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lovelyfeh · 5 years ago

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i have never loved a prompt as much as i have this one because it’s s o c u t e -

i personally hate how i wrote this one, so please do tell me if you’d like a rewrite anon! despite its length i just wasn’t very happy with how it came out,, it’s probably one of my worst works yikes

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➼Love had never been something Dimitri could deal with easily. The poor house leader only had two sides when it came to these sort of things; a prince who simply stuffed his emotions down and put on the same facade of friendship towards whoever he may be interested in, or a hopeless romantic that couldn’t even look at his crush without becoming a complete mess.

➼You, unfortunately, fell into the second category. The mere mention of your name had his cheeks redden a bit, enough for about the entire school to notice. He’d lay awake at night plagued with thoughts of your kind eyes and perfect smile, and had had plenty of mishaps on the training grounds when he was lucky (and unfortunate) enough to be your sparring partner.

➼Telling others how you really you felt about them was hard enough for many, but Dimitri? He already bottled up so many emotions as is! Getting him to even utter a word about his love for you to anyone already proved nearly impossible, but saying something to your face?! He could never dream of doing something like that!

➼Of course, even he had his days where a tiny bit of confidence sneaked into his heart. Maybe he had caught your eye in class, or finally managed to hold a conversation without excusing himself halfway through. Either way, he’d march over to his room, seat himself at his desk, and grab a blank sheet of paper. He would write you a letter that contains exactly how he felt!

➼... But then Dimitri would freeze. His face would flush as he read over the words he had chosen, and back away from the nearly finished note in slight horror. Had he really planned on giving you such an inappropriate letter?!

➼While his brain told him to burn the wretched thing, his heart almost always told him otherwise. Dimitri always found himself placing the unfinished confession in a box underneath his bed, where every other letter of his resided. He could barely stand the sight of them! It only reminded him of how cowardly he became when his emotions were involved! (Plus, they all sounded wrong. Maybe it was just impossible to put his feelings for you onto just one piece of paper?)

➼You yourself had always been good friends with Dimitri, ever since the day you’d met at the officers academy, but he had always been quite distant. Initiating casual talk with him always ended with you staring a bit dejectedly as he rushed off saying someone was calling him or he had chores to attend to...

➼It wouldn’t bother you as much as it did if you weren’t just a tad bit in love with him. The Blue Lions class and his friends (save for one) always sang such high praise of him, and on the rare occasion you managed to interact with him for long periods of time you knew no one was lying. Dimitri was hardworking, sweet, and charming in his own lovable way, so it shouldn’t have surprised you when you found yourself smitten with him.

➼Considering how standoffish he always was towards you you highly doubted he reciprocated your feelings. While sometimes it made you feel just a tad bit terirble knowing you’d never get your Prince Charmmg, you had accepted it long ago. Better to push Dimitri out of your mind before you became a sulking mess!

➼Weeks passed with you desperately trying to get Dimitri out of your thoughts. Suddenly it was your day to clean the living quarters. You hoped it would distract you from your prince related troubles, but they only seemed to worsen when you stopped in front of his room door.

➼“Hello? Dimitri? I’m here to pick up any trash you may have.” No response. “Dimitri? Are you there?” Again, no response.

➼You looked down the hall both ways before slowly peeking inside, surprised to find the space empty. You let yourself in, ignoring the sudden heat in your cheeks at the feeling of being in Dimitri’s room, and rushed to grab whatever may be in the garbage bin.

➼He barely had anything to take, so you started to exit only to stop at the feeling of stepping on something. You curiously plucked the folded paper from under your heel. It had been crushed and ripped, but was still somewhat whole. When you squinted you could even see fancy looking quill ink that had bled through!

➼Despite knowing that this was technically invasion of privacy, you unfolded the paper enough just to see a few of the words that you assumed Dimitri had written. Sentnces had been messily crossed out, but the few that remained were barely legible due the ruined state of the paper. Thankfully, there were just something that you could make out, near the bottom...

➼‘I love you, S/O.’

➼Out of impulse, you gasped and threw the paper as if it had caught aflame. You stared at the note with a look of both disbelief, your shaking hands already reaching to snatch what you presumed to be some some sort of confession letter off of the ground. You had to see it again, you had to confirm it. Maybe you had just misread it? Maybe the words had blended together?

➼But the longer you stared at those four simple words the faster you realized what it meant. If your suspicions were correct and Dimitri had written this, he had just indirectly confessed to you!

➼Your eyes suddenly strayed from the note in your hand when you caught a glimpse of another paper sticking out from underneath his bed. You slowly reached out to see if it was yet another letter, but your fingertips grazed the corner of a wooden box instead. You gently pulled it from its hiding spot and stared at it for a moment. The feeling of guilt sat heavy on your mind as you barely lifted the lid and glanced inside, but almost every emotion besides shock disappeared at the sight before you.

➼You placed the top to the side and gaped at the amount of letters that were packed into such a small container. You grabbed the first one you saw, which was in much better shape than the previous one, and skimmed through the writing with tiny bit of hope in your heart that it would be addressed to you once more.

➼Sure enough, the first thing you saw was ‘My Dear S/O’. The note went into great detail on how Dimitri felt about you, once again ending with the same four words that still made your heart beat a hundred miles per hour. As if in a trance you went through each confession and didn’t stop for anything. Despite still being in the Dimitri’s room and the possibility of being seen still very plausible, you read through the entire box in one sitting!

➼You had halfheartedetly scattered the letters around you and stared at your personal favorite with loving eyes. Instead of being focused on your qualities he seemed to have been rambling about how he dealt with his crush on you. He retold you stories of nights where he was simply plagued with thoughts of you, and wrote heartfelt apologies for avoiding you every chance he got...

➼With a hum and a smile you held the paper against your heart. You took a long look at the mess you had made and sighed to yourself. You should really do something to make up for all the trouble you had caused!

➼And so you folded and placed each letter into your pockets, unable to bear the thought of separating with any of his adorable confessions. You searched his drawers until you managed to find a worn quill, and giggled to yourself as you started to write your own note!

➼The sound of students being released from dinner made you hurriedly sign your name and shove it into the wooden box. You slammed the lid back on and lifted it onto his bed before rushing out of his room to hide around the corner. Despite nerves drilling a hole into you you couldn’t help but want to see his reaction, if he even had one!

➼And you did get a reaction out of him. The sight of the loathsome box being on his bed, when he had not placed it there before, made his heart sink. Someone had found his confessions.

➼In a flash he had thrown the top to the side, going completely still at the sight before him. They were gone. Every single horrid letter he had written was gone. The box was completely empty... except for one paper. Confused, terrified, and just a tad bit flushed, he read what had been left behind for him.

➼‘Dimitri! I found all of the letters and loved all of them! You don’t mind if I keep them, do you? Ah well, never mind that. You have no idea how elated I was to see that you loved me! I was so worried to you disliked my presence for a while! It put my feelings at ease! Oh, but I suppose I haven’t responded to your confession yet, hm? Well, perhaps we can discuss this over chamomile? I’d love to finally get to know you better, and just being near you makes my heart flutter, so I think it’s a fine idea. What do you say, my prince?’

➼You had never seen someone blush as much as you did Dimitri that day. He looked on the verge of fainting, but the way his shocked expression slowly shifted into a smile put your worries to rest almost instantly. Who knew you’d be able to fall in love with the same person twice?

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eirikc-blog · 8 years ago

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♡ = complimenting them. ( nina i luv yo u...... )

♡ = complimenting them .

A small blush flustered her face with unexpected words escaping the Lord’s lips. Since coming to Askr, she had met numerous heroes, some coming and going, even having to put her arms up to defend their cause, she had been thankful for Sigurd being by her side. A kind soul that helped her when she needed it, and in turn she was able to help in tough spots as well. Their teamwork and mutual appreciation was enough to bring a smile on her face.

She didn’t believe that she necessarily deserved such kind words, unexpected-- but she appreciated them nevertheless, knowing that one day she might never be able to tell him how much she has appreciated his company. For one day, she knew she must return to Magvel, to Renais-- and for him the same, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to say goodbye or how it would be when the time came, forming bonds with such great heroes, in turn deserving the title of such.

‘ Thank you Sigurd,

your kind words and heart are enough for me to keep moving forward. ’

#holysight #ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ��ʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ; asks #ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇ! ; heroes #{hi mimi i love u forever #please accept this as my heartfelt letter that i love u }

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eirianerisdar · 6 years ago

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Red-Blue, Red-Black

Summary: Spider-Man into the Spider-verse. With great power came great responsibility, yes - but from great responsibility, grew love. Nobody loved New York more than Spider-Man, and nobody loved Spider-Man more than New York, no matter what spiders follow.

Spoilers for the movie. Written in snapshots from multiple perspectives.

I put this under a read more, but it might not be working on tumblr mobile.

>It was supposed to be just like any other early-morning start.

Despite the rumoured dimension-warping event that shook New York to its core barely a few hours ago (there was a light pole somewhere that now looked more like a Christmas tree) Henry got up at his usual time. Slipped on his uniform, went down to the refuse station. Said hello to the other guys coming in, grabbed his keys, started up his garbage truck.

A 4 a.m. start, six days a week, as he had been doing for forty years. He couldn’t afford not to. He had a grandchild on the way, unplanned. His daughter was going to need all the help she could get.

Frost had grown on the streets even in the three hours since they had warped and reverberated back to normal again. Henry took his time, started his usual route down along 12th avenue, the Hudson a dark shimmer between the riverside buildings. His first stop was an industrial warehouse right on the edge of the Hudson; the usual security guard that waved him to the riverside warehouse proper didn’t come out of his little hut to greet him, so Henry, grumbling a little, got out of the truck and jogged along the wharf towards the gate.

And then he saw it.

The body was floating face-down in the Hudson, a shock of blond hair bobbing in the slick water where the garbage truck headlights lanced into the murk.

But that wasn’t what made Henry gasp in a breath of winter air so cold it seemed to strike all the air out of him instead.

It was that red spider insignia, a sanguine image surrounded by blue - like the body in the river, this cold winter morning before sunrise.

The spider that was hope, for so many New Yorkers - had been for over ten years.

Before he was aware of what he was doing, Henry had shed his coat and dove in.

He wasn’t a good swimmer, and he knew it - his mother had always said the family’s swimming genes were all inherited by his brother. But Henry cut through the freezing water with desperation in his lungs - grabbed the body by one arm, dragged it through the seeping cold towards the stairs leading up to the wharf, water stinging his eyes.

A flashlight, far above.

The security guard.

“Hey, man, what’re you-”

Henry heaved the body up the stairs by its armpits, his own arms strong and steady through years of hefting heavy garbage bags - and it was only when the body was up on the wharf, with the harsh white lights of the truck illuminating the broken bones and the bruises and the too-pale features of a the man with the torn spider on his shattered chest, did Henry begin to shake.

“Oh.” the security guard was saying behind him. The flashlight had fallen to the ground - the crack of plastic on concrete horribly like a snap of breaking bone. “Oh. Oh no. Please, no.”

Spider-Man’s eyes were still open, blue as the colour of a New York summer sky - an endless open arch that New Yorkers would look up to, smiling, whenever they heard the swish-snap of webbing and an exhilarated whoop above.

He’s so young, Henry thought, numbly, as snow began to fall in earnest - feather-light touches against the bruised cheekbone of the young man on the wharf. My daughter isn’t much younger.

Henry was shuddering badly, now - the security guard was holding out Henry’s earlier-shed coat at him, telling him to warm up before he froze - and Henry took it, stared down at its high-visiblity stripes in his brown-skinned hands, then back at the young man’s face.

Spider-Man’s face.

The spider-suit was torn, rent in places where blood had no time to flow.

Henry was gratified to know it must at least have been quick.

He reached over with a shaking hand, closed Spider-man’s eyes - shutting away the blue irises forever.

The coat Henry placed over him like a shroud - the only shroud Henry could afford, a high-visibility jacket with the letters DSNY on the back.

“Yeah, send- send someone quick. Spider-man’s...Spider-Man’s dead.”

The security guard lowered his mobile, and Henry looked up.

They shared a single stare that encapsulated all the words that surrounded their mutual understanding.

The security guard nodded once, shed the jacket off his own back and wrapped it around Henry’s shoulders.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” Henry gasped, the transferred warmth hitting him like a blow - a blow that thawed the shock in his chest and moisture to his eyes, melting away the cold river water with warm, salty tears.

The security guard shook his head, one arm still slung across Henry’s shoulders.

They stood like that - two half-strangers bonded with surprised grief, staring down at the covered body of their city’s hero - until the police came with their flashing lights, and the body on the wharf was once more and for the last time illuminated in red and blue.

>MJ had known before the knock on the door.

Peter had a vitals tracker in his suit that fed right into his workshop below the shed in May’s backyard. When the screen displaying his vitals had suddenly snapped to SIGNAL LOST May had called MJ immediately.

MJ had held on to the hope that the vitals tracker had simply been destroyed in some particularly rough fighting. It was the only possibility she could accept.

But hours passed, and Peter didn’t call.

Her Peter always called the first chance he got, if the vitals tracker was shot. It was a promise he had made to her years ago.

And so when it was the doorbell that rang instead of her phone, MJ stood up - she was fully dressed, and had been the entire night - grabbed her coat, and opened the door.

The Police Commissioner stood on her doorstep.

His hat was in his hands.

It was this fact, and that he was looking at her with such heartfelt respect in his eyes - that MJ knew for certain.

“He’s gone, isn’t he,” she said. There was nothing in her voice at all. It shocked her. She had wondered in the past hours what would happen if the worst came to pass - how her own body would react.

It appeared her body had decided not to react at all. Perhaps to do so would be her utter ending.

“I’m afraid so, ma’am,” the Commissioner said. His eyes were shiny in the faint light of sunrise, a film of moisture held back by years of experience. “I’m so sorry.”

MJ swallowed. “Do I- do I need to-”

The Commissioner nodded. “I’m sorry.” He took a breath. “We have a car that can take you to the morgue. Do you need a little time? Is there anyone else you need with you?”

“I-” MJ began. Stopped. Her vision was darkening at the corners. Something like horror was slowly clawing its way up her throat. I need my husband, she wanted to say. My husband is supposed to be with me- Peter-

Eye-blink. Automatic motions.

Her coat was on and her keys in her hand the next moment, and the Commisoner’s steady hand on her arm as he helped her down the stairs to the street.

Did she need to be helped?

Were those her knees that were shaking?

“Mrs. Parker,” the doorman said. “I’m so sorry.”

MJ jarred. Looked up.

Beyond the frosted panes of the apartment building doors, it was snowing.

Christmas lights, on the opposite side of the road.

Her - their, hers and peter’s both - doorman was crying as he opened the door for her.

Mrs Parker.

The car door closed beside her, and MJ took a breath.

Then all too soon the car stopped and the morgue doors opened and the attendant led her inside and she saw the shape under the white sheet and the man said “Take all the time you need,” and folded back the sheet and-

-MJ ceased to exist.

Her Peter. Peter Parker. Her husband.

She might have screamed, if the sobs didn’t come first.

She cradled Peter’s head and wept over the bruises and the broken bones and the cold, cold touch of his skin, her face buried in his hair, until the doors opened behind her and a warm, wrinkled hand wrapped around her shoulder.

May didn’t say anything - just gathered MJ in one arm while her free hand ran through her nephew’s hair.

They wept together over the nephew and husband they had both loved, until even the tears ran dry.

>New York stopped.

People halted mid-step on their morning commute to work, coffee splashing across pavements and staining the stones. Times Square came to a standstill, every screen plastered with the same, horrible news.

It was Peter Parker, the people said.

Peter Parker, from Queens.

Our friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man; our hero.

New York mourned.

The days that followed were strange imitations of Before.

People went to work. People ate, people walked, cars still moved and traffic still jammed. But the skies were empty; the last pieces of remaining webbing had dissolved off the buildings days ago, and though people stopped and looked up, there was never that familiar figure swinging through the skyscrapers along the boulevards and avenues of the city.

People still did the things they did before. It was just...subdued.

May had to ask for help from the Police to stop well-wishers from turning up at her door anymore.

MJ did the same.

Then, the crime rate started to climb - slowly at first as though the criminal underworld was testing the waters, and then climbing rapidly as it became obvious Spider-Man was no longer a threat.

So when the first reports of spider-people came, mere days after Peter Parker’s funeral, nobody quite believed it - until suddenly, a shaky mobile-taken video surfaced from somewhere in Queens - a trench-coated spider-man in black grappling with a human scorpion, a robot and a pig decked out in webbed red and blue, a graceful, hooded spider-girl who slipped between these three like a lethal dancer - and a (slightly pudgy-waisted) spider-man that moved so much like New York’s beloved Peter Parker that a hundred conspiracy theories popped up on social media in the same number of seconds.

And with them, a gangly-footed young Spider-Man (spider-child?) in what looked like store bought gear and high-tops.

New York saw. New York waited. And New York hoped.

Then the next night, downtown, a black-and-red suited form leapt out of the sky, accompanied by a laugh of sheer exhilaration.

It was not the same laugh, not the same form. This new Spider-Man had a the fresh-faced air of youth, and swung with the eager excitement of a first flight. There was something in the slight edge of mingled fear and exhilaration in those close-called movements that spoke of one yet untrained.

But it was enough - there, that slight red-black form was a new generation.

People screamed, first out of shock then out of delight. It did not erase Peter Parker from their hearts - Peter Parker was their first Spider-man, and there was none that could replace him - but Spider-man was back.

So even when New York warped again, worse this time, a hundred times worse than the last - people did their jobs. Helped those more in need to get to safety, protected those who could not protect themselves.

It was what Peter Parker would have done, Spider-Man or not.

And when new Spider-Man climbed out of the hole that was apparently once a secret inter-dimensional laboratory - people began to cheer.

Then Spider-man leapt into the sky and the thwip of web-shooters sounded again - and people cheered louder; a wave of joy that exploded outwards from an epicentre, like the force-wave from the exploding lab just minutes previous.

This Spider-Man sounded different, yes - an immature tilt to his voice that suggested he wasn’t quite done becoming an adult yet - but he was Spider-man.

And he loved New York, as was plain to see.

New York saw this, and, collectively, decided he was theirs, too.

This was Spider-Man. And New York would love him and protect him with all its heart - even more so, for his predecessor.

>When MJ got home from the function, she sat down in the dark living room - she didn’t quite want to face the empty bedroom yet, as she did every night she returned and found the apartment empty - and thought.

She thought of the waiter.

The more she remembered, the more she was quite sure that he hadn’t been a waiter at all - that awkward, dorky movement of the shoulders, the slight slouch and scratch at the back of his neck - that was her Peter, through and through.

But he had sounded so much older. And so much more tired, and sorry, and grieving.

Then the phone rang, and MJ picked up.

It was May, with instructions to turn on the TV; and with other news to tell, besides.

And MJ began to smile.

>Henry took a day off work for the first time in almost ten years to be present at the birth of his grandson.

He was beautiful - had Henry’s late wife’s nose, which their daughter also shared.

“Have you thought of a name?” the nurse said, through the beeping of the instruments and the quiet, happy tears of Henry and his daughter.

“Go on, dad,” his daughter said. “You always had a flair for bad poetry.”

Henry laughed, breath hitching. “That I did.”

He looked at the form in the nurse’s hand, then back at the beautiful baby boy in his daughter’s arms.

Then through the newly-opened hospital drapes and out the window - where the tell-tale silver of webs still hung. Spider-Man must have swung past barely an hour previous.

“Um,” he said, swallowing against a bout of fresh tears. “I’m sure this has been a popular choice these past few weeks, but I thought- I’ve always thought Peter was a good name.”

The nurse smiled at him. She didn’t mention the dozens of newly-born Peters all across the city. This was this family’s joy.

“I like it,” Henry’s daughter smiled.

“Hello, Peter,” Henry said, leaning over her daughter’s bedside. “Welcome to the world.”

Outside, there was a flash of sable and crimson, into the azure sky.

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Thanks for reading, guys! I’ll be cross posting this to FFN, and links to that and my masterlist will be in replies below, since tumblr doesn’t like links now. <3

#into the spiderverse #spider-man into the spider-verse #peter parker #miles morales #spider-man #spiderman #mj watson #my post #fanfic #not sw #(that's not star wars if you're new to my blog!)

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marumaruhome · 6 years ago

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Hello! _(:з」∠)_ I’ve been really wanting to be part of the snail mail hobby, but there’s just been a few things stopping me. 1. Most of my pen pals are temporary and disappear like after a few short months :( 2. Some expect really cute/expensive things which I do not have the finances for and so they disappear too 3. Letters aren’t heartfelt and it’s just u know, not genuine, u get what I’m saying?? I won’t make the prettiest letters, I won’t have the nicest stuff to send, but I promise I’ll be a Friend who will look forward to ur mails and love them and write back genuinely and wholeheartedly 💖 So so so if u share the same sentiments as me and you would like to try penpalling as well please contact me!!! P.s I only accept genuine and Long term penpals!! 🍡

#penpal #snail mail #letters #mail #looking for pen pals

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cyjprojectarchive · 7 years ago

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Hi! I'm loving the idea of your got7 prompt game, and since you said you wanted more requests for Jinyoung I'd like to request 9 and 40 for him please? I was thinking about a scenario where the reader is close friends with the boys and her and Jinyoung are lowkey crushing on each other, and he accidentally walks in on her changing or something? You can make it however you want to. I'd love for it to be a bit fluffy and suggestive, if you're comfortable with that. Thank you!

prompt: 9. “I’ll never be able to erase that image from my mind.” / 40. “Is that a new tattoo?”group: GOT7pairing: park jinyoung, yougenre: semi angst, fluff, suggestive !! words: 2903

heheh so this took an unexpected angsty turn;;;; buuuut i hope u still like it? i tried following your request as accurately as i can ^^, well, except for the added angst heheheh

Laughing at theboisterous welcome you are currently receiving, Bambam rushes towards you withan alarming tackle. You stumbled backward but Yugyeom is there to the rescue,immediately catching your small frame—compared to his—against his chest. Thetwo boys chuckled at your clumsiness as you groan playfully, feeling ratherbullied in the situation.

“Maknaes, getoff! You don’t want me dying after not seeing me for so long!” You protested,nudging your elbows onto what seemed to be Yugyeom’s shoulder and Bambam’sstomach. Accepting defeat, they let you go and take a good look at your figure.You can’t believe you’re seeing them after six months, here in Japannonetheless. This time, the two boys enveloped you in a safe and heartfelt hugand you eased yourself into them, nostalgic memories passing by your head.

Your eyes caughta pair of dark brown orbs from a close distance, and you waved your hand tosignal your presence. Yugyeom and Bambam understood the cue and released you,calling after their hyungs to announce your arrival as well. You waited untilMark was standing right in front of you, grinning at your sweaty form. He wasn’tany different either, seeing as they had just finished their last concert inJapan roughly twenty minutes ago.

“Are you going tohug me or not?” You asked, feigning impatience. Mark chuckled as he snakes hisarm around your shoulders, rubbing his knuckle against your cheek. “Nah, I’mtoo cool for that,” he commented, grabbing the hand you’re trying to swat himaway with.

“Sure you are,”you scoffed, but enjoyed his embrace either way. Mark led you to the dressingroom, asking how your vacation in Japan had been like and, of course, how theconcert was to your liking. You answered him cheerfully, retelling some choicemoments the minute you arrived in the country a week ago, saving your lastdestination for your friends’ concert before returning back to Seoul.

As he opened thedoor, you are immediately greeted by a loud and excited Jackson whose hug waseven tighter than the two youngest members combined. You choked a breath outand that’s when Jaebum slides in, patting the top of your head as his own formof saying “I missed you.” Pinching his cheeks, you told him how much you’vebeen wanting to do that and he only replied with a tight lipped smile. Youheard someone snicker behind you, and you see Youngjae holding some snacks inhis hands as he beams at your presence.

Kissing his cheeksweetly, the other boys—specifically the maknaes and Jackson—whined at yourspecial treatment towards the Choi boy, but you shrugged them off. You askedYoungjae how the concert was for them, and he begins his excited chatter, theother members joining in. It took you a while to realize someone missing fromthe gang, and you open your mouth to speak until he appears inside the room,eyes abruptly locking with one another.

You can’t believeyou’re still harboring feelings for Jinyoung—it’s been so long since you’veseen him in person and yet the taste of his lips and the electrifyingsensations of his touches continue to haunt you in your dreams.

Shaking your head, you lift your hand upwardand give him a slight wave, smiling politely. He returned the shy smile,walking to the concessions table to grab a bottled water. You frowned, he didn’tseem to be enthused about you being here unlike the others. A feeling of dreadstarted creeping up to your stomach, and the more you saw Jinyoung minding hisown business, the more uncomfortable you felt having to listen to your friendsconverse about the night.

You tried to rackyour brain for any excuse to leave the room for a bit—you needed to feel thebreeze of natural air hitting your senses again. The suffocation from the crowdin the concert might have impaired your ability to rationalize a certainsomeone’s apathetic actions towards you, so you decide on asking for someone’sunused shirt, knowing how sticky you have been feeling anyway.

Jaebum called oneof the assistants and a few moments later, you were handed a pink oversizedshirt with GOT7’s logo on it—it was the shirt they were all wearing, and yousurmised this was a backup one judging from the size. You asked for an emptyroom to change into, and the woman shared the directions to the bathroom locatedjust a few steps away.

Standing up, youdidn’t even realize Jinyoung had left—somewhere, you don’t know. You sighed asyou leave the room, watching your footsteps take you to a cream colored door.

Placing the shirtneatly to the side, you sprinkle water onto your face to freshen up,immediately feeling the cooling sensation emerging into your skin. You tucked afew loose strands around your ear as you wait for your face to dry beforeremoving the shirt you’re currently wearing, confident in the fact that no onewas going to enter the restroom. Everyone seemed to be inside dressing rooms—orany room in general—and besides, you were going to be quick with it.

Noticing theredness underneath your bra, your fingers graze over it as you feel the letterstattooed on your delicate skin. You looked at the mirror, focusing on the words‘more than this’ in neat handwritingpermanently etched on your person. You got it not long ago, maybe over twoweeks, after breaking up with what you think is the third guy you triedseriously dating within the span of half a year.

Yes, you hadadmitted to yourself that missing Jinyoung made you reckless, lonely, and inneed of another man’s touch again. He had left you wanting and craving forsomeone to hold you in their arms, kiss you in all the right places and justmake you theirs.

This was, ofcourse, a toxic way of staying in relationships—and the worst part is, it isn’tJinyoung’s fault. The times you two became intimate with each other, it wasalways to your initiative. You don’t even know if he ever liked you that way,your drunken state every time deluded your mind into thinking he did, and thathe still does.

The moment youlast saw them in their dorm, celebrating another successful comeback and thepreparation for their tour, you tried straightening your relationship out withhim.

First say you’resorry, then ask if any of your touches meant something more than confusedlonging. You weren’t able to, though, as you chickened out, the impendingreality of not seeing them again—not seeing Jinyoung again—for more than amonth struck you hard and deep. You thought that if you never bring up thoseheated instances between the two of you, you’d forget; he’d forget and move onfrom it, focus on his blooming career—which you believe he has.

You, on the otherhand, clearly never moved on. And you cursed yourself for bringing this uponyour existence, wasting the friendship you had formed with the man before yourfeelings got in the way. He had always been your closest friend out of themall, having known each other since you were an intern for the company, and himdebuting as a duo. At first you thought your heart would soar for Jaebum, butJinyoung was a whole other story which you decided to read even further.

And this is whatyou get for rushing the ending.

A tear threatenedto escape your eyes, and you swipe it away almost too roughly. Sniffling toyourself, you start unfolding the shirt in your hands, ready to shimmy your wayinto it as soon as you hear the door slam open.

Jinyoung stoppedwhen the door closes behind him, mouth wide open and lips slightly parted. Youquickly mask your chest are with the now crumpled shirt, turning your heel toface the intruder, cheeks burning red. The both of you stood there for a goodfew minutes, staring at each other with the same intensity yet with differentintentions. You wanted to cry, wanted to scream and tell him to get out, butagain: it isn’t Jinyoung’s fault. It has never been his fault, and you had tostop blaming him for your unrequited feelings towards him.

“I—I’m sorry, Ishould—I should go,” he started stammering, ready to open the door for him touse as an exit. “No, please. Stay,” you choked out, the tears brimming yourstinging eyes. “I’m sorry,” you retort, forgetting to hide your upper body withthe shirt as it drops on the floor, your hands now finding themselves buryingyour face.

You heardfootsteps approaching you swiftly, and see Jinyoung through the cracks of yourfingers picking up the shirt from the ground and setting it on the counter. You’rebacked up against the sink, elbows shielding your form the best it can, butJinyoung’s hands gently pry them away. “Is this okay?” He asked, and it makesyou want to cry even more hearing his voice directed at you; unlike at theconcert where he addressed so many other girls surrounding you. Right now, itwas just you, and him and the embarrassment filling your stomach.

Nodding your headsheepishly, you allowed your arms to drop to your sides, head dipping down toavoid his gaze. Jinyoung’s hand lifted your chin up, making you unable toescape his pleading eyes. He wiped salty droplets cascading down your flushedcheeks, even kissing some of them away. To this, you turned your headaggressively, shaking in your place. “Jinyoung,” you whispered sternly, voicebeginning to break. You knew you were going against your desires for refusinghis touch on you, but it was too late to be asking for it now.

“I want this,” hetold you, voice as soft as the moment you realized you liked him more than whathe offered. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he added, making you look at himwith the desperation in his voice.

“You don’t knowwhat you want, Jinyoung,” you objected, fighting the urge to kiss him already,tell him you’re relieved he’s been waiting for you, tell him he’s never leftyour mind ever since.

“I do,” saidJinyoung, firmly. “I want you and I need to know if you feel the same. It’s beena while, I know, but don’t tell me I’m not the only one thinking about us everynight.”

Suddenly, you don’tmind being half naked anymore; don’t mind exposing yourself to the man youthought you had hurt for the past six months for using him like you did,blaming him for the inconsistencies of your relationships, begging him in yourmind to wait for you to get better. Until you deserved him, until you’veforgiven yourself and asked for his own forgiveness towards you.

“You’re not hurt?About me hooking up with other guys after you left?” You asked him shyly as hishand cradles the side of your face. Automatically, you leaned into his touch,eyes fluttering shut by his gentle caress.

“I was moreworried than hurt. You never told me about any of the people you dated, and Igot scared thinking you didn’t want me involved in your life anymore. That I’vedone something so terribly wrong for you not to trust me anymore,” Jinyoungexplained, and he was wrong—he is wrong. For thinking that way, you wanted tosay, you assuming he made things worse for the two of you. But you let himspeak, let him retell his side of the story so that you know, you finally knowwhat he really feels.

“That day we lastsaw each other… I’ll never be able to erase that image in my mind—your image.Lips smiling, but never reaching your eyes. Hand waving to us, but never in theexcited way you always did before. We barely talked throughout the night, andthat’s when I had a feeling I lost you,” Jinyoung was now clearing his throatto prevent the tears choking up his voice, and you have your arms wrappedaround his neck and your lips crashing down on his. You’re happy, you haven’tbeen this inexplicably happy since the moment you last kissed him. This time,the taste of whiskey on your tongue is not present; this time, it’s just you,and Jinyoung, and the passion escaping your heart.

Jinyoung tookthis as an invitation to grab onto your waist and sit you on the counter, yourlegs hugging his own torso for a steadier support. His tongue easily slipped inyour mouth and you accept him with no hesitation, hands exploring their waythrough his wavy black locks, gripping, releasing every time his lips delveddeeper into yours. A feverish moan escapes your mouth the second you part onlyto intake oxygen, but Jinyoung made sure you were heard as his tongue travelsdown your neck, sucking on a spot he had felt you whimpering for the most.

While his swollenlips roam on your exposed skin, his fingers trace the surface of your stomach.You sucked in a breath, pleasure engulfing your senses with the slightestconnection from his touch. Your lips kept whispering his name in erraticintervals, breaths unable to sync with his from the intense need to have skinjust touching skin.

Widening yourlegs, he pushes his body forward, the heat of your center feeling his hardenedone and you squirm breathlessly, hands loosening their grip from the mess ofhis hair due to the sudden increase of pleasure. His tongue stopped at the dipof your breasts, the bra the only fabric preventing him from going downfurther. He continued to lick upward, biting on each curve of your bosom whichsends currents pulsating through your veins. His movements came to a stop ashis fingers find the ink on your skin and you join his curiosity, opening youreyes to look at his wandering eyes, lips forming in a small smile.

“Is that a newtattoo?” He whispered gently, thumb feeling each up and down stroke of thecursive letters tainting the smooth canvas of your chest. You nodded,mesmerized at his marveling. He mouthed the words, “more than this,” looking atyou as if asking for your approval on the phrase.

You let out asoft giggle, muttering a small yes to him. “I started making bad decisions whenyou left, Jinyoung, letting anybody just use me for their pleasure,” youadmitted, taking his free hand to intertwine with yours. “I don’t know whatforced me to get out of the toxicity I built around myself, but I did, and Idecided to commemorate the decision by having the words I kept repeating tomyself during those times tattooed on me.”

Jinyoung didn’trespond, but you didn’t need him to. His eyes showed his genuine worry and carefor you, as his lips come down on the ink and kiss each word with delicately,making you swoon at his actions. He didn’t ask you to take the fabric ofclothing off, instead, he told you you’re enough the way you are, and youdeserved so much better than the things you have received over the past coupleof months. You told me you don’t deserve him and Jinyoung shakes his head.

“I’m going tomake myself worthy of you,” he promised, taking both of your hands in his as hekissed your knuckles one by one. “For every guy that made you feel like youweren’t enough, I’ll be there. You don’t have to accept me because I know you’restrong enough, but if it hasn’t been obvious that my feelings never changed—“

“Idiot, you’remaking me all emotional,” you cut him off, punching his chest with your handsstill trapped in his playfully. Jinyoung chuckled, “The mood was set and youruined it.”

“I’m just tryingnot to get us caught in here any time soon,” you quipped, raising your eyebrowsas your head chucks at the direction of the shirt on the counter. “They’veprobably wondered what happened to us.”

“You’re right.They did say they wanted to eat outside tonight too, so we better get going,”Jinyoung agreed, finally letting you go as you hop off the counter. You swiftlyput on the shirt which stopped to your thighs. You felt Jinyoung looking atyou, so you whip your head towards him only to receive another longing kiss.You didn’t deny him as you returned the kiss with much fervor, his handsecuring itself around your waist.

You stayedkissing for what seemed like five minutes, breaths heaving by the time you partlips. Jinyoung was smiling at you with the crinkles on his eyes showing, andyour heart couldn’t believe it was all dedicated for you.

“Want to skipdinner and go straight to our hotel?” Jinyoung asked, giving you feather lightkisses on each side of your lips. Smiling, you answered, “I have to check outof mine tomorrow at 10.”

“Then I’ll wakeyou up before 10.”

“Are you implyingI stay over at your hotel room?”

“I don’t thinkyou’ll want to leave tonight, anyway.”

He was right.

#got7 imagines #park jinyoung imagines #got7 scenarios #park jinyoung scenarios #g7hyungnet #emjae fics #hah wow i actually liked how this turned out??? oh??? jfhkjf #gray

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BETTER & BETTER....

😠 THIS JUST GETS BETTER & BETTER DOESN'T IT?😠

And for THIS, we gave our LIVES????

Ahhh... the MOONIVERSE 😂 😂 😂

Don't cha jus LUV IT ?? I SMELL Something here.........

MONEY 💸 MONEY 💸 MONEY 💸

KNOW THEM BY THEIR FRUITS 🍇

THE 🍎 DOESN'T FALL FAR FROM THE TREE 🌳

The THINGS People do for MONEY 💸💸💸💸 are the ROOT of ALL EVIL

ACTION speaks LOUDER than WORDS 🙈🙉🙊

😉 LEARN FROM YOUR PARENTS 😉

K€£¥ T€£¥€£A EXPOSES SCHANKER DECEPTION

"Phillip’s letter is a continuation of his continuous actions to deceive and COVER UP the actual TRUTH. IN 2009, in December, Patricia Lorentzen met with him privately to share her shock in discovering that BEN was SEXUALLY INVOLVED with IN JIN MOON - Daughter of Self-Proclaimed Lord of the Second Advent Sun Myung Moon. (Not in 2012, as he states in this letter.) RATHER than keep her report confidential, HE CHOSE to inform IN JIN and BEN that she had told him this, ostensibly to find out whether there was truth in it. Reportedly, THEY DENIED IT …but immediately SENT a GOON SQUAD (Ben and Bill Miho) to EJECT Patricia and her two SONS (PENNILESS and in a FOREIGN COUNTRY) from the BARE New Yorker bedroom Ben had arranged for her…a BARE MATTRESS on the floor for a MOTHER and TWO SONS, NO sheets, NO blankets

PHILLIP, as HEAD of the BLESSING Department and Vice President of the church, not only did NOT follow proper procedure in protecting the wronged spouse, he actively 😒 COLLUDED and CONSPIRED😒 to COVER UP the vicious treatment of Patricia. He PRETENDS, in this letter, to believe the marriage was already over. In fact, he KNEW that BEN had FALLEN previously WITH 😘7 OTHER WOMEN😘 during the course of the Blessing, that Patricia’s motivation was protecting 😬In Jin’s REPUTATION😱, family and situation. He also knows that Patricia was LEGALLY married to Ben at the time of this “VISIT.”

PHILLIP sought to create a 😨FALSE set of DOCUMENTATION😵 alleging that the marriage was over BEFORE the visit, by CRAFTING a letter characterizing Ben as a “FORMER husband” RATHER than existing spouse, and also, by INSISTING she RELEASE HSA from CULPABILITY 💸💸💸💸 (because as a church official and active participant, HE HIMSELF would be LIABLE.)

Here is the text of the letter which Patricia REFUSED to sign as it would be PERJURY🍁:

I, Patricia Brunet (Lorentzen), residing at ___________________________, France, hereby acknowledge RECEIPT from the Holy Spirit Association for the Unification of World Christianity (“HSA-UWC”) of the SUM of $7,000 as REIMBURSEMENT for expenses incurred by me in relation to an attempted meeting in New York with my "FORMER" husband - LIE, Ben Lorentzen, in December 2009.

I understand that this payment is NOT an acknowledgement of 🍁WRONGDOING by HSA-UWC🍁.

This payment is accepted as a FULL and 🍁FINAL settlement of any and all CLAIMS that I may have against HSA-UWC🍁. Dated ___________________

_____________________________ Patricia Brunet

PHILLIP SCHANKER PRESSED Patricia to SIGN, and when she told him it was 😠NOT FACTUAL😠, that they were indeed STILL married, he sent the document to France to have church officials there PRESSURE her from THEIR side.

This was NEVER an attempt to “embrace” or help Patricia. PHILLIP SCHANKER continued to 👿LIE, COVER UP👿, and even now, PRETENDS he had NO knowledge of the 👿ADULTEROUS BEHAVIOR of these two, and of IN JIN with ALISTAIR👿, when in fact, IT WAS REPORTED to HIM THROUGH MULTIPLE SOURCES over a SEVERAL-YEAR period.👹

👽HE also ALLOWED IN JIN to CONTROL INFORMATION, to DOMINATE and CENSOR any public discussion👽, to send her actual husband (who she supposedly knew to be himself an adulterer and an out of control drug addict, a person of rage and violence and bullying behavior) to be in close CONTACT and regular “guidance” to the large numbers of youth she SOUGHT to bring into her ORBIT.

He also participated in SMEAR campaigns against HER brother, HID THE TRUTH from her parents, and from ALL the blessed families.

As Blessed Family department director, 😜HE ALLOWED her to REWRITE the CONDITIONS, nature of PREPARATION, STANDARDS and DEFINITIONS of the BLESSING😜. He let genuine and practicing Blessing educators be 😝FIRED😝 for teaching the ORIGINAL standards of the Blessing…including during the time Father was directly insisting on his actual teachings to be given.

PHILLIP’S attempt to FRAME a COMEBACK as a type of reconciliation, unity or forgiveness is a BALD ATTEMPT for him to ☻RE-INGRATIATE HIMSELF ☻ with those he believes capable of REWARDING him with a SALARY 💸💸💸💸 and a POSITION of respect. He has NOT taken a stand of conscience…he is NOT standing on the actual original word or desire of God for pure and unfallen lineage to be established as the unchangeable standard.

God’s word, and God’s standard, is NOT to be trifled with. To speak DISHONESTLY, in the name of God, is a fearful, FEARFUL thing.

K€£¥"

Jan 1st, 2016

MORE YOU MIGHT LIKE

Members Show Anger Toward Ben: Michael & Maria Kiely Reply to Ben Lorentzen

"Dear BEN,

Maria and I feel we need to respond to this letter because of the deep sense of BETRAYAL and HURT that many, perhaps most, of us feel over what has happened. Your letter and In Jin Nim’s written and verbal communications have only DEEPENED that HURT.

We do value the substantial contribution that you have made to Lovin’ Life. Your music was heartfelt and beautiful. We also value the new life that In Jin Nim infused into the American church and the excitement of many second gen who had, until a few years ago, distanced themselves from the church. There was much that was positive and healing about In Jin Nim’s ministry. She has indeed touched our lives.

Nonetheless, as Hyung Jin Nim said to us at the Manhattan Center recently, we need to recognize that “SIN is SIN.” In addition to the deep pain your relationship has reportedly caused True Parents, all the wonderful good that you have done among us has been seriously compromised by the clear DIFFERENCE between what In Jin Nim REPRESENTED TO US in her sermons and other communications and what SHE ACTUALLY DID in her personal life over the past year or so. She CALLED on US to live by a MUCH MORE principled standard THAN she herself was apparently prepared to live by.

🍁ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS🍁

🌺PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH🌺

Please try to understand how PAINFUL the revelation of this INCONSISTENCY has proved to be for our whole community. And please try to understand how much it HURTS to see our CHILDREN — in whom we have invested many tears and for whom In Jin Nim had recently given us reason to hope — DISTANCE themselves AGAIN from the church BECAUSE of your SIN.

😠 CAN U SPELL "HYPOCRISY" ?😠

How can we all heal? If either or both of you had repented for the harm you have done, that could have contributed to healing.

UNFORTUNATELY, in your communications you have BOTH sought to JUSTIFY your UNPRINCIPLED position instead. You have both RUBBED SALT in the wounds of our community by emphasizing how happy you are in this relationship that has devastated our community.

Both of YOU 🐞ACCUSE🐞 your blessed SPOUSES of being ABUSIVE (HOW CONVENIENT😉), appear to ACCEPT NO responsibility whatsoever in your public communications for the FAILURES in those relationships. We cringe at the example this sets for our young people, most of whom face challenges in their own blessed relationships. WHAT a CONTRAST to In Jin Nim’s inspiring message of July 1 of this year to the 8000 couples on their 30th anniversary in which she encouraged couples on their path of creating an “I-deal family.”

In retrospect, does In Jin Nim now GAG on those words — and on the many others she uttered with APPARENT sincerity from the national pulpit at the Manhattan Center?

Ben, it would have been better if neither of you had written these slap-in-the-face letters publicly seeking to JUSTIFY your unprincipled, unjustifiable position. They caused us all — and surely True Parents — additional PAIN. Maria and I would have remained silent if you had not written these letters; we have no heart to accuse or judge you because you are our brother and True Sister whom we love and pray for. But your public stance attempting to justify this sin festers these wounds and thus demands a public response." 😠

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dixiechikdigger · 8 years ago

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BETTER & BETTER. ...

😠 THIS JUST GETS BETTER & BETTER DOESN'T IT?😠 And for THIS, we gave our LIVES???? Ahhh... the MOONIVERSE 😂 😂 😂 Don't cha jus LUV IT ?? I SMELL Something here......... MONEY 💸 MONEY 💸 MONEY 💸 KNOW THEM BY THEIR FRUITS 🍇 THE 🍎 DOESN'T FALL FAR FROM THE TREE 🌳 The THINGS People do for MONEY 💸💸💸💸 are the ROOT of ALL EVIL ACTION speaks LOUDER than WORDS 🙈🙉🙊 😉 LEARN FROM YOUR PARENTS 😉 K€£¥ T€£¥€£A EXPOSES SCHANKER DECEPTION "Phillip’s letter is a continuation of his continuous actions to deceive and COVER UP the actual TRUTH. IN 2009, in December, Patricia Lorentzen met with him privately to share her shock in discovering that BEN was SEXUALLY INVOLVED with IN JIN MOON - Daughter of Self-Proclaimed Lord of the Second Advent Sun Myung Moon. (Not in 2012, as he states in this letter.) RATHER than keep her report confidential, HE CHOSE to inform IN JIN and BEN that she had told him this, ostensibly to find out whether there was truth in it. Reportedly, THEY DENIED IT …but immediately SENT a GOON SQUAD (Ben and Bill Miho) to EJECT Patricia and her two SONS (PENNILESS and in a FOREIGN COUNTRY) from the BARE New Yorker bedroom Ben had arranged for her…a BARE MATTRESS on the floor for a MOTHER and TWO SONS, NO sheets, NO blankets PHILLIP, as HEAD of the BLESSING Department and Vice President of the church, not only did NOT follow proper procedure in protecting the wronged spouse, he actively 😒 COLLUDED and CONSPIRED😒 to COVER UP the vicious treatment of Patricia. He PRETENDS, in this letter, to believe the marriage was already over. In fact, he KNEW that BEN had FALLEN previously WITH 😘7 OTHER WOMEN😘 during the course of the Blessing, that Patricia’s motivation was protecting 😬In Jin’s REPUTATION😱, family and situation. He also knows that Patricia was LEGALLY married to Ben at the time of this “VISIT.” PHILLIP sought to create a 😨FALSE set of DOCUMENTATION😵 alleging that the marriage was over BEFORE the visit, by CRAFTING a letter characterizing Ben as a “FORMER husband” RATHER than existing spouse, and also, by INSISTING she RELEASE HSA from CULPABILITY 💸💸💸💸 (because as a church official and active participant, HE HIMSELF would be LIABLE.) Here is the text of the letter which Patricia REFUSED to sign as it would be PERJURY🍁: I, Patricia Brunet (Lorentzen), residing at ___________________________, France, hereby acknowledge RECEIPT from the Holy Spirit Association for the Unification of World Christianity (“HSA-UWC”) of the SUM of $7,000 as REIMBURSEMENT for expenses incurred by me in relation to an attempted meeting in New York with my "FORMER" husband - LIE, Ben Lorentzen, in December 2009. I understand that this payment is NOT an acknowledgement of 🍁WRONGDOING by HSA-UWC🍁. This payment is accepted as a FULL and 🍁FINAL settlement of any and all CLAIMS that I may have against HSA-UWC🍁. Dated ___________________ _____________________________ Patricia Brunet PHILLIP SCHANKER PRESSED Patricia to SIGN, and when she told him it was 😠NOT FACTUAL😠, that they were indeed STILL married, he sent the document to France to have church officials there PRESSURE her from THEIR side. This was NEVER an attempt to “embrace” or help Patricia. PHILLIP SCHANKER continued to 👿LIE, COVER UP👿, and even now, PRETENDS he had NO knowledge of the 👿ADULTEROUS BEHAVIOR of these two, and of IN JIN with ALISTAIR👿, when in fact, IT WAS REPORTED to HIM THROUGH MULTIPLE SOURCES over a SEVERAL-YEAR period.👹 👽HE also ALLOWED IN JIN to CONTROL INFORMATION, to DOMINATE and CENSOR any public discussion👽, to send her actual husband (who she supposedly knew to be himself an adulterer and an out of control drug addict, a person of rage and violence and bullying behavior) to be in close CONTACT and regular “guidance” to the large numbers of youth she SOUGHT to bring into her ORBIT. He also participated in SMEAR campaigns against HER brother, HID THE TRUTH from her parents, and from ALL the blessed families. As Blessed Family department director, 😜HE ALLOWED her to REWRITE the CONDITIONS, nature of PREPARATION, STANDARDS and DEFINITIONS of the BLESSING😜. He let genuine and practicing Blessing educators be 😝FIRED😝 for teaching the ORIGINAL standards of the Blessing…including during the time Father was directly insisting on his actual teachings to be given. PHILLIP’S attempt to FRAME a COMEBACK as a type of reconciliation, unity or forgiveness is a BALD ATTEMPT for him to ☻RE-INGRATIATE HIMSELF ☻ with those he believes capable of REWARDING him with a SALARY 💸💸💸💸 and a POSITION of respect. He has NOT taken a stand of conscience…he is NOT standing on the actual original word or desire of God for pure and unfallen lineage to be established as the unchangeable standard. God’s word, and God’s standard, is NOT to be trifled with. To speak DISHONESTLY, in the name of God, is a fearful, FEARFUL thing. K€£¥" Jan 1st, 2016 MORE YOU MIGHT LIKE Members Show Anger Toward Ben: Michael & Maria Kiely Reply to Ben Lorentzen "Dear BEN, Maria and I feel we need to respond to this letter because of the deep sense of BETRAYAL and HURT that many, perhaps most, of us feel over what has happened. Your letter and In Jin Nim’s written and verbal communications have only DEEPENED that HURT. We do value the substantial contribution that you have made to Lovin’ Life. Your music was heartfelt and beautiful. We also value the new life that In Jin Nim infused into the American church and the excitement of many second gen who had, until a few years ago, distanced themselves from the church. There was much that was positive and healing about In Jin Nim’s ministry. She has indeed touched our lives. Nonetheless, as Hyung Jin Nim said to us at the Manhattan Center recently, we need to recognize that “SIN is SIN.” In addition to the deep pain your relationship has reportedly caused True Parents, all the wonderful good that you have done among us has been seriously compromised by the clear DIFFERENCE between what In Jin Nim REPRESENTED TO US in her sermons and other communications and what SHE ACTUALLY DID in her personal life over the past year or so. She CALLED on US to live by a MUCH MORE principled standard THAN she herself was apparently prepared to live by. 🍁ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS🍁 🌺PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH🌺 Please try to understand how PAINFUL the revelation of this INCONSISTENCY has proved to be for our whole community. And please try to understand how much it HURTS to see our CHILDREN — in whom we have invested many tears and for whom In Jin Nim had recently given us reason to hope — DISTANCE themselves AGAIN from the church BECAUSE of your SIN. 😠 CAN U SPELL "HYPOCRISY" ?😠 How can we all heal? If either or both of you had repented for the harm you have done, that could have contributed to healing. UNFORTUNATELY, in your communications you have BOTH sought to JUSTIFY your UNPRINCIPLED position instead. You have both RUBBED SALT in the wounds of our community by emphasizing how happy you are in this relationship that has devastated our community. Both of YOU 🐞ACCUSE🐞 your blessed SPOUSES of being ABUSIVE (HOW CONVENIENT😉), appear to ACCEPT NO responsibility whatsoever in your public communications for the FAILURES in those relationships. We cringe at the example this sets for our young people, most of whom face challenges in their own blessed relationships. WHAT a CONTRAST to In Jin Nim’s inspiring message of July 1 of this year to the 8000 couples on their 30th anniversary in which she encouraged couples on their path of creating an “I-deal family.” In retrospect, does In Jin Nim now GAG on those words — and on the many others she uttered with APPARENT sincerity from the national pulpit at the Manhattan Center? Ben, it would have been better if neither of you had written these slap-in-the-face letters publicly seeking to JUSTIFY your unprincipled, unjustifiable position. They caused us all — and surely True Parents — additional PAIN. Maria and I would have remained silent if you had not written these letters; we have no heart to accuse or judge you because you are our brother and True Sister whom we love and pray for. But your public stance attempting to justify this sin festers these wounds and thus demands a public response." 😠

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