#i rebuke you in the name of Jesus

[crazycatsiren]

"Defund the police and who will save you when you're in danger?" Fucker I'll take out an intruder with that huge stick I keep under my bed so I don't fucking get shot for calling the police to help me!

[trippinsorrows]

to whoever just sent me that ask, you are a disgusting piece of shit. wishing death on people is literally bottom barrel, cesspool level behavior. you will never be happy in life and the same death you wish on others, on a child, will come back on you.

you're also a stupid fucking bitch to include that loki part because it gave away who you are.

go choke, bitch.

[black-paraphernalia]

WE AT BLACK PARAPHERNALIA WILL NOT BE POSTING THE GRAPHIC VIDEO OF THE MURDER OF SONYA MASSEY IN RESPECT TO HER FAMILY

HOWEVER WE WILL MAKE THIS POST IN HOMAGE TO HER

BLACK PARAPHERNALIA DISCLAIMER - PLEASE READ

[mangoposts]

Join the Matt ladies we have tattoos and happy trails

Im not feeding into you stay back

[nerdsandqueens]

The fact that Andruil is confirmed to have been a spirit of purpose corrupted into a demon of desire, and that we were going to have a demon of desire in Veilguard at one point - as a companion - gives me some solace that details that would have elaborated on Ghilan'nain that felt missing, may have been planned but were dropped.

Her connection to Andruil and most of the subtext in her origin stories are non-existent in the game, save for that one codex mentioning that she was betrayed.

Andruil may have been similar in nature to Imshael. Quite literally. And would have allowed us to piece together the full mystery of Ghilan'nain and the Evanuris. That Ghilan'nain was offered a sinister devil deal, which she took, but not without consequences. And surely there is some context of this occurring when Ghilan'nain was already in some allegiance to Andruil beforehand. Her Beloved. Regardless of the cost, the remnants of Ghilan'nain after her ascension remained forever devoted to Andruil.

To be clear, Imshael isn't Andruil. But the presence of this character in game might have been tied to uncovering lore about Andruil herself. The symbol Imshael was supposed to wear is very reminiscent of Andruil's.

[licorishh]

"The Bible is so sexist blah blah blah" okay. When it talks about how you can avoid doing stupid things in Proverbs it uses a man in its examples and personifies wisdom as a woman though which I think is pretty funny

[skeletronza]

doodles

[papirouge]

"The sell your cloak and buy a sword" has to be one of the most misquoted Bible verse EVER

It's now become a pet peeve of mine Witnessing all these idiots with surface level theology take this passage at face value and mUh tHe BibLe wAnTs yOu tO bUy gUnS!! and seemingly don't have enough braincells left to rub to realize that the Sword is a metaphor for the Word/Christ crossing several books in the Bible AND that Jesus rebuked Peter for using the very same weapon he was allegedly okay with him using, and went as far as to heal the very man he harmed doing so, but hey I guess expecting those Christians to have a crumb of critical thinking skills might be a little bit too much to ask

[maykitz]

if you can stomach it i would recommend watching the body cam footage of the sonya massey killing, i'll try to describe it but it's hardly possible. you can't truly understand the type of extreme, completely volatile aggression that happens with cops if you haven't seen it, and it's captured here very harrowingly.

several officers are in her house, calmly talking with her about her id and vehicle papers for some time. it's routine administrative stuff, no acute danger or stress whatsoever. one of them tells her to take her pot off the stove, remarking that they don't need a fire in the house now, she walks over into the kitchen and complies. he suddenly backs off towards the front door despite already being several feet away. she asks him where he's going, he says "away from your hot, steaming water." she repeats "my hot, steamin' water?" in an amused tone. then adds "i rebuke you in the name of jesus," in a similar tone while pouring the water down the sink. the atmosphere is completely calm, you might even say amiable.

she's at this point still separated from the cops by her kitchen aisle and several feet of additional distance. the cop prompts her to repeat what she said, she repeats her reply about rebuking him in the name of jesus [edit: i didn't phrase this right in the original post; this phrase is not really a joke but rather used similarly to 'perish the thought'- ie rebuking his implication that she would harm them]. she doesn't even realise there's been a complete 180 in his head. he goes "you better fucking not, i will shoot you in your fucking face," she's stunned by the sudden abusive language for half a second, immediately he draws his gun directly at her head, she gets out a panicked "sorry!" and ducks behind the aisle, he rounds the corner into the kitchen specifically to advance right next to her, immediately fires 3 shots at her head from above at minimal distance. she's dead where she stood, or cowered rather, by the sink in her nightgown.

after a few seconds you hear the click of him turning on his body cam, saying "she came at me with a pot of boiling water." for the recording. he also nonchalantly tells his partner there's no need to get a med kit because it was a headshot. it's one of the most clear cut cases ever and it's fully recorded only because his partner did already have the body cam on throughout.

[tieflingkisser]

Body-cam video shows Illinois officer fatally shooting Black woman in face

White deputy Sean Grayson shot Sonya Massey, who called police in fear of a home intruder, after boiling water dispute

Massey, whom her daughter confirmed was paranoid-schizophrenic, had called police because she thought someone was trying to break into her home. When police arrived, they began looking into Massey’s home with flashlights, a neighbor, Cheryl Evans, told the Guardian. Evans wondered why police had not knocked on her door, as they typically have done in the past when searching for suspects. Eventually, Grayson, who is white, and his partner entered the home where they began speaking to Massey. After an initial discussion and request for Massey’s driver’s license,Grayson spotted a pot of boiling water on the stove and ordered Massey to remove it to avoid starting a fire. In doing so, Massey asks the officers – who visibly distance themselves from her as she goes to handle the pot – why they moved away from her. “Where you going?” she asks them. “Away from your hot steaming water,” Grayson answers, with a laugh, before Massey responds: “Away from the hot steaming water? Oh, I’ll rebuke you in the name of Jesus.” With his gun drawn, Grayson closed the distance between himself and Massey, who was beginning to kneel behind a counter with her hands up. “You better fucking not, I swear to God I’ll fucking shoot you right in your fucking face,” Grayson warned. Massey can be heard saying, “I’m sorry,” as Grayson continues to advance. “I’m sorry,” she says again as Grayson fires three shots, striking her with a bullet below the eye that exited from the back of her neck. As Massey lay dying on her kitchen floor, Grayson says he’ll go get his medical kit to render aid. “That’s a headshot. She’s done,” Grayson says before going to get the med kit. As the pair stand there with their guns still drawn, Grayson says: “I’m not taking a bullet out of her fucking head,” then points out that the water from the pot had reached his feet. “What else can we do?” Grayson asks his partner. “I’m not taking hot boiling water to the fucking face.”

[...]

Massey’s death carries on a troubling legacy of racial violence in Springfield: Massey’s family said she is a descendant of William Donnegan, a Black man who was lynched by a white mob but survived during the city’s infamous 1908 race riots that took 17 Black lives over a two-day period in mid-August of that year. As a result of the violence and carnage, a group of white and Black Americans banded together to create the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP). Massey’s family said that the irony of having to reach out to the NAACP for help after her killing is not lost on them.

[kpoptarotvibes]

Dont ask me no questions about my husband behavior because. I DON'T KNOW MYSELF!!

[digglesgiggles]

Sonya Massey, a black woman was shot three times, one being a fatal headshot in her own home for holding a pot of hot water, when she had called in the police for a prowler outside of her house.

she was shot. in. her. house. for saying "i rebuke you in the name of jesus". that's all. it took less than five seconds for Sean Grayson to whip out his pistol. said attackers partner offered first aid but he refused it because "it's a headshot, she's dead".

because no one can testify against you if they're dead.

the cops name is Sean Grayson, and he should never be able to leave prison.

this was not an "incident". this was a murder. do NOT let people forget her name.

BLACK LIVES MATTER!

tw below for gunfire. the death however is off camera and not visible.

[avonnimimi]

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a/n: PART TWO IS HERE BITCHESSSSS. @hcneymooners @wannabe-fic-reader im so nervous about this lmao. I hope you all enjoy :) . Please remember, some things will be written in my native english dialect, if you don’t understand, comment and I will translate. MEN AND MINROS DNI

content: drug dealer! Vi x Black fem reader, weed, intox, cursing, toxic relationships, gang violence, guns, vi being fine asf, ANGST (kinda). lmk if i missed anything <3

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Donte didn't drag his sorry ass back home until the sky was starting to lighten, that weak-ass sunrise painting the shitty apartment in a pathetic, pale glow. You woke up on the couch, stiff and sore, to the feeling of his clammy hand creeping up your thigh. You shoved him off hard enough to send him tumbling onto the floor.

"Where the fuck were you? I had to hitch a ride home with your friend," you spat, the taste of stale weed and resentment thick in your mouth. He looked at you with that lazy, half-lidded gaze that used to make your stomach flip, now just made you want to puke. He licked his lips, a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver of disgust down your spine.

"You fine when you mad, mama," he slurred, his voice raspy with sleep and something else, something that smelled faintly of cheap perfume.

You rolled your eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck. "That's how bitches like me get raped and killed," you growled, the words sharp and bitter.

He let out a dramatic sigh, mumbling something about you talking too much, about how you were always starting shit. You ignored him, the anger a cold knot in your gut. "I'm going out with the girls," you announced, already planning your escape from this suffocating apartment, from him.

You took a scalding hot shower, scrubbing his touch off your skin, then dressed in your favorite ripped jeans and a tight crop top, the one that always made him look twice. You spent an hour meticulously applying your makeup, each stroke of eyeliner a tiny act of defiance. You even finished that damn marketing assignment, the one you'd been putting off for weeks, just to prove to yourself, and maybe to him, that you weren't some useless, dependent thing. Then you called Shay.

"Hey, baby mama, wanna go out today?" you chirped, forcing a lightness you didn't feel.

"Bitch, don't wish no kids on me! I rebuke that shit in the name of Jesus! Girl, bye," Shay's voice boomed through the phone, her laughter infectious. You couldn't help but giggle, the tension easing just a little.

"I'm trying to be an auntie!" you whined playfully.

Shay promised to be there in 20 minutes. Five minutes later, her car horn blared outside, the sound a welcome interruption to the suffocating silence of the apartment. You didn't even glance at Donte as you walked out the door.

The second you were in Shay's car, the gossip floodgates opened. "Girl, you heard Violet's outta jail?"

You rolled your eyes, already tired of hearing about this Vi chick. "I've seen her. What's the big deal?"

Shay looked at you, a mixture of shock and amusement on her face. "I forgot you weren't here when she was running these streets," she explained, shaking her head. "Vi was the shit. Freshly 18, but she owned these ends. Connected to everyone, kept shit cordial. It wasn't just about the weed, girl."

You listened, intrigued despite yourself. "But then she got knocked. Don't know how, but she's been in jail ever since. Just got out last week."

A slow smile spread across your face. "So, would now be a good time to tell you she took me home and brought me weed at 3 AM?"

Shay slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt in the middle of the street. "BITCH, WHAT?!" You burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the small car. "God, I'm so jealous. You don't know what I would give to be up in them drawls…." she trailed off, her voice laced with a longing that surprised you.

"Hello?! Why would you say that, omg?" you asked, feigning outrage.

Shay just laughed, shaking her head as she pulled back into traffic.

You ended up at a dingy arcade, the kind with sticky floors and flickering neon lights. You spent hours playing air hockey, racking up tickets, and winning handfuls of cheap candy. Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

It was Vi. You didn't even remember saving her number, but that weed… that had been some seriously potent shit.

"Hello?" you answered, your voice a little breathless from laughing.

"Precious, where you at?" The nickname sent a shiver down your spine. You bit your lip, liking it more than you should. You had a man, you reminded yourself.

"Stop calling me that," you said, trying to sound annoyed, but failing miserably. "I'm at the arcade. Why?"

"Come outside. Got somethin' for you," she said, her voice low and husky. Then she hung up. How the hell did she know where you were? You grabbed Shay's arm, pulling her towards the exit. "Girl, Vi just told me to come outside. Did you tell her I was here?"

Shay looked genuinely confused. "Nah, babe, I ain't said shit. Haven't spoken to her."

You stepped out of the arcade, blinking against the bright afternoon sun. And there she was, leaning against her black Hellcat like she owned the damn place, a spliff dangling from her lips. Shay was practically drooling beside you. "God, she's so fine," she mumbled, her eyes wide.

You walked towards Vi, a nervous flutter in your stomach. "How'd you know I was here?" you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Vi leaned down, her eyes locking with yours. "I got eyes and ears everywhere, precious. Ain't nothin' I don't know."

"So, whatcha want? I was in the middle of a game," you said, trying to maintain a cool facade, but her closeness was making it hard to think straight.

She straightened up, pulling something out of the car. Three crisp hundred-dollar bills. She took your hand, her fingers brushing against yours, and placed the money in your palm.

You stared at her, speechless. "What's this for?"

She looked you up and down, her gaze lingering on your chipped nails. "Two of your acrylics are missing. Ain't gonna let precious walk around like that," she scoffed, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I can tell when someone ain't getting taken care of." You glanced at Shay, who looked as stunned as you felt.

It was only then that Vi acknowledged Shay. "Aye, that my girl Shay?" She stepped away from you, the loss of her warmth surprisingly noticeable.

"Hey, Vi," Shay said, waving awkwardly.

"Hey, lil mama. Ain't seen you in a minute," Vi replied, her voice softer now. A pang of jealousy twisted in your gut. Vi seemed to notice, her eyes flicking back to yours for a brief moment.

"Yeah, you been in jail like a bum," Shay retorted with a nervous giggle.

Vi said she had other business to attend to, her eyes lingering on you for a beat longer than necessary. "Call me if you need anything, precious," she said, her voice low and husky. Then she got back in her car, the engine roaring to life before she sped away, leaving you standing there, the three hundred-dollar bills burning a hole in your pocket.

"Bitch, did THE Violet just give you three bills to get your nails done?!" Shay shrieked, breaking the spell. You just shook your head, still reeling from the encounter.

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Shay dropped you back at your apartment around 5 PM. Donte was sprawled on the couch, glued to the TV, a controller clutched in his hand.

"Get dressed. We going to Tevonn's," he said without looking at you, his voice flat and emotionless.

"Tevonn? Ain't that your biggest opp?" you asked, a sense of unease settling over you.

"Nah, we cool now," he mumbled, his eyes still fixed on the screen. You nodded slowly, searching his face for any flicker of dishonesty. Something felt off.

You went to your room, a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach. You changed into a little black dress, the one that always made you feel confident, and tucked the three hundred dollars into your purse.

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Tevonn's place was packed, the air thick with the smell of weed and sweat. Music blasted through the speakers, the bass vibrating through the floor and up into your chest. You followed close behind Donte, trying to navigate the throng of unfamiliar faces. This didn't feel like a party. It felt like a trap.

Donte found a couch and sat, pulling you down onto his lap. You sat stiffly, acutely aware of the eyes on you, the weight of unspoken tension hanging heavy in the air. You scanned the room, your heart skipping a beat when you spotted Vi across the room, talking to a group of men. But her eyes… her eyes were on you, and for a moment, the chaos of the party faded away, leaving only the intensity of her gaze. You quickly looked away, your cheeks flushing, thanking God you were black.

Donte mumbled something about needing to "deal with some business" and pulled you towards the back of the house. You followed reluctantly, your unease growing with every step.

The back room was smaller, more dimly lit, and the air was thick with tension. Tevonn and his crew were there, their faces hard and unreadable. This didn't look like business. It looked like a setup. You grabbed Donte's hand, your voice barely above a whisper. "You sure about this?"

He brushed you off, his voice impatient. "Come on," he muttered, pulling you forward.

Tevonn stepped towards Donte, his eyes cold and calculating. You saw the glint of metal tucked into his waistband, and your heart pounded in your chest.

"Yeah, so to settle this shit, we want your girl," Tevonn said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. The words hit you like a physical blow, the air knocked out of your lungs.

"Excuse me, what?" you choked out, stumbling back. "Settle what shit?"

Donte grabbed your arm, yanking you towards Tevonn. "Just go. Gotta deal with this shit, then I'ma come back for you, mama," he said, his voice tight with annoyance.

"I'm not going anywhere, Donte! What the fuck?!" you yelled, struggling against his grip.

His patience finally snapped. His hand swung back, connecting with your cheek with a sickening thud. You stumbled back, tears stinging your eyes. He crouched down, his fingers digging into your arms. "Aye, just do what I'm sayin'! Gotta deal with this," he hissed, his voice laced with menace. He pulled you roughly towards Tevonn.

"There a problem out here?" The voice cut through the chaos like a knife. Vi.

Tevonn stiffened, and Donte let out a string of curses under his breath. Vi walked towards them, her movements fluid and effortless, her eyes fixed on you. She casually draped her arm over Tevonn's shoulder, pulling him close.

"What's going on out here, my boy?" she asked, her voice smooth and deceptively calm. Tevonn mumbled something about payment, about Donte sleeping with his girl, his words barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Vi held your gaze, a silent promise in her eyes.

With a swift, practiced movement, Vi lifted the gun from Tevonn's waistband, tossing it aside as if it were a child's toy. Then she drew her own weapon, the movement so smooth and seamless you barely registered it until the cold steel was pressed against Tevonn's temple.

She whispered something in his ear, her voice low and menacing. You watched as Tevonn nodded, his face pale and drawn, muttering apologies. Then she turned her attention to Donte, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Not gonna lie, bruh, you know how I feel about men hitting women," she said, her voice dangerously quiet. Donte froze, his bravado melting away like ice in the sun.

"Vi, we go way back. It ain't that serious," he pleaded, his voice trembling.

"I don't give a fuck," Vi growled, shoving Tevonn aside and stepping towards Donte. Even though Donte was taller, Vi radiated an aura of power that made him seem small and insignificant.

She pressed the gun against his forehead, her finger tightening on the trigger. Donte finally released you, his eyes wide with fear. You ran to Vi, and she caught you, her arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.

"Don't ever touch her again, Donte. Don't make me have to teach you this lesson twice," she warned, her voice cold and hard.

She scooped you up as if you weighed nothing, carrying you through the crowded house, ignoring Donte's desperate pleas and empty threats. She carried you to her car, gently placing you in the passenger’s seat.

She closed the door, then walked around to the driver's side, sliding in and cupping your face in her hands, her thumbs gently stroking the bruise forming on your cheek. "Gonna kill him," she mumbled, her voice thick with rage.

You pulled away, the anger and fear churning in your stomach replaced by a strange mix of relief and… something else. "Just take me home," you whispered, your voice trembling.

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this is my original post, please don’t repost, translate, or plagiarize my work ;)

©️avonnimimi 2024

[shortcakesturns]

𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 & 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐌. 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂

𝐘/𝐍, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤.

warnings: mentions of suicide, corruption, suggestive (might make this a series with smut if you want) religion mentioned (preachers daughter) , misogyny, death mentions.

this is inspired by the one and only … @chemicalsturniolo and these head cannons

inspired by born to die album by lana del ray ❤️

this is part 1, part 2 is in the works 😋

Sunday morning in church, the bright beams of sunlight shines through the blinds. The pues are filled with people desperate to praise Jesus and rebuke the devil. In front row you could always find y/n with her pink bible, her hair pulled up in a bun just the way her momma used to. A white skirt and pink top with no makeup on because according to her daddy it’s ungodly, since women should be “natural.”

Every sunday she’d mind her business and emerge herself in the world of her father’s preaching. Overall the devil was a monster. the only monster and she never thought anything of it. This particular sunday morning an eerie feeling filled the church because yet another body was discovered half eaten. This time a member of the church fell victim to the devils doings.

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“The devil, he’s invading this town and we’ve got to keep him out. You see Jesus banished the devil to the fiery pits of hell. So why can’t we.”

You nod along with the sermon, “amen.” echoes throughout the entire room. A figure walks past the window closest to you and your eyes dart to the side in attempts to see who it was. Maybe a farmer. You glance around the room and everyone’s just emerged in the sermon so you try to focus back on your father.

“Now in Jesus name amen, that concludes today’s sermon. have a wonderful evening everyone!.” you snap out of your thoughts and stand up to say your goodbyes to all the middle aged and small children and then the elderly. Helping out if you have to before walking out the wooden church doors to the farm house you live in next door.

You begin working on lunch for your daddy, he believed all women should serve men. It pissed you off but it was all you knew since your mother took her own life under the family tree. You wash the pans and glance into the fields and the family tree, your thoughts are interrupted by the slamming of a door and your father going to his office for next weeks sermon.

You move the pan to stove, you grab a couple of fresh eggs from the chickens that you had gotten earlier this morning and crack two. You watch as the white part bubbles up turns into a solid white color notifying you that it’s done. Swiftly you plate the eggs and bring them to daddy.

“daddy? I made lunch.” you spoke softly.

“set it down and go.” he points to an open spot on his desk and then you scurry out of his office.

You head up the wooden stairs with eerie creaks with each step and walk down the hallway to your pink dimly lit room. With a plop on your bed, you slowly drift off into the void.

“y/n…y/n..”

the decaying feet away in the wind.

the rope is tight.

her eyes wide open.

her body cold.

Sweat beads roll down your forehead as you jolt up. You look out the window next to your bed to see daylight has fallen and it’s now dark and gloomy outside.

The tree from your nightmare in view, the cornfield that goes on for miles and the church. A few tusks of corn sways around. The wind. Yet, something steps out of the cornfield. Someone.

A boy, your father did not want you anywhere near a boy unless he was godly, the few boys that did come to church were far from godly though. Plus they all were getting married off.

Being the good samaritan your father taught you to be, you changed into your nightgown and slipped on your bunny slippers and grabbed a flash light. Your thick hair falling to your shoulders as you rush down the hallway. Gently walking down the steps careful not to let a creak slip out. Once you reach the hallway you see your father in his office asleep and you walk past silently opening the back door. He still stands there.

“Hello?” You yell out.

No response.

You walk closer to him seeing the beaten down clothes. His discolored skin and the bones that peak through his hollowed face. The veins that popped out and were a purple color yet no blood ran through them. He grabs you so your up against him and covers your mouth and backs into the cornfield. He crouches down and muffled screams come from you.

“shhh…not..safe.” he points to the lifeless corpses that wonder around the church. How have you never noticed this. “come..with..me..” he groans.

He holds your panicked stiff body against him as he walks towards your house opening the back door slowly.

You switch the roles and put a finger up to his lips, and mouth.

“Don’t make a sound.”

You grab his hand and slowly walk past your father’s office and then slowly back up the stairs and push him to your room.

“okay what the hell who are you..what. are you?” you spit out.

“okay..listen..” he slowly slurs out putting his hands up.

“don’t..freak..out..please..” he follows ups.

“okay, can you get to the point?” Your confusion grows by the second.

“I’m..not..technically..alive..” he shrugs.

“are you fibbing to me, I don’t like liars.” your eyebrow raises

“no..i’m actually…dead..” he smiles, his bones visible with a smile.

Your mouth drops in disbelief, as he goes on to explain how he was in the town drive in and started choking on some french fries, and then his date left him there to die.

“okay..okay wait stop. french fries? you died because of french fries.” A smirk grows on your face and then quickly wiped it away.

“erm..yes.” he laughs.

“were they good?” you inquire.

“yes..delicious.” he leans back on my bed.

a smile creeps up on your face, and a laugh comes out as you fall next to him on the bed no longer scared.

“so..just have a question to ask you zombie boy. how come if the devil is the only monster your here?”

his eyes narrowed. “not..monster..first of all…second of all..the devil is NOT…the only..monster..” he glared.

“okay well sorry, but my daddy the preacher said the devil is the only monster in this world.” your eyebrows raise in confusion.

“your..daddy..he’s..he’s bullshit..” your mouth drops at that.

“don’t cuss!” your eyes widen.

“shit..fucking shit..your daddy..is a..cunt..” he grins.

You glance at the ceiling, “you’re ungodly.” your eyes roll.

“boo..fucking..boo..” his eyes flashed.

you look over at him..he was handsome, dead but pretty. So handsome. So what if he had a few bones sticking out of his body. nothing you couldn’t fix. Maybe the makeup you snuck from your mother’s bag would fix him up.

“what’s your name? I never asked.” you replied.

“matt.” he slurs.

“y/n.” you smile.

—-

months later, you got matt to attend church by putting makeup on him to make him look real. He thought it was complete bullshit but he wanted to see you in the daytime.

you guys started to secretly date and you would sneak him in through the house each night to sleep next to you. he was hellbent on corrupting you, matt was very ungodly and you were angelic. He couldn’t stand it. By the day he became one step closer to corrupting you by doing small things.

Sneaking out : check

buying weed: check

smoking weed: check

using your pretty privilege to steal: check

but there was one thing he needed. Trust me, he loved you but he was also dying to take that virginity of yours. Corrupting you entirely. maybe he was zombie, but that didn’t stop him from acting like a normal teenage boy.

[thetruekyle]

An individual woman has a God blessed 'right' to abstain from sex... not to murder a child that she and a man brought to life in the presence of God whilst lustfully pursuing their own pleasures.

Thats NOT your child; that is God's cherished babe. Any other justification to abort a pregnancy and kill a life - is erroneous and irrelevant. Nobody has the right to kill innocent babies, just because they are small and unable to defend themselves........ No one.

Thus we are called higher, Loves. We are called to love greater, and feel compassion deeper and further than the limits our own selfish pursuits of pleasure.

Marriage is still sacred, ..and every child that is a precious and wonderfully made treasure whom deserves to live in the blessings of His Kingdom, -doubly so.

😌🙏