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flapperdame16 · 1 year ago
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susie jardine liked my comment about barbie core all year long!
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dec4podcast · 2 years ago
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Al and Matt Jardine, Wendy and Carnie Wilson, Don't Worry Baby.
From the Wall Street Theatre, March 2022.
Features Matt Jardine on lead vocal.
The band also features Ed Carter, Bobby Figueroa and Probyn Gregory, with Debbie Shair on keyboards.
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kcrev · 3 days ago
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hc + 👪 for a family-themed headcanon, hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon, hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon, hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like, hc + 💪 for a sport-themed headcanon // libby
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hc + 👪 for a family-themed headcanon
sem dúvidas, a morte de seu pai foi o momento mais difícil de sua vida. tinha apenas onze anos na época em que aconteceu e recém começava a entender a vida como ela era. como a mais nova entre quatro irmãos, libby foi muito protegida pelos três mais velhos. porém, sempre foi esperta demais para sua idade e enxergava o que nenhum dos demais queria lhe dizer: sua família estava ruindo. sua mãe simplesmente não tinha força para nada, passou dias sem sair de casa e mal saía de sua cama. jason, o mais velho dos quatro, precisou trancar a sua faculdade quando estava prestes a se formar para cuidar dos demais. bethany tentava manter anthony na linha, porém o terceiro dos irmãos tinha dezesseis anos e estava em uma de suas fases mais rebeldes. não queria saber de estudar e começou a andar com as pessoas erradas. aos poucos, as coisas começaram a voltar aos eixos, porém libby lembra perfeitamente o quão difícil foi vê-los daquela forma e fingir que não sabia o que estava acontecendo.
hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon
matt é o primeiro amigo que libby se lembra de ter. conheceram-se quando ele se mudou para a casa ao lado da sua e suas mães quiseram apresentar um ao outro para brincarem nos jardins das casas deles após a escola. para libby foi a melhor coisa do mundo, porque estava acostumada com a companhia dos irmãos mais velhos que não davam muita bola para suas brincadeiras. em questão de semanas, os dois já estavam grudados e, onde um ia, o outro acompanhava. no primeiro verão em que passaram como amigos, libby e matt certamente ficaram mais tempo juntos do que separados, uma vez que frequentemente iam dormir na casa um do outro.
hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon
quando perguntada sobre um dos dias mais felizes de sua vida, libby certamente irá lembrar do dia em que recebeu suas cartas de aceite para a universidade. esteve uma pilha de nervos durante todo o seu último ano, fez mais aulas extracurriculares do que provavelmente tinha capacidade de fazer e dormiu menos do que deveria. toda a sua vida naquele ano se resumiu a um único objetivo: passar em sua faculdade dos sonhos. quando as cartas começaram a chegar pelo correio, olivia saiu correndo até a casa de matt para que ele estivesse com ela no momento em que as abrisse. nova york era sua primeira escolha, então foram as últimas duas cartas que abriu. no total, recebeu uma rejeição, duas listas de espera e seis aceites, incluindo para a sua primeira opção que foi onde decidiu cursar.
hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like
não gosta muito de comentar sobre isso, mas libby ama filmes românticos, sejam comédias ou dramas. é uma pessoa muito lógica e cética, mas adora sair do racional durante aquelas duas horas em que vê um casal se apaixonar após se conhecer por três dias. sabe que é uma coisa completamente irreal, mas é por isso que gosta tanto.
hc + 💪 for a sport-themed headcanon
libby começou a acompanhar futebol americano durante a adolescência por causa de matt. na época, libby tinha certo receio de que ele começasse a achar que não tinham nada em comum e se afastasse dela. assim, começou a ver e estudar sobre o esporte em segredo para que, quando visse um jogo ao lado do melhor amigo, pudesse impressioná-lo. não tinha a menor ideia de qual time gostava, mas sabia que matt torcia para os 49ers e foi motivo o suficiente para dizer que era torcedora deles também. depois que se mudou para a faculdade, perdeu muito o hábito de acompanhar o campeonato, mas, se alguém lhe pergunta, libby segue dizendo que seu time preferido é o de san francisco.
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itsstrange · 2 years ago
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Karl Urban/reader story
Best friends for about 10 years. He is off doing a movie when she gets an invite for a function (you decide what). Calls him to see if he would be available to be her plus one. He say maybe but unsure.
He shows up late and helps with an ex who is harassing her (you decide how)
Fluff and ditching a little after to go hang out at home
A/N: I know you requested other ones before this one but I just had to publish this one first since I pictured this request all too clearly and was very excited about this one tbh, so hope u don’t mind this one being published first, your previous request(s) will soon be published love!! Hope You Enjoyed this one! 💚✨
To 10 Years and More
Fandom: The Boys
Relationship: Karl Urban x Reader
Word Count: 7k
Warnings: (No) Fluff, Slight Mention of Harassment, Mention of Alcohol, Comforting, Confessions, Kissing, Karl being an Absolute Gentleman, Friends to Lovers.
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Enjoy! 💚✨
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Together with their parents,
Rubie Jardin and Tomas Lockwood.
Joyfully invite you to celebrate their Wedding!
November 16, 2022
At 5:00 PM
The Colonel Ballrooms, 7577 Jacobs Ave.
See You There!
It read on the invitation that was currently in your hands, which you have been staring at for the past 10 to 20 minutes. Still can’t believe she’s doing it. You tell yourself as you continue to stare at the invitation. You weren’t gonna lie, the invitation was rather beautiful, its color was matte black with golden leaves as a frame, something that definitely screamed Rubie. She was obsessed with those two colors, you also wouldn’t doubt it if her dress turns out to be the same color, yet you wouldn’t worry too much about criticism she’d receive from the guest, that woman can rock anything and everything.
She did win Prom Queen after all.
Another disbelief, yet happy, scoff leaves your lips as you continue to stare at the invitation, still not quite believing it. It became realistic at the bachelorette party, but now, just a few days away, it all just seems like a dream. Never in a million years did you think, Rubie Jardin, your high school bestie, your rebel half, your partner in crime would ever get married, but here you are, staring down at the invitation to her very own wedding that would happen in a couple of days. You never really thought she’d settle down, she never picked you as the type to tie the knot with someone, but boy were you proved wrong. And you were glad you were. She deserved someone who would cherish her, love her for who she is, care for her in any way, and you knew Tomas was the perfect man for the job. He had found her queen and she had found her king, and you wished them both a happily ever after.
Only thing you weren’t happy about is actually attending the wedding, alone that is. Even if it said at the bottom of the invite ‘plus one’ you still didn’t have anyone to take, your mom was off the list, she was off on vacation with your father, Anniversary, your siblings were also off on vacation or out of town with their own family and you just didn’t really have anyone else you’d like to accompany you to the event. Your co-workers were a no go, you didn’t really have that close connection with them, yet, and the rest of your actual friends were already taking a date with them, and the thought of hitching a ride with them just didn’t sit well with you. Even if they didn’t mind the third company, you sure did, you felt a burden, so that was also a no.
Only person you can think of who would absolutely love to be your date uh.. plus one, would be the one person who is constantly working and constantly traveling for work. The thought of even texting him or calling him just seemed pointless, you knew he was busy, probably won’t event answer the call from how busy he is, but in all honesty you wondered if he’d actually answer your call since you hardly ring him up during work days. Also, you were curious to know what would be his reaction, Rubie along with multiple friends have mentioned how different he acts whenever you’re around. He doesn’t, they’re crazy. You mentally remind yourself but don’t realize how your fingers are already scrolling through your contacts until you’re tapping on his name.
This is pointless. Why am I even calling him he’s busy and across the country.
Yet you still put your phone on speaker before placing it on the island, waiting patiently as the line starts ringing throughout the kitchen. Your hands leaning against the table, fingers lightly—nervously— tapping against the marble counter while your eyes are casted down on the screen. After the fifth ring you thought about hanging up and sending him a mess to give you a call back whenever he can, but before you can hover your finger on the screen, a voice is being heard on the other end.
‘Urban industries,’ You stayed quiet at the familiar but non-familiar voice, then a smile tugs on your lips when you recognize it,
“Hey Jensen,”
‘Gotta tell you, you just brightened my night even more,’ He states over the phone, smirk visible in his tone,
You chuckle, “That so?”
He hums then continues, ‘You proved me wrong,’
“How exactly?”
‘Well, I always wondered who he loved the most. Me or his so-called best friend, but now that I’ve seen how he has you as his contacts I believe I won,’
“You think so?” You snark back, wide smile on your face,
‘Oh I know so. I’ve got hearts by my name,’ You can visibly picture a large, cheeky smile on the mans face, earning a heartfelt chuckle to slip from your mouth,
“You’re an idiot,” You comment with a shake of your head, earning a deep chuckle from the man as well, “Where’s the Kiwi at? Would love to have a serious conversation about our friendship,” Relationship.
‘He’s somewhere around here— ah, there he is, gimme a sec,’ You hear shuffling on the other end of the phone, then wind blowing in the background and then voices before you hear Jensen talking to another person, seconds pass before finally hearing his voice coming through the speaker,
‘’Ello?’ His Kiwi accent slips, invading your eardrums beautifully, easily making your heart flutter in your chest,
“Replacing me I see,” You playfully say, smile turning into a smirk when his soft chuckle is heard through the phone,
‘I could never,’ Karl replies
“I don’t know, he seems very certain that he’s won you from me,” The same smirk is still on your lips as you grab your phone to maneuver yourself around the island,
Karl chuckles once again, causing your heart to flutter once again, ‘We’re in it together. Till the very end, remember?’
Your smirk switches back to a large smile, one that has your cheeks burning up, both from pure happiness and absolute love. If only he knew how you actually took those words. If only he knew how you actually felt about him, then you wouldn’t be riding with so much hidden feelings, but you did, for so many reasons. Reasons to prevent heartbreak and pain. However, you’ve been dealing with said pain, every time you were near him, the urge to just let him know everything you were feeling, the urge to just kiss him stupidly until those feelings have been satisfied have been growing nonstop. But you held a firm grip onto those feelings to prevent them from ever spilling out because you just didn’t want to ruin things, didn’t need more pain nor a reminder about the time your best friend didn’t feel the same way about you.
So, you kept them hidden, and we’re going to keep them hidden until one day you were brave enough to share them with him.
It was back in 2012, it was the first day of work as the makeup artist on the set of Star Trek. You were having a conversation with another co-worker, sharing your guys’ excitement when the door to your trailer opens up, revealing Chris Pine with his piercing blues and right behind him was the one and only Karl Urban. If somebody would have told you it only took weeks to grow close with him you would have believed them, but if another person would have told you it only took a month to fall for him, and two years to admit it, you would have said that’s crazy. But it was the absolute truth.
You fell for him. Hard. But you knew it wasn’t right, he’s a successful actor and you were just.. a regular woman trying to survive the American Dream. You two would never correlate, he was always working, traveling, it has actually surprised you so many times how your friendship remained strong for these many years. Normally you never kept contact with actors you’ve worked with, but for some reason, Karl decided to stay in your life. Till the very end.
A question you’ve always asked yourself was, How the fuck are you still hiding it from him? And the answer you’ve always given was fear. That’s how you kept it from him, because you were scared of him, scared of what he might say, scared of what he might do, scared of losing him, that’s why you never slipped, and will not slip. It was too much of a risk, you love him too much to lose him.
Wait.. love?
‘So what’s up?’ Karl says, breaking you out of your own ranting thoughts,
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” You tell him with a apologetic tone,
‘Nah all good love, we’re just finishing up this scene before calling it a night,’ He reassures you, cheeks burning up at the nickname,
You look at the time on your phone, realizing it was barely 11:30 pm at night, meaning it was barely 1:30 on his end. Normally he’d get off from work at three in the morning, but if the director loves them enough he’d let them off until four in the morning, so it seemed to you odd he was clocking off work much earlier. Especially on a Monday night.
“You boys sleeping on the job?” You ask reaching into your fridge to grab a bottle of water,
Karl chuckles once again, then sniffs, ‘That’s all Jensen, poor lad is on his tenth coffee cup,’ He jokes then adds, ‘The temperature keeps dropping over here, and filming in an abandoned warehouse ain’t helping, nearly freezing my tits off, plus there’s a snowstorm coming in a matter of hours,’
You scoff in disbelief, feeling sympathy for him and the rest of the crew for having to work in the most brutal weather conditions in Chicago, where you on the other hand were cozy and warm in your apartment.
“Sounds like fun,” You sarcastically say as you make your way towards your couch,
‘Oh it’s thrilling,’ Karl responds back with the same sarcasm, but continues with, ‘How bout you? You alright love?’
Damn him and his fucking nicknames, you’re lucky he can’t see the way your face is fucking flushed.
“Oh I’m heating like a furnace over here,” Literally. “And I’ve got Harry Potter throwing spells at me,”
Karl groans into the phone, and lordy did that do something to you, immediately sending your mind into sinful thoughts. ‘What I would give to be in your position,’
You giggle as you stare at the screen, watching but not quite paying attention to the film, you didn’t need to, you’ve about watched that film more than you can count. Can visibly picture and say each line and scene with your eyes close as if it were the back of your hand.
“Maybe if you flirt with Richard he’ll let you go right now,” You smirk, knowing he too shared the same look,
‘I just might,’ He says with a short chuckle before adding once again, ‘Now what’s on your mind?’
He really did know you. Probably knows you better than you do. You’ve been avoiding the question since he spoke on the phone, but he picked on it much quicker than you thought.
You scoff with a shake of your head, dropping your phone on your chest, “I’m not even sure I should tell you,”
‘How come?’ Confusion and curiosity can be heard in his voice,
You stay quiet for a couple seconds, teeth biting your bottom lip from the nerves, “Because it’s pointless,”
‘Don’t be daft (Y/n). Obviously it’s not pointless if it’s got you calling me during work hours,’
“It is because I already know the answer to the question,”
‘Spill it,’ He simply says, firmness itched in his voice,
God you really hated him.
With a loud sigh you let your head lean back against the couch, you did call him, now you’ve gotta ask him.
‘(Y/n)’ Karl says your name with a slight warning to get you to talk,
Another sigh leaves your mouth again but the words fall freely from lips, “Okay. Remember Rubie?”
‘Of course,’
“Well she’s getting married in a couple of days..On Friday actually and—,”
‘Married?’ Karl questions with absolute confusion,
“Uhm.. yeah. Married,” Does he not know? He has to know I told him. He was there when she broke the news.. right?
‘With that one Tomas bloke?’ He asks again, Does he really not know?
You scoff with a soft chuckle, “Yeah him.. Don’t you remember Rubie spilling the beans that one Saturday night?”
He stays quiet for a couple seconds on the other end, making some noises with his tongue before finally remembering with a loud, excited, ‘Oh Yeah! Sorry love, been absolute crazy over here,’
The way he constantly forgets things brings a soft giggle out of you. Normally you’d think he’d be great with memorizing things considering his line of work, but it’s actually the quite opposite.
‘Alright, so she’s gettin married?’ He asks, which sounded more like he was edging you to continue with whatever it is you wanted to say,
“Yeah and— well.. I obviously have to go, she’s my best friend and all but..,” You stop yourself, silently inhaling through your nose as you look up at your ceiling, honestly regretting even calling him but continue with your question, “I..I didn’t want to go alone.. and.. I’ve got a plus one but got no one to take. And— well I-.. I figured I’d ask you,”
‘Right..,’ Was Karl’s response, hesitant and soft but then adds, ‘But you knew I worked,’
“Hence, pointless of even asking you,” You remind him, fingers nervously playing with the brand of your water bottle,
Silence hovered over you, definitely not helping with your nerves, but then you begin hearing the way he lets out a loud exhale through his nose.
‘You know I would absolutely love to go. Not only to crash the wedding but to also be there with you,’ If only he knew just how bad those words effected you, heart fluttering uncontrollably in your chest with cheeks burning, god how you wished he knew, ‘But I’m not sure if—,’
“No, yeah I know,” You cut him off, awaiting disappointment settling in your chest, “You’re busy.. you don’t have to explain, I get it. Why do you think I didn’t wanna ask you,”
‘Yeah.. sorry love,’
“Honestly Karl don’t be. You’re busy, plus I’m sure it’ll probably be difficult to even get the day off. It’s understandable,” You reassure him, fingers now playing with the corner of your pillow,
You weren’t sure, but you definitely think you heard a disappointed sigh on the other end of the phone, or maybe it was the wind? Either way, you too felt disappointed, even if you knew it was coming it still sucked knowing he’d most likely miss the wedding and would have to decline being your plus-one. Yet, despite the disappointment, you felt somewhat relieved knowing he didn’t reject your offer, reject you. Not that it proved your friends theory. He just couldn’t make it.
That’s it.
While you continued playing with the corner of your pillow, you hear Karl speak to someone on his end, then hear another loud, exhausted sigh escape from him. A small knowingly smile creeps on your lips when you recognize that sigh.
“Duty calls?” You ask, which he response with a short yawn,
‘Yeah,’
“Go. Finish the scene so you can catch some shut eye,” You tell him, even if you didn’t want to end the call you knew you had to, he needed to get back to work,
‘Alright love.. I’ll give you a call later on,’ He says with another small sigh,
“Okay. Goodnight,”
‘Night love,’
At his words you both end the call. Grabbing your phone from your chest you toss it to the side on the couch with a disappointed sigh. You stare at your phone for a couple seconds, replaying the conversation in your head, feeling the way your chest warms up when you heard his voice again after weeks of not being able to communicate. You always did enjoy your guys’ conversations, but now, with these feelings growing every minute, it just felt different, it was a different kind of happiness, it felt much more.. stronger. You couldn’t describe it other than feeling like the sun was constantly shining around you every time you’d hear his voice.
And it was a feeling you wished you’d feel everyday, wished it was the same feeling he felt, but knew that wish would never fully fulfill, because not every wish finds their way.
*****
Four Days Later
The wedding was absolutely beautiful. She looked absolutely incredible. The venue, the theme, the colors, her dress was just beyond perfect in your eyes, everything was just beautiful. That’s all you can say to describe the day. Things were going great, large smiles, heartfelt laughters, happy tears were being shared all around, you on the other hand we’re glad you decided to put waterproof everything because you definitely went through at least six pieces of tissues. Nonstop, happy tears rolled down your cheeks as Rubie made her way down the aisle with her grandfather, taking her fathers place considering he was no longer with us but proudly watching from above, the way they both shared their vows, promising each other to always protect and give unconditional love and support, then came the rings and the kiss. Then Husband and Wife.
You cheered with everyone, hugging Rubie’s mother with pure joy, new tears rolling down your face as you watched the newly wed wave with large smiles on their face. Everything was just beautiful.
Everything was going great after. Once everyone ate, everybody began enjoying the rest of the day with the newly wed. Drinks, laughter, more tears, chatter, pictures were being shared around the entire venue. You were sure you had thousands of great photos with friends and the newly wed, great memories to look back to, however, despite enjoying the night, you wished a certain someone was there to enjoy it with you. He had called you two days before the wedding to let you know he definitely wouldn’t be able to make it to the wedding, claiming they had to makeup the day for canceling the previous day due to flash floods, again you reassured him it was fine and completely understandable, but you still couldn’t help the way your heart shattered knowing you wouldn’t be seeing him anytime soon.
But even then, you still sent him pictures of the day, of the venue, of you and Rubie and even managed to sneak in a small FaceTime call, but had to cut it short since he claimed he had to go back to work. That was a couple of hours ago, ever since the call you tried to busy yourself by having a couple drinks with friends, chatting, laughing, even dancing with friends and the bride. The night was going splendid, definitely a night to remember, until it wasn’t.
You parted away from your group, claiming you had to use the restroom. Once that was taken care of, you began walking in the direction of the bar where you ordered your preferred drink and waited patiently. A smile would come across your lips every once and a while as you watched Rubie dance with her new husband to a slow song, it was such a memorable scene, making you wonder if you would ever get to experience such a beautiful moment too. Your thoughts were soon brought out by the bartender placing your drink on the counter, once thanking him and giving him a tip, which he sends you an appreciative smile, you turn to walk away, but was stopped by the one man you had been avoiding throughout the whole day.
Mason Peerson. Better known as your shit head of an ex-boyfriend.
“Hey,” He greets you with that all too familiar smirk, causing dark memories to resurface in your mind,
“Mason,” You say his name with pure disdain, distaste, causing an uncomfortable knot to start forming at the pit of your stomach when his smirk only darkens at your tone, clearly finding your hatred amusing,
“It’s been a while,” He starts, leaning one elbow on the counter of the bar, smirk still plastered on his face,
“Sure has,” You respond shortly, wanting nothing more than to leave this conversation, leave him, but you knew walking away from him was pointless, he was like a piece gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe once stepped on,
He won’t leave you alone. Yet, you were actually surprised he hadn’t bothered you earlier, then again, you never did leave your armor of friends. Trying to get through them was like trying to get through a pack of viscous wolves, it was pointless to even try and it was incredibly dangerous. For him, anyways. They all knew the way he had mistreated you during the last few moments of your relationship, witnessed multiple times where you both would constantly argue over the smallest things, even witnessed how he had brought your insecurities even lower, causing you to dig yourself into a dark hole, which took a lot of convincing and patience to bring you out of.
Your relationship wasn’t always fucked. In the beginning everything was fine, great, perfect, he was perfect, in your eyes at least. He would do everything for you, would show you love, affection, the two years were just absolutely amazing, until it wasn’t. Things went downhill as soon as he began drinking nearly every weekend, then the drinking switched from twice of the week to drinking nearly every day. Then came the arguments, then the harassment, not physical, but verbally, which ruined you mentally. Things between you two were just fucked at that point, no better word for it, it was just too toxic, it wasn’t healthy by any means, not anymore at least.
Family and friends begged you to leave him, to leave that toxic environment, but you couldn’t, you felt trapped by blind love, until you finally drew the line. One night, after a terrible “date night” you had stormed out of the restaurant after he had insulted you once again and demanded you to stop being so dramatic about your mental issues, claiming ‘you are not a child so stop seeking attention’ not only did he receive a list of profanities but he also received your glass of whine poured onto his head. Luckily for you, the security guards were able to step in between you two before he even got the chance to actually do something. One of them escorted you outside while the other kept Mason inside as you waited for your ride.
It was Karl who had picked you up. And it was that night that you had cried in his chest before falling into a peaceful sleep in his arms.
“Even after all these years, you still look good,” He gives you an unwelcoming compliment,
You give him a scoff with a disbelief smile, “Thanks,” You tell him, taking a step to walk away but a cold hand stops you by the elbow, halting your steps,
“Hey c’mon, can we please just talk?” He asks you, hand still firm around your elbow,
Talk? Seriously? Bold of him to assume talking to him was the last thing on my mind. You mentally tell yourself.
“There’s nothing to talk about and there never will be,” You try walking away again but his grip on your elbow only tightens as he maneuvers his body in front of you, blocking you from walking away,
“Despite looking good, you’re acting like a goddamn child still,” His light brown eyes were filled with that same old annoyance, irritation as he stared at you,
And oh how you wanted nothing more than to punch the shit out of him. You were seconds away from doing so, your free hand was curled into a fist by your side, you were just waiting for him to give you a reason, but before he could give you one, an all too familiar deep, loving voice settles behind you.
“We all good here?” You quickly turn around at his voice, watching the way his hazel orbs drop down to yours for a split second before once again averting them back to Mason, who had long since then released your elbow from his grip,
The look that was written in his eyes was the same look he displayed while playing his iconic role, Billy Butcher. Seeing it through a screen was absolutely incredible, but now, with him only an inch away from you and having that look in his eyes was pure intimidation, yet, arousing. But her didn’t need to know that. Ever.
“Karl. It’s been a minute,”
“Sure has,” Karl responds, tone flat and still, then slightly motions his head to the side, “Now how bout we leg it, yeah?”
In other words, fuck off. You mentally say as you stood between both men. Mason must’ve understood the true definition behind the taller man’s words because he softly chuckles before taking a step forward, but before he can even take another you quickly settle in front of him, stopping him from inching closer to the man behind you, who now had his chest pressed against your back. Not because he was going to launch at the other man, not that he didn’t want to, but because he saw how close the dickhead had gotten to you.
“Just leave, Mason,” You firmly tell him, (E/c) glaring into his own eyes as you continue with, “You’re really gonna cause a scene at your best friends wedding?”
That got him to avert his eyes from the man behind you to stare into your own. That’s the only reason why he’s even here, he was good friends with Tomas, they were like brothers so of course he was going to attend his brothers wedding, but if it wasn’t for him knowing Tomas, he wouldn’t have been there.
Something switches in eyes as he locked gazes with you, a habit that apparently never left from him. An effect that you just had on him, despite of everything that he’d done, you just had a way in bringing him down without even trying. He’d never admit it, but you were, and will always be his weakness.
Still keeping his eyes locked with yours, he inhales deeply through his nose before averting his eyes back towards Karl, who was still keeping a close eye on him. Then after a minute, maybe less, Mason gives you a small glance before finally leaving without another word.
“Never did understand what you saw in that cunt,” Karl comments once Mason was out of earshot, hazel orbs still following his frame as he made his way across the venue,
You chuckle as you turn to face him, “It’s called blind love,”
Karl remained keeping his eyes on Mason, watching as he made his way back to a group of men, then cheering and laughing with them as if he wasn’t just seconds away from causing a fight. As he kept his eyes on the group of men, Mason specifically, he didn’t notice the way you were observing— admiring—him. Dark hair neatly styled upwards, beard neatly trimmed, skin glowing perfectly—beautifully under the venues lights, then you let your eyes wonder throughout his entire frame. Dark blazer and jeans with a turquoise button up underneath— which you realized matched with your dress perfectly— and of course he had the first three buttons undone revealing his chest and St. Christopher necklace that you had gotten him a couple years back, causing a warming sensation to build at the pit of your stomach whenever you see it on him.
He really does not take it off. You tell yourself, remembering when you had given him the necklace as an early birthday gift where he then took it with a large, appreciative smile before slipping it over his head without hesitation. If you were being completely honest, that moment plays rent free in your mind at any given time, he plays rent free at any given time, but you’re not complaining nor will you ever admit it to him.
“You came,” You softly say, small smile forming on your mouth when those hazel orbs of his finally land on yours,
His entire demeanor changes as he locks eyes with you. Pure relief, joy, and happiness replace his anger as he stares at you. God how he missed your eyes, your smile, you.
“You called,” He simply states, then adds, “Plus, I did say we’d crash the wedding together right?”
A soft chuckle escapes from you, smile widening as you close the little gap between you two where two large arms wrap around your frame and tug you closer to his firm body. Your own arms wrap around his waist, fingers interlocking behind his back, trapping him there as your cheek rests against his chest. Despite the music playing loudly through the speakers, his soothing heartbeat still sounded beautifully in your ear, making your hold on him to tighten, which only widens his own smile. Hugging you tighter as well, he places a gentle kiss on top of your head.
“Sorry I’m late,” Karl whispers, lips slightly moving against the crown of your head,
You shake your head against his chest, “Doesn’t matter. Everything’s perfect now,”
The two of you remain in each others arms for another couple of minutes, just cherishing the moment for a little while longer until the sounds of cheering breaks the moment. Glancing over to the dance floor you watch as both Rubie and Tomas become the center of attention, a smile and chuckle escaping from you when they both show their moves to the upbeat music. Then you feel a hand interlocking with your own, glancing back at Karl you see him motioning his head to the side with a smile before gently guiding you to the table where the rest of your friends sat and cheered.
After greeting and hugging each one of your friends, he sits down next to you, hand once again interlocking with your own. You stare down at your hands then back up to meet his eyes, he only spares you a small smile before turning around to spark a conversation with one of the guys at the table, however, what made a smile form on your lips was the way his thumb would rub soothing circles against your skin, causing a warming sensation to rise in your chest and causing you to inch closer to him in your chair.
He’s just holding my hand because we haven’t seen each other for a couple months, nothing else. You tell yourself as you listened in on a conversation on your left but couldn’t seem to focus since your mind kept wondering back to his thumb rubbing small circles against your skin. You wanted to believe it was more than a ‘I miss you, I haven’t seen you for a while, so I’m going to hold your hand for as long as I can’ type of thing, but you also didn’t want to believe in such a thing, you feared it, feared of getting hurt. But the longer he held your hand in his, the harder it was to push the thought away.
Just stop! He’s only here for the night, possibly for a couple of hours, just enjoy the night, enjoy him while you can! You mentally curse at yourself when you start overthinking things, which is an annoying tick of yours, but as annoying as it is, you can’t just stop yourself. Thankfully, before you can even dive deeper in your thoughts, Rubie comes strolling over to your table with a wide smile, which only widens when she spots Karl by your side. Once thanking and hugging him for attending her wedding, she goes ahead and demands everyone at the table to join her at the dance floor, words slightly slurring, causing a few chuckles and cheers as she turns back around. Dancing her way back to the floor.
While everyone indeed gets up from the table to follow the married woman, you and Karl remain sitting down, watching everybody cheering as they make their to the dance floor with a smile. Then, before you know it, Karl himself is standing up as well, pulling your interlocked hands, a motion for you to go dancing with him.
Your eyes grow wide, “You know I suck at dancing,”
Karl softly chuckles, “That makes two love,”
With another small tug on your hand, you rise from your chair with a wide smile. At least you won’t be alone when it comes to making a fool of yourself.
You let him guide you to the dance floor, hand tightening around his own as he moves through dancing bodies, after what seemed like a minute of walking through a crowded maze, Karl is pulling you in front of him. A large smile spreads on your face as you two move with the music, even if both of you were definitely not meant for dancing, you both still were giving it all. Not caring if both your steps were off beat, not caring if you two were possibly making a fool of yourselves, you both were simply enjoying the moment. Together.
Yet, the night only seemed to get younger. As you two were dancing and just as Karl twirls you around, the DJ switches the song, causing the entire venue to erupt in loud, excited cheers as the next song blares through the speakers. Karl watches the way your eyes and smile grow wide the same time Rubie suddenly appears right next to you, then watches the way you both sing the lyrics to the song as loud as you both can.
‘Coming out of my cage,
And I’ve been doing just fine,
Gotta gotta be down,
Because I want it all,
It started out with a kiss,
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss,
Now I’m falling asleep,
And she’s calling a cab,
While he’s having a smoke,
And she’s taking a drag,
Now they're going to bed,
And my stomach is sick,
And it's all in my head,
But she's touching his chest now,
He takes off her dress now
Let me go,
And I just can't look, it's killing me,
And taking control,’
Karl remains standing still, quietly, just admiring you from his position on the dance floor, completely awestruck by you at the moment. Wide smile plastered on your lips as you sing the lyrics with pure energy, joyfulness, admiration, excitement, love. His hazel orbs never leaves your form. They were glued to you. He felt as if he’d look away, he miss the best moment, and that was you, dancing, jumping, screaming your lungs out to the song, hair going absolute wild from jumping with Rubie by your side. It was a fucking sight to his eyes. A sight he knew he always wanted to see, forever. Your smile, the bright light in your beautiful (E/c) eyes, just you. He wanted to see that happiness in you till the end of time. You out of all people deserved it and he was damn sure he was going to do everything in his power to bring you that same happiness you felt at the moment for as long as he lived.
It was that same happiness that made him realize just how much he loves you. Not that he didn’t know it already, hell, he’s been in love with you, but the way you danced and jumped around singing your lungs out only filled that love for you. Made it stronger, harder to push down, and that alone was enough for him to let go. He’s waited too long, has kept it hidden too long, fear and anxiety rested heavily at the pit of his stomach for what his heart has decided. He knew whatever he was about to do was either going to go really well, or he was heading back to the airport with a devastated heart.
Then you turned his way, wide smile, teeth and gum showing as you continue to scream the lyrics.
Oh fuck it.
With two long steps Karl towers over you, immediately holding either side of your face to roughly, but carefully, connect your lips. The sudden action made you freeze, body going completely rigid, eyes wide as your mind tries to process what the fuck just happened. Feeling the way your entire body goes stiff, Karl slowly peels away from you, scared hazel orbs scanning your entire face. His anxiety grows stronger when he still sees that same shocked expression on you, but then sees how a small smile starts forming on your lips, and before he knows it he’s being pulled back into your space, your own lips latching on to his.
A large wave of relief washes over both of you. Wide smile forming on your guys’ lips as you two melt into the kiss. Everything you both have been hiding, keeping it in a locked door, was now being poured into the kiss. Both your bodies were flushed against each other, your fingers tangled in his hair at the base of his neck while one of his hands cradled your cheek and the other gripped firmly on your hip. Keeping you in place as he only deepened the kiss. However, a loud popping sound has you both flinching away from each other, causing a large grin to spread on each others lips when you see confetti falling from the ceiling. Karl looks back down at you with the same grin, hand still holding its place by your cheek as his thumb gently rubs your skin, then drops his head low enough to softly rub his nose with yours, causing your smile to widen. It never leaves even when he latched his lips on yours once again, even when a roar of cheers is heard next to you, but that doesn’t mean you don’t shy away from the kiss and hide your face into his chest when you know the cheers are directed to you and Karl.
A deep chuckle rumbles from Karl’s chest, finding your shyness adorable, but only hugs you tighter before once again bringing your head to peck you on the lips once again. Definitely feeling the way your cheeks burn under his palms.
“Wanna get out of here?” Karl asks you with a smile, lips moving against yours,
Your smile widens as you nod your head, which he only chuckles as he pecks your lips once more before guiding you out of the dance floor. You shake your head with a large smile when you see all of your friends, including Rubie, still cheering for you as you make your way out of the crowd. You knew whenever they see you again they would demand you details and would give you the ‘I told you so’ lecture, which only widen your smile and brought a warming sensation across your chest.
Looks like you were proved wrong.
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Saturday
2:30 am
“When do you go back?” You ask, head leaning against his naked chest, fingers playing with his own,
You have been avoiding that question for obvious reasons, not wanting to know the answer when you knew it already. You wished you had more time, wished you could cherished this moment much longer, wish you could keep him in your arms, in your bed with nothing but your silver sheets covering your bodies, but you knew reality would sweep in. He had to head back to Chicago to finish filming while you had to head back to the theater where you currently were working as the makeup artist. As much as you wanted this moment to last, you both had to head back to work, back to reality, back to long distance, and that alone saddened you.
“Was actually supposed to catch a red-eye but..your worth rescheduling,” Karl mumbles behind you, causing your smile to widen against his chest,
“Am I?” You ask, raising your head to look into his eyes, small smirk displayed on your lips,
Karl stares at you, small smile tugging on the corner of his lips as he brings his free hand to place a strand of hair behind your ear, “You’re worth all of it love,”
You remain smiling at him, your (E/c) eyes scanning his entire face, embracing and enjoying the way he looks at the moment. His dark hair that was once neatly styled was now sticking out from every angle, his eyes and skin illuminating perfectly from the moon light coming from your window, everything about him, in that moment, was just perfect. Bringing your hand, the one that was fiddling with his fingers, you let them cradle the side of his jaw, fingers gently massaging his beard, earning a slight head tilt from the man.
Staring deep in his eyes, you let the words slip out, “I love you,”
A smile forms on his lips, hazel orbs growing warmer, “I love you. Always have and always will,”
“Always?” You question with a smirk,
Karl scrunches his face, lips forming into a small pout, “Maybe not always,”
That earned him a smack on the chest, causing a deep chuckle to erupt from his throat. Then after a few seconds, he goes ahead and places a warm hand on the side of your face, hazel eyes staring into your beautiful eyes, that he’s grown to love throughout the years, and not once breaking eye contact with his next words. His promise to you.
“Yes, always. To 10 years and More,”
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Commons Vote
On: Opposition Day: Farming and food security
Ayes: 187 (55.9% Con, 34.9% LD, 2.7% DUP, 2.7% Ind, 2.2% PC, 0.5% RUK, 0.5% UUP, 0.5% TUV) Noes: 359 (98.6% Lab, 1.4% Ind) Absent: ~104
Day's business papers: 2024-10-08
Individual Votes:
Ayes
Conservative (104 votes)
Alan Mak Alberto Costa Alec Shelbrooke Alex Burghart Alicia Kearns Alison Griffiths Andrew Bowie Andrew Griffith Andrew Mitchell Andrew Murrison Andrew Snowden Aphra Brandreth Ashley Fox Ben Obese-Jecty Ben Spencer Bernard Jenkin Blake Stephenson Bob Blackman Bradley Thomas Caroline Johnson Charlie Dewhirst Chris Philp Christopher Chope Claire Coutinho Damian Hinds Danny Kruger David Davis David Reed David Simmonds Desmond Swayne Edward Argar Edward Leigh Gagan Mohindra Gareth Bacon Gavin Williamson Geoffrey Clifton-Brown Geoffrey Cox George Freeman Graham Stuart Greg Smith Gregory Stafford Harriet Cross Harriett Baldwin Helen Grant Helen Whately Iain Duncan Smith Jack Rankin James Cartlidge James Cleverly James Wild Jeremy Hunt Jeremy Wright Jerome Mayhew Jesse Norman Joe Robertson John Cooper John Glen John Hayes John Lamont John Whittingdale Joy Morrissey Julia Lopez Julian Lewis Katie Lam Kemi Badenoch Kevin Hollinrake Kit Malthouse Laura Trott Lewis Cocking Lincoln Jopp Luke Evans Mark Garnier Martin Vickers Matt Vickers Mel Stride Mims Davies Neil Hudson Neil O'Brien Neil Shastri-Hurst Nick Timothy Nigel Huddleston Oliver Dowden Patrick Spencer Paul Holmes Peter Bedford Peter Fortune Rebecca Harris Rebecca Paul Rebecca Smith Richard Fuller Richard Holden Robbie Moore Robert Jenrick Roger Gale Saqib Bhatti Sarah Bool Shivani Raja Simon Hoare Steve Barclay Stuart Anderson Stuart Andrew Suella Braverman Victoria Atkins Wendy Morton
Liberal Democrat (65 votes)
Adam Dance Al Pinkerton Alison Bennett Andrew George Angus MacDonald Anna Sabine Ben Maguire Bobby Dean Brian Mathew Calum Miller Cameron Thomas Caroline Voaden Charlie Maynard Charlotte Cane Chris Coghlan Christine Jardine Claire Young Clive Jones Daisy Cooper Danny Chambers David Chadwick Ed Davey Edward Morello Freddie van Mierlo Gideon Amos Helen Maguire Helen Morgan Ian Roome Ian Sollom James MacCleary John Milne Josh Babarinde Joshua Reynolds Layla Moran Lee Dillon Lisa Smart Liz Jarvis Luke Taylor Manuela Perteghella Marie Goldman Martin Wrigley Max Wilkinson Mike Martin Monica Harding Munira Wilson Olly Glover Paul Kohler Pippa Heylings Rachel Gilmour Richard Foord Sarah Gibson Sarah Green Sarah Olney Steve Darling Susan Murray Tessa Munt Tim Farron Tom Gordon Tom Morrison Victoria Collins Vikki Slade Wendy Chamberlain Wera Hobhouse Will Forster Zöe Franklin
Democratic Unionist Party (5 votes)
Carla Lockhart Gavin Robinson Gregory Campbell Jim Shannon Sammy Wilson
Independent (5 votes)
Adnan Hussain Alex Easton Ayoub Khan Iqbal Mohamed Shockat Adam
Plaid Cymru (4 votes)
Ann Davies Ben Lake Liz Saville Roberts Llinos Medi
Reform UK (1 vote)
Richard Tice
Ulster Unionist Party (1 vote)
Robin Swann
Traditional Unionist Voice (1 vote)
Jim Allister
Noes
Labour (351 votes)
Abena Oppong-Asare Abtisam Mohamed Adam Jogee Adam Thompson Afzal Khan Al Carns Alan Campbell Alan Gemmell Alan Strickland Alex Baker Alex Ballinger Alex Barros-Curtis Alex Davies-Jones Alex Mayer Alex McIntyre Alex Norris Alice Macdonald Alison Hume Alison Taylor Alistair Strathern Allison Gardner Amanda Hack Amanda Martin Andrew Cooper Andrew Gwynne Andrew Lewin Andrew Pakes Andrew Ranger Andy MacNae Andy McDonald Andy Slaughter Angela Eagle Angela Rayner Anna Dixon Anna Gelderd Anna McMorrin Anna Turley Anneliese Midgley Antonia Bance Ashley Dalton Baggy Shanker Bambos Charalambous Barry Gardiner Bayo Alaba Beccy Cooper Becky Gittins Ben Coleman Ben Goldsborough Bill Esterson Blair McDougall Brian Leishman Callum Anderson Calvin Bailey Cat Eccles Cat Smith Catherine Atkinson Catherine Fookes Catherine McKinnell Catherine West Charlotte Nichols Chris Bloore Chris Bryant Chris Curtis Chris Elmore Chris Hinchliff Chris Kane Chris McDonald Chris Murray Chris Vince Chris Ward Chris Webb Christian Wakeford Claire Hazelgrove Claire Hughes Clive Efford Clive Lewis Connor Naismith Connor Rand Damien Egan Dan Carden Dan Jarvis Dan Norris Daniel Francis Daniel Zeichner Danny Beales Darren Jones Darren Paffey Dave Robertson David Baines David Burton-Sampson David Pinto-Duschinsky David Smith David Taylor David Williams Debbie Abrahams Deirdre Costigan Derek Twigg Diana Johnson Douglas Alexander Douglas McAllister Elaine Stewart Ellie Reeves Elsie Blundell Emily Darlington Emily Thornberry Emma Foody Emma Hardy Emma Lewell-Buck Euan Stainbank Fabian Hamilton Feryal Clark Fleur Anderson Florence Eshalomi Frank McNally Fred Thomas Gareth Snell Gareth Thomas Georgia Gould Gerald Jones Gill Furniss Gill German Gordon McKee Graham Stringer Grahame Morris Gregor Poynton Gurinder Singh Josan Hamish Falconer Harpreet Uppal Heidi Alexander Helen Hayes Helena Dollimore Henry Tufnell Hilary Benn Ian Lavery Imogen Walker Irene Campbell Jack Abbott Jacob Collier Jade Botterill Jake Richards James Frith James Murray James Naish Janet Daby Jas Athwal Jayne Kirkham Jeevun Sandher Jeff Smith Jen Craft Jenny Riddell-Carpenter Jess Asato Jess Phillips Jessica Morden Jessica Toale Jim Dickson Jim McMahon Jo Platt Jo Stevens Jo White Joani Reid Jodie Gosling Joe Morris Joe Powell Johanna Baxter John Grady John Slinger John Whitby Jon Pearce Jonathan Brash Jonathan Davies Jonathan Hinder Josh Dean Josh Fenton-Glynn Josh MacAlister Josh Newbury Josh Simons Julia Buckley Julie Minns Juliet Campbell Kanishka Narayan Karin Smyth Karl Turner Kate Dearden Kate Osamor Kate Osborne Katie White Katrina Murray Kenneth Stevenson Kevin Bonavia Kevin McKenna Kim Johnson Kim Leadbeater Kirith Entwistle Kirsteen Sullivan Kirsty McNeill Laura Kyrke-Smith Lauren Edwards Laurence Turner Lee Barron Lee Pitcher Leigh Ingham Lewis Atkinson Liam Conlon Lilian Greenwood Lillian Jones Linsey Farnsworth Liz Twist Lizzi Collinge Lloyd Hatton Lola McEvoy Lorraine Beavers Louise Jones Lucy Powell Lucy Rigby Luke Akehurst Luke Charters Luke Murphy Luke Myer Luke Pollard Margaret Mullane Marie Rimmer Marie Tidball Mark Ferguson Mark Hendrick Mark Sewards Mark Tami Markus Campbell-Savours Marsha De Cordova Martin McCluskey Martin Rhodes Mary Creagh Mary Glindon Mary Kelly Foy Matt Bishop Matt Rodda Matt Turmaine Matt Western Matthew Patrick Matthew Pennycook Maureen Burke Maya Ellis Meg Hillier Melanie Onn Melanie Ward Michael Payne Michael Shanks Michael Wheeler Michelle Welsh Mike Amesbury Mike Kane Mike Reader Mike Tapp Mohammad Yasin Nadia Whittome Natalie Fleet Natasha Irons Naushabah Khan Navendu Mishra Naz Shah Neil Coyle Neil Duncan-Jordan Nesil Caliskan Nia Griffith Nicholas Dakin Nick Smith Nick Thomas-Symonds Noah Law Oliver Ryan Olivia Bailey Olivia Blake Pam Cox Pamela Nash Pat McFadden Patricia Ferguson Patrick Hurley Paul Davies Paul Foster Paul Waugh Paula Barker Paulette Hamilton Perran Moon Peter Dowd Peter Lamb Peter Prinsley Peter Swallow Phil Brickell Preet Kaur Gill Rachael Maskell Rachel Blake Rachel Hopkins Rachel Taylor Richard Baker Richard Quigley
Rosie Wrighting Rupa Huq Ruth Cadbury Ruth Jones Sadik Al-Hassan Sally Jameson Sam Carling Sam Rushworth Samantha Niblett Sarah Coombes Sarah Edwards Sarah Hall Sarah Owen Sarah Russell Sarah Sackman Sarah Smith Satvir Kaur Scott Arthur Sean Woodcock Seema Malhotra Sharon Hodgson Shaun Davies Simon Opher Siobhain McDonagh Sojan Joseph Sonia Kumar Stella Creasy Stephanie Peacock Stephen Doughty Stephen Kinnock Stephen Morgan Stephen Timms Steve Race Steve Reed Steve Witherden Steve Yemm Sureena Brackenridge Tahir Ali Taiwo Owatemi Tanmanjeet Singh Dhesi Terry Jermy Tim Roca Toby Perkins Tom Hayes Tom Rutland Tonia Antoniazzi Tony Vaughan Torsten Bell Tracy Gilbert Tristan Osborne Tulip Siddiq Uma Kumaran Valerie Vaz Vicky Foxcroft Warinder Juss Will Stone Yuan Yang Zubir Ahmed
Independent (5 votes)
Apsana Begum Imran Hussain John McDonnell Richard Burgon Zarah Sultana
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Samedi le 10 Août 2024 ❤ 🙏 Version audio cliquez : https://jmp.sh/7stNWQKB
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« Être juste dans l’intégrité » Réf: (Pr 2:20)
C’est encore en Proverbes 11:1 que nous sera révélé que « L’Éternel a horreur des balances fausses, mais il aime les poids exacts; »Amen!
Que pouvons-nous attendre des autres si nous ne considérons pas d’abord ce qui est en nous ? Mieux, Jésus nous souligne cette question dans laquelle la réponse y apparaît tant bien aussi en disant : « Faites pour les autres tout ce que vous voudriez qu’ils fassent pour vous », ses paroles figurent en Matthieu 7 verset 12; Amen! La parole de Dieu nous révèle à quel point le monde n’arrive qu’à ne se tourner que vers lui-même, Philippiens 2:21 dira que : « tous, en effet, cherchent leurs propres intérêts, et non ceux de Jésus-Christ » Voyez aussi (2 Tim 3) à ce propos. Puisque ce n’est que par la grâce de Jésus-Christ que nous sommes considérés justes devant Dieu, non par mérite ou de par la loi ni par les sacrifices ou les offrandes devant Dieu, mais par amour et miséricorde, voyez (Matt 12:7. Il est aussi à noter dans la parole de vie que Le Christ était sans tache de péché, mais Dieu l’a chargé de notre péché. Alors maintenant, par le Christ, Dieu nous a rendus justes, (2 Cor 5 21). Voir aussi (Eph 1:7); Amen! Contrairement au monde, ceux qui s’unissent à lui deviennent comme lui, ainsi ils trouvent leurs véritables identités. Il est écrit : « Ainsi, si quelqu’un est uni à Christ, il appartient à une nouvelle création : les choses anciennes sont passées : voici, les choses nouvelles sont venues » (2 Cor 5:17); Amen! L’ennemi quant à lui utilisera l’incrédulité de l’homme pour susciter l’illusion en générant un sentiment d’urgence par la peur. Son but est d’essayer de rendre inapte toute personne à se positionner dans la grâce du Dieu véritable, il usera de certains hommes pour nous intimider jusqu’à brandir la menace, ainsi aveuglé ils acceptent le compromis qui se cache derrière une fausse promesse, comme pour sauver sa vie. Tout cela scrupuleusement monté pour réussir à établir sa domination par la tromperie. Il y arrivera cependant oui mais que pour une période de sept ans. Ce sera les pires années de douleurs et de tourment que produira celui qui se dressera contre le très haut, celui que la bible appelle l’antéchrist. Par lui les tactiques de Satan lui seront attribuées, les mêmes que dans le jardin d’Eden. Son but est de séduire et tromper jusqu’à faire douter et même faire nier de la souveraineté du Dieu véritable, il en perdra le plus grand nombre avec lui en ces jours de jugement tandis qu’il ira jusqu’à ce prendre lui-même pour dieu. Voir ( 2Thes 2) à ce propos. Plus besoin d’animer un serpent quand il arrive maintenant à ses fins en usant de certains hommes, aussi habilement que certains des hommes à son solde ne savent même pas. Amis Frères et sœurs, ne répondons surtout pas au mal par le mal car c’est ce qu’il cherche. Quant à nous, nous qui sommes passés des ténèbres à la lumière, oui voyez (Actes 26:18) à ce propos, oui c’est particulièrement ce qui nous distingue du monde et que nous manifestons par la justice l’amour et le bien, et ce, quant bien même nous nous refusons à tout compromis de l’ennemi qui est l’esprit du mal. Quant à nous encore nous prions Dieu en nous y abandonnant, aussi il nous donne de démasquer le malin où qu’il se cache pour neutraliser ses attaques ainsi dans les lieux célestes, lui ainsi que ses démons. Dieu demande que nous cherchions cependant le bien devant tous les hommes, oui voyez (Rom 12:17) à cet effet; Amen ! Dans le premier épître de Jean le chapitre 4 au verset 8, nous lisons que Celui qui n'aime pas n'a pas connu Dieu, car Dieu est amour, voilà; Amen! Terminons à la lecture du verset de référence en entier, cet à dire (Prov 2:20) qui dit : « Tu marcheras ainsi dans la voie des gens de bien, Tu garderas les sentiers des justes »; Amen ! Voilà l’intégrité ; oui et Amen! Voyez le lien inclus tout en bas de la version écrite de ce texte intitulé; « Que dit la Bible de l’intégrité ? » Amen ! ❤ 🙏
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« Que dit la Bible de l’intégrité ? »
Pour Jésus Christ Seul médiateur avec Dieu par le sang de son alliance
Texte illustration par Denis LaPierre
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VENDREDI 26 JUILLET 2024 (Billet 1 / 3)
« DÎNER À L’ANGLAISE » (1h 30min) 
Un film de Matt Winn, avec Rufus Sewell, Shirley Henderson, Olivia Williams…
Titre original : « The Trouble With Jessica »
La moyenne des critiques « Presse » n’était pas très bonne, plombée par le Nouvel Obs, Télérama… avec pourtant de bonnes notes du Monde, du Figaro, des Echos…
Nous n’avons pas cru les premiers et fait confiance aux seconds. Bien nous en a pris, nous avons passé un très bon moment. Il est vrai que nous sommes assez réceptifs à l’humour anglais (souvent noir) et pas du tout de « du tout » à l’humour franchouillard qui fait le succès de nombreuses comédies de ce côté de la Manche, genre « Les Tuches »… où même la bande-annonce ne nous a pas fait sourire une seconde !
« Dîner à l’anglaise », c’est comme une pièce de théâtre (unité de temps, de lieu et d’action), une sorte de vaudeville avec un point de départ assez macabre mais des situations qui vont se succéder tout au long du film, que nous avons trouvées désopilantes.
« Little cherry on the cake », la bande-son est superbe ! On entend du Bach, entre autres… et les mythiques Swingle Singers (qui ont laissé une trace indélébile dans toutes les oreilles des « djeunes » de la fin des années 60… mais oui…).
Marina lui a donné ❤️❤️❤️ et JM, ❤️❤️❤️,5 sur 5.
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« British clafoutis »
C’est un petit bijou de comédie noire et grinçante comme savent en trousser les Anglais, d’« Un poisson nommé Wanda » (1988) à « Bons baisers de Bruges » (2008) en passant par « Arnaques, crimes et botaniques » (1998).
Un huis-clos dans une belle demeure de style georgien, située dans le quartier très chic d'Hamstead à Londres. Je passe sur la décoration intérieure très « Upper Middle Class » avec des meubles et des objets, tous signés par des créateurs... Nous voilà donc en compagnie de deux couples et d'une célibataire, un élégant dîner entre amis en somme, sauf que nos hôtes sont au bord de la faillite personnelle et doivent impérativement vendre leur maison pour éponger leurs dettes. Une sorte de dernier rendez-vous. Suite à une altercation, la jeune célibataire quitte soudainement la table et décide d'aller prendre l'air dans le jardin de la maison... et de se pendre à un arbre, rien que ça ! S'ensuit une grandiose partition à quatre, des comportements très divers et de répliques ultra écrites pour décider de comment se débarrasser du cadavre, le tout sur un ton enlevé et amusant. On pratique l' « understatement », british oblige, ce qui renforce la drôlerie des situations dans l'intrigue. Le scénario tient ses promesses, avec plein de rebondissements dans l'action. Il faut reconnaître que ce dîner « so british », servi par de remarquables acteurs qui n’en font jamais trop, nous invite à ne perdre aucune miette de ce clafoutis bien cuisiné.
Le film a obtenu le Prix Spécial du Jury au Festival du Film britannique de Dinard l’an dernier.
(Source : « senscritique.com »)
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2023-24 Calgary Wranglers Players By Nationality
American: 6 (Matt Coronato, Walker Duehr, Mitch McLain, Connor Murphy, Colton Poolman & Kevin Rooney) Canadian: 15 (Jonathan Aspirot, Clark Bishop, Lucas Ciona, Alex Gallant, Dryden Hunt, Sam Jardine, Ben Jones, Rory Kerins, Brady Lyle, Jakob Pelletier, Jérémie Poirier, Mark Pysyk, Mark Rassell, Cole Schwindt & Brett Sutter) Swedish: 2 (Lars Dansk & William Strömgren) Russian: 2 (Yan Kuznetsov & Ilya Nikolayev) Norwegian: 1 (Mathias Pettersen) Belarusian: 1 (Ilya Salauyou)
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latribune · 11 months ago
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vriendenboekjes · 1 year ago
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hii jupiter <3 I think you'd be a breezy, effervescent kind of perfume (something that'd fit in the hermés jardin line)! top notes would be grapefruit + something vegetal but sweet like tomato or carrot. middle notes would be frangipani + ylang-ylang. for base notes something leafy and woody, like fig leaf, cypress, and cedar. and the bottle would be tall, matte glass in a warm colour & look like a vintage-y treasure you could find hidden in your relative's attic I think! I hope you like it :-)
ooh i love this! one time i smelled a perfume with tomato in the top notes and it was such an interesting green scent! and i loooooveee cedar wood it's my favourite wood scent 🤎 fig leaf and both the middle notes are so dreamy as well. And the bottle sounds so perfect! They have to produce it immediately so i can experience it. thanks so much!!!! 💚
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hqprythian · 1 year ago
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poderiam dar prompts de personagens élficos que queira ver por aqui, por favor?
Claro, meu bem! Segue alguns prompts que adoraríamos ver por aqui!
Um feérico que seja conhecido por ser mais frágil, todo mundo olha para ele e pensa "hm, bem fácil de matar" mas ele é mais difícil de matar que o matt de tvd, ok? kkkkkkkkkkk ele não queria participar do conclave, mas como é algo obrigatório....
Todos os feéricos conhecem a fé dos três, mas MUSE leva tudo a ferro e fogo. Como os feéricos foram feitos a imagem dos deuses, ele acredita que os humanos devem ser eliminados de Prythian, mais precisamente de ASCENDER e além do bullying e do fanatismo religioso esse muse seria um guerreiro bem devoto (uma espécie de paladino) que vive dizendo ouvir desígnios dos deuses para nas aulas, nas missões e até no conclave dedicar boa parte do seu tempo tentando eliminar humanos.
Porque não a filha do diretor? Todos julgam essa feérica por ser apenas um rostinho bonito, dizem que não vai passar no Conclave, e ela vive reclamando nas aulas de luta sobre "cuidado para minha unha não quebrar". Mas na real ela é muito inteligente e dedicada, só prefere não viver sob muitas expectativas. Uma vibe Lydia Martin, sabe?
Da corte de Gemini: Um feérico apaixonado por música e histórias, capaz de criar ilusões através de canções e poesias. Ele é frequentemente visto em festas e celebrações, trazendo alegria e inspiração através de suas performances mágicas.
Da corte de Taurus: Um feérico que tem uma conexão profunda com a flora e a fauna. Ele pode comunicar-se com as plantas e controlar seu crescimento, criando jardins mágicos e florestas exuberantes. Sua magia é tanto curativa quanto destrutiva, e ele pode usar as plantas como aliadas em batalhas.
Da corte de Caper: Um feérico que tem uma conexão única com as criaturas mágicas do reino, principalmente quando transformado. Ele pode se comunicar com elas, compreender suas necessidades e controlar suas ações. Sua magia é essencial para a manutenção do equilíbrio natural e para a coexistência harmoniosa entre as espécies.
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