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agentrouka-blog · 5 years ago

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Sweet Lady - a Sansa key phrase

The wonderful @esther-dot was so kind as to introduce me to the precious resource that is asearchoficeandfire.com and I have been down a rabbit hole ever since. Or more so than usual. (As far as quarantine with toddlers and work, both, allow me, anyway.) It's marvelous for letting you do unfocused word combinations, which really does wonders for finding text parallels and such. But that is a post for another day.

It did inspire me to search all my book files for an exact phrase, though. "Sweet Lady". It doesn't count all the other instances for sweet, lady, my sweet, sweet queen, sweet XYZ, sweetling or what have you. We already know that "sweet" can be a code for falseness. So I didn't want to confuse the issue. Only the exact phrase. "Sweet Lady". It's enlightening.

There are 23 instances in all 5 books, the TWOW sample chapters and all the other searchable publications. They appear as follows:

Sansa: 9 (3 x Joffrey, 1 x Ser Loras, 4 x Dontos ("Florian"), 1 x Marillion)

Catelyn: 5 times (3 x Varys, 2 x Petyr Baelish)

Jonquil: 1 (Florian the Fool, "The Hedge Knight")

Lysa: 2 (1 x Morton Waynwood, 1 x Marillion)

Shae: 2 (1 x Varys, 1 x Symon Silver Tongue, ironic)

A mare: 1 (Jon, soothing a mare, about to betray the Watch)

Daenerys: 1 (Hizdahr, her "loyal" husband)

Asha: 1 (Quarl the maid, murky lover)

Lady Taena Merryweather: 1 (sneaked in, traitorous lover to Cersei - Everything there a big spotlight for Political!Jon and such, btw.)

To make it short, the phrase is a direct reference to Sansa. 9 direct references, 10 if you account for the fact that Sansa = Jonquil. (22 Jonquil mentions in all searchable publications, only 5 are not in Sansa's chapters: Jaime referencing the song or the puppetry in The Hedge Knight. Sansa is Jonquil. Case closed.) The rest of the usage concerns foils, mirrors or other characters deeply connected to her. It's a spotlight for Sansa.

In most instances, it is a marker for erroneous or "false" knights (Dontos, Florian, Loras, Waynwood), or "false" Ladies (Shae,Taena Merryweather, Alayne), immoral singers (Symon, Marillion), rape (Marillion), Rescue (Sansa/Alayne and Tanselle), political scheming (Cat, Varys, Littlefinger, Lady Merryweather and Cersei) and betrayal (ALL of them, save the true Florian and Jonquil). Also, curiously, the injury of hands. (Symon, Marillion, Catelyn, Jon, Tanselle the Jonquil puppeteer).

So now that we do know that when the phrase shows up, it's a marker for Sansa and that what surrounds it concerns Sansa, let's look at when it's used to see if we recognize anything or if it reminds us of anything. (This is where the rabbit hole comes in because there's a jumping off point for more references in almost every example.

First Mention: Sansa I, AGOT

“Leave her alone,” Joffrey said. He stood over her, beautiful in blue wool and black leather, his golden curls shining in the sun like a crown. He gave her his hand, drew her to her feet. “What is it, sweet lady? Why are you afraid? No one will hurt you. Put away your swords, all of you. The wolf is her little pet (!), that’s all.” He looked at Sandor Clegane. “And you, dog, away with you, you’re scaring my betrothed.”

The Hound, ever faithful, bowed and slid away quietly through the press. Sansa struggled to steady herself. She felt like such a fool. She was a Stark of Winterfell, a noble lady, and someday she would be a queen. “It was not him, my sweet prince,” she tried to explain. “It was the other one.”

The two stranger knights exchanged a look. “Payne?” chuckled the young man in the green armor. The older man in white spoke to Sansa gently. “Ofttimes Ser Ilyn frightens me as well, sweet lady. He has a fearsome aspect.”

Payne, the mute. Who else is mute? Ghost. A fearsome wolf pet. Where have we heard the word "pet" before… Oh, Right. ASOS.

“The good woman at the brazier,” Mance Rayder went on, “is Dalla.” The pregnant woman smiled shyly. “Treat her like you would any queen, she is carrying my child.” He turned to the last two. “This beauty is her sister Val. Young Jarl beside her is her latest pet.”

“I am no man’s pet,” said Jarl, dark and fierce.

“And Val’s no man,” white-bearded Tormund snorted. “You ought to have noticed that by now, lad.”

Aaaand...

Jarl was with the Magnar; Mance had given them the joint command. Styr was none too pleased by that, Jon had noted early on. Mance Rayder had called the dark youth a “pet” of Val, who was sister to Dalla, his own queen, which made Jarl a sort of good brother once removed to the King-beyond-the-Wall.

And isn't that some precious phrasing. A "good brother" once, removed.

Contrast Dany, ADWD:

“What, o’ the queen’s little pets?” Brown Ben’s eyes crinkled in amusement. The grizzled captain of the Second Sons was a creature of the free companies, a mongrel with the blood of a dozen different peoples flowing through his veins, but he had always been fond of the dragons, and them of him.

“Pets?” screeched Reznak. “Monsters, rather. Monsters that feed on children. We cannot —”

“Silence,” said Daenerys. “We will not speak of that.”

So the Sweet Lady will have a pet wolf, literally and figuratively. *wink*

But on to other "Sweet Lady" instances. Two involving Catelyn:

AGOT, Catelyn:

“How could you know all that?”

“The whisperings of little birds,” Varys said, smiling. “I know things, sweet lady. That is the nature of my service.” He shrugged. “You do have the dagger with you, yes?”

Catelyn pulled it out from beneath her cloak and threw it down on the table in front of him. “Here. Perhaps your little birds will whisper the name of the man it belongs to.”

AGOT, Eddard:

Littlefinger smiled. “Leave Lord Varys to me, sweet lady. If you will permit me a small obscenity—and where better for it than here—I hold the man’s balls in the palm of my hand.” He cupped his fingers, smiling. “Or would, if he were a man, or had any balls. You see, if the pie is opened, the birds begin to sing, and Varys would not like that. Were I you, I would worry more about the Lannisters and less about the eunuch.”

We know who the Little Bird is (Sansa), so here we know our Sweet Lady will spill important Secrets to the vast dismay of some people.

Now for some sweetness in AGOT. Jon's foils Loras and Joffrey lay it on thick:

To the other maidens he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. “Sweet lady,” he said, “no victory is half so beautiful as you.” Sansa took the flower timidly, struck dumb by his gallantry. His hair was a mass of lazy brown curls, his eyes like liquid gold. She inhaled the sweet fragrance of the rose and sat clutching it long after Ser Loras had ridden off.

Awww. So sweet, so fake.

Instead Joffrey smiled and kissed her hand, handsome and gallant as any prince in the songs, and said, “Ser Loras has a keen eye for beauty, sweet lady.”

Actually, we know Jon IS a visual creature. (Natural landscapes, handsome Kingslayers, Radiant Sisters, lovely Val, etc etc etc.) But we digress.

The mare whickered softly as Jon Snow tightened the cinch. “Easy, sweet lady,” he said in a soft voice, quieting her with a touch. Wind whispered through the stable, a cold dead breath on his face, but Jon paid it no mind. He strapped his roll to the saddle, his scarred fingers stiff and clumsy. “Ghost,” he called softly, “to me.” And the wolf was there, eyes like embers.

Jon is probably the only one outside of Florian the actual puppet fool to use the phrase honestly. Jon of the fool references is Florian to Sansa's Jonquil. Brienne is the True Knight she prays for, the Galladon, but Jon is the Florian, the fool knight. Also, "The wolf was there." Jon and Ghost will be a calming, gentle, protective presence in Sansa's life. Also "mare" is an occasional marker for Sansa.

Now for something else:

ACOK, Tyrion:

Varys glanced at Shae. “My lord, must we trouble your sweet lady’s sleep with such grim and bloody talk?”

“A lady might be afraid,” said Shae, “but I’m not.”

(ASOS, Tyrion:)

“You shall rise again, I am sure. A man like you. My sweet lady Shae tells me you are newly wed. Would that you had sent for me earlier. I should have been honored to sing at your feast.”

“The last thing my wife needs is more songs,” said Tyrion. “As for Shae, we both know she is no lady, and I would thank you never to speak her name aloud.”

Which all seems to lead to:

(AFFC, Alayne)

Up here where the slope was steepest, the steps wound back and forth rather than plunging straight down. Sansa Stark went up the mountain, but Alayne Stone is coming down. It was a strange thought. Coming up, Mya had warned her to keep her eyes on the path ahead, she remembered. “Look up, not down,” she said … but that was not possible on the descent. I could close my eyes. The mule knows the way, he has no need of me. But that seemed more something Sansa would have done, that frightened girl. Alayne was an older woman, and bastard brave.

and...

“Unhand me. You forget yourself.”

“Mercy. I have been singing love songs for hours. My blood is stirred. And yours, I know … there’s no wench half so lusty as one bastard born. Are you wet for me?”

“I’m a maiden,” she protested.

“Truly? Oh, Alayne, Alayne, my fair maid, give me the gift of your innocence. You will thank the gods you did. I’ll have you singing louder than the Lady Lysa.”

Sansa jerked away from him, frightened. “If you don’t leave me, my au—my father will hang you. Lord Petyr.”

“Littlefinger?” He chuckled. “Lady Lysa loves me well, and I am Lord Robert’s favorite. If your father offends me, I will destroy him with a verse.” He put a hand on her breast, and squeezed. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes. You wouldn’t want them ripped, I know. Come, sweet lady, heed your heart—”

Sansa heard the soft sound of steel on leather. “Singer,” a rough voice said, “best go, if you want to sing again.” The light was dim, but she saw a faint glimmer of a blade.

The singer saw it too. “Find your own wench—” The knife flashed, and he cried out. “You cut me!”

“I’ll do worse, if you don’t go.” And quick as that, Marillion was gone.

There's a lot in this. There is yet another averted rape attempt, complete with rescue by a knight. (Lothor Brune.) Then, we have the implication that Sansa's virtue will be compromised ("Truly?" - Potentially by something horrible like on the show. The TWOW "Mercy" sample chapter is one big red flag.) and then we have the foreshadowing of Sansa losing her "innocence" by becoming a bad singer, a liar like Lysa, as we know she will when she lies about her death, or by "singing" loudly of secrets. Songs have the power to preserve and destroy, we learn, and Sansa will have to learn to weild that power benevolently. The fact that she is saved here, tells us that she will be "saved" from moral failure, as well.

Randomly, Marillion's Trial in AFFC:

“If I had eyes I should weep.” The singer’s voice, so strong and sure by night, was cracked and whispery now. “I loved her so, I could not bear to see her in another’s arms, to know she shared his bed. I meant no harm to my sweet lady, I swear it. I barred the door so no one could disturb us whilst I declared my passion, but Lady Lysa was so cold … when she told that she was carrying Lord Petyr’s child, a … a madness seized me …”

It may mean something, or it may not. But Sansa has a lot of bastard foreshadowing. Other characters have "madness" foreshadowing. And a history of miscarriages.

For something darker:

ADWD, The Wayward Bride (Asha)

A shy smile, strong arms, clever fingers, and two sure swords. What more could any woman want? She would have married Qarl, and gladly, but she was Lord Balon’s daughter and he was common-born, the grandson of a thrall. Too lowborn for me to wed, but not too low for me to suck his cock. Drunk, smiling, she crawled beneath the furs and took him in her mouth. Qarl stirred in his sleep, and after a moment he began to stiffen. By the time she had him hard again, he was awake and she was wet. Asha draped the furs across her bare shoulders and mounted him, drawing him so deep inside her that she could not tell who had the cock and who the cunt. This time the two of them reached their peak together.

“My sweet lady,” he murmured after, in a voice still thick with sleep. “My sweet queen.”

No, Asha thought, I am no queen, nor shall I ever be. “Go back to sleep.” She kissed his cheek, padded across Galbart Glover’s bedchamber, and threw the shutters open. The moon was almost full, the night so clear that she could see the mountains, their peaks crowned with snow. Cold and bleak and inhospitable, but beautiful in the moonlight.

Their summits glimmered pale and jagged as a row of sharpened teeth. The foothills and the smaller peaks were lost in shadow.

At first glance this could be sweet-ish, but the surrounding imagery is kind of sinister and I get reminded of two other things:

Lysa describing her rape of Petyr (Sansa, ASOS):

...and Petyr tried to kiss your mother, only she pushed him away. She laughed at him. He looked so wounded I thought my heart would burst, and afterward he drank until he passed out at the table. (…) That was the night I stole up to his bed to give him comfort. I bled, but it was the sweetest hurt. He told me he loved me then, but he called me Cat, just before he fell back to sleep. Even so, I stayed with him until the sky began to lighten.

And Cersei's wedding night with Robert, (Eddard, AGOT)

Her eyes burned, green fire in the dusk, like the lioness that was her sigil. “The night of our wedding feast, the first time we shared a bed, he called me by your sister’s name. He was on top of me, in me, stinking of wine, and he whispered Lyanna.”

We already had a moment of deeply screwed up consent for Jon during his first time with Ygritte. Suddenly, the scene when Dany asks Jon if he's drunk on the show in 8x04 after the victory feast and then pushes him for sex seems even more sinister. Lysa's rape of Petyr ended in pregnancy. I hope I am wrong about this!

Lastly, this is from The Hedge Knight. "Florian and Jonquil" are being destroyed, i.e. Sansa's very favorite song is getting viciously attacked, her romantic dreams put to the torch. If my horrible suspicion is true, Sansa will live some aspect of her Ramsey storyline, if not with Ramsey, then with someone else. This following Scene festuring Duncan the fake knight and Tanselle, the tall girl playing Jonquil's puppet, however, is very reminiscent of Jon's final encounter with Ramsey. No?

The puppeteer's stall had been knocked on its side. The fat Dornishwoman was on the ground weeping.

One man-at-arms was dangling the puppets of Florian and Jonquil from his hands as another set them afire with a torch. Three more men were opening chests, spilling more puppets on the ground and stamping on them. The dragon puppet was scattered all about them, a broken wing here, its head there, its tail in three pieces. And in the midst of it all stood Prince Aerion, resplendent in a red velvet doublet with long dagged sleeves, twisting Tanselle's arm in both hands. She was on her knees, pleading with him. Aerion ignored her. He forced open her hand and seized one of her fingers. Dunk stood there stupidly, not quite believing what he saw. Then he heard a crack, and Tanselle screamed.

One of Aerion's men tried to grab him, and went flying. Three long strides, then Dunk grabbed the prince's shoulder and wrenched him around hard. His sword and dagger were forgotten, along with everything the old man had ever taught him. His fist knocked Aerion off his feet, and the toe of his boot slammed into the prince's belly. When Aerion went for his knife, Dunk stepped on his wrist and then kicked him again, right in the mouth. He might have kicked him to death right then and there, but the princeling's men swarmed over him.

So the wolf pet/lover will curbstomp her attacker in some way shape or form.

Damn. To cheer us, let's look at some Dontos/Florian from ACOK, Sansa:

“I will,” she said. “Tell me who sent you.”

“No one, sweet lady. I swear it on my honor as a knight.”

“A knight?” Joffrey had decreed that he was to be a knight no longer, only a fool, lower even than Moon Boy. “I prayed to the gods for a knight to come save me,” she said. “I prayed and prayed. Why would they send me a drunken old fool?”

“I deserve that, though . . . I know it’s queer, but . . . all those years I was a knight, I was truly a fool, and now that I am a fool I think . . . I think I may find it in me to be a knight again, sweet lady. And all because of you . . . your grace, your courage. You saved me, not only from Joffrey, but from myself.” His voice dropped. “The singers say there was another fool once who was the greatest knight of all . . .”

“Florian,” Sansa whispered. A shiver went through her.

“Sweet lady, I would be your Florian,” Dontos said humbly, falling to his knees before her.

Slowly, Sansa lowered the knife. Her head seemed terribly light, as if she were floating. This is madness, to trust myself to this drunkard, but if I turn away will the chance ever come again? “How . . . how would you do it? Get me away?”

Ser Dontos raised his face to her. “Taking you from the castle, that will be the hardest. Once you’re out, there are ships that would take you home. I’d need to find the coin and make the arrangements, that’s all.”

“Could we go now?” she asked, hardly daring to hope.

“This very night? No, my lady, I fear not. First I must find a sure way to get you from the castle when the hour is ripe. It will not be easy, nor quick. They watch me as well.” He licked his lips nervously. “Will you put away your blade?”

Sansa slipped the knife beneath her cloak. “Rise, ser.”

“Thank you, sweet lady.” Ser Dontos lurched clumsily to his feet, and brushed earth and leaves from his knees. “Your lord father was as true a man as the realm has ever known, but I stood by and let them slay him. I said nothing, did nothing . . . and yet, when Joffrey would have slain me, you spoke up. Lady, I have never been a hero, no Ryam Redwyne or Barristan the Bold. I’ve won no tourneys, no renown in war . . . but I was a knight once, and you have helped me remember what that meant. My life is a poor thing, but it is yours.” Ser Dontos placed a hand on the gnarled bole of the heart tree. He was shaking, she saw. “I vow, with your father’s gods as witness, that I shall send you home.”

He swore. A solemn oath, before the gods. “Then . . . I will put myself in your hands, ser. But how will I know, when it is time to go? Will you send me another note?”

Ser Dontos glanced about anxiously. “The risk is too great. You must come here, to the godswood. As often as you can. This is the safest place. The only safe place. Nowhere else. Not in your chambers nor mine nor on the steps nor in the yard, even if it seems we are alone. The stones have ears in the Red Keep, and only here may we talk freely.”

“Only here,” Sansa said. “I’ll remember.”

“And if I should seem cruel or mocking or indifferent when men are watching, forgive me, child. I have a role to play, and you must do the same. One misstep and our heads will adorn the walls as did your father’s.”

She nodded. “I understand.”

“You will need to be brave and strong . . . and patient, patient above all.”

“I will be,” she promised, “but . . . please . . . make it as soon as you can. I’m afraid . . .”

“So am I,” Ser Dontos said, smiling wanly. “And now you must go, before you are missed.”

“You will not come with me?”

“Better if we are never seen together.”

Nodding, Sansa took a step . . . then spun back, nervous, and softly laid a kiss on his cheek, her eyes closed. “My Florian,” she whispered. “The gods heard my prayer.”

And just to add some sweet speculation…

Jon, ASOS:

If I could show her Winterfell … give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us.

I'm such a hopeful fool for these two.

#Jonsa #asoiaf #asoiaf speculation #jon snow #sansa stark

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gothicpoets · 4 years ago

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babysackville · 4 years ago

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Thursday 7th July 1831

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Fahrenheit 72° ½ at 9 ¼ and very sunny morning - very bib[?]y inclined - Mrs. Anne had called for me at 8 ½ - breakfast at 9 40/.. before 11 went into Mrs. Anne and Miss. Gage and sat ½ hour with them in afterwards wrote the following note to Mr Lawton the proctor of further instruction for my will - ‘Sir it is so desirable (dated at the top ‘Micklegate Thursday 7 July 1831’) to keep the will as ‘clear as possible, perhaps it will be best to give the annuity as well as the legacies by codicil - I am anxious ‘to provide that the mansion house (Shibden hall) should not be let, but kept in good and sufficient repair and occupied for the people by such servants as the executors shall think fit - the executors should always have a discretionary power to make what allowance they think fit, but not at any time exceeding three hundred a year 1 for the education of the heir apparent to the property –

I wish to bar the opening of any new coal mines or stone-quarries, and selling any privileges respecting the loosing or getting any beds or veins of coal not belonging to the estate, and to bar the cutting down of all timber except such as in the estimation of an experienced woodsman, it may be necessary to remove for the good growth of the rest – Instead of leaving the reminder to the heir at law of the late uncle James Lister I particularly wish it to be left to the heir at law of my great grandfather James Lister of Shibden hall - tho’ I have only added to the length and difficulty of the building, I feel confident that you will manage it with all the skill and care required - I am sincerely, &c &c &c A Lister the executors to have five hundred pound each’ –

Had just written this note when letter 3 pages and the ends from my aunt (Shibden) dated yesterday - my father more poorly on Monday - Marian had sent for Mr. Sunderland - my father afterwards better on Wednesday ‘complains of being very weak, tho’ otherwise not ill, but is certainly thinner and appears very feeble, owning perhaps in part, to the heat of the weather’ - the back room turns out to be 2 feet lower than my aunt’s room - and Mallinson now finds he could make a fireplace in the room for £2 or £3 - my aunt begs me to write immediately and say whether I thought it had better be done or not - Immediately wrote a couple of pages begging her to write again to say how my father is and saying £2 but a trifling additional expense and think the fireplace had best be done - but Mallinson to begin as soon as possible and stick to the job never leave it till done - the idea which my aunt throws out of being 5 weeks over it instead of 5 days is fearful - that at all rates, must not be - mentioned having paid Horner £11.11.0 much less than I expected –

Then sat talking a little - Mrs. Duffin had as she has had almost every day since the arrival a bad headache - a few minutes before 1 Mr Duffin and set off (ordering the carriage to wait at Monk Bar) and walked to Bell’s Bridge street and ordered a stethoscope price to be 12/. - then in passing called and inquired after Mr. Henry Belcombe - not so well today and left with compliments and thanks the stethoscope Dr. Belcombe lent me on Tuesday - then went to say goodbye to Mr. and Miss. Belcombe and Mr. Duffin being amused kept me above ½ hour that it was 2 10/.. before we got to Monk Bar and I was off for Langton - musing as I drove along how times and I myself perhaps have changed.

Latterly 4 or 5 miles from Langton dozed a little and arrived at 4 ½ - found Mrs. Norcliffe and IN [Isabella Norcliffe] and Charlotte and little Thomas Norcliffe Mrs. Henry Robinson and her baby nine weeks old and Esther and Elizabeth Dalton from Croft - all well and looking so and glad to see me - dressed - dinner at 5 ½ sat long after dinner then coffee and IN [Isabella Norcliffe] went upstairs and had long tête-à-tête with IN [Isabella Norcliffe] in her room - Tea - the 2 Daltons played Esther on the piano Elizabeth on the harp - came up to bed at 11 - Charlotte some time with me in my room some time both before and after IN [Isabella Norcliffe] came - Mrs. Duffin quite wrong - IN [Isabella Norcliffe] had had no quarrel with old Mr. Vallance - best friends in the world - after Charlotte went one thing led to another and stood ½ undressed talking to IN [Isabella Norcliffe] - and we talked surely an hour or more after getting into bed

Left this morning with Mrs. Duffin my note for ‘Mr. Lawton, Proctor, Petergate’ and my letter for my aunt ‘Mrs. Lister Shibden hall Halifax’ Mrs. Anne told me yesterday I had been so agreeable I did not need being annoyed at having staid till their company came to dinner and her calling for me this morning was more than I expected on taking leave they both kissed me and had both talked as if more really friendly than usual if I was really in earnest and pushed the living with perhaps more unlikely things have happened than my succeeding I certainly think Mrs. Anne has no great dislike to me or my attentions said yesterday I would not give her her the little bone virgin from chatellerault it was not good enough thinking to myself should I be gallant enough to give her something better? very fine day - Fahrenheit 68° at 1 tonight –

(Diary reference: SH7MLE140085)

#1831 #july #Anne Lister #York #Langton #anne lister code breaker

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sakuradreamerz · 5 years ago

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( reply as muse talking )

► NAME ➭ “My real name...is Esther. But while in Nohr...and in Askr...I go by Claire.”

► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭ “Um...” (it depends on the verse!)

► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭ “Yes...”

► ARE YOU ANGRY? ➭ “I can be...at times...”

► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ “...they are...in the afterlife...”

⚡️ NINE FACTS!

► ‘BIRTH’ PLACE ➭ “The...Viridian Forests...in the country...or realm of Elossi.”

► HAIR COLOR ➭ “Um...pink? Or pale red?”

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► BIRTHDAY ➭ “My mother always said...that I was born...on the 11th day...of February.”

► MOOD ➭ “Tired...but calm.”

► GENDER ➭ “I am...female.”

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► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ “The...afternoon.”

⚡️ EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE!

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭ Her cheeks slowly turn pink... “M...maybe...”

► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ “...To be honest...I do not. In what I have seen...love comes from...the bonds we make...and time.”

► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭ “I’ve never...ended one...”

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► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ “...maybe...when I first...joined the Shepherds...”

► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ “...a couple...of times...”

► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ A gloom stirs in her heart at this question. “Yes...”

► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ➭ “...Sometimes, yes.”

⚡️FIVE PREFERENCES!

► SMILE OR EYES ➭ “...Eyes.”

► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ “...I’m fine...with both.”

► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ “...Neither.”

► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ “A Relationship...is preferred.”

⚡️ FAMILY!

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ “...My parents....have been dead...for a while, now. But...I still want...to be close to...any family I find...or have, myself.”

► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ “...You could...say that....” Considering she and her mother were forced to be nomads since she was very young, had to learn to survive on her own after a risen kill her mother, was kidnapped by slave traders (and rescued), physically abused by entitled co-workers without repercussions from their boss (King Garon), and fought in 2 separate wars, she often questions how she was still alive through through all of it.

► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ “...by myself, no.”

► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ “...in a sense...yes. My mother...was, too.”

⚡️ FRIENDS!

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ She shakes her head. “I cherish...all of my friends...”

► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ “Yes. We all have...been through a lot, together...even if...our pasts are different.”

► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ “....I don’t think....anyone does....”

► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ A smile forms on her face. “I have...made many...Laslow, Odin, Selena...Yuki, Yuka, Megan... Daedra, Joshua, Mark... Keaton, Marth, Flayn... Lyn, Eliwood, Azura... Hector, Alm, Felicia...Chrom, Lissa, Sharena...Prince Xander, Belmont, Ike....there are many more...I have met that I...a-also consider a friend...but...it would...take a while...to name everyone!”

#Headcanon #the mun speaks #Esther/Claire #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem fates #phew this took awhile!

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randomahsheadcanons · 6 years ago

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Random Mr. Gallant Headcanons

• These are just some random headcanons (ha, I see what you did there!) about everyone’s favorite masochistic gay hairstylist.

• First of all: “First Name Unknown” Gallant is an attention seeking whore and he’s proud of it.

• Michael can be busy doing some important antichrist business, Gallant will ALWAYS try to get his attention.

• He kinda just sits on his lap and wraps his arms around his neck.

• He’s like a cat sometimes.

• He’ll try to get Michael to stop working and give him some love, but he’ll act like he doesn’t give a shit if he refuses to.

• Michael: For the love of Satan, I already told you I can’t cuddle right now! I’m busy

• Gallant, crying his eyes out: Yeah, WHATEVER. It’s not like I actually wanted to cuddle with you anyway!

• But He Did Wanted It.

• Gallant is not a morning person at all.

• Unfortunately for him, everyone else in his life is a morning person.

• “Good morning, Gal-”

• “Shut the fuck up, Coco! I need at least three cups of coffee before I can interact with you”

• “Geez, who hurt you?”

• He might like to be humiliated during sex, but he needs so much praise and validation in real life.

• He can’t properly function without it.

• His hair was blonde and it used to be beautiful, but he Ruined It.

• For some reason, he refuses to tell people his first name.

• Or his middle name.

• Actually, he only told people his last name because they needed to call him SOMETHING.

• Anything other than “that bitch”.

• His nana never told him anything positive.

• Not a “congratulations” not a “you did a good job”, NOTHING.

• She just says shit like “at least you have a job” or “finally you’re doing something with your life”.

• He fucking hates Evie so much.

• However, she is very rich and he wants to get his hands on that sweet cash.

• That’s the only reason he tolerates her emotional abuse.

• Everyone has ambitions.

• Evie knows Gallant has a boyfriend, but she keeps introducing him to boring gay men.

• “No, thanks. I already got myself a daddy- a BOYFRIEND”

• So yeah, he likes being submissive in bed, but have you ever TRIED to get this bitch to do something in real life?

• He refuses to.

• He acts like a toddler whenever someone asks him to do something, no matter how easy it might be.

• “Could you please get me a glass of water?”

• “You can’t make me”

• “I’m just asking for water”

• “Go get it yourself”

• “You’re so childish!”

• “No, YOU”

• “Are you seriously just gonna sit there and-”

• *gets up* “I’m not sitting, I’m STANDING”

• He’s doesn’t really know how to cook.

• But he’s used to eating some fancy shit like shrimp, lobster or BISQUE.

• Sometimes his dinner is just a bottle of wine.

• Or the heart and blood of a rich pedophilic priest.

• Is pedophilic even a word? I don’t think so.

• His personality is something between a depressive, gay old man and a bratty, easily distracted child.

• He’s obsessed with jewelry.

• Like, he doesn’t even care if it’s expensive, he just wants to know if it’s shiny.

• On family gatherings, he’s that one tired gay who casually sips his mimosa and waits for the whole thing to blow up.

• “Some men just want to watch the world burn”

• He hates everyone in his family, so he won’t hesitate on calling them out on their bullshit.

• “I heard you have a… boyfriend, I thought you were done with that phase”

• “I heard you got divorced again. Gee, aunt Esther, I thought you were done with THAT phase”

• His entire family is just a bunch of judgemental old white people.

• And he’s a huge disappointment to them.

• That’s part of the reason why Gallant is so insecure, but he tries to act like he’s not.

• He also hates his birthday for some reason.

• People bring him gifts and he just pretends it’s not his birthday.

• Coco always gets him something, even though he begs her not to give him anything.

• “Hey, Gal. Happy birthday!”

• “So you’re just gonna bring me a birthday gift to my birthday, to my birthday party, on my birthday, with a birthday gift?”

• “…happy birthday?”

• “BITCH-”

• He’s actually kind of perfectionist when it comes to his work.

• Of course he doesn’t want to be the person who ruined someone’s hair.

• And he’s not just extremely perfectionist with his own work, he criticizes other people’s work all the time.

• Especially when they work for him, they’re not allowed to fuck anything up.

• He’s like Gordon Ramsay, but instead of food, he’s an expert in hair.

• “Holy shit, Mason! I’d rather SELL MY ASS TO SATAN than put you in charge of ANYTHING ever in your pathetic, miserable life!”

• “Stacy, you fucking whore, you better get the FUCK out of my salon right now if you don’t want me to kick your sorry ass all the way to New Jersey!”

• “Oh, please, Tessa… you dumb slut. You wouldn’t know what a fishtail braid is even if I STRANGLED YOU WITH ONE”

• He definitely loves musicals.

• Especially High School Musical because he’s That Bitch.

• He forces Michael to watch the movies with him and he also managed to convince him to watch Teen Beach Movie.

• Gallant and Coco perform Bop To The Top in the living room SO MANY TIMES!

• And of course they forced Mallory and Michael to watch.

• “What the actual FUCK are they doing?”

• “Just keep smiling and clapping, it’ll be over soon”

• In conclusion, Gallant is a bitch, but we love him anyway.

#mr gallant #michael x gallant #galangdon #american horror story #ahs #ahs headcanons #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #coco st. pierre vanderbilt #ahs mallory #mallory #random headcanons

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starryskylullaby · 6 years ago

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Character Traits (tagged by: @sunrisenfool !!💙💙 ) Headcanon Prompt Repost & bold what applies to your muse

Muse: esther allegria

Tagging: @sunsetsorcerer , @yesslenderspawn , @hydrangeadreamer , @helianthusmage, @froyofam , @apothecaryremedies , @lemlynx , and anybody else who wants to!! ; w;

#apprentice esther #headcanons #tag game

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ryujinzs · 6 years ago

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desire, fic [s.s]

word count: 1.9K

pairing: sebastian stan x oc

warnings: age gap, sexual tension, bad writing.

last chap.

Next morning, the sound of the small river waves breaking on the rocks made Alexa awake. Slowly and gracefully, her body moved. Her eyes opened almost in slow motion, and she could see that it was already morning.

A smile curved his rosy lips as she remembered last night.

Sebastian and Alexa had an intense night where they had maximum intimate contact. If she concentrated a little more, she could feel Sebastian's hot, breathless breath on the back of her neck and the wet kisses scattered all over her body.

After that, the two continued in an intimate moment. They both dressed, exchanged a few kisses, but that was just it. Alexa's mother would wake up half an hour after a deep, heavy sleep with a smile on her face and happy to be in a great place with her daughter and her boyfriend.

Downstairs, Esther was making breakfast. Sebastian was sitting in one of the rustic wooden chairs as he watched her talk about some trips she had taken when she was fifteen, even before Alexa was born. As he talked to Esther, his gaze shifted randomly to the stairs and he saw a reflection, but when he stopped to examine what it was, his face warmed. Alexa was coming down the stairs with a pretty smile on her face and a flowered dress that reached the height of her thighs.

She opened a little shy smile and looked down as she saw the stupid and somewhat malicious smile on Sebastian's face. She ran to the mother on the stove preparing pancakes and kissed her cheek.

"Good morning, sweetie!" She laughed with her daughter's spontaneous happiness. "What that happiness for?"

"I don't know, I just have a good night of sleep." She smiled and sat in one of the chairs, facing Sebastian. "Good morning, Sebastian."

"Good morning, Alexa." He said and tried to hide a smile.

The girl was beaming and Sebastian couldn't take his eyes off her. Her skin glowed unevenly and he could feel the kisses she was giving her, or her soft hands touching his body. He couldn't forget last night. It stayed in his mind until the wee hours of the morning, and even if it sounded as wrong and disgusting as possible, he felt refreshed, well and even happy for the brief moment he had with Alexa.

Since discovering that Esther was her mother, his subconscious had already warned him that it would be almost impossible to live in the same place as her. That it'd be a hard and difficult game to be around someone so irresistible. Oh, and how irresistible she was. If the world were made only of sins, Alexa would be the queen of this world and well, he would be the king.

Between some glances and crooked smiles, Esther approached with breakfast and then after a night filled with lust, the two had coffee as if it were really a normal family, like tv commercials.

After breakfast, Esther let Alexa know they were going to have dinner at a local restaurant. Not just the two. But all three.

And even knowing that everything was heading down a wrong and vicious path she should not follow, her mind fooled her with lies, making her more convinced that this game she and Sebastian were playing would be good enough to satiate all her most insane desires of her wildest dreams.

At seven o'clock sharp, everyone was ready. Sebastian impatiently waited for Esther's daughter who was holding them all waiting. Esther was waiting in the car as she finished her final makeup, and Alexa finally finished, then passed the scarlet lipstick over her fleshy lips.

"Do you want more time? I mean, no one here is-" He was cut off as soon as Alexa's bare legs appeared at the top of the stairs, followed by a tight red dress. So tight it should be considered a second skin. But he couldn't help but notice how the color appreciated her skin and how she looked like an Olympia Goddess in such a simple outfit. "hurry..."

Alexa went downstairs and smiled almost naively, leaving Sebastian stunned.

"What were you saying?" She blinked like an innocent child and it made the man a little crazier.

"Do you want to drive me crazy?" He asked without looking away from her flashy lips.

"Did you like it?" She smiled as she wrapped her hands around her body. Sebastian looked up into Alexa's eyes and approached in one step, but enough to be inches apart.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't put on that dress just for me to take it off." He smiled devilishly, letting his charm affect Alexa in the lowest way.

But she smiled and moved away from him.

"But that won't happen." And he just watched her leave the house, leaving his eyes turned with such provocation.

The whole way to the restaurant, Sebastian peered at Alexa in the rearview mirror as the girl hummed a few songs from the radio. She knew he was watching her, so sometimes she made a point of teasing him, either by biting her lips slowly or crossing her arms, which left her breasts almost bouncing from the red dress. When he noticed Alexa's unexpected audacity, his eyes drifted slightly and fell on Esther, who kept talking and saying how happy she was with everything that was happening.

The restaurant wasn't anything fancy, but it was cosy and rustic as basically as the whole small town. The glass windows were panoramic and you could see the chandeliers and the lights outside. Esther held Sebastian's hand as they walked, meanwhile, Alexa was left behind seeing how distracted he looked.

They chose a table to sit on and as usual, Esther sat down next to Sebastian, leaving the front space free for her daughter. And something in Alexa's eyes was driving the man crazy. She looked so innocent but so devilish at the same time. It made him excited in every possible way.

The waiter approached, he should have about Alexa's age. A dark-haired boy, an athlete's body and a breathtaking smile. And the way he looked at the girl as soon as he saw her extraordinary beauty, was to make anyone dull. He choked on his own words as he wrote down the orders, and in a second he took his eyes off Alexa. Sebastian sat quietly, watching Alexa smile at the boy right there in front of him. And when he's about to leave, she bit her lip seductively, leaving the boy completely embarrassed.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" Esther asked quietly.

"It was no big deal." Alexa laughed awkwardly.

"He's very handsome, sweetheart."

"Hey!" Sebastian frowned, pretending to be offended.

"But I only have eyes for you, darling." She kissed Sebastian's lips and Alexa raised her eyebrows, visibly uncomfortable.

Sebastian noticed the discomfort and liked it. She was enjoying playing, so he would do the same, only worse.

Dinner was completely boring for Alexa. Esther and Sebastian kept talking about the relationship and leaving the poor girl behind. She had finished her dessert and was rummaging through the cherry on her chocolate cake. For the last time she allowed herself to hear Sebastian's passionate laugh and woke. She wanted to leave.

"I'll be right back."

"Where are you going? We're already leaving." Her mother asked with her hands on Sebastian's breastplate.

"Don't worry, I'll just go for a walk." She stood up and without looking back, left the restaurant.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she felt the breeze of the wind touch her skin, leaving all her hair bristling and her skin prickling. Alexa turned her heels and saw the same waiter as before in the back area of the restaurant, he was leaning against a car as he held a cigarette between his fingers. Cautiously she approached the boy, who hadn't noticed her presence.

"That's really bad, you know?" She said almost sternly, and he pulled away from the startled car. "Sorry."

"It's fine..." he smiled faintly. "You're all right? You don't look well."

"I am, but it would be better if you offered me a cigarette." She leaned against the car next to him and the smile on the boy's face only increased.

Alexa remembered the 90s cliché movies she was watching. There was always that boy protagonist, so beautiful that it made any girl fall in love with just a smile. And that boy was just like that.

He handed the cigarette that was on Alexa's fingers and she just smiled in thanks. As he swallowed the smoke, he watched the girl's perfectly drawn face. He was rather typical of a man who liked hunting and who could be a good gallant if he wanted to, but Alexa was surpassing all his expectations.

"May I know your name?"

"Maybe." She answered slowly and released the smoke stuck to her lips, which was fucking sexy in the boy's eyesight. "If you convince me, maybe I will." She glanced at him and bit her lip. The boy, already delighted enough to want to say anything, took Alexa's wrist and pulled her close. She smiled faintly, staring at the wet lips of the man in front of her.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds. Alexa swallowed again and stood on the edge of the heel to reach the boy's lips. And as in a perfectly erotic scene, she released the smoke between the boy's parted lips. He closed his eyes slowly and pulled Alexa by the waist. Their bodies collided and he didn't hesitate to touch the girl's lips with voracity and despair. The flirtations had worked, and he'd managed to get Alexa's attention.

The sweet, unknown taste of the boy's lips made her lose her senses. Nicotine mixed with a little taste of mint was like the infallible blend, as in the clichés movies of the 1990s.

While the two were stuck together, Sebastian appeared and when he saw the scene before his eyes, his stomach filled with anger. Alexa could be a damn provocateur when she wanted to, and now she got him pissed off.

"Alexa." he said as dryly as possible. She pulled away from the boy and dropped the cigarette that was between her fingers. "Your mother is looking for you."

Alexa glanced quickly at Sebastian and at the boy. He just ran his hand over his lips and she walked away, as if she had done nothing wrong. Before even passing Sebastian, the boy who had kissed entered the restaurant and that was enough for the already angry man to hold the younger by the arm.

"What is this?" She changed her tone.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked with raised eyebrows and angry eyes. Sebastian's body almost touched hers, in that she could feel the heat emanating from him. Alexa bit her lip and looked into Sebastian's face. His beard was growing and his hair too and it made him incredibly sexy. "This little fucking game won't work for me."

"Holy shit, you're so hot." she whispered just so he could hear. Sebastian approached just to see if he was listening well. "You have no idea how wet I am now just to see you angry with me." She chuckled and shoved him away with one hand. "There are no games, Sebastian. There's only desire."

He saw her walk to the car that was parked across the parking lot and found himself slightly aroused and hard between dirty words of the girl he longed for.

“Fuck.” That’s all he said.

#desire fic #desire #Sebastian Stan #sebstan #sebastian stan x oc #imagines sebastian stan #imagines #my writing #sebastian stan imagines #sebastian stan smut #sorry it's a mess

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sakuradreamerz · 7 years ago

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Claire was careful not to tip over the prince once she followed suit, gently holding his hand before the two started walking. She had to protect him...she didn’t want anything to happen to him before they found his mother or father.

- - -

Keeping pace with the Prince, the messenger tries to think of where to go.

Perhaps they could look in the places his parents usually resided? Or maybe...

“Do you remember...where your mother or father...said where they...would be, today?”

Seeing Siegbert teary eyed made the messenger’s heart hurt. There was no way in any hells she was leaving him alone. What if he got hurt or lost in this state?

…His mother?

…yeah. Perhaps Daedra could help.

“We’ll find her…don’t worry.”

She held out a hand to the small Prince. “Can you…can you stand?”

“Y-Yes,” he replied, his eyes glued to the floor. He knew he wasn’t supposed to go off with strangers, but…what other choice did he have? And she seemed kind. Maybe she really did want to help.

So, he rose to his feet and took the woman’s hand.

#Esther/Claire #Siegbert #OC #canon #RP #Nohr #fire emblem fates #gallant gained

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sonofhistory · 7 years ago

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Did John Adams ever have any romantic/sexual relationships with other people before/during/after his marriage to Abigail?

John Adams showed interest towards women when he was at Harvard college. At an elderly age, Adams would one day write that he was “of an amorous disposition” and from as early as ten or eleven years of age had been “very fond of the society of females.” He later insisted:

“I had my favorites among the young women and spent many of my evenings in their company and this disposition although controlled for seven years after my entrance into college, returned and engaged me too much ‘till I was married. I shall draw no characters nor give any enumeration of my youthful flames. It would be considered as all modest and virtuous girls and always maintained that character though life. No virgin or matron ever had cause to blush at the sight of me, or to regret her acquaintance with me. No father, brother, son, or friend ever had cause of grief or resentment for any course between me and any daughter, sister, mother or any other relations of the female sex. My children may be assured that no illegitimate brother or sister exists or ever existed.”

From his own mouth we can tell he had a respect. He most likely did not engage in extramarital affairs. It is a type of assurance that it witnessed in the above quote. In a letter to Thomas Jefferson later in life, John Adams stated: “I was young, and then very bashful, however saucy I may have sometimes been since.” HIs evenings after college were spent with his friends in “intimate, unreserved conversation” and, as he put it, flirting, “gallanting” with girls. In the presence of women, he was susceptible to shy behavior. “So I dismiss my guard and grow wet, silly, vain, conceited, ostentatious.”

There was a woman named Hannah and her cousin Esther, who, for Adams and his friends, were primate attractions. His friend Jonathan Sewall fell for Esther whom he would eventually Mary. Adams, his friend Richard Cranch and Bela Lincoln were all in pursuit of Hannah. Adams, in his usual vanity, believed he was the favorite and devoted his hours to her. He wrote of her:

“If I look upon a law book my eyes it is true are on the book, but imagination is at a tea table seeing that hair, those eyes, that shape, that familiar friendly look … I got to bed and ruminate hale the night, then fall asleep and dream the same enchanting scenes.”

Adams recorded how one evening several couples slipped off to a side room and “there laughed and screamed and kissed and hussled,” and afterwards emerged “glowing like furnaces.” He would take evening strolls with Hannah which he called “Cupid’s Grove”. Spring, he was going to propose to her one night when her cousin and Sewall burst into the room and the moment was ruined. In the end, it was Bela that Hannah married. Summer of 1759, he met Abigail Smith, later Abigail Adams for the first time.

John Adams did not have relationships with other women after the death of his wife. In the evening of the fall of 1825, he received a visit at his home from Hannah Quincy Lincoln Storer who he actually once referred to as “Orlinda” in his diary. When she entered, Adams’s face lighted up. “What! Madam!” he greeted her, “shall we not go walk in Cupid’s Grove together?” She smiled and replied, “Ah, Sir,” with an embarrassed pause, “it would not be the first time we have walked there!”

#flood pressles box #sincerely anonymous

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skateofministry · 4 years ago

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Grapevine: Round-table laureates – The Jerusalem Post

Although Independence Day occasions were held all over the nation, the centerpieces, as constantly, were kept in numerous Jerusalem places. The Israel Prize event – held a number of days ahead of Independence Day, taped and relayed last Thursday – allowed all the laureates to see themselves from the viewpoint of the audience, rather of just from the phase.

It was a definitely fantastic concept to seat laureates and their loved ones at round tables in the auditorium of the Jerusalem International Convention Center where there was a much higher sense of household intimacy than there is when everybody is sitting along a row. Admittedly, the plan was triggered by health factors to consider, however all things thought about, it was a terrific option to an uncomfortable issue.

For the very first time in the history of the Israel Prize, there were equivalent varieties of male and female laureates. Among the males was Yossi Ciechanover, a guy of varied achievements both in service to the state and in non-government business.Ciechanover, who was asked by prime minister David Ben-Gurion to compose his will, was likewise called by Israel’s founding prime minister as one of 7 recipients of Ben-Gurion’s copyright. It saddened him, he stated, that of the 7, he was the only one still living. President Reuven Rivlin, who has actually been precise about leaving his mask in location, eliminated it momentarily as Ciechanover approached the presidium where Rivlin was sitting with Jerusalem Mayor Moshe Lion, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, Supreme Court President Esther Hayut and Education Minister Yoav Gallant. Familiar with Ciechanover’s lots of contributions to the state, Rivlin held a quick however hot discussion with him, then changed his mask.

■ ISRAEL CONTINUES to be a land of immigrants, however like injured soldiers, immigrants seldom get the attention they are worthy of. The callous treatment of injured soldiers who reacted to the call to protect the country and were entrusted to physical and mental specials needs that for the most part accompany them for the rest of their lives, was just recently revealed through the significant act of desperation of 26-year-old veteran of Operation Protective Edge Itzik Saidian, who self-immolated outside the rehab department of the Defense Ministry, due to the fact that he was tired of the embarrassment, the administration and the paltry impairment pension that he got.

Many brand-new immigrants who have actually concerned Israel, specifically those who have actually employed in the army, have actually also been embarrassed and hazed, and have actually found that the idealism with which they concerned the nation is not constantly valued. Some have actually withstood such mental and psychological suffering that they have actually dedicated suicide. Even those who are exempt from army service for whatever factor have an awful time with Israeli administration, which is typically unlike the administration to which they were accustomed in the nations from which they emigrated.

Enter Nechama Levy, the creator of Alynu, which actually suggests “We rose up” or “We ascended,” and is the plural verb of the noun oleh, which suggests increasing, however in daily parlance, is the word utilized for immigrant. Levy likes Israel and constantly wished to begin aliyah, however discovered it to be far more tough than she had actually expected. There’s a huge distinction in between being a traveler and an immigrant. In the last analysis Levy changed, however along the method understood the number of individuals discover it far more tough to get utilized to life in Israel than she did.

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Whenever she became aware of a brand-new immigrant with issues, she attempted to assist discover services. She ended up being a walking Olim Center. Most of individuals she assisted, remained, however some returned to their native lands, which for Levy hurt, due to the fact that she thinks that every Jew need to feel comfortable in Israel. In an effort to develop that sort of environment, and assist brand-new immigrants to incorporate effectively, she established Alynu and hired other veteran immigrants, in addition to native-born Israelis who are as enthusiastic about Israel as she is, to serve as coaches to the beginners, guiding them through the administrative procedure, recommending them about research study programs, health services, kosher dining establishments, sports clubs, job opportunity, centers for individuals with unique requirements, and the myriad things that are of particular value to various people. Knowing that there is somebody to ask who in fact understands the responses, and who will examine the circumstance if they don’t understand, makes it that a lot easier for the newbie to adjust.

Last week, in combination with the Jerusalem Municipality, she arranged Remembrance Day and Israel Independence Day occasions in Teddy Kollek Park to commemorate olim, such as Canadian-born Lt. Daniel Mandel, who paid the supreme sacrifice in safeguarding the State of Israel. His mom, Cheryl Mandel, discussed her boy who was eliminated in action throughout an exchange of shooting while pursuing desired terrorists in Nablus, in 2003.

The memorial event was led by Rabbi Yaakov Kermaier, the creator of Yakir, which promotes unity through variety. Kermaier, who is himself an immigrant, made aliyah in 2015 and copes with his household in Jerusalem. He is rabbi emeritus of Manhattan’s Fifth Avenue Synagogue and previous president of the New York Board of Rabbis.

In inviting the big crowd Levy stated, “As we usher in Israel’s 73rd birthday, we must remember that the Jewish state was established as a home for all Jews. It has never been more important, as we saw during the COVID-19 pandemic, to help olim acclimate and make Israel their home. That is what we do at Alynu.”

■ AMONG the most stunning domestic structures in Talbiyeh is the house of Belgian Consul General Danielle Haven. There have actually been honorary and profession consuls basic of Belgium living in Jerusalem given that 1851, though there have actually been durations when there was no Belgian agent in the city. For the previous 4 years, the profession consul general has actually been Haven. Because Belgium bases its jurisdiction on United Nations Resolution 181, which describes the city in the partition strategy as Corpus Separatum with Jerusalem under global aegis, the territorial jurisdiction of the Belgian Consul General consists of Jerusalem within the meaning of corpus separatum as a different enclave, and the West Bank and Gaza.

While the real Consulate lies in east Jerusalem, the vacation home in which the consul basic lives remains in west Jerusalem at the Balfour-Jabotinsky crossway, an approximately 5 minutes’ walk in one instructions to the President’s Residence, roughly the very same in another instructions to the Jerusalem Theater, and even less to the Prime Minister’s Residence in yet another instructions. In other words, a prime place. The vacation home, referred to as the Villa Salameh, initially came from the Salameh household, which left the nation in 1948 in order to get out of the method of the war that was raving at that time. The vacation home was consequently dealt with as deserted residential or commercial property and its control was moved to the State Custodian. However throughout the 1950s, the Salameh household leased the vacation home to the Belgian federal government. In 1983, the Salameh household offered the residential or commercial property to the State of Israel through business owner David Sofer. The Belgians sat tight in the structure, however decreased to pay lease to the brand-new owners, declaring that Belgium did not acknowledge Israel’s rights to the vacation home. The matter was ultimately settled, however not without acrimony.

What boosts the charm of the vacation home are the surrounding gardens, both within and outside the fence, today all that might be spoiled by the addition of a bike station on the pavement, right on the crossway despite the fact that there is a traffic island simply a little additional along Jabotinsky Street much better situated with a lot of space there for a bike station. The entire location, based upon the regional population, is absolutely inappropriate for bikes. The location is really near a retirement community situated nearby to the Islamic Museum. Several of the homeowners of the retirement community opt for day-to-day strolls that take them as far along Jabotinsky Street as Balfour or Ahad Ha’am.

They mosey, in some cases with the help of walkers or walking sticks or a caretaker. If a bike comes zipping past them, they might quickly enter into shock. Unfortunately, unlike some other locations worldwide, Jerusalem allows bikes, skateboards and scooters on the pavement, leaving little space in which pedestrians can move securely. Sometimes, when there is traffic jam, motorcyclists likewise install the pavement. Worse still, they and bicyclists and skateboard riders tend to neglect red traffic signal and cruise through them, threatening pedestrians who are crossing the roadway on a thumbs-up.

Where are local traffic managers? Where are the authorities? And why are city designers and city coordinators allowing an undesirable bike station to invade so stunning a corner?

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The LORD said to him, "Peace to you, do not fear; you shall not die."

Judges 6:23(NASB)

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Verse Thoughts

How we all delight to read through the chapter on faith in the book of Hebrews, and rejoice as we consider the exploits of so many godly men and women of faith. How often we wish that we were like these spiritual heroes, and that our faith was as sure and strong as that great cloud of witnesses, who by God's grace, were saved by faith, lived by faith, gave honour to God, and found their way into the holy Scriptures.

We think of Joshua, who was strong and very courageous, whom God chose to lead the people of Israel across the Red Sea and into the promised land, and of David, the shepherd boy of Israel who was chosen to be king and who penned many psalms that have encouraged multiple generations. We remember the beautiful Queen Esther, who was used by God to save the entire nation of Israel from genocidal extermination, and the apostle Paul, who has inspired generations of Christians. And we think of the gallant Gideon, who was the mighty man used by God to save His people from the terrifying Midianite army.

Every one of them was used mightily of God, and yet each one had significant character flaws. Each one compromised their testimony by doing things in their lives that dishonoured God. Joshua brought the people into Canaan, but failed to secure the land, as instructed. David was a man after God's own heart, but he committed both adultery and murder.

The courageous Esther was prepared to participate in an ungodly beauty contest, in a pagan nation, and devalue her virginity. Paul, the mass-murder of Christians, was the wretched man of Roman 7, before he discovered that God's grace is sufficient and His strength is made perfect in our weakness, and Gideon was a frightened little man, who secretly threshed his wheat in a winepress to avoid being intimidated by the Midianites.

The powerful nation of Midian had harassed Israel for seven years. They made themselves dens in the mountains and constructed strongholds in the rocks, so they could attack Israel and spoil their goods. They flooded into the land at harvest time, to spoil Israel's crops and steal their possessions, before retreating to their own land. God permitted them to prevail, as a punishment for His erring people, who had rebelled against the Lord, broken their covenant with Him, adopted pagan practices, and even started to worship the evil gods of their wicked neighbours.

For seven years the Midianites swooped down to destroy Israel's crops and steal their harvest, such that nothing was left to feed the people or their animals. So numerous was the Midianite army, that they were like locusts for number - both they and their camels were innumerable, and they came into the land to devastate it. It was at this point that Gideon was called by God to become one of the primary Judges of Israel.

The Lord had heard the cries of His people and chose Gideon to free His desperate nation from the Midianite snare, and so the angel of the Lord came to Gideon as he was threshing some wheat in the winepress, in an attempt to save his family's crop from the Midianites. The angel of the Lord - a pre-existent appearance of Christ, came to him and said, "The Lord is with you, O valiant warrior." God wanted to use Gideon to turn the hearts of the people back to Himself.

"Go in this your strength and deliver Israel from the hand of Midian." Gideon was commanded, "Have I not sent you? - Surely I will be with you, and you shall defeat Midian as one man." However, this scared little farmer was anything but a gallant fighting soldier. He had become a double-minded man, who showed a lack of faith and a compromised character. He pleaded his inexperience and inferiority to execute such a calling and demonstrated his lack of faith in the angel's promise by destroying the false god in his father's household in the dead of night!

When Gideon realised the Angel of the Lord was God Himself, he cried out in fear and said, "Oh no, Lord God! I have seen the Angel of the Lord face to face!" The job for which Gideon was being commission terrified the man, for the Midianites caused him and the entire nation to fear greatly, but the Lord comforted him, gave him reassurance, and said to him, "Peace to you. Do not fear. You shall not die."

But Gideon, like all the other saints of old, is recorded in Hebrews as a man of faith, whom God's used in a mighty way to forward His plans and purposes. God equips those He calls with the grace and strength that is required for the task before them, so that the glory goes to God and not to man. God did not call a great and mighty warrior to defeat the multitudes of Midianites, but a frightened little farmer and 300 foot-soldiers who trusted the Lord.

And His promise to Gideon, and to ALL who are willing to be used by God is, "Surely I will be with you - do not fear. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid - I am your peace."

Gideon finally allowed the God of peace to guard his heart and trusted His Word, and Gideon discovered an attribute of God that had hitherto been hidden from humanity - that God was His peace - his Shalom. That He is the Author of peace and the Finisher of peace. And Gideon came to understand that when the peace of the Lord guards one's heart - there is no need to fear.

Gideon was one of the named people in the Hebrew's chapter on faith - "And what more shall I say? For time will fail me if I tell of Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, of David and Samuel and the prophets, who by faith conquered kingdoms; performed acts of righteousness; obtained promises; shut the mouths of lions; quenched the power of fire; escaped the edge of the sword; from weakness were made strong; became mighty in war; put foreign armies to flight."

If God was able to use flawed people like Joshua, David, Esther, Paul, and Gideon, to do mighty things, do you not think that He is equally able to equip you?

My Prayer

Heavenly Father, how encouraging it is to read about the exploits of flawed people like Joshua, David, Esther, Paul, and Gideon, whom You graciously used to carry out Your plans and purposes for the furtherance of your kingdom in the ongoing history of the world. As you continue to bring Your plan of salvation through Jesus Christ our Lord to its consummation, I pray that You would use me, in whatever way You choose. Help me to trust Your Word, more and more, and allow Your perfect peace to guard my heart, for Your greater praise and glory. This I ask in Jesus' name, AMEN.

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