once again, be an issue after today - for a whole different reason than last time. smack. dante also didn’t leave it at just one side, no. of course not. though that did give silas the opportunity to trail wet kisses along his chest & up his neck. smack. the alpha was practically cooing at him all the way through, making sure silas never forgot what a good little omega he was. never. 

“on your back, legs up.” was all he heard before he obeyed. sitting up first to wipe his mouth, he might or might not have drooled some - the mix of scent & pain had been a little much. then, with a last glance to the alpha sitting on his bed, he slowly lowered himself to his back, legs lifted & fingers came to squeeze in-between the back of his knees - just like he’d tried that first night, but dante had had different plans for him then. why? what are you doing? wasn’t once enough? twice? 

this time, though, dante didn’t protest - he got up & walked around to stand between silas’ legs, though hands on his thighs, he pushed the omega back on the bed a little, just enough for him to be able to kneel comfortably between his legs, running leather across the back of his thighs, up to his calves & then he seemed to remember his original target - or so it felt. it wasn’t like silas remembered quite vividly how dante had explained he liked the way he tasted on their first night together. he definitely woke up hard after dreaming of it, no. he really didn’t. there must’ve been another reason for it, surely. 

first touch of tongue was seemingly always going to be fuckin’ amazing. amazing enough to draw a mix of a moan & hummed little ..could it be called a laugh when he was wheezing?  jeez, fuck. damnit. he should probably admit at this point that he would do anything tonight to have his brains fucked out again, but he wouldn’t. nope. 

it was the same as it had been the other times, dante took his damn time & after that very thorough lesson from earlier about how silas would fare better keeping his hands off himself for the foreseeable future, he… somewhat… felt like.. he.. should..listen. why though? just.. do it. get off, get out, be happy. only he wouldn’t be - he couldn’t. this wasn’t what he wanted - what his body & mind craved the most, no. it was .. what came next. after sweet torture came delicious release. 

…right? what if he didn’t, though? what if all this was just another game? like last times. no. no. he wouldn’t. no fuckin’ way. 

as per usual, dante could smell silas’ brain at work without having to even stop what he was doing & the omega quickly paid the price for his mind straying. how.. how did he.. how could he? fingers curled a little tighter around his knees, his breath hitching with every sharp dab of his tongue. what if he couldn’t hold back, though? resolve was running low, so much pent-up need ready to slam through that door & announce its escape. but .. not.. yet. he knew punishment would … be bad if he … if he disobeyed. dante had proven that.  teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, the sting a good distraction - he had to remember that. 

dante’s words were … lost in haze, as they had been - or maybe it was just silas’ brain trying to avoid the consequences of his actions, maybe his brain was trying to protect him from himself, which - he would probably appreciate some day. but, despite that, he knew very well what it was dante said, so the answer came naturally, un-fucking-fortunately.  “please, yes.. yes, i’m ready. i’m.. i’m ready, alpha.” he wasn’t. he never would be. he doubted anybody would ever be. or could be, physically. 

but mother lion be damned, he was eager. 

dante seemed pleased, he’d done everything he asked, right? he’d done well? apparently he did, if dante fumbling with the knot on his trousers was any indication to go by. would he.. was he going to undress? or would they repeat the fiasco that happened at the tree? silas serving his very soul on a silver platter for the alpha to devour & in return he would… offer only pieces of him. little hints, little glimmers - little glimpses of appreciation - just enough to keep silas hooked on him. would tonight be like that again? who cared, though? fuck him. so long as he did what he.. he didn’t promise, but.. silas assumed. 

big mistake, dumbass. 

in fact, now that his brain once again found a little opening to go haywire, he realized that dante had promised nothing. he’d said nothing. silas found him in front of his cabin, had seen the look on his face & the way he came marching at him & practically threw his pants at him. 

distraction was apparently only allowed when dante was the one initiating it. as was clarified when he pulled silas from mental frenzy with a long, steady - but acceptably slow push in. same as before, same.. everything. no ounce of mercy. if the sudden pressure, the sudden oomph hadn’t made him flinch, he might’ve broken his unspoken promise barely halfway into the night. but alas, dante’s ridiculously-sized cock had saved his… ass. not really though, did it? 

golden shimmer had successfully been hidden up until that moment he slid right back home where he belonged. no. stop. he wasn’t. this wasn’t ..anything. mutual … handshake, mutual stress relief. right? yeah. legs pinned between them, silas dared letting go of his knees to bring his hands down on his sides, blood flow had been at a somewhat critical state with how tightly he’d clung to his legs. fuck dante, seriously. 

that stupid-ass grin on the alpha’s face did not help, but he’d seen the look on his face when the alpha bottomed out. through eyes that squeezed shut, but still. he’d seen it. fuck him. it was so good, though. he felt so full, felt like he was going to burst, but it was hands-down one of the best feelings he’d.. ever felt & that… alone.. was the problem, right there. in a nutshell. how could he fight something like that? how could he win that battle when he clearly came in with the biggest fuckin’ disadvantage the world had ever seen? also, why… had he never felt like this with trenton or sindra?

starting on his back was … intense. as dante had put it last time he was in that position, he was in for a wild & bumpy ride. the fact he’d have no control over any of it might worry others, but silas didn’t expect anything else by now. alpha called the shots. the first few thrusts were the worst, basically - he’d figured that out by now, so he was prepared, as prepared as one could be. back arched despite silas laying on his back, his chest moved with dante’s thrusts - lifting & lowering in the same rhythm, the same pace, showing off the guard’s physique though he didn’t really mean for it to happen. dante wasn’t the only handsome lion in town though. then again, had dante ever called him anything less than that? no. he’d not once said anything negative about his appearance. 

again, like on cue. dante’s thrust hit deeper than the one before & silas fuckin’ yelped. yelped. the look on dante’s face, he could practically hear him say “oh, did that get your attention? good.” before he could even say it. dante had replaced his own hands at his knees by now, had pushed them down as far as they’d go for the extra thump that went into his every thrust. silas was already close, they’d barely even got started - he felt. yet here he was, trying to hold onto an invisible tightrope. so close to falling, so close to flying. but then he looked at dante, little droplets of sweat curling on his chest & up up up, that stupid face. 

he could swear dante saw. like he could read his mind, because he shook his head no & that was enough for silas to grit his teeth, squeeze his eyes shut & curl his fingers into the sheets to hold onto something. 

dante, again, took him to fuckin’ pound town, no mercy. & silas held onto himself for it all. he couldn’t say the same about his mouth - or his brain, because the noises that left him, some curses, some just plain old noises of desperation… but .. he had yet to cum. no idea how he got this far when he’d been ready to shoot his load before dante had even touched him the first time, but… here he was. though, honestly, he was expecting his resolve to crumble - once & for all before dante would get the chance to paint his insides. probably. or not. because dante was snapping his hips faster, harder all of a sudden & with a whisper on his lips that promised repercussions if silas was to disobey, he bred him - just like that, a few more thrusts followed & silas tried very hard not to scream.  just as abruptly as dante had buried himself inside of him, though, he’d pulled away. completely & the guard couldn’t stop the whine that escaped. so close. “why?!” what else did he want? silas had arched, he had begged, he’d offered himself. what else could he possibly want from him? his legs came together in front of him, still in the air, his thighs trembling. fuck, ugh. fuck fuck fuck. this couldn’t be normal. who even did this to his partners? who would come back for that shit? …you did, dumbass. okay, yes, but he wouldn’t. not after this. no fuckin’ way. if he kept playing games, silas was out. fuck him, fuck … all this. 

dante just looked at him, amused - as always & decided to reach for the guard’s legs, hands roaming up his calves to his knees, back down on the underside to his feet. thumbs against his soles before he gently pushed his legs down & walked around the bed again, slowly - his eyes never quite leaving silas’. 

silas, ready to cut a bitch, growled softly, but dante did what …dante did. once he’d settled on the bed, he’d reached out again, commanded his little omega to obey & crawl into his lap. said omega sat up slowly, still so hard it was unreal - seriously. he glanced back at the other, but with a little sigh announcing defeat, he did what he was told, again. he crawled on his legs, their crotches flush when he was settled quite comfortably in the alpha’s lap. 

almost in an instant, dante had his arms around him again - still in his trousers, by the way, which was even more frustrating. not because silas was fond of his thighs - not really. no, it was the message he sent across. like silas wasn’t fuckin’ worth taking his clothes off, because he wasn’t going to stay long anyway. like.. like all he was, was some quick fuck before fuckin’ work - or whatever. fuckin’ hell. he looked stupidly hot in them, too, which made all this even a hundred times worse. he wanted to hate him for it, but all he could think about was that feeling of leather against his skin, leader-clad fingers trailing along his back, down his spine & teasing below. stop it. don’t. no. don’t let him win. he’d only taken off his shirt, that said it all. once he was done playing, he’d zip up & go. again. good, yeah. he better fuck off, so silas didn’t have to see his dumb face anymore. 

lips found his, hips ground against his own, their bodies moving together - in perfect harmony. or something like that. but not for long. after dante had played with his hole again, stretched as it was, he’d nudged the omega up, one of his leather-clad hands lining himself up with silas’ hole again - only to pull his hips down on it, fast. until the guard hissed. then, letting himself fall back on the bed, he pulled silas with him & made him kneel - or arch, on top of him while he fucked into him again. hands on the omega’s ass cheeks & pulling, while silas tried so very desperately to keep up. one good thing about this position was that the omega could capture dante’s lips, could pull at his hair & bury his nose in the alpha’s neck. 

dante was working him hard, faster & deeper, rubbing against that bundle of nerves inside of him relentlessly - another orgasm slowly but surely creeping up on the omega, but.. as his breath hitched, his moans grew louder, his body tensed - he could feel it taking over, could already smell sweet, blissful release, he could taste it on his tongue. he was so close. 

but his the alpha knew, there was no way he couldn’t, no way that when he could literally read silas’ mind - that he’d miss signs that were this obvious & he didn’t. he stopped, held silas on his cock, still. 

one, two, three & he pulled silas off him, that look on his face .. in that moment, he couldn’t even.. it wasn’t fuckin’ fair. body trembling with almost relief, yet pulled out of his grasp when he’d already had his finger on it - that smug, i won grin shot his way. “you can’t… you.. i.. what..? why?!” what the fuck did he do? had he done something wrong? why was he like this? head hung low, the omega once again contemplated the choices he’d made in the past week, which was when it dawned on him, really. it was his own fuckin’ fault. 

“we aren’t done yet, are we, princess?” 

fuck this. “fuck.. fuck you.” fuck all of this. golden shine dimmed, despite him glancing up at the other. he was so done. but as every single time he felt he was, dante came barging down his door. palm cupping his chin, forcing his head up so their eyes could meet - crimson bringing gold back to life. “shhhh…” lips came to press against his own, another hand held the back of his head, the kiss long, deep, passionate & just the kind that made silas’ legs buckle. if he was standing, anyway. but it did exactly what it was supposed to, the spite - the fire inside him dying down quick. it wasn’t fair. he couldn’t.. ugh. fuckin’ dante. 

then dante, who’d sat up with his legs somewhat crossed underneath him, pushed him down - so very slowly, but determinedly for sure, right until silas’ head was on par with the alpha’s crotch. 

"now, now, princess... be a good omega. take a deep breath. thaaaat's it. good girl."

damn, he hated him so much. he hated that all it took was.. this. the alpha’s scent wafting up his nose. a few minutes ago, he’d been ready to go, now his heart was hammering in his chest again & his body yearned for dante’s touch again. forehead against hip bone, the alpha slowly released his head, knowing he’d got him. again. because of fuckin’ course he did. stupid idiot. so fuckin’ pathetic. 

but fuck if he didn’t smell good. deep breath, soft noise - yep, he came to stay. "open up. let's see how far you can take me this time. huh?" 

no, not again. not a chance, but then he looked up & …”fuck.” deep breath, but that was a fricken’ mistake, because yeah - no, he shouldn’t have. all he could think about was alpha & if he wasn’t so damn desperate he would’ve spent the next hour hating himself. as it was, though, he pressed lips against hip, soft wet little kisses to the skin there, slowly trailing down. not like it was the first time he’d do this, right? licking his lips, he swallowed hard & after careful consideration (was it, though?) he sunk down on his alpha’s cock once more. fuck everything, really. it did not go much smoother than the first time, lips stretched wide around his shaft, hands on either side of dante’s hips & he struggled. duh. 

dante could take the compliments hummed silas’ way & shove them where the damn sun wouldn’t shine. he still hadn’t come. yet here he was, fuckin’ sucking off the one responsible for his misery. what did that say about him, though? the alpha placed his hand on the back of his head again, giving him time, but .. being there to guide him, too. every time silas came up for air, there was that hand gently leading him down again. a little further every now & then, but silas was still struggling, his throat clenching around dante, eyes closed & trying to follow guidance diligently. 

rhythm set, silas had only little influence on the path chosen, he didn’t really want to, either. alpha knew best. all he did was trying not to lose himself on the journey, dry-heaving when dante pulled him too far down & recovering with small gasps once released. then.. he assumed dante was getting close, because there was less off-time for him & then there were dante’s hips meeting him halfway on every downward motion. faster, harder. alpha was getting impatient, but as he did almost every time, silas thought he knew dante’s plans… the alpha proved him wrong. 

with a quick tug to the guard’s hair, he’d pulled him off his cock, saliva trickling down his chin as he gasped & before silas understood, dante had his free hand wrapped around himself, a few quick strokes & he spilled over his goddamn face. did he fuckin’ have to? of course he did. silas, dumb-founded & honestly so, so far out of his element nobody knew how he even functioned did little to fight him, neither did he when dante pulled him down on his spent cock again after - as far down as he’d go, hold him. 

hold. 

release was granted & silas pulled off with a little moan. fuck, what else did he have to endure? more, apparently. soft smile on the alpha’s lips, he leaned over, ever so carefully scooped up his own seed from his omega’s face to smear it against his bottom lip. eyes met, for a moment neither of them moved, but… before he could stop himself, his tongue came lolling out, so lips wrapped around that leather-clad finger & he sucked, tasting alpha on his lips. fuck, that was hot. damnit. why would he even think that? what the hell? 

dante, though, seemed pleased with himself, wiped his finger on silas’ cheek, brushing leather through his curls & then zipped up, pressed a heated - yet short, kiss to silas’ lips - pet his cheek & left him sat on his bed with a simple...

“good boy..”

[77jose-ricardo77]

LUNES DE LA VI SEMANA DEL TIEMPO ORDINARIO, feria

Leccionario

Primera lectura

Gén 4, 1-15. 25

“Caín atacó a su hermano Abel y lo mató”

Lectura del libro del Génesis.

El hombre conoció a Eva, su mujer, que concibió y dio a luz a Caín. Y ella dijo: «He adquirido un hombre con la ayuda del Señor». Después dio a luz a Abel, su hermano. Abel era pastor de ovejas, y Caín cultivaba el suelo. Pasado un tiempo, Caín ofreció al Señor dones de los frutos del suelo; también Abel ofreció las primicias y la grasa de sus ovejas. El Señor se fijó en Abel y en su ofrenda, pero no se fijó en Caín ni en su ofrenda; Caín se enfureció y andaba abatido. El Señor dijo a Caín: «¿Por qué te enfureces y andas abatido? ¿No estarías animado si obraras bien?; pero, si no obras bien, el pecado acecha a la puerta y te codicia, aunque tú podrás dominarlo». Caín dijo a su hermano Abel: «Vamos al campo». Y, cuando estaban en el campo, Caín atacó a su hermano Abel y lo mató. El Señor dijo a Caín: «¿Dónde está Abel, tu hermano?». Respondió Caín: «No sé; ¿soy yo el guardián de mi hermano?». El Señor le replicó: «¿Qué has hecho? La sangre de tu hermano me está gritando desde el suelo. Por eso te maldice ese suelo que ha abierto sus fauces para recibir de tus manos la sangre de tu hermano. Cuando cultives el suelo, no volverá a darte sus productos. Andarás errante y perdido por la tierra». Caín contestó al Señor: «Mi culpa es demasiado grande para soportarla. Puesto que me expulsas hoy de este suelo, tendré que ocultarme de ti, andar errante y perdido por la tierra, y cualquiera que me encuentre me matará». El Señor le dijo: «El que mate a Caín lo pagará siete veces». Y el Señor puso una señal a Caín para que, si alguien lo encontraba, no lo matase. Adán conoció otra vez a su mujer, que dio a luz un hijo y lo llamó Set, pues dijo: «Dios me ha dado otro descendiente en lugar de Abel, asesinado por Caín».

Palabra de Dios.

Salmo responsorial

Sal 49, 1bc y 8. 16bc-17. 20-21 (R.: 14a)

R. Ofrece a Dios un sacrificio de alabanza.

V. El Dios de los dioses, el Señor, habla: convoca la tierra de oriente a occidente. «No te reprocho tus sacrificios, pues siempre están tus holocaustos ante mí.

R. Ofrece a Dios un sacrificio de alabanza.

V. ¿Por qué recitas mis preceptos y tienes siempre en la boca mi alianza, tú que detestas mi enseñanza y te echas a la espalda mis mandatos?

R. Ofrece a Dios un sacrificio de alabanza.

V. Te sientas a hablar contra tu hermano, deshonras al hijo de tu madre; esto haces, ¿y me voy a callar? ¿Crees que soy como tú? Te acusaré, te lo echaré en cara».

R. Ofrece a Dios un sacrificio de alabanza.

Aleluya

Jn 14, 6bc

R. Aleluya, aleluya, aleluya.

V. Yo soy el camino y la verdad y la vida —dice el Señor—; nadie va al Padre sino por mí.

R. Aleluya, aleluya, aleluya.

Evangelio

Mc 8, 11-13

“¿Por qué esta generación reclama un signo?”

+Lectura del santo Evangelio según san Marcos.

En aquel tiempo, se presentaron los fariseos y se pusieron a discutir con Jesús; para ponerlo a prueba, le pidieron un signo del cielo. Jesús dio un profundo suspiro y dijo: «¿Por qué esta generación reclama un signo? En verdad os digo que no se le dará un signo a esta generación». Los dejó, se embarcó de nuevo y se fue a la otra orilla.

Palabra del Señor.