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Summary: Kinktober Day 5 — Breeding with Commander Thorn Pairing: Commander Thorn/Reader; fem!reader with no specifics to her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Breeding kink, unprotected PIV (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), oral sex (m!receiving), armored!Thorn, naked!reader, reader is on birth control, one (1) use of the word "daddy," these two being absolute nasties, language. Word Count: 1.9k

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Thank you so much for requesting this @theroguesully 💜 This was not only incredibly fun (and hot) to write, but it really stretched my comfort zone as a writer. I've never written for Thorn before and I genuinely hope I did him and the prompt justice. So please, enjoy some absolute filth with Commander Thorn ❤️

You were frozen where you stood, shocked silent by the charged, erotic words just spoken into your ear. Heat from arousal and embarrassment flooded your body, and you were sure your eyes were wide and your mouth open with shock.

"What, you didn't think I knew?" he said, smiling darkly. You suddenly felt like a canary facing down a hungry cat. "Thought I wouldn't find out?"

"I... I —"

He shushed you gently, with some of the genuine care he usually had for you in abundance. But right now, his features were mostly clouded with lust. The kind only you could inspire in him.

"Don't know why you tried to hide it, cyar'ika," he said. He kissed the crest of your cheek. "You know that if you ever want anything, all you have to do is ask."

You were still embarrassed. It wasn't a realistic fantasy. Not with the galaxy in literal shambles. But admittedly, your fantasy was more about the act itself, not the result of such an act. You had no desire to get pregnant right now. And your implant helped you with that.

But the fantasy... the idea of being bred...

It got your blood going.

You'd never really confessed your raging breeding kink to Thorn, too caught up in your own shame that you'd managed to convince yourself that he wouldn't, in a million years, but into it. But with the way he was gripping you now, his hot breath wafting over your skin, and his deep voice in your ear...

Now you wondered why you'd waited so damn long.

Because Thorn was practically crowding you, holding you so firmly it was like he was trying to press himself into your skin.

Press a part of himself inside you and let it stay there.

Let it take root.

Let it fill you.

You were almost shaking at the mere thought.

Thorn felt the shift in you, smiling slyly. He was going to enjoy this.

When you'd met Thorn, you two had instantly clicked. You'd gravitated towards his natural cheer and warmth, always ready with stories or gossip and good humor. (Good humor was relative. His puns could be lethal.). He'd been magnetized by your presence, warm and kind. Where many civilians didn't have the opportunity to really get to know the clones well enough to tell them apart from each other, and where many of the senate and upper echelon didn't bother, you'd actively gone out of your way to recognize him and his brothers for themselves. First by memorizing their armor and paint, and putting them with a name. Then by learning their quirks and humor, their ranks, their responsibilities, even their coffee orders.

Learning who they were.

How could Thorn not have asked you out when given the opportunity?

Especially since it had led to this fantastic little moment, with you squirming in his arms from both desire and a little measure of cute embarrassment. Looking the absolute picture of temptation.

"So what do you say, cyar'ika?" he said, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear and making you shiver wonderfully. "Want me to breed you?"

And really, there was only one possible answer you could give.

Fuck yes.

Your answer found you on your back on the bed faster than you could blink.

And in what felt like another blink, you were naked and writhing as Thorn caressed you with a dark, hungry gaze.

"You are perfect," he said, voice edging into a growl. "Absolutely ripe for breeding."

Your mouth went dry and core went tight at the absolute filth coming from Thorn, usually more humorous, though still loving and absolutely amazing in bed. You definitely regretted not telling him about your breeding kink earlier.

Because he wasn't just indulging it. He shared it.

"Your breasts would swell," he went on, voice husky with lust. His gloved hands framed them, just barely skimming their shape. "They'd get sore, and sensitive, and you'd ask me to massage them for you."

He did just that, palming them in a cupping little massage, rolling them in his grip, testing their weight, imagining how big they'd get, thumbing over your nipples, pebbling them under his touch.

You arched into his hands, feeling pathetically turned on by so little stimulation.

"And your hips," he continued. Thorn brushed his hands down your sides, down the dips and curves of your waist to seize your hips in a firm grasp. You gasped. "They'd swell, too. And expand. Making room for the little one growing inside you."

Oh, god, you thought. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Oh, fuck!

"Your hormones would change," he started again. "I'd bring you everything you craved. Massage your feet when you ask. Do the chores while you nap, rub your back when you're sore. Help you feel confident in your maternity clothes, and make you cum when you're so horny you can barely stand it. Make you cum so much."

You were fully soaked now, arousal leaking out of you and smearing across your pussy and thighs. The pressure was building inside you, like water in a kettle, heating up until it just started to steam, desperately looking for a way to relieve the pressure.

"The little one would be strong," Thorn husked, eyes dark and expression growing hungrier. "Just like their mother."

Your pussy tingled at that, but you had to add, "Just like their father."

Thorn's answering smile was edged with something dark. Curls escaped his bun, framing his darkened eyes.

"Hmm, he acknowledged. "You want all that, don't you, cyar'ika?"

You burned a little, flustered, but Thorn didn't let you hide.

"It's okay," he said, soothing, "I do too. But —"

He suddenly yanked you down the bed, seating you right to his covered length.

"I have to breed you first."

And you could not fucking wait.

"Sit up, cyar'ika. Hands and knees."

You scrambled to follow his directions, leaning forward until you were facing him, on your hands and knees. You looked up at him through fluttering lashes, and he groaned a little.

"So eager," he praised. His thumb traced briefly over your cheek before falling to unclip his codpiece. His cock was unveiled next, untucking it from his compression suit. It bounced a little, looking flushed and rock hard. "Go on, get me slicked up for you. Get me nice and wet so I can breed you."

You set about your task eagerly, instantly enclosing your mouth around him. Swirling your tongue around him, you slicked his skin before beginning to bob. You took him further and further each time, your tongue and mouth making him slick and even harder. Until finally, finally, he was hitting the back of your throat.

And he still wasn't fully in your mouth. Maker, he was so big. You couldn't wait for him to be inside you.

Braced on your hands and knees, you could only use your mouth on Thorn. You alternated between taking him in your mouth and peppering him with licks and kisses. You laved your tongue all the way up his length, teasing just barely over the skin of his balls and making him groan out a praise.

You kissed his tip, then opened your mouth and swallowed him.

"Oh, good girl, cyar'ika. Could cum like this. Could shoot my load down your throat, make you swallow me."

His hand went to your cheek, and the touch made you back off a little. He fully removed his cock from your mouth, ignoring the little pout you gave.

"But that's not what we both want right now, is it?"

You trembled and tingled with anticipation.

Thorn stood from where he had been kneeling on the bed, rounding behind you. Your eyes followed him, hooded and fluttering with arousal.

Thorn grabbed a pillow and placed it under you. He then pressed his hand onto your back, and you willingly let him push you forward until you were fully lying down, your breasts squished against the mattress and hips elevated by the pillow.

Presenting you to him.

His gloved fingers swept across your core, chuckling at just how wet you were. But he didn't press inside.

You tried to arc into him.

"Oh, no, cyar'ika, gotta keep you nice and tight, gotta keep all of me inside you. Gotta breed you."

You moaned into the blankets, both embarrassed at how turned on you were and desperate for him to be inside you.

"Thorn, please," you begged.

"Shh, cyar'ika," he said, not unkindly. He smoothed his hand down your back. "I'm here." He climbed back onto the bed, still in his full kit above you. You clenched at the knowledge that he was going to fuck you like that: you naked and writhing under his red and white armor.

You really didn't need any more prep at this point you were so wet.

And Thorn knew it, smirking lightly as he briefly slapped his cock against your pussy lips. You gasped and jerked a little.

Thorn leaned over you, the hard, cool plastoid of his chest plate just barely touching to your back. He braced himself on his elbow, curling his fingers towards your outstretched hand.

He nocked himself at your entrance.

You clung to his hand.

"Ready?" he murmured, a soft kiss being placed on the back of your head.

You smiled gently and sighed, "Ready."

Thorn speared into you. And promptly began to fuck you within an inch of your life.

Positioned like this, with Thorn practically mounting you, your legs and thighs pressed tight together, your back arched under him, you unable to do anything but writhe under the press of his armored weight, your pussy tight from the position and minimal foreplay, it was hard not to feel like you were already close to falling apart. Thorn thrust into you furiously, groaning deep into your ear each time you clenched and squeezed around him. You could barely make a sound, rendered silent by the stretch of Thorn's cock inside your walls. And the way he kept brushing over that spongy patch with each pass.

"Gonna fuck you so good, cyar'ika," Thorn groaned, gutturally, into your ear. "Gonna breed you so good. Gonna be so full. We're not stopping until I say, until I'm done. Gonna have the most pretty little swollen pussy, gonna be bred full, cyar'ika, gonna look so good..."

You gasped and choked, dizzy and clamoring for something... anything. Thorn lowered himself fully on top of you, his weight making you gasp and clench around him as his other hand gripped yours and held on tight. He continued to thrust, body glued to yours, his hips moving fiercely and his cock seeming to literally drag in and out of you. It was the most luscious, slick friction you'd ever experienced.

You could feel him pulsing inside you, and you were so close.

"Go on, cyar'ika," he whispered. He pressed his face into your temple, lips pursing against your skin into a kiss with every word. "Go ahead and cum. Cum so I can fill you up. Just like you wanted. Cum so I can breed you."

It was that word — breed, breed, breed — that sent you into a tailspin. And with a silent scream, your climax slammed into you.

He pumped unsteadily with each new wave of cum spurting out of him, and each new wave of warmth against your walls prolonged your own high. Heaving and clenching in what was the longest orgasm of your life, you milked Thorn for all he was worth.

There was a moment of calm.

Still pressed tight to your back, Thorn kissed your cheek tenderly and squeezed your hands reassuringly. His voice was quiet, but still dark and promising against your skin.

"Maybe you can call me 'daddy' next time."

Oh, you were so fucked.

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your works are so beautiful!! i see you are taking requests right now, may i have thorns with milk tea or pomegranate tea? thank you have a nice day (*つ▽`)っ

───── a / n: AHHH, thank you so much anon ♡ methinks.. why not both? thorns is Very Personality ( if you get what i’m trying to say ) so i hope i did him justice !! you have a good day too ♡

THORNS + milk & pomegranate tea | tea prompt list

✦ ───── milk tea; what are their kisses like?

thorns kisses are rather few, but when he does kiss you it’s absolutely intoxicating. you suppose that explains their rarity – an overtreatment might just make you pass out. they’re straightforward – when thorns wants to kiss you, he kisses you, rarely with an appetizer. his kisses don’t need sugarcoating. it’s just what you’d expect – sincere, intense and precise, so very much like him. you’re left a bit dazed, but you can’t help yourself; you want more. thorns is not exempt from the poison either, it seems – you make him weak.

✦ ───── pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

when thorns stopped and thought of his next words to you; that’s when he realized something shifted – unnoticed. the perception of others usually doesn’t concern him much – he says things simply how they are, sometimes wounding but true. it’s simply in his nature – but standing face to face with you, he found himself reconsidering his phrasing. although he still spoke the fact to you as it was in the end, that moment of doubt was enough to establish that you were doing something to him. when he started minding himself around you, wanting to soften his truth – the little doubts persist throughout your interactions; until he’s sure you’re driving him insane – it takes him a bit, but he soon finds himself smitten.

───── final notes: headcanon that thorns has sahara desert lips because of being a fish on land and too absorbed in his work to care much so you have to spray his face with those water bottles like a cat before he gets to kiss you ( joke ) ( very funnily this made me appreciate thorns much more. i actually never looked at his files. thank you anon oohmg )

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The Flower Meanings behind each P5R Flower Keychain Merch

After pre-ordering the P5R flower keychain merch, I decided delve into the flower meanings that each PT character is associated with in the new flower keychain merch.

I’m going to research into the Hanakotoba (花言葉) meaning of these flowers, the English meanings, and the relevant flower essences to hopefully get the right information. Then I’ll try to connect how they relate to the characters. Understand that what I’ll say may not be 100% right, because this is my own interpretation.

The flower meanings I gotten are based on the Japanese websites and English websites that I looked into. THIS IS GOING TO BE A VERY LONG POST so please excuse any potential grammar mistakes I may have made.

If I ever have time, I might make separate posts for each Phantom Thief regarding the history, folklore and meta of their flowers.

Ren Amamiya - Red China Asters & White Daisies

China Asters are called 蝦夷菊 (Ezogiku) or in Katakana, エゾギク in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) China Asters in general mean:

追憶 (Recollection)

私はあなたを想うでしょう (I will think of you)

変化 (Change / Shapeshift)

信じる恋 (Believing in Love)

貞節 (Fidelity)

And Red China Asters in particular mean:

変化を好む (I prefer change)

The English meaning of these Asters are:

Patience

Elegance

Daintiness (Gentle and Kind personality)

Afterthought (Remembering someone who is no longer with you / Thinking if things should have happened differently)

Love of variety

And the Red color in an Aster is the color of passion that expresses strong emotions towards these meanings.

So basically China Asters mean Change and Recollection (Remembering something/someone), and “私はあなたを想うでしょう (I will think of you)”.

Note: There are 2 different classifications of Aster flowers. One is the Shion (シオン) Aster. The other is the China (エゾギク) Aster. There is no such thing as a red Shion Aster. China Asters on the other hand, comes with a variety of colors including red. Therefore, the red asters are China Asters.

Shion Asters tend to have the meaning: “君を忘れない (I won’t forget you)”. China Asters tend to have a similar meaning which is: "私はあなたを想うでしょう (I will think of you)”. This indicates remembering someone who is no longer with you, or when they are far away and separated from you. It seems that Asters in general involve remembering someone and not wanting to forget them.

How this connects to Ren:

Since Red Asters in particular mean “change”, I think this refers to how Ren is a “shapeshifter” (from the Beneath the Mask song), since he is a WildCard user who uses different personas and masks. I think the “変化を好む (I prefer change) ” meaning refers to how Ren wanted to reform society as a Phantom Thief.

China Asters in general also mean “recollection”, I think this refers to what happened between Ren and Akechi. Ren deeply regretted how he wasn’t able to save Akechi in the engine room and wanted things to happen differently between them (Like peacefully playing chess with Akechi in his room in the “Bad Ending”).  For Akechi to be present and by his side...that was his wish in the dream world. This can also refer to how Akechi said “If only we had met a few years earlier...”. Recollection is also connected to the "私はあなたを想うでしょう (I will think of you)” meaning. Ren still remembers his promise with Akechi, even after the dream world ended. Akechi was separated from him twice but Ren still carries Akechi’s glove with him, thinking of him.

The meaning of these flowers are probably connected to the meaning of Akechi’s Forget-Me-Nots that I will mention later in this post.

Daisies are called 雛菊 (Hinagiku) or just デイジー (Daisy) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Daisies in general mean:

純潔 (Innocence / Purity)

美人 (Beautiful person)

平和 (Peace / Harmony)

希望 (Hope)

And White Daisies in particular mean:

無邪気 (Innocent)

The English meanings of these Daisies are:

Innocence

New Beginnings

Purity

Harmony

If the Daisy color is White then that specifically means “Innocence” and “Purity”.

How this connects to Ren: 

Ren has his own sense of justice and righteousness, and he believes that what he’s doing is for the greater good. He is the Trickster who brings hope and drives away ruin. Shido falsely accused Ren of assault even though Ren’s innocent. He gotten a criminal record even though he is innocent. Ren started off as a misunderstood hero... and yeah I guess Ren is pretty good-looking too “美人 (Beautiful person)” lol.

Ryuji Sakamoto - Sunflowers & Red Ace Hydrangeas

Sunflowers are called 向日葵 (Himawari) or in katakana ヒマワリ in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Sunflowers mean:

私はあなただけ��見つめる (I only have my eyes on you)

あなたを幸福にする (I will make you happy)

崇拝 (Admiration / Adoration)

光輝 (Brightness)

あなたは素晴らしい (You are amazing)

偽りの富 (False Riches)

The English meanings of these Sunflowers are:

Adoration

Faithfulness

Loyalty

Joy & Happiness

So basically Sunflowers mean admiring someone or adoring someone and it also means happiness.

How this connects to Ryuji:

Ryuji is Ren’s best friend, and he also greatly admires Ren for being the leader of the Phantom Thieves. Ryuji is also the type of guy who is loud, cheerful, and optimistic. This can connect to brightness and happiness.

Hydrangeas are called 紫陽花 (Ajisai) or in katakana アジサイ in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Hydrangeas mean:

高慢 (Boastfulness / Arrogance)

冷酷 (Ruthlessness / Cold-Hearted)

謝罪 (Apology)

The English meanings of Hydrangeas are:

Gratitude

Honest Emotions

Vanity

Boastfulness

Desire for forgiveness

Regret

In Japan, Hydrangeas are usually used to express apology for bad behavior. That’s why negative words like 冷酷 (Ruthlessness / Cold-Hearted) and  高慢 (Boastfulness / Arrogance) are associated with it. It’s to apologize for behaving like that.

How this connects to Ryuji:

Ryuji is a delinquent and a troublemaker. However, he’s also the type to apologize for the things he messed up on. One example is Ryuji feeling sorry for his mother because attacking Kamoshida ruined his chances of making things easier for her (like getting an athletic scholarship). Another example is the 3rd Semester where he deeply apologizes to Ren for abandoning him to enjoy the dream world. For 高慢 (Boastfulness / Arrogance), Ryuji wanted to have more fame and recognition as the Phantom Thieves were becoming more popular, but that was until the Okumura incident.

Ann Takamaki - Red Roses & Strawberry Blossoms

“A Beautiful Rose has thorns!” - Ann

Roses are called 薔薇 (Bara) or they can be just called ローズ (Rose) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Roses in general mean:

愛 (Love)

美 (Beauty)

And Red Roses in particular mean:

あなたを愛してます (I love you)

愛情 (Love / Affection)

美 (Beauty) 

情熱 (Passion)

熱烈な恋 (Passionate Love)

The English meanings of Red Roses are pretty much the same: Passionate Love, Romance, and Beauty. Roses are the most well-known flowers across the world.

How this connects to Ann:

Ann is associated with the Lovers Arcana. Ann’s phantom thief attire is also associated around the themes of beauty, lust, and love. This is because her Persona is Carmen, who is a Femme Fatale (An attractive and seductive woman, especially one who is likely to cause distress or disaster to a man who becomes involved with her). Like what Ann said in battle: “A Beautiful Rose has thorns!“

Strawberries are called 苺 (Ichigo) in Japan.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Strawberry Blossoms mean:

尊重と愛情 (Love and Respect)

幸福な家庭 (Happy Family)

あなたは私を喜ばせる (You please me)

先見の明 (Foresight)

完全なる善 (Perfect Goodness)

The English meanings of Strawberry Blossoms are: 

Perfection

Righteousness

Spring / Rebirth

So basically Strawberry Blossoms mean perfection, love, and righteousness.

The essence of a Strawberry Blossom can help those who are going through a mental loop of fear and anxiety. For people who are worrying themselves to exhaustion and tears.

How this connects to Ann:

Ann is very kind, compassionate, and also cheerful when she’s with the Phantom Thieves. When it comes to “righteousness“, Ann has moral values and tends to reflect on whether her’s or the PT’s actions are right or wrong. She also has a strong desire to help those in need. I think “perfection” connects to how Ann is confidant about her physical appearance, but she also wants to be mentally strong and confidant like the female villains she watched.

The essence of a Strawberry Blossom (a mental loop of fear and anxiety) could connect to what Ann was going through during the Kamoshida arc. She worries a lot about Shiho, and was unfortunately put into a situation where she had to deal with Kamoshida’s threats and sexual harassment. This is because she feared that Shiho would lose her position in the volleyball team. This situation was so stressful that she suddenly had to talk to Ren about it at the station.

Yusuke Kitagawa - Nemophilas & Lily of the Valleys

Nemophilas (aka Baby Blue Eyes) are called 瑠璃唐草 (Rurikarakusa) or  just ネモフィラ (Nemophila) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Nemophilas mean:

どこでも成功 (Success everywhere)

あなたを許す (I forgive you)

可憐 (Sweet)

The English meanings of Nemophilas are pretty much the same: Victory and Success.

However...

Nemophilas have essences for anyone who during their childhood, had lack of support from their father figure or had issues with their father figure.

How this connects to Yusuke:

Sure the “success” meaning could probably connect to Yusuke trying to succeed his art career, but I think the Nemophila essence meaning connects to him more. Yusuke did have a father figure in his childhood who is Madarame. Madarame adopted him shortly after his mother’s death. He became corrupted by his distorted desires and treated Yusuke as a tool to help bolster his fame and riches. Yusuke had issues with Madarame‘s abuse and eventually fought against him in the Metaverse.

However Yusuke still have this conflicting case of Stockholm Syndrome towards Madarame and it shows during the 3rd semester. In the dream world, part of Yusuke’s wish was to have Madarame be a supporting and sincere father figure towards him. This can connect to the Nemophila meaning of “feeling supported and loved, especially by male figures”.

One of the birth flower dates for Nemophilas is January 28th, which is Yusuke’s birthday. So these flowers are REALLY for Yusuke!

Lily of the Valleys are called 鈴蘭 (Suzuran) or in katakana スズラン in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Lily of the Valleys mean:

再び幸せが訪れる (Return of Happiness)

純粋 (Purity)

謙遜 (Modesty)

優しさ (Kindness)

The English meanings of Lily of the Valleys are:

Motherhood

Womanhood

Purity

Sweetness

Return of Happiness

You made my life complete

So basically the Lily of the Valley flowers mean “Return of Happiness” but it could also mean “Motherhood”, because this flower is considered to be the perfect flower for the month of May, and Mother’s Day takes place in May. On May 1st, it is a custom to give a loved one Lily of the Valleys.

Lily of the Valley also has essences for those who are yearning or desiring relationships that are unattainable.

How this connects to Yusuke:

The “再び幸せが訪れる (Return of Happiness)“ meaning could refer to Yusuke becoming part of the Phantom Thieves and obtaining new friends. The PTs saved him from Madarame. Note that Yusuke first met the Phantom Thieves on the month of May, and Lily of the Valleys are heavily associated with that month.

I think this also relates to the Sayuri painting. The true form of the Sayuri painting expresses motherhood. The woman in the painting is holding a baby. Yusuke’s mother created this painting of herself happily holding her newborn son in her arms. “Yearning for relationships that are unattainable” could probably refer to how Yusuke deep down yearn for parental love. His biological parents aren’t present in his life and Madarame is a corrupted father figure. I mentioned before that part of Yusuke’s wish in the dream world was to have Madarame be a supporting and sincere father figure towards him.

Makoto Niijima - Canterbury Bells & Pink Tree Peonies

Canterbury Bells (aka Bellflowers), are called カンパニュラ (Campanula) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Canterbury Bells mean:

感謝 (Gratitude)

誠実 (Sincerity)

節操 (Loyalty)

思いを告げる (Telling your Thoughts)

共感 (Sympathy)

The English meanings of Canterbury Bells are:

Gratitude

Humility

Everlasting Love

So basically Canterbury bells mean “Gratitude” and “Telling your Thoughts”.

The essence of Canterbury Bells are for those who are stressed and cannot think for themselves. Canterbury Bells can help clear their minds so that they can stand up for themselves and make their own decisions.

How this connects to Makoto:

Before she joined the Phantom Thieves, Makoto was considered to be an obedient “good girl type of pushover” who followed the rules and couldn’t make her own decisions. During the Kaneshiro arc, so many things were happening to her at once such as the Principal giving her a difficult task, Sae getting angry at her during dinner, and Goro calling her a pushover. All of this really stressed her because her obedience is suffocating her. This connects to the “思いを告げる (Telling your Thoughts)“ meaning because it wasn’t until she entered Kaneshiro’s palace that she was finally able to speak her mind and stand up for herself. 

One of the birth flower dates for Canterbury Bells is April 23rd, which is Makoto’s birthday. So these flowers are REALLY for Makoto!

Tree Peonies are called 牡丹 (Botan) or in katakana ボタン in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Tree Peonies mean:

王者の風格 (Personality of a King)

富貴 (Wealth and Honor)

はにかみ (Bashfulness)

恥じらい (Shyness)

思いやり (Compassion)

The English meanings of Tree Peonies are:

Good Fortune

Bravery

Honor

Nobility

In Japan, Tree Peonies are well-respected and known to be called the “King of Flowers” (花の王様) or the “King of a Hundred Flowers” (百花の王). The reason why they’re called that is because back in history, Tree Peonies were used to decorate throne rooms and royal palaces. That’s why Tree Peonies tend to have meanings relating to royalty and honor.

The essence of Peonies are for those who are overworking themselves and trying to work hard for everything.

How this connects to Makoto:

Makoto’s code name is “Queen”, because of her bossy and strict personality. This also connects to the “王者の風格 (Personality of a King)“ meaning. Makoto’s bossy personality can be a King-like trait. Also a Queen is just a royal female version of a King. Makoto also worked hard to keep her grades in check and studied a lot in order to go to a good college. This could connect to the Peony essence for trying to work hard for everything. Makoto also drove a lot in P5 Strikers and exhausted herself from it. This could mean that Makoto is also the type to overwork herself.

The “はにかみ (Bashfulness)” meaning could probably connect to how Makoto has vulnerable or cute sides to her. She is scared of paranormal activity and have cute buchimaru merch in her room.

Futaba Sakura - Dandelions & Red Carnations

Dandelions are called 蒲公英 (Tanpopo) or in katakana タンポポ in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Dandelions mean:

愛の神託 (Oracle of Love)

神託 (Oracle)

真心の愛 (Sincere Love)

幸福 (Happiness)

別離 (Separation)

The English meanings of Dandelions are:

Happiness

Joy

Youthful Thoughts

Dandelions are known to be a fortune-telling flower which is why words like “神託 (Oracle)” are associated with it. It seems like Dandelions also mean “Happiness” but also “Separation”.

How this connects to Futaba:

Obviously Futaba’s code name is “Oracle”, so all of the “神託 (Oracle)” and  “愛の神託 (Oracle of Love)“ meanings of this flower connects to her. The “別離 (Separation)“ meaning could refer to how Futaba is separated from her mother because her mother died. The “幸福 (Happiness)“ meaning probably refers to how Futaba became happy again and gained new friends after the Phantom Thieves saved her.

One of the birth flower dates for Dandelions is February 19th, which is Futaba’s birthday. So these flowers are REALLY for Futaba!

Carnations are called カーネーション (Carnation) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Carnations in general mean:

無垢で深い愛 (Innocent and Deep Love)

魅惑 (Fascination)

愛情 (Affection)

And Red Carnations in particular mean:

母への愛 (A Mother’s Love)

The English meanings of Carnations are:

Admiration

Love and Affection

Fascination

Distinction

Carnations are known to symbolize Mother’s Day which is why “母への愛 (A Mother’s Love)“ is associated with it. The Red color of that flower in particular are used the most for Mother’s Day.

How this connects to Futaba:

Futaba loves her mother (Wakaba) a lot and she also misses her mother a lot. The whole Futaba Palace arc was about Futaba struggling to overcome her mother’s death. She later realized in her Palace that her mother doesn’t hate her and still loves her. This connects to the “母への愛 (A Mother’s Love)“ meaning. Futaba deep down still hasn’t overcome her mother’s death and it shows in the 3rd semester. Futaba’s wish in the dream world was to have Wakaba still alive. Futaba knew it wasn’t real early on, but she still rolled with it anyway because “If I got to see my mom again, then it was okay...”. She eventually apologized to Ren for this though.

Haru Okumura - Pink Roses & Hypericum Berries

As you already know, in Hanakotoba (花言葉) Roses in general mean:

愛 (Love)

美 (Beauty)

But Pink Roses in particular mean:

しとやか (Graceful / Ladylike)

上品 (Elegant)

可愛い人 (Cute person)

美しい少女 (Beautiful Girl)

誓い (Oath of Love)

感銘 (Deep Impression)

The English meanings of Pink Roses are:

Gratitude

Grace

Joy

Gentleness

Ann’s Red Roses represent passionate love and romance. Haru’s Pink Roses on the other hand, have a different meaning. Pink Roses are more associated with beauty and grace.

How this connects to Haru:

Haru is the “Beauty Thief”, and is associated with the themes of classy elegance, beauty and grace. This is because her Persona is Milady, who is a sophisticated and elegant woman. It’s also because Haru is rich. Haru is familiar with what it’s like to live in a high-class lifestyle.

Hypericum are called ヒペリカム (Hypericum) in Japanese

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Hypericums mean:

きらめき (Sparkle)

悲しみは続かない (Sadness that doesn’t last)

The English meanings of Hypericums are:

Cheerfulness

Inspiration

Antidepressant

Hypericums are usually given to those who are grieving or lost a loved one. They are also known to relieve depression, because the medicine that uses this plant are antidepressants. Hypericums are also used to drive away devils, witches, sorcery, and misfortune. This is the reason why Hypericums have “悲しみは続かない (Sadness that doesn’t last)" as its meaning.

How this connects to Haru:

I think this is connected to how Haru lost her father and she was really sad about it. Hypericums are for those “who are grieving or lost a loved one“. The meaning of “driving away devils, witches, sorcery, and misfortune“ could refer to how Haru had to fight against her father in the Metaverse in order to stop his corruption and save anyone (and herself) who were affected by his distorted desires. Even after the Okumura arc, she still grieved about her father to the point that her wish in the dream world was to have her father alive again.

The “悲しみは続かない (Sadness that doesn’t last)" meaning could refer to Haru joining the Phantom Thieves and not being sad anymore. Her new friends relieved her depression.

Sumire Yoshizawa - Baby’s Breaths & Blue Star Milkweeds

Baby’s Breaths (aka Gypsophilas) are called かすみ草 (Kasumisou) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Baby’s Breaths mean:

清らかな心 (Pure Heart)

無邪気 (Innocence)

親切 (Kindness)

幸福 (Happiness)

永遠の愛 (Everlasting Love)

The English meanings of Baby’s Breaths are:

Everlasting Love

Newborn babies

Innocence

Holy Spirit

Unity

So basically Baby’s Breath mean “Innocence”, “Purity”, and “Everlasting Love”.

How this connects to Sumire:

The name of the flower. In Japanese, Baby’s Breaths are called “Kasumi” (かすみ) in hiragana. The name of Sumire’s twin sister is also in hiragana: かすみ  芳澤 (Kasumi Yoshizawa). It appears that Kasumi is named after the Baby’s Breath flower. Sumire on the other hand, is named after Violets, and Violets are called  すみれ草 (Sumiresou). What is the Hanakotoba meaning of Violets? “白昼夢 (Daydreaming)” and “あなたのことで頭がいっぱい (You Occupy my Thoughts)”.

Kasumi = Baby’s Breaths (Innocence, Pure Heart)

Sumire = Violets (Daydreaming, You Occupy my Thoughts)

Sumire was the first to be affected by Maruki’s power. Her cognition was changed, causing her to believe that she’s Kasumi. This is connected to the “白昼夢 (Daydreaming)” meaning. During her time being Kasumi, she was completely oblivious that she’s not Kasumi. This could connect to the “Innocence” meaning.

It’s also the reason why the Sumire keychain have Baby’s Breaths flowers instead of Violets. This is the Sumire that thinks she’s Kasumi.  

The “永遠の愛 (Everlasting Love)“ meaning could probably refer to the bond between the two sisters.

The Blue Star Milkweeds (aka Tweedias) are called ブルースター (BlueStars) in Japanese. 

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) BlueStars mean:

幸福な愛 (Happy Love)

虹あう心 (Rainbow Hearts)

信じあう心 (Hearts that believe in each other)

The English meaning of BlueStars are:

Faithful Affection

BlueStars are one of the common flowers that are used in weddings in a bride’s bouquet. I guess that’s why meanings like “幸福な愛 (Happy Love)“ and “信じあう心 (Hearts that believe in each other)” are associated with it.

The essence of BlueStars are associated with dream and reality. It helps balance the ability to daydream with the need to keep one foot fully grounded in reality.

How this connects to Sumire:

Sumire’s 3rd tier Persona Ella, represents Cinderella during her wedding day. The blue color of the BlueStars could also refer to the color of Sumire’s 1st Persona, Cendrillon.

But the essence of BlueStars seem to connect to her more. Regarding the Inharmonious Expression, Sumire wasn’t able to accept reality at first, and wanted to stay being Kasumi in the dream world. This could connect to her lack of ability to move forward and her inability to travel to another dimension (Reality). Then during her time in the 3rd semester with the Phantom Thieves and Akechi, Sumire eventually gained the courage to accept herself. She was finally able to keep one foot fully grounded in reality.

Goro Akechi - Lobelias & Pink Forget-Me-Nots

Lobelias are called ロベリア (Lobelia) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Lobelias mean:

悪意 (Malevolence / Evil Intentions)

謙遜 (Modesty)

いつも愛らしい (Always Charming)

嫌い (Hate)

The English meanings of Lobelias are: 

Distinction

Malevolence

Arrogance

So basically Lobelias symbolizes “Malevolence”. The reason why Lobelias have these negative meanings is because even though these flowers look pretty, they are really toxic flowers that can kill you.

How this connects to Goro:

Goro’s true nature is full of malevolence and hate. He had caused psychotic breakdowns, had killed some people, and had attempted to betray the Phantom Thieves and kill Ren. His hatred comes from his desire for revenge against Shido, because Shido is the one who ruined his life as well as his mother’s. The 3rd semester showed this side of him even more. He is more ruthless, vulgar, aggressive, and wildly feral especially towards shadows. He takes great pleasure in killing them. Goro can also make himself go berserk by using “Call of Chaos” on himself. 

Goro being a murderer and taking pleasure in killing things can connect to how the Lobelia flowers are really toxic and can kill you. 

The “いつも愛らしい (Always Charming)” meaning could refer to how Goro is still pretty and charming despite showing is feral side. Like come on, look at this baby face:

Forget-Me-Nots are called 忘れな草 (Wasurenakusa) in Japanese. 

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Forget-Me-Nots in general mean:

真実の愛 (True Love)

私を忘れないで (Don’t forget me)

思い出 (Memories)

And Pink Forget-Me-Nots in particular mean: 

真実の友情 (True Friendship)

The English meanings of Forget-Me-Nots are: 

Don’t forget me

Remembrance

True Love

Eternal Love

Desperate Love

Memory of a dead person

The meanings of “True Love” and “Don’t Forget Me” came from legends of tragic romances in medieval times.

The essence of Forget-Me-Nots are for those who never fully resolved their isolation and abandonment issues after experiencing the death of an important family member or friend during childhood.

How this connects to Goro:

The “私を忘れないで (Don’t forget me)” and “Remembrance” meanings refers to what happened between Goro and Ren. Goro made a promise with Ren and gave Ren one of his gloves. But then Goro “died” in the Engine Room and Ren was devastated about it. Ren still kept the glove that Goro gave him and remembers him from it. This can also relate to the meaning of the China Asters that Ren is associated with: "私はあなたを想うでしょう (I will think of you)”, and also relates to “Memory of a dead person”.

The “真実の友情 (True Friendship)” meaning from the Pink Forget-Me-Nots in particular could refer to how in P5R, Goro now has a manual confidant. Ren is able to have an “open and honest relationship” with Goro because of this.

The essence of Forget-Me-Nots also relates to Goro. Goro does indeed have isolation and abandonment issues. He mentioned how he’s an unwanted bastard child, and in the engine room he mentioned how he wanted to be loved. He also deep down wanted to be acknowledged by Shido since Shido is his only biological link. Shido of course took advantage of that. All of this is because during Goro’s childhood, his mother committed suicide, leaving him feeling alone and unwanted. The death of an important family member.

For the ShuAke fans:

Since Forget-Me-Nots gotten their name from tragic romances, this can connect to how ShuAke is a tragic and angsty romance as well. Since they have an “open and honest relationship”, their “真実の友情 (True Friendship)” can turn into “真実の愛 (True Love)” as the story progresses. Also… their flowers communicated to each other like:

Goro: 私を忘れないで (Don’t forget me)

Ren: 私はあなたを想うでしょう。 君を忘れない (I will think of you. I won’t forget you)

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Whew.... I gotta say, making this post has made me learn a lot about flowers and the flower language. Thanks to this new knowledge, I will consider using the meaning of flowers in my future video projects from now on. Making this post also made me delve into the meta of the other Phantom Thieves and I began to like them more because of it. 

Like I said, my interpretations aren’t 100% correct, so make what you will with this knowledge. 

You’re welcome 👋

[telanaadas]

sometimes mythal felt that her sincerity might be her downfall -- her heart was too large for her chest. she only wished her courage could be of a similar size. she wasn't sure if it was bravery or folly that had her continue to try and be the salve to elgarn'an's wound. there was a love there once, deep and true. but she could not recognize that man -- she wondered if he felt the same or if he was too consumed with his own image to even see hers.

she would have fought for fen'harel if the threat was not too large, the weight of her people not so HEAVY. elgarn'an made promises that mythal was not so wanting to see come to fruition if she were to turn her back on him fully.

there was a sigh that she could not hold back from its escape through her lips at his words. "infatuation is not necessarily love, you and i both know that." a pause, she spoke through her teeth. "i would be known more for justice -- how am i supposed to view these events?" it was complicated, she knew... but it was also about to be a thorn in her side.

she was not so proud as to not admit to herself that just the brief closeness between them had her nerves singing, a pit deep in her stomach growing heavier. she MISSED him, though she would not say as much out loud. by admitting to him that he was still her heart after so much time had passed was already a mistake that she would not make twice... not while this tension was so strong between them. "so dirthamen was lying when he spoke to me of murder?"

a murmured thanks and a nod of her head to the servant, but dark eyes remained ever fixed on fen'harel. his reasons were his own. was she so single minded as to hope that she could have been a reason? was she truly so selfish as to want such a thing? "if you tell me that the rumors are false, i will believe you." a quiet promise, an offer of trust. so close, yet she felt as though they were oceans apart.

mythal could not stop herself from letting out a soft laugh, a smile growing on her lips but it was full of sadness. "that can't possibly be true." a pause. too long, maybe. but curiosity grew stronger in her chest.

" -- i take it you did not receive my letters, then."

Vhenan? Vhenan?

It was an insult and a confession, all at once. Elves thought in broad strokes, of eras and dynasties, not months nor minutes. But presently? Every second felt like an eternity to Solas. Mythal had been without her heart for all these years, avoiding him at every turn. He understood the threat Elgar'nan posed, he was no fool. Mythal's never-ending mission of placating Elgar'nan's anger was noble. Solas only wished Mythal was willing to fight for him. Was that asking too much? Was he being selfish? Was he putting his own will over the will of the People?

Solas gave no answer to Mythal's question or his own. Instead, he deflected. "Only as true as a goddess of love, ignoring those who seek with their hearts." Mythal was no more a goddess than Solas was a god. He didn't truly expect her to answer every single prayer, just as she couldn't possibly expect Solas to adhere to every twisted recollection that Falon'Din's nosy shadow delivered to her ear.

"Look." Solas took a step closer to her, not enough to inspire gossip from the nobility but just enough that his breath brushed her ear. He was looking ahead, at Aelon. The frustration and hesitance he radiated when speaking to Solas had disappeared completely. The noble was entirely smitten with the woman he spoke to. "He would have done anything to see her again." Solas spoke of two things at once. An old habit of his, refusing to die. "With or without my intervention."

The smallest elf Solas had ever seen passed by with a tray of filled wine glasses. He maintained a steady, meaningful glance with the servant as he grabbed a glass for himself. "The reason I am here is mine." He had no plans to go into details with her about it. "Please, disregard the lie that Dirthamen hissed through his teeth."

With both princesses out of the way, the king had no heirs. He had grown tired of ruling and Uthenera was beckoning him, just around the corner. The long gap in the ascension to the throne would provide the servants, and anyone the king would have 'donated' to the Evanuris, enough time to escape and find other lives.

Solas did serve the People. He made every effort to sow discord to the segment of elves who willfully bent over backwards for the Evanuris.

"…and it is nice to see you too, vhenan."

[onlythegoddessmayforbidme]

@nevertemperyourpassion asked:

she managed a stiff nod, though she looked pale from the ordeal. “ i understand why you felt the need to do so. ”

she bowed her own features in return, accepting this response with solemn gracefulness. 

it had become a delicate situation, and she could ask for no more. 

“ trust that it brought me no pleasure to sully your name. ”

her voice, while somber and gentle, reflected the same cold necessity that she had felt when she had made her decision. 

she had hoped to remove baine bloodhoof and his woefully misguided crusade from the equation without causing a great disturbance. 

both out of due respect for the parties involved, and, more importantly, because the deciding of garrosh hellscream’s fate was not a time to be distracted by other matters, regardless of their individual consequence. 

regrettably, the young chieftain, in his foolish obstinacy, had refused to step down quietly from his position as hellscream’s defendant.

thus, she had been left with no choice but to reveal his clandestine dealings with the alliance. 

dealings that many would view as treasonous, and not wrongly so. 

and the loyalty he had shown to his current task did him no credit in her eyes. 

indeed, these past few days might have led one to believe that his sense of duty had caused him to forget that he spoke on behalf of the very creature who had slain his father. 

even so, the tauren were perhaps the sole race among the horde who had proven themselves capable of being truly honorable. many times, her own people had found kinship with them.  

she had no wish to needlessly slander their leader on an occasion that was doubtlessly already trying for him. 

however severely she may have frowned upon his present diligence, she did not think him malicious at heart. 

it was also for some of these reasons that she viewed this new coming to light of lady jaina’s past involvement with the horde less critically than she might have otherwise done. 

it remained a deceitful thing, but she had nonetheless aided a noble people during a time of great need---a time when they had been wronged by the foul orc on trial this very day. 

again, the irony of baine’s apparent resolve did not fail to vex her. 

furthermore, the tragedy of theramore---in the cruelest possible way, had already sufficiently taught lady jaina the detriment of being too lenient with one’s enemies. 

tyrande had no seen no merit in bringing past transgressions to light now. 

of course, given their history, she would have endeavored to offer what courtesy she could to jaina no matter the case. 

“ i sincerely hope that such action on my part was needless. ”

unfortunately, baine had not allowed her to fully extend that courtesy to either of them, and she would stop at nothing to ensure that garrosh hellscream was put to death as befitted the beast that he was. 

that, if nothing else, was a necessity that jaina would understand. 

at any expense. even the young woman’s own. though it seemed a hateful twist of fate that one of hellscream’s greatest victims should suffer to see him rightfully dealt with. 

in the wake of such destruction, peace was sorely needed by them all, even so---it was difficult not to question if varian would not have been far wiser to end that menace when the opportunity had first arisen. 

“ yet, it is difficult to have faith in a trial that has permitted baine bloodhoof to plead unchecked on the account of that monster for hours on end. ”

at first, she had viewed the process as little more than a formality. if there was any true justice to be found here, then that remained so. 

and though she had sincerely lamented the horror that had brought about the circumstance, it had not seemed a poor opportunity to expose the horde on other accounts.

but each passing day had lent a growing sense of realism to the proceedings, and baine bloodhoof’s earnest dedication had become a thorn in her side.

and thorns were best cut out before they could fester. 

[bravebatgirl]

‘I Look Like My Mother’ (a preview of the new chapter of Anne’s unfinished story

Heya Kindred Spirits. Still salty over AWAE’s cancellation? Because same. There’s still so much more to the story of our beloved fiery red-head, and I’ve decided to write my version of what I believe will encompass the next chapter in Anne’s life. 

Here is a little snippet, a prologue if you will, to what will become a 15-chapter story posted on AO3. Please enjoy, and remember to keep tagging #renewannewithane on twitter

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Dear Gilbert,

I look like my mother. My goodness… Just writing that sets my heart alight; warms my soul to its very core in a way I would never have thought possible. You’re probably rather confused at how I came to realise I resembled my long-lost mother. I should offer further explanation as to how I acquired this knowledge.

Matthew and Marilla, bless their hearts, journeyed to Nova Scotia, all with the intent of meeting with an elderly woman who knew my parents personally. They recovered a book that my father, Walter, had gifted to my mother, Bertha, and my dearest Matthew and Marilla saw to it that it was once again in the possession of a Shirley. Me! The very last of the Shirleys. It was titled ‘The Language of Flowers’, and on the very last page was the most treasured gift I could ever ask for: a portrait of my mother, drawn so faithfully by my father. She looked so beautiful, Gilbert. So regal and wondrous.  Once, my freckled complexion, pale skin and, most grievously, my horrid red hair haunted me every waking and sleeping moment. Marilla called me vain for obsessing so over my disastrous looks, and she rightfully so. I placed far great an importance that necessary on my outer appearance, when it is the character that matters most. Yet, despite this, knowing that I share my mother’s own red-haired genes brought a new sense of gratefulness to me. For if I even share a fraction of her beauty, I’ll be quite content in never obsessing over frivolous things such as appearance again (plus, hers appeared auburn. Auburn! There is hope for me yet.).

Oh Gilbert, my heart has never felt so undoubtedly whole as it has this day; it seems as though all the jumbled puzzle pieces of my life are finally slotting into place. Along with this incredible revelation of my past, Diana is sleeping across from me and we are mere hours away from beginning the next chapter of our life together! The Women of Tomorrow, embarking on their educational endeavour side by side. Ruby, Josie, Tillie and Jane are also in this boarding house, just down from the hall from us. I feel so blessed that I get to continue my story with a comforting, familiar fragment of my past right by me, every step of the way. Entering womanhood seems less daunting when doing so with these girls.

Of course, another, very significant piece; one I never dreamed of acquiring, is you. I should tell you I have kept pinching myself ever since we bade farewell this after-noon. It still seems surreal, something of a figment of my imagination, that someone like you could ever be interested in someone like me. But it was real, wasn’t it? We finally stopped running away from each other and ran toward each other, finding each other in a twist of fate, time being on our side for once. My cheeks are currently aching from smiling so much. It’s a most welcome ache, though.

In regards to our follow-up questions, I’ll do my best to answer what I imagine yours may be, whilst asking some of my own. First of all, Diana relayed to me that you never received the letter I left for you. Oh, Fortuna, you do work in mysterious ways. While we may never know just how such a significant piece of paper was so heinously misplaced, I want to make it transparently known what its contents were…

That night in which you approached me at the ruins… I must apologise. I was the furthest thing from a clear mind – you can thank Moody’s moonshine for that – and I’m afraid I was rather thrown by your bold yet cryptic words. I’d been confused of my feelings since we practised the White Sergeant (though, if I’m being honest with myself, feelings had existed far longer than that), and I was still reeling from the startling divulgence at the fair that you were courting Winifred. Here was this young, intelligent, persistent man, one who had, in his own words, his future presented to him on a silver platter: the beautiful, elegant woman of high-class, the blessing of her father to enter a marriage, one that would ensure him the less-than-once-in-a-lifetime chance to study at the very most prestigious of schools. Here he was, the most promising future on one hand, and on the other… me. Who was I to stand in the way? Why would I even try to stand in your way? My response was panicked flurry of words, and I was so terribly confused. Yet, not long after… I came to the realisation that I no longer was confused, and my feelings toward you were so transparently obvious, it was as though they’d been written in the stars themselves.

I love you, Gilbert Blythe. I love your unwavering ambition, courage and persistence in striving to achieve everything your heart desires. I love the way you care so deeply for everyone close to you. I love how even though you can be daft at times, you fight for justice, and never judge a person unfairly. I love your handsome eyes and how they always seem to find mine. I’m sorry it took me so long to realise it; and even though we are a thousand miles apart, I am more than prepared to make up for lost time.

Which brings me to the first of my follow-up questions: when did you first realise you had feelings for me? And to what extent are they currently? And finally… are we courting now? Is that something we can do from such a distance? I have many more churning in my mind, but I fear I have taken up too much of your time and far too much paper. I shall save them for our future correspondences.

Oh my goodness, would you believe that I have stayed awake until almost 3am?  I simply cannot wait to see what Queen’s has in store for me tomorrow, but I really must rest now if I’m to make an appropriate first impression. I’ve already a plethora of plans for making my place in this town; you may recall I told you I must be a relentless thorn in the side of those who refuse to amend the status quo? Well, my first order of business, along with getting acquainted with my fellow students, is to see what change can be brought about the treatment of the indigenous children at those poor, pathetic excuses of schools. I’ll indulge you further on my progress in later letters, but my first action is to write to ‘The Globe’ and inform them of this discriminatory injustice. Something must be done, Gilbert, and if no one else will make a stance, then I must.

I’m sure by the time this letter reaches you, you’ll have well and truly settled into your medicinal studies at Toronto; but nevertheless, best of luck, Future Doctor Blythe. Don’t let your academic drive slip just because I’m not there to provide competitive stimulation.

I wait in elated trepidation for your response, and am eager to hear just how extraordinary your new life is.

With highest sincerity,

Your Anne

P.S. Suitors are allowed to visit the parlour on Saturday afternoons between 2 and 4. If that knowledge interests you in any way.

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Flower: Forsythia, represents Anticipation

[veridium]

for the record - cellar gate and this whole mess.

I have thought a lot about this. I know I said I would resign from speaking further on it, but some ideas have come to my attention and so I wish to act on my conscience and consideration. 

I wholeheartedly think toxic positivity is a prevalent issue in fandom and popular culture. I wholeheartedly believe it works as a silencing and tone policing for those most marginalized in our communities. I think it is something we must be critical of when we engage with each other and our expectations from fandom spaces. That being said, one of the primary reasons I am incensed at its prevalence in this fandom is because it has been fueled for all the wrong reasons: for deeply self-serving, personal, and petty reasons, and not simply to see the fandom be better. 

And so, with cautious dread, I am bringing back the issue of the “Cellar Gate” or however it has come to be known.

I think it is safe to say the issue caused a fracture in opinions and people who were all at one time members. I think it is safe to say that drama and dispute has become publicly evident, if not a blaring elephant in the great big room. 

I was one of several people who went public with my membership in the cellar. I did so, in part, to have some kind of autonomy and control over how the narrative was being written. I also did it to take responsibility and combat the ways in which that narrative was being twisted in inflammatory, violent, and deceitful ways. I did it because I was hearing how some of my mutuals were being adversely targeted and effected by my name being included on the “burn list” that circulated in the aftermath. I did it to prevent what I believed antagonists wanted: for a dramatic and righteous crusade to begin, which would drive out the people they believed to be “bad apples.” I did it because it was necessary. 

And I believe that, considering how much was avoided in the way that conflict subsided, I considered it a worthy gambit. People were listened to, reality checks were taken, and the fanfare was allowed to settle. 

Unfortunately, I think some thorns were forgotten about, and left to fester. 

I think the former members/people who used the exposure of the Server and the “Salt” to mount their reckoning moral crusade have used the remains of that to persist with a narrative of positivity and inclusion. This narrative, though shiny and great on the surface, is born of toxic fruit: it was not created purely for selfless, apolitical reasoning. It was created to combat a problem they blamed us for: a cultural fixation they believe exists wherein people allow themselves to be critical bullies in the name of “social justice.” I believe they did so in part to antagonize us in public where explicit callouts could not be used. I believe they push positivity as a means of ameliorating their previous involvement in private conversations they believed malevolent harassment, though they took place in, as I said: private conversations. 

In short: this positivity wave, as we have recently seen in this fandom, is not much more than a bunch of white women wanting to sleep at night again for sins they deem below their moral high-ground. You know, sins such as: privately salting about problematic fics, shit talking people they don’t like, being rude, petty, salty, and at times insensitive. 

One of the reasons I owned up to shit was because I was sick of the image that was being depicted: mean people hiding in some back room somewhere, or backlog of a chat, looking for any reason to tear people apart and be cruel. I was sick of this false interpretation that minimized and reduced a substantial part of my fandom community to heartless maleficents. Especially when these “positivists” once benefitted from, and enjoyed that community as a big part of their audience and support system. Especially when they depended on that community for listening, support, feedback, and friendship. Several of them are people I once considered some of my closest friends in fandom -- people I confided in, trusted, and believed in their integrity. 

Unfortunately, I was misguided. 

There are several reasons I am coming up for air about this. Firstly, so that I am clear when I say it was never my intention -- or that of anyone I know -- to make it seem like this ordeal was more righteous and universal as it really was. What upset me was watching these ideas about “shutting up” and “minding your business” and “being positive” being pushed onto people who had no involvement with the Server drama, who would nonetheless read their incessant reblogs of that content and think, wow, am I a piece of shit would having criticisms for someone’s work? Am I missing the point in being in fandom when I don’t focus on the positive all the time? Because these messages are being circulated by people who, I think, don’t sincerely care about fandom positivity when it doesn’t serve them and their needs of self-soothing and self-reward. That is wrong, and that is a method of undermining and tone policing I think should be called out. 

Secondly, I want to make something explicitly clear: the people pushing positivity and “minding your own business” have all, every single one, participated in the behavior they deem incorrect. They have been comforted by it, they have participated in it, and I would imagine they still do. I have an INCREDIBLY hard time believing that they do not at all speak negatively or harshly about people in fandom considering I, and several others who they deem nemeses, are still here despite their championing. I also have a hard time believing it because they have included and become friends with fandom members who they not-too-long ago verbally and explicitly despised -- people who they lobbied to be banned from the server for being manipulative and toxic, for victimizing them. Someone believed an unsafe presence for them.

And just so we’re clear on this account as well, I’m looking at you, @Tortuosity-Writes, @tanaleth, and @Allisondraste. Hope you’ve been really transparent about that with your newfound friend, @Cassandra-Pentughasst. If not, I know there are plenty of receipts to submit. It’s tax season, no? Just in case you want to suggest it was a matter of ya’ll being poisoned against each other, when you were holding the damn vials yourselves. And the only reason the links don’t work is because we have each other blocked, but somehow I think you’ll see this.  

But I suppose bygones are bygones, right? Positivity! Inclusivity! 

Also, just to prevent some ammunition unnecessary, and because I know well enough the people I’m working with here: I think it’s horseshit to say you’re all about shutting up and being positive while you’re still passive-aggressively shit-talking people in tags and posts, hoping maybe they’ll come across them or that they’ll cause some whispers/drama/stress for those people. Like, for example, @Cassandra-Pentughasst beautifully resentful tags:

Yep, that’s me she’s talking about. And she’s right: I took forever on a commission, was not communicative, and had spelling mistakes, ones which I sincerely apologized for. I did my best but it wasn’t on par with where I should have been. At the time, I thought I was doing it for a friend, though; and when I could, I was communicative. I even asked after sending a draft to look over if she thought it was okay, because I always do so, so my clients are happy (and people can attest to this practice, and I have email and screenshot records as well). She said everything looked good, so I believed her. It was an unfortunate situation where I wasn’t at my best and I was unprofessional. 

What I am not, however, is a coward. 

Which is why this kind of behavior incenses me: it makes it seem like she had no way of telling me something was wrong, or that she was unhappy. And it also makes it seem like no one in my circle is ever critical of me, or is invited to be. Apparently everyone thinks the sun shines out my flaky ass. 

So, here’s my dilemma: how can people who claim they’re all about positivity, integrity, and inclusivity, possibly condone this kind of behavior? How can people who I once called friends say in all seriousness that their standard of decorum doesn’t apply here, because it’s me? Because it’s someone who didn’t agree with them? 

And here’s a very particular thorn: this person, and the group above, only became friends after they all left the server and realized the enemy of thy enemy was thy friend. Before that, it was incessant shit-talking of each other, talking about how one was making them feel unsafe, how toxic they were, and how they should be kicked off or blocked from the server entirely. This person was suddenly forgiven despite the LITANY of conversations and concerns about her trustworthiness, character, and integrity. 

At the end of the day, I obviously cannot control people, and they do change. My stance is, however, that none of these people have changed from who they were. They are people: they shit talk, praise, are friendly and also mean. They make mistakes and are regretful. They dislike things, and dislike people. They have animuses and grudges. They are HUMAN BEINGS like we all are. 

Only one “side,” however, is trying to get people raked over the coals for admitting to partaking in “negative” behaviors. Only one side is pushing a shut-up-and-mind-your-business broad brush when they really mean they want a specific group of people to shut up. Only one side is trying to push a positivity politic that is first and foremost self-serving. 

That, to me, is gross. And that is toxic to fandom as a whole. And I am sick of watching them poke, prod, passive-aggressively post, and seeing their stuff splash onto my dash even though I have them blocked. I am sick of watching it knowing a good portion of what motivates them is spite and antagonism. I am sick of people taking their word for it, and using it as reasoning to be mean to marginalized members. And for that reason I also want to make VERY SURE that no people of color feel like they are being manipulated by anything I have a part in. I want to reiterate: I believe the dysfunction and harm they have circulated to be real and consequential to more than just us tied to the server. I never ever intended false rallying. 

Which is to say: their beliefs that we are obsessing over them day and night, trying to find new ways to ruin their lives and antagonize them, is bullshit. I don’t know about ya’ll, but I have, like, a day job. I have family and friends to spend time with. I have PTSD to treat. I think it is safe to say shit-talking people you dislike in private conversations, and conniving/obsessing, are two different things. 

And, like I said: if any of these people have said no negative, gossipy, or disrespectful things about us, or myself, since the “Exodus,” then my word to those people are: In case you forgot, you didn’t just leave a server: you hurt a lot of people who were your friends. You made a hell of a lot of people feel unsafe and insecure with their visibility in fandom for shit they had no part in. You didn’t just exit and begin some harmless, painless agenda to bring joy to any and all around you. You fucking hurt people. Swallow that pill and recognize that talking about it -- that includes talking about you -- is a valid form of processing and healing form the disruption you caused in all of our lives. Disruption that we are still dealing with. 

Lastly: I have said over and over that I do not care for clout. I do not care for popularity stakes, for “positive” cults of personality. So, if this gets me “cancelled” so be it. But I’d rather be “cancelled” for being transparent than accepted for being shady. My qualms are both broad and personal. I have personal issues with people and I have broad issues with how they are using fandom as a space to enact their false sense of inclusivity. 

And at the end of it, I hope these former friends of mine understand one thing above all else: that I soberingly understand the harm they have done in their desire to live with themselves and their guilt, and it is for that reason -- for everything I saw and everything I heard in the aftermath of their need to redeem themselves and their “side” of things -- that I will never, ever forgive them. I have said many harsh things, I have said many unkind things, and I have made many mistakes. But for as long as I fucking live, I will never, ever elect to be known as someone who tried to pass their vendetta and grudges as a community-oriented, positivity-celebrating, sanctimonious cause that made numerous people, especially people of color, have to go to bat to counter and prevent from doing harm.

Also, on a personal note because why not, the fire is going to consume me anyways: you can’t block half of the femslash/wlw genre because you’re insecure about your work or have had drama with them, and then lament that there’s a lack of material. Whoops!

So, yeah, I’ve fucked up. I have. But I can also call bullshit when I see it. And if this ends my tenure in the fandom, again, so be it. I have my friends and my community, and I don’t just jump ship when I see the stormy weather ahead. I have my life, and my loved ones. And more importantly: I sleep very, very well. 

Oh and, for the record, contrary to all ya’lls stuff, we aren’t a cult. And I didn’t have to ask permission for posting this from anyone, or mind my manners. I also think it’s very telling when people enact the same standards of control, us vs. them, and dehumanizing that cults are supposedly known for -- and then call us one. It’s really convenient, isn’t it? To have distance from the people you hurt and betrayed, and then say it was nothing more than a cult? And to say that their methods of healing, supporting one another, and processing their anger and pain in private is only proof that they’re a cult?

Yes. Really convenient. 

So, there. You want a battle? I think you all know damn well I’m armed. All that I ask is you save your ammunition for me, and not for my friends. Not for people who had nothing to do with the mess we’ve made. Or else. 

And this is all to say that, if I have made anyone feel manipulated, led-on, used, or exploited for any of this - then that is something I am responsible for and I sincerely apologize. It is behavior that is below me, and certainly not my intention, but I don’t get to decide how I impact people’s lives and their participation. So, again, I am sorry. And I respect any and all choices you make on that account. 

[fertileimaginationvault]

Martha’s Day - Superbat DCEU series

Hello my fellow Superbat shippers! I hope you’re all doing alright.

 It's my first attempt at writing something about Superbat and I sincerely hope to be doing it right  and that you like it, of course.

I have plans to do a series of Superbat fanfictions, and this is the first post (I don’t know how many I’ll post, it will depend on the ideas that pop up in my head). I just want to warn you that the order of events is going to be a bit off (again, it's my head's fault that I have ideas out of the right order). I'll be happy to clear up any questions you may have about it. But first, let me establish a few things:

The "chapter” that I am posting today obviously happens on Mother's Day, almost two years after the events of the Justice League (2017).

Clark and Bruce have finally become friends, but they hide their true feelings for each other because they are afraid of ruining their friendship (it reads: because they are dumb).

I really like the idea of ​​the Wayne Mansion being rebuilt to become the Justice League headquarters, so I incorporated it into the story. Which means the league members will also appear.

What I wanted to see most about DCEU is the bat-kids, and they'll appear more on future posts because I love seeing Bruce being a dad, and I'd love to see them interacting with Clark.

I’ll give you more details about their relationship and what happened after the Justice League in the next post but I have not finished editing yet (the chapter is still too long and I'm still thinking whether to divide it into two parts or not).

I would like to apologize in advance for possible errors. English is not my first language.

I would also like to thank the kind people who encouraged me to post this. I've loved these characters since I was a child, and I was really excited about writing something about them, even though it’s fanfiction. And although today’s post is a litle sad, I hope you guys like it.

This “chapter” is dedicated to all who have lost their mothers and have a hard time during Mother’s Day and every day that their absence is felt the most (myself included). i’m sending my love to you all.

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It didn’t matter how many times Bruce had walked the path between the Manor and the Wayne family mausoleum, it always felt as if he was dragging chains along with him. It didn’t matter how many years had passed, it still felt the same, the pain piercing through his soul and the darkness clutching it. He stared at his parents’ crypts in silence holding the bouquet of white roses strong enough to feel the thorns entering his fingers and palm, through the wrapping paper around it, but he didn’t care. That was nothing compared to what Bruce went through for the last twenty years. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a few seconds and opening them again, still unease. He thinks if he should say something as he used to do when he was younger, when he still dared to ask if his parents would be proud of him, of what he was doing in their memory.

Bruce didn’t know anymore, neither if they would or if he has even the right to ask. Specially on this particular day... He wondered if he could cry even after all this time, but the tears were stuck somewhere inside of him just like the rest of his emotions and everything else that resembled the faintest evidence of weakness. He stayed there, silent, holding the bouquet of white roses, still thinking if he should put them in the vase hanging on the marble wall beside his mother’s crypt or not.

He couldn’t say how long he had stayed there, and again, he didn’t care. He doesn’t even flinch either when realizes he’s not alone. Someone was outside. Bruce could see them through the crack of one of the heavy iron doors of the mausoleum that was ajar, conflicting about getting in or just staying in the private graveyard outside.

“You can come in, Clark” he managed to say, his voice sounding hoarse but not as annoyed as he liked to be. That always happened when Clark was around, he could never truly push him away.

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t want to disturb you” Clark walked in, voice low, taking each step carefully, almost ritualistic as if his existence in that place was disrespectful by itself. He stopped beside Bruce.

“I thought you were in Smallville for the day.” Bruce didn’t care to look at him, his dark eyes still lingering on his mother’s name printed in bronze on the marble surface of her crypt.

“I was,” Clark answered, looking at Bruce, examining his friend dressed in a three piece suit as if he was ready for a board meeting or a dinner at The Plaza. Clark knew the reason for Bruce being so well dressed and the knowledge of it made his heart clench, “I spent the day with Ma, actually. I just came back to the Manor.”

Bruce glanced around, realizing the deeming of the sunlight inside the mausoleum. The sun was setting behind the trees and the figure of Saint Michael in the stained glass could hardly be seen, finally giving him notion of time.

“Bruce,” Clark started, also struck by realization, “how long have you been here?”

“I don’t know... A few hours, maybe...” Bruce let it out in whisper, even though knowing Clark would hear, “I just woke up and came here to…”

Clark waited for Bruce to finish his sentence but he never did. He just stayed there beside the other man, making company to his silence. He knew how hard that was to Bruce, specially considering what day it was. Clark knew how that felt, how certain dates could be more difficult to “celebrate” than the others. Birthdays, holidays, always making it hurt a little more that the usual. Bruce didn’t need to finish explaining why he was there, Clark already knew. But he would still wait as much as necessary for Bruce to finally find his strength to say anything at all. He wouldn’t move an inch away from his friend.

“I’m not a child anymore,” Bruce finally managed to say, breaking their silence.

“I know.” Clark nodded, still waiting for his conclusion.

“It’s has been more than thirty years,” he continues.

“I know.” Clark is still nodding without saying more, giving Bruce all the space he needs to keep going.

“I’ve been keeping my promise, I’ve been taking care of Gotham... I’ve been trying to help as many people as I can… I- I’ve built a family of my own now... And yet I don’t understand…”

Clark stares at Bruce to find him staring back, his brown eyes glistening with the presence of tears that would be hidden in any minute, only Clark being able to see. Clark remains silent, giving Bruce all the time he needs, fighting the urge to hold the other man in his arms. He knew it wouldn’t be welcomed, so he stayed where he was, patiently waiting for Bruce to let the words out once and for all.

“I don’t understand… why does it still hurts?” Bruce closed his hands into fists, letting the thorns of the white roses sink into his fingers and palm again, hanging his head down. He starts to take deep breaths in an attempt to subside the feeling of anger and helplessness coming over him.

Clark wanted more than anything to hug Bruce at the moment, to take him away from that mausoleum, from all that pain and suffering he had to face throughout the years. However, Clark knew he wasn’t allowed to do so. Bruce wasn’t like Clark, who liked being touched when experiencing an emotional breakdown, the warmth of physical contact always bringing him peace. Bruce, on the other hand, always kept his distance even when he needed to be touched, to be held in someone’s arms. Clark wished he could change that about Bruce but he couldn’t. So he stays by Bruce’s side, listening to everything his friend has to say.

“People always say it gets better with time,” Bruce finally manages to speak, however, his voice was shaken, trying to get the words out before he would burst into tears, “That time heals everything. That it hurts less after a while…” he shakes his head, “It has been more than a while, Clark... Why does it still hurts like it was yesterday?”

“Because you love them,” Clark said without thinking twice, his voice heavy with understanding. He had himself a grave to visit, a wound that would never properly heal. That would always hurt the same even after all those years.

“Because they shouldn’t have gone so soon” Clark continued, worried if he was saying that more to himself than to Bruce, “Because you miss them and wish they were here to see you become the man you were supposed to be; because you wish they were here to see that you’re a father now. To see your children, the family you built on your own.” Clark now was staring at the ground, unable to look at Bruce, only letting the words find their way out of his mouth. He hoped he wasn’t trespassing by saying them. He swallowed before facing Bruce again, waiting for his reaction. “That’s not the kind of wound that fades away. It’s the kind we learn to live with.”

Bruce took his eyes from Clark to his parents’ crypts again, processing Clark’s words as if suddenly everything made sense. And he knew it did. If there was something Bruce knew very well was that losing a parent (or both of them) and losing a child were the worst things a person could go through. He would never stop hurting from it. He would never fill the hole left in his soul by their absence. That was a fact he would have to accept. A wound he should have known how to live with.

“I wish I could have done something…” Bruce whispered, once again feeling helpless and angry.

“I know.” Clark nodded, still waiting to hear more.

“I would have stopped it if I could.”

“I know.”

Bruce breathed deeply once again, trying to keep himself steady.

“There is so much I wish I could have told her… None of our conversations seemed to be enough…” He took another deep breath to finish his sentence, “when she was gone.”

“You can do it, now” Clark tilted his head to the marble wall with the crypts of the members of the Wayne family, “If you still want to.”

Bruce raised a brow to him, then letting out a sigh.

“She’s not here, Clark” he muttered, “There’s nothing left of her anymore…”

“Maybe not,” Clark agreed with him, “or maybe she is listening from somewhere else,” he tilted his head back as if looking through the ceiling to the night sky beginning to show, and maybe he was, “I always talk to Pa when I visit him.”

“And you believe he’s somewhere else listening to you?” Bruce did his best not to sound sardonic, but he couldn’t help it. Gone was the time when he still believed in such things.

“Bruce, I’m an alien who flies and shoots lasers from the eyes. I died and came back to life,” Clark replied narrowing his eyes in annoyance, “I don’t think I have the luxury of being skeptical about anything else.”

“Fair enough.” Bruce conceded.

“Look, I know Pa is not physically there when I talk to him, and that he can’t actually reply anything I say but…” Clark paused for a couple of seconds, then looking right at Bruce who was watching him curious, “You don’t do it to hear their answers right away, you do it because it brings you comfort. Because while you talk, you’ll be seeing things and even yourself through their eyes. The answers will come, eventually. It might take a while but they always do.”

Bruce was silent, once again processing Clark’s words. He looked down at his hand holding the bouquet of white roses, seeing the blood stains in the wrapping paper, hoping Clark didn’t.

“I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Do you mind if I talk to her?” Clark asked Bruce with a warm smile but still tentative, trying once again not to trespass any of his boundaries.

“Do you want to talk to my mother’s grave?” Of course he wants, Bruce thought, of course Clark would talk to his dead mother just to make him feel better because that’s what Clark Kent does.

“You think she won’t like me?” although Clark’s smile was present, Bruce noticed the concern in his voice and couldn’t help but feeling amused by it and by the way Clark said “she won’t like me” instead of “she wouldn’t”. That was Clark Kent ladies and gentlemen, easily going through the barriers Bruce constantly tried to build between them, being the kindest person possible to exist in this earth, even in a moment like that. Specially in a moment like that.

“No,” he managed to say, while trying to keep his heart and mind steady before Clark’s inquiring gaze, “I think it would be quite the opposite.”

Seeing Clark’s grin widen with that response surely made Bruce feel warmer inside, even though he wasn’t hoping to feel nothing of the sort that day in particular.

“So, it’s best to give her the gift you just brought, what do you think?” Clark gestured to the bouquet on Bruce’s hand.

Bruce blinked at him, raising his hand with the bouquet at the level of his chest.

“Bruce…” Clark examined the blood stains on the wrapping paper around the bouquet only with his vision. He didn’t dare to touch Bruce yet. He wouldn’t do anything without his permission. Even if all he wanted was to touch Bruce’s bruised hand in an attempt to make all of that pain go away.

“I came here to put some flowers in the vase for her...” Bruce said, finally finishing what he started to explain minutes ago but failed, “She always liked white roses.”

“Can I?” Clark reached his hands for the bouquet, again, waiting for Bruce’s permission.

“Y-yes.” Bruce handed the bouquet to Clark as if it was a burden he couldn’t stand carrying anymore. His brown eyes, pleading against Clark’s blue gemstones that stared at him so understanding when taking the flowers from his hands.

Clark carefully took off the bloodstained wrapping paper, holding the roses with his bare hands. Their thorns would hurt his skin anyway. He deposited the flowers in the vase hanging on the marble wall and began arranging them as in an ornamental vase. Clark has done that many times so his mother wouldn’t hurt herself when they have to replace the flowers on his father’s grave. He wondered how many times Bruce have done this alone for the past thirty years and wished he was there to keep him from hurting his hands too.

Bruce did nothing but stare at Clark carefully arranging the flowers in the vase beside his mother’s crypt, as if it was a ritual. He usually doesn’t let anyone join him when visiting his parents, specially in dates like this, except for Alfred who rarely comes along to keep him company. However, at that moment he was glad for having Clark there beside him.

“Done. They look beautiful this way.” Clark said, looking satisfied with his work, then placing himself beside Bruce again and turning to the face Martha Wayne’s crypt ornate with the white roses. He gives a step forward and clears his throat, “Hm… Hello Mr and Mrs Wayne, I’m Clark Kent, I’m a friend of your son’s” he started, fidgeting a little before continuing, Bruce couldn’t believe he was nervous for talking to his dead parents who couldn’t even listen to him.

“I know, he never brought none of his friends here and it probably made you think that he doesn’t have any friends but... he has me” Clark turned his eyes to Bruce, smiling, then turning to the marble crypt again, “Well, not just me, he has more friends. He has the kids and Alfred… Oh, and Ma… my mother, I mean” he was rubbing the back of his neck, like really having a conversation with the Waynes. Bruce couldn’t help but letting his lips curve in a little smirk with the sight, “It’s interesting that you two share the same name... I truly believe you’d get along very welI, considering what your sons’ job is. Even though I don’t think sharing our baby pictures would do good for our reputations...” Clark chuckled at the thought.

“Anyway, Mrs Wayne, I just wanted to wish you a happy mother’s day. I assure you that Bruce is being taken care of, specially by Alfred and Ma. I swear, someday I’ll get home and find that she replaced me with him as her son, really.” he grinned at Bruce who was still staring at him filled with amusement, “She loves him very much. We all do.” Clark found himself smiling saying those words, without worrying about what Bruce would think of them. Bruce need to hear, even if they were disguised. Even if that was everything Clark could do at the moment to let his feelings show.

“And I also wanted to thank you.” He cleared his throat, turning his attention to the marble crypt, “I’m sure Bruce wouldn’t be the person he is today if it weren’t for having an amazing mother by example. He’s a good man, a good father and a good friend. He is the kind of person who always thinks of others before himself and is always trying to make other people’s lives better. I believe he got this qualities from you and from Mr Wayne as well. And, of course, from Alfred. I hope to talk to you again soon, I promise to come visit often… if Bruce allows me. I hope you’re having a great mother’s day wherever you may be listening to us.”

Clark took the step back to Bruce’s side, still not sure if his efforts have borne some fruit until turning his gaze to the other man. Clark startled at the tears streaming from Bruce’s eyes and set himself even closer to him, still not sure if he would be allowed to touch Bruce but letting their shoulders touch, giving something for Bruce to lean on if he needed.

They stayed like that for a few seconds without saying a word. Bruce taking deep breaths while the tears kept streaming down his face. A silent sob, repressed even, but still better than not feeling anything at all. Clark murmured, asking if he was okay, and Bruce nodded in response, wiping his face before looking at him.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. Talk to them.” Bruce’s voice sound weak through the tears.

“I’ll leave you alone so you can talk to them” Clark said, softly as if he was talking to a child, before turning his way to the mausoleum door.

“Thank you.” Bruce said, holding Clark’s hand so he would turn back.

Clark stopped on his feet and turned to look at Bruce, surprised by his gesture but glad at the same time.

“I’ll be waiting outside if you need me,” he smiled again, squeezing Bruce’s hand before letting go, feeling his own strangely cold afterwards, “Bye Mrs Wayne. Bye, Mr Wayne.”

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Clark stayed in the private graveyard inside the Wayne Estate, waiting. He didn’t dare to eavesdrop Bruce’s conversation with his parents, so he took a walk between the gravestones outside, near the great Wayne mausoleum. Clark knew how hard this day must be to Bruce. Father’s day was never a pleasant day to him as well, and if he had lost Ma too, Clark definitely would be as hurt as Bruce was at the moment. Clark was grateful for having his mother around. He knew Bruce had Alfred too and knowing that was enough to hope at least the old butler could cross Bruce’s boundaries without being pushed away like the others.

Bruce had so many walls around his heart, sometimes Clark wondered how could he even breath. Clark was hopeful to someday break one by one until there was only him and Bruce, with nothing in between. He just couldn’t see that happening any soon. However, at least that moment represented a improvement in their relationship. Clark knew that being allowed by Bruce’s side in such vulnerable moment was a big deal. He knew what meant to be allowed inside Bruce’s family mausoleum, what meant for Bruce to share his grief with Clark like that. He was glad to be there, to be by his side, and would stay there until Bruce decided he didn’t need him anymore. Since it was everything he was allowed to do.

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Minutes later, he saw Bruce coming out from the mausoleum, closing the heavy iron doors behind him. Clark paced towards him, so they could walk back to the Manor.

They walked in silence for a while taking in the sight of the lights of the Wayne Manor. The Boys and Steph were there waiting for them. Barry was there too. Clark could see them gathered in the media room, arguing about what movie they should watch on Netflix this time. Alfred was in the kitchen preparing them snacks.

“Feeling better?” Clark turned his eyes to examine Bruce.

“Yes.” Bruce’s voice was hoarse due to how much he cried, but he still wasn’t willing to show it. His head hanged low, facing the ground as they walked away from the private graveyard.

“It always works.” Clark said in return, bumping his shoulders on Bruce's..

They kept walking in silence across the garden. They were halfway through the trail of gravel past the main fountain in the middle of the garden when Bruce stopped walking.

“About what you said…” Bruce managed to speak, finally lifting his head to face Clark.

“You mean, about visiting your parents?” Clark turned to face Bruce, concerned about having trespassed.

“You don’t have to-” Bruce tried to say, to thank Clark for his kindness when Clark interrupted him.

“I know. But like I said, I already promised to Mrs Wayne I would, so…” Clark shrugged, trying to assure Bruce that’s okay, that he didn’t need to do that alone. Not anymore.

“Clark…” Bruce tried again but Clark stepped even closer, taking Bruce’s hand with his own.

“Bruce, if you want company whenever you visit your parents, I'll be more than happy to be by your side,” he squeezed Bruce’s hand as the words left his mouth, as if trying to tell him something more. Really telling something more and praying Bruce would understand, “But I’ll do it only if you allow me.”

“Thank you, again.” Bruce ran his hand to hold closer into Clark’s in response. Maybe he did understand.

“Don’t mention it.” Clark’s grin made Bruce feel warmer inside for the second time that day.

They stayed in each other’s eyes, talking without saying a word. Clark didn’t care if he was letting his true feelings show at the moment, Bruce had to know he wasn’t alone. He would always be there, ready to hold Bruce’s hand when he needed.

Bruce tried to keep his heart steady, hoping Clark wouldn’t listen how it quickened when their hands touched but at the same time hoping he had. Clark was staring at him with such loving eyes, being so careful since they were in the mausoleum… He only wanted to be worthy of all of this.

“The kids must be home.” Bruce finally broke their gaze, turning to the windows of the Manor.

“They are.” Clark did the same, clearing his throat, “Barry is there too.”

“Of course…” Bruce mused about what that meant. Of course Barry was at the Manor too. He wasn’t the only one there who lost his mother. Barry and his children also knew the weight of a day like this.

“They told me where you were” Clark explained, “Dick said, I’m quoting this by the way, ‘Today is the day when all the orphans who live in this house should be gathered in a giant sofa, eating junk and watching movies’ and I think he’s right, though.”

“Are you staying tonight?” Bruce asked, wondering if he sounded too eager for Clark’s response.

“Sure.” Clark shrugged, trying to sound casual, but happy being allowed to stay “I mean, if you want to...”

“I do.” Bruce let his mouth form a little smile, only for Clark to see.

“Good.” Clark beamed at him, “They wouldn’t let me skip a movie night anyway.”

Bruce chuckled briefly, letting himself be embraced by the sound of Clark's laugh, feeling his heart lighter. It was always like this when Clark was around.

They started to walk again. They were still holding hands.

“Bruce?” Clark called as they got near the entrance.

“Yes?”

“Ma asked me to tell you next year she wants you, the kids and Alfred in the farm for a Mother’s Day lunch. And that’s not up for debate.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Bruce nodded.

“No, Bruce. That’s. Not. Up. For. Debate.” Clark said, looking genuinely worried, “You don’t know how much I had to hear from her because I showed up today without you. You’re going next year and this year’s Thanksgiving too. I don’t want to have to show up there without you again and she suddenly decides I don’t get to eat the turkey.”

“Alright,” Bruce conceded, amused by the nearly terror in Clark’s eyes, “We’ll be there.”

“I swear to God, sometimes I think Ma loves you more than she loves me.” He pouted, faking annoyance .

“I strongly believe the fact that I’m her favorite person might get you jealous.” Bruce said a little smug for seeing Clark pouting.

They passed through the door. Their hands still entwined. None of them in a hurry to let go.

“Nah.” Clark chuckled, rubbing the back of his head, and turning to give Bruce one of his heart stopping smiles, “Actually, I’m glad she likes you.”

For the first time that day, Bruce allowed himself to truly smile when said, “Me too.”

[yoon2kmain]

prefacing everything by saying that this is hands down one of the best pieces of writing IN GENERAL that i’ve ever read in my life

ISI ‼️ bestie ,,,, the emotions that i went thru in this fic ,,,, the absolute heart-wrenching, blood toiling, spine tingling moments … pure art . actual literature . one over mary shelley herself , if i have anything to say abt it

all spoilers under the cut, but i want to make sure i say: READ THIS ‼️

starting w the way u adapted it into a namjoon fic so fluidly, i can’t get over it . from the letters in the present to flashbacks of the past, to the casting, to the characterization, the best way i can describe it is a page-turner, if u know what i mean. i was enraptured by each new thing i read, literally went “ooooooooohhhhh” every two seconds

i didn’t know how the creature and frankenstien’s relationship was going to be translated, especially as the oc, because u know the og is so :”) but like i said before, the creature’s arc and request and storyline here LITERALLY captured my heart like . it was such a perfect nod to the romantic era honestly, THE ENDING TOO ‼️‼️ i think justice was served at the end , and it brought everything full circle and stitched my heart up from when it broke

SOEAKING OF, FUCK dr kim LMAOOOO he’s a piece of shit, but i understand him unfortunately 🥲 like the way u wrote him made me kinda be like “well okay that’s kinda questionable but i get it” and “oh well he has an excuse for that” like i KEPT making excuses for him until i came to the end and sat back and realized ,,,, he actually did her SO dirty 😭 but like it was so PERFECTLY written, like what a morally grey character !!!!!

AND OH MY GOD THAT PART ,,,, when he tears apart the creature’s mate and she confronts him …. u know what i mean 🫣 that’s the most memorable scene , esp when she goes “im not your ragdoll” like i rlly went ,,,, WOAH . had to sit back and digest that one . she deserved better 🫶🏼

also , i used to collect quotes from my favorite books and poems back in the day, and tbh i still do, so i wanted to tell u this was WROUGHT w gems of quotes , but here are just a couple of my favorites:

“You are not my eve nor my fallen angel. You are ___” (I SOBBED REAL TEARS, esp as a paradise lost loving bitch 😭😭😭😭)

“ it is my only sincere hope that you shall take a moral from my tale of caution, that it should not prick you and sting like the thorns of a rose”

“For most people, even children, their creation is as natural and as fluid a process as taking a breath, or sipping water. But when I was created, everything was a blur. It was a strange phenomenon, being able to sense so many things at once” (the way you thought abt this and depicted it … it’s so smart and so thorough, like i was in actual awe when i read it)

“My heart aches for the cruel way he left the world, despairing and aching inside, forever doomed to restlessness.” (this line got me bc he left the world the way he left the creature…)

The Modern Prometheus (KNJ x F!Reader)

Part of Undisclosed Desires: An Anthology

pairing: scientist!Namjoon x f!reader (feat. Jungkook), slight Namjoon x OC genre(s): smut, angst, some fluff, drama, mystery, slight horror au(s): based on Frankenstein by Mary Shelley word count: 10.8k warnings: POV switches, unreliable narrator, mentions sickness, minor character death, grief, depictions of science experiments and anatomy, Namjoon is a questionable character, self-hatred, anxiety, jealousy, religious mentions, verbal altercations, implied infidelity, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, plot twist!; smut warnings: voyeurism, manhandling, foreplay, fondling, dry humping rating: 18+

summary: Kim Namjoon had always been a curious child, with a strong desire to understand the world. After a tragedy strikes his family Namjoon is left heartbroken. Grieving, he seeks to create a companion in the most unorthodox way. But what happens when the very life he created turns against the master whom she was supposed to love?

a/n: hello to this fic, which kicked my ass and took a piece of my soul with it. I’ve been stuck on it for months, deleting and re-writing nearly 6k, but it’s finally done and I’m sad. This was by far one of the hardest things for me to write, simply because Frankenstein is one of my favorite books ever! I hope I did the story justice while keeping it original, please enjoy! And a couple of thank yous: the amazing @yoon2k for helping me come up with the hyung line series, the wonderful @kithtaehyung​ for beta’ing the first part of this and encouraging me to continue, and the lovely @jjksblackgf​ for letting me use her name for the story!

Taglist: @miscelunaaa @shameless-army @firesighgirl @sunshinerainbowsbts @seokjinger-ale​

7th July, 17—

To my dearest sister,

My apologies for the hasty nature of this letter. First and foremost, you should know that I am well, and in good spirits. I do not know when this will reach you, but our shift drifts on, now floating somewhere in the Arctic. I’m very grateful to the powers above that no harm has befallen us, even though we are surrounded by sheets of ice. There have been small dangers here and there, such as a strong gust or leak in the vessel, but so far we have made friends with luck. And I endeavor to keep it that way. I shall see success, for who can stop the determination of a man, especially one who finds himself on a journey.

But I’m getting away from my purpose, I fear. You see, dear sister, I write to you today because a strange incident has befallen our crew. It was last week, you see, when the ship was floating through a dense fog, with nothing and no one to be seen for miles. The crew was in bad spirits, the greyness outside coloring their hearts, casting a cloud over their once jolly natures. However, by a stroke of luck, the fog cleared, and it was then we figured out we were surrounded. Ice locked us in an impasse, as far as the eye could see. And in the middle of it all, a strange sight – a sled, drawn and carried by dogs, dragging around the sorry shape of what looked like a man. The dogs approached us, closer and closer, and we laid our eyes upon the human for the first time. 

If only you had seen the man, my dear sister! Thin as a rail, limbs nearly frozen into rods. It was a wonder he was alive, a miracle even more so that he was able to communicate with our crew. Never have I seen a man in a more wretched condition. Three days passed before he was even able to speak a word. He’s in rough spirits I’m afraid, seeming less like a man and more like a savage animal, gnashing and thrashing about, as though he’s been possessed by a spirit.

And yet, sister, I see something in his eyes. Those eyes stare at me, they haunt me. I feel as though I see a ghost in them, the ghost of who this man used to be. I can see a time when those eyes used to be warm and full of light. I see him stare outside sometimes, as though he’s looking, searching for something. Or someone. Though when I asked him who, this was all he said:

“The one who fled from me.” 

What could it all possibly mean? I fear I cannot even begin to imagine the answer. I shall continue to provide you with more information about this new and curious man. I feel a strange sort of attachment to him, as though he were a friend or even a brother. Heaven bless you, my beloved sister!

Yours,

Captain Jeon Jungkook

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Shine like stars across the land.

Cling to the word of life…

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 2nd chapter of the Letter of Philippians:

If you find any comfort from being in the Anointed, if His love brings you some encouragement, if you experience true companionship with the Spirit, if His tenderness and mercy fill your heart; then, brothers and sisters, here is one thing that would complete my joy—come together as one in mind and spirit and purpose, sharing in the same love. Don’t let selfishness and prideful agendas take over. Embrace true humility, and lift your heads to extend love to others. Get beyond yourselves and protecting your own interests; be sincere, and secure your neighbors’ interests first.

In other words, adopt the mind-set of Jesus the Anointed. Live with His attitude in your hearts. Remember:

Though He was in the form of God,

He chose not to cling to equality with God;

But He poured Himself out to fill a vessel brand new;

a servant in form

and a man indeed.

The very likeness of humanity,

He humbled Himself,

obedient to death—

a merciless death on the cross!

So God raised Him up to the highest place

and gave Him the name above all.

So when His name is called,

every knee will bow,

in heaven, on earth, and below.

And every tongue will confess

“Jesus, the Anointed One, is Lord,”

to the glory of God our Father!

So now, my beloved, obey as you have always done, not only when I am with you, but even more so when I can’t be. Continue to work out your salvation, with great fear and trembling, because God is energizing you so that you will desire and do what always pleases Him.

Do all things without complaining or bickering with each other, so you will be found innocent and blameless; you are God’s children called to live without a single stain on your reputations among this perverted and crooked generation. Shine like stars across the land. Cling to the word of life so that on the day of judgment when the Anointed One returns I may have reason to rejoice, because it will be plain that I didn’t turn from His mission nor did I work in vain. Even if my lifeblood is to be poured out like wine as a sacrifice of your faith, I have great reason to celebrate with all of you. And for the same reason, you can be glad and celebrate with me.

I hope in the Lord Jesus to send Timothy your way. He will visit soon so that he may report to me how you are doing. To hear all that is going on with you will truly encourage my heart. There is no one like Timothy. What sets him apart from others is his deep concern for you and your spiritual journey. This is rare, my friends, for most people only care about themselves, not about what is dear to the heart of Jesus the Anointed. You know Timothy is genuine in the Lord’s ways. He has been a faithful partner to me as we express the good news, as much as my own flesh and blood would have been. I expect to send him soon, and I will as soon as I see how things turn out here. I trust in the Lord that it won’t be very long before I can come and be with you in person.

But for now, I think it is best to send Epaphroditus home to you. He has become my dear brother in the Lord. We have worked well together and fought great battles together, and he was an encouraging minister to me in my time of need. He could not wait to see you all. He was concerned for you when he found out you knew how sick he really was. In fact, he nearly died. But once again, God was exceedingly kind and covered him with His mercy. And I, too, by His mercy, have been spared sorrow on top of sorrow.

I am so excited to be sending him back to you! I can picture the joy on your faces when he arrives; I can feel my worries falling away. Welcome him joyfully in the Lord. Esteem all spiritual leaders like Epaphroditus because he placed his life in grave danger for the work of the Anointed; he risked his life to serve me when you couldn’t.

The Letter of Philippians, Chapter 2 (The Voice)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 12th chapter of the book of Jeremiah that includes Judgment but also a promise of restoration:

Jeremiah: Eternal, You always do what is right

when I bring a complaint Your way.

So now let me put a case before You:

Why do the wicked prosper so much?

Why do all the untrustworthy have it so easy?

You plant them and watch them take root;

You allow them to grow and even bear fruit.

And yet, Your words mean nothing to them, deep down.

Still, You know me, Eternal One; You see what is deep inside me.

You’ve examined my heart,

So why aren’t they brought to justice? Deal with them as sheep

set aside for slaughter, singled out for death.

How long must the land cry out in mourning,

the grasses of the field wither and bake in the sun?

The birds and wild animals have simply vanished,

all because of the wicked living here—

Because they say, “God does not see what will become of us.”

Eternal One: If you are worn out after only running with a few men,

how will you one day compete against horses?

If you stumble on the easy terrain,

how will you manage in the thick brush near the Jordan?

Jeremiah, even your brothers and the rest of your family

are ready to betray you.

Even they cry out for your death; don’t trust any of them,

no matter how nicely they speak to your face.

I have turned away My house,

abandoned My heritage;

I have given My deeply beloved one over to her enemies.

My very own people have acted toward Me like a lion in the wild,

roaring at Me in defiance. For this, I hate her.

Have My own people become like colorful vultures?

Are birds of prey circling all around them?

Gather the wild beasts and bring them on to devour My beloved.

Many shepherds have already destroyed My vineyard;

they have crushed My fields.

My beautiful land of promise has turned into a barren wasteland.

The very ground cries out to Me in this empty and forsaken land;

the whole land is desolate, but no one seems to care.

The destroyers pour over the bare hills in the desert

as the sword of the Eternal devours the land from one end to another.

There is no peace for anyone.

The people planted wheat, but they will reap only thorns.

In the end, there will be nothing to show for all their hard work.

Shame will be their harvest because of the Eternal’s burning anger against them.

The Eternal has this to say:

Eternal One: As for My wicked neighbors so eager to take away the inheritance I gave My people Israel, look! There will come a day when I will uproot them from their lands, and I will take Judah from their midst. But after I have uprooted them from their homelands, I will have mercy on them and restore them to their own lands and their own possessions. And if they diligently learn the ways of My people and trust in Me instead of idols, if they swear by My name saying, “As the Eternal lives,” just as they taught My people to swear by Baal, then I will establish them alongside My people. As for any nation that will not listen to and follow My ways, I will uproot it and destroy it completely.

This is what the Eternal has declared.

The Book of Jeremiah, Chapter 12 (The Voice)

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Wednesday, August 25 of 2021 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about being honest:

Teshuvah, or turning to God for life, is - in the present hour - an act of faith, for faith "sees the invisible" and discerns God's presence even as if "through a glass darkly" (1 Cor. 13:12). However, in the end, when everything will be manifest and brought to the light -- every soul will be turned to face God, and consequently every soul will be compelled to confess the truth about who they are. As C.S. Lewis wrote: "In the end that Face which is the delight or terror of the universe must be turned upon each of us either with one expression or with the other, either conferring glory inexpressible or inflicting shame that can never be cured or disguised" (Weight of Glory).

Human beings have a moral imperative, given by God Himself, to receive the truth and to live according to the nature of spiritual reality. Those who reject or suppress the truth, however, are responsible for their actions, as it is written, “No one who practices deceit shall dwell in my house; no one who utters lies shall continue before my eyes” (Psalm 101:7).

Being honest with ourselves is absolutely essential for any sort of authentic spiritual life... "No person is saved except by grace; but there is one sin that makes grace impossible, and that is dishonesty; and there is one thing God must forever and unconditionally require, and that is honesty" (Soren Kierkegaard). Confession means "saying the same thing" about ourselves that God says - and that means not only acknowledging our various sins, transgressions, and iniquities, but also affirming our new identity as the beloved children of God. Saying that God doesn’t love you is a lie as damning as denying His very existence... The great test of faith is whether you know in your heart that you are chosen, beloved, and forgiven by God, despite your many failures and sins.

Today is our opportunity to turn to God and find life. The Lord does not force us to choose life over death, though he does constrain us to choose, since being made in his image and likeness means that our choices are full of eternal and everlasting significance. When God finally appears at the end of the age, there will be no further call to choose to believe in his redemption, for the hour will be past, and our indifference will then mark our fate. Truth is the foundation of reality, and lying is therefore a form of denial of reality – a dangerous denial - since reality invariably proves self-authenticating (John 3:18). [Hebrew for Christians]

and another about forgiveness:

The essence of Torah is to love your neighbor as yourself (Rom. 13:10; Gal. 5:14). Teshuvah means, among other things, understanding how far we are removed from this ideal and how we might move to remedy the breach. This is a daily task, an ongoing duty... But we cannot give away what we don’t have to give, so if we’re deficient in self-love, we will be unable to genuinely love others, too. Part of loving others is the obligation to forgive yourself for your sins. For some people, this might mean “accepting that they are accepted” by God... Real change is difficult -- some would even say impossible -- though with God all things are possible -- including the miracle of a heart of stone turning to flesh.

Forgiving others is a way to be free of their hold over us. It is a letting go of the pain of the past and finding courage to press on in hope. In the Gates of Repentance it is written: ‎"I hereby forgive all who have hurt me, all who have wronged me, whether deliberately or inadvertently, whether by word or by deed. May no one be punished on my account. And as I forgive and pardon those who have wronged me, may those whom I have harmed forgive me, whether I acted deliberately or inadvertently, whether by word or by deed." Amen... It is only when we give up our hurt that we are able to move forward in the realm of the spirit. Faith and forgiveness are therefore intimately linked. Therefore Yeshua taught us to forgive others whenever we pray to the Father (Matt. 6:12).

For this coming year, may it please the LORD to first of all help us to love Him with all of our hearts, and to love others as we love ourselves... May it please Him that we “lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and run with endurance the race that is set before us” (Heb. 12:1). May the LORD renew our minds so that we might discern His will (Rom. 12:2), and may He help us abide in Him -- so that we will not be ashamed at His coming (1 John 2:28). May the new year be good and sweet for us all, and may our righteous deeds increase, like the many seeds of the pomegranate (1 John 2:29).

Hashivenu Adonai elecha ve'nashuvah, chadesh yamenu ke'kedem: “Turn thou us unto Thee, O LORD, and we shall be turned; Renew our days as of old” (Lam. 5:21). [Hebrew for Christians]

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Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

August 25, 2021

Preaching the Resurrection

“And with great power gave the apostles witness of the resurrection of the Lord Jesus: and great grace was upon them all.” (Acts 4:33)

There are multitudes today who believe that Christ’s resurrection was a “spiritual” resurrection, insisting that the idea of a dead body returning to life after three days in the grave is completely unscientific and impossible.

This was not what the apostles preached with great grace and great power, however. They would hardly have been excited about any kind of spiritual resurrection, since everyone— both Jews and the pagan Gentiles—believed in life after death. If that was their message, no one would have doubted, and no one would have cared. Even when the disciples saw the resurrected Christ, they first “supposed that they had seen a spirit” (Luke 24:37). Christ even had to urge them to “handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have” (Luke 24:39).

When the disciples finally became convinced of His bodily resurrection, they were quickly transformed into courageous evangelists, willing even to die in support of their glorious message of salvation. The resurrection was, indeed, contrary to scientific law and all human experience, and this very fact proved to them that their Lord was Himself the divine lawgiver and author of all human experience. All other founders and leaders of human religions, ancient or modern, are themselves subject to death, but He alone has triumphed over death. Only the Creator of life can conquer death, and the resurrection proves that Jesus Christ is Creator as well as Savior.

Therefore, when we today, like the apostles of old, proclaim the resurrection of Christ, we know that His name is above every name, and this enables us also to witness with great power, in great grace. HMM

[storywool]

A Cliche

Request:  I was just wondering if maybe you could write a cute fic with Bellamy x reader where everyone knows they like each other and the reader makes him smile all the time, but he's afraid of hurting her and yeah just pretty much all I want is fluff.

Word count: 1,974 

A/N: This is super cheesy but I love it so I hope this does your request justice nonnie <3 // Also this is like early season 1 when everyone hated Kane so forgive me for some Kane hating at one part (I love his character now :)) 

There was a lot the 100 did not know. They did not know how to kill animals efficiently to eat, they did not know how to heal serious wounds, and they definitely did not know how they were going to survive on the ground. But there were a few things they did know: the ground sucks, the Ark sucks, but might as well fall in love to make the ground more bearable. Y/n was intent on keeping out the romance drama that the ground suddenly brought, like with Clarke and Finn and Octavia and Adam. Bellamy Blake, though, made this situation incredibly hard.

Y/n was a delinquent that lost her family when she was fifteen because her mom tried to steal medicine and her dad tried to help. She was thrown into the Sky Box after Kane and his minions found out she knew about the situation, but did nothing to stop it. She had no friends or family, and sometimes she really liked that she was alone. But as she observed people interacting with each other on the ground, she realized how much she had missed out on. She quickly befriended Octavia Blake, who also had no friends because she spent her whole life hidden under the floorboard. Octavia is how she met Bellamy Blake, and how she fell head over heels with a guy completely out of her league. Bellamy Blake was the spitting image of male bravado: he was tall, tan, and handsome. His voice was like dark chocolate and his smile was like the Sun. He was a leader, albeit sometimes too tough of a leader, but he was a leader that people looked up to. They turned to him when they were scared or unsure. He fought for the little guys, the “low borns” like Y/n. He was everything Y/n never had, and that’s why she never told him how she felt. She didn’t know what it was like to have someone like that in her life, and she was too nervous to find out.

Unknown to Y/n, Bellamy Blake was absolutely smitten with Y/n. He thought she was attractive from the moment he laid eyes on her in the drop ship. As he got to know her bubbly personality, cunning wit, and bad sense of humor, his schoolboy liking turned to a full blown crush. She was everything he felt he was not. He was also stuck in the stereotypical ‘everything I touch dies’ mentality. They were both incredibly insecure, both incredibly in love, but incapable of telling each other.

But tonight was the night. Bellamy had decided that he was going to toughen up and tell Y/n how she felt. With the recent surge of deaths in the 100, he felt like time was fleeting, and every moment he wasn’t with her was a moment wasted. They were both on watch duty tonight, so he planned on telling her then. That way they would have the ultimate amount of privacy, and if everything went badly, they could patrol on different sides and not have to see each other.

As the sun set and Bellamy made his way to his post with Y/n, he felt butterflies rise into his stomach and throat. His hands became clammy and he began to feel nervous. ‘Snap out of this Blake. She’s just a girl. What’s the worst that will happen? She says no?,’ part of him thought. The other part of him mentally responded with ‘Yeah and that’ll be embarrassing if I get rejected.’

Hey Blake, what’s shakin’?” Y/n asked, breaking him from his inner dialogue. He brushed the negative thoughts off and paid attention to Y/n. She smiled at him brightly, like she was the happiest person alive. He returned the smile, which was something he very rarely did.

Y/n was leaning against the front post with her knife at her side, and a book in her hands. She casually munched on a handful of nuts they had found in the forest. She was wearing a thin black t-shirt that allowed her collar bone to poke through, tight gray jeans, and combat boots. Her hair was pulled back into a braid.

As Bellamy approached her, Y/n took time to check Bellamy out, much as he was doing to her. He was looking like a snack in his tight gray t-shirt that allowed the viewer a preview of every nicely toned muscle on his body, jeans that were tight in all the right places (his butt), and black combat boots. His hair was messy, which Y/n decided was a better look on him than the slicked back hair was. He carried a gun in one hand and what looked like a flower in the other.

“Look at this flower I found earlier.” Bellamy said. Y/n chuckled at how uncharacteristic of a comment that was. She didn’t mind it though; it was completely adorable. Bellamy held out the red flower. Y/n remembered seeing a flower like this in one of her books up on the Ark.

“It’s a rose I think.” Y/n responded, taking the flower in her hand.

“Watch your fingers-” Bellamy began to say before she pricked her finger on the thorns on the stem and let out a soft hiss. Bellay started to say I’m sorry when Y/n put her thumb in her mouth to help stop the small cut from bleeding.

“It’s fine. I should have been paying attention. It’s beautiful though.” She grinned as she twirled the flower around carefully in her non-injured hand. She motioned to give it back but Bellamy held up his hand.

“Keep it, I got it for you.” At Y/n’s questioning look, he added, “You mentioned how you’ve never seen a real flower before, so I found this and thought of you.” He mentioned as if it were in passing. Y/n’s cheeks deepened to a red comparable to the rose’s. She felt butterflies rise in her stomach at the thought of Bellamy remembering such a miniscule detail about her. Not only that, but he actively went and found a flower for her.

“Bell, that’s so sweet. Thank you.” She took out the book she had brought with her and pressed the flower into the pages of the book. This way, she would be better able to preserve the flower.

They sat in comfortable silence as the sun disappeared completely from view, and the moon came up to play. Y/n kept catching Bellamy staring at her, but every time she looked over at him, he’d look away. He was incredibly beautiful in the pale moon light. Even though he couldn’t see it, Y/n’s cheeks reddened again. This was Bellamy Blake she was thinking about. There was no way he’d go for her.

Bellamy, after his twentieth stolen glance at Y/n, cleared his throat and sat up from his slouched position. He took in a deep breath and decided that now was the moment. He was going to tell Y/n how he felt right here, right now. “So Y/n-” He started.

“Oh no, very few good conversations start with “so ‘insert name’…” Y/n chuckled, trying to lighten up the tense air that just befell them.

Bellamy grinned slightly out of nervousness. He coughed into his hand before continuing, “Well, I hope you think this is good…” he paused and swallowed a large breath before letting the sentence roll of his tongue so fast he almost didn’t catch what he was saying, “I like you a lot.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and reached back to scratch his neck (a nervous tick of his) before peeping one eye open to see Y/n’s reaction. She stared at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide. Bellamy took this as a sign to keep talking, “Wow that sounded childish. Um, ever since we got to the ground, I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of you. And then you became best friends with my sister, and I got to get to know you and well, yeah…” He trailed off.

crossed her arms and with her mouth wide open, turned to Bellamy, who still hadn’t completely turned to look at her face. “Wait, seriously? You like me?” She asked. She laughed slightly, but Bellamy knew it was out of shook.

“Out of all of that I did not think that would be the part you got caught up on.” He sarcastically replied and smiled.

“I-I-I’m like the female version of like, Chancellor Jaha or Kane or something. No one likes me, and especially not someone as good looking as you.” She stuttered. Her mind was roaming in a thousand different directions. Never before did she have a guy that she was interested in like her back. And it was Bellamy Blake, the eye candy of all the delinquent girls.

Bellamy tried to hide his smile as he said, “Well, I like you a little bit more than Jaha.” They both laughed out loud to his joke. Y/n had almost forgotten that he was here because he tried to kill Chancellor Jaha, which she honestly didn’t blame him for.

“You’re being serious right? Like this isn’t some joke where people are gonna jump out from the bushes and tell me this was a prank?” Y/n questioned, taking a sharp turn into seriousness.

He closed the gap between them, and took her free hand in his. Her hands were cold from the chilly night air, but were soft. His were rough and calloused from years of manual labor. Y/n felt her breath hitch in her throat and felt her heart skip a few beats. The last time she was this close to Bellamy was when they were using a car as refuge from the acid fog.

“Why would I do that?” He whispered. His voice so close to Y/n made her hair stand up on the back of her neck. She shrugged and stared at the ground.

“Why are you telling me this now?” Y/n asked after hesitating for a moment.

“Honestly, I was afraid I would hurt you. My mom is dead because of me, my sister is down here because of me, and my dad left because of me. I’ve hurt everyone in my life that has mattered to me so far, and I didn’t want to do that to you.” Y/n knew his words were sincere, but she still chuckled anyway.

Bellamy looked up at her finally. Her eyes were soft and kind, not mocking like her laugh suggested. “You know how cliché that sounds right? You can’t protect me by not admitting your feelings. If something bad is going to happen to me, it won’t be because of you.”

She intertwined their fingers and pulled him into her a little bit more. Bellamy towered over her and stared into her eyes. “I’m sorry about everything that’s happened with your family, but letting someone into your life isn’t an automatic death sentence for them.”

Without a second thought, they both moved in towards each other, their lips crashing together as they joined in a chaste kiss. The kiss lasted seconds before they both pulled away to look at each other. Their eyes searched the other’s eyes before Y/n wrapped her arm around Bellamy’s neck and pulled him back closer. Their lips connected into a passionate kiss filled with suppressed emotions. Bellamy wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

When they pulled away, their lips were swollen and their breathing was ragged. “So the flower was a good move?” Bellamy smiled down at Y/n, who still had her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Oh yes, excellent.” She kissed him again, and beamed into the kiss. For once, life seemed to be going decently, and she couldn’t stop smiling at the thought of it.

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

9th June >> Mass Readings (Europe, Africa, New Zealand, Australia & Canada)

Feast of Saint Columba (Colum Cille), Abbot (Ireland & Scotland)

    or

Tuesday, Tenth Week in Ordinary Time

    or

Saint Ephraem, Deacon, Doctor.

Feast of Saint Columba (Colum Cille), Abbot (Ireland & Scotland)

(Liturgical Colour: White)

First Reading

Romans 12:1-2,9-13

The Christian life, a spiritual worship

Think of God’s mercy, my brothers, and worship him, I beg you, in a way that is worthy of thinking beings, by offering your living bodies as a holy sacrifice, truly pleasing to God. Do not model yourselves on the behaviour of the world around you, but let your behaviour change, modelled by your new mind. This is the only way to discover the will of God and know what is good, what it is that God wants, what is the perfect thing to do.

Do not let your love be a pretence, but sincerely prefer good to evil. Love each other as much as brothers should, and have a profound respect for each other. Work for the Lord with untiring effort and with great earnestness of spirit. If you have hope, this will make you cheerful. Do not give up if trials come; and keep on praying. If any of the saints are in need you must share with them; and you should make hospitality your special care.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 33(34):2-3,10-15

R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

I will bless the Lord at all times,

his praise always on my lips;

in the Lord my soul shall make its boast.

The humble shall hear and be glad.

R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

Revere the Lord, you his saints.

They lack nothing, those who revere him.

Strong lions suffer want and go hungry

but those who seek the Lord lack no blessing.

R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

Come, children, and hear me

that I may teach you the fear of the Lord.

Who is he who longs for life

and many days, to enjoy his prosperity?

R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

Then keep your tongue from evil

and your lips from speaking deceit.

Turn aside from evil and do good;

seek and strive after peace.

R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

Gospel Acclamation

Matthew 5:3

Alleluia, alleluia!

How happy are the poor in spirit:

theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Alleluia!

Either:

Gospel

Matthew 8:18-27

Give everything you own to the poor, and follow me

When Jesus saw the great crowds all about him he gave orders to leave for the other side. One of the scribes then came up and said to him, ‘Master, I will follow you wherever you go.’ Jesus replied, ‘Foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.’

Another man, one of his disciples, said to him, ‘Sir, let me go and bury my father first.’ But Jesus replied, ‘Follow me, and leave the dead to bury their dead.’

Jesus got into the boat followed by his disciples. Without warning a storm broke over the lake, so violent that the waves were breaking right over the boat. But he was asleep. So they went to him and woke him saying, ‘Save us, Lord, we are going down!’ And he said to them, ‘Why are you so frightened, you men of little faith?’ And with that he stood up and rebuked the winds and the sea; and all was calm again. The men were astounded and said, ‘Whatever kind of man is this? Even the winds and the sea obey him.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

or:

Gospel

Matthew 19:27-29

They will be repaid a hundred times over and inherit eternal life

Peter spoke to Jesus. ‘What about us?’ he said. ‘We have left everything and followed you. What are we to have, then?’ Jesus said to him, ‘I tell you solemnly, when all is made new and the Son of Man sits on his throne of glory, you will yourselves sit on twelve thrones to judge the twelve tribes of Israel. And everyone who has left houses, brothers, sisters, father, mother, children or land for the sake of my name will be repaid a hundred times over, and also inherit eternal life.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Tuesday, Tenth Week in Ordinary Time 

(Liturgical Colour: Green)

First Reading

1 Kings 17:7-16

The widow gives food to Elijah, and is fed

The stream in the place where Elijah lay hidden dried up, for the country had no rain. And then the word of the Lord came to Elijah, ‘Up and go to Zarephath, a Sidonian town, and stay there. I have ordered a widow there to give you food.’ So he went off to Sidon. And when he reached the city gate, there was a widow gathering sticks; addressing her he said, ‘Please bring me a little water in a vessel for me to drink.’ She was setting off to bring it when he called after her. ‘Please’ he said ‘bring me a scrap of bread in your hand.’ ‘As the Lord your God lives,’ she replied ‘I have no baked bread, but only a handful of meal in a jar and a little oil in a jug; I am just gathering a stick or two to go and prepare this for myself and my son to eat, and then we shall die.’ But Elijah said to her, ‘Do not be afraid, go and do as you have said; but first make a little scone of it for me and bring it to me, and then make some for yourself and for your son. For thus the Lord speaks, the God of Israel:

“Jar of meal shall not be spent,

jug of oil shall not be emptied,

before the day when the Lord sends

rain on the face of the earth.”’

The woman went and did as Elijah told her and they ate the food, she, himself and her son. The jar of meal was not spent nor the jug of oil emptied, just as the Lord had foretold through Elijah.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 4:2-5,7-8

R/ Lift up the light of your face on us, O Lord.

When I call, answer me, O God of justice;

from anguish you released me, have mercy and hear me!

O men, how long will your hearts be closed,

will you love what is futile and seek what is false?

R/ Lift up the light of your face on us, O Lord.

It is the Lord who grants favours to those whom he loves;

the Lord hears me whenever I call him.

Fear him; do not sin: ponder on your bed and be still.

R/ Lift up the light of your face on us, O Lord.

‘What can bring us happiness?’ many say.

Lift up the light of your face on us, O Lord.

You have put into my heart a greater joy

than they have from abundance of corn and new wine.

R/ Lift up the light of your face on us, O Lord.

Gospel Acclamation

Philippians 2:15-16

Alleluia, alleluia!

You will shine in the world like bright stars

because you are offering it the word of life.

Alleluia!

Or:

Matthew 5:16

Alleluia, alleluia!

Your light must shine in the sight of men,

so that, seeing your good works,

they may give the praise to your Father in heaven.

Alleluia!

Gospel

Matthew 5:13-16

Your light must shine in the sight of men

Jesus said to his disciples: ‘You are the salt of the earth. But if salt becomes tasteless, what can make it salty again? It is good for nothing, and can only be thrown out to be trampled underfoot by men.

‘You are the light of the world. A city built on a hill-top cannot be hidden. No one lights a lamp to put it under a tub; they put it on the lamp-stand where it shines for everyone in the house. In the same way your light must shine in the sight of men, so that, seeing your good works, they may give the praise to your Father in heaven.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

—————————-

Saint Ephraem, Deacon, Doctor 

(Liturgical Colour: White)

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Tuesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading

Colossians 3:12-17

Be clothed in love

You are God’s chosen race, his saints; he loves you, and you should be clothed in sincere compassion, in kindness and humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with one another; forgive each other as soon as a quarrel begins. The Lord has forgiven you; now you must do the same. Over all these clothes, to keep them together and complete them, put on love. And may the peace of Christ reign in your hearts, because it is for this that you were called together as parts of one body. Always be thankful.

Let the message of Christ, in all its richness, find a home with you. Teach each other, and advise each other, in all wisdom. With gratitude in your hearts sing psalms and hymns and inspired songs to God; and never say or do anything except in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 36(37):3-6,30-31

R/ The just man’s mouth utters wisdom.

If you trust in the Lord and do good,

then you will live in the land and be secure.

If you find your delight in the Lord,

he will grant your heart’s desire.

R/ The just man’s mouth utters wisdom.

Commit your life to the Lord,

trust in him and he will act,

so that your justice breaks forth like the light,

your cause like the noon-day sun.

R/ The just man’s mouth utters wisdom.

The just man’s mouth utters wisdom

and his lips speak what is right;

the law of his God is in his heart,

his steps shall be saved from stumbling.

R/ The just man’s mouth utters wisdom.

Gospel Acclamation

John 15:5

Alleluia, alleluia!

I am the vine,

you are the branches.

Whoever remains in me, with me in him,

bears fruit in plenty,

says the Lord.

Alleluia!

Gospel

Luke 6:43-45

A sound tree cannot produce rotten fruit

Jesus said to his disciples:

‘There is no sound tree that produces rotten fruit, nor again a rotten tree that produces sound fruit. For every tree can be told by its own fruit: people do not pick figs from thorns, nor gather grapes from brambles. A good man draws what is good from the store of goodness in his heart; a bad man draws what is bad from the store of badness. For a man’s words flow out of what fills his heart.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[ema-ranth]

“Take in the whole day from the hour that Christ received the passover upon Thursday unto the hour in which he died the next day. Make this present day that day in thy devotion, and consider what he did, and remember what you have done. 

“Before he instituted and celebrated the sacrament (which was after the eating of the passover), he proceeded to that act of humility, to wash his disciples’ feet, even Peter’s, who for a while resisted him. In thy preparation to the holy and blessed sacrament, hast thou with a sincere humility sought a reconciliation with all the world, even with those that have been averse from it, and refused that reconciliation from thee? If so, and not else, thou hast spent that first part of his last day in a conformity with him. 

“After the sacrament he spent the time till night in prayer, in preaching, in psalms: hast thou considered that a worthy receiving of the sacrament consists in a continuation of holiness after, as well as in a preparation before? If so, thou hast therein also conformed thyself to him; so Christ spent his time till night. 

“At night he went into the garden to pray, and he prayed prolixious, he spent much time in prayer, how much? Because it is literally expressed, that he prayed there three several times, and that returning to his disciples after his first prayer, and finding them asleep, said, Could ye not watch with me one hour, it is collected that he spent three hours in prayer. I dare scarce ask thee whither thou wentest, or how thou disposedst of thyself, when it grew dark and after last night. If that time were spent in a holy recommendation of thyself to God, and a submission of thy will to his, it was spent in a conformity to him. In that time, and in those prayers, was his agony and bloody sweat. I will hope that thou didst pray; but not every ordinary and customary prayer, but prayer actually accompanied with shedding of tears and dispositively in a readiness to shed blood for his glory in necessary cases, puts thee into a conformity with him. 

“About midnight he was taken and bound with a kiss, art thou not too conformable to him in that? Is not that too literally, too exactly thy case, at midnight to have been taken and bound with a kiss? From thence he was carried back to Jerusalem, first to Annas, then to Caiaphas, and (as late as it was) then he was examined and buffeted, and delivered over to the custody of those officers from whom he received all those irrisions, and violences, the covering of his face, the spitting upon his face, the blasphemies of words, and the smartness of blows, which that gospel mentions: in which compass fell that gallicinium, that crowing of the cock which called up Peter to his repentance. How thou passedst all that time thou knowest. If thou didst any thing that needest Peter’s tears, and hast not shed them, let me be thy cock, do it now. Now, thy Master (in the unworthiest of his servants) looks back upon thee, do it now. 

“Betimes, in the morning, so soon as it was day, the Jews held a council in the high priest’s hall, and agreed upon their evidence against him, and then carried him to Pilate, who was to be his judge; didst thou accuse thyself when thou wakedst this morning, and wast thou content even with false accusations, that is, rather to suspect actions to have been sin, which were not, than to smother and justify such as were truly sins? Then thou spentest that hour in conformity to him; 

“Pilate found noevidence against him, and therefore to ease himself, and to pass a compliment upon Herod, tetrarch of Galilee, who was at that time at Jerusalem (because Christ, being a Galilean, was of Herod’s jurisdiction), Pilate sent him to Herod, and rather as a madman than a malefactor; Herod remanded him (with scorn) to Pilate, to proceed against him; and this was about eight of the clock. Hast thou been content to come to this inquisition, this examination, this agitation, this cribration, this pursuit of thy conscience; to sift it, to follow it from the sins of thy youth to thy present sins, from the sins of thy bed to the sins of thy board, and from the substance to the circumstance of thy sins? That is time spent like thy Saviour’s . 

“Pilate would have saved Christ, by using the privilege of the day in his behalf, because that day one prisoner was to be delivered, but they choose Barabbas; he would have saved him from death, by satisfying their fury with inflicting other torments upon him, scourging and crowning with thorns, and loading him with many scornful and ignominious contumelies; but they regarded him not, they pressed a crucifying. Hast thou gone about to redeem thy sin, by fasting, by alms, by disciplines and mortifications, in way of satisfaction to the justice of God? That will not serve, that is not the right way; we press an utter crucifying of that sin that governs thee: and that conforms thee to Christ. 

“Towards noon Pilate gave judgment, and they made such haste to execution as that by noon he was upon the cross. There now hangs that sacred body upon the cross, rebaptized in his own tears, and sweat, and embalmed in his own blood alive. There are those bowels of compassion which are so conspicuous, so manifested, as that you may see them through his wounds. There those glorious eyes grew faint in their sight, so as the sun, ashamed to survive them, departed with his light too. And then that Son of God, who was never from us, and yet had now come a new way unto us in assuming our nature, delivers that soul (which was never out of his Father’s hands) by a new way, a voluntary emission of it into his Father’s hands; for though to this God our Lord belonged these issues of death, so that considered in his own contract, he must necessarily die, yet at no breach or battery which they had made upon his sacred body issued his soul; but emisit, he gave up the ghost; and as God breathed a soul into the first Adam, so this second Adam breathed his soul into God, into the hands of God.

“There we leave you in that blessed dependency, to hang upon him that hangs upon the cross, there bathe in his tears, there suck at his wounds, and lie down in peace in his grave, till he vouchsafe you a resurrection, and an ascension into that kingdom which He hath prepared for you with the inestimable price of his incorruptible blood. Amen.”

-- John Donne, “Death’s Duel” (1630)

[johnchiarello]

Wednesday

WEDNESDAY 8-23-17

Proverbs 27:1

Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.

 1-Corpus- https://youtu.be/ryiep8LkdaU

https://ccoutreach87.com/8-22-17-corpus/

.Review Acts 21

.People on the move

.Trump speech

.Confederate flag?

.Navy ship crisis?

.The plane story

.Momentum

.The Cross

10 And as we tarried there many days, there came down from Judaea a certain prophet, named Agabus.11 And when he was come unto us, he took Paul's girdle, and bound his own hands and feet, and said, Thus saith the Holy Ghost, So shall the Jews at Jerusalem bind the man that owneth this girdle, and shall deliver him into the hands of the Gentiles.

   2-Sandia- https://youtu.be/yApvrBBNHck

https://ccoutreach87.com/8-22-17-sandia/

.JFK- MLK

.Caller Times [Global warming editorial]

.If sincere young sailors actually believe Trump will destroy all humanity [Global warming article said this] then would it be possible to not report a merchant ship is going to strike a Navy ship?

.For the purpose of crisis in the presidency that will lead to his removal

.In defense of Reality Winner

.What about James Comey?

.Obama opened the door to charge leakers with espionage- the liberal press was silent.

.If we are going to hold a young girl- caught up in this media frenzied political environment- responsible- then surely we should hold FBI directors and others who know better responsible as well

Psalm 82:3

Defend the poor and fatherless: do justice to theafflicted and needy.

  3-Bluff- https://youtu.be/w8IguZHgVsk

https://ccoutreach87.com/8-23-17-the-bluff/

.Moving? Pack first

.More on Acts 21

.Prophets

.Levi

.Bible- yes- and real experience with God too

.the demons know

.I shall not want

James 2:19

Thou believest that there is one God; thou doest well: the devils also believe, and tremble.

  4-Lexington- https://youtu.be/ggOYYZWgpew

https://ccoutreach87.com/8-23-17-lexington/

.Over the bridge- on the way to Rockport

.Lexington- north Beach

.Will I be back here tonight? [on the last video]

Psalm 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

 5-Portland- https://youtu.be/LPj16Ls3ugU

https://ccoutreach87.com/8-23-17-portland/

.Pit stop

.You can do this

.Crow nation

24 And when he had given thanks, he brake it, and said, Take, eat: this is my body, which is broken for you: this do in remembrance of me. Cor.

 6-Rockport- https://youtu.be/_ThXwr0nmvQ

https://ccoutreach87.com/8-23-17-rockport/

.Rockport home group?

.Bishop Outreach?

.Kingsville?

.The bluff?

.Develop community

.Love feast

.celebrating 30 years of ministry

.Left Behind? [no- not the Rapture]

Proverbs 7:19

For the goodman is not at home, he is gone a long journey:

  7-Snipe- https://youtu.be/cE6Egq1sCUY

https://ccoutreach87.com/8-23-17-snipe/

.Whats a Snipe?

.At this point of the day- I already made videos on the way to Sandia- then went back to Corpus- and headed out to Rockport.

.I thought I would walk back to Corpus from Rockport.

.I already walked a couple of miles before seeing the sign- Corpus 27 miles.

.So I figured I would give it a try

.I also made a commitment a few years ago- to do this walk

.I talk about it on an upcoming video

.Off we go

 8-Fifteen miles- https://youtu.be/7dZQvp2yyQ4

https://ccoutreach87.com/8-23-17-fifteen-miles/

.Had to buy a phone charger [Aransas Pass]

.Sign says 18 more miles- not sure I can do it to be honest

.I got heat exhaustion earlier- and had to lay down in my own homeless camp!

.Yes- my friends would have been proud of me

.The Whataburger people did think I was homeless [Didn’t eat- but had to buy a drink and use the plug to charge the phone- a normal routine for homeless people]

.Some guy stopped in his car- to talk- I caught it on video at the end

.Christian brother- or just being a ‘friend’?

 9-Meet my friend- https://youtu.be/wShFtL4Xl1w

https://ccoutreach87.com/8-23-17-meet-my-friend/

.Stalker?

2 Corinthians 12:7

And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.

 10-Portland 2- https://youtu.be/MxIOYZbMITA

https://ccoutreach87.com/8-23-17-portland-two/

.Almost there

.Vision problems [yes- just like when you drive long trips at night]

.Stop now?

.Why this walk?

.Yes- I’ve been in Rockport before

.Finish well

.Keep the vow

New International Version who despises a vile person but honors those who fear the LORD; who keeps an oath even when it hurts, and does not change their mind;

 11-Corpus Christi- https://youtu.be/04VWMofZYAo

https://ccoutreach87.com/8-23-17-corpus-christi/

.Made it in

.Over 30 miles at least

.Momentum

.Fire Dept.

.Ride the wave

 Isaiah 40:31

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations

 NEW- I obviously had no plan to do this walk- but as the day progressed I felt it was the right thing to do.

I do teach some from the bible chapter I taught earlier this same day- ACTS 21.

But I won’t upload that video until next week.

 On these roll outs- I also talk about current issues- news- as well as other stuff.

As I was listening to the news today- sure enough I heard more stuff- that just does not seem to fit into the category of ‘news’.

 Some media people are reporting that Trump has dementia.

Now- maybe you believe that- but the person who said it is not a doctor- yet- when media people ‘report’ people think it’s true.

 An ESPN commentator was removed from covering an event- because his name is Robert Lee.

The commentator is Asian- he has that name because many Asians and oriental people have that name [Remember Bruce Lee?]

 Yet- the name itself was seen as being racist- so they had to act!

I think the rest of the world is looking at us- and laughing.

  Ok- this day was a long day.

 I’ll post a few regular teaching posts the next day or so.

And that should be it for now-

God bless all-

 John

 MORE NEWS-

I just watched CNN- the interview with Don Lemon and James Clapper. ‘Is Trump a threat to national security’.

The piece spoke about Trump being a danger because he might launch nukes- and no one can stop him.

They are also reporting how Trump still blames ‘both sides’.

 I can give you many news links- and past reports where those on the left actually were told to beat protesters at ‘right’ rallies.

This has been reported and there are videos on it.

 The media is aware that there have been instances where those on the left actually went to beat protesters at rallies.

Yet the media never hold them accountable.

 Most of the time you find this out by having to research it yourself.

Any honest person would condemn anyone who went to a rally- with orders- to beat [with sticks at times] the other side in order to garner attention.

 When you here Trump say ‘both sides were to blame’ This is what he is referring to.

Now- do the media know this?

Yes.

Do they tell you that's really what Trump means?

No.

Why?

They have an agenda.

 This agenda does not in any way bring a country together.

I am not a quote ‘conservative’ but when you see this non stop game- this is what energizes the radical right.

They have seen it- and know it goes on.

If I walked up to you- and beat you openly- in public- with the intent to start a riot- is that good?

Of course not.

 Yet this has indeed happened in the past- primarily by some who were actually hired to do this at rallies.

The media cover this up.

 Any normal person could say those who instigated a riot also bare some of the blame.

Yet- that statement alone by the president has been reported that Trump backs Nazi’s-

 Yes- as simple and plain as this is- the media will report that if some on the left beat a protester- and even if that protester does not fight back- the media will still report that a Trump rally started a riot.

 The interview with Clapper and Don lemon- lemon was so excited about talking about Trump being an unhinged man- that the free world is in danger of Trump launching Nukes- for personal benefit.

 All of this language- this narrative- all of it has never gone on before with such disdain.

Some in the media have called for Trumps son to face the death penalty over any involvement with Russian collusion.

 Chelsea Clinton just came out to defend Trumps son.

A Democrat from Missouri openly Texted she hopes Trump gets assassinated-.

Yet some in the media and the Democratic party have not even condemned it.

 If you had a Republican dare express their desire for Obama to be assassinated the media would be in an uproar.

What does that tell you?

 The media wants the assassination of Trump?

There silence speaks volumes.

 CBS has a new headline on their 24 hour news site- REAL NEWS.

They do this to fight back against Trump calling them fake news.

But fake news is indeed what I Just told you about.

 Fake news is when someone on the left can express thru a text they hope Trump is killed.

And for their to be no outrage- no media coverage- and then to move on to a story that says Trump will Nuke the world out of personal benefit.

 What does North Korea think when they see this?

The discussion also went along the lines of ‘someone from the inside must stop Trump’-

 This was with a man- James Clapper- who lied to Congress during a hearing about illegal data collection by the NSA-

He lied openly about the program which the courts themselves later ruled to be unconstitutional [Andrew Snowden].

 He than later admitted- to Congress- that he lied to them- because he felt it was the best answer to give at the time.

Though he committed a crime- equal to what we are presently holding other citizens in jail for-

Yet he is on CNN basically calling for someone from inside the government to stop Trump- because he is a dangerous man who might Nuke the world.

 This mantra goes on day after day in the media.

It has fueled the radical right.

As you watch the news- you see the glee in their faces when they talk about this.

There are causes- on the left- that I back.

I have angered many of my conservative friends when I came out as pro immigrant.

I was actually for national health care- yes- I spoke for it in the past.

 I defend Black Lives Matter- those who have followed us for any time know this.

But some on the left- they see part of their cause as also supporting much of the misinformation that the media give.

 I see many on the left reveling in their absolute hatred for Trump.

The same hatred I saw that many on the right had for Obama.

This hatred drives them.

The main stream media are simply not capable of covering the news fairly.

 The public does not need Trump to tell them ‘they are fake news’- The public sees it themselves.

I have watched other world news sources- including Al-Jazeera!

To be honest- they actually cover real world news.

I see more honest and balanced coverage on Al- Jazzera than with the main stream news- that's the truth.

 Many liberals were outraged that a member of congress would say Obama Lied.

Some of those same people believe it is freedom of speech for a Democrat congresswoman to openly express her desire for Trump to be assassinated.

They do not see the double standard.

 Those who hold this view are simply not honest-

We should be for what is good- and against what is evil- regardless of what side of the Political aisle you are on.

 Ok- that should be it for today- unless something else comes up before I post.

If I got you mad- or to re-think some stuff- good.

 Because both sides need to examine what is going on at this time in this country-

 I guess I’ll end with Plato [some ascribe it to Socrates]-

 THE UNEXAMINED LIFE IS NOT WORTH LIVING-

Amen

 MORE- Today I have the chance of watching more of the live news then usual.

Why?

I actually do not feel tired or sore from the 33 mile walk- to be honest.

I almost was going to go out and yes- do my evening walk- but I guess that would be pushing it.

So- I’m watching CBS live.

 I found it interesting the way they have been reporting Trumps speech to the American Legion and his speech in Phoenix - and I knew they were lying- I’ll include the entire speech below.

For the last hour they were reporting how Trump went back to his old ways- In his speech.

 How he attacked [yes- the headline on the screen for the hour is TRUMP ATTACKS Republicans- Democrats- etc.]

So- for about an hour they said when Trump goes off message- it’s like he is another person- his true feelings are seen.

Then they spoke about the speech- but the short clip they played- was actually good- and in no way contradicted his recent ‘prepared’ speech to the country.

 Yet- they went on in depth about why he would go back to his attacks against all sides- why he would destroy his good speech the other night by attacking everyone.

 Yet- it seemed to me- that they must simply be lying.

They realize few viewers will actually read the text of the speech.

After about hearing them do this for an hour- they gave the narrative that the Trump we saw the other night- was not the real Trump.

 The other night he was forced- by his handlers- to read words from a prepared speech- that he actually did not believe in.

Then they justified this- by their coverage of the speeches to the American Legion and Phoenix.

 They would have you think that he used the N word- attacked not only the minority community but just about every group you could think of.

The coverage made it sound like he went on some racist twitter tirade- how could he do such a thing?

 They had no reasonable explanation to why he would be a totally different man- with such a divisive message- just a few days after his well received speech by the nation-

 They were truly dumbfounded- below is this utterly disgraceful racist speech- read it for yourself-

[I googled for the full text of the presidents speech- to the American Legion- and accidentally copied a speech he gave in 2016- which was fine- a good speech. But I wanted the FULL TEXT of this most recent speech- and have not been able to find it- so I’ll simply add how the media reported it- and a link or 2. He was also criticized for a Phoenix Rally speech- I’ll add that link as well]

  LAST NOTE- Watching CBS news- they played the Don Lemon interview with Clapper where Clapper said the real Trump came out at the Rally speech- and the prepared statements came out at the Legion speech. They also said Trump is unfit to be president- and he is looking for a way out. The average public- by not actually reading the camping type rally speech- will think Trump came out and openly supported the Nazi party. Then they showed Trump reciting part of his message after the Virginia tragedy- and then said ‘this is what he really said’- meaning- he was just lying to us. Actually he left out the part where he said ‘both sides are to blame’- meaning some at the rally- did strike the alt right people- possibly first- I saw the video. But the media said he lied- meaning he defends Nazi's. I guess the worst part of the coverage was to actually say the president is unfit to serve- and he’s looking for a way out [like a Nuclear war?]. I do not defend Trump in all of his statements- but to openly say on the word news that he is unfit to serve- and looking for a way out- is simply not news. As I write- I hear in the background them playing the recent release of Hillary’s book- saying in her voice ‘ Back up you Creep’- talking about Trump. She did say this in her new book- but to have that statement ‘BACK UP YOU CREEP’- To give it top news- and not show a single response from Trump is more of the same. If a critic wrote a book on Obama- and in his words said something like that- would you Play it on world news? Right after the story of how Trump is unfit and unhinged? This simply verifies all of the above-Good job media! Oh- by the way- Harvey is top news- heading our way- Hmm? As I finish up- I just heard ‘up next- cover up in Charlottesville’- what might it be? Trump had Nooses ready and was wearing a white sheet? You know- like the world news just actually played Hillary's voice ‘BACK UP YOU CREEP’. World news- disgrace.

Harvey- I watched this storm- it was not projected to come near us at the start- I just saw the recent tracking- it actually made some what of a turn- and most tracks have it headed directly to Corpus Christi.

 https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/trump-to-call-for-unity-at-veterans-convention-hours-after-raucous-ariz-rally/2017/08/23/eabddbfe-8815-11e7-a94f-3139abce39f5_story.html?utm_term=.04f0342598bb

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/us-politics/trump-rally-phoenix-protest-latest-attack-media-charlottesville-a7907641.html

 Here is the full text of the rally speech- which if you read it- is in no way some sort of racist speech- Trump even addresses that issue in the speech- which they are now describing in the manner above. If you simply read the headlines on the way the media is reporting it- it’s astounding] http://time.com/4912055/donald-trump-phoenix-arizona-transcript/

 This paper- the Washington Post- has been a critic of Trump- yet if you look at the selected pieces of Trumps speech to the Legion-which would be the worst- they are actually good . If I find the full text- I’ll post it-

 RENO, Nev. — President Trump called for unity in a speech at the American Legion’s 99th National Convention here, just hours after a raucous campaign-style rally in which he lambasted the media and his political rivals and reignited the controversy over his response to a white-supremacist rally in Charlottesville this month.

“It is time to heal the wounds that have divided us, and to seek a new unity based on the common values that unite us,” Trump said, speaking before more than 5,000 members of the largest veterans group. “We are one people, with one home and one flag.”

“We are not defined by the color of our skin, the figure on our paycheck or the party of our politics,” Trump continued.

Trump argued that “shared humanity,” “citizenship” and patriotism could heal the nation’s divides political and racial divides, and he heralded the work of the Legion in promoting American values.

Trump’s remarks come at a time when he is facing continued pressure to stem the divisions exposed by a deadly rally in Charlottesville this month, which was organized by hate groups including the Ku Klux Klan and neo-Nazi sympathizers.

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Trump's turbulent Phoenix rally, in 3 minutes

President Trump gave a contentious speech at a campaign rally in Phoenix on Aug. 22, attacking the media, GOP senators and "obstructionist" Democrats. Here are the highlights.(Jenny Starrs/The Washington Post)

The comments were a sea change from Trump’s posture hours earlier at a rally in Phoenix on Tuesday night, at which he angrily railed against the “dishonest” media for its coverage of his remarks on the Charlottesville gathering. Initially, he had blamed “many sides” for the conflict, rather than criticizing the collection of Ku Klux Klan, white-supremacist and neo-Nazi groups that planned the event.

His first statement was widely condemned, including by lawmakers in his own party, prompting Trump to issue new scripted comments that named the hate groups. But even after correcting his initial remarks, Trump reverted back to his original stance, claiming at a news conference later that week that there were “fine people” among the hate groups who had gathered to protest the removal of a Confederate statue.

In his campaign rally, Trump reread his comments on the Charlottesville remarks, but omitted the words “many sides.”

And he blamed the media for accusing him of being racist.

“I hit them with neo-Nazi. I hit them with everything. I got the white supremacists, the neo-Nazi. I got them all in there. Let’s see: KKK? we have KKK. I got them all,” Trump said in Phoenix. “So what are they saying, right? It should have been sooner. He's a racist. It should have been sooner, okay?”

But in Reno, Trump appeared to stick to his carefully crafted script, focusing on his administration’s efforts to improve services for veterans, a key focus on the nation’s largest veterans organization.

After his speech Wednesday, he signed into law the Veterans Appeals Improvement and Modernization Act, which reforms the process by which veterans can appeal their claims for disability benefits with Veterans Affairs. 

President Trump gestures as he speaks to supporters at the Phoenix Convention Center during a rally Tuesday in Arizona. (Ralph Freso/Getty Images)

“I promised you that I would make it my priority to fix the broken VA and to deliver to our veterans the care they so richly deserve,” Trump said. “And you see what’s been happening. 

“Now you have a true reformer in Secretary David Shulkin.”

Shulkin served as undersecretary of Veterans Affairs for health under President Barack Obama before he was named secretary by Trump in January. 

But Trump’s response to the racial divisions in the country hung over his appearance here before a group of veterans that included some who fought against Nazism and fascism in World War II. 

The day before Trump’s appearance, the Legion voted to reaffirm a nearly 100-year-old resolution condemning hate groups. 

The resolution states that “the American Legion considers any individual, group of individuals, or organizations, which creates, or fosters racial, religious or class strife among our people, or which takes into their own hands the enforcement of law, determination of guilt, or infliction of punishment, to be un-American, a menace to our liberties, and destructive to our fundamental law.”

Trump was expected to hold up the values espoused by the Legion as an example of how the country can begin to unite.

“We are here to hold you up as an example of the strength, courage and love that our country will need to overcome every challenge that we face,” Trump said. “We are here to draw inspiration from you as we seek to renew the bonds of loyalty that bind us together as one people and one nation.

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“If American patriots could secure our Independence, carve out a home in the wilderness, and free millions from oppression around the world, that same sense of patriotism, courage and love can help us create a better future for our people today,” he added.

Despite the controversy, veterans have long been supportive of Trump generally. 

Among those who gathered to hear Trump’s remarks at the convention, some were sympathetic to his approach to the Charlottesville controversy.

“He’s not a very delicate guy. He never says things in a very delicate way,” said Ed Riley, a retired Navy fighter pilot who began serving in 1970. “I never heard him ever endorse any of the far right. 

“It always upsets me when the news says this was a white-supremacist thing. It was not; it was nationalist — a white-nationalist [thing],” Riley added.

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Summary: Kinktober Day 5 — Breeding with Commander Thorn Pairing: Commander Thorn/Reader; fem!reader with no specifics to her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Breeding kink, unprotected PIV (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), oral sex (m!receiving), armored!Thorn, naked!reader, reader is on birth control, one (1) use of the word "daddy," these two being absolute nasties, language. Word Count: 1.9k

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Thank you so much for requesting this @theroguesully 💜 This was not only incredibly fun (and hot) to write, but it really stretched my comfort zone as a writer. I've never written for Thorn before and I genuinely hope I did him and the prompt justice. So please, enjoy some absolute filth with Commander Thorn ❤️

You were frozen where you stood, shocked silent by the charged, erotic words just spoken into your ear. Heat from arousal and embarrassment flooded your body, and you were sure your eyes were wide and your mouth open with shock.

"What, you didn't think I knew?" he said, smiling darkly. You suddenly felt like a canary facing down a hungry cat. "Thought I wouldn't find out?"

"I... I —"

He shushed you gently, with some of the genuine care he usually had for you in abundance. But right now, his features were mostly clouded with lust. The kind only you could inspire in him.

"Don't know why you tried to hide it, cyar'ika," he said. He kissed the crest of your cheek. "You know that if you ever want anything, all you have to do is ask."

You were still embarrassed. It wasn't a realistic fantasy. Not with the galaxy in literal shambles. But admittedly, your fantasy was more about the act itself, not the result of such an act. You had no desire to get pregnant right now. And your implant helped you with that.

But the fantasy... the idea of being bred...

It got your blood going.

You'd never really confessed your raging breeding kink to Thorn, too caught up in your own shame that you'd managed to convince yourself that he wouldn't, in a million years, but into it. But with the way he was gripping you now, his hot breath wafting over your skin, and his deep voice in your ear...

Now you wondered why you'd waited so damn long.

Because Thorn was practically crowding you, holding you so firmly it was like he was trying to press himself into your skin.

Press a part of himself inside you and let it stay there.

Let it take root.

Let it fill you.

You were almost shaking at the mere thought.

Thorn felt the shift in you, smiling slyly. He was going to enjoy this.

When you'd met Thorn, you two had instantly clicked. You'd gravitated towards his natural cheer and warmth, always ready with stories or gossip and good humor. (Good humor was relative. His puns could be lethal.). He'd been magnetized by your presence, warm and kind. Where many civilians didn't have the opportunity to really get to know the clones well enough to tell them apart from each other, and where many of the senate and upper echelon didn't bother, you'd actively gone out of your way to recognize him and his brothers for themselves. First by memorizing their armor and paint, and putting them with a name. Then by learning their quirks and humor, their ranks, their responsibilities, even their coffee orders.

Learning who they were.

How could Thorn not have asked you out when given the opportunity?

Especially since it had led to this fantastic little moment, with you squirming in his arms from both desire and a little measure of cute embarrassment. Looking the absolute picture of temptation.

"So what do you say, cyar'ika?" he said, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear and making you shiver wonderfully. "Want me to breed you?"

And really, there was only one possible answer you could give.

Fuck yes.

Your answer found you on your back on the bed faster than you could blink.

And in what felt like another blink, you were naked and writhing as Thorn caressed you with a dark, hungry gaze.

"You are perfect," he said, voice edging into a growl. "Absolutely ripe for breeding."

Your mouth went dry and core went tight at the absolute filth coming from Thorn, usually more humorous, though still loving and absolutely amazing in bed. You definitely regretted not telling him about your breeding kink earlier.

Because he wasn't just indulging it. He shared it.

"Your breasts would swell," he went on, voice husky with lust. His gloved hands framed them, just barely skimming their shape. "They'd get sore, and sensitive, and you'd ask me to massage them for you."

He did just that, palming them in a cupping little massage, rolling them in his grip, testing their weight, imagining how big they'd get, thumbing over your nipples, pebbling them under his touch.

You arched into his hands, feeling pathetically turned on by so little stimulation.

"And your hips," he continued. Thorn brushed his hands down your sides, down the dips and curves of your waist to seize your hips in a firm grasp. You gasped. "They'd swell, too. And expand. Making room for the little one growing inside you."

Oh, god, you thought. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Oh, fuck!

"Your hormones would change," he started again. "I'd bring you everything you craved. Massage your feet when you ask. Do the chores while you nap, rub your back when you're sore. Help you feel confident in your maternity clothes, and make you cum when you're so horny you can barely stand it. Make you cum so much."

You were fully soaked now, arousal leaking out of you and smearing across your pussy and thighs. The pressure was building inside you, like water in a kettle, heating up until it just started to steam, desperately looking for a way to relieve the pressure.

"The little one would be strong," Thorn husked, eyes dark and expression growing hungrier. "Just like their mother."

Your pussy tingled at that, but you had to add, "Just like their father."

Thorn's answering smile was edged with something dark. Curls escaped his bun, framing his darkened eyes.

"Hmm, he acknowledged. "You want all that, don't you, cyar'ika?"

You burned a little, flustered, but Thorn didn't let you hide.

"It's okay," he said, soothing, "I do too. But —"

He suddenly yanked you down the bed, seating you right to his covered length.

"I have to breed you first."

And you could not fucking wait.

"Sit up, cyar'ika. Hands and knees."

You scrambled to follow his directions, leaning forward until you were facing him, on your hands and knees. You looked up at him through fluttering lashes, and he groaned a little.

"So eager," he praised. His thumb traced briefly over your cheek before falling to unclip his codpiece. His cock was unveiled next, untucking it from his compression suit. It bounced a little, looking flushed and rock hard. "Go on, get me slicked up for you. Get me nice and wet so I can breed you."

You set about your task eagerly, instantly enclosing your mouth around him. Swirling your tongue around him, you slicked his skin before beginning to bob. You took him further and further each time, your tongue and mouth making him slick and even harder. Until finally, finally, he was hitting the back of your throat.

And he still wasn't fully in your mouth. Maker, he was so big. You couldn't wait for him to be inside you.

Braced on your hands and knees, you could only use your mouth on Thorn. You alternated between taking him in your mouth and peppering him with licks and kisses. You laved your tongue all the way up his length, teasing just barely over the skin of his balls and making him groan out a praise.

You kissed his tip, then opened your mouth and swallowed him.

"Oh, good girl, cyar'ika. Could cum like this. Could shoot my load down your throat, make you swallow me."

His hand went to your cheek, and the touch made you back off a little. He fully removed his cock from your mouth, ignoring the little pout you gave.

"But that's not what we both want right now, is it?"

You trembled and tingled with anticipation.

Thorn stood from where he had been kneeling on the bed, rounding behind you. Your eyes followed him, hooded and fluttering with arousal.

Thorn grabbed a pillow and placed it under you. He then pressed his hand onto your back, and you willingly let him push you forward until you were fully lying down, your breasts squished against the mattress and hips elevated by the pillow.

Presenting you to him.

His gloved fingers swept across your core, chuckling at just how wet you were. But he didn't press inside.

You tried to arc into him.

"Oh, no, cyar'ika, gotta keep you nice and tight, gotta keep all of me inside you. Gotta breed you."

You moaned into the blankets, both embarrassed at how turned on you were and desperate for him to be inside you.

"Thorn, please," you begged.

"Shh, cyar'ika," he said, not unkindly. He smoothed his hand down your back. "I'm here." He climbed back onto the bed, still in his full kit above you. You clenched at the knowledge that he was going to fuck you like that: you naked and writhing under his red and white armor.

You really didn't need any more prep at this point you were so wet.

And Thorn knew it, smirking lightly as he briefly slapped his cock against your pussy lips. You gasped and jerked a little.

Thorn leaned over you, the hard, cool plastoid of his chest plate just barely touching to your back. He braced himself on his elbow, curling his fingers towards your outstretched hand.

He nocked himself at your entrance.

You clung to his hand.

"Ready?" he murmured, a soft kiss being placed on the back of your head.

You smiled gently and sighed, "Ready."

Thorn speared into you. And promptly began to fuck you within an inch of your life.

Positioned like this, with Thorn practically mounting you, your legs and thighs pressed tight together, your back arched under him, you unable to do anything but writhe under the press of his armored weight, your pussy tight from the position and minimal foreplay, it was hard not to feel like you were already close to falling apart. Thorn thrust into you furiously, groaning deep into your ear each time you clenched and squeezed around him. You could barely make a sound, rendered silent by the stretch of Thorn's cock inside your walls. And the way he kept brushing over that spongy patch with each pass.

"Gonna fuck you so good, cyar'ika," Thorn groaned, gutturally, into your ear. "Gonna breed you so good. Gonna be so full. We're not stopping until I say, until I'm done. Gonna have the most pretty little swollen pussy, gonna be bred full, cyar'ika, gonna look so good..."

You gasped and choked, dizzy and clamoring for something... anything. Thorn lowered himself fully on top of you, his weight making you gasp and clench around him as his other hand gripped yours and held on tight. He continued to thrust, body glued to yours, his hips moving fiercely and his cock seeming to literally drag in and out of you. It was the most luscious, slick friction you'd ever experienced.

You could feel him pulsing inside you, and you were so close.

"Go on, cyar'ika," he whispered. He pressed his face into your temple, lips pursing against your skin into a kiss with every word. "Go ahead and cum. Cum so I can fill you up. Just like you wanted. Cum so I can breed you."

It was that word — breed, breed, breed — that sent you into a tailspin. And with a silent scream, your climax slammed into you.

He pumped unsteadily with each new wave of cum spurting out of him, and each new wave of warmth against your walls prolonged your own high. Heaving and clenching in what was the longest orgasm of your life, you milked Thorn for all he was worth.

There was a moment of calm.

Still pressed tight to your back, Thorn kissed your cheek tenderly and squeezed your hands reassuringly. His voice was quiet, but still dark and promising against your skin.

"Maybe you can call me 'daddy' next time."

Oh, you were so fucked.

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