#Sr scratchy

[jiminysjournal]

Okay, so I’ve been thinking this since the trailer that showed Teen holding Sr. Scratchy…

…but I don’t think he’s Billy. I think he’s Nicholas, albeit done in a way that parallels elements of Billy in the comics.

Instead of being obsessed with Wanda, he’s obsessed with Agatha.

We get a good look of Agnes O’Conner’s dead son’s room, planting the seeds of Nicholas.

Agatha calls him “Rabbit Boy,” and he seems to adore Sr. Scratchy.*

She also pretends they’re mother and son, at one point!

Very specifically, she can’t hear any information about his backstory — his name, his hometown — beyond that his mother died.

And, on that note, Rebecca can’t be dead; I simply won’t allow it. And, she must be played by Idina Menzel; I mean, COME ON.

Besides, Billy should be played by a Jewish actor, anyway. Like, I don’t know; Jushua Rush?

Agatha seemed to indicate that her coven betrayed her first. What if Nicholas died, as a result? And then, he was reborn, in modern day, as Teen? Could we finally get Mephisto, by the way?

*Now, admittedly, Billy did also pet Sr. Scratchy in “Breaking the Fourth Wall,” and we did see that shot of Teen Marvelbounding Billy, but the latter could be a scarlet herring, playing on people’s assumptions that he’s Billy.

I might be missing some stuff; feel free to add on. But I do want to timestamp this:

9/19/24 5:13AM, EDT

1:09PM Edit: I just remembered something I forgot! The brooch is a locket, containing a lock(e?) of hair! Could it be Nicholas’?

[galaxysharks]

Well it seems I'll have to do it myself, honestly, no His Dark Materials AU?

Ahem, le Daemons

Agatha Harkness: Lop-eared Rabbit (Sr. Scratchy)

Nicholas Scratch: Goat

Teen: Butterfly/Moth. (William had a Moth, and it died when he did, but Billy's butterfly is similar enough for people not to notice)

Lilia: Sphinx Cat (mythic seer and the many lives of a cat)

Jen: Clouded Leopard (they get hunted due to their parts being viewed as powerful reagents)

Alice: Wolf (symbols for both bad luck and protection)

Sharon: Dove

Rio: None

[blackiron11]

Death's Lover - Chapter 6

Eu tenho uma desculpa pro atraso dessa vez kk, tava pronto há dias, jurei que tinha postado já 🥺

Eu tava lendo algumas fics readerio e ou o autor escreve "você" (2° pessoa) ou "S/n" (3 pessoa). Eu usando os dois ao mesmo tempo e ninguém me avisa que tava errado vei 😭. Mantive só "você" nesse capítulo. Me digam se tá mais coerente agora ou vocês preferem a mistura de antes kkkk

Chapter 5

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Vidal te pegou antes que você fosse ao chão. Ela não entendia o que aconteceu, como você e Lília estavam aqui, como ela mesma estava aqui. Como esse lugar está vivo? O caminho das bruxas nada mais é do que uma mentira fajuta de Agatha Harkness.

Rio apoiou sua cabeça no colo, nervosa. Lágrimas começaram a brotar dos olhos dela, mesmo que ela repetisse a si mesma que isso poderia estragar sua segurança. Rio não sabia das intenções dessas pessoas. Bem, ela conhecia Agatha, mas isso só provava o ponto da questão, já que a mulher te mataria se soubesse que você era casada com Rio.

A bruxa verde analisou seus ferimentos, querendo descobrir o que havia de errado com você. Você estava com um corte feio no rosto...Lília deveria te proteger, como você ficou nesse estado? Rio deveria estar furiosa com vocês duas por se colocarem em perigo, porém ela só estava desolada. Não podia te perder, ainda mais tendo te reencontrado há poucos minutos.

Se você estivesse consciente, teria visto como ela murmurava seu nome constantemente, querendo que você acordasse logo e a perdoasse por não estar aqui para você antes.

Sua esposa estava de costas para todo mundo. Ninguém se aproximou, mas ela sentiu os olhares curiosos sobre vocês. Ela se virou na direção de Lília, tentando obter alguma informação útil, mas a velha somente deu de ombros e avisou sobre as Sete de Salém, com um sussurro

Então, de certa forma, a culpa era dela. Ela que mandou as entidades atrás de Agatha e você foi pega no fogo cruzado. Rio sentiu o coração pesar com você naquele estado. Ela nunca quis te machucar.

Pelo menos, agora ela sabia o necessário para te curar, somente um pouco de saliva. Ela não ia lamber seu rosto na frente de toda essa gente. Não que a Dona Morte tivesse um pingo de pudor ou coisa parecida, mas você não gostaria da exposição. Rio te respeitava demais para ir contra isso, mesmo que fosse mais rápido.

Sr. Scratchy, porém, tinha outros planos. Ele tinha ficado por perto, quando você desmaiou, pois não confiava em Rio Vidal. Quando viu a mulher pronta para encostar a mão babada em seu rosto, o coelho prontamente deu um pulo e cravou os dentes na mão dela.

"Ai, Scratchy" Rio chiou, puxando a mão com força. Scratchy a encarava com desconfiança. Ele nunca gostou dela, mesmo quando ela namorava Agatha, sempre teve ciúmes. Agora, ele aparentemente te adotou também.

Perfeito, mais um problema para a vida dela; Rio pensou.

"Eu não vou machucá-la, sua bola de pelos insuportável." Reclamou, enquanto estancava o sangue da mão. "Eu só quero curá-la, tá bom?" Tentou enxotar o coelho com as mãos, mas ele não saiu do lugar. Se um animal de estimação pudesse estreitar os olhos, é o que ele estaria fazendo agora.

Rio suspirou, tentando manter a calma. Se demorasse mais alguns minutos, nem mesmo a bruxa verde original poderia te livrar desse destino.

"Eu a amo, ok?" Sussurrou, para que ninguém ouvisse. "Me deixe salvar meu amor, por favor." Rio não acreditava que estava implorando para um coelho deixar ela se aproximar da esposa, mas essa era sua vida agora.

Scratch pareceu analisar a situação e se afastou, se contentando em lamber seus pés.

Rio agradeceu silenciosamente aos deuses e passou a mão delicadamente pelo seu rosto. Ela esperava que não fosse tarde demais, mas se ela n��o sentiu um chamado, você ainda teria uma chance.

Sua esposa assistiu enquanto seu rosto ia voltando ao normal, sem rastro de veneno ou cicatriz; sua respiração ia se regulando também. Ela pegou sua mão e acariciou, dando vários beijos em sua palma. Vidal estava feliz, ela lidaria com a plateia depois.

Durante as décadas, Rio sentiu seu amor chamando-a o tempo todo e se sentiu um fracasso por não poder te consolar; ela esperava reparar esse erro quando saíssem de onde quer que fosse. Ela só precisa ligar os pontos para descobrir que lugar era esse. Mesmo assim, a bruxa mais velha achou que você ficaria feliz em vê-la, depois de tanto tempo sofrendo pela ausência dela.

Ledo engano.

A última pessoa que você queria ao seu lado agora, era Dona Morte, mesmo que ela fosse sua esposa.

Você abriu os olhos vagarosamente, recobrando a consciência aos poucos. Ao se sentar, você sentiu alguém te abraçando forte e você se permitiu um minuto de paz, abraçando-a de volta. Deuses, como você sentiu a falta dela.

Mas como tudo que é bom dura pouco, você abriu os olhos e viu Lilia, Billy, Alice Agatha te encarando. Sua mentora tinha um misto de alívio e pena no olhar, Billy e Alice estavam curiosos e Agatha encarava seu pescoço com muito interesse, demonstrando que queria te matar.

Você logo observou que a mulher estava sendo segurada por Lilia. Agatha tentou impedir Rio assim que ela gritou seu nome. E pelo que você viu, Lilia estava segurando com minha força, porque Agatha continuava se debatendo.

Vê-los como uma plateia de um momento tão íntimo, como um abraço saudoso de anos, fez sua mente resetar e você estremeceu, se afastando de Rio.

Além disso, você precisa se recordar que agora é uma assassina. Pessoas que matam não têm direito de momentos felizes, mesmo que Harkness faça o contrário. Vocês não eram iguais nesse quesito. Você faria jus à morte de Sharon.

Não havia tempo para pensar em Rio ou em seus sentimentos, nem em como seu coração pareceu reacender na presença da mulher, reconhecendo Vidal como sua metade há muito perdida; muito menos em como você queria dar um beijo de cinema na boca dela.

Rio percebeu sua mudança de comportamento e segurou seu rosto com delicadeza. "Está tudo bem, meu amor?"

Tinha tanto amor, tanta devoção, tanto carinho aqueles olhos castanhos e você sentiu vontade de chorar novamente. Seu coração voltou a bater forte, mas era apenas ansiedade. Você não podia lidar com isso agora.

Sharon. Sharon. Sharon.

Você repetia o nome dela como um mantra, tentando se lembrar de seu propósito.

"Eu... Eu não posso lidar com isso, não agora." Você sussurrou, sem olhá-la.

Rio franziu o cenho e tentou se aproximar de você. Não fazia sentido para ela que você não quer falar com ela. Rio sabe que deveria ter voltado antes, entrado em contato com você ou Lília, mas não foi possível. Se Vidal pudesse te explicar...

"Não, Rio!" Você implorou, se afastando, meio que engatinhando com as mãos na terra. "Por favor." Você sentiu seus olhos lacrimejando, mas se impediu de chorar.

Você não ia chorar na frente da ex-mulher da sua esposa, muito menos quando ela estava tão perto de vocês.

"S/N, te fizeram alguma coisa?" Perguntou preocupada. "Fala comigo..."

Você negou com a cabeça, aumentando a distância entre vocês duas. Scratchy sentiu sua mudança de comportamento, e se colocou entre Rio e você.

Vidal revirou os olhos. Que coelhinho petulante...

"Bem," Agatha chegou até vocês com uma leve corrida, finalmente conseguindo se soltar de Lilia. "Muito lindo seu altruísmo, amor." Ela enfatizou o título. "Sempre soube que você tinha um bom coração."

Enfim, bateu palmas chamando a atenção de todos. Você franziu o cenho. O que essa louca planejava com tudo isso? Até onde você sabia, Harkness nunca perdoou Rio por ter levado a alma de Nicky. Rio também se encontrava em confusão, não entendia o comportamento da bruxa sem coven e muito menos o seu. Ela queria respostas.

A verdade é que Agatha perdoou Rio faz um tempo. Após séculos possuída pelo Darkhold, sem conseguir trazer Nicky de volta, ela começou a entender que Rio só fez o trabalho dela. Por muito tempo doeu a ela admitir, mas a mulher sabe que teve tratamento especial. Como filho da morte, Nicholas nasceu natimorto, mas sua esposa deu a Agatha anos de vida, tantos anos quanto conseguiu, porque ela amava a bruxa roxa, de verdade.

É muito provável que Vidal não tenha sofrido nas mãos dos superiores, só porque Agatha matava várias bruxas todo dia, criando assim algum tipo de equilíbrio... Até o dia que Nicky pediu para não.

Harkness agora tem certeza que Rio sofreu por Nicky tanto quanto ela, e se arrependeu de todas as palavras duras que usou para com seu amor. Ela queria se desculpar, fazer tudo melhorar, mas não sabia como.

Quando Agatha se libertou do feitiço de Wanda, ela agarrou a oportunidade. No momento em que viu a morte na frente dela, ela sabia que faria de tudo para ter Vidal de volta, ela só precisava dos poderes de novo.

Agatha pensava que o coração preto no papel com os nomes era de Rio Vidal. Mas como a balada era apenas uma canção de ninar e Rio não estava em bons termos com ela, a mulher sabia que sua esposa não aceitaria um passeio na floresta com ela e um coven desajustado. Ela admitiria tudo apenas para ferrar com a outra mulher, acabando com a farsa e Agatha não conseguiria os poderes dela de volta.

Então, ela pegou Sharon para compor o grupo, apenas para passar credibilidade. Depois, ela mataria todos, recuperaria o roxo dela e jogaria todo o charme quando a Morte viesse recolher os corpos. Mais tarde, teriam uma conversa sincera onde Agatha pedia perdão e elas viveriam felizes para sempre.

E seria simples assim. Agatha acreditou fielmente que daria certo.

Porém, aconteceu a grande falha no plano. E Agatha tinha certeza que tinha a ver com um dos dois sigilos que estavam andando com ela por aí. Ela só precisa de mais um tempo para descobrir quem é o causador da ilusão. Ela chuta no garoto.

Como uma mulher não é uma mulher completa sem o jogo do improviso, Agatha já estava pensando em como trazer Rio para onde vocês estavam. Pouco se importava com as Sete de Salém ou as acusações do grupo, mas ela se sentiu verdadeiramente agradecida por você ter salvo Sr. Scratchy. Somente por isso ela não pegaria tão pesado com você, mesmo que ela não gostasse de você desde que te viu pela primeira vez.

Ainda pensando em como reaver a ex-mulher, ela inventou rapidamente sobre as provações perigosas e o risco de morte, aí era só matar alguém. Algum dos humanos seria a presa mais fácil. Quando você fez o antídoto, ninguém se lembrou que Sharon tomou duas doses de vinho, mas Agatha sim. E ela, só... não disse nada. Era perfeito. Rio estaria aqui e ela nem precisou sujar as mãos para isso.

Harkness percebeu que vocês já se conheciam de antes e ela vai fazer de tudo para que você não se aproxime de Rio, enquanto também faz de tudo para reconquistar sua ex. E claro, como esse Caminho das Bruxas parecia real, talvez ela pudesse ter Nicky de volta; eles seriam uma família novamente. E não seria uma pirralha como você que ficaria entre elas, Agatha não permitiria isso.

Haveria uma leve mudança de planos, sua possível história com Rio e o fato de Scratchy gostar muito de você estavam incomodando bastante a bruxa verde. Nesse caso, Agatha precisa que você morra o quanto antes, mas pode ser de forma indolor. Afinal, ela não é uma carrasca.

"Agora que a Coisinha está curada, temos que ir, a estrada nos espera", disse ao mesmo tempo em que puxava Rio pelo braço e a levantava do chão. Agatha não deu tempo para sua ex reagir, e prontamente entrelaçou seus braços.

"Tenho que te dizer, querida, amei a flor que você me deu. Você me conhece tão bem." Agatha disse isso para Rio, mas ela olhou para você enquanto falava.

Rio, por outro lado, estava atordoada demais para responder. Apenas se deixou levar pelo aperto de Agatha. Logo elas se distanciaram da sua presença, Harkness falando alguma bobagem, e sua esposa claramente sem prestar atenção, mas a bruxa roxa sorria como em noite de natal e se virou para você, te dado uma piscadela.

Calma, espera aí, essa sonsa queria te fazer CIÚMES? Você riu do absurdo da situação e encarou Scratchy quando ele pulou em cima de você, se aninhando em seu colo.

"Como você aguenta essa louca como dona, Fofinho?" Você perguntou retoricamente, alisando seus pelos. Mas o coelho te olhou como se entendesse sua pergunta e daria de ombros se pudesse.

Interessante. Você não sabia que coelhos entendiam humanos. Bem, esse era o coelho de uma bruxa secular, talvez ele soubesse um truque ou dois.

"Quer ajuda, querida?" Você olhou para cima e viu Lília. Os olhos dela ainda te viam com pena. Tudo que você precisava. Argh.

Você suspirou, aceitando seu braço estendido. Se sentindo quebrada, você se joga nos braços da sua mentora - quase mãe - e ri um pouquinho quando Scratchy reclama do aperto.

"Sinto muito pelo negócio da flor, querida" Ela te soltou. "Não queria que você passasse por isso. Eu vou matar aquelas duas. Se Vidal acha que pode te machucar, ela está muito enganada"

Ah, sim... a flor... Rio sempre te acordava com uma flor diferente toda manhã, e você adorava, principalmente porque pensava que era algo só delas. Como você se enganou. Era uma coisa dela e da ex também.

Você é a segunda opção, não é? Como você nunca percebeu isso? Será que tinham outras coisas que vocês faziam e que ela fazia com Agatha?

No fundo, lá no fundo, você torceu para que ela tivesse apenas provocando a ex, porque era da natureza de Rio provocar as pessoas. Doeria menos do que ter sido feita de idiota desde o começo, sendo feita de tapa buraco de Agatha Harkness. Você sorriu um pouco lembrando das brincadeiras bobas que Rio fazia e que tiravam Lilia do sério, no curto tempo em que eram vocês três morando juntas.

Alice e Billy ainda te olhavam com curiosidade quando vocês retornaram para a estrada, mas não falaram nada sobre o assunto e todos voltaram a caminhar.

Agatha e Rio estavam bem mais à frente, Agatha segurando forte o braço da ex-mulher, enquanto falava alguma amenidade dos anos que passaram, rindo alto para chamar sua atenção. Rio não ouvia nada, a cada poucos segundos olhava para trás e encontrava seus olhos, tentando transmitir seus pensamentos e o quanto ela te amava.

Você sentiu suas bochechas esquentarem quando encarou o rosto pelo qual se apaixonou e desviou olhar para Scratchy, o acomodando melhor em seu corpo. Você sabe que ele aguenta andar entre vocês, mas você meio que precisa de algum aterramento.

"Ela meio que é gata, não é?" Alice disse, para ninguém em específico. "Esquisita, mas gata. Acho que vou pedir o número dela".

Se fosse para disputar sua esposa com Agatha E ALICE, você gostaria de ser morta na próxima provação, obrigada.

"Rio Vidal já tem dona" Lilia cortou o assunto com raiva.

"Esse é o nome dela? Diferente. De onde você a conhece mesmo?" Alice perguntou ao mesmo tempo que Billy.

"Quem é a dona dela? Agatha?" Billy riu da própria pergunta, se lembrando do encontro delas na casa da bruxa, e agora, da interação na frente deles.

Você fuzilou os dois somente com o olhar, e todos voltaram a andar em silêncio. Apenas os sons das vozes de Agatha e Rio eram ouvidas ao fundo.

"O que é que você olha tanto pra essa menina, meu amor?" Agatha segue o olhar de Rio, quando ela vira a cabeça para trás pela vigésima vez.

Não é possível que Rio tenha se interessado por você, não é?

Agatha espera mesmo que não.

"Querida, olhe para mim quando eu falo com você." Agatha segurou firme o queixo de Rio, mantendo o rosto da bruxa verde de frente com o dela. Ela logo percebeu que o rosto de sua ex estava bem mais jovem. Estranho. "Qual é a desse rostinho jovem, meu amor?"

"Me larga, Agatha." Rio finalmente conseguiu se desvencilhar do aperto dela e pôs um espaço seguro entre elas. Não queria que você pensasse em coisa errada, Rio só precisa fazer umas perguntas pertinentes.

Dona Morte mudou de forma um pouco depois que Agatha começou a falar sozinha. Nenhuma das duas percebeu isso na hora. Rio sorriu com a mudança, feliz que o corpo dela ainda te reconhecia por perto.

Agatha arqueou uma sobrancelha. "De onde você conhece essa menina?" Perguntou novamente, ela estava começando a desconfiar de você.

"Não vejo como isso é da sua conta, Harkness" Rio disse o sobrenome com desprezo.

Agatha ergueu os braços em sinal de rendição. Estava perdendo terreno por aqui, melhor tentar uma abordagem diferente.

"E vem cá, que lugarzinho é esse?" Vidal questionou, cruzando os braços "Você e eu sabemos que o Caminho das Bruxas é uma farsa sua, sempre foi." Acusou.

"Ai, amor." Agatha segurou no peito, com horror. "Assim você me magoa," sorriu cinicamente, se aproximando.

Rio revirou os olhos, colocando mais distância. Pelo canto do olho te viu cabisbaixa e Lília tentando te animar. Foi então que um pensamento cruzou a mente dela. Você achava que ela queria Agatha de volta? Por isso estava agindo assim? Rio nunca faria isso com você! Ela precisava te dizer isso. E faria isso agora, mas Agatha a impediu, segurando o braço dela de novo.

"Ah, não. Querida, é muito feio ignorar uma conversa, sabia?" Agatha estava adorando te irritar, mostrar que ela conhecia Rio com a palma da mão e que elas eram feitas uma para a outra. Rio não percebeu o motivo de todo esse joguinho, ela só queria estar ao seu lado.

"Mas sobre esse lugar, eu realmente não sei onde estamos. Talvez no subterrâneo de Westview?" Perguntou para si mesma, mas logo descartou a ideia. "Pense nisso como uma imersão 3D." Ponderou animada, enquanto passava as unhas pelo antebraço da entidade da morte.

Rio estremeceu com o toque. Agatha interpretou isso como tesão, um vislumbre dos velhos tempos. Já Rio ficou enojada com Harkness a tocando de uma maneira tão íntima. Só você podia tocá-la assim. Rio se afastou a passos largos. Se Agatha não lhe daria respostas, não tem motivo para continuar na presença dela. Ela precisava se concentrar em descobrir o que tinha acontecido com você.

Se você não conta, talvez Lilia possa esclarecer a mente dela. Ou o garoto Maximoff. Ela pode descobrir alguma coisa dele, antes de levar sua alma embora.

[rosiebeetle]

Different beetlejuice headcannons I have depending on actor!!! Because this is my account and why not :3 (tw for mentions of hanging and homophobia a long with abuse. Iget very srs when it comes to my juice lore)

Justinjuice: adhd/hyper compulsive pan/non binary sowhere under the I don't give a fuck umbrella yk doesn't care what pronoun you use. He definitely was a human or "breather" before death but he died somewhere in the 1700s maybe 1600s (Pilgrim times you get the gist) he was sentenced to death by hanging because him and his lover got caught together once (kissing.. Get your mind out of the gutter) his past lover just so happened to look like Adam and have the same name. Past lover was able to escape while bj unfortunately did not. That is the reason he is so drawn to Adam but he doesn't know that because he doesn't remember anything from his past besides a few flash memories. (This hc based on me and my girlfriends au rp thing we have) Juno was absolute trash to him but still lied and said he was her son. Juno basically forced him into the human world to watch the maitlands since they were important and needed to die and go to the netherworld quick he also has BPD or bi polar because I say so and I like projecting

Brightjuice: autistic mainly highly sensitive to touch and lights and stuff also very needs to move at all times or he will start exploding (his head tilts t Rex arms ect) greysexual/bi and genderfluid (mainly he/her) he was definitely a born dead, Juno in my opinion TRIED to be a good mother but grew tired of his autistic meltdowns fast and quickly became a bad one. The reason why I think he's more of a born dead is because of his actions and maneruisms (idk how to spell it sorry..) He's very unhuman like especially compared to all the other juices (very buggy twitchy, not very good at being among the living)

Koberjuice: definitely a mix of audhd definitely on the spectrum there more sensory than hyper, hates fur like absolutely despises the feeling (very specific ik shush) but like the scratchy fur they put on those shitty stools at Burlington and the fur on short hair dogs (like pitbulls) but long softer furs like bunnys and cats is ok it just has to be soft. Very bi and doesn't really have a gender label he just likes he/she sometimes they and enjoys it when people asks what hes feeling today. Also a born dead but unlike brightjuice he never really spent much time with other dead people, Juno was a shit mother to begin with so to escape he hung around humans a lot putting on a humany look to avoid people hating him but in his early 20s Juno found out and cursed him (I unfortunately do not have a koberjuice gif.. So have this!)

Blumjuice (just what I've taken from the clips since I have watched a full boot so sorry if this is more out of character..): adhd like justinjuice very hyper likes to move and stuff and just very touchy he likes touchy touchy things yk the type of guy to go to a craft store or home Depot just to touch shit. Also bi but more he/they than she, it's very rare that he likes she to be used but there are times. Also was a human before dieing but he died more roaring 20s from getting involved with some bad people (hence the whole suit and style) stayed very connected with the world after becoming a demon though, not COMPLETELY dumb about technology but he does need help using it though (again.. No gif of hin.. Forgive me stolen from erynn COUGH)

[kittykatkatelol]

update I'm allergic to dust so now my throat is closing up

yay /sarcasm

somehow cleaning my top bunk escalated into me cleaning my shelf too

now my top bunk is ready for sleeping instead of storage and I can actually find everything on my shelf

🎉🎉🎉 plus I also messed with my xbox and got halo two player set up along with an extra profile which I had been meaning to set up for ages

tis a start and I still have too much energy lol

[livingformintyoongi]

The Han Family: Kim Taehyung

Trope: Established relationship.

Oc Information: [The name will be used in the parts where another couple is discussed to avoid confusion.]

Shin Soomin.

23 yo.

06/04

1.60 cm

She was in a relationship with Sr. Han's brother for a few years.

Context: When you were still young, around 16 years old, you met Han Jaesung, the younger brother of a very famous businessman in Korea. He was a very charismatic and funny man, or so thought your younger self, a much more impressionable and innocent you.

You were from a dysfunctional family, one that cared little or nothing about what happened to you. You were easy prey for any foul predator found in the cruel world in which you lived. Jaesung was one of them, and to your misfortune, you fell right into his sweetened words in order to have you as a toy to pass the time with.

You stayed with him until you turned 19. You still remember the moment when you ran away from him, when you had to run barefoot, with your clothes destroyed, your body bruised and your throat dry and scratchy from screaming so much. You still remember how you were lucky enough to meet Taehyung, a policeman who had just started working, and who found you near the station.

He helped you as much as he could, even paying for the hospital service you had to receive. He was by far one of the most special people you had the pleasure to meet. It was a pity you didn't get to see him again until 3 years later.

He already had a lot of experience in his job, and you had already taken charge of your life, you had worked on yourself in order to fix your stability that had been so shattered by that man, and now you felt secure enough to start a slow but loving relationship, something you could never have, not even with your family.

You were grateful that Taehyung gave you this opportunity, and you would do anything to keep him as happy as he kept you, even if it meant hiding your past from him.

[livingformintyoongi1]

The Han Family: Kim Taehyung

Trope: Established relationship.

Oc Information: [The name will be used in the parts where another couple is discussed to avoid confusion.]

Shin Soomin.

23 yo.

06/14

She was in a relationship with Sr. Han's brother for a few years.

Context: When you were still young, around 16 years old, you met Han Jaesung, the younger brother of a very famous businessman in Korea. He was a very charismatic and funny man, or so thought your younger self, a much more impressionable and innocent you.

You were from a dysfunctional family, one that cared little or nothing about what happened to you. You were easy prey for any foul predator found in the cruel world in which you lived. Jaesung was one of them, and to your misfortune, you fell right into his sweetened words in order to have you as a toy to pass the time with.

You stayed with him until you turned 19. You still remember the moment when you ran away from him, when you had to run barefoot, with your clothes destroyed, your body bruised and your throat dry and scratchy from screaming so much. You still remember how you were lucky enough to meet Taehyung, a policeman who had just started working, and who found you near the station.

He helped you as much as he could, even paying for the hospital service you had to receive. He was by far one of the most special people you had the pleasure to meet. It was a pity you didn't get to see him again until 3 years later.

He already had a lot of experience in his job, and you had already taken charge of your life, you had worked on yourself in order to fix your stability that had been so shattered by that man, and now you felt secure enough to start a slow but loving relationship, something you could never have, not even with your family.

You were grateful that Taehyung gave you this opportunity, and you would do anything to keep him as happy as he kept you, even if it meant hiding your past from him.

[inchidentally]

I have so many other things I want to focus on but my brain keeps deciding to write for my stupid F1 modern royalty au that absolutely no one needs !!

tw for dubcon - these are snippets from the carlando and dando parts only

“What? You cannot mean this, papa. You can’t. I won’t!”

Carlos Sr looks on as the attendants rapidly pack up his son’s trunk and cases.

“I can and you will, my son. The palace is sending a jet to Paris and we are leaving immediately by car to take a train from London. The less attention drawn before we are out of this grey country, the better.”

With that, Carlos Senior strode across the room and out the door.

Carlos collapses onto a chair, face in his hands. He doesn’t look up even when he hears the door open again moments later.

“Carlos.”

It isn’t Lando, but almost as bad. Carlos sucks in a breath and lifts his head to look Jon in the eyes.

“How much did you hear?”

“All of it. I followed you to Lando’s room - waited outside, trying to decide if I should… it doesn’t matter. Did-”

“No. We didn’t. He said no.”

Jon sags in relief but his face remains so awfully sad. Sadness looks all wrong on him.

“Were you just going to let him think you abandoned him when he refused to have sex with you?”

The laugh scrapes against Carlos’ lungs as it leaves them. It costs him everything to stand but Carlos has to show at least one person in this castle the respect they deserve. 

“Surely it’s better that way? He will heal faster if he hates me. Landito wasn’t made to feel hate for long. You will explain it all to him, yes?”

Jon tilts his head thoughtfully in a gesture so like Lando it makes Carlos’ heart bleed.

“I’m going to explain it all, but I’m going to tell him the truth. It’s what he deserves.”

Carlos nods. It is far more generous than he deserves. Jon is right, as always.

He holds out a hand but Jon draws him into a brief, tight hug instead. 

“You’re not a bad man, Carlos,” he says, keeping one hand on Carlos’ shoulder. “I hope that when all of this has blown over that you can be friends with us again.”

.

.

The blanket is a little scratchy but the earth beneath it is soft enough. 

Daniel’s kisses are different: deep, demanding, rough. It’s all Lando can do to keep up. After a while, his mouth simply remains open, tongue lifting to meet Daniel’s onslaught. His hands slide haphazardly through Daniel’s hair and against the muscle of his shoulder, a nervous giggle bubbling out of his throat where Daniel is kissing it.

“Your beard itches!”

He feels Daniel’s smile against his skin before his lips seal around a single point on Lando’s neck. His teeth dig in and he begins to suck hard. 

Lando’s wail seems to fill the air for miles.

His shirt has been opened at some point and Daniel’s calluses are lighting sparks up and down Lando’s torso. Thumbs flick at his nipples until they harden and are met with a warm, wet mouth. 

Lando writhes and their hips meet, closer together than he’d realized. It’s only the second time he’s felt a hard dick against his own and Daniel is wasting no time popping the button on Lando’s shorts. 

Wait. What’s happening? Wait. Wait.

His shorts and underwear are gone. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Daniel, I–”

“Shhh.” 

The warmth of a body over his feels grounding and Lando automatically wraps his arms around it. 

“Don’t worry, baby. Won’t be breaking any rules.”

Daniel returns to sucking on Lando’s neck when a hand slips between their bodies and slicks something wet onto both of their dicks. The sensation has Lando returning to full hardness so fast it makes his back arch. But where– ?

Then Daniel is above him, face shadowed and so intense he could be a stranger. He’s maneuvering Lando’s hips and guiding himself one-handed. For a second, Lando wants to drive his heel into Daniel’s shoulder on instinct. 

Then Daniel’s one hand is holding himself between Lando’s cheeks and the other starts jerking Lando in long, firm strokes. 

“Feels amazing, right?”

It does.

“Amazing,” Lando whispers back in a daze. 

With the way their bodies are moving it looks so much like they’re really fucking. The danger only makes it feel sexier. Each time the head of Daniel’s dick catches as it passes over him, Lando has to dig his hands into his own hair to keep from begging to be fucked properly. 

He’s sure that’s why Daniel makes his thrusts shallower - why his eyes gleam even in the dim light of dusk settling around them. 

For just a split second, Lando imagines his thighs falling apart and being speared and filled without so much as a ring on his finger, the faces of church leaders gaping in shock at the crown prince taking it bare out on the red dirt of the Australian outback. He comes so violently it wracks his entire body. 

Unseen above, Daniel bucks against him and comes thick and hot and sudden. 

Damn. Wiping both hands on the blanket, Daniel begins mentally kicking himself. He hopes that will still be enough to do it.

The sky has gone fully dark and it’s time to leave before a search party is launched. He pushes himself to stand and shakes the ache from his wrist. The creeping sensation that he’s played this all wrong at the eleventh hour has him agitated.

“Come on, kid! Clean up and let’s get you back in one piece, yeah?”

But Lando remains lying down, slender ribs powering through deep breaths, hips twisted slightly where Daniel had left them. Not a soul in the vast wilderness around them bears witness to the band of stars reflected in Lando’s wide eyes. Some galactic pool spills over and covers his unlined brow in a sheen of moonlight like the ghost of a crown.

When he finally sits up, soft and naked below the waist, he laughs when Daniel throws a leg over the seat of his bike and has to adjust himself through his shorts. The smile Daniel sends back is confused but he laughs anyway. Lando wonders if it could be like this all the time.

Then it all goes promptly to hell.

Lando is wincing through the pain and trying to help. Daniel just keeps gritting out shit shit shit and jabbing at his mobile, totally lost to his own freakout. Lando gives up trying to reassure him and focuses on lying in a way that doesn’t make his shoulder feel like it’s on fire.

The jeep arrives and four men get out. Two of them carefully lift Lando into the backseat. One of them is holding a phone to Lando who babbles about it being all his fault, he had gotten distracted, didn’t follow the track of Daniel’s tires like he was supposed to, had gotten sloppy and fallen. The other one is interrogating Daniel. Why won’t Daniel look up so Lando can catch his eye?

–

The hospital room’s lights hurt his eyes. It’s easier to answer all the probing questions with them closed anyway. Hadn’t he answered everything truthfully like he’d been taught? He was always a weakling when it came to painkillers anyway. He sure hopes most of the graphic details won’t be repeated to mum and dad. How embarrassing.

There’s dad’s voice now.

“Oh, I’m going to kill him…”

—

“They have it all recorded, darling. Once they played him what you’d said in the hospital he gave in completely.”

Mum sniffles viciously and squeezes Lando’s hand tighter.

“He took the bribe and left without a word. Didn’t ask to apologize to you or even say goodbye.”

Lying in a pool of unnecessarily cheerful sunshine covering his bed, Lando can’t decide if he wants to cry stormily into his mother’s arms or ask her to leave so he can send one of the many desperate texts he’d begun to Daniel in the days since Lando had been flown back to England. 

Mum smiles sadly, as if reading his mind.

“He knew what he was doing, sweet one. You weren’t the first and likely won’t be the last.”

In the end, it isn’t really so shameful to sob against your own mother’s shoulder at twenty-two years old. 

—

For the second time in four years, Lando opens the daily briefing email from his senior advisor and is confronted with his former suitor’s arm around another man’s shoulders. Beside the young Dutch king, Daniel’s smile is broad and toothy. As if to torture himself further, Lando opens the last selfie they’d taken together. 

Daniel’s smile is exactly the same.

[justalittleobsessed]

A white post-it note was stuck on the wall of the cabin next to an open window. Small scratchy noises and clicks could occasionally be heard from within the walls and ceiling.

Seems like the glitter bomb from the last event triggered a little prankster >3 Arthropodia mikey from cabin 3 be upon thee

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Mikey walked into his cabin, breathing a sigh of relief. Today had been a long day. Turtle Titan Jr. needed a break for a bit from crimefighting. Looking for troublesome Raphs that totally existed with Turtle Titan Sr. was hard work.

His costume hidden away safely and his normal everyday turtle persona back in full swing, he was ready for a relaxing night with his cabinmates. He still had to plan out outfits for Cabin 15 and 14's fashion show, and he was hoping to run some of his ideas past them.

He had almost made it too. Almost. When he got to his bed he stopped straight in his tracks. A note was taped on the side of his and Smokey's bed.

"What the hell?!" He screeched. "I thought we were done with the glitter bomb revenge! I thought we were free!" He scans the walls nervously, backing into the center of the room.

Suddenly, he heard scratching. From within the walls. From within the walls.

He shakes his head, booking it to the door. "Nope. I'm out! Seen to many horror movies to know where this is going!"

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

[nabbit-unmasked]

Current Strongest Kin(s): a bunch of songs

Most Preferred Name(s): Sage

Current Fronters: Sage & Cougar (probably)

Intro Post!

Hi! I'm Sage/Stolace, but you can also call me by any kin name. I'm also fine with any nicknames you can come up with, as long as they're spinoffs of my other names!

• I'm an Alterhuman, and that's what this blog will be mainly focused on, with a special focus on placekin topics.

• My pronouns are he/it/lo/🇨🇫

• I'm a minor (16+ in age)

• I am Autistic and attribute this as the source of my alterhumanity.

• I am a therian, placekin, fictionkin, conceptkin, and an alterhuman in general. Overall, I have 20+ confirmed kintypes which I'll list down below.

• I am genderfluid, and my sexuality is achillean. I identify as trans, mlm, and punkboy4punkboy. I am also objectum, especially for The Gambia and dakota discs.

• Taken by Val (he is my boyfriend /srs)

• I personally identify as a punk, degenerate, freak, and social reject. I reclaim these terms proudly.

• Liminous (Dreadliminal, Backroomian, +more)

• I am the functioner of an Imagian plurality. Collectively, we use they/them pronouns. We are mixed-origin and pro-endo, but we aren't really concerned about our own origin or if we are disordered or not.

[ Kinlist, Identities, Tags, and BYF under the cut. ]

♡ -> Kinlist <- ♡

• Theriotypes:

♡ Lipizzan

♡ Fisher

♡ Quoll (Species leaning: Eastern & Spot-Tailed)

♡ Ruminantia (Cladotherian)

♡ Ardeidae (Pluritherian)

♡ New Guinea Singing Dog / Canine

♡ Big Cat (Lion / Cougar)

♡ [Unsure] Kori Bustard

• Placekin:

♡ Central African Republic (C.A.R. / CAR)

• Conceptkin:

♡ Home Safety Hotline/HSH

*[as in the company, not the physical game]

♡ Slaughterhouse (GD level)

♡ Limbo (GD level)

• Songkins:

♡ Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers

♡ Everyone Knows That/EKT (Lostwave version)

♡ B O D Y O N T H E F L O O R - Scratchy

♡ you don't love me - Rebzyyx

• Songflickers:

[ Currently None ]

• Fictionkins:

♡ Stolace* (Helluva Boss)

♡ Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

♡ Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

♡ Stone (Ramshackle)

♡ Moisty (TWISTED DOCTOR Universe / Doll Eye)

♡ Nabbit (Mario Franchise)

♡ Cooper (Papa's -eria games)

♡ 1st Prize (BBIEAL)

♡ Blabbot (Amanda the Adventurer)

*[ I spell my name as "Stolace", not "Stolas". ]

• Fictionhearted:

♡ Blitzø (Helluva Boss)

♡ Valentino (Hazbin Hotel)

• Other Hearttypes:

♡ D.R.C.

♡ Birds

♡ Bat-Eared Fox

• Other Identities:

♡ Myotis/Little Brown Bat w/ Leafnose

♡ Common Bedbug copinglink

♡ Seagull copinglink

♡ Odie copinglink (from Garfield)

Special Tags:

#I am the CAR kin / #CARstuff🇨🇫: Posts about my placekin experience as the Central African Republic.

#placekin questions: Answering questions about Placekin and my experience with being placekin.

#🇨🇫❤🇬🇲: Posts about my objectum crush, The Gambia

#aWannabe: Posts about my favorite music artist, aWannabe.

Before You Follow (BYF) :

• I am a minor (16+)

• I don't mind if 18+ blogs interact in a SFW manner, as long as your blog isn't entirely/mostly NSFW

• I like Hazbin Hotel and 4-5 of my headmates are sourced there (some ppl have this on their DNI???)

• I'm dating Valentino from Hazbin Hotel. /srs

• I am against gatekeeping and exclusion.

• I welcome and support every kind of system, plurality, and multiplicity, including endos. I am part of a mixed-origin imagian plurality myself.

• I welcome and support factkin and factives. I am not one myself, but our plurality does have factives.

• I do not post or repost anything political on this blog, unless it is in reference to placekin.

• I don't participate in proship or radqueer discourse on this blog. Consider me neutral.

• I have no DNI. I cannot stop you from making that first interaction with me. If I strongly disagree with your views or you make me uncomfortable, I will just block you.

[mothysasks]

Welcome to my ask blog!

WIP post, will add later, will probably organize better later too

(Spoilers btw)

Below is information and rules:

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Rules (may add more later):

1: Please specify what AU you're referring to, and specify the character or characters you're talking about

2: Keep them SFW please

3: Please be respectful

4: I may not always draw something, it depends. It may come in character based chatting if in-character, or ooc talk. (side note: I don't do requests)

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Info about AUs and OCs below

AU: Heart of the Storm

First off is the Heart of the Storm AU, which I am still adding designs and characters to (and yes, it finally has a name after all this time lol). This is the home to my versions of the cannon characters, and several OCs, all with side plots to explore! If you want to ask someone specific, be sure to use their name, or characteristics, I will put their names below (and soon some character appearance to distinguish them)

Focus:

All cannon Slugcats

FP, LTTM, NSH and SRS (others are open, this is just what I usually focus on)

Scavenger Chief, pups and the tribe

Alternate Focus (OCs):

Slugcats: Valkyrie, Void Cursed, Pathfinder, Martial, Barbarian, Elder (this one is due for redesign)

Slugcat pups: Cheese, Kick, Scratchy, Lumi and Mori

Iterators: Withering Abyss, Horizon of Consciousness, IANLM/Endless Imagination, Blind Signal, Prayers in Solitude and Howling Tempest

Scavenger: Prince (possible others, but so far it's just him)

I'll include a post soon about the OCs themselves soon. Making images currently.

OCs (Iterators and purposed)

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AU: Wrath God (temp name maybe)

An offshoot AU of Heart of the Storm, based around Artificer's strong desire to take revenge on the Scavenger tribe on Five Pebbles' structure. Though with some careful research from a long distance friend, she discovers a way to annihilate the tribe completely with the help and teachings of Saint.

Focus:

Artificer, Saint, and the pups (unnamed currently)

Scavenger Chief, pups (also unnamed), possible other Scavengers, but unknown for now.

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AU: Rising from the Tides

During the collapse of Looks to the Moon, her systems were damaged terribly and some even destroyed. Her memories of people, what she is, where she is, and what exactly happened to her is gone. Despite this, she has faint, jumbled memories of Five Pebbles, though she doesn't know who he is exactly, just that he looks faintly like her. Aside from that, all she knows is that he is the reason for her collapse. Making some other connections and assumptions with her faint memories, she leaves the structure, believing the person doesn't know that she's still alive, and thinking about ways to fight them off in case they find out she survived. She spends a lot of her time trying to learn to survive in the world. Soon she discovers that she is "sick", which is what she assumes to be a poison or venom that the person from her memories gave her. In learning this, she actively seeks him out after a while. Though she believes she's poisoned, it's actually her primary structure slowly declining. (She is also unaware that she is actually the structure itself, not the puppet.) As well as this, some others outside send out a few overseers to check on her. Without communication to her, her puppet being missing, and just going off of the destroyed parts of the superstructure, she is declared as completely shut down. No one knows that she is alive for some time.

Focus:

Looks to the Moon, Five Pebbles, Seven Red Suns and No Significant Harassment

Others tba, this is a new AU, so I have no one specific yet.

[lordsooga]

For the oc ask, #2 for any/all of your ocs!! The voice claim one! I'm curious

2. describe your character's voice. do they have a voice claim?

Okay so I'm definitely the wrong person to do a voice claim thing XD I never know people or their voices well enough to think of any. Maybe @chaozrael has any??? Help???

As for what their voices sound like hmmm....

Kohga (Sr.): Most of the time a sort of gravelly/husky voice that would teeter on the boarder between something teasing and something sinister. And he can very much tip the scales to something deeper and more threatening. Also a very booming voice, you've gotta command attention as Master Kohga, and this dude does not have an inside voice. (Okay I gotta admit, recently a couple of zelda VA's actually read a couple of Kohga's lines, and while I think I have a different voice in mind it was still insanely cool, and I think I should draw or animate a little thing to go with the lines they read)

Greg: The most bog standard man voice you can envision. What pops into your head first when you hear "middle-aged man? Yeah, that.

Naga: I think we described it in the fic before as a voice that sounds like its coming from a broken record, being off-putting and disjointed. They are definitely the ones speaking these words, and technically everything is said correctly but the timing and cadence is just a little off. Like, you know those birds that are really good at mimicking people's voices but you can still tell its not a person saying it? Like that. Also might hear some clicks and hisses and other various Noises from them.

Kara: I think she'd sound full and boisterous and cheerful, but gentler when she needs to be. Turns on the "you're in trouble" teacher/mom voice that will work on anyone.

Gauze: You KNOW this man's not taken care of himself, and you can hear it in his voice. Rough, scratchy, and thick like he hasn't slept in a week because he hasn't. Perpetually sounds like he's just on the verge of getting sick.

Shok: You know what, fuck it. When I did his ref his body was based on mine so I think he'd sound similar to me. But sweeter in a genuine way, melodic, and less monotone. As for what I sound like? I do not know.

Hiran: He's HUGE. I think his voice has to be deep just based on size alone. But surprisingly gentle and quiet. He CAN project his voice if he needs to, he used to teach a bunch of teenagers after all. But in general very measured and calming to listen to.

Maro: Yappy little dog bark bark bark

Kohga (Sr. Sr.): I think Kohga gets the threatening, gravelly voice from her. Deeper and a bit androgynous. But if she's screaming it gets higher and shriller.

[evodevo-geekmonkey]

Aaaaand I just realized why his name is Sr. Scratchy 🤦‍♀️

[hara-hana]

For linen, I love Fabric-Store.com. All their linen is not scratchy, and their doggy bag/remnant sales are great.

If you are anywhere near Minneapolis, go to SR Harris. They don't ship but they have tons of natural fiber fabric for damn good prices and you're saving fashion fabric from a landfill.

So my sister wants to start sewing more, because

a. She’s 5′ 11″ and can never find pants long enough for her legs or shirts long enough for her arms.

b. She hates synthetic fibers as much as I do and it’s difficult to find natural fiber clothes that aren’t made of cotton

c. She’s a biologist and would physically fistfight microplastics if given half a chance

So her gift from mom and dad for her birthday was a sewing machine. Not a super expensive one but a good solid serviceable one.

And recently she asked “So where do I GET wool or linen and thread that isn’t polyester” and mom was like ‘go ask your sister’

And I, of course, crashed into the group text like “GET A PEN I HAVE WEBSITES FOR U” and honestly I’m thrilled about this

[eugene114]

ir·ri·ta·ble  [’irədəb(ə)l] ADJECTIVE

having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed or made angry:  irritable

SIMILAR: bad tempered  irascible tetchy testy touchy scratchy grumpy grouchy moody crotchety   cantankerous curmudgeonly ill-tempered ill-natured                  illhumored peevish cross fractious disagreeable pettish crabbed crabby waspish prickly peppery crusty splenetic shrewish short-tempered        hot-tempered quick-tempered dyspeptic choleric bilious liverish cross-grained in a (bad) mood having gotten up on the wrong side of the bed   as cross as two sticks

#1 Flies, Irritants, What Ticks You Off? (rate this sermon) | 1,912 views

Contributed by Wade Martin Hughes, Sr on Jun 27, 2020

Scripture: Ecclesiastes 10:1, 2 Corinthians 4:16-18, Philippians 4:11-13

Denomination: Assembly Of God

Summary: Do little things tick you off? What irritates you will tell a lot about you. This is part one, I use a fly swatter and rubber flies. We will address dead flies in the ointment in#1 and #2.

# 1 IRRITATION, SHOW ME WHAT TICKS YOU OFF?

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By Wade Martin Hughes, Sr. Kyfingers@aol.com (Two parts)

I have a fly swatter and I am constantly swinging it to the point of frustration. I also have several rubber flies.

I would like to thank Phil Walton for the fodder for this lesson. Thank you Phil.

HAVE YOU EVER FOUND OUT HOW IRRITATING AND FRUSTRATING A FLY CAN BE?

FLY: a two winged, six legged insect. Goes through complete metamorphosis, egg, larva (maggot, will eat on anything), adult fly. Flies often travel in groups we call: SWARMS. * Irritate: aggravation, frustration, causing trouble, difficult, to provoke impatience, anger or to displease; annoy, bother, bug, often by repeated acts, quick brief attacks, source of vexation, nuisance.

Ecclesiastes 10:1 Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth a stinking savour: so doth a little folly him that is in reputation for wisdom and honour. (To be addressed in part #2)

YOU DON’T KNOW HOW BAD LIFE CAN BE? I HAVE A ROUGH TIME? THE DEVIL IS ALWAYS ON MY BACK? LIFE AT BEST IS LUMPY?

HEY, ARE YOU HAVING A GOOD DAY? Me: A GOOD DAY? What shall I say? I have a FLY SWATTER in my hand. These flies are a BIG IRRITATION TO ME? Swing the fly swatter? Get away from me you stupid fly! Swing the fly swatter? Good day? How can I have a good day with all these little irritations? Swing the fly swatter? LITTLE FLIES CAUSE ME TO LOSE MY FOCUS ON WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON? Swing the fly swatter? These little flies are such an IRRITATION? Swing the fly swatter? HOW CAN I HAVE A GOOD DAY WITH THESE CONSTANT LITTLE IRRITATIONS? IN MY BATTLE OF AGGRAVATION I FACE WITH THE FLIES, I LOSE MY PERSPECTIVE?

2 Corinthians 4:16 For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day. 17. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; 18 While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

WHAT IS IMPORTANT TO ME? AM I FOCUSING ON MY LITTLE AGGRAVATIONS AND IRRITATIONS? IS THIS FLY MY REAL PROBLEM? Is this an external or internal problem? HAVING A GOOD DAY? The flies are stealing my internal joy?

Am I focusing on the TEMPORAL or on the ETERNAL? FOR OUR AFFLICTIONS ARE LIGHT?

Wait a minute, what about the 2 hour wait for the oil change? $54? The yellow engine light came on… What about the $378 Chevy repair? I didn’t even know I had intake and exhaust CAMSHAFT SOLENOIDS? By the way, do you think I made God mad and he is punishing me? BY THE WAY, ARE WE FOCUSING WRONG? WHAT WE SEE AS A HUGE PROBLEM MAKES US THINK WE WILL JUST THROW IN THE TOWEL AND QUIT? IS THIS A QUITTING PROBLEM? OR IS THIS A LIGHT AFFLICTION? IS THIS A FLY IRRITATING ME? OR IS THIS A REAL PROBLEM? Show me what ticks you off and I will tell you what makes you tick!

AM I HAVING A GOOD DAY? LET US ASK PAUL IF LIFE CAN BECOME LUMPY? HOW ABOUT FLIES? IS THIS AN IRRITATION OR A BIG PROBLEM? PAUL EXPLAINS THE DIFFERENCES IN IRRITANTS AND REAL PROBLEMS… LISTEN TO REAL PROBLEMS?

2 Corinthians 11:23 Are they ministers of Christ? (I speak as a fool) I am more; in labours more abundant, in stripes above measure, in prisons more frequent, in deaths oft. 24 Of the Jews five times received I forty stripes save one.

25 Thrice was I beaten with rods, once was I stoned, thrice I suffered shipwreck, a night and a day I have been in the deep; 26 In journeyings often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils by mine own countrymen, in perils by the heathen, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren; 27 In weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness.

PAUL HAVE YOU FACED THEM IRRITATING BITING FLIES?

• 1. Beaten with many stripes. 2. Locked up prison.

• 3. Left for death. 4. 235 stripes with a whip.

• 5. 3 times beat with a rod. 6. Stoned to death.

• 7. 3 times ship wrecked. 8. Almost drowned.

• 9. Robbed by cruel men. 10. In trouble by my own.

• 11. In trouble by heathen and strangers. 12. In perils in the wilderness.

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Scriptures: 1 Peter 4:12, 2 Corinthians 11:23, 2 Corinthians 4:16, 2 Corinthians 4:16-18, Acts 9:15, Ecclesiastes 10:1, James 1:2, Philippians 4:11, Philippians 4:11-13, Psalm 118:24

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