#maria ka

[mental-mona]

https://www.timesofisrael.com/after-unmuting-her-hidden-jewish-roots-polish-singer-amplifies-them-in-yiddish-punk/

[apopcornkernel]

grabe na kayo ha 😭😭😭

[swimminginstarlight]

asking for a friend, would anyone read a post-endgame fix it fic mostly focusing on the avengers' healing/recovery? the romances im thinking of putting in (either central or side) will be in the tags :)

++ alive nat and tony

[this-is-chaos-magick]

mcu wend–[gunshots] bu-[knife slashing]

I can't take people who calls mcu Wanda...."Wendy" seriously...like come on it's 2024 and almost 2025..I thought we leave that shit in 2021😭

[animehouse-moe]

June 2023 Collection Update: The Iceberg

You know the comparison I'm making here. You start at the tip of the iceberg, and think it's not too bad, then you continue working your way down.... and it just keeps going, never seeming to stop. Well, I think I've made it past the surface of the iceberg, and am staring down the absolute scale of what remains submerged. So yeah, Mt. Everest is left to climb still, but I've also got a pretty sizeable hill behind me to share.

I'll start with a haul that came in today (and one I picked up yesterday). Used manga and light novels has been a gold mine for me lately, though you do have to be careful with some listings as you might get volumes in worse conditions than they appear (though most of the time not something sandpaper can't fix).

The No Game No Life was just sorta a bonus to the Is This A Zombie?, but it actually helped bring down the cost per volume thanks to a deal I made (always try and barter for a few dollars here and there through stuff like FB Marketplace and Mercari and the like). I'd been looking for Is This A Zombie? for a while though, and was incredibly excited to come across a completed set. Though I do wish they'd bring the light novels over.

Following this up, or I guess coming before it(?), was this very interesting manga haul which is best explained as a story.

Originally, I had found a dirt cheap Rosario to Vampire manga box set on Facebook Marketplace (to the tune of 90CAD), and asked about getting more pictures because the only image was of the outside of the box set. Seller doesn't respond for a week, and then sends the image out of nowhere. I talk about going through with the sale and getting a shipping label sorted out (cause even with shipping it'd be crazy cheap). They don't respond, at least not until Thursday of last week which was about another week's wait. They say "hey, I'm going to be in your city on Sunday, are you good to meet me to pick up the set?". Immediately, I feel like I'm either going to get scammed or mugged, but it was neither. They show up with the 90 dollar box set and I leave with all my organs and my wallet alongside the box set.

Now, onto a bit of explanation. As you could tell from the images above, I'm kinda running out of space. I know, I need to get another bookshelf to store it all on, but finding the right spot for it and getting a cheaper Billy is a PITA, so instead I've been putting that focus and effort into finding more and more cool sets and series.

Like this Reiko The Zombie Shop. It's an older Josei horror series which I thought was super cool, and when I found a listing for it for just around 10CAD a vol I jumped on it. It's a very interesting piece of history to have from Dark Horse as they only printed it to the halfway point, though it's also a very intriguing read. Leans very heavy into gore and that very "serious but not all that great" story.

Equal parts crazy and cool though, this Empty Box and Zeroth Maria set. If memory serves, it was less than 10CAD a volume for such a hard to find set. Unbelievably happy to have such a well maintained set in my collection, and am 100% going to be sharing the love/set with friends.

Just a side note, the seller I got it from was super cool, as I got a partial set of Konosuba from them as well for the same price. Once more, Facebook Marketplace, so if you're looking for good deals on used series, I can't recommend checking out what's around you enough.

The good deals just keep on coming, huh. Hit the jackpot with this Rose of Versailles set. I was just going to bide my time until the end of year Indigo hardcover sale, and see if I could try my luck on finding them in store at a good price, but came across this listing for 100CAD and immediately jumped on it, since it works out to be massively cheaper than the Indigo 30% off hardcovers they do at year's end.

And I have to say, Udon hardcovers are outstanding. The Rose of Versailles of course stands at the top with it's wonderfully intricate cover design and heavy and glossy paper, but their other titles are no slouches either.

Just take a look at this Summertime Rendering (and Darling In The Franxx) set. Sometimes you'll come across things you just can't refuse. This listing was one of them. Summertime Rendering and DiTF for less than the retail of Summertime Rendering. Good deal, especially when you factor in that DiTF is still sealed, and that the seller never read Summertime Rendering.

But at the same time, getting books in conditions like this feels a bit sad almost. The seller was getting rid of their collection because they needed to repay students loans, so a lot of it was untouched and at very cheap prices. If I were to go back and do it again, I probably would have just sent money to them rather than purchased the sets, as I feel somewhat guilty having these when I'm able to pay retail for them no problem. But I can't revisit the past, so at the very least I'm glad I had the humility to not try and work them down on price, and will certainly be reading them over and over (DiTF is still on the TBR list right now though).

And last but not least for the used hauls, this super weird set. I got the whole thing for 5CAD a volume, which is a pretty great deal, and includes a lot of interesting things. Hidamari Sketch (I refuse to call it Sunshine Sketch), GA Geijutsuka Art Design Class and Bamboo Blade (not shown), and this very odd helping of loose stuff that includes an old style Seven Seas LN, a child's manga, and a very unique volume from a defunct publisher.

I couldn't help but go for it when I saw the oddities and old series that were within. Hidamari Sketch in particular is a headache and a half to collect, and I'd never even seen a volume of Iono-Sama Fanatics before. Very cool stuff, and definitely things I wanted to share. I never even knew Seven Seas used to print light novels so small, and seeing the difference in paper quality circa Spring 2010 was very interesting as well.

Now, last but not least, Jojos. I waited a very long time to buy these at retail, and am incredibly sad that the box for Jojoveller came crumpled in that one corner (already talked it out with support, and got a refund on it), but thankfully the books inside are intact. But man, these things are cool as all hell, I'll absolutely be sharing a post of them (alongside Jojo 6521) down the road.

And that's where I am, collecting an insane number of series and art books, and continuing to realize just how wide this world of manga is that I've immersed myself in. It's incredibly daunting thinking about the numbers I'm racking up, but at the same time it's such an amazing hobby that I'm able to support. There's a world of stuff out there, and I want to experience that all.

[connorthemaoist]

Communist Party of the Philippines | December 16, 2023

We mark today the first anniversary of the passing away of our ever dearest comrade Jose Maria Sison, founding chair of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Philippines, and great communist leader of the Philippine revolution.

We celebrate his revolutionary life and great contributions to the theory of Marxism-Leninism-Maoism through its practical application on the concrete conditions of Philippine society and in waging national democratic revolution.

We will forever treasure the legacy of theoretical and practical work that Ka Joma bequeathed the Party to help guide the new generation of revolutionary proletarian cadres and Party members and Filipino revolutionary fighters, as they wage life and death class struggle to overthrow the reign of those who exploit and oppress the broad masses of the Filipino people.

Through his body of work, Ka Joma defined the revolutionary landscape in the Philippines for over five decades. Several generations of Party cadres and leaders, Red commanders and fighters of the New People’s Army and revolutionaries and activists looked up to Ka Joma’s leadership and sought guidance from his insightful Marxist-Leninist-Maoist analysis.

The program for a people’s democratic revolution or national democracy, which Ka Joma first elaborated, represents a complete break from the now 77 year history of semicolonial and semifeudal system in the Philippines. It seeks to realize the Filipino people’s aspiration for national and social liberation which have inspired thousands of uprisings throughout three centuries of colonial and semicolonial subjugation.

Ka Joma’s work remains ever relevant, modern and future-proof, in contrast to the official bourgeois liberal, neoliberal, and anti-communist ideas promoted by the reactionary state that represents the moribund system that is way beyond its time. His sharp analysis of the backward feudal and semifeudal, agrarian and non-industrial conditions of the semicolonial and semifeudal system remains key in understanding the necessity of waging a people’s democratic revolution.

Since his death, a campaign to study the works of Ka Joma has been carried out within the Party and among the organizations and movements which has has inspired. Key works of the Ka Joma, including Struggle for National Democracy, Philippine Society and Revolution, Rectify Errors and Rebuild the Party, Specific Characteristics of Our People’s War, Our Urgent Tasks, Reaffirm our Basic Principles, Stand for Socialism against Modern Revisionism and many others, are being circulated in print and digital form. Ka Joma’s Five Volume set of books are being promoted and translated to local languages.

The work of Ka Joma continues to serve as guide to the Party and Philippine revolution. His theoretical writings remain ever crucial in the ideological, political and organizational building of the Party, waging armed struggle through extensive and intensive guerrilla warfare, carrying forward the revolutionary mass movement in both the cities and countryside, as well as in conducting peace negotiations with the co-belligerent Government of the Republic of the Philippines (GRP).

His legacy continues to serve as source of inspiration and guidance for the Central Committee and all leading committees of the CPP. Proletarian revolutionary cadres continue to lead the New People’s Army in waging mass struggles and continue to strike deep and wide roots among the masses to lead their struggles. Presently, the Party is at the core of the broad united front that is being built against the US-Marcos regime.

The revolutionary work of Ka Joma will continue to inspire future generations of Filipino youth. The resounding call to wage national democratic revolution touches on their deep longing for a society that is free from oppression and exploitation.

[thecatalogueofroyalfashion]

Grand Duchess Maria Teresa  ||  bolero by Paule Ka

[eyeronmaus]

The Legendary Pink Dots 28 May 1991, Nijmegen

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ká dipuglia for BLUSH magazine, shot by dahlia.

models: andrea kobayashi emma pérez geng maría gómez venta cynthia guzmán

[filmhoundsmag]

A Gaza Weekend - LOCO (London Comedy Film Festival)

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[thaoworra]

The Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association recently released the poems that made it to the finalist stage for consideration for the 2024 Rhysling Awards for Short and Long Speculative Poems of the year. Congratulations to all of the nominees! This will be the 46th year these awards have been conferred!

Short Poems (50 finalists)

Attn: Prime Real Estate Opportunity!, Emily Ruth Verona, Under Her Eye: A Women in Horror Poetry Collection Volume II

The Beauty of Monsters, Angela Liu, Small Wonders 1

The Blight of Kezia, Patricia Gomes, HWA Poetry Showcase X

The Day We All Died, A Little, Lisa Timpf, Radon 5

Deadweight, Jack Cooper, Propel 7

Dear Mars, Susan L. Lin, The Sprawl Mag 1.2

Dispatches from the Dragon's Den, Mary Soon Lee, Star*Line 46.2

Dr. Jekyll, West Ambrose, Thin Veil Press December

First Eclipse: Chang-O and the Jade Hare, Emily Jiang, Uncanny 53

Five of Cups Considers Forgiveness, Ali Trotta, The Deadlands 31

Gods of the Garden, Steven Withrow, Spectral Realms 19

The Goth Girls' Gun Gang, Marisca Pichette, The Dread Machine 3.2

Guiding Star, Tim Jones, Remains to be Told: Dark Tales of Aotearoa, ed. Lee Murray (Clan Destine Press)

Hallucinations Gifted to Me by Heatstroke, Morgan L. Ventura, Banshee 15

hemiplegic migraine as willing human sacrifice, Ennis Rook Bashe, Eternal Haunted Summer Winter Solstice

Hi! I am your Cortical Update!, Mahaila Smith, Star*Line 46.3

How to Make the Animal Perfect?, Linda D. Addison, Weird Tales 100

I Dreamt They Cast a Trans Girl to Give Birth to the Demon, Jennessa Hester, HAD October

Invasive, Marcie Lynn Tentchoff, Polar Starlight 9

kan-da-ka, Nadaa Hussein, Apparition Lit 23

Language as a Form of Breath, Angel Leal, Apparition Lit October

The Lantern of September, Scott Couturier, Spectral Realms 19

Let Us Dream, Myna Chang, Small Wonders 3

The Magician's Foundling, Angel Leal, Heartlines Spec 2

The Man with the Stone Flute, Joshua St. Claire, Abyss & Apex 87

Mass-Market Affair, Casey Aimer, Star*Line 46.4

Mom's Surprise, Francis W. Alexander, Tales from the Moonlit Path June

A Murder of Crows, Alicia Hilton, Ice Queen 11

No One Now Remembers, Geoffrey Landis, Fantasy and Science Fiction Nov./Dec.

orion conquers the sky, Maria Zoccula, On Spec 33.2

Pines in the Wind, Karen Greenbaum-Maya, The Beautiful Leaves (Bamboo Dart Press)

The Poet Responds to an Invitation from the AI on the Moon, T.D. Walker, Radon Journal 5

A Prayer for the Surviving, Marisca Pichette, Haven Speculative 9

Pre-Nuptial, F. J. Bergmann, The Vampiricon (Mind's Eye Publications)

The Problem of Pain, Anna Cates, Eye on the Telescope 49

The Return of the Sauceress, F. J. Bergmann, The Flying Saucer Poetry Review February

Sea Change, David C. Kopaska-Merkel and Ann K. Schwader, Scifaikuest May

Seed of Power, Linda D. Addison, The Book of Witches ed. Jonathan Strahan (Harper Collins)

Sleeping Beauties, Carina Bissett, HWA Poetry Showcase X

Solar Punks, J. D. Harlock, The Dread Machine 3.1

Song of the Last Hour, Samuel A. Betiku, The Deadlands 22

Sphinx, Mary Soon Lee, Asimov's September/October

Storm Watchers (a drabbun), Terrie Leigh Relf, Space & Time

Sunflower Astronaut, Charlie Espinosa, Strange Horizons July

Three Hearts as One, G. O. Clark, Asimov's May/June

Troy, Carolyn Clink, Polar Starlight 12

Twenty-Fifth Wedding Anniversary, John Grey, Medusa's Kitchen September

Under World, Jacqueline West, Carmina Magazine September

Walking in the Starry World, John Philip Johnson, Orion's Belt May

Whispers in Ink, Angela Yuriko Smith, Whispers from Beyond (Crystal Lake Publishing)

Long Poems (25 finalists)

Archivist of a Lost World, Gerri Leen, Eccentric Orbits 4

As the witch burns, Marisca Pichette, Fantasy 87

Brigid the Poet, Adele Gardner, Eternal Haunted Summer Summer Solstice

Coding a Demi-griot (An Olivian Measure), Armoni “Monihymn” Boone, Fiyah 26

Cradling Fish, Laura Ma, Strange Horizons May

Dream Visions, Melissa Ridley Elmes, Eccentric Orbits 4

Eight Dwarfs on Planet X, Avra Margariti, Radon Journal 3

The Giants of Kandahar, Anna Cates, Abyss & Apex 88

How to Haunt a Northern Lake, Lora Gray, Uncanny 55

Impostor Syndrome, Robert Borski, Dreams and Nightmares 124

The Incessant Rain, Rhiannon Owens, Evermore 3

Interrogation About A Monster During Sleep Paralysis, Angela Liu, Strange Horizons November

Little Brown Changeling, Lauren Scharhag, Aphelion 283

A Mere Million Miles from Earth, John C. Mannone, Altered Reality April

Pilot, Akua Lezli Hope, Black Joy Unbound eds. Stephanie Andrea Allen & Lauren Cherelle (BLF Press)

Protocol, Jamie Simpher, Small Wonders 5

Sleep Dragon, Herb Kauderer, The Book of Sleep (Written Image Press)

Slow Dreaming, Herb Kauderer, The Book of Sleep (Written Image Press)

St. Sebastian Goes To Confession, West Ambrose, Mouthfeel 1

Value Measure, Joseph Halden and Rhonda Parrish, Dreams and Nightmares 125

A Weather of My Own Making, Nnadi Samuel, Silver Blade 56

Welcoming the New Girl, Beth Cato, Penumbric October

What You Find at the Center, Elizabeth R McClellan, Haven Spec Magazine 12

The Witch Makes Her To-Do List, Theodora Goss, Uncanny 50

The Year It Changed, David C. Kopaska-Merkel, Star*Line 46.4

Voting for the Rhysling Award begins July 1; a link to the ballot will be sent with the Rhysling Anthology, as well as with the July issue of Star*Line. More information on the Rhysling Award can be found here.

[suosteacup]

Palad ay basang-basa / And dagitab ay damang-dama / Sa ‘king kalamnang punong-puno / Ng pananabik at ng kaba / Lalim sa ‘king bawat paghinga / Nakatitig lamang sa iyo //

Naglakad ka nang dahan-dahan / Sa pasilyo tungo sa altar ng simbahan / Hahagkan na’t ‘di ka bibitawan / Wala na ‘kong mahihiling pa //

Ikaw at ikaw… // - SunKissed Lola, “Pasilyo”

Tsubaki-chan in a Maria Clara/baro’t saya, inspired by @officialmiintee’s recent Wind Breaker art. Dividers c/o @cafekitsune + support banner c/o @adornedwithlight 🫶🏻 tagging @pixelcafe-network

Happy Buwan ng Wika, y’all! 🇵🇭

Likes are okay, reblogs are nice, reposts and plagiarism stuff are frowned upon 🥰 | ALL WORKS BY SUOSTEACUP © 2024

[shuksstuff-blog]

Kisah Ketiga Antara Dara dan Janda

Aku terus melayari dunia penuh nikmat bersama ibu Intan dan sesekali aku menerima surat dari Intan, ku baca bersama-sama Maria dan tentunya selepas membaca surat Intan, Maria akan mengantikan tempat Intan melayari bahtera nikmat bersamaku….. Sesekali aku meneruskan kegiatan lancap melancap yang sememangnya kugemari sedari dulu. Aku tetap memilih mangsa , prinsipku “aku akan melayari hanya hanya perempuan terpilih atau dara .” Aku lebih rela memuaskan nafsuku dengan melancap daripada mencari dan mengagahi

perempuan-perempuan jalanan @ pelacur.

Setelah hampir setahun aku menganggur aku mendapat pekerjaan sebagai ……………….. Aku akhirnya dapat membeli “Video Player” yang selama ini aku idamkan dan bersamaan dengan itu hobi aku bertambah dengan menonton filem-filem lucah. Aku mampu menonton sehingga 6 buah tape lucah dalam satu hari. Untuk lebih privacy, aku menyewa sebuah rumah flat sederhana dan tinggal berasingan dari keluarga dengan alasan berhampiran tempat kerja.

Aku terus menjadi pengemar filem lucah, setiap hari ada saja filem lucah baru yang ku sewa atau beli. Aku sering menonton sambil berbogel dan melancap atau kadang2 bersama Maria….pastinya… Aku lebih suka menonton sendirian kerana kalau bersama Maria pastinya sebelum filem berakhir aku dan Maria telah melakonkan lakonan panas/hangat kami sendiri……………

Dalam aku menyewa filem-filem lucah, aku tertarik kepada seorang gadis tionghua yang berkerja dikedai video. Body dan wajahnya mirip “Asia Carera” iaitu salah seorang pelakon filem lucah yang kuminati. Dari panggilan taukenya, aku dapat tahu nama gadis itu, Lily namanya. Lily gemar memakai seluar pendek ketat berwarna putih setiapkali datang berkerja. Bekas lurah celah kelengkangnya hampir jelas kelihatan, semua itu membangkitkan imajinasi sex ku. Suatu hari aku datang kekedai itu untuk menyewa video, kebetulan ketika itu tiada pelanggan lain dan Lily bertugas seorang diri, mungkin bosnya berada dalam bilik pejabat.

Dari jauh Lily tersenyum kerana dia sememangya telah tahu filem apa yang akan aku sewa. “Hai.. ” tegurku. “Hai.. Lily membalas.. apa cerita” tanyanya. ” Biasalah ” jawabku. ” Berapa.?” tanyanya. “Berapa ada baru punya? Tanyaku lagi. Lily terus menarik laci rahsia tempat menyimpan filem lucah dan mengeluarkan dan mengeluarkan lapan Filem terbaru. ” Angkat Anam (6) ” kataku. “Haiya … Lu manyak suka ini macam punya celita aaa” kata Lily sambil merekod sewaan ku. “Mestilah..syok tau.. Lu pernah tengok ka” aku semakin berani. ” Selalu juga .. Bila waa buat retape, wa tengoklah” katanya lagi. ” Lu tak rasa syok ka” tambahku. “Haiyaa …mesti syok punya ” kata Lily perlahan. “Itu macam Lu sudah biasa itu ka…” kataku lagi. “Lingan-lingan punya adalaaa ….belat punya belum pernah loo” bisik Lily perlahan.

Setelah memasukkan filem-filem yang ke sewa ka dalam beg, aku mula hendak beredar, bila tiba dipintu aku terhenti dan kembali menuju kearah Lily. “Apahal ” Lily bertanya. ” Eee Ini malam you Free tak, I mau ajak you pergi dinner, mau ka” aku memberanikan diri mempelawa Lily keluar kerana sejak Intan tiada aku tak pernah keluar dengan perempuan. “You …seliouska” Lily seakan terkejut. Setelah diam seketika, Lily bersuara “Ok! I habis kerja pukul 9.45, you tunggu I kat luar kedai”. Yesss!!!! aku seakan ingin menjerit gembira kerana pelawaanku diterima. Setelah betul berjanji, aku pun keluar dari kedai sambil tersenyum meleret.

Tepat 9.45 malam, aku telah berada dihadapan kedai tempat Lily berkerja. Lima minit kemudian Lily keluar. Berseluar pendek dengan T’Shirt singkat dan dibaluti jacket jeans berwarna biru. Aku terpaku memandangnya, Ini sudah cukup hebat, bisikku dalam hati. Aku terus memakaikan Lily topi keledar dan terus membon-cengnya dengan TZM kepunyaanku. Dalam perjalanan Lily memeluk pinggangku erat mungkin kesejukkan, buah dadanya terasa menekan-nekan belakangku dan ini membuatkan zakarku mula berdenyut. Aku membawa Lily ke Restoran KFC dan selepas makan Lily mengajakku ka disco. Aku menurut saja. Berada di Disco adalah satu kelainan buatku kerana aku tak pernah… tapi aku pura-pura telah biasa. Lily mengajakku menari, aku menurut dan alunan lagu “Endless Love” kami berpelukkan sambil menari. Lily tidak kekok berpelokan dan ini memberi kesempatan bagiku untuk mencari peluang, sebelah tanganku erat memeluk Lily, sebelah lagi merewang keseluruh tubuhnya dan sesekali meramas punggung Lily serta mengosok-gosok celah kelengkangnya.

Jam 1.00 pagi, kami keluar dari Disco, Lily meminta aku menghantarnya pulang. Aku akur dan Aku tidak mahu meminta yang lebih-lebih buat kali ini. Setiba diflat tempat tinggal, Lily kelihatan tercari sesuatu, dia kemudian mengatakan kuncinya tertinggal manakala kawan Setelah berfikir sebentar aku akhirnya mempelawa Lily karumahku, tanpa membantah Lily menurut saja.

Setibanya dirumahku Lily terus menghempaskan punggungnya atas sofa kerana keletihan tanpa ambil kisah keadaan rumahku yang berselerak ketika itu. Filem lucah yang kusewa siang tadi terletak diatas meja, masih ada empat tape yang belum kulihat. Aku masuk kebilik untuk menukar pakaian, aku memakai T’Shirt tanpa lengan dan berseluar pendek biru tanpa seluar dalam, memberi keselesaan kepada zakar yang berdenyut sejak tadi. Bila aku keluar dari bilik, mataku terpaku kearah TV yang sedang menayang adegan lucah dari filem Girl In Room 69 . Rupanya semasa aku masuk ka bilik, Lily telah memasang tape yang ku sewa siang tadi. Aku mendekati Lily dan duduk disebelahnya. “Li …you tak letih ka?” tanya ku. Lily hanya mengelengkan kepala. Dengusan nafasnya agak kencang kesan dari tayangan filem dihadapan kami.

“You tak takut duduk sini” kataku. ” Apa nak takut you bukan halimau…” kata Lily. Aku mula meletakkan tanganku ka bahu Lily dan meletakkan kepalanya diatas bahuku. Lily tidak membantah malah lebih merapatkan badannya yang mula terasa hangat. Kami sama-sama melemparkan pandangan ke kaca TV. Kelihatan sebatang zakar keluar masuk dicelah kelengkang dan suara mengerang nikmat jelas kedengaran. Aku cuba mengawal nafsu untuk tidak mengagahi Lily terlebih dahulu walaupun zakarku telah begitu keras menegang. Tiba-tiba kurasakan tangan Lily memasuki celah seluarku dan memegang zakar ku dan di lancap perlahan-lahan, bagi ditarik tarik Lily kemudian turun dari sofa dan mengadap kearah zakarku, dia lalu menarik seluar pendekku hingga tertanggal dan terus menjilat kepala zakarku dengan rakusnya. Sesekali dia memasukkan zakarku hingga santak. Aku mengelepar kenikmatan sambil menekan kepala Lily kearah Zakarku perlahan. Semangatku mula memuncak, aku membangunkan Lily dan membaringkannya diatas sofa, Lily mengikut lirikan mata yang kian “steam”. Dia kelihatan begitu bersedia……….

Aku menanggalkan seluar pendek Lily, rupanya Lily tidak berseluar dalam, patutlah rekahan celah kelengkangnya hampir jelas kelihatan dan mengiankan aku selama ini. Aku terus tunduk dan mengucup pepet Lily, perlahan-lahan aku menjilat-jilat,dan mengulum biji kelentit nya. Pepet Lily yang putih bersih dan baru ditumbuhi bulu halus amat memberahikanku dan sesekali aku terbayang Intan. Aku terus menguliti pepek Lily dan memasukkan lidah kedalam nya. ” Ayyyaa.. ayyaa… wuuiiihh …ayyaa.. Its feel good, I like it… come on don’t stop ….oooooohhh please don’t stop”, Lily mengerang dan mengelepar keseronokkan. Setelah puas menjelahi aku mula merangkak keatas Lily, Liliy menanggalkan T’Shirt dan aku meramas-ramas teteknya yang besar dan bulat. Lily mengeliat-ngeliat. “Lily ..are you sure”. aku menduga. “Oh Yes! I want you to fuck me, I don’t care what happen , just fuck me please” Lily meminta-minta begitu ghairah sekali. Aku mengacukan zakarku kearah pepek Lily yang telah begitu basah dan menembam olih perlakuanku tadi. Perlahan – lahan aku….. menekan kepala zakarku kearah pepek Lily, agak sukar juga, terasa lubang pepek Lily begitu ketat sekali. Aku tekan agak kuat dan masuk lah zakar kedalam pepek Lily. “Auuuww..” Lily menjerit kesakitan.

Separuh zakarku telah masuk bila kurasakan seperti ada sekatan menyekat kemaraan zakarku aku cuba lagi, juga tak bolih, Lily semakin merintih kesakitan. Melalui pengalaman ku membaca buku tentang pelajaran sex kini aku tahu bahawa Lily mempunyai selaput dara jenis tebal. Aku tidak mahu mengaku kalah. Aku rapatkan bibirku ke bibir Lily, kukucup dan kukulum lidahnya dan bila Lily agak leka dan khayal, dengan sekali henjutan aku menekan zakarku kuat-kuat dan Zuup… zakarku meluncur masuk hingga habis seiring dengan jeritan dan rintihan kesakitan Lily. Aku kemudian menghentikan segala gerakan sambil Lily masih merintih. Kelihatan jelas airmata Lily meleleh membasahi pipi. Aku mencabut zakarku, percikan darah kelihatan diatas sofa dan sedikit meyelaputi zakar bercampur baur dengan air lendir ku. Aku memeluk Lily, cuba menenangkannya. “How is it darling” aku berbisik ka telinganya. “Your’e hurting me” katanya. “Sorry…I got to do it, otherwise you’ll never got a real sex either now or forever” aku memujuk. Lily diam dan memelukku manja. Aku membalas pelukannya. Untuk pertama kali dengan Lily, kami sama-sama tidak climaxs tapi aku bangga kerana dapat menodai dan memecahka dara Lily. Kami akhirnya terlena dalam dakapan.

Entah berapa lama kami terlena dibuai mimpi bila aku terasa tubuhku tertindih, aku seakan bermimpi, zakarku terasa hangat dan seperti disorong tarik. Aku mencelikkan mata dan terus terpandang pepek Lily betul berada diatas mukaku, begitu mengiurkan,tembam, merkah dan seakan tersenyum memandang dan meminta diuliti. Kesan-kesan darah pecahan dara masih jelas dibibirnya. Nafsuku mula membara, aku menguak sedikit regangan kaki Lily dan terus menjilat dan memasukan lidahku kedalamnya. Lily mengelepar kali ini pasti penuh rasa nikmat. Suara mengerang dan dengusan nafas mula kedengar- an menghiasi suasana disubuh yang hening itu. Zakarku yang diselaputi air liur Lily, dilancap-lancap olih Lily. Tak terkata nikmatnya. Setelah puas bermain dan mengulit zakarku dan Lily memusingkan an badannya dan mencangkung. Zakarku tepat tertuju kepintu pepek nya, Liliy mengacukannya dan mula duduk diatas nya, meluncurlah zakarku memasukki lubang pepek Lily, walaupun begitu ketat sekali, Lily tidak lagi merintih kesakitan tetapi mengerang dan mengeluh kenikmatan. Tanganku meramas-ramas payudaranya dan meraba sambil Lily terus mengenjut punggungnya, air lendirnya terasa hangat membasahi zakarku dan serata celah kelengkangku, begitu banyak dan pekat sekali. Aku kemudian mendakap Lily rapat dan mengucup bibirnya penuh berahi aku mengolekan badan dan kedudukan kami berubah, aku diatas Lily dibawah.

Aku mula memain kan peranan. Aku menyorong tarik zakarku. “Oooh … yesss….fuckk mee…fuck me..harder.. Come on … fuck me …I like it yeaa”, Lily mengerang sambil meminta-minta. Aku semakin bersemangat. Lily telah 2 kali memelukku erat tanda climaxs, aku masih belum puas kerana tanpa pengetahuan Lily sebelum aku melayari aku telah menelan sebiji pil penahan pancutan. Setelah puas diatas aku me- minta Lily menungging untuk kulakukan “doggy style”. Lily menurut saja. Aku terus menerus fuck Lily sepuas-puasnya, keketatan dan kemutan pepek Lily begitu meyeronokkanku. Puas dengan Doggy Style aku meletakkan zakar ku dicelah tetek Lily dan mengelongsor kan nya ka depan ke belakang dan juga menyumbatkan zakarku ka mulut Lily. Hampir 2 jam aku mengerjakan tubuh Lily, begitu kuat kuasa ubat penahan yang ku makan, Lily telah lepak keletihan dalam kepuasan. Cahaya matahari mula mengintai dicelah-celah bila aku mula terasa zakar berdenyut kencang dan aku terus menekannya masuk rapat kedalam pepek Lily dan Zuuuuup…air maniku terpancut didalam pepek Lily yang mengemut dan menyedut, aku memeluk Lily erat menahan kelazatan…..ooohhhh yyesssss…

Kami akhirnya terkulai lesu dan tak bermaya, Lily memandang dengan mata yang separuh terbuka dan tersenyum. “How is it” aku bertanya . “I like it, I reaally like it , I’ve cum for 5 times before you do, I want it again next time…” kata Lily. “How if you Pregnat” aku agak sangsi kerana pancutan ku didalam.” Don’t worry, I know what to do”, ujar Lily penuh confident. Aku tunduk mengucupnya sekali lagi sebelum kami sama-sama terlentang membayang apa yang telah kami lakukan tadi. Dan hari itu aku mengambil Cuti Kecemasan kerana hari sudah lewat untuk pergi berkerja.

Sejak hari itu aku mula bergilir mengagahi Lily dan Maria, pastinya ada beza antara cipap janda dan cipap dara tapi aku tak kisah kerana kedua-duanya ada keistimewaannya yang tersendiri…… Namun aku merahsiakan antara keduanya hinggalah suatu hari ketika aku keluar makan dengan Lily, Maria terserempak denganku….

#ceritalucahmelayu#jandadara#layansampaibasah

[jo-harrington]

Charitas. (An As Above, So Below Story)

Gratia. Charitas. Solamen. Grace. Charity. Peace. The oath of the Knights of the Holy Order.

Summary: You and Eddie--separated by time and endless suffering--don't realize how many strings keep you connected on the web of fate. What players are there trying to cut those strings? And when will you both find out that they are unbreakable?

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!OC (The Knight - Written in 2nd Person POV - You/Your - No Use of Names of Physical Descriptors)

Warnings/Themes: Soulmates, Kas!Eddie, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Grief, Minor Character Deaths, Manipulation, Transformation, Corruption, Supernatural Encounters, Religious Elements, Discussion/Criticism of Religion, Biblical and Other Literary and Pop Culture References

Note: Sorry this one has taken forever. The next part is already written, just gotta clean it up. Shouting out @powderblueblood and @rosewaterandivy for being my fellow media vacuums and not only enabling me to do this/what's next but also Powder specifically for her love of the Archie-verse because CAoS is one of my favorites and why would I not let the Knight get a chance to face Faustus Blackwood one on one while also maybe alluding to The VVitch and criticizing religion even more?

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“But the rage passes and leaves no trace behind.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

November 12, 1986

You'd developed a dislike for small towns.

Hawkins might still be home in some ways, but it was more because of the people who had lived there--the memories--than the town itself. But it, too, fell into the category of small towns that you'd grown to hate:

Small, unassuming places that held some kind of dark, terrible, dangerous secret. Atrocities in the making.

You'd walked into Hawkins fully oblivious to the monsters that lurked there, though.

Here and now, with Greendale, you were almost too aware.

Jinette had entirely too much to say about it and that unsettled you.

Strange energies and missing children and sudden turns of fortune for seemingly innocent townspeople. Rituals performed in the woods and a possible portal straight to hell.

"I'll knock on the door," you joked as you read through a report he'd provided about the Greendale Mines. "Maybe I'll get some kind of time off for good behavior if I hand Satan my soul in person, instead of waiting to die for him to take it."

Jinette ignored you; jokes were lost on the clergy.

Instead of a lecture though, he simply gave you a warning: to be on the lookout for witches.

"Thought the Order vowed not to discriminate against religions," you'd scoffed at him. He ignored you again and just sent you on your way.

The Order against discrimination? Sure. The Catholic Church? Definitely not. And Jinette? The most judgmental bastard of all.

Still, his warning was front and center as you felt an unnatural, chilling frequency of magic in the air upon your arrival in Greendale.

"Let's get this over with," you slammed the door shut and shouldered your backpack so you could start investigating.

Greendale was nice enough--it had that hazy, natural beauty of the late fall that was synonymous with upstate New York--and if you weren't in such a sour mood, you probably would've enjoyed it. This stage of your work was always somewhat fun. Talking to people and learning local histories, seeing different buildings as you walked around, eating a little lunch at some hole-in-the-wall off-the-beaten-path type of place.

But you were surrounded by ghosts. Both literal and figurative.

Someone died on that street corner, heart stopped cold as though someone had stuck a pin in it.

There was a bakery that had apricot kołaczkis; not Italian but still one of Nonna's favorites.

The dentists office used to belong to a serial killer who'd never been caught; the spirits of his victims rapped on the little window at street-level, begging to be let out even decades later.

Cerberus Books was a beacon for classic horror with neon lights and mannequins dressed as monsters in the windows...and Eddie would have loved it.

You fought the urge to flinch as you felt the phantom feeling of his hand in yours, his voice in your ear urging you to go inside and look around.

You closed your eyes and took several calming breaths to clear your mind. Little by little those ghosts were banished and you'd regained your cool, your focus.

If the Order wanted you to be a weapon, you would be one. You'd break whatever darkness lurked in Greendale and then onto the next job, and the next one, and the next one. Until you could go home. Your real home.

Then you wouldn't need to rely on ghosts anymore.

Or fear them.

Your world was knocked off its axis as someone exited Cerberus Books and crashed into you. Even moreso as a surge of unearthly, dark power clashed with your heavenly one, and you fought the urge to tap into that power to repel the intruding force away from you.

The man that crashed into you grabbed your shoulders to steady you before you fell, and you breathed in the smoke-and-brimstone tinged air that surrounded him. It was suffocating and further tapped into that instinct towards defensiveness.

But as you regained your bearing, all you could see was how unassuming he looked.

Truly, his visage belied that imposing aura--a kind older man in a suit and fedora, with neatly-trimmed facial hair, and a gentle smile--but you could sense that he was a witch, just as he sensed you were...

What were you?

He held you there for a moment and you watched as his brow quirked. He read you, just as you read him. A mutual discovery. Tenuous, so as not to alarm one another, but curious.

Although naturally adverse, you could sense no danger to each other.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized softly. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"N-No, no," you insisted. "I was caught up in my head, it's my fault."

"You're...new to Greendale." he stated.

"Just driving through," you answered, an excuse that was well-used in the past few years. This time you had a feeling you meant it. "Maybe sticking around for a few days."

"The diner has a great cherry pie."

"Cherry's my boyfriend's favorite."

"Is he traveling with you?"

Yes.

It was on the tip of your tongue. Because yes, actually he was just here with you. The memory of him, the ghost of him. You wished he was, and maybe that was enough to make him real.

Maybe that was enough so this witch felt him.

"No," you said instead. "It's just me."

His gaze softened as you continued to study each other. You held out your hand to him.

"Anyway, I should get going," you told him and you held out your hand to shake. "Thank you for the recommendation, and sorry again Mr..."

"Spellman," he replied, hands letting go of your shoulders so he could shake yours, but his words were like a shot to your heart. "Edward Spellman."

November 6, 1983

Henry was an observer, a thinker, a visionary.

He took care of them, offered mercy when he wasn't required to. He simply demanded obedience in return for all that he provided for his children in the Upside Down.

But for some reason beyond understanding, chaos had broken out.

And he was livid.

Eddie stood tall and received the images that his master filtered through his mind; strange growths, riotous creatures, and the partial reformation of the beast that Henry himself gave life to: the Mindflayer.

All with a will of their own.

"You must fix this," Henry demanded of his right hand, his general. "You must restore order."

The efforts of the physical communication winded him, as he was still fragile and healing from the attack by Eleven's friends, so he continued to relay unspoken demands through the collective consciousness. He strained to spread his authority as far through the dimension as he could.

Destroy the malcontents or you shall be destroyed.

A warning not just for Eddie, but for any of the creatures that resided under his rule to reconsider their rebellion before they met their demise.

Then came a jarring mental image of a wasteland of bodies, torn apart but still writhing and alive. The pain that would come in the wake of any betrayal would be immense, and he would keep all of them alive for as long as he saw fit to extend their suffering.

No Gods or devils could enact the devastation he could, if only they tested him.

"Does that mean you too?" you sowed doubt inside of him. "The destruction? What would happen if you didn't listen?"

Eddie stiffened as he felt the tug of your presence at the corner of his mind, hidden in that deep, dark pit. A spark amidst the void. He growled, both in acceptance of Henry's orders and to silence you.

"Do you know what this reminds me of?" He fought the urge to twitch under Henry's all-knowing gaze as you continued. "The Emperor. And Vader. Do you remember Return of the Jedi?"

His mind was a flurry of images again, these vague and distant though, twining with the ones that Henry had just relayed to him: spaceships and planets and furry little creatures, and Vader towering over Luke--

"Do you question me?" Henry snapped at him, gnarled body shaking with the effort. Eddie's eyes focused on his master once more. "Beast?"

He ducked his head and growled again. Grumbled. Repentant in his errors.

"Question him," you hissed, emboldened to no longer stay buried and hidden in the pit but slithering along his skin. Unseen, but acutely felt. "Do it. What's happening? Why are they rebelling? Ask him."

He let the growl turn into a roar, a battle cry and a warning to keep you silent. He then took to the air, determined to succeed in snuffing out this insurgent blight that had taken root in the Upside Down.

His master needed him, relied on him.

He wouldn't fail.

No matter how much you tempted him to.

November 14, 1986

To find witches, one often had to think like a witch.

Though the term witch when it came to those who practiced magic was just as broad as the term Abrahamic when it came to some of the so-called “major” religions of the world. One of your fellow Knights considered themselves a witch, more of a polytheist with an affinity for Hecate, but they derived their abilities from nature.

Technically you did too, your powers rooted as deep within the earth as they were tied to the Heavens.

Maybe it was all the same? Or maybe it was all bullshit.

The type of witch that you were looking for though, the type that Edward Spellman was, was something else. Dark rituals, blood curses, deals with demons, names signed in books, machinations with The Devil himself.

“Arthur Miller was popping a boner somewhere right now,” you muttered.

You supposed it felt a little unsettling, but less in a way that made you fearful, and more in the way that oil floated on water. Similar, both liquids, just...not meant to mix.

Which is why you kept yourself calm and open minded.

"I'm not here to kill them," you reminded yourself. "Find out why innocents are disappearing...stop them, maybe...but they'll carry on unharmed."

Truly, you could have just followed Edward Spellman as he went about his business in town, but you figured that that would have probably been as suspicious and rude as you could get.

That's why you enacted your own sort of a tracking spell.

Witches didn't always move in the world like mortals did; they transmuted, teleported, moved along the shadows cast by clouds and trees and blades of grass.

But if you reached out…asked the clouds and trees and grass to show you what they’d seen? Well, then it would be impossible for them to stay hidden.

So you walked.

Left your car at the motel and set foot into the lush forests surrounding Greendale, letting instinct guide you.

The further away from town you got, the more unruly your surroundings became, until you ended up following an old, overgrown set of railroad tracks deeper into the wilderness. Bats or birds--you couldn't quite tell--flew overhead; omens of some sort urging you to give up and go back to safety.

"How bad could it be?" you asked aloud, only to skid to a halt as something larger and shadowy crossed your path ahead.

Once again, you couldn't make out what it was, but the energy it left behind felt dangerous and smokey, an ephemeral stain of dark magic.

You took a calming breath and clenched your fists, ready for whatever you might find, and soldiered on.

Eventually, the treeline thinned, and power lines sprung up along the track, and then a structure. Large, looming, and made of stone and glass; it was overgrown with dead ivy and surrounded by tall, dry grasses.

Gehenna Station.

You scoffed at the name, at the implication, but the longer you observed the structure, the more you felt the underlying darkness that churned within. In fact, the longer you stared, the less sure you seemed to feel of the building's existence itself. Your eyes started to lose focus of the structure; your perception wavered, almost like it didn't want you to know that it was there.

Maybe it wasn't even there at all?

"Good afternoon Miss."

You whirled on your heel, ready to defend yourself, only to find a young boy standing there. His eyes were large, cheeks round and soft, and there was a small smile on his lips; kindness and innocence emanated from him, but also a deep sadness.

It didn't take long for you to realize that he was dead.

"You don't belong here," he stated matter-of-factly. "You should go."

"I'm here to help," you told him instead. There was no duplicity when it came to ghosts; they could see through you, no pun intended. "Kids are dying. Kids like you. Can you tell me what happened? I can try to stop it and find you some peace."

His brow furrowed, and he pouted.

Then he held his hand out to you, palm upwards for you to lay your own hand in his small grasp. You hesitated for a moment, but gave in.

He was solid and your hand didn't sink through his form like you expected. But as your palms touched, you saw.

A dank cell illuminated by the moonlight with sights that would drive one insane.

A desolate forest full of dead trees and a clawed beast that slunk unseen.

And a looming tree laden with thirteen rotten apples and a swinging noose.

The Harrowing. And it truly was as it's name described, as you watched one child after another succumb to the trials.

You blinked and the images were gone, but the sound of screaming still rang in your ears.

"It's always been this way, Miss," the boy said sadly as he pulled his hand away again. "You can't help us. No one can."

Something burned in your chest at his words, the finality of it, the acceptance of this fate. How many times had you heard that from your father or Jinette or the other Knights? This is the way it always would be. Cycles. Downward spirals.

You'd already decided that that would end with you.

This would too.

"The hell I can't."

You let go of the boy's hand, turned back towards Gehenna Station, and started walking.

Every step felt heavier and heavier, but you proceeded onwards until the doors of the building opened of their own volition and then slammed shut behind you once you were inside.

November 6, 1983

Eddie soared over the vast landscape of the Upside Down alone.

He had gotten used to flying with legions of bats at his sides, wings beating in tandem. It was a euphoric experience to be with them. Be one with them. To dip and roll, swarm, and even play.

He tried calling out to them through the bond—

Help me, the master demands your cooperation, your obedience.

—but there was no response. Not even a reluctant one.

It was irritating. He was leader after Henry, for all intents and purposes. Even their friend in some cases, their own flesh and blood.

Why wouldn't they come at his call?

He could feel them. Some waiting in the trees, cowering. Some were tempted to fly with him, soar with him, safe with him in the lead.

But there was something in the air that stopped them from answering the call.

A strange sense of foreboding, a shift in the presence of the dimension itself. A change in frequency, in the fragile balance of control that Henry had over everything.

Even the particles floating around him didn’t seem right.

“Are you sure he’s in control?” you whispered deep within him. “Are you sure Vecna is telling you the truth?”

Of course, you were still there clinging to the edges of the pit inside of him, snatching at his thoughts like the parasite you were.

He curled his lip and growled at you again, willing you to be silent. But you simply refused. Whispering worries and warnings.

It was curious how your tone had changed. You seemed weaker here. Unsure. In contrast to how you’d been earlier in his master’s presence. There was a tenuous quality to you now.

He had considered, more than once, that you were some machination of Henry’s. To weed out the disloyalty in him. A little remnant of his humanity to taunt him and tempt him. A test.

But even with unhindered access to Eddie’s mind, there were simply things Henry couldn’t be bothered with. Memory, emotion, humanity. Those were all things he sought to destroy when he created the perfect weapon.

All of the things that you tried to bring out of him.

“Be careful,” were the final words slithering from you before you went silent once again.

He scoffed despite the pang in the hollow space where his heart should be.

Careful.

That was another indicator that you couldn’t possibly be of Henry’s design.

Careful wasn’t in his nature anymore.

Had it ever been, though? Even when he was alive, even when he was truly Eddie Munson, had he ever been cautious or careful? If he had been, he wouldn’t have brought Chrissy Cunningham to his trailer that fateful night.

Then he wouldn’t have shed that fragile body and become something greater.

This was fate.

He could feel you scoff at the thought now, and he grinned ferally, hoping his great and dark destiny would keep you quiet.

His wings beat harder, propelled him faster, motivated by the thought of some peace and quiet from you. At the prospect of being his master’s great weapon and champion.

He preened so hard, he didn’t realize how human the action actually was.

Until he crossed some seemingly invisible threshold, some metaphorical membrane made up of static electricity, that made everything go quiet.

The constant buzz of the hive mind was suddenly gone, thousands of consciousnesses silent, and his body seized momentarily as he reacted to the tangible loss.

Everything felt harder to do--breathing, thinking, feeling--and he went into freefall.

Down he went. Falling and flailing, air whipping about him. If he thought flying had been a freeing feeling, falling was another kind of freedom; something deep down and dark inside of him welcomed it, the prospect of a hard and fast demise.

But as his eyes drooped closed, the phantom feeling of your hands grasped at him, encircled his torso and willed him to take flight once more. Your phantasmic voice sounded underwater to his uncooperative ears, to his non-existent soul, as you screamed for him.

“Eddie!” His name brought him back into focus as hands grasped his face. Your invisible touch was electric and abruptly brought the world back into focus. “Eddie, wake up!”

He gasped a breath as your spark kickstarted his reflexes, but it was simply too late. He crashed heavily into the ground, barreling through the earth, until he came to a halt.

His body, unbreakable, seemingly bent with the impact. His ears rang, he couldn’t move, couldn’t think.

There was a distinct absence of being.

An absence of everything.

But he swore, before he lost himself, he saw the impossible.

He saw your face.

November 14, 1986

The inside of Gehenna Station was exactly what you expected.

That is to say, it was nothing that you expected; you had expected the unexpected.

If you reached out with your consciousness, you felt...a vast infinity. Halls that led everywhere, rooms of an unimaginable quantity. No wonder the outside of the building felt as if it wasn't there, because it really wasn't. This pocket reality was folded inside of it.

And what this pocket reality was, was a school.

A suspiciously empty school.

There were empty classrooms and hallways, an auditorium with a slide projector showing a list of incantations on a screen at the front, a cafeteria with trays of abandoned lunches.

You explored and searched--looking for someone, anyone--until you found yourself back in the main atrium, before a statue of a man with a goat's head and lower body, winged, with two fingers pointed up and two pointing down, surrounded by statues of children.

Baphomet.

"Interesting," you muttered as you encircled it.

You'd think a place like this, a place of satanic witches, would have some kind of idolatry towards Satan himself. Traditional depictions of devils and demons, maybe even some kind of artistic imagery of the archangel Lucifer?

Not this.

Your thoughts raced.

Hadn't you just contemplated your fellow Knights and their differences of beliefs outside? Yes. And that was where the mystery of this school and these witches remained. Everything had meaning; imagery like this had meaning, words had meaning.

Gehenna had ties to Hell and eternal suffering, places of divine punishment, and yet this was a school. A place for children to learn and grow. And Baphomet? People often mistook it for something sinister but Baphomet symbolized balance, the equilibrium of opposites; as above, so below and all that. Equal light and darkness inside everyone and everything. Peace at finding a balance with it. Equality in all and for all.

How could a statue that depicted children, trusting and reverent, stand for an institution that killed kids?

You supposed that the contradictions found here were akin to those in your own beliefs; how the church was supposed to be merciful, but you only found wickedness--like Jinette...like yourself--tied to it. That's how you were in this mess in the first place; someone using God as a justification to kill and steal.

"Guess all religions are shit," you snorted.

That's why you needed to find out what was actually happening here and stop it.

Unfortunately, in your rumination, you'd let your guard down.

You felt it before you saw it, the slide of your sneaker on the uneven floor. When you looked down to investigate, the tiles--made to look like a thousand eyes--began to fall away right under you.

The last thing you did before the floor beneath you disappeared and you fell into some dark oblivion wasn't an attempt to save yourself or find something to hang onto.

Instead you snorted and thought:

Guess the whole thing about being delivered right to Satan wasn't such a joke after all.

"I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil." — Marilyn Monroe

[study-with-aura]

Wednesday, June 12, 2024

I will try to post tomorrow if I am able, but it will be busy since I still have my studies going on and a piano lesson and ballet and my reading on top of packing since we leave Friday morning for the airport. In case I don't get the chance to post, I hope everyone has a great weekend and great next week!

Tasks Completed:

History 9 - Studied about the beginnings of a cappella music + reviewed the Protestant Reformation and the Counter Reformation + listened to Ave Maria by Josquin des Prez + listened to parts of Missa Papae Marcelli by Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina

Theory - Reviewed what to avoid when voice leading in homorhythmic homophonic texture and in minor keys

KA Geometry - Completed course mastery challenge (77% due to using the correct formulas but accidentally writing 90 instead of 90π or a ridiculous miscalculation; there was only one I actually couldn't remember how to do)

KA Biology - Completed Unit 4: Lesson 5

Duolingo - Studied for approximately 15 minutes (Spanish + French + Chinese)

Piano - Practiced for two hours in one hour split sessions

Reading - Read pages 192-222 of House of Roots and Ruin by Erin A. Craig

Chores - None today

Activities of the Day:

Personal Bible Study (Psalm 139)

Morning Yoga

Swimming

Ballet

Evening stretch

Journal/Mindfulness

[fanemag]

The inaugural volume of Queer Noise Terror is finally here. Featured are 30 underground LGBTQIA+ artists showcasing the more abrasive and subversive sides of queer music and culture. Circuit party anthems have been traded in for circuit bending experimentation here (we kept all the filth and sleaze, though!). We’ve got lots of noise, power electronics, metal, industrial, ebm, dark ambient… almost 3 hours of audio warfare!

Featuring: STRAIGHT PANIC, Mictain & Mørk Verden, SUGARPIE, False Maria, Burial Woods, No Tuesdays, Hydra, THRESHOLD, HYPERECLUSE, Garden Angel, WELTSCHMERZ, Farrah Faucet, VÆPORS, Chv.Volk, Bratislavská Krutosť, Gyna Bootleg, Destitute Mirror Children, The Cost ov Living, MITH-XX, Quivering / Nausia, Mono Theory, Morerose, Salò Mentale, Tiefling, Walter Campbell, A.S. Valentino, Density Creep, Sk​ú​š​ka Sir​é​n, Robert Ferent, and V.I.L.E. (Desdemona Ill, Richard Ramirez, Sean Ramirez).

A warning for the uninitiated: Noise, as the name suggests, can at times be incredibly distorted, intensely bass heavy, and can genuinely wreck your speakers (and your ears) if not treated with respect. Proceed with caution, for you are now “at your own risk”.

You may freely share this digital compilation with others via the internet so long as the compilation remains whole and unedited. Any commercial use of any part of this compilation is strictly prohibited. Please contact the artists directly with any licensing requests or questions. Now, go get your face melted off!

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