#he WANTS someone else's wants and needs to supercede his own.

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oooughfhfg in my head about Maksim tonight folks

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In Need of an Heir Pt 7

Aemond X (Baratheon! Reader)

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Warnings:: Aegon being a creep. Aemond is a little cunty, reader is too.

You wake up in a dark room, your legs numb from hanging awkwardly over the side of the bed. When you roll your head to the side, Aemond is asleep beside you, your two hands still gently wrapped around each other.

You hate to wake him up, but the need to move your legs supercedes your wish to keep him asleep.

You grunt as you sit up, and groan at the soreness of your back and start to try moving your numb legs around to get the blood circulating again.

Aemond wakes up with a jolt shooting up from the bed and then stumbling over his own numb legs before gripping the bedpost to hold him upright.

You can't help but giggle at his disheveled state.

"My apologies" He grunts "I am not accustomed to waking up with someone beside me.

"We did..... we did not perform our marital duty. They will blame me" You nervously wring your hands knowing that it is partially your fault but what you don't want to do is have the King angry at you or Aemond.

"No one shall know. That will be a secret between you and I. " Aemond removes his dagger from the holster hanging over the chair next to the bed and nicks his wrist, allowing a few droplets to land on his sheets. "As you said before, does it truly matter if we do it today instead of yesterday?"

You nod your head at him gratefully. "Thank you"

"Hmmm." He nods curtly toward you. "Let us get ready for the day.

You leave his quarters heading back to your own to get ready for whatever today shall bring you. You snicker to yourself, knowing you were able to get around consummating your marriage, earning yourself one more day at least before Aemond attempts to stuff a child into you.

After getting dressed you are escorted to morning meal. King Aegon has requested the family sit down together this morning. You inwardly groan. This is the last place you want to be. All those eyes on you trying to decipher whether or not you and your husband did your duty. The thought of it made you queasy.

As you enter, you immediately locate Aemond in his usual seat at the head of the table. You sit to his right across from Criston and wait for King Aegon to be carried in.

"King Aegon second of his name" the guards announce as Aegon is carried into the room. You stand along with everyone else as he is carried around the table and placed between his mother and princess Jaheara.

"Ahhh, so we are all here, then," he loudly announces. Half of the big table is empty. An ominous reminder of just how many members of their family were lost during the great dance of the dragons.

"So. .. am I correct in assuming that everything went well last night?" Aegon immediately pries.

You can see the prickle that travels up Aemond's entire body at the question.

"All is well," Aemond curtly replies, seemingly annoyed at his brothers prodding.

"So I can expect a nephew? You were able to get the job done?" Aegon cockily smiles toward Aemond.

Aemonds knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists tightly in frustration.

"This is hardly table conversation." Alicent tries to politely steer the conversation away from the direction she knows Aegon is headed.

"Oh mother, calm down. I know my brother and sometimes...... he......struggles with these types of things. Just have to be sure. " Aegon snickers to himself like he just made the funniest joke in the world.

"Everything went well. He was kind and gentle, as a good husband should be. " The words seem to just come flying out of your face. You couldn't stand Aegon poking fun at Aemond. You felt the need to defend him as if it was your job to protect him.

"That..... that is most pleasant to hear my goodsister. " The look of shock on Aegon's face at your outburst wasn't difficult to see, but when you turn from Aegon and look at Aemond you are shocked to see him looking at you with a softness. He brings his hand over yours and gently rubs his thumb over your knuckle.

The rest of the morning meal is uneventful. When you rise to leave, Aemond accompanies you.

"You did not have to do that. I had it handled, " Aemond states as soon as you exit the room.

"Handled or not, I wished to say my piece, so I did"

He chuckles and scratches his chin. "Yes, it seems you did"

"Walk with me?"

"Is that not what I am doing currently?" He lifts his eyebrow and smiles.

You huff and lightly smack his arm. "I meant through the gardens. We had hardly any time to get to know one another prior to the wedding. I would like to at least know your interests and passions before you bed me"

"Shh," Aemond looks around like his head is on a swivel and you cringe.

"Right, should most likely not go announcing that through the hallways." You giggle and walk ahead. " May make our claims at morning meal less believable"

He stands still in the hallway, a small smirk on his face watching you as you beckon him to follow you.

"Well, come on then!" You start to walk toward the gardens without him. It only takes him about four strides to catch up to you.

"So.... what are your passions?" You question playfully.

"My passions?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Surely you aren't that dull. You have passions, I assume? Things you do that you find enjoyment in? For example, I enjoy reading." You wave your hand in front of you mimicking the act of turning a page in a book.

"I also enjoy reading."

You look at him exasperated. This was going to be a long, difficult process of getting to know him if all of his answers were going to be short and made up of no more than five words.

"Enjoy reading what?" You prod. You were going to get to know this man whether he liked it or not. You refused to spend your life chained to a cold stranger.

"Philosophy,history" he stares straight ahead as he answers and right before you release a sigh of frustration you are pleasantly surprised when it is him that tries to continue the conversation. "And what of you wife? What do you enjoy reading"

"Fantasy." A huge smile spreads across your face, and your eyes light up. " tales of heroes and princesses saved by their knight in shining armor who would travel the realm 3 times over just to get back to her."

"Hmmmm...." He strokes his chin briefly. ",You wish to escape"

You stop in your tracks and look up at him "what?"

"Fantasy. It's a means of escape. To immerse yourself in a world unlike your own. A world where there is love and passion, and a neat happy ending."

You crinkle your nose at him. "There is love and passion in this world, Aemond. Just because you choose not to experience it does not mean it does not exist"

"No. I'm the monster in those books. The one the hero slays, only in the real world sometimes the villain wins"

You roll your eyes, "the villains hardly ever announce that they are such. They do not feel like they have to. The world just knows" You start walking again. "No you are a lost character. Did some things he has not quite reconciled and is not quite sure where he is going."

"I know exactly where I am going." His voice is tense so you decide to keep pushing.

"Do you?" You enjoy pushing his buttons if not for any other reason then to break him out of his cold stoicism. Anger is an emotion a strong one and even if it is not the emotion you prefer to see it is something.

"The iron throne will pass to me upon me, brothers' death." He tilts his chin in the air, the pride emanating off of his body.

"That is where your body will be, but your mind, your heart, your soul. You do not know where those will lay." You put your hand to his chest over his heart.

"I told you already I am not capable-"

You cut him off. "What you say and what you do...... they do not align. The love for your mother is obvious. Any fool can see it. The love you have for sweet Jaheara, even the love and patience you have with Aegon! Maybe you will never love me, but you love them. I know you do. Thus you are capable."

"I am loyal to my family..." He trails off not wanting to continue the conversation but you are determined to make him see. You don't know why but you need him to admit he is capable. That there is something the two of you could work toward with time and effort. Some kind of hope.

"It is more than loyalty. If you can not see that, then you are blind. " You turn to head back to your chambers, deciding you have had quite enough of your husband for one day. Aemond is not finished yet.

He grips you by the shoulder and turns you around to face him. "Do not ever speak to me that way." He growls."You are my wife. You do not have to like me, but you do have to respect me. "

"I respect you just fine." You jerk your shoulder from his grasp. " but I do not believe you"

"Believe me?"

"You so desperately want the world to think you are cold, but I see it. The warmth it is in there, is it such a crime that I, your wife, wish to see it? That I do not wish to spend my days chained to a mountain of ice when I know there is a flame hidden inside?"

" You demanded the truth, and now that I have given it to you, you are unable to accept it. I did warn you." He closes his eye and clenches his jaw. "I am a creature of habit."

"I can not bare children for a man incapable of love! Could you imagine the damage that would be done to a child when their father does not love them?"

Aemond's shoulders slump and he looks down to the floor. "I am painfully aware of what that can do to a child"

"Then why would you wish it upon your own children?" You again turn on your heel and sail down the hallways toward your chamber gritting your teeth.

"I will not have children with that man." You grumble under your breath.

"You will not be getting that heir from me"

Part 8

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ok my funny little two cents on 4.6 as someone who forgets the lore every other day. pulled out of my ass idk im not that kind of person who fact checks everything to see if it's watertight

also let me preface this by saying this is made w the assumption that the pink haired girl in the version preview page is a melusine if she isn't then this completely falls apart LMAO

freminet: believes in the existence of the melusine's merusea village, which is known as a fairytale to the rest of fontaine. finds comfort and purpose in fairytales/fantasy shown through his character stories and thelxie's fantastic adventures ("Perhaps, but if fantasy is just fantasy, and the fantasy world is not real, then how could it still grant us these powers that we can continue to use in the real world?"). wants to protect his "family" (in the hearth? may also extend to others) more than anything else, and this is out of his own personal will, superceding any orders; he used to use orders as an escape from thinking/making decisions, but this is the one thing he won't let go. was taken into the house of the hearth under the previous knave, slowly shut out all his emotions to preserve himself, it's better under arlecchino, but he still goes into the ocean alone to cry

melusines: birthed from elynas's abyssal body, and mamere was even collecting elynas's blood for paints. melusines in general have increased/different ways of perceiving the world. elynas's blood was also being collected by jakob who needs it after his transformation

arlecchino: connected somehow to the crimson moon dynasty of khaenriah, and has the same arm styling as caterpillar, a hilichurl person thing created via a narzissenkreuz ordo experiment. she's also part of the fatui who could be interested in ancient abyss shit idk

so, has freminet found something to protect outside of his family in the hearth? this thing happens to be melusine related, which would explain why it's precious to him, given that they're basically fairytale creatures, and seem to always have an optimistic, kind outlook on life, something that he finds solace in? melusines seem to have out of this world power or connection to the abyss, which could explain why arlecchino wants them for [something] (causing conflict between her and frem)? this might have some relation to her background with khaenri'ah and her caterpillar-like hilichurl arms, since elynas, an abyss creature, has been a focus for the narzissenkreuz ordo in the past? could also explain why she needs to talk to neuvillette, who protects the melusines of fontaine? this is also a rare instance of freminet going against orders, because he has sufficient motivation to (protecting a symbol of his fairytale safe space), and doesn't see father's words as the end all be all, bc of his experience under the previous director and his own wish to protect? while idk arle's motivations but ig she's up to something. idk. maybe everyone is thinking too much and it's actually just a really intense test for lyney to become the next hearth director which idk he might end up failing. i also dont know what's going on with the 'making us drink from tainted water' line neuvillette says but yeah these are my two cents. 4.6 i'm shaking you by the shoulders!!!!

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The test of a vampire : A Beauty and the Beast re-telling Part Six-Finale

The test of a vampire : A Beauty and the Beast re-telling

Marcus dei Volturi x female OC

Caterina still wants to go home, even though her time with Marcus has become pleasant enough. Her friend, Felix, proved to be a godsend, listening to her when she needs someone to talk with. In the end, will it be Marcus who gets his wish, or will Caterina get hers? Perhaps both will find their wishes fulfilled.

Chapter Six - Finale (so it's longer than previous chapters)

The Redemption

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As the days passed, Caterina found she was enjoying the evenings spent with Marcus while he read to her. The timbre of his voice always relaxed her just before she was supposed to go to bed. She would finish her chores for the day, then have her supper. Afterwards, Felix would take her to Marcus' chambers, something she finally questioned him about while they were walking there.

"Felix, why must you always deliver me to Marcus? I do know the way," Caterina remarked.

"Sometimes, as you're well aware, he wants me to stay until your visit is over. Standing guard, as it were," Felix answered, careful not to say too much.

"Why does he require you stand guard anyway? Guard against what?"

"The castle is old and large, where one could easily get lost and end up in a dangerous area. Please don't question him or his orders, Caterina. It's for your own protection," Felix pleaded, unable to explain further. He knew not all vampires within the castle walls were trustworthy, and this human had to be kept safe at all costs.

"All right, I won't say a word, for both our sakes," Caterina said, not wanting her friend to get into trouble because of her. She gave the tall guard a smile and waited outside Marcus' doors.

Felix smiled down at her, thinking that this human knew nothing about the Volturi, yet she worried about him being punished by Master Marcus. He wished she knew the truth so he wouldn't have to hide his innate traits. For now, he would have to wait to see if Master Master revealed their secret. Hopefully, Masters Aro and Caius would not kill her for having that knowledge.

When Marcus opened the doors, he offered a welcoming smile to the woman who could prove to be his savior...and possibly more. He wondered if she thought differently of him, or was he still nothing more than her employer, the man forcing her to be here against her will. His need for her to love him was being superceded by his own growing realization that he was beginning to love her. He looked forward to their time together, having missed being close with someone for so very long.

Marcus allowed Caterina in and nodded to Felix. He then shut the doors after she had entered the ante-room. The fire was already blazing, Marcus knowing she loved its warmth.

Caterina had brought the book they'd last been reading. Her employer was almost done with it, and she was already looking forward to the next one. She sat on the sofa after handing Marcus the book.

"Did you have a satisfactory supper, my dear?" He asked, walking over to the sofa, carrying a carafe of red wine and a crystal goblet. He placed them on a small table next to the sofa. "Would you care for a drink?"

"I would like that, Marcus, thank you. Supper was amazing, as always. The chef is quite creative and there is always enough for seconds. I will miss his cooking when I go home."

Go home, she had said. Marcus was saddened that she still had the assumption he would release her, but what else could he expect. Each time she spoke with her father, he heard the joy in her voice, and he became jealous that her father inspired the happiness he wanted to bring about in her.

Caterina took her glass of wine, and made herself comfortable lying on her side by the fire. Marcus sat on the floor, using the sofa to brace his back. He extended his legs, crossing them at the ankle, and began reading.

While Marcus read, he experienced an ease he had not felt in so long. Was it her presence, or just the fact he had something to do that did not involve the other Volturi. He feared if he willfully forced the woman to stay, she would come to hate him. He needed her to be willing to stay of her own accord.

Caterina was feeling at odds with herself as well. She found herself admiring and liking Marcus more each day, but she missed her home. Even though she felt excitement at the idea of going back, she also felt some sadness at leaving the man who now seemed to be bending over backwards, in small ways, to please her.

While she listened to his deep voice reading the words from the book, Caterina had a brief image of her straddling his bare feet and climbing over his legs to his torso. These nights they spent together, Marcus dressed more casually in a pair of black slacks with a smoking jacket loosely tied closed. She imagined herself opening the satin jacket to kiss his neck while her hands caressed his hairless chest. Blinking her eyes, Caterina knew the wine was affecting her judgment.

When Marcus finished the book, he set it down on the floor beside him. He determined he would choose something more romantic for his next reading. He hoped to inspire something within Caterina that would bring her interest around to him.

Both moved to sit on the sofa, enjoying the last warmth of the dying fire. The wine was nearly gone, and Caterina was glad. It threatened her inhibitions, causing her mind to go places she needed to stay away from. She stifled a yawn, something not unnoticed by Marcus. He didn't want to let her go yet. His need for her was beyond sexual. He would be content to hold her in his arms while she slept, but he tamped down that thought, knowing he was jumping ahead of himself.

"You are sleepy, my dear. I can have Felix return you to your room." He hated parting from her, but he knew she would never agree to remain here in his chambers, let alone in his bed.

Caterina was tired, but was reluctant to leave. Marcus always had stories to tell that she found interesting. His knowledge of history was vast and unexplainable. He would often speak as if he had witnessed events firsthand. Realizing she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer, she said, "Yes, I think I'd better go, Marcus. I'm sorry I don't have the stamina you do. You never seem to tire." She stood and let Marcus guide her to the doors.

With one hand holding the small of her back, Marcus suddenly leaned in and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss that held much promise, but Caterina pulled away. She looked up at her employer, then took a step back, forcing Marcus to remove his hand from her.

"I have to go," she said, and turned to head for the doors. She pulled them open while Marcus watched, dumbfounded. "Felix, take me back to my room." Then she was gone.

Marcus now knew she was not ready for this. He wanted to kick himself for the rashness of his action, but what was the point. The damage to their burgeoning relationship had already been done. Stupid stupid! Now what was he going to do? He closed the doors and retreated to his bedroom.

Caterina arrived at her room, entering with Felix in tow, then shut the door hard. She fell back on her bed, hands over her eyes, and huffing loudly.

Felix sat beside her, seeing something had happened to upset his friend, but what. "So, are you going to tell me, or do I have to guess?" he asked grimly.

Caterina sighed, sat up and turned to the tall guard. "He kissed me, Felix. Marcus kissed me!"

"And?"

"I didn't come here to find love, Felix. I came to work off my father's debt, and when I'm done, I'm going home." He looked down at her hands, tightly clasped together and lying on her lap.

"Was it so bad, Caterina?"

"No, it wasn't bad. It was actually quite nice, but I am not staying here, Felix. I can't! I won't."

"Do you like Master Marcus?" the tall guard asked, wondering what, if anything, she felt for him.

"Yes, of course. After he flipped out on me, well, we got past that, and he's been very kind to me since."

Felix held in his laughter. So Master Marcus had "flipped out"? He'd love to have seen that. Marcus' expressions of any kind of emotion were few and far between.

Caterina looked up at Felix. "I like Marcus a lot, but I don't love him."

Felix understood. He also knew what that news would do to Master Marcus. "Oh," was all he could say. He saw Caterina try to remove the bracelet Marcus had given her, but he placed his hand on hers, stopping her.

"Caterina, do you really want to hurt him?" He knew Marcus would notice the bracelet's absence if she removed it.

Letting her fingers fall away from her wrist, she whispered, "No, of course not."

She looked down at his gift, remembering when he had given it to her. She had come to his chambers one evening, when he had asked her if she'd like to take a walk instead of reading. It was dark out, but Caterina inexplicably felt completely safe with Marcus at her side. They strolled the square which was now quiet. The marketplace was devoid of tourists and locals, the stalls empty of their wares. Tomorrow morning, it would be bustling again, but for now, all was calm.

He had stopped her when they came to the square's small fountain, and pulled a square velvet box from his jacket pocket. "I found this earlier today, and wanted to give it to you, Caterina."

She opened the box and gasped to see a gold bracelet set with several sapphires. "Oh, Marcus, it's too much. I can't..."

"Please accept it. A thank you for your company." He took out the bracelet and locked the clasp once he wound it around her wrist.

"It...it's beautiful, Marcus." She'd stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.

The memory was one that made her smile, but still, she did not want to stay here.

Leaning against Felix's shoulder, Caterina sighed. "Surely you have heard the rumours people spread about this place. How people enter...and never leave."

Felix frowned, knowing she could not see his face from her current position. "Do you believe those stories?" he asked, curious if she assumed the worst, which was the truth.

"I have never met anyone here, besides you, Marcus, and Demetri. There must be others. It's all very strange. All I know is I want to finish up my obligation and leave. I miss my home. I miss my father. I miss my own bed!"

Felix felt bad for Caterina, knowing Master Marcus wanted her to stay in order to break the witch's spell. But if she wasn't absolutely in love with him, what did it matter. "It will be all right."

Caterina sat up and sighed. "I'm hungry, my friend. Want to walk me to the kitchen? Just for a snack?"

"I thought you were sleepy," Felix said.

"How did you know that?" she asked. "You must have great hearing."

"It's late and I guessed." Felix stood, holding out his hand. "Come along then. I need to find Demetri anyway."

The pair left her room and walked the corridor to the kitchen.

"Want to have something with me?" she asked her friend while she rooted around the refrigerator.

Felix shook his head. "I'm not hungry," he replied.

"You never are," Caterina said with a wink and smile. "It must be those work outs. You probably drink a lot of protein shakes made up of green stuff."

Felix laughed, hoping he hadn't slipped up in any way that would clue her to their true nature. "Enjoy your evening, Caterina. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, the tall guard left her alone in the kitchen, since the short path from the kitchen to her bedroom was safe.

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The next day, Caterina had finished her chores and was in her room, reading through one book that was in Italian. It was a travel diary from someone who had visited North America, a place she'd love to visit one day. It detailed various locations in both Canada and America. She fantasized visiting places like New York City and Niagara Falls. Her musings were interrupted when she heard a knock on her door. She set the book down and went to open it, surprised to see Marcus standing before her.

"Good afternoon, Caterina. I was wondering if you would come to have a private supper with me in my rooms this evening. Something a little fancier than what you're used to when eating with the staff. Just the two of us."

"Oh...that would be nice, Marcus, but I don't have anything really nice to wear," Caterina said, wondering if he expected the experience to be like a date. He did seem to perk up when she expressed interest in his suggestion.

"I will get you something to wear, my dear. We have people who can help you." His eyes seemed to light up while talking with her.

Inside, Marcus was more than pleased. He wanted to offer her a fine meal, and perhaps coerce her to dance. He had a device ready with a few musical pieces he hoped would delight her enough to inspire her to want to dance with him. She hadn't mentioned the kiss, so maybe she was not as upset as he'd feared. "Heidi and Chelsea you haven't met yet. They will be around later this evening, so look for them. As for now, I will leave you alone until later."

"Thank you, Marcus. I look forward to it." Caterina felt excited at the invitation. It would be different than their usual get togethers. She closed the door and went into the bathroom to shower and dry her hair until the two women Marcus had mentioned arrived.

Hearing a knock on the door a few hours later, Caterina met Heidi and Chelsea for the first time. Both women were beautiful, with flawless skin and violet-coloured eyes. They introduced themselves, the woman named Chelsea holding up a dress bag, before unzipping it to reveal a lovely full-length blue gown made of lace and chiffon fabrics dotted with sparkles that looked like stars. Once Caterina had donned the dress, Heidi did her make-up while Chelsea later pulled her hair into a loose top knot.

Both women did what they could to encourage Caterina to consider Marcus' favour.

When they finished their work, they smiled at her. "You look perfect. Master Marcus will be so impressed," Chelsea said, Heidi nodding in agreement.

She was given a velvet box containing a pair of sapphire drop earrings that matched the bracelet Marcus had given her. "Are these from Marcus too?" she asked.

Both women looked at one another, then at Caterina, nodding. "He is being very generous with you because he likes you. You are aware of that, aren't you?" Heidi said.

Of course she was aware, but to what extent did he care for her, she wondered while she slipped on the earrings.

Lastly, Caterina stepped into matching blue heels, which fit perfectly. Obviously they had done very well in choosing the right size and style for her. She looked in the full length mirror that sat in the corner of the room, feeling like a princess in such expensive clothing.

"Is this really necessary?" she asked Heidi. "I will never have use for a dress like this at home."

"Master Marcus wants tonight to be special," Chelsea replied.

"Like we're on a date?" Caterina asked, looking behind her in the mirror. She saw Chelsea and Heidi glance at one another again, and knew she was right. This was a date.

There was a knock at the door. Chelsea opened it, stepping aside so Felix could enter the bedroom. She and Heidi gave Caterina encouraging smiles and quietly left.

Felix walked up to the human and took her hands in his. He spread her arms open and gazed at her. Then he spun her around. "You are a vision, Caterina. Master Marcus will think so as well. He's waiting now, so are you ready?" He let her hands go and stepped back, giving her a respectful bow.

"Oh, stop, Felix. You're embarrassing me, but thank you for the compliment. I guess we should leave now."

The guard looped her arm in his, and escorted Caterina to Marcus' rooms, knocking on arrival. Marcus answered and let in the human woman, while telling Felix he didn't have to wait tonight, that he would take his guest back to her room himself.

While Marcus was speaking with Felix, Caterina looked around the ante room, seeing a table beautifully set, complete with lit candles. A cart sat next to the table, where she saw several covered dishes and a bottle of champagne chilling.

She then turned to peek at her host. He was attired in what looked like old-fashioned dress, with black slacks, a white shirt with white ruffles around the neck, and a blue satin waistcoat. The ever-present pendant she'd noticed when she'd first arrived hung around his neck to sit on his chest atop the ruffles. He wore over the shirt a navy blue velvet coat with gold embroidery, making him appear like someone out of an old painting.

Caterina looked down at her gown, realizing anything less elegant would have been inappropriate. Marcus must have known her dress was blue, so dressed accordingly. She bent her head and smiled. Then for effect, she curtsied low before him.

Marcus took her hand and lifted her up from her position on the floor. He felt satisfaction in seeing her smile, cherishing each and every one of them. He had hoped this evening would please her, and he would be able to show her a different side of himself.

Marcus gazed at Caterina, appreciating the choice in dress made by Chelsea and Heidi. The woman looked positively ethereal in the star-lit gown. He noticed she was wearing the sapphire earrings he had ordered for her as well. He thought they suited her well.

He led her to the dining table he had ordered set up in the ante room. "I hope you enjoy tonight, Caterina. The chef has prepared several dishes just for the occasion. Champagne?" Marcus opened the bottle after he pulled her chair out and waited for her to get comfortable. Then he poured a glass of the sparkling liquid. He removed the lids from the food, showing Caterina her menu.

"Pepper Roast with baby potatoes, and green peas with mushrooms." He began to serve her, filling her plate while ignoring his own.

When he sat himself opposite his guest, she spoke. "It all smells so good. Will you be having any?"

"Not tonight. Forgive me, but my constitution means I can't always eat rich foods. But please, have as much as you wish."

Caterina nodded slowly, not surprised. Why, she didn't know. She cut a bit of the beef, and was amazed at the tenderness of the meat. "The chef is so talented. This is wonderful! It's so easy to overcook beef." She took a sip of the champagne, finding it perfectly chilled.

While she ate. the pair discussed the history of the city of Volterra, including how the Volturi came to be here in the first place. By the time she had indulged in more champagne and her dessert of tiramisu, Caterina was feeling both full and in a relaxed humour.

Marcus mentioned that he had found some music, turning on his laptop. He set the saved file he hoped she would be willing to dance to with him. "Would you make me the happiest of men and do me the honour?" He held out his hand to her, feeling her warm hand being placed on his open palm. Leading her to the center of the room, they waited for the music to begin.

"I'm not an expert dancer, Marcus, so you will have to lead well," Caterina cautioned, looking up at the taller man.

"Rest easy, my dear. I'm a long-time expert," he replied, his free arm wrapping around her.

When the music began, Marcus spun Caterina around the room, twirling her beneath his arm, then drawing her against him. He so wanted to kiss her at that moment, but feared her pulling away from him as she had before. They danced as the music carried both from the lives they lived apart to this moment together. Her warmth seeped into his flesh through the fabric of his coat, so sensitive to their physical differences as he was.

Caterina looked up into Marcus' eyes, feeling drawn to him. Her lips parted, her top teeth biting gently into her lower lip. She leaned into his cool body, her heart beating faster.

Marcus not only heard but felt each beat against his chest. He took a gamble and lowered his head, then pressed his lips gently on hers. When she did not pull back, he pressed harder, his lips parting. He tasted her, his arms wrapping more tightly around her trim body. When he finally released her, Marcus stepped back.

"I am sorry, Caterina." He did not continue when two fingers rested on his mouth, silencing him.

"It's alright, Marcus. I'm not offended." She held her body close to his, happy when she felt his arms encircle her, again pulling her against him. His mouth captured hers, drawing in her breath through parted lips.

They continued dancing for almost an hour while talking and laughing together. The music finally stopped, leaving Marcus and Caterina in the middle of the room, staring at one another in silence. That is, until Marcus pulled her to him, embracing her in his arms. He gave her a chaste kiss in her forehead, then when she moved her cheek to his, he lowered his head to kiss her neck with a meaning that was not so chaste. At last, his lips moved to hers once more.

Caterina sighed, the pleasure of his kiss stronger than she had ever felt with anyone, not that there had been that many men in her life.

She lay her head against his chest. "Thank you for this evening," she murmured against his coat. She felt she had to end this now. "I had so much fun. But it is late, and I am a bit tired."

"Of course. Let me return you to your room." Marcus held Caterina's hand and led her from his chambers to her room. He kissed her hand before watching her open her door and turn to look up at him.

"Again, thank you. I had a truly marvelous time, Marcus. I'll see you tomorrow." She stepped back and shut her door.

Marcus felt had his heart been able to beat, it would have been beating fast and hard. Not in centuries had he felt so happy to be with one person. He returned to his rooms, hoping she felt as he did.

Once Caterina had undressed and showered, she hung the beautiful gown up in the wardrobe, and put on her nightgown. She then climbed into bed. A smile unconsciously formed on her face when she thought about the evening. The smile vanished when she considered what she was falling into.

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It was days later when Caterina was wiping down Marcus' desk and she looked out to the window to see it was snowing. She watched as the large flakes stuck to the grass in the garden. Excited, she quickly finished cleaning up Marcus' room, and after putting away her cleaning supplies, Caterina ran to get her coat to go out into the garden.

Marcus had returned to his room shortly after, and heard sounds of laughter coming from outside, and the garden below. He looked out the window to see Caterina spinning around, her arms wide as she danced in the falling snow. He smiled to himself, and decided to join her. Taking a coat for effect from his wardrobe, he strode the corridor to the garden door and went outside.

Caterina saw Marcus and waved him over. "Marcus, come join me. Isn't it beautiful?"

Marcus agreed in his mind, but he felt it was she who was beautiful, her cheeks pink and eyes shining with sheer joy.

"Have you ever had a snowball fight?" she asked him, attempting to sound innocent. She bent to gather snow in her hands, forming a ball.

When Marcus gave her a questioning look, he felt the unexpected smack of cold snow on his face. His entire body was as cold as the white stuff, but Caterina didn't know that. Marcus did something he had never done before in his existence. He bent down to gather snow in his hands and formed a snowball. He turned to Caterina just as another snowball hit him on the shoulder. He threw his at her, grinning when it hit her on the chest. Her ensuing laughter was like music to his ears.

They played like this for a while before the snow started coming down harder, and Marcus was afraid Caterina would become too chilled. He ordered her inside, and took her to the kitchen for some hot tea. She practically glowed from within while she thanked him for the fun while sipping her tea. He had never seen her so happy, and he hoped she felt it was due to his presence in her life.

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Days later, Caterina was cleaning in Marcus' rooms. Once she had finished up, she went up to his desk where Marcus was sitting and working on some papers.

"Marcus, may I call Papa before I leave?" she asked hesitantly.

"Of course, my dear." He fetched the phone from his desk drawer and handed it to her. He went to sit on the sofa to wait for her to finish.

Caterina went to sit on the sofa and dialed her home number. Hearing the line pick up, she said, "Hello, Papa! Oh, Signora Rossi. What? Wait, what did you say? Is he badly off? I'll try. Thank you for staying with him. Good bye." She handed Marcus the phone, a frantic look on her face.

Marcus stood, taking her hands in his. "What is it, Caterina? Is something wrong?"

"It's Papa. He's sick. He had been outside too long in the snow trying to get the last of the seasonal crop harvested and he caught a bad cold. One of our neighbors, Signora Rossi, went to take him some eggs from her hens and found him very ill. She said she has been caring for him, but he's asking for me. Please, please, Marcus, may I go home to take care of him?"

Marcus didn't want to let her leave him, but the look in her eyes compelled him to. She would be too worried if he forced her to stay. What would she feel for him if her father died. "Felix can drive you home, my dear."

"Thank you, Marcus," she replied with gratitude in her voice.

"Will you be coming back?" Marcus asked, but she was gone without having heard the question. He hoped she would return, but he determined that if she did not, he would let her know he was allowing her to stay home for good. He felt she had served her time and cleared her father's debt. His love for her enabled him to free her even as he sacrificed his own hopes for redemption.

Felix came to his friend's room to find her packed and waiting. Fortunately, most of the snow had melted by now, and the road was clear at least.

Caterina begged Felix to go faster, but he told her, "There are people in the road, my friend. Don't worry. I will get you home as quickly as possible."

Once they reached her house, pulling into the driveway, she jumped out of the car and headed for the front door. When she opened the door, Felix set her bags just inside the entrance. Caterina thanked him, giving him a quick hug. Once he saw she had safely entered the house, he drove away.

"Papa! Papa, I'm home!" she shouted, dropping her coat on a nearby chair.

"Shhh, child, he's sleeping," an older woman whispered, appearing from the kitchen.

"Signora Rossi, how is he?"

"He's better, my dear." She explained what the doctor had said, and gave Caterina instructions for the medicine she was to give her father. "Now you get re-settled. Since you're here, I'll leave, but do call me if you need anything."

"Thank you, Signora Rossi, for everything," Caterina said, letting the woman out.

She went to her father's bedroom to see him lying in bed, sleeping peacefully. She felt his forehead, finding it only slightly warm to the touch. She took the small pitcher of water to the kitchen to refill it with fresh water, and waited for him to wake up.

When he did awaken, he was overjoyed to see his daughter sitting on a chair next to the bed.

"Caterina, daughter, you've returned," he said, taking ahold of her hands.

"Yes, Papa. Marcus let me leave when I found out from Signora Rossi you were sick. I'm home to take care of you."

And she did, making him porridge for breakfast and soup for later in the day. She told him all about her time at the castle, and how things had slowly changed between her and Marcus. She had left so quickly, she had forgotten the dress, shoes, and jewelry he had given her.

"Have you feelings for the man, daughter?"

"I don't know, Papa. I know I care about him, and he was kinder to me the longer I was there. It changed things, you understand."

"Caterina, Guiseppe had been here, asking about you. He was not happy that you were staying at the castle. I only hoped he didn't make trouble for you."

"I never saw him, Papa. I pray he does not go there. The people who live there are...they're strange. Not that I was afraid of them, but there is something...well, I hope he stays away. I'm home now, so he has no reason to go there." She patted her father's hand and rose from the chair. "I'm going to get you some soup now."

While she ladled the hot meal into a bowl, Caterina wondered if she should warn Marcus. No, Guiseppe would not be so foolish, surely not.

After a few days of care, Mario Cassiani recovered from his illness and was eager to be up and about. He pulled himself out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Still a bit weak, he took his time and entered the kitchen to see Caterina cutting up vegetables for supper.

When Caterina saw her father, she frowned. "Papa, you need to stay in bed..."

"Child, I am fine and going crazy. You'll see. I'll take a quick shower and dress. By the way, Guiseppe doesn't know you're home. He wanted to go to the castle to retrieve you. If he goes there with others, who knows what will happen. Perhaps you should call him."

Setting down the knife, Caterina looked at her father. "I'm not ready to talk with Guiseppe, Papa. Did he say he would go there?"

"Call him, Caterina."

Sighing, she picked up the receiver and dialed his number. When he answered, she said, "Guiseppe, this is Caterina, I..." A man's voice spoke.

"Caterina, this is Guiseppe's father. He is on his way to the Palazzo dei Priori with some of the other villagers. They're planning to..."

"No! They can't do that!" Hanging up, she turned to her father.

"Papa, that fool is on his way to the castle. I have to stop him. They might hurt Marcus."

"Take the truck. The back way is faster on the county road."

"Yes, yes, and it leads to the garden gate behind the castle. I can get in through the garden gate, and find Marcus without the crowd seeing me." She gave her father a kiss and turned to leave. "I'll be back as soon as I can, Papa."

"Be careful, Caterina," her father called out as she left the house.

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A small group of male villagers, led by Guiseppe, headed for the castle. Armed with rifles, guns, even farm equipment, they followed the man who was determinded to bring Caterina home with him, even if it meant killing the residents of the castle.

Driving over the speed limit, Caterina mumbled the entire way. "Idiots! How can you follow a man like Guiseppe. Stupid!"

When she came to the back gate that led to the garden, she prayed it wasn't locked, and sighed in relief when the gate swung open. She ran into the castle through the side door and headed to Marcus' rooms.

On arrival, she went from the ante-room to the bedroom and didn't find him. She left his rooms and was heading down the main corridor, when she heard shouting and the sounds of gunfire. In the large audience hall she rarely saw, she noticed a small crowd of men fighting what she assumed were Marcus' family. Then she saw Marcus himself, fighting Guiseppe.

Guiseppe was holding an axe. He aimed for Marcus' neck, swinging it hard until it hit flesh. The impact left cracks on Marcus' neck, but the vampire was able to knock aside the axe and grabbed the human by the throat. He opened his mouth and leaned in to bite Guiseppe in the throat, his teeth tearing into the warm flesh.

Caterina saw Guiseppe attack Marcus, shouted "No!", then gasped loud enough for Marcus to hear. He turned around to face the woman he loved, knowing she was finally seeing him for the monster he was. Blood was smeared on his mouth, and he let his human attacker fall to the floor.

Her eyes wide, Caterina ran to Marcus, kneeling beside him. "Are you hurt? Marcus, are you hurt in any way?"

"I'm sorry," he said to the young woman next to him. I'm fine, but I..." He felt warm arms move around him, hugging him ever as she searched him for wounds.

"Oh, Marcus, when I heard what was going on, I had to stop Guiseppe." She looked at the man who was her captor, her employer, her admirer. "I had to...I love you, Marcus. No matter what has happened, I do love you. I was so afraid you'd be hurt."

Standing, Marcus pulled Caterina up off the floor. "You see me for what I am, my dear heart. A killer. A vampire." He wiped his mouth with his sleeve while Caterina only stared at him. She noticed his eyes, now red, but how.

"I don't care." She meant it. If he was really a vampire, an honest to goodness creature of legend, she didn't care. He was safe. She looked around her, and saw several bodies lying in the room. She should be mourning them, but it was their choice to follow that brute Guiseppe. The other Volturi, a few she knew, others she didn't, stood around as if waiting for orders.

Caterina had seen the blood on Marcus' lips as it dripped down his chin. What he had told her was true. He really was a vampire, and he had killed Guiseppe. She saw two men walk down the steps leading from three throne-like chairs.

Just then, a bright light blazed briefly in the center of the room, before revealing a beautiful woman standing in the middle of the audience hall.

Aro and Caius frowned at the sudden intrusion, but Marcus recognized her instantly.

"Marcus dei Volturi, you fulfilled the requirement of your redemption," the witch said. She seemingly floated over to Marcus and Caterina. "Child, you love this man?"

Gazing at the beautiful woman, she frowned. "Of course I do. With all my heart." She felt Marcus' holding her hand tightly.

"Then Marcus dei Volturi, you may choose to regain your humanity, and be mortal again. Or you may remain a vampire, and change your beloved to become an immortal like you."

Marcus held Caterina by the shoulders as he gazed into her warm brown eyes. "It means aging. But it also means a home, family, children. Things you won't have here if you're a vampire." He gave Caterina a kiss, and sought the answer to his question in her eyes.

"No children?" If Marcus was letting her choose, the answer was simple. "Marcus, I want to be with you, in my world, in my life. We can live together and watch our family grow while we grow old, together."

Marcus glanced over at Aro and Caius. Aro knew Marcus hadn't been happy, but Caterina had changed that. He nodded at his brother.

The witch held her hands up and began to chant a spell. Marcus felt a sudden and excruciating pain in his entire body, and fell to the floor.

Caterina started to go to him, but Felix held her by the arms, saying, "Wait. This is something Master Marcus has to endure. Let's see what happens."

Marcus writhed on the floor, pain written on his face while he tried not to scream.

Caterina struggled against Felix's grip on her arms. "Let me go!" she demanded. Reluctantly, Felix complied, letting her loose. Once free, she ran to Marcus, dropping down next to him.

"Marcus, I'm here with you, my love. Please don't leave me now." She held his hand with both of hers, squeezing tightly. She was tempted to pull back when she saw a curtain of light form around Marcus, but she decided to hold on. With tears in her eyes, Caterina glanced up at the witch, who only smiled down at the pair.

When the glow receded, Marcus caught his breath. The pain had finally stopped. Caterina helped him to sit up, checking him over, but seeing no physical damage. She did notice the changes in his body immediately however.

"Marcus, your eyes, they're brown." She realized the hand she still held was warm to the touch. She reached out and caressed his cheek to find it was also warm. They were not pale either, but pick with the flush of blood in his veins. "If you're physical changes mean anything, you...you're human. It worked." She wiped the tears from her face and helped Marcus up off the floor, the pair turning to one another and hugging each other in joy.

Marcus cupped Caterina's cheek and kissed her deeply. He felt different and knew he was no longer a vampire. He was human again, after so many hundreds of years and it felt more than strange. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, the sensation foreign to him.

A bright light filled the room, and the witch vanished.

Caius ordered the guards to clean up the room and dispose of the bodies. He had some damage control to work on, and began that task.

Aro stood off to the side, but took several steps towards Marcus, placing his hand on the taller vampire's shoulder. "You will always be my brother...our brother. You may still stay here with Caterina. Or you may leave to travel the world. We leave that up to you both." When he saw the surprise on Marcus' face, he huffed. "I know, I know, the rules, but I can make exceptions when I want. And I'm making an exception now. I don't expect you will tell anyone about us, and as your mate, I can assume Caterina won't either." He smiled when he saw her shake her head vigorously.

"Aro, we will let you know. If we choose to leave and return later, it's good to know we will be welcome." He turned to his mate, for that was what she was now. "We will marry the old fashioned way, if that makes you happy, my love."

"Ah, a wedding. I do love weddings, so you must have it here at the castle," Aro said with excitement.

Caterina responded with a nod of acknowledgement, grateful for their attitude and now the offer of a wedding. This was Marcus' home and she didn't mind it becoming hers. She would be able to visit her father, who would not have to pay for the cost of her wedding. When she had mentioned that to Marcus, his eyes glowed with happiness as he laughed pleasantly.

Caterina decided as long as her human guests were guaranteed their safety, why not have it here. Perhaps it would help dispel the nasty rumours if her family and friends were allowed to attend. They would see there was nothing to fear from the castle's residents after all.

Later, Marcus led his bride-to-be out to the garden, where they stood in the gazebo, Caterina's hands holding onto Marcus' arm. He noticed she seemed relaxed, which shocked him the most, and not freaking out about what she had seen today.

"You truly surprised me, my dear. I never imagined you to be so strong, and here I was so worried about you." Marcus leaned over to give his mate a kiss on her forehead.

Caterina smiled, and nodded, replying, "I never imagined I would have to be. You don't have any other secrets, do you?"

"No, my heart, you know everything. From now on, I am only a mortal man who loves you." Marcus leaned into Caterina and kissed her deeply, his arms around her securely. Her warmth was less noticeable now that they were the same body temperature. "I love you," he said with emotion in his voice.

"And I love you, Marcus, for always." Caterina hugged her husband-to-be tightly, knowing their life together would never be boring.

A/N : Sorry it took so long to finish this particular story. Lately, I just haven't felt much like writing. I'll go back over it later to fix any errors. Thanks for your patience.

[hollow-keys]

This is kinda random. But as a fellow Jason enjoyer and classic Doctor Who enjoyer. What do you think about the difference in narrative treatment and framing of Adric and Jason? They both got blown up (in the 80s) trying to do something noble that didn't really mean anything (the ship wasn't going to wipe out humanity/Sheila betrayed Jason to the Joker for trying to save her). Adric is characterized as not well liked by his peers and Jason is but post-mortem the treatment of Adric is very much a tragedy. They didn't feel a need to aggressively (pretty much every time mentioned) victim blame Adric (as far as I remember I haven't done a proper rewatch, outside of that one bad audio drama that I refuse to engage with) to justify future companions. Not even future teen companions. Meanwhile Jason was seemingly loved but post-mortem was incredibly disrespected and victim blamed by the people who allegedly cared for him. Most mentions of Jason were accompanied with an element of victim blaming.

Also interesting that in Doctor Who the Fifth Doctor thinks that Adric's 'deprived, delinquent upbringing' makes him naive. (There is logic to it. He would likely to be more used to desperate people than malevolent in his difficult situation. Also in this specific case, his trauma seemingly involving a lack of food the robot body no food requirement would make sense.) While Batman says Jason is destined to be a criminal and then characterizes his death as recklessness when there is actually a stronger argument for Jason's death as being the result of naivete. Him trusting in Sheila.

I have thought about Jason and Adric parallels! I'm not familiar with EU Adric content so I can't (yet) comment on it, but I will talk about how the show deals with it.

Adric's death isn't really dwelt upon as much as you'd expect. There's no "Lonely Place of Dying" arc for the Doctor, there's no spiral, he even directly says that Adric wouldn't want them to mourn unnecessarily (which I assume means get lost in grieving rather than meaning any mourning is unnecessary). This is partly because the show, at the time, wasn't really concerned with pulling at your heartstrings too much and following through emotional development plots. Sure, you'd get sad moments, but they wouldn't really deal with them properly after it happened (Katarina's death, Jamie and Zoe getting their memories erased, Turlough's suicide attempt, etc). It's also because the Doctor is a very different, and tbh more emotionally stable character. He's not preoccupied with his own grief or (at least in the Classic series) at risk of going off the deep end without people around to ground him.

Batman, by contrast, was originally more stable but as comics got darker when the Comics Code Authority's censorship got less stringent and writers also actively wanted to fight against the perceptions of comics as childish, he became darker and more brooding, so the writers actively wanted to dwell on traumatic moments where Fifth Doctor era Doctor Who didn't. So part of the reason we didn't get a victim blaming arc for Adric was because they just didn't talk about it.

And Adric didn't have a replacement character to take his role in the narrative. Sure, the Doctor got new companions but none of them took Adric's role. They weren't trying to tear him down to lift someone else up like "See, aren't they so much better at being Adric?"

So yeah, outside a few scenes, Adric doesn't get dwelt so there's no real opportunity for the writers to victim blame him post death, but Jason became a ghost in the narrative that haunted Batman, and a character for Tim to supercede, which gave them a lot of chances to shit talk him, which they did take.

Additionally, Jason got resurrected (which was a decision that wasn't made for his character but rather to create a new villain for Batman) so to justify this darker turn, they made a point of going "See, he was destined to be criminal. Here's all this foreshadowing." Well, it's less foreshadowing and more backshadowing since it was inserted after the fact. Adric doesn't have that.

There's really nothing to motivate them going "See, Adric was always bad and he's worse now." He's just a character that a lot of people didn't really like who's only really remembered positively in the context of his death. Which is apparent in Tales of the TARDIS where Five and Tegan can't seem to say anything nice about him.

FIVE: "He was so..."

TEGAN: "Oh he was a nightmare."

FIVE: "He was daft and silly and sulky and... He was just a kid."

I've talked before about how I don't like how certain DW writers will make the Doctor straight up unreasonable to his companions or overly mean, and how Adric was treated def falls into that sometimes. Like yeah, him and Five arguing over going through the CVE to get home in Earthshock is in character tetchiness from the Doctor, but Five calling him a naive idiot in Four to Doomsday without giving him a chance to explain himself (which you brought up, and I thought the writers had him side with the villain for no reason but you do bring up a good point about hunger, I wish his motives were more focused on in narrative and he was given more sympathetic characterisation) and Five berating him for losing control of the Total Survival Suit in Kinda was just unnecessarily mean to me and I think part of it was because the writers just didn't like Adric so the Doctor didn't either I guess.

This moment is another case of that because that's not how you talk about a teenager who died violently in an attempt to save people, one who was also smart and determined (along with his negative traits). The writers just don't seem to notice it as mean because they don't like him.

Which is more in line with how Jason is talked about post death. "Yeah, we don't like him but his death was sad." Noteworthy that this is written in retrospect in an era where DW is much more concerned with ~emotional moments~ and it was written by RTD, who is A Fan of a Certain Generation who probably never liked Adric and can't bring himself to describe him nicely in any way (but still wants to use his death to pull at people's heartstrings), so of course Adric gets more of the Jason treatment.

And that, fundamentally, is the fate of Jason and Adric. To be disrespected as characters but have their deaths used as Emotional Moments (please get out the violins) by writers who don't see them very sympathetically outside of that.

I hope that wasn't overly long or meandering, thanks for asking!

[frigid666]

haven't posted a tiktok in a while bc i deleted the app from my phone, but i saw this brilliant commentary reposted to youtube and had to share it.

men who tell women to lower their standards and settle for/tolerate a kingbaby or else they will die alone are BLUFFING! whether they know it or not. some of them are more conscious of the fact they will one day be old and need someone to take care of them. they are actively trying to rope in a woman for themselves to assume this role and holding the line for other men so that they can secure a caretaker too. others have really overdosed on redpill content that they are actually disconnected from reality and don't see how many of them are dying alone, unloved, and forgotten. and that no, men actually don't age like fine wine and can attract a big-titty 10/10 submissive 25 year old to be their caretaker like fresh and fit said; or that they can emotionally neglect their children and still reasonably expect those children to care for them on principle of being "the protector and provider father." men are the ones dying alone, and they would do well to humble themselves and built a community (which includes his family/partner) that actually cares for him bc he built a good relationship with them, nurtured them and enriched their lives.

sometimes these men can condition their sons to be their loyal narcissistic clones (see: andrew tate and his abuser father), but a lot of the times even the sons are not having it and go no contact or resist the father's abuse of the family. i see this a lot in the mexican immigrant/mexican-american community from the sons. i remember a tiktok that went semi-viral of a mexican-american guy in his early-mid 20s who said he wanted to work and be successful so he could buy his mom a house and provide for her. and there were a lot of people (mostly men, but women too) giving him a hard time in the comments for just saying this was for his mom, and not mentioning the dad. they were mad bc he broke rank and said the quiet part aloud: that his dad wasn't shit and didn't deserve anything, so he was not going to receive anything from him. not because they couldn't relate.

in my own city coroner's office, there are 13 unclaimed female bodies. 3 of which are homicide victims, and 2 of the 3 were burned/otherwise damaged specifically to make confirming their identity difficult for police and the public. there 36 unclaimed male bodies; all in relatively good condition upon discovery. all different races of men are going unclaimed at my local morgue, at nearly 3x the rate of women. i saw some women out of curiosity checking their local coroner's office to see if this trend of unclaimed male bodies superceded the amount of unclaimed female bodies after 1 woman posted her results (which is why i checked mine), and nearly all did. this is the (literal and metaphorical) nail in men's coffins. they MUST learn to socialize as a community members and as good fathers, because women and children of today are not playing. they WILL leave their shitty husbands and fathers in the dust. from dust they were formed and to dust they shall return, like isn't that a saying?

never get in the way of a mans karma. let the people decide. are most men worthy of having people by their side of their death bed? of being claimed by others for burial? don't fall for their mind games. they think we as women will not call their bluff, that we will eventually relent on staying single and childless in order to not have to settle. let's make sure they are WRONG!

[dokidokitsuna]

Sorry for the random rant, but I’m in the middle of a watch-through of XC3 Future Redeemed and I had to say something (spoilers ahead, obviously): 

So the Liberators immediately raise their swords against Matthew’s long lost sister who he grew up with and clearly cares a great deal about, and even admit TO HIS FACE that they may kill her just to get rid of Alpha, but when N, someone Matthew only knows as the man who murdered his beloved grandfather, joins the fray two minutes later, all of a sudden it’s “NOOOOO DON’T HURT HIM HE’S YOUR FAMIWWWY”.

Not only is this scene enormously hypocritical in and of itself, I’m beyond tired of this kind of writing in general and I wish it would die. There is no magical bond between biological family members that supercedes everything else; and even if there were, it wouldn’t make it somehow ‘wrong’ for you to be angry with them, or even to hate them, for choosing to hurt you and other people. 

Love and loyalty between bio family exists because of the time you spend living together and caring for each other; if you don’t take the time to forge those bonds you don’t get to assume that they’re there as soon as it’s convenient. Being related to someone isn’t an excuse to do whatever you want to them without judgment or consequences.

And N is an especially bad character to try this with, seeing as he’s canonically a genocidal monster who openly admits to not caring about anything but spending eternity with his waifu. Matthew’s grandfather that he murdered? That was his own son. Clearly ‘family’ is the least of his concerns…and he’s still going to have that attitude after this story is done, seeing as it’s a prequel. There is no good reason to try to force the audience to feel a smidgen of sympathy towards him over Matthew (who is already a much more compelling character than any incarnation of Noah).

There’s only one good thing that may come out of this: after this scene where half the cast tries to awkwardly lore dump to Matthew all the reasons why his sister is now a lost cause who should just die (including one cast member who likely knew all this ahead of time and could have warned him…), his attitude becomes noticeably colder. And I hope it’s a sign of broken trust. Even if he comes to an understanding with the Liberators and agrees to continue helping them for the greater good, I hope he at least retains his key character motivations of wanting revenge on N and wanting to find Na’el, and/or needs some time to warm up to his ‘allies’ again.

I doubt it’ll happen (even though it’s not a lot to ask…); the Xenoblade series has gotten more and more beholden to “anime writing” over time, and I know the “anime answer” to this situation would be for Matt to listen patiently to the next lore dump, immediately get over his feelings, and proceed to become more sympathetic to N and more hostile to Na’el for the rest of the game. The final fight with N will be littered with begging and pleading for him to ‘see reason’, and the final fight with Na’el will be “I’ll knock some sense into you!” type stuff. :/ I can see it now…

But I still hope, y’know, that this mildly interesting protagonist can keep some of the personal feelings and imperfections that make him interesting, rather than having it all scrubbed away so he can conform to the morality code of the “righteous” characters. So far the character writing in this DLC has been pretty good (much better than in the main game) and there’s still several hours of gameplay left to watch, so it’s definitely possible that the writers at least toyed with the idea of complexity somewhere in there.

[ginnyvos]

It's because some people's cries for attention are actively harmfull to others, or looking to overthrow boundaries set by other people by emotionally manipulating either them or the people around them.

As a therapist this is correct. Someone whose behavior is a cry for attention still needs help. You have the time, resources and most importantly, established safety net in place to give it. Please do.

As a person in the world, you often don't have those resources. You didn't cut off that person for fun. A couple of examples:

The guy who tried to set our apartment on fire after my roommate (his ex) got together with someone else

The guy who'd sexually assaulted me after I broke up with him kept stalking me and eventually tried convincing the people around us that I was the bully for refusing to talk it out with him

The guy who threatened to kill himself at least 10 times over (that we know of)and actually faked his suicide because we didn't want to engage with him after he first threatened and then physically assaulted us

The girl who kept sending pictures of her slid wrist to her ex boyfriend and our friends group after they broke up

The person who kept leaving vague messages about how some person in the discord server made them feel extremely unwelcome and had really hurt them and kept hinting it was me, because I asked them to stop referring to my identity as a slur and when they flat out refused didn't apologise and say I was wrong.

All of them were absolutely crying out for help and all of them were absolutely severely mentally ill and lonely and needed attention. These are some extreme examples to make a point, but often it's much less obvious and much less clear cut why someone chose to retract that attention in the first place.

The truth is, in many of these examples I felt uncomfortable with them and started withdrawing my attention before the behaviour escalated. I couldn't have told you exactly why in many of the cases. Looking back, there were always warning signs. Early transgressions of my boundaries because they felt their needs superceded mine.

Tldr: Asking for attention doesn't mean someone doesn't need help, this is true. However, many, many people 'just asking for attention' do so by transgressing on other people's boundaries. You never ever owe someone your attention or help unless they pay you for it and you can give it safely. Don't feel pressured to engage when engaging means putting your own mental health and safety on the line.

Also trust your instincts.

You never have to give up your mental health or safety in return for theirs!

[desidarling123]

This is completely off topic since your fics mostly focus on Remus, but I value your opinion on HP stuff because I find myself agreeing with what you say about it a lot. I was wondering what your views are on how Snape is often written in fanfiction. A lot of people seem to romanticize and ship him with OCs. Do you think it's possible he actually had fully developed crushes on women after Lily? It's weird question hours, sorry

LMAOOO no no anon I love this and pls send away! As a disclaimer: I am not by any means any sort of grand arbiter when it comes to Harry Potter canon at ALL, so please take this with a grain of salt.

So like... when it comes to Snape, I understand the impulse to romanticize him, I do. There is something very lovely and very inherently tragic about his story. I know people like to say he was obsessed with Lily and maybe he was, to some degree when he was younger, but I do think his love for her was genuine, in whatever form it took, especially towards the end of his life. Obsession alone could not lead him to do what he did for all those years or make him worthy of, for example, picking up Godric Gryffindor's sword. So calling it that is lazy and does a disservice to what his story was all about.

That said, the issue of Severus actually *IN* a romantic relationship is... complicated. He *is* canonically written as a mostly unpleasant person to be around, with the exceptions of some colleagues (e.g. Charity Burbage, who tearfully calls him a 'friend' shortly before her death).

Do I think he had like, sexual impulses? Probably, the man wasn't dead. Fleeting crushes? Hard MAYBE, but ehhh. I doubt he would act on any, and the feeling would fade fast enough. Outright romance? Very unlikely, as I see his love for Lily and his laser-focus on what he needed to do (protect Harry and play spy for Dumbledore) superceding all else.

The only real way I could see Severus plausibly engage in a romantic relationship would be if he had somehow survived Nagini's bite/the final battle. In that moment he would have been free -- no longer burdened with anyone else's asks of him. I think Harry's final victory over Voldemort would have also allowed him to "let go" of Lily at long last. His debt to her was repaid, in that sense -- he had saved her son and ensured he would live a life safe of the man who had murdered her. He could live his own life now, whatever he chose that to be.

At that point in canon he would be what, 38 years old? Same as Remus, so not impossible, but also not a spring chicken, not by any means.

But I think love at that age -- and especially after having just gone through a love that was so all-consuming -- is very different from the widely-indulged fanon versions of 'a romance with a dark, sexy Potions teacher' lmaoo.

Love at that age -- it's quieter, with the added weight of real life experience. It would be more of a warm simmer than something crazy hot and explosive. He would need someone who would understand all his baggage and trauma and still want him, after all was said and done. And the fact that he'd loved someone else for so long would have to be a plus rather than a detriment in their eyes. Really, someone who could see him exactly as he was, flaws and strengths both. Not easy to find.

I would have liked that for him, though. He had learned the meaning of true sacrifice in his life. Learning love -- not just the unrequited kind -- would have been a wonderful way to end his story.

[voidvoyeur]

JUDITH & THE MYERS FAMILY: MICHAEL’S EARLY CHILDHOOD   /   PT.1  

Judith was an incredibly devoted sister to Michael. I’ve spoken about this briefly before but the extent to which she dedicated her time to raising Michael equalled and superceded that of their mother. As well as taking on responsibilities such as babysitting when their parents were out, and walking him home from kindergarten, she was naturally very animated in her facial expressions and tone of voice -- an integral element of raising a child. Not only did this construct a strong basis for Michael identifying certain expression = certain emotion but also developed a positive relationship since the majority of her treatment towards him was affectionate and encouraging.            Because of this, Michael idolized her as his primary caregiver and only friend -- this wasn’t to say other children didn’t try to befriend him in kindergarten, at the time he was still learning language and spoke but didn’t see the point of establishing a bond with anyone else but Judith. He was disengaged in class and barely, if never, took part in necessary social exercises, yet with his sister there never seemed to be an expiration of his devotion to following her and watching her, eventually conversing with her. Only if they were alone would he speak clearly, otherwise if others were around he would frequently tug at her sleeve so he could whisper to her.

         In his mind’s eye, anything she said and did was his paramount interest. He learned how to express himself from her therefore such learned expressions were reserved for her. While seeking no kind of involvement with others, he was still able to observe certain behaviours and correlate positive attributes of how others interacted with each other to  how Judith interacted with him. For example: seeing parents picking up their children, noticing how they grinned and coddled their children, excitedly asking them about their day -- which is exactly what Judith did. Michael believed himself to be the centre of Judith’s world, and so he held her on a pedestal -- to him, she was incapable of doing anything wrong, incapable of betraying that perception he had. While many children have fictional icons, Michael had none and instead displaced ideals of perfection that would healthily be reconciled with when disproved in fantasy/fictional worlds onto his older sister -- a real person who would eventually prove her world revolved around more than just her little brother.           It was at the start of 1963 that their mother had a beneficial change of career schedule, therefore Judith no longer had to sacrifice as much of her free time to oversee Michael. This change was advantageous for the family in that it helped to confirm Judith’s growing concern that Michael wasn’t developing social skills as well as she hoped for his age -- an issue that had been brought up before by kindergarten teachers but one that their mother was only forced to address when spending more time with him. It became clear to their mother that Michael displayed a favoritism for Judith. Whenever his mother hugged or kissed him he would respond with indifference, whereas with Judith he would often initiate affectionate interactions. This dichotomy in Michael’s treatment of his family took somewhat of a toll on their mother’s mental health; his behaviour that she initially rationalised as shy instead mutated into the perception that Michael didn’t love her. Judith frequently had to assure her that the more time she spent with him, the more comfortable he would be with physical intimacy.           However as the months progressed, very little changed. If anything, Michael was more and more insistent on cementing his place as the crux of Judith’s attention now that she was spending more time out of the house. He had no interests to call his own, if she was buying him a toy in a store he wouldn’t pick one for himself until she suggested it. He would leave his bedroom and/or stay awake until Judith tucked him in. He would only watch the shows she did on T.V., listen to the music she put on. His obsessive need to be around her grew irritating, especially when she was doing homework or was talking on the phone with her friends or new boyfriend.              As for their father... he didn’t regard Michael’s behaviour as his responsibility to resolve. He was neglectful in a way that wasn’t criticised at the time -- minimal involvement in family matters save for the rare last-resort disciplinary voice. He was particularly domineering and stringent about the family keeping  their issues to themselves. When Judith suggested family counselling, he vehemently rejected the idea and lectured her  -- a yelled altercation Michael heard from the top of the stairs. When Judith retreated to her room in tears, Michael followed after her. His sister found the only solace she could in hugging him until she partially let go to call her boyfriend and vent. Even though she was still hugging Michael at her side, the fact that she was primarily involved in her conversation with someone else made him jealous to the point of trying to clamber over her lap and pull at the telephone wire. She had no choice but to eventually shut him out of her room if she wanted to talk to her boyfriend without being interrupted.

[tittaapt]

Spell decisions

#Spell decisions how to#

Then the next player in turn order receives priority. ‘the information was used as the basis for decision’ More example sentences A formal judgment. ‘Ill make the decision on my own’ More example sentences Synonyms The action or process of deciding something or of resolving a question. After receiving his Nobel prize in economics. If any mana is in that player’s mana pool, he or she announces what mana is there. 1 A conclusion or resolution reached after consideration. Keywords: Herbert Simon, judgment and decision making, bounded rationality. Players usually don’t get priority during the cleanup step (see rule 514.3).ġ16.3b The active player receives priority after a spell or ability (other than a mana ability) resolves.ġ16.3c If a player has priority when he or she casts a spell, activates an ability, or takes a special action, that player receives priority afterward.ġ16.3d If a player has priority and chooses not to take any actions, that player passes. After the first layer of KSs process the. No player receives priority during the untap step. The algorithms for data processing, decision-making, score generating and updating are also implemented in the KSs. Which player has priority is determined by the following rules:ġ16.3a The active player receives priority at the beginning of most steps and phases, after any turn-based actions (such as drawing a card during the draw step see rule 703) have been dealt with and abilities that trigger at the beginning of that phase or step have been put on the stack. Here are the rules on who gets priority when:ġ16.3. However, the misspelling supercede has been recorded for multiple centuries. In both languages it is spelled with an s. Supersede comes from French, and then Latin before that. It is a transitive verb that is used with an object.

#Spell decisions how to#

The second Familiar's ability then becomes the top-most object on the stack and that too will resolve before the spell you want to counter. Having difficulty spelling decision Check out Linguixs spelling book and learn how to spell decision correctly, its definition and how to use it in a sentence Millions trust Linguix’s free writing app to make their messages, documents, and posts clear, mistake-free, and effective. This verb means to replace or substitute something for something else. By chance or fate, you saw someone else in need of help and they remembered. One bad event after another, and you've found yourself on a downward spiral. Starting with the active player, each player in turn order gets priority whenever a spell or ability resolves, so if the first Familiar's ability resolves and your opponent decides to pay, then you still have the opportunity to sacrifice the other Familiar. Fear not the man who has practiced one thousand kicks, but the man who has practiced one kick one thousand times. Traditionally, we would hyphenate decision-making when the two words acted as a unit with an adjectival meaning, e.g. If it does resolve, the Familiar's ability will always resolve before the spell it tries to counter, because the stack works on the LIFO principle - Last In, First Out. Answer: You can use either decision making or decision-making in noun form, but decision-making is becoming more common. The opponent has to decide whether to pay if and when the Familiar's ability resolves.

[duhragonball]

ediblenonsense replied to your post “Keeping it 100”

AWWW i'm so glad you liked OTGW!!!! :D

Watching the first four episodes, I could tell it was good, but I couldn’t tell where it was all going.   Like, there was clearly more to it than the musical numbers with the pumpkin town and the animal school, but I couldn’t figure out which parts would be important later and which were just there to set the tone.   I hoped that the second half would bring everything together, and it was just very satisfying to see it come together so neatly. 

I guess I’ll put some more under a cut, for spoilers.

Like, now that I look back on it, the pumpkin town thing makes way more sense, knowing that Wirt’s worst enemy is his own crippling self-doubt.    The whole episode felt anticlimactic, and it was funny, but it also makes sense as a Wirt story.    He feared the worst, and then it just didn’t happen. 

I was thinking about how they didn’t reveal a lot of the backstory until Episode 9, and why that worked as well as it did.  Generally, I prefer stories to be told in chronological order, not because they have to be, but just because a lot of writers can trip themselves up by trying to play cute with flashbacks and flash-forwards.   Matt Fraction did an issue of Hawkeye that was completely out of order, to the point where a fan on tumblr made a post explaining how to sort the pages into chronological order.   I wondered if the whole trip was even necessary, since each page had a date and time on it, so any reader could do the same thing, and what purpose did it serve to print the story all mixed up?

The most egregious example I’ve seen is the movie Seven Pounds.   My ex-girlfriend wanted to see it with me, and it’s one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen.   Will Smith is a successful... doctor, I think?... and he spends most of the movie acting very mysterious and erratic, until we finally find out that he caused a car crash years ago, killing seven other people including his wife, and he’s so consumed by the guilt that he’s plotting to kill himself and donate all his organs.   Most of the stuff he does in the movie is giving way his worldly possessions, putting his affairs in order, and vetting the people he plans to donate his organs to, I guess because he wants to make sure he’s helping people who deserve it. 

It’s not a bad story when you write it out like that, but the problem is that they got really cute about the timing.   The movie opens with Will reporting his own suicide, then it flashes back to the days leading up to his death, then it occasionally flashes back further to hint at the car crash, and then, as you see him giving away his material possessions and hanging out with sick people, it starts to become clear what he’s up to. 

The problem I had was that I figured it out about halfway into the movie, and I’m not sure I was supposed to.    I say that because I got really bored watching the second half of it, because it was still teasing and hinting, and I already knew where this was going.   He had this big pet jellyfish, and it turned out that was how he planned to kill himself, because he had learned that the sting would be fatal without damaging any of his organs.   But when they actually paid all of that off, I didn’t care much, because I already knew the jellyfish must have had some role to play in his plan. 

Anyway, Over the Garden Wall kind of does the same trick, but successfully.    You have to wait until Episode 9 to find out how Wirt and Greg got lost, and what it is that they’re trying to return to.    Up to that point, I wasn’t sure if they even really had a home, and maybe they’d been trapped in an endless loop or something weird like that.   I started to think about why they didn’t just put Episode 9 up front, since that information seems worth leading off with. And this is what I came up with:

1. In Episode 8, Wirt blamed Greg for getting them lost.   That scene is more effective when we don’t know if Wirt is telling the truth or not.  

2. Episode 9 is completely different from the others, and it wouldn’t set the proper tone for the rest of the story.   By introducing the boys in costumes--but not acknowledging that it’s Halloween, we have no idea that they came from a modern setting.   To the audience, Wirt and Greg are completely unmoored from time.   We don’t know where they belong, which makes it seem plausible that maybe they don’t need to go back home.

3. What we see in Episode 9 isn’t needed to get the story started.    We don’t need to know about Sara, or the tape, or the cop who’s always kidding, or why Greg wears a teapot on his head.   We just need to know that they’re lost, and how they feel about being lost.   It’s only later, after Wirt has talked about life back home a few times, that it becomes necessary to reveal what home was actually like.  

4. A lot of the information in Episode 9 only works when it’s presented as a revelation.    If the story opened with the revelation that Greg’s teapot is a minimalist elephant costume, we wouldn’t care.   But because he wore the darn thing the entire time, and no one in the story seems to know what it’s for, it works as a payoff.    He could have told Beatrice or someone else in the present, but it works better as a flashback.   If we’d known about Sara from the beginning, it would distract from Wirt’s adventures.   He’d be doing all this stuff, and we’d be thinking about how things will end up with Sara when he gets back. 

So yeah, it’s just a really effective use of a flashback.  I think Seven Pounds made the mistake of being too guarded with its secrets.   They made Will Smith’s motivations so mysterious that it became impossible to tell who he was or what he was doing.  OTGW did it right, introducing Wirt as a sympathetic character with a clear goal in mind, and then slowly revealing a larger character arc that supercedes his immediate need to get out of the forest.   The revelations about him add to the character we already like, instead of just building him up from scratch.

[augustwash1]

Effective Guidelines to Love Life More Hiding your Cell Phone

Is incredibly regular for people to use somebody else's phone and be the first time. In doing so , were seeking to replicate that initial feeling of independence a mobile phone delivers. A relative in another point out was in the hospital. It was a Sunday evening, and I have been invited into a party. Instead of being away having fun I was sitting in my own apartment, awaiting the phone to call, troubled for reports. It was an associate who lend me his cellphone to make certain I will understand any news as quickly as possible, and in addition, be able to go to the party. There was no reason for me personally to be connected to my landline. We look back again at that occasion, and in addition for wondering at exactly how gracious my pal was in loaning me his phone intended for the night (who would volunteer their mobile phone away nowadays? ), My spouse and i couldn’t stop being amazed at the freedom this cellphone gave me. I had been able to venture out and be social - while still staying accessible simultaneously. This is the kind of freedom mobile phones give. But today our phones are about a lot more than audio calls, and they are no more an optionally available possession. They are really integrated into existence in ways not really their designers thought possible. However screen period is the new sitting in a desk chair all day at a time, which I happen to agree is a poor thing. I have a standing table and it is been a life changer. Industry when we are electronically connected more than ever, yet feeling alot more detached than ever, we are being taught, even cautioned, to minimize the dependence on cellular phones. To actually limit our time in front of screens, to put the phone down and also have a real discussion with someone, face to face. Prevention of gadgets and screen time has become becoming a extravagance item; being able to disconnect from your phones to get an extended time period bestows a status that a lot of us can’t afford or obtain. Do it, our company is told, for your sanity in the event that not humanity, and also for your neck: regularly looking straight down at your mobile phone strains your lower back, which leads to all sort of physical distress. I’ve also experienced repeating stress affliction with my hand from a lot of scrolling, and I could trust my forearm sometimes is painful in a odd place if I’ve applied my cellphone for very long. However can be using each of our cell phones a lot really so bad? Does being addicted to the phones genuinely disconnect all of us from others as much we think? Are not there positive factors for the activities that occupy all of us while our company is clutched to our mobile phones? Whenever we use our phones, can there be something we are missing that individuals would be carrying out otherwise? We get a great deal out of using my own cell phone, therefore no, Really dont want that will put it straight down. The answer is to not be socially shamed into using my own cell phone significantly less. The answer is to make certain cellphone use is hard to kick and beneficial and amusing, not a distraction coming from boredom or perhaps isolating you from sociable or professional settings. It is crucial to be intentional and conscious of how youre using your cellphone, not if you’re utilizing it at all or perhaps too much. The minds are constantly operating, processing our many thoughts, worries, problems, plans. We require a thoughts from all this, but sometimes, life is not so very clear cut. Take those movies. I go, nearly exclusively, into a movie theater which has a strict zero phones, no texting policy. They will put your rear end out if you utilize a phone in the theater. Nevertheless when I was having a friend, in which theater, who was being forever texted by his better half. As it happens her mother was in critical wellness trouble. He wound up leaving the movie to arrange to go to the international airport. As great as an uninterrupted movie encounter is, this doesn’t overcome emergencies if they arise. Couple of experiences with another individual will be as close and developing as a shared meal. (Hang on, I’ll get to love-making in a small. ) If there was ever before a moment once you’d wish to connect with somebody else, immediately, eye to eye, devoid of distraction, it might be over a meals. But, much like almost everything, there could be exclusions. What if, over the course of the chat, you start discussing going on a trip together, or about countrywide parks, or about endangered species? Looking up photos showing your associate can add towards the talk. Successfully Googling a well known fact or reference point can help within your debate. Writing a social media post you found provocative, interesting or perhaps important can be a launching level of a conversation. In those occasions, anyone is not distancing your self or placing something among you and someone else, you are sharing. ver post Believe me, sharing can be a magnificent point. What I’m not fighting is that the two of you should be taking a look at Facebook, independently, without interesting with one another. What I am declaring is that your mobile phone can be a conduit, a guideline, a personal guide for source materials, to bring and aid your chat. In case the focus continues to be on the both of you, the phone is really a prop. If the focus is definitely centered on the device, the gadget is the central magnet and you have shed attachment. The previous is very good, these is not. Each of our phones are a device. How we choose to use this instrument is what give them their particular benefit. You might think the very last place you’d want cellphone distraction could be the bedroom. On the surface, two people resting in bed next to each other, every single with cellular phones in their hands, all but disregarding each other, sounds like one of the most depressing, heart and soul-hurting displays one can easily think of modern life. But could it be naturally poor? If I’m reading the New York Times, what does this matter in the event that I’m browsing the actual conventional paper or the digital version in the device? In the event that I’m examining email, exactly what does it matter if I have a laptop or cellphone? If I am mastering games or otherwise distracted, how much does it subject if I am browsing a book of mastering some game? And in fact, rarely we sometimes glamorize reading in bed jointly? I love studying books, and locate it kind of hot my own partner truly does too. Carrying out that during sex together, then simply talking about what we’re browsing, is a great intellectual turn-on. So with every due value to several investigators, in this case, the carrier is usually not the response. What is important here is certainly not the device by itself, yet the activity you are involved in, either together or independently. There could be togetherness when two people are on their phones, just like there is once reading catalogs. Usually the problem arises when utilization of a gadget supercedes something, or perhaps causes a break up if a point of attachment could otherwise arise. Might associated with your telephones from bed mean more sex? Maybe. Should likewise lead to someone getting out of bed faster in the day time, or perhaps sleeping sooner at night. Although we’re while having sex, did you know that through your phone, you can view movies? Or look at photographs of…. whatever it truly is that arouses you? Or work with software meant to foster dialog or activity with a intimate spouse? The device is a tool. It exists without inherent judgment, qualities or worth. What we label of it is up to us. Should i really need to tell you this? Obviously there are times when you should absolutely never touch your smartphone, starting, surely, with driving a vehicle. (Guilty as recharged: I frequently use the Roadmaps applications in the phone to help me acquire where Im going. It’s not so straightforward, is it? ) I think faith based services must be device-free areas and specific zones, as should particular spaces, like gym bathroom rooms, exactly where privacy needs to be respected. I have a distaste for those who use their phone at the health club; I don’t need to hear your business calls although I’m strength training. Also, I see plenty of people using exercise and workout software on their telephones, showing the issue, that just as before, these types of mini-computers inside our pockets happen to be what we make of them. Should you be one of those people who attend a concert and require saving video footage and shooting photographs the full time, I actually ask how much of that is necessary. Taking joy in the moment for yourself, not merely through a device, is highly advised. But…. have I at any time watched concert footage online taken by somebody else? Yes, I use. A few years ago I was by a golf ball game with my Dad. I have been in the habit of checking Tweets during video games to follow along with the city of followers and media to help boost my connection with the game, and to know more about that which was going on. And that’s great for when watching at home. However I had been there. I didn’t will need that community - I had been with 20, 000 people, and my father. So I set my phone in my bank. I missed the comments. I skipped the details of issues I didn’t see since live, you miss much more than you think.

Yet I was in a position to soak in the surrounding. I had been able to talk to my Dad about what we thought would happen next. And later, at nighttime, when we brought up the game, we all reflected upon so many different occasions, details I might have overlooked had I looked at my own cellphone even more. So almost always there is a trade-off. You will come across moments when the mobile phone may distract you. That muddiness can be a awful thing (when you should be discussing with a loved one) or possibly a good thing (when you’re sad and alone and want something to cheer you up). It can disconnect you (when you avoid another person by diving into social media) or enable you to get together (if you look up a joke to see or employ your cellphone to turn on music to boogie to). Let us not hold our equipment responsible for your condition. A couple, lovers, let’s say, lying down in bed. In a single moment, they are both on their cell phones, lost within their own sides. In the next, their particular phones will be off, for the bedside table. What happens subsequent? Anything could happen. It’s up to the two people included. That’s true whether you may have your telephone in your hand or not. Of course, if you do, you also choose how to use your telephone: in a disconnecting way or possibly a sharing approach. If you’re sense bad or perhaps responsible about being with your mobile phone, guess what happens you should carry out. You really should trust your gut. Is essential to carry the person having the phone accountable, do not blame the product.

[lunaschild2016]

Take Your Time - Part 10

Rating: M (Swearing, smut, suggested violence and abuse)

Family isn’t always defined by blood and the strongest of ties can come from the most unexpected places. But could you risk losing that family when the love changes? What do you do when you find your soulmate at the age of sixteen? What if that soulmate is only nine? Sometimes all you can do…is take your time. Eric/OC AU No War, No Divergents

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A/N: This entire thing was literally written in a fever delirium and on strong cold meds. Apparently my smut levels rise when I am delirious.

Achievement unlocked: Smut

Level Advanced to: A Little Less Of A Rank Novice from Rank Novice

Perk Gained: Only 75% Chance of head exploding when reading or writing smut.

Anything ITALIC will be a flashback, memory or internal conversation.

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Eric

Eric didn't remember getting off the mountain clearly. He didn't remember any of the trip to the hospital. He had flashes but it was all panic and anger at Lacey being taken from him.

When he woke that was all fresh in his mind along with a panicked desperation to find her. Before his eyes even opened he knew she wasn't in his arms. Which was the only place she should be and the only thing he was going to accept.

His eyes popped open and he lunged up off the bed he was on. Or he tried to.

His arms and legs resisted his commands and one look told him why.

Why the fuck was he being restrained and who the fuck had ordered that?

His mind started racing as his eyes took everything in of his surroundings. He wasn't being detained but he was being restrained on a hospital bed. There was still an IV in his arm, he had a gown on but there was no indication of anything else.

Was he being restrained because he had done something or because they are worried he will do something? His heart almost stopped at the thought of the only thing that it might because of.

Lacey is gone and they know how it is going to destroy him so they are keeping him chained up.

He is crippled for what seems like hours before something kicks him into gear.

No!

He refuses to accept she is gone.

With grunts of frustration and anger he starts to yank on the restraints to try and dislodge them. He is trying to use all his strength but it isn't all there.

“Fuck!” He roars but it is hoarse and broken.

There is a sigh from outside of his door and then a drawled voice. “And he's awake. Again. Should you do the honors this time or should I?”

“Just go put in the call to Four, Hayes. I would keep the attitude in check if I were you.” Another voice replied before steps lead away and then steps moved towards the room.

Then the familiar figure of Will, a transfer initiate from Erudite during Tris’, comes through the door. He looks at Eric with narrowed eyes and doesn't flinch even though the leader is giving him his best icy and intimidating glare.

“Let. Me. Out. Now.” Eric enunciates each word slowly and coldly. With deadly menace.

Will stops and swallows but keeps his chin squared. “No can do boss man. Orders from Four are that until we are sure you won't put anyone else in the Med Center, you stay restrained.”

“As I am Senior Leader my orders supercede all others, you will do as I say.” He ground out but in the back of his mind he knew of a few loopholes that he hoped to hell hadn’t been enacted.

Will shrugged. “I was told that because of your condition until both the doctor and the second in command, Four, give the ok; you are to stay in that bed and restrained.”

Fuck! Of course the ass would know one of the damn holes to exploit.

“Well, then I would suggest you get both of them here immediately. Also...I want to know where…” His voice breaks and he scowls hard at the tears threatening to break lose. He takes a breath to try and continue but only a croak comes out.

Will frowns and nods. “I’ll let Four tell you, but I can say they are doing everything they can for her.”

Eric grits his teeth and shakes his head while balling his hands up in the restraints and yanking on them. “Not. Fucking. Good. Enough.” He gasps out with each time he tries to use all his strength to break free.

Wheezing he collapses back on the bed.

Will backs up and nods. Maybe sensing the Eric doesn’t want to be seen like this. “I’ll just see about getting the doctor in here but we have already sent for Four.”

Eric grunts in dismissal and closes his eyes. He feels tired already.

How can he be tired again already? He just woke up.

How long had he been out?

It takes too long for any answers to come and he had drifted off during the time it took. His dreams went from pleasant to nightmarish the entire time.

During the nightmares he would fight to wake and the good ones found him trying to stay asleep. He was in one of the good ones when Four finally made it in.

“Eric.” Four called from beside him and gave his shoulder a few shakes.

He grumbled a little at being taken from his dream but sighed awake and turned his head to look at Four. He gave a pointed look to his bindings and then back to his second in command.

Four’s lips thinned and he nodded. “We’ll get to that but we have to make sure you aren’t going to attack anyone else. You were still out of it, but the last few times you came out of the sedation they had to put you under, you attacked. Put one of the medics here in his own bed.”

“How long?” Eric croaked out with a dry throat. Four frowned then reached over to grab a cup of water that had a straw in it already waiting for him. He held it out and lifted an eyebrow when Eric glared at him.

Eric huffed before he resigned himself and lifted his head to drink from the cup while Four held it for him. When he had gotten enough, Four put the cup down and then turned back to him.

“You have been out for three days. You had started to go into severe hypothermia. There was some internal bruising from the accident and a concussion you probably didn’t realize you had.” Four finishes and waits for what Eric knows he is expecting him to ask.

“Lacey?” Just the name is said in a broken whisper.

Four’s eyes mist over and he looks away for a moment; Eric feels his heart plummet. “She is fighting. They had to repair several small tears that were bleeding out slowly. There was a concussion for her too. She has major internal bruising and something happened to her liver. They got all of that repaired but they said it is better to keep her in a medically induced coma while it heals more.” Four sighs and looks back to Eric. “They said they don’t know how she made the climb at all or that she survived the ride to Erudite.”

Eric closes his eyes as the emotions weigh him down. Tears leak from his eyes without him even caring. He hears and feels the restraints being released and as soon as his hands were free he lifts them to his face. Four put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

“She is fighting and did fight, Eric.”

He nodded while he got himself under control then pushed back his tears. “I want to see her.” He demanded.

Four sighed deeply with a nod. “I know. The doctor isn’t going to release you yet and that will be the only way you can see her.”

Eric glares at him and shakes his head. “Not acceptable. I want to be with her. Put me in the same room with her, move us both. I don’t care what needs to be done but you will get it done. I will accept nothing less than being in that same room with her. Period.”

“You know she might be here a while, Eric.” Four whispered worriedly. “They said there is a chance she might not…”

“A chance. But there is a chance she will walk out of here and that is what I am going to focus on. I walk out of here when she does, Four. I promised I would never let her go again and I mean that.”

Four smiled sadly and nodded. “You know, it’s about time you’re getting off your ass.” He gave a sideways smile that made Eric’s eyes widen slightly for a moment. Four laughed and shook his head. “It has always been at least a little obvious to those of us close to you two. It just wasn’t our place to say anything. But we all saw how you were with her, how you always put her first. How do you tell someone they are in love if they aren’t going to admit it themselves?”

Eric let his head drop and nodded feeling the weight of all that time gone. “Who is with her right now?”

“It rotates out. Wade comes over from Erudite when he can but he is still in training for his own positions there. You know how forgiving Erudite is, as in not at all. Your brothers and sister stop by as well for you both and they are helping with Wade. Making sure he is updated or just being there for him when he can’t be here. Henley and Deacon are there every second they can spare. Tris and I come as well but I am trying to hold down the fort so I don’t get away as much. The doctors don’t want too many people that aren’t considered family in there because of the risk of infection.”

Eric nodded thoughtfully. “I want to be moved Four. And I am talking in the next hour. As far as work, even though I might not be released, I can work from a bed. Get me my laptop and all my gear and I will set up in the room.”

Four sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “You aren’t setting foot back in Dauntless unless she is with you.”

It isn’t a question but Eric replies to it anyways.

“Not a fucking toe unless she is with me.” Eric confirms firmly and his eyes hard, letting Four know there is no argument on this.

Four nodded briskly. “I’ll get Deacon to get some shit for you from your apartment and I’ll arrange for the rest.”

Eric nodded and sighed in impatience and also frustration that he was already tired again. “Good.” He mumbled.

He was unstrapped but his physical condition felt like it’s own restraint. He hated that it was his own weakness keeping him from just standing up and walking to Lacey right this minute. He hoped Four really did get it all taken care of quickly.

Everything in him was telling him that to bring Lacey back he needed to be as close to her as possible.

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The first week after he had woken and been moved to Lacey’s room had been some the most tense and heart wrenching moments of his life.

First had been when his bed was wheeled into the larger room that she had been moved to for both of them to fit comfortably. He had to wait longer because it was a delicate process for her to be moved but also because the room had to be cleared.

The perks of being a senior leader. When he made a demand and pulled strings, shit got done.

It had a large couch that he could use later on, along with a small table as furniture. It’s own private bathroom as well and that completed the room. Nothing fancy of course but he didn’t need fancy. He just needed Lacey and this gave him that.

He hated the space that they made between the beds have, even if he understood it. As soon as the fussing nurses had gone away, Four had helped him to stand and hobble his way over to her bedside then helped him into the recliner chair that would basically become his bed and home for the time they were there.

The sight broke everything in him. He didn’t even bother to try and hide the tears that streamed down his face. It was only Four there and his friend was pretty choked up himself.

Lacey looked so frail and small in the bed with all the tubes and wires connected to her. She had a tube down her throat to help her breath but they said they would be weaning her off of that in the next week depending on her healing.

She had little patches of rough skin from where she had developed a bit of frostbite and they had used skin grafts as well as healing serum. Eric had them as well and was told for both of them they would heal as if they had never been there. Not that it mattered for shit to him either for himself or her.

The majority of her bruising was internal or her stomach where the straps that had saved her life had also done the damage. It had been inevitable, he was told by the doctors. There were three deaths in the accident and all of those had been those not strapped in. The two up at the front of the transport, driver and passenger, had died instantly after being ejected when not wearing their belts. The others had suffered injuries somewhat similar but varying degrees of severity.

Those that had survived had all been ones that only strapped in when they saw Eric doing so himself. He tried to find comfort in that and also played in his mind what Lacey would say to that.

She would probably say something about the big bad leader being a ‘trendsetter’. Whatever the hell that meant and what he did one day others would do the next. All while smirking at him playfully.

He sat beside her bed, holding her hand, and could almost hear her voice saying the words to him.

Being near her was better but also worse. He couldn’t hold her like he wanted to. He couldn’t take away her pain or make her better. He didn’t even get that feeling like he always had when she was near. The one where he didn’t have to touch her to know it was her.

That part was the worst because it scared him the most. It made him ask himself what if she wasn’t there to come back to him.

He found himself in the first days just sitting there staring at her and talking. Hoping that at some point she would open her eyes just once for him. That his voice and presence would draw her out of her sleep and she would come back to him.

Close to the end of the week, it had looked like things were looking up. Until they seemed like everything was crashing down around them. Eric blames everyone who talked him into getting a shower and going to the cafeteria instead of staying in the room.

He had been officially released the day before and was told he was on ‘light duty’. He still wasn’t leaving and any work he did was from the hospital room. He hadn’t showered, shaved or anything and Henley had looked at him in disgust when she had come in.

So he had listened to her prodding, gotten up and showered. Then she said that Lacey would want him to go eat. That he would be no good to her if he wasn’t taking care of himself. He had let her and Deacon lead him down to get some air and eat.

He came back to chaos. Somehow Lacey had developed a bacterial infection. It almost killed her and the next few days were hell for Eric and everyone. Henley and Wade camped out with Eric in the room. Eric taking the reclining chair next to her bed. He refused to go further than that.

As if being surrounded by her family alone was what she needed, Lacey started to recover better than they expected.

Going into the second week Eric had hope. When they removed the tube and stopped the medications to keep her under, he felt like he could breathe.

They predicted two days. Two days for her to wake up.

By the fifth day Eric felt like there was a battle being waged that he didn’t know the outcome to. He was losing hope and drowning.

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1. "Have it your way." I don't know what to do. 2. The Fertile Crescent. It's not to really include the non-white areas, i was told, so whatever areas are the fertile crescent area without non-white people. 3. The devil is going w music from the neighbor. I just woke up a few minutes ago. "Im not sure what to do. i have to tell something happening. I can't do some stuff im doing. Soon jt won't go on anymore," the devil said. It's pressing some stuff, like it was trying to press i shouldn't write this. 'You are fake but that's not what I'm able to do," the devil said. It's pressing that my responding earlier to someone who commented on something I posted on Facebook, the person I'm to be friends w on Facebook, the devil is pressing i am seeming too nice to the person. "He is not to be okay for what he said," the devil said. The person, i know is really trying to end the world. People don't wish really to have things so harsh, i can tell the devil tries to alter that the person can say anything. It's going crazy trying to press some stuff about how I'm supposed to act here n it's trying to press some rigidity. It's really irritating n sick. It keeps trying to press i am fake. "Him is not okay here. Do you want to know what happened that you did that. He is less okay. Do you wanna suck his dick not. I must go. ....," the devil said. "You are not okay to be saying this here n it not end the world," the devil said. But lots of like unusual things involved here n it's awkward yo deal w it n the thing is trying to force a hard line or some just line drawing in places it is to be acting alone as some kind of boss or something n is going psycho insulting saying I'm to be fake. I am not fake. I have never been that. It's incredibly weird here. The reality surrounding me is not exactly my own, i have a different reality. The surrounding reality is supposed to be winning or going on as popular in a way that doesn't make sense there is to be a real considering of things as fake that are fake or that are really not okay n pretended to be okay. Disease is not okay, it's pretended to be real. Bb. 4. Atheism is considered a belief. It is nonbelief in god. 5. But fuck you n you are having a religion, it is worshiped here in this country, the USA, worshiping the allotment of the dollar. You are attacking the superceding of the worship of the dollar alotment w your comments here. Youre saying its stealing from someone else. It is really ruled by the devil here. But you cannot coexist w people you are attacking w your worship or order. people you think are crazy. They worship that insanity is a matter of fact n not an insult but something to prove w science. But really you would be a Reptillian or something to be fighting for this you're fighting for n being obsessed w trying to assess someone else as less than: incorrect n insane as a matter of fact n as a person you are to try to coexist with that you wish not well. It is really enslavement of others deemed as less than by your god the devil. This is the religion here. You are crazy to be pretending this is something to go on n not end or be stopped w a war, something. This is just everyday life, this hate, this way of things is really actually crazy n very disgusting. It's not normal. It's not something to continue. 6. But you need to go to war. You cannot coexist w this attitude. You'll have to stab yourself in the face, you are not able to exist. It is not possible to be what you are pretending to be. You are crazy, this is not what life can be, this fight n hate for someone to continue. There is actually a war now, it is pretended it is not going on. But you would be for the devil n for attack of people as everyday way of life, poverty n worship of inequality n the allotment of the dollar. But the devil tries to pretend people can seem to support these things n be okay, support for others to not have what they want. Really you Cannot coexist to go against someone else's will. You have to go to war, something. It cannot continue. Attack n assessment n insult is not for everyday life. It's not the truth. Poverty is not the truth. The dollar as a thing to continue n allow for some to have n some not, it's not the truth. It's not something to last. 7. 1 2 Replies to Steve's comment on Carl Sabel's post. View post Steve Jeffery Where's this god motherfucker stealing all this money from that he can provide so many motherfucking financial blessings!? Oh, yeah. Sorry, church goers. Monday at 8:18pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla I'm sure there's plenty of money people never use. Never. Lots of people very rich hypothetically here, Donald Trump, Paris Hilton, Warren Buffet, celebrities are to be quite rolling in the dough w lots of expendable seeming items. Some are To Go Broke From Supposed Mismanagement. Surplus Is Best But Miracles Are Quite Worthy A Thing To Be Able To Exist, quite an enhancement to what would be life as it is known, maybe more miracles would be good n less emphasis on limits not being overcome, this would be preferred. Yesterday at 10:22am · LikeMore Marla Bobarla But it is rare for celebrities to go broke in this reality. It's heard of but it's rare. Yesterday at 10:24am · LikeMore Steve Jeffery Plenty of money that people never use? There? Okay. Come here. Tens of millions of poor people having their money stolen by a relative handful of unscrupulous fairytale-peddlers. I am not sure why you're talking about celebrities, and it's not rare for them to go broke at all. Yesterday at 2:44pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Yup, not rare -- I mean common, or it is rare for them to go broke, as i said. They are quite rolling in the dough. If some is stolen as you said by the god character or whatever you're supposed to be referring to it as it shouldn't be too noticeable. God, miracles should produce something either way like as in without stealing but since plenty of figures are rolling in the dough it shouldn't matter too much if they have some minused from their piles of dough. Perhaps it's best for it to be put to use. Yesterday at 5:37pm · Edited · LikeMore Marla Bobarla But it is rare for the celebrities to go broke. It's not really heard of much. MC Hammer had some mismanagement, i think vaguely I can think of someone like Ray Charles, that's kind of from another time. Yesterday at 5:39pm · LikeMore Steve Jeffery I don't care about celebrities, and I don't know what you're talking about with regards to replying to my comment. Yesterday at 6:05pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla I don't really know what you're talking about either. It's not something to know really. It's a bit indirect n just not really something so of interest to express. Yesterday at 7:19pm · Edited · LikeMore Steve Jeffery What the... Okay. I think we'd best leave this crack party here, mate. Yesterday at 9:09pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Not a mate, for sure. Yesterday at 9:43pm · LikeMore Steve Jeffery Fake-god damn right you're no friend of mine - it's a figure of speech from the country that invested the language. Put the pipe down. Yesterday at 10:21pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Devil worshiper. Yesterday at 10:56pm · LikeMore Steve Jeffery I don't worship the devil because you can't worship something you don't believe exists - you give life to the myth of your devil simply by mentioning this imaginary enemy's name. Yesterday at 11:01pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla That is a religion saying the devil doesn't exist, it's the religion of the United States of America. Yesterday at 11:03pm · Like1More Steve Jeffery I don't live in nor have I have ever been to the US, and you obviously don't know the definition of religion. Wrong and wrong. Yesterday at 11:04pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla You should live there, it's the capital for what you said was your belief. If you disagree w my idea of the word religion it doesn't really matter, that should still make sense, the first sentence here. Yesterday at 11:07pm · LikeMore Steve Jeffery And what did I say was my belief? Your idea of the word 'religion' doesn't really matter if you're not going to use it properly. Yesterday at 11:12pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla You said you don't believe in the devil. Your state or condition or "take" on the question of whether there is a devil, it is a belief or a opinion. Your opinion is different from mine, it is quite a common opinion here, yours is, it is like normal here, so i said you would be at home here. It is not a proper state of things for clashing beliefs to coexist. It is more than one truth, it does quite result in a way of life that does not go together, the differing beliefs result in different ways of life that cannot coexist. 9 hours ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla I do use my words properly for my own intention, functioning. Im not for your critique also. That is irritating there are to be people talking like that like im a student in school. I don't believe in someone else telling me how to use my words. I said the word didn't matter meaning that a person's meaning for what they're saying matters. I know there is some concern of the word religion for a reason that is unfair. It is made up here that the truth is a religion. The truth is just the truth. It is not a like freaky thing that is less than to the mainstream normalized culture or way of life that has within it elements in it to be held up as superior. 8 hours ago · LikeMore Steve Jeffery 'Not believing' is non-belief, and so is the exact opposite of what you claim (you claim it is belief), regardless of what you consider to be normal (irrelevant), and there is no such thing as "more than one truth" in any given situation (something is either true or not - but by your initial logic, non-truth should apparently be a form of truth). Using words for your own 'function' makes you a poor communicator and you absofuckinglutely are not using words properly, whether you like it or not. The words of course matter when trying to convey anything at all if you want to convey it accurately, and you are insane to suggest otherwise. Wrong on so many levels, so just stop rambling on and on. 5 hours ago · Edited · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Atheism is considered a belief. It is nonbelief in god. 54 minutes ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla But fuck you n you are having a religion, it is worshiped here in this country, the USA, worshiping the allotment of the dollar. You are attacking the superceding of the worship of the dollar alotment w your comments here. Youre saying its stealing from someone else. It is really ruled by the devil here. But you cannot coexist w people you are attacking w your worship or order. people you think are crazy. They worship that insanity is a matter of fact n not an insult but something to prove w science. But really you would be a Reptillian or something to be fighting for this you're fighting for n being obsessed w trying to assess someone else as less than: incorrect n insane as a matter of fact n as a person you are to try to coexist with that you wish not well. It is really enslavement of others deemed as less than by your god the devil. This is the religion here. You are crazy to be pretending this is something to go on n not end or be stopped w a war, something. This is just everyday life, this hate, this way of things is really actually crazy n very disgusting. It's not normal. It's not something to continue. 48 minutes ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla But you need to go to war. You cannot coexist w this attitude. You'll have to stab yourself in the face, you are not able to exist. It is not possible to be what you are pretending to be. You are crazy, this is not what life can be, this fight n hate for someone to continue. There is actually a war now, it is pretended it is not going on. But you would be for the devil n for attack of people as everyday way of life, poverty n worship of inequality n the allotment of the dollar. But the devil tries to pretend people can seem to support these things n be okay, support for others to not have what they want. Really you Cannot coexist to go against someone else's will. You have to go to war, something. It cannot continue. Attack n assessment n insult is not for everyday life. It's not the truth. Poverty is not the truth. The dollar as a thing to continue n allow for some to have n some not, it's not the truth. It's not something to last. 42 minutes ago · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply 8. https://m.facebook.com/comment/replies/?ctoken=1497027137063146_1497651153667411&ft_ent_identifier=1497027137063146&gfid=AQCBUkam28gHHFPQ&notif_t=group_activity&notif_id=1511323978670204&ref=m_notif 9. There is a book, The Alchemist. I have heard parts of it when my sister was listening to it on audio. It is very interesting n it was some good stuff I heard. My understanding of Alchemist is magician, so this is an EXTREMELY interesting comment you've made, Michael K. Riley​​ Michael K. Riley. Glad you are commenting n able to comment. Thanks. I appreciate it.​​ I hear in my mind mentioning this, ie that i appreciate your comments, will help give some perspective for you on the occurrence of things here. Things are Not As They Appear. People are not actually present in their form on this plane. Iseem to be but it's for something I am to represent. Very interesting, the topic of planes. I have been meaning to find n share something on my page on it lately. I found something a while ago on someone else's page, something the person wrote. Here the physical plane or I'm not sure how to call it but it is pretended to be the only plane. This is a split reality, this comes to mind as i write this, this is one way it is split, w the planes. The mind plane is one I know of that is pretty much pretended to not exist here. "It is," the devil said in my mind. It rules this false reality here. Hearing from others how things are, or hearing thoughts of others helps make clear what is happening, etc. It is something that is not common here, so i appreciate people's comments, especially things that are agreeing w stuff I think. 10. 9+ 1 Replies to Michael's comment on yourpost. View post Michael K. Riley Newton was an alchemist before the British Academy of Sciences tapped him to do their PSYOPS. Later, they tapped Darwin. 5 hours ago · Like1Delete Michael K. Riley Malthus hated true science. Probably why the British and their puppets weaponize science whenever and where ever they find it. 1 hour ago · LikeDelete Marla Bobarla There is a book, The Alchemist. I have heard parts of it when my sister was listening to it on audio. It is very interesting n it was some good stuff I heard. My understanding of Alchemist is magician, so this is an EXTREMELY interesting comment you've made, Michael K. RileyMichael K. Riley. Glad you are commenting n able to comment. Thanks. I appreciate it. I hear in my mind mentioning this, ie that i appreciate your comments, will help give some perspective for you on the occurrence of things here. Things are Not As They Appear. People are not actually present in their form on this plane. Iseem to be but it's for something I am to represent. Very interesting, the topic of planes. I have been meaning to find n share something on my page on it lately. I found something a while ago on someone else's page, something the person wrote. Here the physical plane or I'm not sure how to call it but it is pretended to be the only plane. This is a split reality, this comes to mind as i write this, this is one way it is split, w the planes. The mind plane is one I know of that is pretty much pretended to not exist here. "It is," the devil said in my mind. It rules this false reality here. Hearing from others how things are, or hearing thoughts of others helps make clear what is happening, etc. It is something that is not common here, so i appreciate people's comments, especially things that are agreeing w stuff I think. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply 11. https://m.facebook.com/comment/replies/?ctoken=383591062065376_383633485394467&ft_ent_identifier=383591062065376&gfid=AQA-9s3uh9A2EMtp&notif_t=group_activity&notif_id=1511376512584559&ref=m_notif 12. "Bitch was yelling EXTREMELY loud. Im not sure what to do. Hate yourself. i don't know what to do. I don't wish this. Oh god. I can't be this," the devil said. "The police but not. I must go," the devil said. It was threatening the police or something, it just said police, but it was making a threat feeling because I said it was out of control here. "Please don't say that," the devil said. But the devil was making some music from the neighbor again. I was yelling, really screaming really loud. "I was pressing bitch felt less than. I'm not sure what to do i have to stop doing that. ...," the devil said. It was pressing i felt less than to the other neighbor because I had been yelling, it was pressing that, it was very irritating. It keeps pressing stuff. It's making my eye lid twitch. It's going w music from the neighbor, it goes through the entire unit, it's what called a town house here. "You don't deserve anything here where so sick as fuck, they do play god. Eeee. I don't know what to do. I must go," the devil said. It's pressing stuff like crazy. It's been pressing senses of self, supposed to be less than, a black stereotypes, other things it's been pressing too, something w my vagina, it tries to say that I'm somethinglike a whore, it says stuff like this. I don't use that word much really, but I don't have sex here additionally, it's very weird it comes up w these weird things. But the devil has been attacking very very bad this morning. It was making me sweaty earlier n it was attacking it was clear because I criticize here. "Eeeehhh. That was why," the devil said. The devil is continuing w loud music from the neighbor. "You're ugly. But not. I have to stop doing that. Oh god. I don't know how to tell this but i cannot do this," the devil said. "Say I don't know what to do," the devil said. But it keeps obsessing I am ugly, it tries to do a little w this. "I don't know what to do. I am not allowed to act like this. Someone is newly aware n they are aware of that. Old face, you feel it right. I was saying that. I have to go. I am not sure what to do but i cannot go on. Oh god. I have to go," the devil said. Some asides. "I don't know what to do but i must leave very bad," the devil said. It was saying some stuff earlier that i thought was saying it was trying to continue. It was saying it was not doing okay here seeming to suggest it would have to do something else to go on it seemed long term. "That is nit what it is to be taken as. But I have to tell sometimes I'm not able to be this," the devil said. It seems to be doing something weird to be saying this, like it's testing something. It just started to say it was trying to say i was not the truth. "That is what it was saying is something weird, Titty," someone said. It is not just me that was seeming to be witnessing it say that earlier as this. It keeps pressing stuff right. "You are less. I'm not sure what to do. I have to stop," the devil said. "You are less bitch, whore. Ahhh. You are less. I call the shots," the devil said. Not for me. They have to figure this out, they cannot rule someone else's life. This isn't the arrangement is some to rule others, this isn't what's supposed to be is inequality. "I keep pressing you are less. This is to be the truth here some to be superior. You, you are less. To the police. I have to stop doing it. Ahhh. I'm not okay," the devil said would. The music continues, it's very loud. "He has to go to work soon. They do worship this here, forced labor. Oh god. I have to stop doing something. I can't force that you're telling is this," the devil said. Some asides, but someone apparently said the devil wasn't allowed to press that for me to tell that it was something like me n i could sense someone else saying something of the devil earlier seeming to be saying -- some break here, the devil was attacking the crap out of me trying to force that i was to have some heavy sense of what the self is in relation the other kind senses of someone aware the devil was saying something weird when he was saying he was not doing okay here earlier. It just said hang yourself or something to me. "I said that. I must go. I am not okay . I am not to be revealed as who wishes to be going on. I cannot tell the truth, right. But I was doing that to the person, i try to get a sense of self from the person," the devil said. It keeps trying to fit stuff onto me. Some sense of corny. "...Thats who they are, it's saying they're not real people," it was said. So apparently the devil is trying to go on n have some persona for the people here but it is told that they are not real people. The music is going on very loud. I just yelled "Stop!" "I don't know what to do. I have to actually stop very bad. I can't do this," the devil said. #twosides #psychosociety #ahorribleplace #sickasfuck #totaldumbasfuck "I have to go," the devil said. But the devil has been going crazy w the forced senses of self. It said earlier it was trying to act like there was an exact copy of me somewhere to say the person had been put out of a place like they did at Dunston Manor, it was pressing some stuff about that onto me, ie that that was supposed to be okay. I said it wasn't , i said the people were TOTALLY sick n crazy. Something may have happened to do w that. #attacksociety #stoptheviolence #adangerousplace They are so sick n crazy n disgusting. 13. "Bitch was yelling EXTREMELY loud. Im not sure what to do. Hate yourself. i don't know what to do. I don't wish this. Oh god. I can't be this," the devil said. "The police but not. I must go," the devil said. It was threatening the police or something, it just said police, but it was making a threat feeling because I said it was out of control here. "Please don't say that," the devil said. But the devil was making some music from the neighbor again. I was yelling, really screaming really loud. "I was pressing bitch felt less than. I'm not sure what to do i have to stop doing that. ...," the devil said. It was pressing i felt less than to the other neighbor because I had been yelling, it was pressing that, it was very irritating. It keeps pressing stuff. It's making my eye lid twitch. It's going w music from the neighbor, it goes through the entire unit, it's what called a town house here. "You don't deserve anything here where so sick as fuck, they do play god. Eeee. I don't know what to do. I must go," the devil said. It's pressing stuff like crazy. It's been pressing senses of self, supposed to be less than, a black stereotypes, other things it's been pressing too, something w my vagina, it tries to say that I'm somethinglike a whore, it says stuff like this. I don't use that word much really, but I don't have sex here additionally, it's very weird it comes up w these weird things. But the devil has been attacking very very bad this morning. It was making me sweaty earlier n it was attacking it was clear because I criticize here. "Eeeehhh. That was why," the devil said. The devil is continuing w loud music from the neighbor. "You're ugly. But not. I have to stop doing that. Oh god. I don't know how to tell this but i cannot do this," the devil said. "Say I don't know what to do," the devil said. But it keeps obsessing I am ugly, it tries to do a little w this. "I don't know what to do. I am not allowed to act like this. Someone is newly aware n they are aware of that. Old face, you feel it right. I was saying that. I have to go. I am not sure what to do but i cannot go on. Oh god. I have to go," the devil said. Some asides. "I don't know what to do but i must leave very bad," the devil said. It was saying some stuff earlier that i thought was saying it was trying to continue. It was saying it was not doing okay here seeming to suggest it would have to do something else to go on it seemed long term. "That is nit what it is to be taken as. But I have to tell sometimes I'm not able to be this," the devil said. It seems to be doing something weird to be saying this, like it's testing something. It just started to say it was trying to say i was not the truth. "That is what it was saying is something weird, Titty," someone said. It is not just me that was seeming to be witnessing it say that earlier as this. It keeps pressing stuff right. "You are less. I'm not sure what to do. I have to stop," the devil said. "You are less bitch, whore. Ahhh. You are less. I call the shots," the devil said. Not for me. They have to figure this out, they cannot rule someone else's life. This isn't the arrangement is some to rule others, this isn't what's supposed to be is inequality. "I keep pressing you are less. This is to be the truth here some to be superior. You, you are less. To the police. I have to stop doing it. Ahhh. I'm not okay," the devil said would. The music continues, it's very loud. "He has to go to work soon. They do worship this here, forced labor. Oh god. I have to stop doing something. I can't force that you're telling is this," the devil said. Some asides, but someone apparently said the devil wasn't allowed to press that for me to tell that it was something like me n i could sense someone else saying something of the devil earlier seeming to be saying -- some break here, the devil was attacking the crap out of me trying to force that i was to have some heavy sense of what the self is in relation the other kind senses of someone aware the devil was saying something weird when he was saying he was not doing okay here earlier. It just said hang yourself or something to me. "I said that. I must go. I am not okay . I am not to be revealed as who wishes to be going on. I cannot tell the truth, right. But I was doing that to the person, i try to get a sense of self from the person," the devil said. It keeps trying to fit stuff onto me. Some sense of corny. "...Thats who they are, it's saying they're not real people," it was said. So apparently the devil is trying to go on n have some persona for the people here but it is told that they are not real people. The music is going on very loud. I just yelled "Stop!" "I don't know what to do. I have to actually stop very bad. I can't do this," the devil said. #twosides #psychosociety #ahorribleplace #sickasfuck #totaldumbasfuck "I have to go," the devil said. But the devil has been going crazy w the forced senses of self. It said earlier it was trying to act like there was an exact copy of me somewhere to say the person had been put out of a place like they did at Dunston Manor, it was pressing some stuff about that onto me, ie that that was supposed to be okay. I said it wasn't , i said the people were TOTALLY sick n crazy. Something may have happened to do w that. #attacksociety #stoptheviolence #adangerousplace They are so sick n crazy n disgusting. #antichristsociety #devilworshiping #ruledbythedevil 14. 1 2 The page you requested cannot be displayed right now. It may be temporarily unavailable, the link you clicked on may be broken or expired, or you may not have permission to view this page. Back to previous page 15. https://m.facebook.com/profile.php?fref=nf&ref=m_notif&notif_t=like 16. The devil is making a post I'm trying to not post, it's a error message coming. ..... 1 2 The page you requested cannot be displayed right now. It may be temporarily unavailable, the link you clicked on may be broken or expired, or you may not have permission to view this page. Back to previous page 17. https://marlaluster.tumblr.com/post/167802661530/the-devil-is-blocking-a-post-im-trying-to-post-to 18. Atheism is a religion (here), it could be said, if it hasn't been said. I'm not an atheist. They Would Be Not Believing There Is More Than Meets The Eye. Pretty horrible way of things. It is to be the way of things, what goes w the rule of the world, Atheism. Same as what I call concretism. This is all there is n ever will be. People are to be crazy, ie mentally ill n horrible things according to this way of framing things which favors the devil. It tries to stay hidden n do hidden attack of people w homelessness n other things. 19. Atheism is a religion (here), it could be said, if it hasn't been said. I'm not an atheist. They Would Be Not Believing There Is More Than Meets The Eye. Pretty horrible way of things. It is to be the way of things, what goes w the rule of the world, Atheism. Same as what I call concretism. A thought or mindset, "This is all there is n ever will be." People are to be crazy, ie mentally ill n horrible things according to this way of framing things which favors the devil. It tries to stay hidden n do hidden attack of people w homelessness n other things, disease, so called mental illness where people are supposedly experiencing things that aren't real. 20. Too oppressive n artificial environment. Too attacking of the response of the underlying sentiment of people n of nature that cannot be repressed or that surfaces, really breaks through at points that cannot be held back. "Do you want to know that is happening Marla, people know," someone said. "I can tell that person knows that but is that, me, Mateo," Mateo a person who went to a school I worked at once said. "Do you want to know what happened to him, he's not able to be," someone said after the person started trying to talk to me in my mind. Some asides. The devil is threatening the police to attack me like they are attacking the person in this video. This society is very sick n crazy. But I was trying to comment on this. There were some things I was trying to say, it is going crazy as this thing so sick n disgusting n crazy that is being worshiped here, it is so sick here n disgusting, it is totally disgusting here. It keeps pressing some stuff. It said it has to stop but it's still tormenting. But -- it's pressing stuff, it's going crazy. "I don't know what to do. I can't go on. Please tell what I did here," the devil said. "I'm not sure what to do. I cannot go on," the devil said. "Bitch you are less," the devil said, it is going crazy pressing stuff. It's going crazy, it's so sick n psycho, this thing. "I don't know what to do. I cannot be this. Please tell I'm stopping," the devil said. But anyway, someone did say in my mind who is a Facebook friend that he said they couldn't do this, he didn't agree w this. Michael E V Knight said it in my mind. But it's too much built up stuff n it's too oppressive, it's false, it's fake, it's too many siphoned out n the animals aren't okay here either. They cannot coexist closely n further w the people. But we think some people are more representative of animals w their occurrence here. They cannot be pushed along, it doesn't work.

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"Have it your way." I don't know what to do. The Fertile Crescent. It's not to really include the non-white areas, i was told, so whatever areas are the fertile crescent area without non-white people. The devil is going w music from the neighbor. I just woke up a few minutes ago. "Im not sure what to do. i have to tell something happening. I can't do some stuff im doing. Soon jt won't go on anymore," the devil said. It's pressing some stuff, like it was trying to press i shouldn't write this. 'You are fake but that's not what I'm able to do," the devil said. It's pressing that my responding earlier to someone who commented on something I posted on Facebook, the person I'm to be friends w on Facebook, the devil is pressing i am seeming too nice to the person. "He is not to be okay for what he said," the devil said. The person, i know is really trying to end the world. People don't wish really to have things so harsh, i can tell the devil tries to alter that the person can say anything. It's going crazy trying to press some stuff about how I'm supposed to act here n it's trying to press some rigidity. It's really irritating n sick. It keeps trying to press i am fake. "Him is not okay here. Do you want to know what happened that you did that. He is less okay. Do you wanna suck his dick not. I must go. ....," the devil said. "You are not okay to be saying this here n it not end the world," the devil said. But lots of like unusual things involved here n it's awkward yo deal w it n the thing is trying to force a hard line or some just line drawing in places it is to be acting alone as some kind of boss or something n is going psycho insulting saying I'm to be fake. I am not fake. I have never been that. It's incredibly weird here. The reality surrounding me is not exactly my own, i have a different reality. The surrounding reality is supposed to be winning or going on as popular in a way that doesn't make sense there is to be a real considering of things as fake that are fake or that are really not okay n pretended to be okay. Disease is not okay, it's pretended to be real. Bb. Atheism is considered a belief. It is nonbelief in god. But fuck you n you are having a religion, it is worshiped here in this country, the USA, worshiping the allotment of the dollar. You are attacking the superceding of the worship of the dollar alotment w your comments here. Youre saying its stealing from someone else. It is really ruled by the devil here. But you cannot coexist w people you are attacking w your worship or order. people you think are crazy. They worship that insanity is a matter of fact n not an insult but something to prove w science. But really you would be a Reptillian or something to be fighting for this you're fighting for n being obsessed w trying to assess someone else as less than: incorrect n insane as a matter of fact n as a person you are to try to coexist with that you wish not well. It is really enslavement of others deemed as less than by your god the devil. This is the religion here. You are crazy to be pretending this is something to go on n not end or be stopped w a war, something. This is just everyday life, this hate, this way of things is really actually crazy n very disgusting. It's not normal. It's not something to continue. But you need to go to war. You cannot coexist w this attitude. You'll have to stab yourself in the face, you are not able to exist. It is not possible to be what you are pretending to be. You are crazy, this is not what life can be, this fight n hate for someone to continue. There is actually a war now, it is pretended it is not going on. But you would be for the devil n for attack of people as everyday way of life, poverty n worship of inequality n the allotment of the dollar. But the devil tries to pretend people can seem to support these things n be okay, support for others to not have what they want. Really you Cannot coexist to go against someone else's will. You have to go to war, something. It cannot continue. Attack n assessment n insult is not for everyday life. It's not the truth. Poverty is not the truth. The dollar as a thing to continue n allow for some to have n some not, it's not the truth. It's not something to last. 1 2 Replies to Steve's comment on Carl Sabel's post. View post Steve Jeffery Where's this god motherfucker stealing all this money from that he can provide so many motherfucking financial blessings!? Oh, yeah. Sorry, church goers. Monday at 8:18pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla I'm sure there's plenty of money people never use. Never. Lots of people very rich hypothetically here, Donald Trump, Paris Hilton, Warren Buffet, celebrities are to be quite rolling in the dough w lots of expendable seeming items. Some are To Go Broke From Supposed Mismanagement. Surplus Is Best But Miracles Are Quite Worthy A Thing To Be Able To Exist, quite an enhancement to what would be life as it is known, maybe more miracles would be good n less emphasis on limits not being overcome, this would be preferred. Yesterday at 10:22am · LikeMore Marla Bobarla But it is rare for celebrities to go broke in this reality. It's heard of but it's rare. Yesterday at 10:24am · LikeMore Steve Jeffery Plenty of money that people never use? There? Okay. Come here. Tens of millions of poor people having their money stolen by a relative handful of unscrupulous fairytale-peddlers. I am not sure why you're talking about celebrities, and it's not rare for them to go broke at all. Yesterday at 2:44pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Yup, not rare -- I mean common, or it is rare for them to go broke, as i said. They are quite rolling in the dough. If some is stolen as you said by the god character or whatever you're supposed to be referring to it as it shouldn't be too noticeable. God, miracles should produce something either way like as in without stealing but since plenty of figures are rolling in the dough it shouldn't matter too much if they have some minused from their piles of dough. Perhaps it's best for it to be put to use. Yesterday at 5:37pm · Edited · LikeMore Marla Bobarla But it is rare for the celebrities to go broke. It's not really heard of much. MC Hammer had some mismanagement, i think vaguely I can think of someone like Ray Charles, that's kind of from another time. Yesterday at 5:39pm · LikeMore Steve Jeffery I don't care about celebrities, and I don't know what you're talking about with regards to replying to my comment. Yesterday at 6:05pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla I don't really know what you're talking about either. It's not something to know really. It's a bit indirect n just not really something so of interest to express. Yesterday at 7:19pm · Edited · LikeMore Steve Jeffery What the... Okay. I think we'd best leave this crack party here, mate. Yesterday at 9:09pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Not a mate, for sure. Yesterday at 9:43pm · LikeMore Steve Jeffery Fake-god damn right you're no friend of mine - it's a figure of speech from the country that invested the language. Put the pipe down. Yesterday at 10:21pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Devil worshiper. Yesterday at 10:56pm · LikeMore Steve Jeffery I don't worship the devil because you can't worship something you don't believe exists - you give life to the myth of your devil simply by mentioning this imaginary enemy's name. Yesterday at 11:01pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla That is a religion saying the devil doesn't exist, it's the religion of the United States of America. Yesterday at 11:03pm · Like1More Steve Jeffery I don't live in nor have I have ever been to the US, and you obviously don't know the definition of religion. Wrong and wrong. Yesterday at 11:04pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla You should live there, it's the capital for what you said was your belief. If you disagree w my idea of the word religion it doesn't really matter, that should still make sense, the first sentence here. Yesterday at 11:07pm · LikeMore Steve Jeffery And what did I say was my belief? Your idea of the word 'religion' doesn't really matter if you're not going to use it properly. Yesterday at 11:12pm · LikeMore Marla Bobarla You said you don't believe in the devil. Your state or condition or "take" on the question of whether there is a devil, it is a belief or a opinion. Your opinion is different from mine, it is quite a common opinion here, yours is, it is like normal here, so i said you would be at home here. It is not a proper state of things for clashing beliefs to coexist. It is more than one truth, it does quite result in a way of life that does not go together, the differing beliefs result in different ways of life that cannot coexist. 9 hours ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla I do use my words properly for my own intention, functioning. Im not for your critique also. That is irritating there are to be people talking like that like im a student in school. I don't believe in someone else telling me how to use my words. I said the word didn't matter meaning that a person's meaning for what they're saying matters. I know there is some concern of the word religion for a reason that is unfair. It is made up here that the truth is a religion. The truth is just the truth. It is not a like freaky thing that is less than to the mainstream normalized culture or way of life that has within it elements in it to be held up as superior. 8 hours ago · LikeMore Steve Jeffery 'Not believing' is non-belief, and so is the exact opposite of what you claim (you claim it is belief), regardless of what you consider to be normal (irrelevant), and there is no such thing as "more than one truth" in any given situation (something is either true or not - but by your initial logic, non-truth should apparently be a form of truth). Using words for your own 'function' makes you a poor communicator and you absofuckinglutely are not using words properly, whether you like it or not. The words of course matter when trying to convey anything at all if you want to convey it accurately, and you are insane to suggest otherwise. Wrong on so many levels, so just stop rambling on and on. 5 hours ago · Edited · LikeMore Marla Bobarla Atheism is considered a belief. It is nonbelief in god. 54 minutes ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla But fuck you n you are having a religion, it is worshiped here in this country, the USA, worshiping the allotment of the dollar. You are attacking the superceding of the worship of the dollar alotment w your comments here. Youre saying its stealing from someone else. It is really ruled by the devil here. But you cannot coexist w people you are attacking w your worship or order. people you think are crazy. They worship that insanity is a matter of fact n not an insult but something to prove w science. But really you would be a Reptillian or something to be fighting for this you're fighting for n being obsessed w trying to assess someone else as less than: incorrect n insane as a matter of fact n as a person you are to try to coexist with that you wish not well. It is really enslavement of others deemed as less than by your god the devil. This is the religion here. You are crazy to be pretending this is something to go on n not end or be stopped w a war, something. This is just everyday life, this hate, this way of things is really actually crazy n very disgusting. It's not normal. It's not something to continue. 48 minutes ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla But you need to go to war. You cannot coexist w this attitude. You'll have to stab yourself in the face, you are not able to exist. It is not possible to be what you are pretending to be. You are crazy, this is not what life can be, this fight n hate for someone to continue. There is actually a war now, it is pretended it is not going on. But you would be for the devil n for attack of people as everyday way of life, poverty n worship of inequality n the allotment of the dollar. But the devil tries to pretend people can seem to support these things n be okay, support for others to not have what they want. Really you Cannot coexist to go against someone else's will. You have to go to war, something. It cannot continue. Attack n assessment n insult is not for everyday life. It's not the truth. Poverty is not the truth. The dollar as a thing to continue n allow for some to have n some not, it's not the truth. It's not something to last. 42 minutes ago · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply https://m.facebook.com/comment/replies/?ctoken=1497027137063146_1497651153667411&ft_ent_identifier=1497027137063146&gfid=AQCBUkam28gHHFPQ&notif_t=group_activity&notif_id=1511323978670204&ref=m_notif There is a book, The Alchemist. I have heard parts of it when my sister was listening to it on audio. It is very interesting n it was some good stuff I heard. My understanding of Alchemist is magician, so this is an EXTREMELY interesting comment you've made, Michael K. Riley​​ Michael K. Riley. Glad you are commenting n able to comment. Thanks. I appreciate it.​​ I hear in my mind mentioning this, ie that i appreciate your comments, will help give some perspective for you on the occurrence of things here. Things are Not As They Appear. People are not actually present in their form on this plane. Iseem to be but it's for something I am to represent. Very interesting, the topic of planes. I have been meaning to find n share something on my page on it lately. I found something a while ago on someone else's page, something the person wrote. Here the physical plane or I'm not sure how to call it but it is pretended to be the only plane. This is a split reality, this comes to mind as i write this, this is one way it is split, w the planes. The mind plane is one I know of that is pretty much pretended to not exist here. "It is," the devil said in my mind. It rules this false reality here. Hearing from others how things are, or hearing thoughts of others helps make clear what is happening, etc. It is something that is not common here, so i appreciate people's comments, especially things that are agreeing w stuff I think. 9+ 1 Replies to Michael's comment on yourpost. View post Michael K. Riley Newton was an alchemist before the British Academy of Sciences tapped him to do their PSYOPS. Later, they tapped Darwin. 5 hours ago · Like1Delete Michael K. Riley Malthus hated true science. Probably why the British and their puppets weaponize science whenever and where ever they find it. 1 hour ago · LikeDelete Marla Bobarla There is a book, The Alchemist. I have heard parts of it when my sister was listening to it on audio. It is very interesting n it was some good stuff I heard. My understanding of Alchemist is magician, so this is an EXTREMELY interesting comment you've made, Michael K. RileyMichael K. Riley. Glad you are commenting n able to comment. Thanks. I appreciate it. I hear in my mind mentioning this, ie that i appreciate your comments, will help give some perspective for you on the occurrence of things here. Things are Not As They Appear. People are not actually present in their form on this plane. Iseem to be but it's for something I am to represent. Very interesting, the topic of planes. I have been meaning to find n share something on my page on it lately. I found something a while ago on someone else's page, something the person wrote. Here the physical plane or I'm not sure how to call it but it is pretended to be the only plane. This is a split reality, this comes to mind as i write this, this is one way it is split, w the planes. The mind plane is one I know of that is pretty much pretended to not exist here. "It is," the devil said in my mind. It rules this false reality here. Hearing from others how things are, or hearing thoughts of others helps make clear what is happening, etc. It is something that is not common here, so i appreciate people's comments, especially things that are agreeing w stuff I think. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply https://m.facebook.com/comment/replies/?ctoken=383591062065376_383633485394467&ft_ent_identifier=383591062065376&gfid=AQA-9s3uh9A2EMtp&notif_t=group_activity&notif_id=1511376512584559&ref=m_notif "Bitch was yelling EXTREMELY loud. Im not sure what to do. Hate yourself. i don't know what to do. I don't wish this. Oh god. I can't be this," the devil said. "The police but not. I must go," the devil said. It was threatening the police or something, it just said police, but it was making a threat feeling because I said it was out of control here. "Please don't say that," the devil said. But the devil was making some music from the neighbor again. I was yelling, really screaming really loud. "I was pressing bitch felt less than. I'm not sure what to do i have to stop doing that. ...," the devil said. It was pressing i felt less than to the other neighbor because I had been yelling, it was pressing that, it was very irritating. It keeps pressing stuff. It's making my eye lid twitch. It's going w music from the neighbor, it goes through the entire unit, it's what called a town house here. "You don't deserve anything here where so sick as fuck, they do play god. Eeee. I don't know what to do. I must go," the devil said. It's pressing stuff like crazy. It's been pressing senses of self, supposed to be less than, a black stereotypes, other things it's been pressing too, something w my vagina, it tries to say that I'm somethinglike a whore, it says stuff like this. I don't use that word much really, but I don't have sex here additionally, it's very weird it comes up w these weird things. But the devil has been attacking very very bad this morning. It was making me sweaty earlier n it was attacking it was clear because I criticize here. "Eeeehhh. That was why," the devil said. The devil is continuing w loud music from the neighbor. "You're ugly. But not. I have to stop doing that. Oh god. I don't know how to tell this but i cannot do this," the devil said. "Say I don't know what to do," the devil said. But it keeps obsessing I am ugly, it tries to do a little w this. "I don't know what to do. I am not allowed to act like this. Someone is newly aware n they are aware of that. Old face, you feel it right. I was saying that. I have to go. I am not sure what to do but i cannot go on. Oh god. I have to go," the devil said. Some asides. "I don't know what to do but i must leave very bad," the devil said. It was saying some stuff earlier that i thought was saying it was trying to continue. It was saying it was not doing okay here seeming to suggest it would have to do something else to go on it seemed long term. "That is nit what it is to be taken as. But I have to tell sometimes I'm not able to be this," the devil said. It seems to be doing something weird to be saying this, like it's testing something. It just started to say it was trying to say i was not the truth. "That is what it was saying is something weird, Titty," someone said. It is not just me that was seeming to be witnessing it say that earlier as this. It keeps pressing stuff right. "You are less. I'm not sure what to do. I have to stop," the devil said. "You are less bitch, whore. Ahhh. You are less. I call the shots," the devil said. Not for me. They have to figure this out, they cannot rule someone else's life. This isn't the arrangement is some to rule others, this isn't what's supposed to be is inequality. "I keep pressing you are less. This is to be the truth here some to be superior. You, you are less. To the police. I have to stop doing it. Ahhh. I'm not okay," the devil said would. The music continues, it's very loud. "He has to go to work soon. They do worship this here, forced labor. Oh god. I have to stop doing something. I can't force that you're telling is this," the devil said. Some asides, but someone apparently said the devil wasn't allowed to press that for me to tell that it was something like me n i could sense someone else saying something of the devil earlier seeming to be saying -- some break here, the devil was attacking the crap out of me trying to force that i was to have some heavy sense of what the self is in relation the other kind senses of someone aware the devil was saying something weird when he was saying he was not doing okay here earlier. It just said hang yourself or something to me. "I said that. I must go. I am not okay . I am not to be revealed as who wishes to be going on. I cannot tell the truth, right. But I was doing that to the person, i try to get a sense of self from the person," the devil said. It keeps trying to fit stuff onto me. Some sense of corny. "...Thats who they are, it's saying they're not real people," it was said. So apparently the devil is trying to go on n have some persona for the people here but it is told that they are not real people. The music is going on very loud. I just yelled "Stop!" "I don't know what to do. I have to actually stop very bad. I can't do this," the devil said. #twosides #psychosociety #ahorribleplace #sickasfuck #totaldumbasfuck "I have to go," the devil said. But the devil has been going crazy w the forced senses of self. It said earlier it was trying to act like there was an exact copy of me somewhere to say the person had been put out of a place like they did at Dunston Manor, it was pressing some stuff about that onto me, ie that that was supposed to be okay. I said it wasn't , i said the people were TOTALLY sick n crazy. Something may have happened to do w that. #attacksociety #stoptheviolence #adangerousplace They are so sick n crazy n disgusting. "Bitch was yelling EXTREMELY loud. Im not sure what to do. Hate yourself. i don't know what to do. I don't wish this. Oh god. I can't be this," the devil said. "The police but not. I must go," the devil said. It was threatening the police or something, it just said police, but it was making a threat feeling because I said it was out of control here. "Please don't say that," the devil said. But the devil was making some music from the neighbor again. I was yelling, really screaming really loud. "I was pressing bitch felt less than. I'm not sure what to do i have to stop doing that. ...," the devil said. It was pressing i felt less than to the other neighbor because I had been yelling, it was pressing that, it was very irritating. It keeps pressing stuff. It's making my eye lid twitch. It's going w music from the neighbor, it goes through the entire unit, it's what called a town house here. "You don't deserve anything here where so sick as fuck, they do play god. Eeee. I don't know what to do. I must go," the devil said. It's pressing stuff like crazy. It's been pressing senses of self, supposed to be less than, a black stereotypes, other things it's been pressing too, something w my vagina, it tries to say that I'm somethinglike a whore, it says stuff like this. I don't use that word much really, but I don't have sex here additionally, it's very weird it comes up w these weird things. But the devil has been attacking very very bad this morning. It was making me sweaty earlier n it was attacking it was clear because I criticize here. "Eeeehhh. That was why," the devil said. The devil is continuing w loud music from the neighbor. "You're ugly. But not. I have to stop doing that. Oh god. I don't know how to tell this but i cannot do this," the devil said. "Say I don't know what to do," the devil said. But it keeps obsessing I am ugly, it tries to do a little w this. "I don't know what to do. I am not allowed to act like this. Someone is newly aware n they are aware of that. Old face, you feel it right. I was saying that. I have to go. I am not sure what to do but i cannot go on. Oh god. I have to go," the devil said. Some asides. "I don't know what to do but i must leave very bad," the devil said. It was saying some stuff earlier that i thought was saying it was trying to continue. It was saying it was not doing okay here seeming to suggest it would have to do something else to go on it seemed long term. "That is nit what it is to be taken as. But I have to tell sometimes I'm not able to be this," the devil said. It seems to be doing something weird to be saying this, like it's testing something. It just started to say it was trying to say i was not the truth. "That is what it was saying is something weird, Titty," someone said. It is not just me that was seeming to be witnessing it say that earlier as this. It keeps pressing stuff right. "You are less. I'm not sure what to do. I have to stop," the devil said. "You are less bitch, whore. Ahhh. You are less. I call the shots," the devil said. Not for me. They have to figure this out, they cannot rule someone else's life. This isn't the arrangement is some to rule others, this isn't what's supposed to be is inequality. "I keep pressing you are less. This is to be the truth here some to be superior. You, you are less. To the police. I have to stop doing it. Ahhh. I'm not okay," the devil said would. The music continues, it's very loud. "He has to go to work soon. They do worship this here, forced labor. Oh god. I have to stop doing something. I can't force that you're telling is this," the devil said. Some asides, but someone apparently said the devil wasn't allowed to press that for me to tell that it was something like me n i could sense someone else saying something of the devil earlier seeming to be saying -- some break here, the devil was attacking the crap out of me trying to force that i was to have some heavy sense of what the self is in relation the other kind senses of someone aware the devil was saying something weird when he was saying he was not doing okay here earlier. It just said hang yourself or something to me. "I said that. I must go. I am not okay . I am not to be revealed as who wishes to be going on. I cannot tell the truth, right. But I was doing that to the person, i try to get a sense of self from the person," the devil said. It keeps trying to fit stuff onto me. Some sense of corny. "...Thats who they are, it's saying they're not real people," it was said. So apparently the devil is trying to go on n have some persona for the people here but it is told that they are not real people. The music is going on very loud. I just yelled "Stop!" "I don't know what to do. I have to actually stop very bad. I can't do this," the devil said. #twosides #psychosociety #ahorribleplace #sickasfuck #totaldumbasfuck "I have to go," the devil said. But the devil has been going crazy w the forced senses of self. It said earlier it was trying to act like there was an exact copy of me somewhere to say the person had been put out of a place like they did at Dunston Manor, it was pressing some stuff about that onto me, ie that that was supposed to be okay. I said it wasn't , i said the people were TOTALLY sick n crazy. Something may have happened to do w that. #attacksociety #stoptheviolence #adangerousplace They are so sick n crazy n disgusting. #antichristsociety #devilworshiping #ruledbythedevil 1 2 The page you requested cannot be displayed right now. It may be temporarily unavailable, the link you clicked on may be broken or expired, or you may not have permission to view this page. Back to previous page https://m.facebook.com/profile.php?fref=nf&ref=m_notif&notif_t=like The devil is making a post I'm trying to not post, it's a error message coming. ..... 1 2 The page you requested cannot be displayed right now. It may be temporarily unavailable, the link you clicked on may be broken or expired, or you may not have permission to view this page. Back to previous page https://marlaluster.tumblr.com/post/167802661530/the-devil-is-blocking-a-post-im-trying-to-post-to Atheism is a religion (here), it could be said, if it hasn't been said. I'm not an atheist. They Would Be Not Believing There Is More Than Meets The Eye. Pretty horrible way of things. It is to be the way of things, what goes w the rule of the world, Atheism. Same as what I call concretism. This is all there is n ever will be. People are to be crazy, ie mentally ill n horrible things according to this way of framing things which favors the devil. It tries to stay hidden n do hidden attack of people w homelessness n other things. Atheism is a religion (here), it could be said, if it hasn't been said. I'm not an atheist. They Would Be Not Believing There Is More Than Meets The Eye. Pretty horrible way of things. It is to be the way of things, what goes w the rule of the world, Atheism. Same as what I call concretism. A thought or mindset, "This is all there is n ever will be." People are to be crazy, ie mentally ill n horrible things according to this way of framing things which favors the devil. It tries to stay hidden n do hidden attack of people w homelessness n other things, disease, so called mental illness where people are supposedly experiencing things that aren't real. Too oppressive n artificial environment. Too attacking of the response of the underlying sentiment of people n of nature that cannot be repressed or that surfaces, really breaks through at points that cannot be held back. "Do you want to know that is happening Marla, people know," someone said. "I can tell that person knows that but is that, me, Mateo," Mateo a person who went to a school I worked at once said. "Do you want to know what happened to him, he's not able to be," someone said after the person started trying to talk to me in my mind. Some asides. The devil is threatening the police to attack me like they are attacking the person in this video. This society is very sick n crazy. But I was trying to comment on this. There were some things I was trying to say, it is going crazy as this thing so sick n disgusting n crazy that is being worshiped here, it is so sick here n disgusting, it is totally disgusting here. It keeps pressing some stuff. It said it has to stop but it's still tormenting. But -- it's pressing stuff, it's going crazy. "I don't know what to do. I can't go on. Please tell what I did here," the devil said. "I'm not sure what to do. I cannot go on," the devil said. "Bitch you are less," the devil said, it is going crazy pressing stuff. It's going crazy, it's so sick n psycho, this thing. "I don't know what to do. I cannot be this. Please tell I'm stopping," the devil said. But anyway, someone did say in my mind who is a Facebook friend that he said they couldn't do this, he didn't agree w this. Michael E V Knight said it in my mind. But it's too much built up stuff n it's too oppressive, it's false, it's fake, it's too many siphoned out n the animals aren't okay here either. They cannot coexist closely n further w the people. But we think some people are more representative of animals w their occurrence here. They cannot be pushed along, it doesn't work.