#it's divide and conquer because we no longer stand as one community - they attack us seperately thru legislation and violence

[spitfaggot]

uhhh sorry, if you see the rainbow flag in any of its iterations (but especially the original 8-stripe) and think "but this wasn't specifically FOR gay men!" you lost the plot. you never understood. it represented us as much as it did lesbians, bisexuals, and trans people. it was meant for all of us. and individualism is bred from capitalism insisting you need a completely seperate flag in order to be recognized - that's never been the case. you can argue all you like - ultimately, we'll know community and solidarity among genders and sexualities that aren't yours was never your agenda, and that reflects on you every time you fly the blue toothpaste flag, and we see it.

[unstoppablepjm]

My Ultimate Jikook Fic Rec Part 1

Hello everyone~

Finally! I’ll be starting my kookmin/jikook fic rec. This has taken quite a while and I have over 500 fics to share 😭I’ll be dividing my posts into different parts and hopefully when I read new ones, I can start posting them separately.

So again, some disclaimers before we start!

Most of the fics I read involve some pretty heavy tags and almost always involve smut (lmao sorry, I’m a heathen what can I say)

With that said, READ THE TAGS FOR EACH FIC. Remember kids: dead dove don’t eat. 

This compilation will include: one-shots (c*mshots hekhek), chaptered, on-going, completed, and discontinued (yes, sadistic i know).

There may be some fluff recs here. But don’t count on it.

I'll cut the summaries as much as I can so that you won't get the whole block of text some writers include ksjdkjs

Again, and I will not stress this enough, don’t come at me if there are fics with dubious tags. I am a pretty open-minded reader and I’ve read my sizeable share of dark, disturbing fics so if you see tags not for you, move along.

I won't tag side ships unless they're tagged as the main relationship too

Also, I’ll intersperse some personal comments/observation if I feel like it. Usually I have these if a fic is particularly good or if I love how it's written  😊

Here's the link to my previous fic rec post: My Ultimate Jikook One-shot Fic Rec

OKAY, LET’S GET IT!

You are my home | On-going (15/?) | by: Erika1694

Summary: Jungkook is an awkward guy who befriends his next door neighbour Taehyung. Things go well until Taehyung introduces him to Jimin after which Jungkook's world turns upside down and he starts questioning everything including his sexuality.

His Pup | On-going (7/?) | by:Cho_Ha

Summary:Park Jimin must be going crazy because there was no way this disheveled looking guy was the cute little puppy he used to feed everyday after his night shift at the restaurant. Or Park Jimin feeds a puppy and meets a naked-ass dude.

Eden Afterworld | On-going (22/?) | by:Hadefex

Summary:Driven by rage over the public execution of his law abiding parents, Jimin enters the elite military district under the guise of being a prized Omega Positive to come face-to-face with the one person he hates more than himself - High Commander Jeon Jungkook. In a world where being Neutral is about as useless as being dead, how far is Jimin willing to go to get revenge?

Comment: i LOVE the writer's big mind. this is ot5 before jikook happens tho ehehe so if ur not down with that, skip

My Honey, You Taste So Sweet | On-going (7/?) | by:MyHope (CutesyMe)

Summary:Where Jimin only wants to find his soulmate but there is a war threatening him every second of his life

PHASES | On-going (2/?) | by:disneykoo

Summary:It was 4:30pm on a sunny friday evening in the middle of Seoul with nobody noticing that Park Jimin, son of CEO Park Jaemin, got kidnapped in the span of 15 seconds.

Typhon.exe | On-going (5/?) | by:kookiepeach

Summary:When grey hat hacker Jeon Jungkook sees Park Jimin at a party, all he wants to do is find out just a little bit more.

Your heartbeats told me | Completed (27/27) | by:Linn_Linn

Summary:What starts off with hate, soon turns to something else as Jimin and Jungkook begin to meet in secret. But what happens when secrets no longer can be kept? Friends comes and goes, but what about soulmates?

Comment: OMG I LOVE THIS FIC SM!! the gay awakening, the jk POV, the character development, the twists UGH! love it

Stockholm Syndrome | On-going (9/15) | by:expensive_latTae

Summary:“P-please, I’m sorry, let me go!” “You’re mine now. I’ll only let you go in death Angel.” Jimin never understood the Jeon Mafia’s Heir’s twisted obsession with him, and when did the pulsing pain under his skin and the artificial cage he was locked up in become a sign of love.

Comment: I'm interested to see where this goes. Hopefully the writer hasn't abandoned this yet

I Want Your Heart, Not Just Body | On-going (27/?) | by:IlovewritingJikook

Summary:When his village is attacked, Jimin is captured made a slave where he is bought on a whim as a birthday gift, and his life takes a drastic turn. Third Prince, Jungkook receives a surprising birthday gift- a beautiful, human named, Jimin. But Jungkook has no use for a personal slave, however, Jungkook has no choice but to keep him. The Two find friendship and love when they least expect it but can love between a vampire and a slave survive the lies, deceit, and betrayal that looms around every corner of the palace?

Kindred | On-going (2/?) | by:serendiplini

Summary:Jeon Jeongguk, heir of the illustrious Jeon Enterprises, is sent to a sleepy lakeside town to stake out a location for a new shopping mall. Unfortunately, his search quickly reaches a dead end—literally—when he learns the previous owner of the property has passed away with an iron grip on the deed to the land. Luckily for him, it just so happens that his eccentric innkeeper Park Jimin has a way of communicating with the dead. For a price, of course.

Soul Mates | On-going *Abandoned?* (8/?) | by:SomewhereAnywhere

Summary:Jeon Jeongguk, heir of the illustrious Jeon Enterprises, is sent to a sleepy lakeside town to stake out a location for a new shopping mall. Unfortunately, his search quickly reaches a dead end—literally—when he learns the previous owner of the property has passed away with an iron grip on the deed to the land. Luckily for him, it just so happens that his eccentric innkeeper Park Jimin has a way of communicating with the dead. For a price, of course.

the heart of a siren | Completed (16/16) | by:namakemono

Summary:Beware of what you take from the sea. She is not a treasure to be plundered, but a dark, vast void that will swallow you up and think nothing of it.

Comment: What a damn wonderful fic. The merman!JM fic I've always wanted to read. Loved the writing, the plot and how each character was portrayed.

Blood, Love & Tears | On-going *Abandoned?* (9/?) | by:Iamconfusion

Summary:You would think Jimin's life is like any other broke, 23 years old university student.

He has the craziest bestfriends.

He works a waitersjob at a highclass club.

He caught the interest of Jeon Jungkook.

Maybe it’s not so ordinary afterall.

This is Another Jikook Mafia au.

Comment: I hate that the writer seems to have abandoned this but good lord this fic is HOT.

The Lost Kingdom of Crows | On-going (7/10) | by:Priska

Summary:Jimin, who belongs to the widely spread kingdom of swans, falls in love with the youngest heir of a small noble family despite knowing they can never be. Jungkook, the youngest and wildest Prince of the crows, doesn't care about rules and restrictions. Wars and politics. He wants Jimin anyway. He wants him, even if it results in a curse that'll follow them through time and into a different reality.

Comment: Cute fic.

Life As a Beta | On-going (4/?) | by:lapetitemortjm

Summary:“Who wanted to present as a Beta?” Park Jimin had shit for luck when his unrequited love happened to be Jeon Jeongguk, an Alpha.

Dark Paradise | Completed (13/13) | by:makimonojjk

Summary:Park Jimin has life sorted. He does. He has a good job, a lovely wife and two beautiful kids. When he starts working at one of the most dangerous prisons in Seoul, he begins to question many of his life choices. When a certain inmate, Jeon Jeongguk, gets into his head and makes him rethink his whole life he knows he's in big trouble.

Comment: I enjoyed this fic sm. I loved the unique setting and ohhh myy JM is so hot in this one.

Arrangement Null And Void | Completed (15/15) | by:Holymotherofduck

Summary:Jungkook is the prince of the north. Dutiful to his position and passionate about his kingdom. When his parents announce they have found him a partner he is not surprised it is a member of the south kingdom. They had spoken for years on a union between the two sides of their country. What he does not expect is for that person to be a prince, in the same position he is and with the same passion. Prince Park Jimin. Unfortunately their views differ greatly and Jungkook has little respect for the south's soft approach, but Jimin is a prince just like him and will not stand by and let him have his way.

Comment: Nice plot progression.

Nemesis: Love | Completed (18/18) | by:AttilaTheHun

Summary:Park Jimin works hard, and everyone knows it. His boss likes him, his coworkers adore him, and he knows it's just a matter of time until he graduates from the ranks of the desk farm and into something better. All he has to do is conquer every single feeling of inadequacy he's ever had. Simple enough. Job-stealing newcomer Jeon Jeongguk doesn't seem to work for much of anything at all, and he's more than arrogant enough for them both. But he's certainly well-connected, tall and rich and good at everything. Jimin hates him on sight, and by the end of the first week he's sure they're eternal enemies. And sure, Jeongguk may be cute, even hot underneath his suits, but Jimin doesn't care about that. Not at all.

Comment: They say this is the must-read office!KM fic.

The Scent of Lemons | Completed (1/1) | by:Portent

Summary:There's Jimin, a dog, a duck and a tree. There's Jungkook, a little prejudiced, a little clueless and a whole lot gorgeous. Then there's this thing called love. Sometimes it hits like a truck and sometimes it blows like a gentle breeze.

Comment: The writing is awesome! This fic is too cute for words and literally JM is so cute here with his lil pets :D

a dose of salt | On-going (9/10) | by:Daisyjjang

Summary:Park Jimin is a renown cardiothoracic surgeon—a genius, a medical prodigy, the best surgeon at the hospital. He’s kind, friendly, handsome, and patient. He’s also the son of the hospital’s Chairman. But nobody needs to know that since he’s worked for and earned everything he’s accomplished on his own without the help of nepotism. Everyone loves him. Everyone but Jeon Jungkook, the hot new military trauma surgeon straight out of the army. The decorated veteran is brilliant and quick witted, but has a hot temper and absolutely zero tolerance for bullshit. When Park Jimin makes a bad first impression on him, things get extremely salty between the two very different personalities.

Comment: From one of my fave twitter AU writers, she never disappoints. The medical!KM fic y'all should read. Don't be bothered by the remaining chapter, I think it's only an epilogue to the story anyway.

Okay, this is it for now! I'll create part 2 in a while. Let me know if you loved any of these! Enjoyyy! Thanks!!

[azeroth-and-beyond]

The End of the Hunt

Athaea's entire body was aching. The last few months had been hell on Azeroth for her and the rest of the Watchers. They had chased Illidan and his followers from the coast of Azshara, through the Great Sea, into the Broken Isles, and then again into the Eastern Kingdoms. Athaea had never walked upon this continent, so far away from Kalimdor. The destruction she found here was eerily similar to that left behind by the Legion, after their attack on Mt. Hyjal.

She looked to her sides. She knew all of the faces around her, even those obscured by their Warden helmets. Most of her time in the Watchers was spent alone, patrolling the barrow deeps and the vault, or hunting criminals. But this hunt was unlike any other that had come before it. In this hunt, the Watchers worked together as a unit, trailing behind their ultimate target: Illidan Stormrage.

For every face she recognized, however, there was one more missing. Their losses had been severe, not only because of the treacherous naga and the Illidari, but because of the demons and lost souls of the Broken Isles, and the undead scourge that plagued Lordaeron. And despite their sudden alliance with Kael’thas, and the arrival of Malfurion and Tyrande, Athaea couldn’t shake the feeling of loss.

Even so, there was no regret in her mind. Illidan's imprisonment had given birth to the Watchers and the Wardens. Losing him wounded not only their pride, but their very souls as well. For this hunt, no price was too high to pay, and no distance was too far to walk.

Athaea shifted her weight, fighting off exhaustion. Her cloak was torn, her armor bent and scored from many recent battles. She had escaped death several times already, but she knew that their cause was just, and that Elune would see her through it. This was the Watchers' finest hour. Illidan was cornered within the ruins of Dalaran, and there was nowhere for him to escape. He was using his vile demonic magic for some kind of ritual. They had to act now, and stop the Betrayer from tearing Azeroth asunder once more.

“First Lieutenant Lonelight.” Just a few feet from her stood Anyndra, Maiev Shadowsong's lieutenant. Athaea snapped to attention, her back straight, and waited for her to continue.

“You’ll be leading the warden Silynna Lunarblade, and a small group of watchers. Follow the orders you were given earlier. This is your chance to prove yourself. Rise to the challenge, and Illidan will not escape us this day.” As soon as Anyndra had finished, she pointed toward her squad and walked away. This wasn’t a slight. The watchers were short on time and manpower, so every second was precious. Aware of this, Athaea swiftly approached her comrades-in-arms.

“Sister Lunarblade,” she began. “Watchers. Our orders are clear. We will be one of the spearheads piercing the ruins and breaking through the Illidari forces. We are to eliminate any Illidari we find, and forge a path for the rest of the watchers. They will rendezvous with us when the way is clear. If you are prepared, we will move out immediately.” Athaea tried to keep her voice firm and resolute. The entire plan had already crystallized in her mind, and she was eager to follow it.

“Sister Lonelight, if I may?” Lunarblade spoke up, and waited to be acknowledged. Athaea raised her eyebrows behind her helmet, gesturing for her to continue. “Are you sure that we should launch the attack before additional forces arrive with Malfurion and Kael'thas? With their reinforcements, such a mission would be far less risky.”

Athaea met the warden's eyes, remaining stern. “Our orders are clear, sister. Even a moment's hesitation will jeopardize this entire operation, allowing the Betrayer to grow closer to his vile objectives. We cannot rely on the so-called 'Sin'dorei', nor can we wait for Malfurion to swoop in and rescue us. Our mission here is to finally capture the Betrayer, no matter the risk. If we fail, we do not deserve to be called watchers. Understood?” She turned and began to make her way towards the battlefield, giving Lunarblade no time to voice an objection. The watchers in their squad dispersed, each ready to take part in the plan. Athaea held tightly to her umbra crescent, then made herself relax her grip, conscious of her body betraying any signs of weakness. The women under her command would be watching her closely, and she could not falter. This attack was the culmination of months of sleepless nights and dead ends.

Athaea and her squad used the shadows of the trees for cover as they moved into position, as soundlessly as they could. Several naga stood guard around the perimeter of the ruins, ready to defend their despicable master. Athaea counted two naga myrmidons, conspicuous in their armor, two naga sirens, and one snapdragon. She glanced back at her own squad, and saw that Lunarblade was already in position, along with a huntress and two archers. Though the naga matched them in numbers, the watchers had the element of surprise. And with two wardens among them, their opponents stood little chance.

Athaea signaled to her squad, communicating her plan. Each archer would take one myrmidon, luring them into the trees where the more agile elves could easily outmaneuver them. The huntress would rush the snapdragon, using superior mobility to counter the beast's crippling poison, and keep its attention away from the other kaldorei. Herself and the other warden would blink towards the sirens, and kill or disable them as quickly as possible. The casters were frail, but dangerous. It would only take them a few seconds to get a spell off, and that could prove disastrous. It was a simple plan: divide and conquer. It had worked exceptionally in the past.

Athaea gave the signal to hold, waiting for the ideal moment to strike. Their timing had to be perfect in order for the plan for the work. If one of them engaged the enemy too soon, it would give away their position, and the battlefield would dissolve into chaos. The archers notched their arrows, and the huntress eyed her target with a predatory, calculating expression.

Athaea took a deep breath, sparing a quick prayer to Elune, and then gave her signal. The archers drew and silently loosed their arrows, which made satisfying impacts in the torso of each myrmidon. The strikes were not fatal, but they should be sufficient to lure their targets away from their positions and into the trees.

As the lumbering naga started to slither away in pursuit of the archers, everything came together in a matter of seconds. The huntress pounced upon the snap dragon, the creature screeching in pain as her moonglaive tore through its flesh. The wardens seemed to blink out of existence, moving through time and space at incredible speeds, and reappeared a couple of feet away from the sirens. Athaea's umbra crescent dug past the naga's scales and buried into its neck, silencing it forever. Lunarblade pierced the other siren's chest with her glaive, and was rewarded with a gush of blood as her target fell.

It was all going according to plan-- but as Athaea turned back to the rest of her squad, she realized that was not the case at all. One of the myrmidons was ignoring the arrow in his chest and rushing for the huntress instead. Athaea immediately broke into a desperate sprint, attempting to intercept the brute. Just when it seemed that she might make it, the myrmidon took aim with its trident and hurled it at the huntress's nightsaber, pinning it to the ground. It struggled desperately, yowling, unable to move. The huntress was thrown from her mount, and before she could collect herself, the snapdragon was upon her, its poisoned fangs tearing her apart.

“Lunarblade! The snapdragon!” Athaea called desperately as she launched her attack against the myrmidon, drawing him away from the wounded saber. But before Lunarblade could reach the beast, it launched its deadly spit into the face of one of the elven archers, who collapsed, yelling in pain.

The plan was unraveling quickly, and Athaea knew there was little time. She took one of the poisoned daggers from her belt and thrust it directly into the myrmidon's arm. A small distance away, Lunarblade had managed to cleave through the skull of the snapdragon. The remaining archer was not so lucky. Trapped out in the open without her backup, she panicked. The second myrmidon threw a net at her, and she was too sluggish to move out of the way. She was thrown back against a tree, immobilized, her limbs tangled in the net. Before the wardens could react to save her, he crushed the elf's head with his massive trident, and then turned back to assist his fellow myrmidon.

Athaea was sweating, her arms trembling. She couldn’t fail, not here, not now. She drove the poisoned knife deeper into the arm of the naga brute, and her poison began to take effect. As the beast reacted to the burning sensation inside his veins, Athaea delivered the killing blow to its head with her weapon, slicing his jaw off and crushing his skull with her closed metal fist. She glanced at Lunarblade, who had already thrown several daggers at the approaching myrmidon. She took the chance and rushed into combat once again, striking at the beast's tail, just as Lunarblade flanked him, both the wardens delivering devastating blows to the beast, until he could no longer stand.

“The watchers, we need to help them!” Lunarblade proclaimed, moving toward the fallen huntress. Athaea glanced at the three lifeless elves, and then at the body of the nightsaber. She sighed, gritting her teeth. She approached Lunarblade and grabbed her shoulder.

“We don’t have time for this, Lunarblade. They knew the risks, and they died for the hunt. Their sacrifice will only be meaningless if we fail. Nothing else matters!” She rebuked the younger warden, pulling her back forcefully. Lunarblade's only response was an angry glare as she moved away from the body. Just as Athaea was about to take a deep breath, she felt a painful stab in her side. There was a sudden rush of cold around the impact, and she immediately looked in the direction from which the blow had come.

“Land-born ssscum!” A gigantic naga approached from the ruins, even larger than the myrmidon. It was a Royal Guard, entrusted to defend the pathways into the ruins. Athaea realized that she had been hit by a frost bolt, and she knelt in pain, the cold nearly unbearable. While her armor had absorbed most of the impact, she felt her body cooling down, her focus diverted.

“We need to take the royal guard down, now!” Athaea screamed, trying to get her heart pumping to warm up her body once more. She reached to her belt, grabbing and throwing several poisoned daggers at the approaching naga, but he hardly seemed to react, his approach not slowed in the slightest. Lunarblade attempted a direct assault, blinking through the distance between them and trying to intercept the beast, appearing behind him.

“I won’t let you kill any more kaldorei this day, foul beast!” Lunarblade cried, her glaive piercing the naga's tail. Athaea finally managed to recover, and dashed into the fight as quickly as she could. But before she could reach them, the Royal Guard and Lunarblade had already come to blows. The naga was much stronger than the warden, making parrying almost impossible. Instead, she gracefully dodged his every strike, piercing his flesh whenever she had the opportunity.

“Lonelight, stay back! You aren’t in fighting shape!” Lunarblade warned. But Athaea ignored her, swinging her umbra crescent and delivering a slash towards the naga. He still stood tall, barely seeming to be aware of his wounds. He instead delivered a lumbering strike at Athaea, hitting her with the blunt end of his trident and sending her flying back several feet. Her head rang as she landed on the hard ground, and she knew she had to get back to her feet at any cost. Lunarblade sprinted to the fallen warden, helping her get up.

“Lieutenant, you have to retreat! I’ll hold him ba-” Her words came to a sudden halt as the myrmidon's trident burst through her rib cage, through both sides of her armor. Athaea was covered with the warden's blood, only a few inches away as she watched everything unravel. Her first instinct was to vomit at the grotesque sight, but she knew she had to keep fighting. Instead, she pulled the trident to the side and thrust her umbra crescent forward, which crashed directly into the naga's chest between his ribs, forcing him to back away as he gasped for air.

As he let go of his trident, Lunarblade's body slumped slowly to the ground. With a swift movement, Athaea sliced the creature's head in half, finally defeating her foe. Her muscles were in agony, her mind exhausted. The realization that she was the last one alive of her squad slowly dawned upon her. She looked at the body of every kaldorei around her, coughing. She knew that the image would be seared into her memory forever. Her stomach churned as she regarded the state of Silynna Lunarblade's corpse. She felt like throwing up again, her lips trembling. Even if she had killed all the naga, she had lost everyone under her command. She closed her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts.

As she slowly opened her eyes and looked toward the ruins once more, she saw a sudden blur approaching, almost like a purple wraith. Before she could react, that wraith rushed toward her, slamming into her. As the blur gained a defined shape, Athaea saw a female kaldorei right in front of her, pressing a large blade against her armored chest. Glowing green tattoos, darkened horns on her head... Then it clicked;  a demon hunter had found her. And she was there to finish the warden once and for all. The Illidari's warglaive dug into her armor, splitting it into pieces, and finally connected with her flesh. Those seconds felt like an eternity for Athaea, as she watched the warglaive dig into her flesh and through her rib cage, eventually shattering her sternum. She didn’t feel the pain right away, but instead a sort of numbness, as if she were watching it all happen to someone else.

Athaea was thrown back, collapsing. She desperately gasped for air, struggling to stay alive. A coughing fit set in, and she felt the warm, coppery taste of blood filling her mouth. Her consciousness was fading, and quickly. She looked up at the sky, trying to find guidance from Elune, but her vision soon became too blurry for her to make out the shining stars above.

As she came to grips with her situation, all she could feel was shame. Regret. She had failed her mission, and she had abandoned the watchers in their moment of greatest need. And now her hunt would be forever unfinished.

The warden then felt something grab her feet. She saw the sky moving above her, felt the ground moving beneath her. Someone was dragging her. Soon the sky was obscured by tree cover, and she finally lost consciousness.

Athaea's eyes snapped open, and her chest heaved for air. A lacerating pain spread through her torso like fire, but all she could do was whine in pain. She looked around and saw a kaldorei man just above her, administering his druidic magic to her open wound. The warden tried to form words, but all that came forth were coughs and groans.

“Stay quiet, warden. You have to preserve your strength. You came awfully close to dying. If we hadn’t found you hidden by the trees when we did, you would’ve surely perished like the rest of the watchers with you.” Athaea's head was flooded with thoughts, stabbing like daggers, accompanying the burning pain that had now spread through her entire body.

“You are safe now. We returned you to our main base. The bulk of our forces are assaulting Illidan's stronghold, and he’s fighting a losing battle. He should be defeated at any moment now.” Athaea could feel herself start to panic. She couldn’t afford to lay here, dying, as the rest of the watchers neared the end of their hunt. She reached for the druid with a battered arm, trying to grab him, but her vision grew blurry and she failed, instead snatching at the air next to him.

“You are not leaving my watch,” he said sternly. “Not under any circumstances. We were lucky to have found your body at all. The wardens passed right by you, and then entered the ruins moments before we arrived. They are deep into the battle now.” He paused, then added firmly, “You are in no shape to even stand on your own.” As he spoke, Athaea began to feel light-headed. All the effort she had just put forth had been ultimately fruitless, and in her fragile state, the thought seemed overwhelming. She coughed, trying to think of something to say, to plead with the druid, but her consciousness began fading.

It took several days for Athaea Lonelight to wake up again, and under far different circumstances. Illidan had escaped into Outland, and many of the watchers had chased him into the unknown world. But not Athaea. She was bed-bound, unable to move much more than her eyes and her mouth. Not long after, she returned to Kalimdor with Malfurion and Tyrande's forces. It would be several months before she even stood on her own feet again.

Lying awake in her bed, Athaea could no longer escape her own thoughts. She could not devote her focus to her next target, or distract herself with the need for vengeance, or justify the hate inside of her by focusing it on the hunt. She was forced to face herself and all the choices that led her to this point, silent and alone.

She was not aware at the time of the change that was coming over her, but it happened slowly and surely. After that hunt, Athaea would never be the same again.

((Many thanks to http://liettarosewood.tumblr.com/ for editing this story for me!))

[dogopower]

Satan, Prince of This World

After his initiation, which is said to have been conducted personally by Pike, his attitude and activities suddenly changed. While he outwardly remained anti-clerical and anti-Vatican, he no longer advocated the violent overthrow of the Vatican by force. Pike did with Lemmi what Karl Rothschild had had to do little more than a decade earlier with other Satanists when they stirred up so much anti-Vatican hatred that the governments of France and Italy were on the verge of destroying it. Karl Rothschild, an initiate of the Full Secret, stepped in to act as “Peacemaker” between the Vatican and her enemies. History relates how his intervention ‘saved’ the Vatican and made Karl Rothschild the ‘friend’ and ‘trusted adviser’ of the Pope. He reorganized the affairs of the Treasury and State Departments.

But history has proved that Karl Rothschild was no true friend of the Vatican. Two World Wars, instigated by his family of moneylenders, and their international affiliates who direct the W.R.M.., have seen Christians of all denominations divided into opposing camps, been made to fight and kill each other off by the tens of millions. This has been done to bring Pike’s plan for the final social cataclysm nearer to fruition. Communism grew stronger as Christianity was weakened, until today, as Pike’s plan required, Communism has darkened the entire earth.

While it would be inaccurate to deny that there have been ‘bad’ Popes, as there have been ‘bad’ Kings, it is only proper to point out that the ‘bad’ Popes and Kings were no worse than some of the other leaders of Christianity, when they became presidents of republics. Luciferianism demands that ALL temporal and spiritual authority be destroyed because of their alleged badness. Because the struggle in which we are involved, is against the spiritual forces of darkness, it stands to reason that there must be good and bad people in all walks of life; in all levels of government and in all religions. It is typical of all who serve the Devil’s cause that they always use destructive criticism aimed at those in authority, to undermine the confidence and loyalty of the individual in the remaining governmental and religious institutions. This policy helps those who direct the W.R.M. to at first weaken, and then destroy ALL remaining governments and religions. Let us never forget that there is nothing wrong with Christianity. Many things done in the name of Christianity were done by men who, knowingly or unknowingly, furthered the secret plans of the Luciferian conspiracy. What we need to do is clean upon and strengthen Christianity as God would wish.

The above remarks are published to explain how it is that Satanists have always attacked the Popes and the Vatican, and advocated their destruction, while the High Priests of the Luciferian Creed have, to-date, always stepped in and prevented their doing so. The intervention of those who control the Synagogue of Satan AT THE TOP was not out of love or respect for the Pope of the Vatican. They intervened because, being initiated into the FULL SECRET, they knew that when their conspiracy reaches its final stage; after all temporal powers have been reduced in strength until they no longer remain World Powers; when a tired and weary people have been reduced to such a physical and mental condition that they became convinced that ONLY a One World Gov- ernment can put an end to revolutions and wars, and give them peace, they must use the clash between Communism and Christianity to destroy ALL remaining religious institutions also.

Gen. Albert Pike revealed how this was to be done in the letter he wrote Mazzini August 15,1871. That part which deals with this particular phase of the conspiracy reads as follows, “We shall unleash the Nihilists and Atheists, and we shall provoke a formidable social cataclysm which in all its horror will show clearly to the nations (people of different nationalities), the effects of absolute atheism, origin of savagery and of the most bloody turmoil. Then everywhere, the citizens obliged to defend themselves against the world minority or revolutionaries, will exterminate those destroyers of civilization, and the multitude, disillusioned with Christianity, whose deistic spirits will be from that moment without compass (direction), anxious for an ideal, but without knowing where to render its adoration, will receive the TRUE LIGHT, through the universal manifestation of the pure doctrine of Lucifer, brought finally out in the public view, a manifestation which will result from the general reactionary movement which will follow the destruction of Christianity and Atheism, both conquered and exterminated at the same time.”

We ask the reader to study every word of this diabolically inspired document. According to Pike’s military blueprint, drawn up between 1859 and 1871, three global wars and three major revolutions were to place the High Priests of the Luciferian Creed in position to usurp world powers. Two World Wars have been fought according to schedule. The Russian and Chinese revolutions have achieved success. Communism has been built up in strength and Christendom weakened. World War Three is now in the making. If it is allowed to break out, all remaining nations will be further weakened, and Islam and political Zionism will be destroyed as world powers. The reader must not forget that the Arab world is made up of millions of people, many of whom are Christians; many are of the Jewish faith; many are Mohammedans, but all subscribe to belief in the same God Christians worship as the Creator of the Universe. The Koran of the Mohammedan faith is practically identical with the Bible, excepting only that the Mohammedan religion, while accepting Jesus Christ as the GREATEST of God’s prophets before Mohammed, does not permit its members to believe in the Divinity of Christ.

The point we wish to make is this: Those who direct the Luciferian conspiracy AT THE TOP realize only too well that before they can provoke the final social cataclysm, they must first of all bring about the destruction of Islam as a world power, because if Islam were not destroyed, it would undoubtedly line up with Christianity

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Sad Sunday

Cry for America.

At a time when it was clear America planned to unite–to come together to condemn a policeman’s heinous crimes over a defenseless man, the left had no intention of allowing that to happen.  White America, they have made clear, will not be allowed to “appropriate” this black man’s pain or his family’s pain — or to feel universal aversion to something everyone knows is wrong.

That is clearly not enough.

In order to “divide and conquer” and most of all, get rid of Donald Trump, all of America must bleed.  And bleed she is.  All innocent policemen will be sacrificed in this scorched earth policy and there will be no one standing at the end.  The numbers in no way reflect the genocide they want you to believe this act represents — it represents the act of one idiot or insane man (if in due process this video truly represents what went on) and nearly all of the left is walking in lockstep to do this.  Nine unarmed black people died in 2019 (even though that might mean they  had a gun on the front seat) and 19 unarmed white people died at the hands of the police in 2019.   The numbers of white people equal the number of black people overall killed in “police encounters.”  About 230 black people killed; same number of whites.  Most crime happens in inner cities where black people equal or outweigh numbers of white people, so those numbers are unexpectedly low.

Why don’t they post the number of dead police officers trying to defend you and me against violent criminals of all colors? The number was 106 in 2019.  During 911 they were some of the first to rush into that building, they die or are hurt regularly doing a thankless job and now for their efforts they will be fired, not served in restaurants, and basically demonized for the foreseeable future as white sports figures cave under the enormous pressure to get in lockstep.  My  husband, as mayor of our small town many years ago, hired a police chief, a white man.  Of course, you’ll say.  I came home one day to see him personally, not one of his guys, rolling around the ground with my neighbor, a mentally ill man who hadn’t taken his meds and had attacked his girl friend.  He was not making a sound, no shouting, nothing to escalate the situation, and when the man got tired, I watched Larry, nose bleeding and scratches all over his face, lead the man calmly toward his police car.   I was within ten feet of them and I never even heard him yell or order this man, pull a weapon, or do much to dominate this person.  It was hard to figure out how he even got control of the situation.  It was so strangely quiet, it was cartoonish. Previously, when they needed to make a drug arrest and the powers that be wanted swat teams, Larry walked up to the front door himself and calmly arrested the guy so that innocent people, and even the perpetrator, were not harmed.  He went with Larry without incident.

This, no doubt, is more representative of your average policeman.

If you condemn the violence of these rioters, even if you agree with all the peaceful protesting surrounding this tragedy, you are “part of the problem.”  That is what my “best friend,” a supposed life-long and at times judgmental Christian posts on her Facebook page about people like me.  Accept your collective white guilt — and all policemen symbolize such — even black police chiefs trying to do their jobs — or face the consequences.  Black Lives Matter, on their site, wants all prisoners released, reparations, a guaranteed income, free education and more.  And the progressive white elite want to use it to unseat Donald Trump when weaponizing the justice department and falsely accusing him of being a traitor failed to do it.

And it might.

What’s gone on here in the last three years to our country will likely never be repaired in my lifetime.

Disband police departments–that’s what the cry is now and it appears some of the major cities are doing just that.  And I see no reason for the police departments or security people to protect Schumer, Pelosi, Biden, or the rest of them.  I think the social workers they propose to send in on our behalf– should arrive for the progressive left politicians.   See how that works out for them. Let them live under that which they intend we live.

If you went through graduate school (and I have my MFA from a small school in Michigan Upper Peninsula–especially if you are an English major), you took what they call “literary theory.”  This is the class in which you learn that the author and the individual (and soon even the novel–which is an individual expression) is dead.  Universalism is dead.  This is the class where we throw out the baby with the bathwater.  For instance, if a minority person shares a story of pain from their life experience, and you as a white person, say, “Oh, I can understand that pain,” based on some close experience, a university professor will say, “Oh no you do NOT understand.  You are appropriating their pain and minimizing it just by your very empathy.”  Even though it’s what we have in common as human beings that led us to appreciate the uniqueness of everyone else in the first place.   That desire for freedom, love, family, food, a roof over our heads, and the pursuit of happiness. We are no longer allowed to feel that human connection.  And of course, divide and conquer is what the progressives need to achieve their socialist agenda and they WILL have it.

So the killing of George Floyd AND the violence in the street cannot both be wrong in today’s politically correct narrative.

I have never been a death penalty advocate because “free will” is hard to prove–I’m a mixed philosopher — so perhaps they had no choice–mental illness, poverty, other environmental influences caused them to behave that way and violence is not remedy for violence (Floyd had been arrested for armed robbery, was a drug addict, and –nobody knows — seems to have been passing counterfeit money).  But he is a product of our society, the left wails.  He is your fault.

And he is a martyr.

Well then, so is Chauvin.  But he, too, is the fault only of the white privileged, they argue.

It is all our faults.   I as a woman apparently am to blame for every crazy woman who kills her children or her husband for insurance money. We are all to blame and represent serial killers.  They are not aberrations and outliers–they are apparently us.  Black people kill more black people than white people do-again, our fault.

I beg to differ. We are ALL to blame here and that is what we have in common!

It’s what we have in common in the human condition and violence is never justified except in imminent self defense.  Not ever.   Progressives are ends justifies the means people, and there’s no end of individuals who must be sacrificed to the collective good of today for this globalist, socialist movement.

So I, according to my friend, am not allowed to cry for George Floyd at all unless I understand that this violence is necessary.  Peaceful protesting of America’s lockdown or the desire to peacefully gather in a church was murderous and selfish and not allowed; but mass gatherings –most of them at least partially violent — are fine in the name of a left agenda.  Breathe all over each other as long as it achieves our aims.

What it boils down to is the left has rights in any situation (all women are not believed anymore when it’s Joe Biden), and conservatives have none.  15% of them are “bad people,” according to Biden.  But George Floyd, who bears absolutely no responsibility for his actions or the situation he found himself in, is a martyr and certainly one of the “good” people.  A gentle giant, they say.

I, according to  my friend, belong in that 15%.

Louise Erdrich, a fabulous literary writer, is half German and have Native American.  She was criticized for caring more about postmodernism than she did about the abuses to –and marginalization of –Native Americans because she dared to see not only those of her ancestors who were lynched, but those that had done the lynching, as victims of a sad history.  Perhaps she was referring to the guilt she felt passed down by her white fathers who had behaved this way and nothing she can do about it–or perhaps she just has compassion for all people and the unfairness of the human condition.  As half white, half Indian she was searching for a way to heal, perhaps to reconcile all the pain of her heritage, to bring people finally together, but that was not allowed.   Even from her unique perspective.  She was not allowed an individual perspective, but must, instead, speak for the “other” as an oppressed group.  And if not, her work was nothing.

So how do I feel seeing my friend post garbage like this?  (And I have more liberal friends than conservative who are posting this stuff).  Helpless and betrayed.

And ineffably sad.  Words cannot express how sad.

“Groups” and the bloodless ideals of them, “causes” whether they are socialists or conservatives or Christians, dehumanize and separate us forever.  It is only an individual voice that has a chance of communicating with another individual voice–and that, it seems, is being silenced forever.  Become one of those sheep, part of our progressive agenda, part of that group, or you are part of the problem.   Burn it all down with us –even though this country is the best version of imperfect government there is –so much so that people flood our borders to come here — or you will burn individually because individuality and universalism is dead.

And so are you.

And so is America…

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The Israeli-Palestinian Conflict

I think my biggest problem with the Israel/Palestine conflict is that I don’t know enough to form opinions. This is an attempt to solve this problem, by analyzing the history of Palestine and how exactly the US is involved.

Here’s some background.

               In November of 1917, the Balfour Declaration was declared by the British Government, expressing its support of creating a Jewish homeland in Palestine. Palestine was mandated under Great Britain from 1922-1948. Great Britain then gave the responsibility of their Balfour Declaration to be executed by the United Nations in 1947. Taken directly from their website, the United Nations is “a mechanism for governments to find areas of agreement and solve problems together”. The UN came up with two solutions: a two-state solution, where Israel and Palestine would function as independent states that were joined economically, and a one-state solution, where both parties would have “areas” in a shared state that functioned independently and autonomously. Israel liked the two-state solution, because it would give them the land they sought after. Palestine did not like any options, and instead suggested a secular, democratic state with equal rights regardless of religion or nationality. Then, in 1947, the UN passed something called Resolution 181 (which was a plan that was lobbied aggressively by pro-Israel, oftentimes Zionist individuals). Resolution 181 proposed that 55% of Palestinian land would be partitioned into Jewish states belonging to Israel. Jerusalem was to be governed independently by an “international regime”.  Resolution 181 passed with 33 votes for, 13 against, and 10 abstentions. Although the Jewish community was satisfied with this, the Arab community rejected it. They were told, by America, that no decisions would be made without consultation. The Arabs attacked, and Israel declared independence a year later. Zionists and Israel committed 33 massacres in the next 2 years, as tensions grew, the most prominent being Deir Yassin. At the end of this 2-year-war, 78% of Palestinian land was conquered by Israel, which resulted in around 750,000 Palestinian refugees in 1949.

               The Palestinian Liberation Organization (P.L.O.) was formed in 1964, in an effort to avoid independent Arab nationalist groups from forming. In 1967, tensions rose to a Six Day War. Israel launched a surprise attack on Egypt, which was successful, and led to Israel’s occupation of the West Bank and the Gaza Strip. This displaced 250,000 Palestinians. The West Bank Palestinians are led by Mahmoud Abbas, who has been writing and advocating for a peaceful negotiation between Arabs and Israelis. As nice as that sounds on paper, it gets drowned out by the loud terrorist group Hamas. Hamas isn’t there to make friends. They want Palestinians riled up and angry at the Israelis, and promote this by launching missiles at Israel. But Israel is stronger, funded, and technologically advanced in both the defense (an iron dome) and offense (air-raids). Their response is disproportionate to Palestine, all while Palestine is now viewed by the world as provoking Israel. Palestinians, in response to the Six Day War, decide that Israel is no longer recognized or to be negotiated with.

The UN ironically passes another Resolution, Resolution 242, which reiterates that territories aren’t supposed to be taken by war and that states should work towards a solution. The UN also states, in 1974, that Zionism is a form of racism (they revoke this in 1991). A couple years later, Egypt and Israel sign peace treaties, and later, Israel repeats this with Lebanon. In 1987, the first Intifada occurred. Intifadas occurred a couple times. They are basically Palestinian uprisings that end in a stalemate with a high body count on the Palestinian side. However the first Intifada resulted in the P.L.O. and Israel acknowledging and recognizing each other.  In 1993, P.L.O. and Israel sign the Oslo Peace Accord. Two years later, Prime Minister of Israel, Yitzhak Rabin, was assassinated for seeking a peaceful negotiation with Palestine.

           Things get bad again, a couple intifadas happen, and Israel assassinates the leader of Hamas. In 2003, Israel begins building a wall along the west bank for an estimated $220 mil. Violence increases, following the format of Hamas firing missiles at Israel and Israel fighting back. President Obama endorses a two-state solution, and later, President Trump endorses a one-state solution. We commit $38 billion in aid to Israel over a 10 year period, starting in 2019, giving .7 billion more annually than we do currently.

One month ago, in May, Hamas announced that they would be willing to consider accepting an interim Palestinian state alongside Israel. That’s a big step in the direction towards peace, but it’s in no way indicative of what’s about to come.

What opinions have I garnered now that I know things?

               I disagree with our funding. Or at least the increase in of it. Israel is an important ally, yes. But Britain is too, and they have opposed us before and have disagreed with our more controversial decisions. Having allies does not mean we owe them increases in support in such magnitude, especially when Israel was under Britain’s supervision for a while, and never ours.

               I think Israel is misrepresented. They have signed a couple peace treaties, yes. They have had leaders who are arguing for peace and advocating for compromise. But in the early stages of Israel, their Zionist leaders resulted in cultivating such a tense, polarized, and hateful tension between Palestine and Israel. In fact, I believe it’s unfair to hold Palestine to blame for the Hamas attacks; Hamas is simply continuing the rhetoric that the fight can’t end in peace (that Israel originally encouraged due to wanting to get all the land for themselves).

               It could be argued that Israel did opt for the two-state, peaceful solution of dividing the Palestinian land in half. This bloody mess could have been avoided. But it also isn’t fair to ask Palestine to be willing to give up 55% of their land—especially when the UN specifically stated AND reiterated that taking land by war was inadmissible. I guess, in conclusion, I think Israel should not have been promoted and encouraged so strongly by us and the UN, and that we should pull out financially. I would love to see the UN being more useful and less biased towards Israel, especially in lobbying and voting. I think I personally stand with the two-state solution, with more land returned to the Palestinians, including the Gaza Strip and the West Bank.

 Sources:

A Synopsis of the Israel/Palestine Conflict. http://ifamericaknew.org/history/

Overview. http://www.un.org/en/sections/about-un/overview/

Menachem Begin. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Menachem_Begin

The Quickest Possible Explanation of the Current Israeli-Palestinian Conflict. http://thehigherlearning.com/2014/07/10/quickest-possible-explanation-of-the-current-israeli-palestinian-conflict/

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You’re Afraid and I’m Afraid and Everyone’s Afraid

Image: bbc.com

In March 2015, I was about two miles and a handful of hours away from becoming a victim of a terrorist attack.

I was in Bamako, Mali, on the tail end of a two week-long work trip, where I was part of a team evaluating some really exciting projects happening in rural communities.  When I first arrived, I became quickly aware of some of the ongoing tensions in Mali with the various ethnic groups and the presence of Al-Qaida operatives in the north.  Everyone knew where the “safe” parts of the country were - like Bamako and the areas where we would be visiting - and where the dangerous parts were - places like Timbuktu that most Americans think are made up.  

There was always an awareness of what the extremist groups in the north were up to; who their leaders were, which villages they were occupying, etc; but there was also an insistence among the people of the country as a whole that life needed to keep moving. They weren’t going to let a few radicals dictate how life was going to go, especially in “safe” zones like the capital of Bamako.

Then, on my second to last day in the country, I woke up to the news that during the night there had been an attack on a nightclub about two miles from the family’s house where I was staying.  The unprecedented attack had taken place on a strip of restaurants, across the street from where we had been eating dinner only a few hours earlier.  As details came out through the day, we found out that the victims of the attack were foreigners from Western countries who were perceived to be corrupting the sacred culture and traditions that extremist groups were fighting to protect.

It was the first attack in Bamako in years, and completely disrupted the way the entire country perceived their situation.  Suddenly, what used to be considered safe was no longer safe.  Simple activities like going to the market or walking around were no longer free from anxiety that at any second something terrible might happen.  I sat and listened to friends of the family I was staying with as they cried about the future of their country, the unknowns that they were now presented with, the fear of what may happen next.

The next day, my last day in the country, I did end up going out into the market with a (very knowledgeable, very safety-cautious) guide and saw a city of people insistent on moving forward.  People were shaken and marked with trauma from the attack and from a history of violence and unrest, but were fixed on continuing to do business, go to places of worship (both churches and mosques), interact with neighbors, and advocate for change.

Fear is a powerful, powerful force.  It leaves visible marks and invisible scars on the people who have experienced it firsthand; it can cripple society from taking action against something; it can perpetuate behaviors that allow for injustice and spread ignorance to divide and conquer.

When I woke up and learned of the attack, fear gripped me as I realized how narrowly I had avoided death.  When I heard people grieving over the loss of security in their country, their fear was evident in their words and eyes.  

As I’ve gotten to know and spoken with Muslims in the years following 9/11, they expressed fear that they would be targeted as threats by a powerful country now filled with fear of their entire belief system.

When I learned from activists in Honduras who were publishing stories about corruption in the government and the police force, having already experienced the tragic loss of a lawyer who had been murdered by people he was making a case against, fear was always a lurking presence, threatening to take control and cripple their efforts (these brave Christians keep pressing on though).

When I worked with children from Central America - children known by many based solely on the politically-charged label “undocumented” - I heard their stories of fear as they fled for their lives from the threat of gang violence in their countries.  The fear they had encountered in the journey to the US - as they were pushed to the brink of starvation with only the clothes on their back, were passed from smuggler to smuggler like lifeless cargo, were targeted by drug cartels - was so intense that many could not bring themselves to articulate how they were feeling or how to cope with their lived experiences.

Now, I look around and am confronted daily with a different expression of fear, one that has gripped our country and refuses to let go.  

As Donald Trump gained a mass following and eventually became elected as the president of the United States, he sold his supporters a message of hope (“Make America Great Again...”) wrapped in a rhetoric of fear (“...by shutting out immigrants and Muslims and everyone else different from us, oh and don’t trust a word from the ‘Liberal Elite’ because they’re all out to get you…”).  One of the main reasons he won was because he was able to tap into that universal American longing for greatness, while couching that with the myth that “the other” was standing in the way of that greatness, threatening to stomp it out forever.

It’s really not much of a surprise how contagious that message became, and how readily people grabbed onto it.  It’s really easy to write off our problems because of something that people who we don’t know did.  It’s easy to tell ourselves that we are being threatened by people who are “different”, because we haven’t taken the time to realize how similar they are to us.  

It’s really easy for us to be afraid of the unknown.

Over the past week, we have seen these fears get played out on a dramatic, frightening scale.  It turns out, Trump was very serious about his campaign claims on immigrants and refugees, and has now taken drastic measures to make our country less open and less welcoming, all in the name of security and safety.  “Rest easy, America, your problems will all be gone once we figure out what to do with ‘these people’ [insert minority group here].”

As I’ve been reflecting on this president, his policies, his rhetoric, his supporters, and my own experiences with fear, I’ve been reminded of one of the great post-hardcore bands of the 2000s: mewithoutYou.  In their brilliant song “Torches Together”, Aaron Weiss screams out the lines:

Strum the guitar if you're afraid. And I'm afraid and everyone's afraid and everyone knows it!

Right now, we’re all afraid.  

The peaceful Muslim, the undocumented and traumatized immigrant, the refugee and millions of displaced people around the world, the working and middle class American, the civil rights activist, white nationalist, evangelical Christian, and probably even Trump himself.

To deal with this, I think there are some questions we all need to consider:

Who/what are we afraid for? Ourselves? Our families, our children, our neighbors?  Are we afraid for our jobs, our security, our way of life, our beliefs?

Are our fears based on fact?  Are we afraid of something or someone we don’t know?  What would it take to get to know that thing or person?  Are our fears being used for someone else’s pursuit of power?  Are our fears being used for someone else’s marginalization?

What can we do about our fears?  What can we do about the fears of those around us?

Some of the groups I have mentioned above are afraid of the consequences of things beyond their control.  But others of us have the agency and opportunity to now stand up and alongside the “other” among us.  

As a follower of Jesus, I believe in the message of casting out fear that is echoed throughout his teachings and the Bible as a whole, such as Joshua 1:9:

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.”

Right now, we live in times of a lot of fear.  May we remember that we are called to reach out to those who are afraid and offer comfort, fight for a world where everyone can live without fear, and dismantle the lies we are told about the source of our fear.  May those of us in situations of relative safety and comfort learn how to recognize the crippling and blinding effect of our own fears, and push through them toward greater understanding and love for “the other” around us.  

Crippling and divisive fear breeds on ignorance, but can be dismantled from the natural outpouring of love.  And in the end, I think Love is what holds this all together.

I’ll let Aaron Weiss close it out with these words:  

“if you'd rather be a window, I'll gladly be the frame, Reflecting any kind words, we'll let in all their blame. And ruin our reputation all the same. So never mind our plan making, we'll start living.

Strum the guitar if you're afraid.

And I'm afraid and everyone's afraid and everyone knows it,

But we don't have to be afraid anymore.”