#im not here to be a bird scientist im here to be a bird whisperer

[sprout-senior]

ok so

im planning on befriending my campus birds as soon as i start college and obviously the thing to do is feed them

but do you really think i would go out and buy any old birdseed?

fuck no.

i am to be the almond dad of birds. i would NEVER give them any shitty cheap store bought crap filled with disgusting additives(said with a thick midwestern accent)

i am going to meticulously craft the BEST birdseed with only the BEST ingredients from the BEST sources, backed by the BEST research.

PUMPKIN SEEDS from homegrown pumpkins, for the bigger birds.

everything else shall be from my local co op, safe haven to the crunchy community.

im talking BLACK OIL SUNFLOWER SEEDS, im talking QUINOA in true almond parent fashion, im talking CHIA SEEDS, im talking EGGSHELLS FOR CALCIUM.

any suggestions and warnings for good and bad things to add are more than welcome.

i am to be the Best Bird Benefactor.

i am to obtain the Best Bird Battalion.

i am to RULE the community college campus with a SEED COVERED FIST, MOTHERFUCKERS

and hey, maybe while i’m at it i’ll do some guerrilla gardening and make seed bombs with native wildflowers.

BIODIVERSITY! SUPPORTING THE POLLINATORS! ESTABLISHING DOMINANCE THROUGH ECOLOGY BASED COMMUNITY INVOLVEMENT!!!

FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!

[undergrounddweller89]

Lance is currently in human form, unaware that Walter has more bird gene potion, so Walter has been sent through the vents of Killian's eeeeevilll lair.... (Look I just write random moments that come to mind >> xD and they went in together instead of Lance going by himself. )

Walter is crawling along the vents barely fitting himself, the signal interfering with his com, he was there trying to find Intel on robo hand what was his name anyway he wondered, pausing when he heard a humming, nothing he recognised or maybe it was it was somewhat off tune... He looked down through the grate and froze.

Killian had nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips, Walter tried really hard not to look, not that hard though as he was fascinated by how the robot arm joined to the flesh, already making notes in his head how he could literally improve that for comfort alone....

And the scaring and plating on his face... Huh kinda phantom of the Opera, someone Walter had also felt great sympathy for as well, he wanted to help people in the way he'd never been helped or cared about, not since his mother's passing.

His eyes trailed down the man's back, and down the length of his legs, biting his lip, he shouldn't really be staring...he should be moving on aaaand there went the towel.

Walter bit his lip, his cheeks getting warm, was it really so bad to find the 'bad' guy this....gorgeous, he tried to shift as he started to find himself lacking less space as blood rushed down south, he practically screamed internally, damn not here, why...just...

He was in the shower now, you know steamed in just the right places on the glass walls of the shower, water cascading, head leaning back and eyes closed look you get in all those movie scenes where they make the person look all sezzy (sexy XD)

For a brief moment he thought Killian could see him as he looked up straight at him, but he turned and didn't make eye contact with the grate again but that intense stare was not helping with his growing problem damn it!

That was when he realised something, he wasn't alone in the vent, one of the drones had slipped up behind him now grasping his collar, another at the vent grate ripping it open, Walter was dragged out, he winced waited to be dropped from the height only to be set infront of the shower.

"Come to stare at the beast Beckett?"

Killian turned to face him, the steam was the only modesty he had, arms folded, robot finger tapping away as he looked at him

"I dunno I'd say more like beauty."

Killian had been fully prepared to snap back at him, expecting Walter to have some asshole retort, especially after the inane comment Lance had made on his prosthetics.

"Ah...I, well what am I supposed to reply with that other than perhaps you need your eyes examined, maybe that knock to your head damaged your sight."

Killian returned, a little thrown off, usually the agents were either sarky or thought they were highly hilarious with their assumed wit...Walter, because of course he did a background check on those Sterling worked with was...different.

"Nope, checked that all myself...are you gonna kill me now?"

Walter asked still hovering off the ground to be eye level with Killian, who he noticed had an arm resting on the glass and leaning more to the side and hand on his hip.

"So the scientist thinks the big bad wolf is all pretty like, is that what I'm to understand Beckett, you into guys who could devour you?"

He quirked a brow and glanced down at him, tongue running across his teeth, honestly he hadn't had anyone look at him the way he was pretty sure Walter didn't even realise he was looking at him in a long while, especially when he kept everyone at a distance.

Here though was a man with a mind to rival Einstein, perhaps greater and he was looking in his direction, oh he knew what it was like to be the nervous nobody no one took seriously, he'd been just like that once, he'd been the one to design his own arm and facial holographic disguise after all so to meet someone similar to his capabilities was...tantalising to say the least.

Walter swallowed, hiding his face behind his hands and lifting his legs trying to hide how obvious the answer was.

"Now, now, no need to be shy, you can either be thrown out the front door or have a fun time..."

He took a step forward and tapped the glass with his claw looking all the more like a wolf locked within a cage

"Choice is yours, I'm a monster, but...not the type to make a bed partner feel afraid... You know unless they ask me real nice like."

Walter practically squeaked, face growing darker, he managed to bring his hands down, place them on the glass

"But wouldn't that make me a traitor...to my-my-"

Killian slid back the glass, and held his face with the robotic hand, after all he was observant, it was clear Walter liked it

"Sex doesn't make you a traitor Beckett, giving into desire doesn't make you a traitor, it's the secrets you share that aren't meant for people like me, what you do with your body is your choice, at least it should be."

Walters lips parted at he listened to him, he really didn't know what to say, oh he absolutely wanted to, the sound of water hitting the tiled floor was the only thing that could be heard.

Killian was still waiting an answer, a claw stroking over Walters cheek

"I'm waaaaiting..."

He purred pulling him in a little closer, smirking as the claw tip that was ghosting along Beckett bottom lip now found it self pressed against the scientists tongue, blue eyes looking up with more seduction than he could ever thought possible and that was when he felt the blood rush and Walter nodded giving his permission.

The drone holding Walters arms above his head let go as Killian held him with his other arm and pulled him into the shower, lips softly kissing at his jaw, whispering against his ear

"My name is Tristan, not robo hand...Im gonna just looove hearing you scream my name by the time I'm done with you."

[imastrangeone98]

In Charge

(A/N: ngl I read nsfw text posts on istg and those kinda set me on fire)

WARNING: pegging; very very mild degradation; bad comedy; slight angst. Bad writing- im very new to this particular scene

I'm trying to be better at nsfw warnings

Established relationship- so probably vendetta

Leon understood that Sarah had a hard job.

His, at the very least, was simple: get a call, go to some virus-infested shithole, and deal with the corporate jackass that started the whole thing. Then he got at least a three-month break and looked after the kids until the next biohazard disaster.

But Sarah... She had to deal with the corporates in the first place, day after day after day. She had to play nice with the politicians and fellow scientists who arrogantly took her with a grain of salt until their own ignorance blew up in their faces. Sometimes literally.

He did his best to make her life easier. He made the meals, helped the kids with homework, and did most of the chores- ignoring the way she would always try to do the dishes behind his back.

And to her credit, she was doing her best. She hardly complained, and she never raised her voice at home. She tried hard to separate work from family, and she made it clear to their children that she would be there for them.

But she was cracking. Her eyes twitched more when her assistants chattered like nonsensical birds. She started missing meetings and staying up late in the lab, furiously whipping up chemical cocktails of potential antidote samples until he had to drag her exhausted body out.

She was hurting. And he was lost on how he could help her.

Well... he thought as he cautiously eyed the toy in his hands. Maybe this could work.

It was a good opportunity. Zane has gone to a sleepover with some friends, and Claire was more than willing to look after Grace for the night.

The front door slammed open and shut. "Leon? You home?"

With an embarrassed squeak, he shoved the toy under the bed and hurried downstairs. "Hey, honey. You're back early."

"Yeah- they let me off the hook today. Thank whatever deity above for that." She shucked off her coat with a wince, and rubbed her shoulders. "Zane and Grace hanging around somewhere?"

"No, he went to a sleepover. Grace went to Claire's for a girl's night." He hung her coat on the rack and set about heating up leftovers. "How was work?"

The heavy sigh she let out was an answer in of itself. But one of the many things he always admired about her was her adamant refusal to not communicate, even at the cusp of insanity.

"It's... it's fine, 자기." She stretched as he placed the admittedly humble meal of fried rice, side dishes and miso soup in front of her. "I'm dealing with it. Food looks good."

"It'd better be," he joked. "It's your recipe."

She snickered, but made no other reply. Well, at least it was a good start.

He sat down beside her and fidgeted with his hands, watching as she scarfed down her dinner. The dark circles under her eyes were much more prominent- it made his heart sink.

It was now or never.

"Sarah, I know it's been really tough on you lately. Any way I can help?"

She froze. Bits of rice clung to the sides of her mouth, and he wiped them away.

"...I mean, it's just the normal bullshit, y'know? I can deal with it, babe; don't worry about it."

"Sarah..."

With a sigh, she set down the spoon and ran a hand through her messy hair. "I don't know, Leon. I just don't know. I'm trying, but everything's just pissing me off. Research is failing, subordinates are shitty, and the higher ups are being an absolute bitch."

He didn't interrupt, but he slowly linked their hands together. She gave his a gentle squeeze.

"And honestly, I'm this close to not giving a shit anymore." Resting her head on the table, she gazed up at him with the most exhausted look he'd ever seen on her. "It's such a shitty thing to say, but... some part of me's just tempted to let them get what's coming to them."

He hummed. "I don't blame you. They sound like assholes."

"They are assholes."

"You find a way to work out the stress?" He lovingly stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes and nearly purred. "It isn't healthy to keep it in."

"I know. I just... haven't figured anything out yet. I'll find something."

He swallowed. The plan was going well, but he still felt nervous bringing it up.

"So... uh... I have something, if you want to try it."

Sarah lifted an eyebrow. "And what on earth would that be?"

"When you finish up, I'll show you." He wasn't nearly as good as his wife when it came to sounding sexy, but he tried to add a hint of smoothness to his voice.

It worked. A flicker of curiosity and arousal passed through her eyes, and she began to shovel food into her mouth.

[...]

"...Well." She stared at the strap-on with a strange intensity. "This is new."

"Yeah." Leon actually had the decency to blush. "I figured... uh... we could... um..."

Sarah laughed. "We've fucked for over ten years, and you still get blushy."

"...Not true." But his bright red face only helped prove her point.

"Sure, baby." Her eyes narrowed; her smile turned a little more crooked. "C'mere."

He slunk towards her, already feeling naked under her hot gaze. Her hands didn't waste any time with tugging at the edge of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, and skimming over his chest.

She leaned in close and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his shoulder. With a soft hum, he leaned into her touch, sliding a hand near the base of her hair and giving it a sharp yank.

Almost immediately, she growled. "Behave."

"Or what?" he whispered. "You'll spank me?"

"Tempting." Leaning away, she stared deep into his eyes. "Safeword?"

He thought for a second. "Mercy."

"Alright." Sarah tilted her head towards the bed. "Strip and get on. I'll see what I can do."

Without hesitation, he rid himself of his shorts, leaving himself with only his boxers, and laid down on the soft blankets, unable to resist watching her as she moved about the room, ripping off her clothes, grabbing a small bottle of lube and...

He guffawed. "What are you doing?"

"Reading the fucking instructions. What else?" Her eyes were glued to the straps as she played around with them, muttering under her breath. "So it goes like this... then tighten the strap here..."

Leon couldn't help but giggle. "Smart as you are, but you're helpless against a toy."

She immediately glared at him, and it sent a jolt of electricity up his body. "If you're just gonna blabber, come over here."

"What?"

"Put that mouth of yours to good use, before I do something about it." The promise sounded dark- he had no doubt that she'd actually try to shut him up if he kept being bratty.

And that was a whole other ball game.

So he played nice. He kept quiet.

"Good boy." After a few minutes, she must have gotten the process down, because she had the toy strapped snug over her hips like an expert.

"Shit."

Leon had his fantasies, and then he had reality. And this- his perfect, badass wife with a strap-on and danger in her eyes- was so much better than anything he could possibly dream of.

"This is real, right?" he murmured, staring up at her.

"Does this feel real to you?" When she placed a cool hand on the overly hot skin of his hip, he shivered. "Yeah, thought so."

Slowly, she hooked a finger under the waist and of his underwear and pulled it off, his hardening cock springing out from its prison.

The soft moan he let out was inevitable. "More...?"

"Zip it." Sarah gave his ass a sharp slap, and he blushed harder. "You gotta start being patient."

"I don't have to do shit."

His eyes widened at the realization of what he'd done. Shit...

Her eyes narrowed. "Are you seriously gonna play this game with me right now?"

He swallowed. "...No?"

"I don't believe you." With a sigh, she popped off the cap of the bottle. "Looks like you need a punishment. Turn over."

He obeyed. A tremble of anticipation ran through him as he saw her lube her fingers.

"Hold still, baby," she cooed. The gentle press of fingers near his hole was enough to make his knees weak. "We good?"

"Yeah," he croaked, wiggling his hips, trying his hardest to tempt her. "We're good."

It must have worked, because he felt a slick finger press right into his ass, and he yelped. Instantly, she shushed him and rubbed his hip, before going back to stroking his insides, stretching him out, making him groan.

"Shit," she whispered. Her grip on his hip only tightened. "You have any idea what you look like right now?"

He just moaned.

"You even sound like a slut."

He couldn't process Sarah's words- just on the fact that she had a digit- now two digits- rubbing against his walls, hitting a spot that made him howl.

"Just a little more." Hot lips pressed on his shoulder. "Loosen up for me."

He kept rolling his hips, trying to get her to hit that spot again. "Please..." he moaned. "Please..."

But to his horror, her fingers froze before slowly, painstakingly, pulling out. Leon whined, only to get another smack on his asscheeks.

"Don't be such a whore," she spat. "Or I won't give it to you."

"No...!" His hands felt too weak, and he felt ready to collapse onto the mattress. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please-!"

"Please, what?" Her voice softened, almost to the point of insanity. "Use your words, pet."

"Fuck me! Please fuck me! I can't-! I need you, I need you, I need you-"

Without warning, the tip of the lubed dildo slipped past his entrance, already sending a sharp sense of fullness in his belly.

"Stop tightening up," she sighed, stroking his thigh. "Relax, baby. Relax."

He kept panting, trying to not flex his muscles, trying so hard to be a good boy, such a good boy for me-

By the time he managed to stop drooling, her hips met his own with a soft slap.

She moaned above him. "Fuck. You look so pretty like this, you know that?"

He stammered something, but he didn't know what. The only solid answer he could give her was a jolt that let the toy sink in deeper inside him.

"Shit."

Leon felt like he was about to combust. Pain and pleasure had mixed to the point where they were inseparable. All he could do was sink further into the hole of depravity he'd dug for himself- and all too willing to do so.

"Leon?" Sarah whispered into his ear, a hand firmly grasping the base of his cock. He whined, thrusting shallowly into her hand. "Good?"

He just moaned. It wasn't just good- it was fantastic.

"Tell me."

"Good!" he hissed as the strap-on pressed deliciously to his prostate. "So good!"

She began to thrust. His hips followed on their own to match each one. Ripples of pleasure pulsed throughout his body, and he was unable to stop moaning and begging for her to give it to him more, give me more, please-

He buried his face in the pillow, too lost in the pleasure to care about holding anything but his ass up.

Sarah leaned down to press kisses to the nape of his neck as she stroked his profusely leaking cock, chuckling at the way he jumped from the unexpected stimulation. "You close, baby?"

"Uh huh~" he croaked, too incoherent to say anything else. "More...?"

"So greedy." But her thrusts picked up in speed.

His hands scrabbled for purchase on the sweat-slick sheets. His gut burned with the need to release, release, release.

"Lemme cum~" he slurred, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "Please, please lemme cum."

"You wanna cum?" She curled her lip, as if to challenge him, but he was reassured at the way her eyebrows furrowed at the middle, and the way her hands shook at his sides.

She was on the edge, too.

"Yeah~" He smiled at her- a sweet, droopy smile. "Make me cum, mama~"

Her eyes widened. Immediately, her pace quickened even more. The toy started ramming against his prostate over and over again, making him gasp.

"Good boy," she moaned. "Cum for me."

And he came. Hot ropes of cum spilled onto the mattress, drops of it on his stomach, and some just below his chin.

"Fuck." With a grunt, Sarah pulled out of him, unstrapping herself from the toy and tossing it aside as she crawled up the bed to cradle him in her arms. "You did so good. So good. I'm so proud of you."

He grinned lazily at her. "Yeah? You feel good?"

"Yeah. I feel great, actually." With a soft smile, she pressed a kiss to his lips. "Thanks, baby."

"No problem..." His eyes drifted closed for a few seconds.

"Hang tight. Imma get a towel for you and change the sheets, and we can cuddle. You need anything?"

"...Water, please..."

"You got it." She ruffled his hair before dashing off to the bathroom.

As she lovingly wiped off the slick on his ass and gave him sips of ice cold water, he couldn't help but think to himself:

This was a great idea.

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A/N: I have never done this type of nsfw before and it really shows I think 😅 but ngl im still pretty proud of what I managed to put out

Rip Leon's asshole ;) but he loves it so...

[clintbartonswife]

bird cage

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, mentioned!Sam x Riley, Steve, Natasha Summary: HYDRA had caged you, all Sam wants to do is set you free Notes: mentions HYDRA torture, soulmate!au, mutual pining? I will probably write a part two to this at some point masterlist  ||  part two

The mark on you collar bone was all you had left - the only thing that their machines couldn't take from you.

No one had ever told you what the mark meant, why the bird was caged behind iron bars, or why it couldn't be removed. You were grateful for it though.

The mark gave you a sense of comfort that you never got from anything else. No matter how many times they tried to break you, all you had to do was look at the bird and you felt calm again, safe amongst the worst people you’d ever met.

For the last few days, it was the only thing you concentrated on.

No one came in and out of your cell, the isolation confusing to you. Normally you’d be experimented on at least every other day, not to mention the leering insults that would normally get thrown at you by passing guards.

You guessed you should revel in the silence while you had a chance, an uneasy feeling brewing in your gut.

You were awoken the next day to footsteps echoing through the corridor just outside of your cell, the first sound you had heard in days. You stilled, fear coursing through your veins as you realised you didn't recognise them.

You had been stuck here for so long that by now you could tell every guard, scientist and staff member apart just by the sound of their footsteps. This person was new.

New recruits usually meant pain.

Another two pairs of footsteps joined the first, your heart now beating like crazy. Three. Three new people. 

“Anything?”

The voice seemed to bounce off the walls of your cell, crisp, clear and direct. Authoritarian. A new handler perhaps?

“He’s not here - I checked”

Another man’s voice, though this one was softer. Before you could register what he had said, the third voice spoke.

“Did you check the cells?”

Female. Also hard, though not as harsh as you were used to. Who were these people?

The second man spoke again, this time nearer your cell, “Not all of them - why would Barnes be hiding in a cell?”

“That exact reason” The woman replied, sounding slightly exasperated as footsteps moved further left, “you didn't think to check”

“huh”

You held your breath as the sound of opening cell doors filled the space, your hand reaching up to cover your mark protectively as you curled up in the corner of your cell.

Jumping slightly as your door swung open, you kept your head tucked in between your legs, trying your best not to move a muscle.

“No, nothing in he- holy shit!”

“What, Sam?” the woman said, footsteps hurriedly rushing over towards you.

“There’s a person in here”

“Barnes?” 

“No - too small” 

You tensed up further as you heard some shuffling by the doorway, the woman stepping over to you. She stopped a safe distance away.

“Are you okay?”

How on earth were you supposed to answer that?

Sensing your reluctance to answer, the second man - Sam? - spoke again, “We’re not HYDRA”

“What?”

Your voice was croaky from misuse, eyes narrowing as you slightly lifted your head up, getting your first glance at the new arrivals.

The woman was standing just slightly to your left, the two men blocking the doorway.

“We’re not with HYDRA” the first man repeated, more firmly this time, “you’re safe”

You huffed a laugh at that, curling back into your tight ball, “Am I? How do I know you’re not just gonna kidnap me like they did, huh?”

“Because we’re looking for somebody” the first man replied, choosing his words carefully, “somebody who was taken - like you. We hate what HYDRA did to them. We’d never do the same”

“Who?”

“Im sorry?” Sam asked

“Who are you looking for?”

“His name’s Bucky - you may know him as the Winter Soldier” 

You turned to face the woman, eyes connecting to hers.

“You wont find him”

The blond man stepped forwards, hand lifting his shield threateningly, “Excuse me?”

“Steve-”

Backing even further into the corner, you made eye contact with Sam, “You wont find him. When he wants to be found, he’ll come to you”

“How do you know?”

You tapped the side of your head lightly, a small smile on your face.

Huffing, the first man Steve stood down, arm returning to his side.

“There’s no one left here. It was abandoned - they left you here to rot”

A mirthless chuckle escaped you, hugging your arms tighter around your body, “They gave me mercy”

The woman beside you frowned, exchanging a glance with the other two before offering her hand, “Come with us. We can take you somewhere safe”

You eyed the hand warily for a minute. With a sigh, you uncurled and accepted it, letting her help you off of the ground.

A small gasp came from Sam, his eyes fixed on your mark.

“It’s you”

“What?”

“Her collar bone - look Nat”

Your hand moved to cover it automatically, not liking the attention it was getting, starting to back off into the corner again.

“I don't understand” you whispered, eyeing them.

The excited look on Sam’s face dimmed, his fists clenching slightly as he stepped forward, “do you know what that is?”

His voice sounded almost hurt, his eyes turning sad as you shook your head.

“I know its mine” you eventually said, lifting your head up higher, “They couldn't take it away from me”

This time it was Steve who stepped forward, face aghast as Sam let out a punched noise.

“God, no - we’d never - they tried to remove it?” 

You nodded, gaze flitting between the three of them. The woman’s face was steely, though her eyes were angry.

“If you come with us they wont be able to try again�� Nat spoke, tone calculated, “You can keep it - that's a promise”

Hesitating for only a moment, you nodded, Sam relaxing slightly.

You didn't speak again until you boarded their jet, carrying you away from the cold grey walls that you had been encased in for years.

“What is it?”

Your voice was quiet, and you were sure that if Sam hadn't been watching you so closesly it would’ve been lost amongst the white noise of the engine.

“What’s what?”

“The mark - you seemed to know what it was when you saw it”

His gaze moved to your collarbone where your fingers gently stroked the branded skin, clearing his throat before answering.

“Everyone’s born with at least one on their skin” he stated, avoiding eye contact, “they’re called soulmarks, and they all have a copy on the skin of someone else”

“Everyone has one?”

“Yes”

“What happens when you find the one that matches?”

Sam gave you a small smile, averting his gaze to his feet as he cleared his throat, “You know you’ve found your soulmate”

You gave a small noise, to let him know you’d heard him, before frowning in thought. Silence fell over the two of you again, only breaking when you nudged his leg with your foot.

“Soulmates are safe” you stated, voice slightly unsure, “I think I know that”

Sam smiled again, this time with a less melancholic look, and nodded.

“They should be, yes”

You took a moment to let the validation sink in, going back to staring resolutely at your hands placed in your lap.

“Do you think my soulmate would still want me?”

“Wha- of course. Why would you ask that?”

You flashed him a rueful smile, gesturing in the direction you had come from.

“Well, I don't think that matters at all” Sam said firmly, “You weren't there by choice”

You hummed thoughtfully, tilting your head to the side as you surveyed him.

“Where’s your mark?”

“I have two” Sam said, hand absentmindedly coming to rest on his thigh, “though the first one is fading quite a bit now”

You frowned, “why?”

“They died”

“Oh... why do they fade?”

Sam shrugged, sadness clear in his eyes, “No one’s really sure. The marks just fade out until they look like a scar - still there but less … obvious”

“And your other mark?”

Sam just smiled, turning around as Nat’s voice ran over the intercom, “ETA 3 minutes, get your gear ready to go, Maximoff is waiting outside the safe house”

“I’ll be back” Sam sighed, moving to the other side of the jet where he started to re-pack the equipment. 

Your thoughts began to take over as you listened absentmindedly to the sounds of the aircraft, fingers lightly tracing the lines soothingly. You knew that you felt safe around Sam, the others not so much - but if he trusted them then you guess they couldn't be too bad - besides, it’s not like you had much choice in the matter. 

“We’re here” Sam murmured, hand gently hovering over your shoulder, as if afraid to spook you, “you’re safe now”

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@xxloki81xx​  @geeksareunique​  @bangtan-serendipity​

[athenadcvell]

THE NEW FIST OF HYDRA - TRUST [ 5 ]

Chapter Links: [ONE] | [TWO] | [THREE] | [FOUR]

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Sam's snores are what wake up Bucky that morning. He had never been a heavy sleeper; not since what Hydra did to him. Sleep tended to bring nightmares. However, ever since he had settled in Wakanda, the nightmares had begun to cease.

So, being able to sleep again, Bucky enjoyed that time. What he did not enjoy, was his teammate's snores awakening him at five in the morning.

Steve had slept on a spare bed in the cockpit, while Natasha had taken one of the two rooms. The other room that Sam and Bucky has taken, identical to her's, except for the bunk bed filling the small space.

Bucky and Sam had already dreaded sleeping in the same room, due to their tendency to bicker amongst each other constantly. Sleep had come quick, however, without too many teases and harsh words exchanged.

Until now.

"Sam," Bucky drones out, glaring at the top bunk. When there is no response, he says it a bit louder, however, Sam remains asleep, his snores only loundening. "Sam, wake up," Bucky gently nudges the mattress above him, though no luck prevails.

Finally, frustrated with his outcomes, Bucky punches the mattress with his newly Vibranium arm.

"Oof!" Sam grunts as he flies up a few inches, falling off of the bed and a few feet down to the metal floor. Bucky smirks down at the sight, enjoying seeing his fellow teammate in pain. "What the hell was that for?!" Sam bursts groggily, glaring daggers at the super soldier.

"You snore like a tank," Bucky snaps, raising a brow. "I couldn't sleep."

"So you punched me with your damn arm?!"

"You wouldn't wake up; had to make sure you didn't fall into a coma," Bucky smirks, turning on his side. Sam glares at the brunette, before slyly turning to his wrist band and typing a few codes into it. Redwing, which had been on the side table, beeps to life.

"Go get im', buddy," Sam whispers, quickly standing up and removing himself from the path of fire. Immediately, the small machine flies towards Bucky and rams itself into his back.

"What the fu- Sam!" Bucky growls, springing up from his bed. Sam simply smiles in amusement as he directs the small bird like machine in attacks, dodging Bucky's arm as he swings it.

It isn't until a banging on their door that the machine retreats back to Sam's side. Bucky straightens up, his brown locks a wild mess around his head. Sending one last dirty glare directed at Sam, he pulls down on the crumpled green t-shirt he wears and opens the door.

On the other side awaits a scowling Natasha, her full lips pursed and arms crossed over her chest.

"What the hell are you two idiots doing?" She snaps, narrowing her green eyes at Sam, who sits cross legged on his bed. He gives the red head a small smile and waves sheepishly.

"Sam was snoring," Bucky responds, shrugging.

"And as a response, cyborg here thought it was smart to punch me with his arm."

"Yeah, well, you got your bird thing to attack me."

"Shut up," Natasha mumbles, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You're both morons. I honestly think that Spider kid might have been more mature than the two of you combined. Making me rethink Team Cap at this point."

"I would hope not," Steve comes up behind them, dressed in a white tank top and crumpled jeans, covering a yawn. "Everything okay, here?"

"Fine," All three answer in unison, Natasha rolling her eyes as Bucky and Sam exchange cold looks.

"Well, if everyone is awake, I think now would be a good time to talk about a plan. Meeting in the control room in ten minutes."

Steve turns to return to the cockpit while Natasha her room. Sam grabs a few articles of clothing and side steps Bucky to get a headstart on the bathroom, leaving Bucky to change in private.

Ten minutes later, Natasha is the only one, besides Steve, to arrive to the control room. Steve looks up, his tank top replaced for a white t-shirt, brown boots on his feet. The soldier remains hunched over a table, holographic images floating above it.

"Where are the other two?" Steve questions, raising a brow. Natasha scoffs, flipping her red curls over a shoulder.

"Probably somewhere being disappointments. Solid plan putting them in the same room, by the way," Natasha sarcastically retorts. A hint of a smirk appears on the Captain's lips.

"Not my smartest idea, huh? Thought maybe I could get them to bond," He shrugs.

"Yeah, I'm sure Redwing did a whole lot of bonding with his back," Sam remarks, grinning as he enters the room. Bucky follows shortly after, glaring at the back of Sam's head.

"What took you two so long?" Natasha asks, raising a curious brow.

"He took forever in the bathroom fixing the hair he doesn't have," Bucky replies, retreating to a corner and leaning against the wall. Sam rolls his dark eyes, shaking his head.

"Man, not everyone is tryin' to be a shampoo model."

"I hate you."

Steve sighs loudly, earning an amused look from the only female of the four. To assist her friend, she pulls a throwing knife from her pocket and swings it directly in the space between Bucky and Sam, the weapon making a soft, thud, against the wall as it makes contact.

Immediately, the two allies quiet down, eyes wide in shock by the sudden interruption.

"If you two are done acting like you're auditioning for the next, Dumb and Dumber movie, it'd be great to tend to the problem at hand."

"I'm starving. Can we tend to that problem?" Sam mumbles, plopping down in a seat and crossing his arms over his chest. Steve tosses a granola bar to everyone, along with a bottle of water, before quickly turning back to the table.

"Okay, now that we've tended to everyone's needs," The leader gives a pointed look to his two best friends. "We need come up with a game plan."

"We don't have one?" Bucky questions, raising a brow. Had he known that this team was so ill prepared for a mission this portentous, he would have been a bit more cautious on leaving his secluded home in Wakanda.

"We have information," Natasha begins, stepping beside Steve and typing into the keyboard. A series of photos float above the screen, while Natasha only picks one out of them to showcase. An average sized man with blonde hair and brown eyes appears, exiting a convenience store. "This is Dr. Roman Dimochka, Russian scientist who had been one of Hydra's top while under Alexander Pierce's leadership; guy even had a say in Project Insight."

The red head stops for a moment to make sure everyone is paying close attention, before flicking to a second image. This one shows a bright violet liquid laying in a syringe.

"He was also the creator of this. Well, re-creator. Arnim Zola had made it, until the last bit of it got wiped out. And this guy saw it smart to remake it. When our S.H.I.E.L.D team was able to infiltrate Hydra's bases, we came across this. Didn't think much of it, but after we got it popped under a microscope, we discovered it has components that don't even exist on our periodic table."

"What do you mean?" Sam asks through a mouthful of food.

"We think... it may have the ability to give powers. Not on it's own, no," Natasha's green eyes snap to Bucky, who is still retreated in the corner. "But with a similar process of what they did to you, Barnes, it is very possible."

Bucky's breath halts in his throat as the words leave her mouth. There was no denying that he knew what they were dealing with- or at least the echo of it.

"Buck?" Steve questions softly. "What's wrong?"

"Noth-" Bucky stops when Natasha gives him a cold look, urging the information out of him. He sighs, and changes his words. "While I was in Hydra, I heard some whispers going around about a weapon- a person- who is somewhat like me. But stronger, in every sense of the word. It was all just talk, though," His pale eyes flicker to Natasha. "That's all I know. They were careful about what to say around me."

The two assassins stare each other down, the younger of the two practically feeling the lies wafting off of the other. Natasha knows Bucky didn't exactly lie, per se, however he didn't tell them the full truth of it either.

"So, what you're saying, is, we gotta deal with another Winter Soldier, but on superpower steroids?" Sam groans, rubbing his eyes. "Man, I miss the days when we were just taking down spies."

"Ditto," Steve agrees, scratching the back of his head. His brows lower down over blue eyes, confusions striking his features.

"Something wrong?" Natasha questions, opening her water bottle and downing a few sips.

"Yeah," Steve mumbles quietly, shaking his head. "If Hydra has decided they want to rise once again, then who's leading them?"

"Could it be the scientist?" Sam questions, leaning forward. Bucky shakes his head at that.

"I remember Dr. Dimochka- guy's not much of a leader. He rarely ever made an appearance out of his lab unless it was necessary."

"Any leaders Hydra has ever had, are dead," Steve says quietly. "Last time I checked in with Coulson, his team went against Hydra a couple of times-"

"Did they?" Natasha snorts, amused at the thought of some of their rookie agents taking care of Hydra. Steve nods grimly.

"They did. Last known leader was Grant Ward- dead."

Bucky's face pales slightly at the thought of someone taking over Hydra. It could be anyone; the role of leader was a popular one. However, in the wrong hands, Hydra could bring the world to hell, more than they were already destined to.

[deadpooly]

Iron Man Bingo 2019

4 times Tony and Clint kissed each other as a joke and the one time it was definitely a real kiss.

“Hey Birdbrain, did you make coffee?” Tony asked the archer as he walked into the room and he smelled the bitter scent of coffee. Even though coffee barley has a scent.

“Yep, used a garbage bag as a filter and made it with dirt.” Clint said as he watched Tony take a huge gulp from his mug and basically ascend into heaven.

“I could literally kiss you right now.” Tony said as he continued to finish the mug. He obviously had a rough night.

“Well I mean, nobody’s stopping you right now.” Clint shrugged. He was turned around to the grill scrambling some eggs because yes, even though he puts up a dumb act he can very much function and live. Example would be making Tony coffee for once.

So Clint stood there scrambling his eggs when he felt lips touch his cheek and he nearly burst out laughing. It was slightly wet and soft on his cheek. Of course Tony actually kissed him. If you make the man coffee you would definitely get something in return.

This was the first kiss he received from Tony Stark and since those are rare nowadays he will cherish them and keep a count.

He was at one so far.

OoOoOoOoOoO

The second time Clint actually kissed Tony while on a mission, he did it as a distraction. Nat said it works wonders, so why not give it a shot.

Steve and Nat were in the right wing of the Hydra base while Thor and Bruce where on the outside. The main mission being to get intel and the required information before they tore down the base from the inside out. So far this has proved to be faster than their regular way of taking down a Hydra base and much easier. However the only problem being Tony Stark who was wearing as much of a disguise as he could to not be recognized.

So Clint was in a disgusting Hydra uniform they snagged off of some agent and Tony is in some scientists get up and those pants should not be able to make his ass look that good, but here we are.

Clint is also pretty confident that he wont be recognized because he likes to lay low with every mission he does regardless of if its on tv or not, that's the point of being a spy for a secret organization.

So Clint and Tony silently were walking side by side when Tony’s enhanced hearing technology heard a few agents and security mumblr stuff about suspicious figures lurking around the base, and of course descriptions perfectly matched what they were wearing.

“Hm, that’s not a good sign is it?” Clint asked pointing to a few agents rounding the far corner, they were far enough that Clint could definitely form some plan.

“Yep, not looking to good. Any plans Birdbrain?” Tony asked turning around to walk the other way while Clint followed them only to see a few more agents coming from the other end of the hall.

“Alright, I have an idea but you might not like it.” Clint started and he grabbed Tony’s arms and dragged him to the side of the hall into a small corner and they stood there. “Nat says it works wonders with Hydra.”

“Well? What is it? We appear to be running out of time here.” Tony whisper shouted at Clint.

“I'm gonna kiss you right now.” Clint replied and put Tony into the corner.

“Why? Not that im against the idea.” Tony asked he just let CLint push him into the corner and followed the archers movements because he had more experience dealing with Hydra face to face than he did.

“Because public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable.” Clint said before the Hydra agents got too close and he locked his lips with Tony.

Tony was shocked at first but he wasn't totally against the idea so he started kissing back, it was mild. Nothing to serious and they stayed stuck together until they were sure that the Hydra scumbags were gone.

Once Clint could hear their footsteps disappear he pulled away from Tony with a satisfied smirk and started walking down the hall to their original destination.

“Not too bad honey cakes.” Clint whistled and laughed because of Tony’s surprised face.

“Not that it wasn't nice, but did Natasha really tell you that?” Tony questioned once they got close to the main science and informations lab.

“Yep, she used it on Cap.” he answered Tony’s question as he watched Tony start to hack the door lock. 

“Hm, I bet Cap seemed to really like that tactic” Tony said with sarcasm lacing his voice.

“Oh yeah he loved it. Wanna try it again? Some Hydra asshole might be tailing us.” Clint joked the suggestion.

“Definitely wouldn't shoot down the idea, but maybe later little birdy.” Tony grinned at Clint while he blasted the door open to the lab.

OoOoOoOoOoO

The third time Tony and Clint shared a kiss it was because Tony just came in with a new upgrade idea and how else could Clint repay the genius. It wasn't totally out of character for Tony to randomly be bubbly and just have a huge invention spree so Clint didn't really mind and Tony didn't care what his teammates thought about him being happy. Honestly though, Clint never was objecting any time spent with the genius when he has his little science sparks in the lab that may need his assistance, since he seems to be the only one who would actually joke back with him and share the fun while on missions or just watching a movie on the couch.

Tony was just walking through the tower holding his stark pad and scrolling though some tech ideas and those kind of things. He saw Natasha with Steve in the gym, Bruce was in the lab and Thor just left to go visit Jane. So this leaves his favorite sniper and snark buddy to probably be somewhere either in the vents or the kitchen.

And as always, Tony was right. He found their resident archer sitting on the counter eating corn pops out of the box. Tony wanted to laugh at how childish it looked but it was also adorable so he just rolled his eyes and continued towards the bird themed hero.

“Hey birdy.” he greeted.

“My knight in shining armour.” Clint easily replied with a smooth tone.

“I just got a restock in my lab and can build a few more things and since you are my second favorite-” Tony started to talk before Clint cut him off.

“Hey, why not your first?” Clint complained.

“Because Captain America hero worship doesn't really change when you are a child no matter how hard you tried to grow out of it.” Tony stuck out his hand asking for some of the dry cereal Clint seemed to be enjoying and he pointed the box towards the billionaire and he stuck his hand in to take a few corn pops and pop them into his mouth.

“Makes sense I guess.” he shrugged and he jumped off of the counter top so he was looking over Tony’s shoulder onto his stark pad. “Woah, is that the new design for my bow?” he awed at the design on the screen.

“Yep, got a lighter frame and technology to make shots more powerful and accurate.” Tony said swiping through and typing notes on the screen. “Not that you would need that anyways right legolas?” he said and Clint rolled his eyes and squeezed Tony’s shoulders while giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Thanks for the stuff. I’ll probably come down to your cool toy zone in about an hour.” Clint grabbed a bagel from the bread basket that was sitting out and he walked out of the room.

OoOoOoOoOoO

The fourth time Tony was kind of expecting it, the joking kisses between him and Clint were fun and expected and loose with no arguments or awkwardness. They were playing games in the common room with the other avengers and it was Mario Kart so everyone was feeling super competitive currently. Tony wanted to scoff at Clint who still thought he was the best at Mario Kart. Of course to settle things they placed a bet. If Tony won, which he always does, Clint has to walk around in booty shorts that say “I love Tony Stark” across the ass and declare him as the best Mario Kart player in the world. Clint was totally joking about what he gets if he wins but he said “A big wet kiss on the lips and a custom made big golden trophy that said “Hawkeye owns Tony Stark's ass” which yes everyone knows seems immature but Tony just laughed and declared the bet to go on.

Natasha was on the floor leaning against the couch and Clint sat on the couch above her. Tony was on the other side of the long couch with his legs crossed and Steve, Thor and Bruce were scattered throughout the room sitting in random positions. 

“I swear to shit if you get the blue shell.” Tony started to threaten when he saw Clint hit a rainbow item box. Lucky for him he only got a red shell, which knocked a CPU out of his way. They were playing the rainbow bridge level and when Thor saw it he was amused and brought up the idea that they should sometimes go racing on the rainbow bridge in Asgard.

“Im gonna get a blue shell on the next one.” Clint said with determination on his face. He was in second and Tony was right in front of him but their speeds were matching and Clint needed to find a way to get in front fast. “Hey Nat, im gonna get a blue shell next right?” he asked the redhead who sat below him.

“Yep.” 

“Awesome!” Clint smirked at Tony. “Your gonna lose.” he taunted. “Everything Nat says is right.”

“Oh shit!” Tony yelled when Clint got a blue shell and launched it at Tony. Tony however had the horn and right before the shell hit him he activated the horn and it stopped the shell form hitting him. “Ha ha! Yes! You are so going to lose Katniss.” but right as he was about to cross the finish line one of the CPU’s must have gotten a blue shell because one second before Tony won his character was hit and Clint raced past him and won the game.

“YES! I'm the best!” Clint threw his arms up in the air and stuck his tongue out at Tony who only rolled his eyes with a grin and quickly moved across the couch so he was in Clint’s space.

Since Clint won the bet it was required for Tony to give him a big smooch of victory so that's exactly what he did. It was long, it was loud and it was probably much more enjoyable that Tony would have thought. So this bet was probably more of a win-win situation for him.

Tony was using the couch armrests to hold himself up and Clint just wrapped his hand around the back of Tony’s neck to keep him there. They both were laughing into the kiss and when they pulled apart their giggles turned into loud bursts of cackling.

OoOoOoOoOoO

Tony could always remember the fifth time they kissed. They were in his lab and Tony was finishing some work on the trophy and when he held it up to look at it he gave a satasfied smirk to Clint as he tossed the trophy over.

“Hm, maybe you do own my ass.” he decided to say.

“I sure would like to. Have you seen it?” Clint smiled at the trophy then at Tony and walked over. “I mean, I wouldn't mind wearing those booty shorts you planned on putting me in if I lost.” he suggested with a devious grin.

“Are you implying something Birdbrain?” Tony asked looking at him quizzically.

“Mayhaps. It’s been four smooches late hm?” Clint laughed as he leaned over and pecked Tony on the cheek. Tony totally thought that their game was going to end here and they would make it official so he was totally taken aback when Clint’s lips didn't land on his own.

“Hey! I thought you were a marksman!” Tony grabbed Clint’s arms before he could leave with the trophy.

“I never miss.” he replied with a cocky tony lacing his voice.

“Um, yeah you just did. Totally missed the only target that matters.” Tony said and his hand made its way to grasp at Clint’s shirt collar and bring him in closer.

“Impossib-” CLint was going to say before he was cut off by Tony pulling him in and laying a long kiss on his lips. Clint turned his head and started to kiss back and nip at the geniuses lips before he pulled back.

“Yep, im going to need those booty shorts.” Clint said before hoisting the trophy over his head and walking out of the lab.

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

Consider: Danny Phantom and Laika, the space ghost dog

Sorry this took me so long to answer, I was sick for a while. But anyways. You. I like the way you think. Hey Anon, I don’t know who you are, but you have earned my undying love. I want to, will, and already have married you.

I have so many emotions after I considered this and really, I can’t help myself when it comes to screaming about space. So here are my considerations (also shhh im ignoring some science facts for the purpose of telling the story)

Also, please take a look at this wonderful art made by the lovely @wolfsongroar because it inspired the ending to this drabble

::

Danny didn’t exactly remember how or when he first heard of the dog.

He had been young, a little innocent kid so easily starstruck by anything dealing with the idea of space. The kid often went on conquests for information and his parents were always too happy to help their future little scientist. It was probably a children’s book or magazine. He recalled learning the name of the first satellite put into orbit - courtesy of Russia - Sputnik. He learned of Sputnik II, the famous vessel that brought the first animal into orbit.

At the time, the young Danny Fenton knew there was a dog but something bad happened to it. The article was put into simpler, glorified terms aimed for a younger audience, essentially saying the dog died peacefully after a week in space.

The reality of what happened to the dog - Laika - didn’t escape his sharp mind. But young Danny Fenton didn’t quite get the concept of death quite then. Such an idea terrified him, and the poor little compassionate soul was scared for the dog.

The memory of crying in his parent’s laps while having death explained to him was gone but never quite forgotten in the flurry of childhood.

::

At age fourteen, he became painfully familiar with the concept of death. It still terrified him. This was a memory that was always haunting the edges of his every thought.

It was the push of a button that changed things for Danny, and he would never forget.

He was panicked, a bolt of something stronger than anxiety took over Danny’s being. He wanted to run. Strange sounds, strange lights, and strange sensations were too overwhelming. Try all he wanted, but Danny couldn’t move.

His muscles were seized in a literal death grip on a piece of loose wiring. He touched it by pure chance and now he was wishing this jumpsuit was made of some sort of insulator. An incomplete circuit or some broken wiring, that was the problem with the portal, he realized just too late. The electricity caused all of his muscles to seize, he couldn’t move.  Now his body was at the mercy of his environment. Hell, the electricity was probably cooking his body as he stood there.

His heart hadn’t even been beating when a bolt of pure ectoplasm had hit him in the back of the head.

Danny’s mind had been moving a mile a minute as it happened. Everything was too hot, the air was a coarse poison. At least the sparks were pretty, they remind him of the stars.

CRACK.

::

Nothing had been the same since.

He obsessed over things. He was always depressed or tired or angry or on the verge of tears. He scared everybody (intentionally or not) he knew and they now bend over backwards as to not set the ghost off. Even dogs were scared of him.

This lost, tainted taste of humanity made him upset. This was nothing he wanted.

And on nights like this, when he wished he wasn’t some sort of half breed that shouldn’t exist, he liked to distract his mind and dwell on happier times.

He was reading something online about Laika.

And it wasn’t a happy or valiant story as that children’s book portrayed it to be.

Newspapers and other public sources of the time said that the dog lasted a week and went relatively peacefully. Later on, the actual details were released. The reality was the dog was alive in Space for a few hours at the most.

And now Danny knew it was far from peaceful.

That fact made Danny’s heart hurt. It made his core ache in sympathy.

Laika had been a stray they took off the street, trained to stay in tiny spaces, undergoing various tests that astronauts go through. A ship was no place for a dog.

Something went wrong. She quickly died of stress. She quickly died of overheating. The scientists didn’t expect her to last more than four days in the first place. She had been left completely at the mercy of a cruel and unforgiving environment.

And maybe he was grasping at straws, but Danny couldn’t help but to think of how similar his own death was.

He cried.

::

Space was an interesting place.

It was terrifying, cold, eerie, beautiful and peaceful. It seemed to be too much to describe or handle, it always contradictory.

He loved it

And Space always had an interesting effect on him - namely his ghostly mind.

The first time he visited had been due to an accident with a new teleportation power. And that was one of the few accidents that lead to some good in his life.

Space made his ghost half feel… completed? There was no good word for it. That place brought back a childish happiness that he thought had been long dead, it felt good. The ghostly parts of him that liked to obsess Latched onto this and made him visit as often as he could.

Later he would find out it was because of his last thoughts. Years later, Danny would find that he couldn’t exactly recall his last thoughts, but if they were about Space then it didn’t surprise him.

Danny had a small collection of souvenirs going, which also made his ghost half happy. A few space rocks he thought looked neat, two tiny bolts, and a piece of a broken solar panel.

The space junk as interesting. Though hard to come by in the sheer enormity of Space, he loved to look at it and for it. One of Danny’s favorite fun facts was of a spatula being lost in space. He would love to find it one day.

Sam and Tuck compare his new collection to that of a bird who collects shiny things. He tells them to shut up.

And while being up there makes him happy, Danny still feels somewhat unsatisfied. At the end of the day, he still has to return home before curfew and he still has to deal with being inhuman. Half the time it’s like putting a bandaid on a wound that needs stitches. It’s like going to Disneyland when you have depression.

Looking at the trash at leasts gets his mind off of things.

It was by pure chance he stumbled upon another ghost in Space.

He was initially lured in by wreckage of a cone-shaped satellite (or capsule? He wasn’t sure what was a better word for it). But oh wow… he hasn’t come across anything quite like this yet. Fascinating! When Danny’s mind became fixated on the celestial trash, he manages to forget everything, just for a bit.

The contraption is larger than him, and he isn’t sure of what to do with it. His mind not-so-helpfully offered the idea of taking it home. That wouldn’t work. Probably. Maybe he would try it but he needs to know more first. The cold metal surface seems to have been worn down by the (nonexistent) environment. He flew closer, maybe there would be some identifying mark.

The last thing Danny expected to happen was for his ghost sense to go off.

The innocent wonder and fascination were gone in a snap. Back were those guarded and aggressive fighting behaviors that he associated with cold lungs. He was unsettled. This was supposed to be his little safe place, no ghosts should be here. After glancing around and seeing nobody, his stance dropped by just the slightest bit.

His eyes were once again trained on the satellite in a suspicious, untrusting gaze.

Something in the back of his mind was itching, though. Despite himself, Danny’s suspicion was melting away into something akin to thoughtfulness and curiosity. It was the satellite. Maybe the Itself vessel was a ghost? Concepts, possessions, and structures have the potential to crossover into the Ghost Zone and be classified as undead. In this case, he doubted that theory.

A satellite with a ghost on it?

He finally touched the cold metal, not really affected by the temperature. He wished there was sound in space, though. The action felt incomplete without some sort of thumping noise.  Nothing happened. He further hesitated before phasing his head in near the top, his personal otherworldly glow lit up what he saw. Wires and electronics. Lovely. He continued to slowly work his way down, marveling at the technology.

On some level, Danny knew it was coming. Regardless, the boy wasn’t prepared for when he came eye to eye with a starry ghost dog.

Both ghosts were transfixed.

Danny didn’t even realise he had phased a hand in until the ghost dog had gotten up from a resting position. But the halfa’s eyes gazed to the floor of the small pod, past the legs of the ghost and to the mess on the floor-

Startled, he phased his head out, forcibly putting space between himself and what was in there.

He couldn’t get his mind off of it. He couldn’t get his body to stop shaking. His arms were clasped tight around his body in some attempt of self comfort. A anxiety attack of some sort is what Jazz would tell him what was happening. It didn’t matter, though.

Danny never did good with seeing the aftermath of death. And that? He had reasons for trying not to cry in Space but things were already difficult, that is close to pushing him over the edge. This was supposed to be his solitary corner of reality. The halfa continued with his internal war.

But a little wet nudge on his cheek brought him out of that headspace. There was some ice on his cheek, but Danny didn’t give it any mind.

He cracked open one eye - not even realising they were closed - and there was the starry mutt. ’Laika’, some part of his mind whispered.

Danny didn’t dare to move one bit, only staring. Dogs didn’t like him very much anymore, he reminded himself. But…The mutt was wagging her tail, and little bits of stardust were flung with it. The dog had not run away yet.

Danny reached a hand to it.

Laika didn’t flinch like other dogs he tried to pet. To his delight, she leaned into his gloved hands. And the dog didn’t protest one but as he brought the ghost into his arms.

Both of their cores were pulsing, in something akin to a mutual understanding.

He heald Laika for a while longer. Danny tried not to cry in Space. His tears had the terrible habit of freezing in his eyes and it was often a painful ordeal.

Still, the tears came.

[bubblepunk99s]

Amara

Dust motes danced in the airy light of Anis’ study as he shifted through a storm of essences.

He had called his desk an ‘aromatic apothecary’. Amara had dubbed it a ‘scent bench’. Racks of essence bottles curved around him as he furiously scribbled formulas on to wafers of paper. Occasionally he would un-cork one, releasing a burst of scent that filled the room before dissipating just as quickly- rose oil, hyacinth, slowly burning sandalwood, even that metal stench Amara had always associated with the Void gates back home. Anis would take stock of it then return to his scribbling.

Another uncorking. A fierce note of burning pepper-bush flooded Amara’s nostrils. Then it was gone. More scribbling.

“That was a good one.”  

“Hmm.” Anis sounded unconvinced. “Bit too overpowering, might need a modifier, maybe a citrus ester or a floral one. But that’s in my rayiha so I’ve been told and I don’t think it’s very becoming of me to aim for a signature just yet...”

He continued on in this manner. Amara really didn’t mind. She’d learned a lot over the past week thanks to Anis’ ramblings- his role as a student in the school of extracting (itself part of the house of sciences) the nature of his craft, the Soljin’s nature as part of a greater whole- one of four peoples that had split apart from days spent as Void-wandering nomads, different in many ways but bound by the faith that had united them so long ago- the faith of midãd, the pursuit of the divine substance. Anis considered his work to be the greatest expression of that history, crafting multi-layered scents from countless differing essences.

“So, how’s your work coming along?”

“Oh.” Rising herself from her stupor, Amara glanced back at her sketches. Though Anis had provided a desk to study at right next to a disused alembic, her mind had been elsewhere. It was with Tia and the others now searching for ingredients in the shops and markets. Ingredients for Met’s...treatment.

“Something is in you.” She had said to her, sitting her down in the lovers’ small home. “Call it a baran, call it kaba, call it whatever you like. Just know it isn’t getting out unless we force it out.”

“A...” Amara remembered. “The bolt.”

“Yes, the bolt. The one you were struck by. It came from the god-grounds.”

“You knew about that?!” Tia had been aghast

“I sensed something in her when we shook hands. You telling me about the storm destroying your district confirmed my suspicions. Why do you think I chose to let you stay after your friend’s treatment?”

“So, you were keeping things from us.” Udana said. “Why should we trust you now?”

“It’s not about trust. It’s about necessity. You think the wights you met in the desert were bad? Whatever’s in you now is far older, far darker. I don’t know how it got into you but I know I’m the only one in this city that can get it out. You need more than a doctor, you need someone who understands the dead.”

Silence. Then Khedes had spoken up.

“We can help you.”

“Amara?”

Amara blinked. “Sorry... just thinking about-”

“About your condition?”

She nodded. Setting his work aside, Anis came up and laid a hand on her shoulder. Thankfully he wasn’t shocked back 10 meters.

“I’m sorry I can’t help you more. That way you wouldn’t have to rely on that frightful pair.” He rubbed his neck. “If only I could be more like En-Kindi.”

“Who?”

“En-Kindi, the founder of the school of extracting, part of the house of sciences first master’s council. He could do everything: perfume, metallurgy, astronomy, cryptography. A true polymath! He once said that “time exists only with motion.  Body with motion, motion with body. If there is motion there is necessarily body, if there is body there is necessarily motion.”

“How does that relate to all my problems?”

“It means if you keep moving forward then things will definitely work out in the end!”

They both chuckled at that. Then awkward silence resumed.

“You know” Anis continued. “He also said we should devote ourselves to the truth. Always keep looking for it, even if it came from peoples distant and nations different from us. I think he approve of you coming all the way out here...and that he would want me to help you.”

Amara gave a gentle, tired smile. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

Anis smiled back. He was about to say something more when suddenly there was a wrapping at the door. Perplexed, he went and opened it. He returned with a small wooden box. Lifting its lid revealed 4 small perfume bottles and a note with 4 words in the Soljinn script written on it. Amara recognised them as street names.

Anis’ smile faded.

“Come on. Time I showed you the other part of my job.”

Kuru’s house of sciences was an alternating mix of interior and exterior spaces. Shadowed hallways would lead to fragrant courtyards bordered by rounded pillars of Aban-Sad stone. Its student body a mix of promising young scholars swelled by the patronage of established academics and those who had been sent by less established families to rise through scholarship and intellectual endeavour. Anis was one such student.

“Wish you could have seen things when everyone was here. Boys would wear off-world jeans under their work robes. We dared each other to flip them up when to get a glimpse of what style they were trying out.”

“Did you really?”

Anis blinked. “Please don’t assume every strapping young Soljinn man is as socially awkward as me.”

That of course had changed with the Corvus’ arrival. The school was backed by public funding, along with that of the social elite- bankers, merchants and military officers. When the Corvus assumed command that wellspring quickly dried up. Students and teachers alike dropped out, some seeking to get jobs as translators and scientists, others hurling themselves against the walls of the Nest in protest.

So now the school Amara walked through was a ghost of its former self. A time when the sound of scratching pens on paper and all manner of scientific, philosophical and theological discourse that fell under the banner of falsafa- Natural studies- filled the air. A time when so many Rayihas joined together it was hard to tell when one person’s soul ended and another’s began.

“That’s one sad story.” Amara said sympathetically, as they head out through the school’s main embossed arch.

“Not half as sad as where we’re going, I’m afraid.”

Where they were headed was a street in the city’s old quarter. En-Yaqut it was called, the birthplace of some of the city’s finest biographers and renowned for its scroll-stores, literary cafes and abundant collections of ornate manuscripts. After all, was it not said that the ink of the quill was holier than the blood of the martyr?

Amara couldn’t see that beauty now. As they followed the street downhill, the air began to smell of smoke. Shutters covered the front of shops, emblazoned with graffiti of a bird spreading its wings between two trees. A young boy flicked rocks at these shutters, which quickly burst into flames, alighted by security lasers.

“Oh no...”

Amara turned to see what Anis was looking at. Standing at a bend in the road was a charred husk of a building. It looked like it had come from Amara’s ruined district, though it stood alone instead of being surrounded by others like it. A crowd had gathered, some dousing the charred walls with water jets.

“Not Shaba...”

“You!” An old woman cried, in black robes with embroiled cuffs. “You from the house?”

“I am... I am.” Anis confirmed. “Please Shaba...the owner of this place...he isn’t...”

The lady shook her head. “Some of his clients were translators for the Corvus. A fight broke out over it and then the fire started. He didn’t survive.”

Anis fell to his knees, his breathing ragged. Amara knelt with him.

“A friend?”

He nodded shakily.

Amara didn’t need to know any more. But she needed to snap Anis out of this.

“Anis, we came here to do something. Do you remember?

Another nod. With trembling hands, he took out one of the vials and poured its contents on to the ground, murmuring what sounded like a prayer under his breath.

Slowly a rayiha surrounded them. It smelled like drying paint and fresh parchment. Amara almost thought she saw it, as a hazy silhouette of a man standing before them.

Anis seemed to glimpse it to.

“You always were so accepting, Shaba.” He turned to the woman. “Make sure the Clerics find his body and give it the rites. We have others to see to.”

He then swerved back up the way they had come. Amara nearly had to run to keep up with him.

“Perfumes are an accompaniment to someone’s soul. Naturally they can be used to guide and heal lost ones. When a body is prepared for the rites, we provide perfumes to guide the rayiha back to it.”

He gave Amara a gentle, tired smile.

“The house of sciences may be fading, but that line of work keeps me occupied a lot nowadays.”

Why had they come?

To dethrone tyrants of course! The rulers of Kuru had become depraved and needed removing. Had they not rounded up dissident scholars, removed them from public office? Had they not charged exorbitant fees for the stone of Kuru, exploiting them over the years? Had they not acted to the detriment of every non-Soljinn in the city and punished those who practiced tolerance? Men like Shaba?

“Well that was a fucking lie.” Anis growled.

The Corvus’ defeat of these men- the feared mihna lawgivers- had been like something of out of a legend. The air had suddenly filled with white light. Spears of it leapt down to strike the lawgivers palace. Then ship after ship had floated down to continue the assault.

Such talk there had been! Anti-regime cells had gathered in the coffee shops whispering of plans that would never see fulfillment. Some wrote and translated advisory letters to the Corvus, others hoped that translation schools would be built to speed negotiations between the people and the invaders.

Such dreams- of translation, of communication- had died swiftly when the Corvus demonstrated how they translated with their first routine survey.

So, the days went on. Anti-Corvus groups making a scene, the Corvus themselves appearing out of nowhere to make a bigger mess of it. Men like Shaba- known for his tolerance of all peoples and the generosity of his spirit- killed in the crossfire, while others like Anis trailed after the violence, hoping to help in whatever way they could.

“So, you still don’t know why they are here?” Amara asked. By the time they reached the House of Science’s entrance the sun was setting. A day spent attending similar sites to the one on En-Yaqut street had left her drained. She would need to talk to Tia tonight.

“Don’t know don’t care.” Anis’ voice had seemed to age over the day, becoming as rough as Met’s at times “I’m just trying to survive.”

Just trying to survive. Made her little treasure hunt seem silly by comparison. Then Amara reminded herself she was doing it to help her own people survive as well.

Turning to the path to Met’s house, Amara thought about the violence she had seen here- how it could spread so easily to her own home, how many homes it had already taken. She thought about the artefacts lying discarded in the God-grounds and the wreckage of Shaba’s slowly burning shop.

As she did, the taste of electricity filled her mouth and goosebumps spread across her skin.

[gncharlie]

Imagine when Charlie wants to go visit England with the Scientist and he meet his family but he's had such a hard time even leaving the city, much less leaving the country. They have to practice leaving the city a couple of times and take it slow. They buy so much cheese at the airport and hold hands on the plane and the Scientist just does everything he can to keep Charlie calm. This won't be easy but it's something Charlie really wants to do and he wants to show Charlie his home.

!!!!!!!!! dude that is so cutteeeee!!!!!! and idk why but him being a science nerd he would probably try to give charlie those pass out pills so he can sleep during the whole ride and just wake up in England, but like maybe the pills don’t work on charlie and he wakes up halfway through the flight in which the science babe has to hold his hand real tight and soothe him down from his hysterical ‘where are we? im a giant bird??! take me back to philly! i can’t leave philly!!’until it’s just charlie curled up against the science babe, head on his chest listening to his calm voice and the steady rhythm of his heart, feeling small and warm with science babe's hand rubbing soothing circles on his back, whispering 'its okay, just go to sleep, get some rest and i’ll wake you when we land, it’s going to be alright im right here’ :“”“”((( FACK!

[bannerswife]

Blind Date - Bruce Banner x Reader

Title: Blind Date

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader (female)

Warnings: None

Summary: Tony is set on getting Bruce a girl, so Tony secretly sets up a blind date with the reader who he thinks would be the perfect match for Bruce.

Word Count: 1423

Authors Note: Ah i hope this is alright but omg thank u all sm for my last one shot of Bruce i posted. i didn't think it’d get even half the amount of notes it got so thank u and i hope u enjoy this one! <3

"Are you meaning to tell me you haven't gotten yourself laid since your little incident?" Tony stated, as he and Bruce both walked into their lab in the tower. 

Tony couldn't imagine a lifestyle where he couldn't have some fun, let alone not have sex. It’d be a nightmare come true. "Uh- yeah, I mean I can't otherwise- you know-" "Yeah, you turn all big and green from excitement, but man! I can't bring myself to think what you're going through. Must be tough." Bruce went quickly to the first thing he laid his eyes on to distract himself from the current conversation, hopefully signalling Tony he wanted to drop it all together. "Have you ever tried? I mean, going on a date with some girl." Tony asked, leaning on the table Bruce was at, not leaving him alone for a second.

Of course he wasn't going to drop it, what was bruce even thinking. He wasn't going to let it down easy. "I did. But I couldn't do it. I put her at so much risk I had to leave. Now can we please stop talking about this?" Bruce ringed his hands out, a little habit he picked up whenever he was stressed or anxious. "Not until I get you a girl big guy, you deserve a win and I'm going to get you one." Tony walked next to bruce, putting a hand on his stiff shoulder. "Tony, no, please, I can't-" Bruce shrugged Tony's hand off his shoulder, walking to another desk. "Please, can you just drop the subject?" he snapped, his head hanging low as he fiddled with something on the desk. "Alright, alright, pull up the brakes, conversation officially dropped." Tony assured, with a devilish smirk written across his face as he got out his phone, and texted a long old friend of his. You were an ex of Tony's, obviously it didn't work out but you still remained pretty good friends afterwards, keeping in somewhat close contact. Tony texted you that he wanted to hang out with you tonight to 'catch up'. You replied almost instantly with a 'yeah sure, that'd be great', making tony smile even brighter. "Hey Bruce do you wanna go out and get some drinks tonight? Awesome, see you tonight at 7 - sharp, at that restaurant down the road!" Tony was out of the lab before Bruce even had a chance to reply. "And wear something nice!" He heard his science friend yell out, causing him to shake his head with a soft confused laugh. "Alright, Tony," He said more to himself, as he stared at the now empty lab.

Bruce looked at himself in the mirror pondering if what he was wearing was considered ‘nice’ in Tony’s dictionary, at least he thought it somewhat was. it was a dark grey suit that hugged his figure amazingly, with a nice deep blue tie.

Honestly he had no idea what exactly his friend was up to but he knew he deserved a night out to take his mind off things. He could only take so much before he completely goes insane with the amount of work he does on a daily. So surely this little outing won't hurt. "Okay- nice. I'm sure this is fine, right? It has to be," He said to himself, still looking in the mirror making sure he reached Mr Stark’s standards. The scientist scoffed before looking down at his watch to check the time. He was gonna be there on perfect time if he left now, so with a final look of himself in the mirror and a nod of his head he was out walking towards the restaurant.

The walk to the place itself was relaxing, the night was cool and the moon shone brightly down upon him. He only hoped that Tony wasn't planning something crazy for tonight because Bruce did not feel up to it at all.

Finally the scientist arrived at the restaurant, what might he add was extremely quiet for a place that Tony Stark should be in.

He told the waitress that he was waiting for the billionaire only to be shown a table that seated a beautiful young lady.

“Uh, i’m sorry but this isn't-” Bruce begun looking back at the waitress before she spoke up.

“Mr Stark said that he won’t be able to join tonight so here you’ll be seated with a friend of his.”

“That’s not a surprise,” The woman scoffed before she finally looked up at the stranger she was supposed to be seated with tonight.

“Though I guess you’re not all that bad,” She whispered to herself as she looked him up and down.

“Here, take a seat Doctor Banner and I’ll be back to take both of your orders,” And with that the waitress walked off leaving a baffled and awkward Bruce Banner.

Finally Bruce took a seat in front of the beautiful woman, constantly playing with his wrists. Gosh what the hell was he supposed to do? It had been years since he had even had a date.

“Soo this is awkward,” You started, playing with the glass of water in front of you before looking up at the doctor.

“I’m so sorry about this i thought Tony was going to be here tonight and we’d have a couple drinks, but obviously not,” He trailed off before you scoffed once again.

“Well Tony said to me we were going to have dinner and catch up and well, just like you said, obviously not,” You laughed at how stupid you were to think that Tony actually wanted to see you in, well forever. He never made time for you, that was one of the reasons you broke up with him in the very first place.

“I can go-”

“No, no it’s fine, you seem like a nice guy, and i don't want to go home to my empty apartment just yet, so please?” You asked placing your hand on Bruce’s, you finally had a reason to go out, you actually looked good for once and made the effort, you didn't want it to go to waste. And well, this man actually seemed like someone worth the effort in the long run.

Bruce looked down to where you placed your hand then back up to your e/c diamond eyes, quickly you pulled back your hand, tucking a loose strand behind your ear.

“Alright, but i didn't even get your name-”

“y/n l/n,” you stuck out your hand over the table for Bruce to shake for a proper introduction and Bruce happily took it.

“Bruce Banner.”

“Oh my god, of course! How did i not notice before!” You laughed, Bruce smiling at the way you did. A bubbly feeling arising in both of the pits of your stomachs.

The night was full of more laughter and intent conversations, and the two of you felt feelings you’d never ever felt ever before or know it was possible to feel such things. But what the two of you didn't know was that at the back of the restaurant was the philanthropist, happily watching you from afar.

“Im freaking cupid,” Tony said before quietly slipping out of the restaurant.

Extra ending:

It was only a couple months later from that special night and you finally moved into the avengers tower with Bruce. Your relationship with him grew extensively after that night and you knew that you deeply loved the man. And that he loved you.

Currently you were sitting beside your boyfriend, while Tony was working on something else across the room in the lab.

“You know Tony, you never told us about that night you ditched the two of us, it was kinda strange how it all happened,” You said while you ate some candy that you had collected from the shops that morning.

“Well i think that all you should know is that the only reason why you two love birds are together is because of-” Tony spun around to face the two of you as he pointed proudly to himself.

“It’s fine really, no thanks required just keep your business to yourself. And for god’s sake please don't do any of- whatever you do, in the lab anymore.”

“Wait what?” Bruce spoke up as he looked up from what he was doing, his eyes growing wide, along with yours.

“Hey, don't act surprised. I saw what you two were doing last night, i swear i wasn't snooping- much. But Bruce man for someone who hasnt gotten laid in years you sure know how to-”

“TONY!”

[thelastspeecher]

🐣Would work perfectly for the deaged aus! (Stan and Ford pls?)

🐣 - phoenix

Okay, a bit of explanation: I came up with a scenario, where Stan and Ford, after somehow reconciling instead of fighting in 1982, work together to shut down the portal for good.  As thanks for protecting Gravity Falls from such an evil, the local phoenix blesses the two of them.  Unfortunately, a phoenix blessing results in complete reversion to being a newborn infant; a complete blank slate, being reborn, like the phoenix is.  This (apparently omnipotent) phoenix dropped them off at Fiddleford’s house, since Fiddleford knew Ford.  However, that’s not where the twins actually end up.  I think the writing should fill in the rest of the blanks.  Some of it’s under a cut bc boy it got LONG.

Send me an emoji and I’ll write you a ficlet!

               Dan Corduroy was in the middleof whittling a chipmunk from a chunk of cedar when he heard a knock on thefront door.  He set down the partiallycarved rodent with a small frown.

               There’s a blizzard.  Who the hellis outside in this weather?  Danstood and walked over to the door.  Whenhe opened it, he was hit with a burst of cold air.  He looked around.  There was no one there.  His ears picked up on a faintwhimpering.  He looked down.  There was a basket on the doorstep, just infront of his feet.  Its contents werecovered by a blanket.  Dan crouched downand carefully picked up a corner of the blanket.  His eyes widened.  The whimpering had come from two infants,which were nestled together in the basket. Dan swallowed.

               I better bring ‘em in.  He pickedup the basket and brought it inside.  Nowthey were in a warm environment, Dan took the blanket off the babies.  Dressed in matching red onesies, they peeredup at him.  The one on the left had apiece of paper stuck to its chest.  Danreached out to take the paper, and was immediately grabbed by the infant.  He tried to free himself, but the baby clungto him determinedly.  Dan accepted defeatwith a small chuckle.

               “You’re a TOUGH one, huh?” herumbled, picking up the infant.  The babynestled against his chest and closed its eyes. Dan detached the paper and read it.

—– 

               DanCorduroy,

               Thesetwin boys were left in my charge.  But Ican’t take care of them in my state.  Theyhave no parents, siblings, or other relatives. They are all alone.  

               Thesystem wouldn’t suit them, I can tell. There’s something special about them. They deserve a shot at life, one that I believe they could only have ifyou took care of them.  

               You’re agood man, and while you are young, I know these boys will be safe under yourroof.  Raise them as your own, or assomeone else’s.  But don’t let them getseparated, and don’t let them leave Gravity Falls, where I can keep an eye onthem.

               Their namesare Stanley and Stanford.  As far as I’mconcerned, they’re Corduroy boys now.  

               Godspeed.

               -F

—– 

               Dan finished reading the letter,a strange tight feeling in his chest. The infant he was holding made a smacking sound with his lips.  The one left in the basket was still staringat him.  

               “Dunno if you two are CORDUROYmaterial,” Dan told the babies.  The onein the basket blinked slowly at him.  Danfelt a small smile quirk his lips.

               Dan, don’t jump into this.  You’rebarely old enough to buy beer.  You livewith your big brother.  Can you really bea dad?  He thought about what theletter said.  “As far as I’m concerned, they’re Corduroy boys now.”  

               “THINK you can HANDLE it?” Danasked the babies.  The one he was holdingmade a small noise.  The one in thebasket blinked again.  “EH.  WHAT the hell.  Boys, let’s GET you some FOOD.”

—– 

               A fight.

               Reconciliation.

               Fire.  So much fire.

               Stanley Corduroy woke with agasp, his heart pounding in his ears, and a bird’s cry still echoing in hismind.

               “Lee?  You all right?” a groggy voice asked.  Lee looked over at the other bed in theroom.  His twin brother was rubbing hiseyes blearily.

               “Uh, yeah, Ford, I thinkso.  Just that nightmare again.”

               “Careful.  You keep losing sleep like that, you won’tqualify for finals.”

               “Pfft,” Lee scoffed.  “I can win those lumberjack competitions withmy eyes closed and two hands tied behind my back.”  There was loud knocking at the door.  “Yeah?” The door opened.  Manly DanCorduroy poked his head in, splintering part of the doorframe as he did so.

               “About TIME you boys gotUP.  Someone’s here to SEE you.”

               “What?  Who?” Ford asked.  Dan shrugged, breaking more of thedoorframe.  Ford sighed.  “Dad, you’re doing it again.”

               “OH.  It’s the Corduroy SHOULDERS.”

               “Yeah.  And I’m glad I didn’t get ‘em,” Lee said,getting out of bed.  A strange expressioncrossed Dan’s face.  “Something wrong,Dad?”

               “Uh, NO.  Just get READY.  This guy’s some CITY folk.  REALLY wants to TALK to you.”

               “City folk?” Ford said.  “Why would some city guy come out here totalk to us?”

               “Get DRESSED and we’ll all FINDout,” Dan rumbled, closing the twins’ bedroom door.  They could hear wood splintering as he walkedaway.

               “Good thing you’re good atwoodworking, huh, bro?” Lee asked Ford teasingly.  Ford sighed.

               “Shut up.”  Lee sniggered.  “Let’s just get dressed and figure out whatthis guy wants from us.”

               Ten minutes later, Lee and Fordwalked into the living room, playfully shoving each other and laughing.

               “Holy Moses,” a low voicesaid.  Lee and Ford looked over.  Sitting on the couch next to their stepmomwas the “city folk”.  He had a squarejaw, brown hair, and a large ruddy nose that the twins recognizedimmediately.  The stranger smiled at themweakly.  “Wow.  You two look…look just like them.”

               “Just like who?” Ford asked,sitting on the armchair across from the couch. Lee perched himself on its arm.  

               “Your, ah, your father anduncle,” the stranger answered, his eyes suddenly teary.  Lee snorted.

               “Yeah, sure, we definitely look like Dad.  We’re totallybroad-shouldered redheads with loud voices,” Lee said sarcastically.

               “WHAT do you MEAN, LOUD VOICE?”Dan asked from the adjacent kitchen. 16-month-old Wendy, sitting in her high chair, giggled.  

               “Dad.  We have to wear ear plugs when you sing inthe shower,” Lee said.  Dan grumbledindistinctly and returned to frying a large amount of bacon for breakfast.  

               “No, I- Dan, you didn’t tellthem?” the stranger said.  Dan froze fora split second before shrugging.

               “Never came up.”

               “‘Never came up’?  They’re fifteen and you’ve never bothered totell them they were adopted?” the stranger demanded.  Ford froze.

               “Whoa, whoa, hey!” Lee shouted,jumping up.  “Look, guy, I don’t know whoyou are or why you’re here, but you don’t have the right to lie and say we’readopted!”  He looked over at Dan.  “Tell ‘im, Dad!”

               “He’s telling the truth,” Dansaid, in an uncharacteristically subdued voice. Lee deflated.

               “What?”

               “As I understand it, you twowere left on Dan’s doorstep shortly after you were born,” the strangersaid.  “He took you in, raised you likehis own sons.”

               “No,” Ford whispered.  Lee puffed up again.

               “Who are you?” Lee demanded.

               “I’m your father’s olderbrother.  Sherman Pines.  But you can call me your Uncle Shermie.”

               “Not gonna happen,” Lee muttered, crossing his arms.

               “You- you know our biological father?”Ford asked quietly.  Shermie nodded.  

               “Yes.  I actually- I think it’s interesting, thatyou two were named the same as your father and uncle.  Which one of you is Stanford?” Shermieasked.  Ford raised a six-fingeredhand.  A sad look crossed Shermie’sface.  “Down to the twelve fingers, even.”

               “That weird SCIENTIST that livedup the WAY, HE had twelve fingers,” Dan said. He shrugged.  “Thought IT wasFUNNY this baby did too.  PAPER said one ofthe boys was named STANFORD, so I sorta NAMED him after that SCIENTIST.”

               “Appropriate, given that the ‘weirdscientist’ is actually these boys’ uncle,” Shermie said.  “Lee and Ford, you are my younger brotherStanley’s children.  I don’t know whoyour mother is; Fiddleford didn’t know.”

               “Fiddleford?” Ford said.  He frowned. “Mr. McGucket?”

               “Yes.  Apparently, he was the person who dropped youtwo off here.  The two of you were leftat his house, at first, but he wasn’t mentally capable of raising two infants,so he left you with someone he trusted, and someone your Uncle Stanfordtrusted,” Shermie explained.  He dug apiece of paper out of his pocket.  “Thisnote was left when Fiddleford found you.” Lee took the paper from Shermie. He and Ford read it together.

—– 

               F,

               I haveto leave unexpectedly.  I trust you totake care of my nephews.  My twin brotherStanley’s children.  They were given tome by their mother, who was unable to track Stanley down.  I plan on finding Stanley myself, to ensurethese boys have their father.  In themeantime, protect them.

               I willreturn when I find Stan.

               Thankyou,

               StanfordPines

—– 

               Ford and Lee finished readingthe letter.  They looked up at Shermie,identical upset expressions on their faces. Shermie smiled hesitantly.

               “I know this is a lot to takein.  But I had to meet my nephews.  And I thought you’d want to meet your uncle.”  Ford and Lee continued to stare at him.  Shermie stood up with a sigh.  “I’ll be in town for a few days, if you wouldlike to meet up later.  I really wouldlike to get to know you two.”

               “Uh, yeah,” Ford stammered.  “We’ll- we’ll be in touch.”  Shermie looked at the twins hopefully.

               “You will?”

               “Yeah,” Lee said firmly.  He smiled. “We will.”

[caredogstips]

In The Shadow Of Two Fangs: A Harrowing Tale Of Vampiric Terror

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You are at the library. Which book would you like to read?

Read The Dog Who Got Hit By A Car On The Moon, by Jeffis Kleen.

Read The Dog Who Got Hit By A Car On Mars, by Jeffis Kleen.

Read The Dog Who Got Hit By A Car On The Moon Again And It Was The Same Car, by Jeffis Kleen.

Excuse me, I think youll is my finding that that notebook is awfully boring and bad, says an old person standing behind you. Jeffis Kleen is a terrible columnist, and thats one of his worst volumes. I should know; Ive speak them all. You experience, Jeffis Kleen is my father. I am Leonardo Kleen.

Okay…

Well, I didnt really ask for your opinion, old person.

I like Jeffis Kleens works. He is a brilliant sci-fi writer who understands what it would be like for bird-dogs to get hit by cars on other planets.

Might I show another journal? I have a very special one in mind for you, as you seem like a special reader. Yes, you certainly do have a allure about you. An indisputable halo. You visualize, I dont give this volume out to precisely anyone. Its been in our collection for 100 times, and everyone who has read it has either shed themselves off a connection or be president. Now I am paying it to you…

Take the book.

Not much is known about the man who wrote it. It appears to be a diary of kinds , notable for the fact that it provides as the only subsisting historic report of the events which it claims to describe. Occasions that appear to have greatly affected the author, and indeed, “the worlds” itself.

He hands you the book, and you instantly notice that it odors strangely of garlic. Your hands tremble as you sit down at a nearby desk.

Open the book to the title page and begin to read…

June the fifth, eighteen hundred and ninety-six,

You arrive today in the hamlet of L—- after a lengthy excursion from the capital city, where you are a student at the University of K—-. The focus of your studies is discipline, people fatal blow to God. You pride yourself on your skepticism of the supernatural, and wear it proudly on your person in accordance with the arrangements of one of those Jesus fish patches that has hoofs and the word Darwin inside of it.

The purpose of your stay to L—-? A subject of the rich botanical offerings of the region, focusing primarily on the ones that reek really good. You will prevent this publication during your bide to document your sees, as well as anything of note that might pas. You do not plan to stay long, though this has nothing to do with the stories “youve heard” as small children about such regions of F—-, your beloved motherland. Legends of strange people that haunt the ground and know not fatality. None of this frightens you now, as you debark the civilize and leave the depot. You are a man of intellect. A scientist. You know that every phenomenon in this world can be explained with science. Even slugs.

Hello, kind tourist, enunciates an age-old villager standing outside the modest teach terminal. May I furnish you a ride into city on my as? He is a fast donkey. Most mules are slow, but mine is unusually speedy. You know why? He is afraid. We are all afraid here. Even donkeys, who are the dumbest of all Gods characters, can tell theres something wrong with this country. Something dreadful and decayed and exceedingly pointy.

What have you to fear, sir? Dont you know God is dead?

No, thank you, I will simply amble there by myself.

God help you.

Walk to township alone.

Oh, God is dead? Thats great report. One less circumstance for me to worry about. But “youre supposed” reminded, my friend. There are things worth horror more than God. Now, how about that mule travel, eh?

Pay the old-time villager for the ride into town.

I feel Ill simply move there on my own. Its precisely down the road, isnt it?

I frequently charge twenty gromels, but its on the house if you can educate my stupid son how to caress. My son has never kissed before in their own lives, and he is a complete and total embarrassment. Delight learn him how to make out so I no longer have to wake up every day and have my first made be, My son cant mack with the best of em.

Teach the age-old villagers son how to kiss.

This is my donkey. His appoint is Waterfalls. Please, climbing aboard, and Waterfalls and I will take you into town.

Climb into the cart.

I am the old-fashioned villagers son. I expend my daylights straying the countryside with my pup, and I cant kiss for poop. Kind stranger, will you learn me how to do the lip kindness I have heard so much about?

Sure.

Wonderful, speaks the old villagers son. I can practice it on my bird-dog. Now, how do I do it? Kissing, I symbolize?

Put your lips on it.

Smoosh your lips into the dog.

Delicately target your cheeks on the dogs face.

Follow your heart.

Slowly and romantically punch the dog with your lips.

Take your cheeks and deliver them to your hounds face.

Smooch that pooch.

The old-fashioned villagers son kiss the dog. Congratulations. You taught the villagers son how to kiss.

Youre welcome.

Thank you so much, species stranger! declares the old-fashioned villager. It is important to know how to make love. Otherwise you might have a make-out accident and croak. All right, come with me!

Go to the donkey cart.

The old-time villager lets you off at the hamlet tavern and razzes off into the fading light of day. Eventually, you have arrived! You pick up your suitcase and approach the inn.

Go inside.

You set off down the itinerary into town, suitcase in hand. Off to the side you find a particularly glorious botanical specimen, and you set about saving it in your journal.

Make an enter about the specimen in your journal.

Species: Flower Location: On the side of the road Smells: Pretty good

Wow, you think to yourself. Science is awesome!

Put your journal away and continue walking.

But the moment you elevate your head up from your periodical, you notice something deeply embarrassing. A sudden fog has expended the track onward. You have the strange feeling that you are being watched. A coldnes flows down your sticker. Your palms sweat. The mane on the back of your neck stands on end, then your limb whisker, chest fuzz, and pubic hair. Pretty soon all of your mane is standing on end, and it looks really weird. Three of your teeth fall out. Then, from behind, a spokesperson whisperings in your ear…

Good evening.

Scream and turn around.

Oh, what a grisly see! Standing before you is a terrifying mantled dame with fangs as long and as sharp-worded as spears. You look wide-eyed into the look of the wretched animal, clutching your Darwin patch, altogether petrified.

Theres something I should tell you, and its that Im a ogre! she roars in your appearance, her icing breath the rank odor of putrid chassis. And now Im going to do the vampire concept and eat all your blood! How about that, huh? How do you feel about that? Probably not very good!

Yes, you are correct. I do not feel better about that.

Thats impossible. I believe in science! And science answers vampires cant be real!

Oh, yeah. I forgot. Bye.

And with that, the ghoul withdraws into the forest, never to be seen again.

Wow. Science IS breathtaking!

You Utilized Science To Testify That Vampires Dont Exist!

Done already? Well, I suppose you used science to prove that vampires dont prevail. Well done! Science really is fucking awesome.

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I’m Riding Into Jerusalem: Jesse’s Songs Album One Music, Lyrics and Spoken Words by Leslie (aka Jesse) Hughes ©

 The complete lyrics with Gospel references can be found for all the songs in ‘I’m Riding Into Jerusalem:  Jesse’s Songs Album One’ by searching by title for the individual posts of each of my songs on the provided URL links to my web pages.

 I am a New Order, New Age and New Covenant Gospel Rock and Roller preaching the Gospel to the world in the tradition of Dylan and Springsteen. My songs and spoken words metaphorically interpret the Bible and book of Revelation, helping to shine a light upon Bob Dylan’s lyrical clues. I serve the Spirit of the Lord, and dedicate my eternal Star to serving my King the Holy Spirit of Truth (Isaiah chapter 11 and 2 Corinthians 3:17) and proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor, the day of God’s Salvation and the New Covenant (Luke 4:18-19, Isaiah chapter 61, 2 Corinthians 6:1-2, Jeremiah 31:31-34, Hebrews 8:7-13) by measuring the temple, unsealing the scroll in the book of Revelation and preaching the true metaphoric interpretation of the Gospel to the world inspired by Mt 13:35 and Ps 78:2 that states “I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world."

 The book of Revelation proclaims there is a scroll that can be unsealed (Rev Chapter 5:1-5) by measuring (Rev 11:1, Eze 40:3) the temple, altar and worshipers until there is a Victory of the White Horse, Lamb and Word of God (Rev 17:14, Rev 15: 7, Rev 19:11-21), a New Heaven and New Jerusalem (Rev Chapters 21 and 22, 2Pe 3:13), and a New Covenant (Heb 8: 7-13, Jer 31:31-34). I believe the Gospel is a metaphoric resource for that measurement, providing a map of our Spiritual connection to the world.  Jesus Christ himself declared:  "I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world" (Mt 13:35, Ps 78:2).

 I also believe the Holy Spirit who created all things, (what is seen has been created by what is unseen Ro 1: 20-23, Heb 11: 1-3), has left us a metaphoric map of creation in the Gospel that contains more insight than the commonly accepted literal descriptions. Where psychologists and scientists are declaring what is seen in the world and re-describing it in their own vocabulary, I find Gospel measurements to be more effective and visual, allowing us to place Biblical stories and insights upon the objects to be measured, providing more light and insight into territories that would otherwise be dark and only partially defined by literal descriptions.

 What is perceived as reality one day is a changing concept and can be proven quite a different reality on another day.  For example, who thought man could fly across the sky like a bird in  planes that weigh several tons, or that audio and video waves could  travel invisibly through space and provide TV pictures that replicate faraway places with such realism you would think you were there, or that many gigabits of data could be contained on microchips as small as the  tip of your finger, that we would communicate through cell phones that bounce off satellites in space, or that we would have computers that  allow us to search entire world libraries of books through the internet in an instant.

 Therefore, I  take that leap of faith the philosopher Kierkegaard wrote of and believe there is another dimension unique from the one immediately perceived by our senses, and that it is simply illogical  that this world and all its wonders were created by chance. I  also delight in the fear of the power of the Holy Spirit who is the Lord  (Isaiah 11: 2), and realize along with joy there is great  suffering in the world, my peace being established in the faith there is something within us that is immortal and independent of our bodies, not found in the natural elements of the powerful wind, earthquake or fire, that is the gentle whisper, that still  small voice, the word of God we speak that shines on in the darkness, and the darkness cannot overcome it (1 Kings 19:11-12, Rev 19:11-16, Jn 1:1-5).  

 “Here I am, it is written about me in the scroll

I have come to do your will O God” (Heb 10:7, Isa 11, Ro 15:12)

To proclaim the New Order and the New Covenant (Heb 8: 7-13, Jer 31:31-34)

To unseal the scroll in the book of Revelation (Rev 5:1-5)

To measure the temple of God and the altar

And to count the worshipers there (Rev 11:1, Eze 40:3-4)

Until there is a Victory of the Word of God who is the Lamb and White Horse

(Rev 17:14, Rev 15: 7, Rev 19:11-21)

A New Heaven, New Earth, and New Jerusalem (Rev Chapters 21 and 22, 2Pe 3:13)

And a change of the priesthood, from the order of Aaron

To the order of Melchizedek (Hebrews Chapter 7, Acts 13:20-23)

 (Lk 4:18-19)

"The Spirit of the Lord is on me

Because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor

He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners

And recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed

To proclaim the year of the Lord's favor."

 Revelation Timeline references include:

God Almighty and Son of God Revelation timeline references: Rev 1:8, Rev 12:10, Rev 16:5, Rev 21:6 and Rev 22:13.

John and Son of Man Revelation timeline references: Rev 1:4, Rev 1:17, Rev 4:8, Rev 11:17, Rev 17:8, Rev 17:11, Rev 19:10, Rev 22:8-9

 Significant Gospel references:

2Co 3:17 “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the     Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom”

Acts 13:20-23 Saul’s kingdom removed

Gal 5:14 “The entire law is summed in a single command     “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

Ro 1:18-25 The wicked men who suppress the truth

Isa 32:1-8 Scoundrels no longer respected

Jn 8:31-58 children of the devil and father of lies

2Co 11:13-15 Satan masquerades as an angel of light

Acts 4:36-5:1-11 Joseph’s property stolen by the devil     and liar to the Holy Spirit

Acts 23:1-3 Paul struck down by a whitewashed wall

Ge 41:41-43 Joseph rides a chariot in front of Pharaoh

Ge 42:24 Simeon bound

Ge 42:36, Ge 44:2, Ge 47:21, Ge 46:4, Ex 6:2-4, Jacob     and Benjamin deceived

Acts 12: 1-3 James slain and Peter seized

Mt 14:1-12, Mk 6:14-29, Lk 3:19-20 John beheaded

Acts 8:30-31, 2Ti 3:15, Philip’s who never had Bible     since infancy

Acts 22:12, Ro 2:13 Devout observers and those who obey     the law

2Ti 3:8 Jannes and Jambres oppose Moses and the truth

Ge 9:25, Ex 6:2-4 Noah curses Canaan

Deut 32:15-43, 1Co 10:1-5, Heb 3:1 to 4:16, Heb     11:13-16 God displeased with the disobedient images of God’s word in the     human ancestry of Christ that do not return like Enoch to the city of God

The Books of Romans, Galatians, Jude, 2Pe 2:1-4, Titus     1:10-16, Isa 14:1-23

 Further Gospel References:  Ezekiel Chapters 29-32, Isaiah Chapters 11, 14, 28, 44 and 61, Jeremiah Chapter 46,  and Jer 31:31-34, Heb 8:7-13, Rev 6:1-9, Rev 6:9-11, Rev 7:2-8, Rev 7:13-17, Rev 12:1-12, Rev 13, Mt 19:28, Rev 4 & 5, Rev 16:4-16, Rev 17:1-18, Rev 19:11-21 Rev 21 & 22, Dt 32:15-17, Jn 16:5-15,  Lk 10:18, Mt 16:23, Mk 8:33, Mt 24:27, Lk 17:22-24, Rev 4:5, Rev 19:10, Rev 22:8-9, 2Th 2:4, Rev 15:7 to Rev 16:16, Rev 12:1 to Rev 13:18,  Mt 14:1-12, Mk 6:14-12, Lk 3:19-20, Heb 3:1 to Heb 5:10, Heb 9:9-10, Zec chapter 3, Heb 8:7-13, Jer 31:31-34, Heb 10:15-18, Gal 5:14, 2Co chapter 3, the book of Jude, Tit 1:10-16, 2Pe chapter 2, Mt chapter 23, Heb 11:13-16, Ex 6:2-4, Jn 3:27-31, Jn chapter 1, 2Cor 4:4, Col 1:15, 1Co 11:3, Ro 1:18-23, Ro 10:6-9, Ro 9:5, Acts 23:1-3, Acts 24:24, Acts 5:1-10, Isa 14:3-23, 2Co 11:13-15, 1Sa 8:4-18, Isa 28:9-22, Mk 7:1-23, Ro 14:1-4, Col 2:8-23, 1Ti 4:1-7, Mt 21:24-27, Mk 11:27-33, Lk 20:1-8, Phm1:1, Phm 1:9, Phm 1:23, Acts 8:29-31, Jn 14:8-16, 1Jn 2:22-27, 2Co 3:17, Lk 4:19, 2Co 6:2, Lk 20:41-47, Mt 22:41-46, Mk 12:35-37, Gal 3:16-20, Jn 8:31-58, Rev 3:9, Ro 2:17-29, Heb 10:1-9, Heb chapter 7, Gal 5:2-14, Acts 13:20-23

 (Please note that a Jew and Israelite in a metaphoric interpretation of the Gospel is not a person of Jewish heritage, it is a metaphor for a part of all of us that is a Jew within and another part of us that is a Gentile within -see Romans 2:28-29- and how these two parts become one in Ephesians 2:14-22, Ezekiel 37:15-17 and Romans 3:27-31, also how there are those who are of the synagogue of Satan, who claim to be Jews though they are not, but are liars- see Revelations 3:9)

And always remember as 2Co 3:17 declares “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom”, and as Gal 5:14 proclaims “The entire law is summed in a single command “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

 Visit my home pages to view my complete lyrics, Gospel references, notes and sketches. Thank-you to all my friends who listen to my songs and spoken words, and read my notes. Your friend and brother, Leslie aka Jesse Hughes

 Here are some links to my songs, complete lyrics, Gospel references, notes and sketches:

http://www.facebook.com/rootofjessesongs

 http://www.facebook.com/jesserootof

https://www.soundcloud.com/rootofjesse

 https://twitter.com/JesseRootof

 rootofjesse.tumblr.com

 http://www.myspace.com/jessesongproductions

 www.pinterest.com/JesseRootof

 https://goo.gl/K98kcr

[rootofjesse]

I’m Riding Into Jerusalem: Jesse’s Songs Album One Music, Lyrics and Spoken Words by Leslie (aka Jesse) Hughes ©

 The complete lyrics with Gospel references can be found for all the songs in ‘I’m Riding Into Jerusalem:  Jesse’s Songs Album One’ by searching by title for the individual posts of each of my songs on the provided URL links to my web pages.

 I am a New Order, New Age and New Covenant Gospel Rock and Roller preaching the Gospel to the world in the tradition of Dylan and Springsteen. My songs and spoken words metaphorically interpret the Bible and book of Revelation, helping to shine a light upon Bob Dylan’s lyrical clues. I serve the Spirit of the Lord, and dedicate my eternal Star to serving my King the Holy Spirit of Truth (Isaiah chapter 11 and 2 Corinthians 3:17) and proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor, the day of God’s Salvation and the New Covenant (Luke 4:18-19, Isaiah chapter 61, 2 Corinthians 6:1-2, Jeremiah 31:31-34, Hebrews 8:7-13) by measuring the temple, unsealing the scroll in the book of Revelation and preaching the true metaphoric interpretation of the Gospel to the world inspired by Mt 13:35 and Ps 78:2 that states “I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world."

 The book of Revelation proclaims there is a scroll that can be unsealed (Rev Chapter 5:1-5) by measuring (Rev 11:1, Eze 40:3) the temple, altar and worshipers until there is a Victory of the White Horse, Lamb and Word of God (Rev 17:14, Rev 15: 7, Rev 19:11-21), a New Heaven and New Jerusalem (Rev Chapters 21 and 22, 2Pe 3:13), and a New Covenant (Heb 8: 7-13, Jer 31:31-34). I believe the Gospel is a metaphoric resource for that measurement, providing a map of our Spiritual connection to the world.  Jesus Christ himself declared:  "I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world" (Mt 13:35, Ps 78:2).

 I also believe the Holy Spirit who created all things, (what is seen has been created by what is unseen Ro 1: 20-23, Heb 11: 1-3), has left us a metaphoric map of creation in the Gospel that contains more insight than the commonly accepted literal descriptions. Where psychologists and scientists are declaring what is seen in the world and re-describing it in their own vocabulary, I find Gospel measurements to be more effective and visual, allowing us to place Biblical stories and insights upon the objects to be measured, providing more light and insight into territories that would otherwise be dark and only partially defined by literal descriptions.

 What is perceived as reality one day is a changing concept and can be proven quite a different reality on another day.  For example, who thought man could fly across the sky like a bird in  planes that weigh several tons, or that audio and video waves could  travel invisibly through space and provide TV pictures that replicate faraway places with such realism you would think you were there, or that many gigabits of data could be contained on microchips as small as the  tip of your finger, that we would communicate through cell phones that bounce off satellites in space, or that we would have computers that  allow us to search entire world libraries of books through the internet in an instant.

 Therefore, I  take that leap of faith the philosopher Kierkegaard wrote of and believe there is another dimension unique from the one immediately perceived by our senses, and that it is simply illogical  that this world and all its wonders were created by chance. I  also delight in the fear of the power of the Holy Spirit who is the Lord  (Isaiah 11: 2), and realize along with joy there is great  suffering in the world, my peace being established in the faith there is something within us that is immortal and independent of our bodies, not found in the natural elements of the powerful wind, earthquake or fire, that is the gentle whisper, that still  small voice, the word of God we speak that shines on in the darkness, and the darkness cannot overcome it (1 Kings 19:11-12, Rev 19:11-16, Jn 1:1-5).  

 “Here I am, it is written about me in the scroll

I have come to do your will O God” (Heb 10:7, Isa 11, Ro 15:12)

To proclaim the New Order and the New Covenant (Heb 8: 7-13, Jer 31:31-34)

To unseal the scroll in the book of Revelation (Rev 5:1-5)

To measure the temple of God and the altar

And to count the worshipers there (Rev 11:1, Eze 40:3-4)

Until there is a Victory of the Word of God who is the Lamb and White Horse

(Rev 17:14, Rev 15: 7, Rev 19:11-21)

A New Heaven, New Earth, and New Jerusalem (Rev Chapters 21 and 22, 2Pe 3:13)

And a change of the priesthood, from the order of Aaron

To the order of Melchizedek (Hebrews Chapter 7, Acts 13:20-23)

 (Lk 4:18-19)

"The Spirit of the Lord is on me

Because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor

He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners

And recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed

To proclaim the year of the Lord's favor."

 Revelation Timeline references include:

God Almighty and Son of God Revelation timeline references: Rev 1:8, Rev 12:10, Rev 16:5, Rev 21:6 and Rev 22:13.

John and Son of Man Revelation timeline references: Rev 1:4, Rev 1:17, Rev 4:8, Rev 11:17, Rev 17:8, Rev 17:11, Rev 19:10, Rev 22:8-9

 Significant Gospel references:

2Co 3:17 “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the     Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom”

Acts 13:20-23 Saul’s kingdom removed

Gal 5:14 “The entire law is summed in a single command     “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

Ro 1:18-25 The wicked men who suppress the truth

Isa 32:1-8 Scoundrels no longer respected

Jn 8:31-58 children of the devil and father of lies

2Co 11:13-15 Satan masquerades as an angel of light

Acts 4:36-5:1-11 Joseph’s property stolen by the devil     and liar to the Holy Spirit

Acts 23:1-3 Paul struck down by a whitewashed wall

Ge 41:41-43 Joseph rides a chariot in front of Pharaoh

Ge 42:24 Simeon bound

Ge 42:36, Ge 44:2, Ge 47:21, Ge 46:4, Ex 6:2-4, Jacob     and Benjamin deceived

Acts 12: 1-3 James slain and Peter seized

Mt 14:1-12, Mk 6:14-29, Lk 3:19-20 John beheaded

Acts 8:30-31, 2Ti 3:15, Philip’s who never had Bible     since infancy

Acts 22:12, Ro 2:13 Devout observers and those who obey     the law

2Ti 3:8 Jannes and Jambres oppose Moses and the truth

Ge 9:25, Ex 6:2-4 Noah curses Canaan

Deut 32:15-43, 1Co 10:1-5, Heb 3:1 to 4:16, Heb     11:13-16 God displeased with the disobedient images of God’s word in the     human ancestry of Christ that do not return like Enoch to the city of God

The Books of Romans, Galatians, Jude, 2Pe 2:1-4, Titus     1:10-16, Isa 14:1-23

 Further Gospel References:  Ezekiel Chapters 29-32, Isaiah Chapters 11, 14, 28, 44 and 61, Jeremiah Chapter 46,  and Jer 31:31-34, Heb 8:7-13, Rev 6:1-9, Rev 6:9-11, Rev 7:2-8, Rev 7:13-17, Rev 12:1-12, Rev 13, Mt 19:28, Rev 4 & 5, Rev 16:4-16, Rev 17:1-18, Rev 19:11-21 Rev 21 & 22, Dt 32:15-17, Jn 16:5-15,  Lk 10:18, Mt 16:23, Mk 8:33, Mt 24:27, Lk 17:22-24, Rev 4:5, Rev 19:10, Rev 22:8-9, 2Th 2:4, Rev 15:7 to Rev 16:16, Rev 12:1 to Rev 13:18,  Mt 14:1-12, Mk 6:14-12, Lk 3:19-20, Heb 3:1 to Heb 5:10, Heb 9:9-10, Zec chapter 3, Heb 8:7-13, Jer 31:31-34, Heb 10:15-18, Gal 5:14, 2Co chapter 3, the book of Jude, Tit 1:10-16, 2Pe chapter 2, Mt chapter 23, Heb 11:13-16, Ex 6:2-4, Jn 3:27-31, Jn chapter 1, 2Cor 4:4, Col 1:15, 1Co 11:3, Ro 1:18-23, Ro 10:6-9, Ro 9:5, Acts 23:1-3, Acts 24:24, Acts 5:1-10, Isa 14:3-23, 2Co 11:13-15, 1Sa 8:4-18, Isa 28:9-22, Mk 7:1-23, Ro 14:1-4, Col 2:8-23, 1Ti 4:1-7, Mt 21:24-27, Mk 11:27-33, Lk 20:1-8, Phm1:1, Phm 1:9, Phm 1:23, Acts 8:29-31, Jn 14:8-16, 1Jn 2:22-27, 2Co 3:17, Lk 4:19, 2Co 6:2, Lk 20:41-47, Mt 22:41-46, Mk 12:35-37, Gal 3:16-20, Jn 8:31-58, Rev 3:9, Ro 2:17-29, Heb 10:1-9, Heb chapter 7, Gal 5:2-14, Acts 13:20-23

 (Please note that a Jew and Israelite in a metaphoric interpretation of the Gospel is not a person of Jewish heritage, it is a metaphor for a part of all of us that is a Jew within and another part of us that is a Gentile within -see Romans 2:28-29- and how these two parts become one in Ephesians 2:14-22, Ezekiel 37:15-17 and Romans 3:27-31, also how there are those who are of the synagogue of Satan, who claim to be Jews though they are not, but are liars- see Revelations 3:9)

And always remember as 2Co 3:17 declares “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom”, and as Gal 5:14 proclaims “The entire law is summed in a single command “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

 Visit my home pages to view my complete lyrics, Gospel references, notes and sketches. Thank-you to all my friends who listen to my songs and spoken words, and read my notes. Your friend and brother, Leslie aka Jesse Hughes

 Here are some links to my songs, complete lyrics, Gospel references, notes and sketches:

http://www.facebook.com/rootofjessesongs

 http://www.facebook.com/jesserootof

https://www.soundcloud.com/rootofjesse

 https://twitter.com/JesseRootof

 rootofjesse.tumblr.com

 http://www.myspace.com/jessesongproductions

 www.pinterest.com/JesseRootof

 https://goo.gl/K98kcr

[rootofjesse]

I’m Riding Into Jerusalem: Jesse’s Songs Album One Music, Lyrics and Spoken Words by Leslie (aka Jesse) Hughes ©

 The complete lyrics with Gospel references can be found for all the songs in ‘I’m Riding Into Jerusalem:  Jesse’s Songs Album One’ by searching by title for the individual posts of each of my songs on the provided URL links to my web pages.

 I am a New Order, New Age and New Covenant Gospel Rock and Roller preaching the Gospel to the world in the tradition of Dylan and Springsteen. My songs and spoken words metaphorically interpret the Bible and book of Revelation, helping to shine a light upon Bob Dylan’s lyrical clues. I serve the Spirit of the Lord, and dedicate my eternal Star to serving my King the Holy Spirit of Truth (Isaiah chapter 11 and 2 Corinthians 3:17) and proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor, the day of God’s Salvation and the New Covenant (Luke 4:18-19, Isaiah chapter 61, 2 Corinthians 6:1-2, Jeremiah 31:31-34, Hebrews 8:7-13) by measuring the temple, unsealing the scroll in the book of Revelation and preaching the true metaphoric interpretation of the Gospel to the world inspired by Mt 13:35 and Ps 78:2 that states “I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world."

 The book of Revelation proclaims there is a scroll that can be unsealed (Rev Chapter 5:1-5) by measuring (Rev 11:1, Eze 40:3) the temple, altar and worshipers until there is a Victory of the White Horse, Lamb and Word of God (Rev 17:14, Rev 15: 7, Rev 19:11-21), a New Heaven and New Jerusalem (Rev Chapters 21 and 22, 2Pe 3:13), and a New Covenant (Heb 8: 7-13, Jer 31:31-34). I believe the Gospel is a metaphoric resource for that measurement, providing a map of our Spiritual connection to the world.  Jesus Christ himself declared:  "I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world" (Mt 13:35, Ps 78:2).

 I also believe the Holy Spirit who created all things, (what is seen has been created by what is unseen Ro 1: 20-23, Heb 11: 1-3), has left us a metaphoric map of creation in the Gospel that contains more insight than the commonly accepted literal descriptions. Where psychologists and scientists are declaring what is seen in the world and re-describing it in their own vocabulary, I find Gospel measurements to be more effective and visual, allowing us to place Biblical stories and insights upon the objects to be measured, providing more light and insight into territories that would otherwise be dark and only partially defined by literal descriptions.

 What is perceived as reality one day is a changing concept and can be proven quite a different reality on another day.  For example, who thought man could fly across the sky like a bird in  planes that weigh several tons, or that audio and video waves could  travel invisibly through space and provide TV pictures that replicate faraway places with such realism you would think you were there, or that many gigabits of data could be contained on microchips as small as the  tip of your finger, that we would communicate through cell phones that bounce off satellites in space, or that we would have computers that  allow us to search entire world libraries of books through the internet in an instant.

 Therefore, I  take that leap of faith the philosopher Kierkegaard wrote of and believe there is another dimension unique from the one immediately perceived by our senses, and that it is simply illogical  that this world and all its wonders were created by chance. I  also delight in the fear of the power of the Holy Spirit who is the Lord  (Isaiah 11: 2), and realize along with joy there is great  suffering in the world, my peace being established in the faith there is something within us that is immortal and independent of our bodies, not found in the natural elements of the powerful wind, earthquake or fire, that is the gentle whisper, that still  small voice, the word of God we speak that shines on in the darkness, and the darkness cannot overcome it (1 Kings 19:11-12, Rev 19:11-16, Jn 1:1-5).  

 “Here I am, it is written about me in the scroll

I have come to do your will O God” (Heb 10:7, Isa 11, Ro 15:12)

To proclaim the New Order and the New Covenant (Heb 8: 7-13, Jer 31:31-34)

To unseal the scroll in the book of Revelation (Rev 5:1-5)

To measure the temple of God and the altar

And to count the worshipers there (Rev 11:1, Eze 40:3-4)

Until there is a Victory of the Word of God who is the Lamb and White Horse

(Rev 17:14, Rev 15: 7, Rev 19:11-21)

A New Heaven, New Earth, and New Jerusalem (Rev Chapters 21 and 22, 2Pe 3:13)

And a change of the priesthood, from the order of Aaron

To the order of Melchizedek (Hebrews Chapter 7, Acts 13:20-23)

 (Lk 4:18-19)

"The Spirit of the Lord is on me

Because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor

He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners

And recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed

To proclaim the year of the Lord's favor."

 Revelation Timeline references include:

God Almighty and Son of God Revelation timeline references: Rev 1:8, Rev 12:10, Rev 16:5, Rev 21:6 and Rev 22:13.

John and Son of Man Revelation timeline references: Rev 1:4, Rev 1:17, Rev 4:8, Rev 11:17, Rev 17:8, Rev 17:11, Rev 19:10, Rev 22:8-9

 Significant Gospel references:

2Co 3:17 “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the     Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom”

Acts 13:20-23 Saul’s kingdom removed

Gal 5:14 “The entire law is summed in a single command     “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

Ro 1:18-25 The wicked men who suppress the truth

Isa 32:1-8 Scoundrels no longer respected

Jn 8:31-58 children of the devil and father of lies

2Co 11:13-15 Satan masquerades as an angel of light

Acts 4:36-5:1-11 Joseph’s property stolen by the devil     and liar to the Holy Spirit

Acts 23:1-3 Paul struck down by a whitewashed wall

Ge 41:41-43 Joseph rides a chariot in front of Pharaoh

Ge 42:24 Simeon bound

Ge 42:36, Ge 44:2, Ge 47:21, Ge 46:4, Ex 6:2-4, Jacob     and Benjamin deceived

Acts 12: 1-3 James slain and Peter seized

Mt 14:1-12, Mk 6:14-29, Lk 3:19-20 John beheaded

Acts 8:30-31, 2Ti 3:15, Philip’s who never had Bible     since infancy

Acts 22:12, Ro 2:13 Devout observers and those who obey     the law

2Ti 3:8 Jannes and Jambres oppose Moses and the truth

Ge 9:25, Ex 6:2-4 Noah curses Canaan

Deut 32:15-43, 1Co 10:1-5, Heb 3:1 to 4:16, Heb     11:13-16 God displeased with the disobedient images of God’s word in the     human ancestry of Christ that do not return like Enoch to the city of God

The Books of Romans, Galatians, Jude, 2Pe 2:1-4, Titus     1:10-16, Isa 14:1-23

 Further Gospel References:  Ezekiel Chapters 29-32, Isaiah Chapters 11, 14, 28, 44 and 61, Jeremiah Chapter 46,  and Jer 31:31-34, Heb 8:7-13, Rev 6:1-9, Rev 6:9-11, Rev 7:2-8, Rev 7:13-17, Rev 12:1-12, Rev 13, Mt 19:28, Rev 4 & 5, Rev 16:4-16, Rev 17:1-18, Rev 19:11-21 Rev 21 & 22, Dt 32:15-17, Jn 16:5-15,  Lk 10:18, Mt 16:23, Mk 8:33, Mt 24:27, Lk 17:22-24, Rev 4:5, Rev 19:10, Rev 22:8-9, 2Th 2:4, Rev 15:7 to Rev 16:16, Rev 12:1 to Rev 13:18,  Mt 14:1-12, Mk 6:14-12, Lk 3:19-20, Heb 3:1 to Heb 5:10, Heb 9:9-10, Zec chapter 3, Heb 8:7-13, Jer 31:31-34, Heb 10:15-18, Gal 5:14, 2Co chapter 3, the book of Jude, Tit 1:10-16, 2Pe chapter 2, Mt chapter 23, Heb 11:13-16, Ex 6:2-4, Jn 3:27-31, Jn chapter 1, 2Cor 4:4, Col 1:15, 1Co 11:3, Ro 1:18-23, Ro 10:6-9, Ro 9:5, Acts 23:1-3, Acts 24:24, Acts 5:1-10, Isa 14:3-23, 2Co 11:13-15, 1Sa 8:4-18, Isa 28:9-22, Mk 7:1-23, Ro 14:1-4, Col 2:8-23, 1Ti 4:1-7, Mt 21:24-27, Mk 11:27-33, Lk 20:1-8, Phm1:1, Phm 1:9, Phm 1:23, Acts 8:29-31, Jn 14:8-16, 1Jn 2:22-27, 2Co 3:17, Lk 4:19, 2Co 6:2, Lk 20:41-47, Mt 22:41-46, Mk 12:35-37, Gal 3:16-20, Jn 8:31-58, Rev 3:9, Ro 2:17-29, Heb 10:1-9, Heb chapter 7, Gal 5:2-14, Acts 13:20-23

 (Please note that a Jew and Israelite in a metaphoric interpretation of the Gospel is not a person of Jewish heritage, it is a metaphor for a part of all of us that is a Jew within and another part of us that is a Gentile within -see Romans 2:28-29- and how these two parts become one in Ephesians 2:14-22, Ezekiel 37:15-17 and Romans 3:27-31, also how there are those who are of the synagogue of Satan, who claim to be Jews though they are not, but are liars- see Revelations 3:9)

And always remember as 2Co 3:17 declares “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom”, and as Gal 5:14 proclaims “The entire law is summed in a single command “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

 Visit my home pages to view my complete lyrics, Gospel references, notes and sketches. Thank-you to all my friends who listen to my songs and spoken words, and read my notes. Your friend and brother, Leslie aka Jesse Hughes

 Here are some links to my songs, complete lyrics, Gospel references, notes and sketches:

http://www.facebook.com/rootofjessesongs

 http://www.facebook.com/jesserootof

https://www.soundcloud.com/rootofjesse

 https://twitter.com/JesseRootof

 rootofjesse.tumblr.com

 http://www.myspace.com/jessesongproductions

 www.pinterest.com/JesseRootof

 https://goo.gl/K98kcr

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I’m Riding Into Jerusalem: Jesse’s Songs Album One Music, Lyrics and Spoken Words by Leslie (aka Jesse) Hughes ©

 The complete lyrics with Gospel references can be found for all the songs in ‘I’m Riding Into Jerusalem:  Jesse’s Songs Album One’ by searching by title for the individual posts of each of my songs on the provided URL links to my web pages.

 I am a New Order, New Age and New Covenant Gospel Rock and Roller preaching the Gospel to the world in the tradition of Dylan and Springsteen. My songs and spoken words metaphorically interpret the Bible and book of Revelation, helping to shine a light upon Bob Dylan’s lyrical clues. I serve the Spirit of the Lord, and dedicate my eternal Star to serving my King the Holy Spirit of Truth (Isaiah chapter 11 and 2 Corinthians 3:17) and proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor, the day of God’s Salvation and the New Covenant (Luke 4:18-19, Isaiah chapter 61, 2 Corinthians 6:1-2, Jeremiah 31:31-34, Hebrews 8:7-13) by measuring the temple, unsealing the scroll in the book of Revelation and preaching the true metaphoric interpretation of the Gospel to the world inspired by Mt 13:35 and Ps 78:2 that states “I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world."

 The book of Revelation proclaims there is a scroll that can be unsealed (Rev Chapter 5:1-5) by measuring (Rev 11:1, Eze 40:3) the temple, altar and worshipers until there is a Victory of the White Horse, Lamb and Word of God (Rev 17:14, Rev 15: 7, Rev 19:11-21), a New Heaven and New Jerusalem (Rev Chapters 21 and 22, 2Pe 3:13), and a New Covenant (Heb 8: 7-13, Jer 31:31-34). I believe the Gospel is a metaphoric resource for that measurement, providing a map of our Spiritual connection to the world.  Jesus Christ himself declared:  "I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world" (Mt 13:35, Ps 78:2).

 I also believe the Holy Spirit who created all things, (what is seen has been created by what is unseen Ro 1: 20-23, Heb 11: 1-3), has left us a metaphoric map of creation in the Gospel that contains more insight than the commonly accepted literal descriptions. Where psychologists and scientists are declaring what is seen in the world and re-describing it in their own vocabulary, I find Gospel measurements to be more effective and visual, allowing us to place Biblical stories and insights upon the objects to be measured, providing more light and insight into territories that would otherwise be dark and only partially defined by literal descriptions.

 What is perceived as reality one day is a changing concept and can be proven quite a different reality on another day.  For example, who thought man could fly across the sky like a bird in  planes that weigh several tons, or that audio and video waves could  travel invisibly through space and provide TV pictures that replicate faraway places with such realism you would think you were there, or that many gigabits of data could be contained on microchips as small as the  tip of your finger, that we would communicate through cell phones that bounce off satellites in space, or that we would have computers that  allow us to search entire world libraries of books through the internet in an instant.

 Therefore, I  take that leap of faith the philosopher Kierkegaard wrote of and believe there is another dimension unique from the one immediately perceived by our senses, and that it is simply illogical  that this world and all its wonders were created by chance. I  also delight in the fear of the power of the Holy Spirit who is the Lord  (Isaiah 11: 2), and realize along with joy there is great  suffering in the world, my peace being established in the faith there is something within us that is immortal and independent of our bodies, not found in the natural elements of the powerful wind, earthquake or fire, that is the gentle whisper, that still  small voice, the word of God we speak that shines on in the darkness, and the darkness cannot overcome it (1 Kings 19:11-12, Rev 19:11-16, Jn 1:1-5).  

 “Here I am, it is written about me in the scroll

I have come to do your will O God” (Heb 10:7, Isa 11, Ro 15:12)

To proclaim the New Order and the New Covenant (Heb 8: 7-13, Jer 31:31-34)

To unseal the scroll in the book of Revelation (Rev 5:1-5)

To measure the temple of God and the altar

And to count the worshipers there (Rev 11:1, Eze 40:3-4)

Until there is a Victory of the Word of God who is the Lamb and White Horse

(Rev 17:14, Rev 15: 7, Rev 19:11-21)

A New Heaven, New Earth, and New Jerusalem (Rev Chapters 21 and 22, 2Pe 3:13)

And a change of the priesthood, from the order of Aaron

To the order of Melchizedek (Hebrews Chapter 7, Acts 13:20-23)

 (Lk 4:18-19)

"The Spirit of the Lord is on me

Because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor

He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners

And recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed

To proclaim the year of the Lord's favor."

 Revelation Timeline references include:

God Almighty and Son of God Revelation timeline references: Rev 1:8, Rev 12:10, Rev 16:5, Rev 21:6 and Rev 22:13.

John and Son of Man Revelation timeline references: Rev 1:4, Rev 1:17, Rev 4:8, Rev 11:17, Rev 17:8, Rev 17:11, Rev 19:10, Rev 22:8-9

 Significant Gospel references:

2Co 3:17 “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the     Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom”

Acts 13:20-23 Saul’s kingdom removed

Gal 5:14 “The entire law is summed in a single command     “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

Ro 1:18-25 The wicked men who suppress the truth

Isa 32:1-8 Scoundrels no longer respected

Jn 8:31-58 children of the devil and father of lies

2Co 11:13-15 Satan masquerades as an angel of light

Acts 4:36-5:1-11 Joseph’s property stolen by the devil     and liar to the Holy Spirit

Acts 23:1-3 Paul struck down by a whitewashed wall

Ge 41:41-43 Joseph rides a chariot in front of Pharaoh

Ge 42:24 Simeon bound

Ge 42:36, Ge 44:2, Ge 47:21, Ge 46:4, Ex 6:2-4, Jacob     and Benjamin deceived

Acts 12: 1-3 James slain and Peter seized

Mt 14:1-12, Mk 6:14-29, Lk 3:19-20 John beheaded

Acts 8:30-31, 2Ti 3:15, Philip’s who never had Bible     since infancy

Acts 22:12, Ro 2:13 Devout observers and those who obey     the law

2Ti 3:8 Jannes and Jambres oppose Moses and the truth

Ge 9:25, Ex 6:2-4 Noah curses Canaan

Deut 32:15-43, 1Co 10:1-5, Heb 3:1 to 4:16, Heb     11:13-16 God displeased with the disobedient images of God’s word in the     human ancestry of Christ that do not return like Enoch to the city of God

The Books of Romans, Galatians, Jude, 2Pe 2:1-4, Titus     1:10-16, Isa 14:1-23

 Further Gospel References:  Ezekiel Chapters 29-32, Isaiah Chapters 11, 14, 28, 44 and 61, Jeremiah Chapter 46,  and Jer 31:31-34, Heb 8:7-13, Rev 6:1-9, Rev 6:9-11, Rev 7:2-8, Rev 7:13-17, Rev 12:1-12, Rev 13, Mt 19:28, Rev 4 & 5, Rev 16:4-16, Rev 17:1-18, Rev 19:11-21 Rev 21 & 22, Dt 32:15-17, Jn 16:5-15,  Lk 10:18, Mt 16:23, Mk 8:33, Mt 24:27, Lk 17:22-24, Rev 4:5, Rev 19:10, Rev 22:8-9, 2Th 2:4, Rev 15:7 to Rev 16:16, Rev 12:1 to Rev 13:18,  Mt 14:1-12, Mk 6:14-12, Lk 3:19-20, Heb 3:1 to Heb 5:10, Heb 9:9-10, Zec chapter 3, Heb 8:7-13, Jer 31:31-34, Heb 10:15-18, Gal 5:14, 2Co chapter 3, the book of Jude, Tit 1:10-16, 2Pe chapter 2, Mt chapter 23, Heb 11:13-16, Ex 6:2-4, Jn 3:27-31, Jn chapter 1, 2Cor 4:4, Col 1:15, 1Co 11:3, Ro 1:18-23, Ro 10:6-9, Ro 9:5, Acts 23:1-3, Acts 24:24, Acts 5:1-10, Isa 14:3-23, 2Co 11:13-15, 1Sa 8:4-18, Isa 28:9-22, Mk 7:1-23, Ro 14:1-4, Col 2:8-23, 1Ti 4:1-7, Mt 21:24-27, Mk 11:27-33, Lk 20:1-8, Phm1:1, Phm 1:9, Phm 1:23, Acts 8:29-31, Jn 14:8-16, 1Jn 2:22-27, 2Co 3:17, Lk 4:19, 2Co 6:2, Lk 20:41-47, Mt 22:41-46, Mk 12:35-37, Gal 3:16-20, Jn 8:31-58, Rev 3:9, Ro 2:17-29, Heb 10:1-9, Heb chapter 7, Gal 5:2-14, Acts 13:20-23

 (Please note that a Jew and Israelite in a metaphoric interpretation of the Gospel is not a person of Jewish heritage, it is a metaphor for a part of all of us that is a Jew within and another part of us that is a Gentile within -see Romans 2:28-29- and how these two parts become one in Ephesians 2:14-22, Ezekiel 37:15-17 and Romans 3:27-31, also how there are those who are of the synagogue of Satan, who claim to be Jews though they are not, but are liars- see Revelations 3:9)

And always remember as 2Co 3:17 declares “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom”, and as Gal 5:14 proclaims “The entire law is summed in a single command “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

 Visit my home pages to view my complete lyrics, Gospel references, notes and sketches. Thank-you to all my friends who listen to my songs and spoken words, and read my notes. Your friend and brother, Leslie aka Jesse Hughes

 Here are some links to my songs, complete lyrics, Gospel references, notes and sketches:

http://www.facebook.com/rootofjessesongs

 http://www.facebook.com/jesserootof

https://www.soundcloud.com/rootofjesse

 https://twitter.com/JesseRootof

 rootofjesse.tumblr.com

 http://www.myspace.com/jessesongproductions

 www.pinterest.com/JesseRootof

 https://goo.gl/K98kcr