#rev hale

[2-faded-memory-2]

reverend hale from beverly whos special interest is witchcraft and whos books are weighted with authority. guys. guys reverend hale

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jack Jenkins at RNS:

(RNS) — A diverse group of Christians is throwing support behind Vice President Kamala Harris’ White House bid, organizing fundraisers and Zoom calls in hopes of helping catapult the Democrat to victory in November — and, they say, reclaiming their faith from Republicans in the process. Their efforts come on the heels of similar campaigns aimed at specific constituency groups, such as the recent “White Dudes for Harris” Zoom call that featured celebrities and grabbed headlines. John Pavlovitz, a liberal-leaning Christian author and activist, was on that call when he hatched the idea for a Christian-centric version and texted his friend Malynda Hale, a singer, actress and fellow activist. “We had a conversation about how, specifically on the Democratic side of the political spectrum, you don’t hear a lot of people talking about their faith,” Hale told Religion News Service in an interview. “We wanted people to know that there are progressive Christians, there are Christians on the Democratic, left-leaning side, so that they didn’t feel alone.”

The result was Christians for Kamala, a part-fundraiser, part-virtual roundtable livestreamed event on Monday (Aug. 12). Featured speakers cited their faith as they praised liberal policies and personally endorsed Harris — who recently entered the presidential race after President Joe Biden bowed out — and her running mate, Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz. Over the course of the nearly three-hour event, the group raised more than $150,000 for the Harris campaign, a number that has climbed to just shy of $200,000 in the days since. “It’s been really difficult to keep up with the flood of comments and connections that have been coming in,” said Pavlovitz, who said the only formal help he received from the Harris campaign was in setting up a donation system for fundraising. A number of Christian groups — including evangelicals, a constituency key to former President Donald Trump’s base — have assembled similar calls in the lead up to next week’s Democratic National Convention in Chicago. Most have had little to no assistance from the official Harris-Walz campaign, which, barely a month old, has yet to announced a dedicated faith outreach director. The emerging grassroots coalition vies not only to bolster Harris but also to push back on what organizers say is a false assumption that to be Christian is to be a Republican — or a supporter of former President Donald Trump.

[...] That diversity was on display during the Christians for Kamala call, which included a mix of faith leaders such as the Rev. Jacqui Lewis, of Middle Collegiate Church in New York City, and the Rev. Lennox Yearwood Jr., head of the nonprofit Hip Hop Caucus; activists like environmentalist Bill McKibben and LGBTQ+ rights advocate Charlotte Clymer; commentators such as CNN’s Van Jones; and politicians, including New Jersey Sen. Cory Booker and Texas State Rep. James Talarico. The speakers linked their support for specific policies, such as working to blunt the impacts of climate change or passing immigration reform, to their faith and Christian Scripture. Some rebuked conservative Christianity’s ties to the GOP, calling it a form of Christian nationalism. “My faith in Jesus leads me to reject Christian nationalism and commit myself to the project of a multiracial, multicultural democracy where we can all freely love God and fully love our neighbors,” said Talarico, a Presbyterian Church (USA) seminarian who has been vocal in his condemnation of Christian nationalism in his state. “That same faith leads me to support Vice President Harris to be the next president of the United States.”

Although a member of a mainline denomination, Talarico was also a speaker on a separate “Evangelicals for Harris” Zoom call assembled on Wednesday evening. Organized by Faith Voters, a 501(c)4 organization, the effort was geared toward conservative Christians who have disproportionately sided with Trump. The call struck a different tone than Christians for Kamala: some speakers noted they had never endorsed a candidate before, and at least one pastor suggested he was risking friendships and relationships with his congregation by participating.

[...] The calls add to a slate of organizing efforts launched in recent days aimed at specific religious groups. Nearly 500 faith leaders have signed on to a letter endorsing Harris, a “Latter-day Saints for Harris” call was convened last week and multiple separate calls have been organized for Jewish Americans — including one on Thursday that targeted Jewish women and featured singer Barbra Streisand. A separate “Catholics for Kamala” call, facilitated in part by the Harris campaign, was also slated for this week but organizers rescheduled it until after the Democratic National Convention, citing scheduling conflicts. According to Pavlovitz, his group is already partnering with others, such as Catholics for Kamala, Christian Democrats of America and Vote Common Good. What form their collaborations take remains to be seen, but Pavlovitz said he is hopeful for whatever comes next.

Christians fed up with the religious right’s monopolization of what it means to be a Christian rallied to support Kamala Harris on multiple recent calls, such as Christians For Harris and Evangelicals For Harris. Christians need to vote for the REAL Christian in the race, and that’s Harris (and not antichrist Trump). #HarrisWalz2024

[louisironson]

once again i’m in a play and making my connections with my other interests guy who’s in a play rn voice and all. but ur crazy if you don’t think hawkeye pierce would fuck with the crucible

[yr-martyr]

Happy death day to me

[800milesisadrive]

Going through and sunsetting my accounts, may end up keeping this one online since it's the closest thing to an actual archive of my time online as Rev Hale.

Tumblr is owned by a billionaire with an authoritarian ego, but at least it's not the one actively dismantling democracy?

I've been posting less and less as Hale. The climate around NSFW communities has rotted so deeply. Too much of my immoral fantasy has been turned into real weaponized regressive policy.

I wish I could share the specifics as to why I'm shutting shit down now, but for personal safety reasons, maintaining a horny alt is a very very bad idea.

Pursuing public legal action against this administration is unfortunately very risky. I've taken great effort to firewall this account against the rest of my professional and "IRL" identity, but I'm likely going to have active efforts to discredit me and people I love over the next year.

I stand behind mine and everyone's right to be stupid horny online... but I'm making the decision to forgoe this to fight for the legal existence and safety of those I love.

If you're actually reading this, thank you for tolerating my soapbox posting. If we've chatted over the years, I'm sorry I can't take the time to properly say goodbye to everyone.

Stay safe. Protect yourself. Stand up and fight for the right to be horny, queer, kinky or just weird. I highly recommend following the Electronic Frontier Foundation and American Civil Liberties Union.

See everyone on the other side, and hope someday in the future I can resume this kind of creation without fear of it being weaponized against my loved ones.

- Rev. Hale

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Inspired by @kajaono's post the other day about Victoria Hamilton, JLM and Austen adaptations, have a list of the actors that have been in at least 2 Austen adaptations:

Hat trickers:

Victoria Hamilton played Henrietta Musgrove in Persuasion (1995), Julia Bertram in Mansfield Park (1999), and Mrs. Foster in Pride and Prejudice (1995)

Johnny Lee Miller played one of Fanny's brothers in Mansfield Park (1983), Edmund Bertram in Mansfield Park (1999), and Mr. Knightley in Emma (2009).

Doubles:

Joanna David played Elinor Dashwood in Sense and Sensibility 1972; she also played Mrs. Gardiner in Pride and Prejudice (1995)

Samantha Bond played Maria Bertram in Mansfield Park (1983); she later on played Mrs. Weston in Emma (ITV, 1996)

Bernard Hepton played Sir Thomas Bertram in Mansfield Park (1983); he later on played Mr. Woodhouse in Emma (ITV, 1996)

Sylvestra Latouzel played Fanny Price in Mansfield Park (1983); she later on played Mrs. Allen in Northanger Abbey (2007)

Nicholas Farrell played Edmund Bertram in Mansfield Park (1983); he later on played Mr. Musgrove in Persuasion (2007)

Irene Richard played Charlotte Lucas in Pride and Prejudice (1980); she then played Elinor Dashwood in Sense and Sensibility (1981)

Robert Hardy played General Tilney in Northanger Abbey (1987); he later on played Sir John Middleton in Sense and Sensibility (1995)

Sophie Thompson played Mary Musgrove in Persuasion (1995), and then the following year she played Miss Bates in Emma (Miramax, 1996)

Kate Beckinsale played Emma Woodhouse in Emma (1996); later on she played Lady Susan in Love and Friendship (2016)

Blake Ritson played Edmund Bertram in Mansfield Park (2007) and later on Mr. Elton in Emma (2009)

Jemma Redgrave played Lady Bertram in Mansfield Park (2007); she later on played Mrs. DeCourcy in Love and Friendship (2016)

Lucy Robinson played Mrs. Hurst in Pride and Prejudice (1995); the following year she played Mrs. Elton in Emma (ITV, 1996)

Carey Mulligan played Kitty Bennet in Pride & Prejudice (2005) and then Isabella Thorpe in Northanger Abbey (2007)

Lucy Briers played Mary Bennet in Pride and Prejudice (1995); she also played a minor role as Mrs. Reynolds in Emma (2020)

If we include Austen-adjacent pieces:

Hat tricks:

Hugh Bonneville played Mr. Rushworth in Mansfield Park (1999) and later on played Rev. Brook Bridges in Miss Austen Regrets (2007) and then Mr. Bennet in Lost in Austen (2008)

Doubles:

Olivia Williams played Jane Fairfax in Emma (ITV, 1996); she later on played Jane Austen in Miss Austen Regrets (2007)

Also, Greta Scacchi played Mrs. Weston in Emma (Miramax, 1996) and went on to play Cassandra Austen in Miss Austen Regrets (2007)

Guy Henry played John Knightley in Emma (ITV, 1996), and later on played Mr. Collins in Lost in Austen (2008)

Christina Cole played Caroline Bingley in Lost in Austen (2008) and then Mrs. Elton in Emma (2009)

Anna Maxwell Martin played Cassandra Austen in Becoming Jane (2009), and then went on to play Elizabeth Bennet in Death Comes to Pemberley (2014)

JJ Feild played Mr. Tilney in Northanger Abbey (2007) and later on played Mr. Nobley in Austenland (2014)

If we include radiodramas/radioplays:

Hat tricks:

Blake Ritson gets it as he played Colonel Brandon in the 2010 S&S radio drama

Doubles:

Amanda Root played Anne Elliot in Persuasion (1995); she also played Fanny Price in the 1997 radio drama for Mansfield Park

Felicity Jones also played Fanny in the 2003 radio drama for Mansfield Park, and later on played Catherine Morland in Northanger Abbey (2007)

Robert Glenister played Captain Harville in Persuasion (1995); he also played Edmund Bertram in the 1997 radio drama for Mansfield Park

Amanda Hale played Mary Musgrove in Persuasion (2007) and later on Elinor Dashwood in the 2010 radio drama for Sense and Sensibility.

David Bamber played Mr. Collins in Pride and Prejudice (1995); he later on played Mr. Elton in the 2000 radio drama for Emma

Robert Bathurst played Mr. Knightley in the same adaptation of Emma; later on he played Mr. Weston in Emma (2009)

Also in that adaptation, Tom Hollander played Frank Churchill; he later on played Mr. Collins in Pride & Prejudice (2005)

Juliet Stevenson played Anne Elliot in the 1986 radio drama for Persuasion; later on she played Mrs. Elton in Emma (Miramax, 1996)

And I'm very likely still forgetting someone.

[sourmiguel]

Never On a Sunday by writworm42 (wc35211, mature)

Summary: Stiles is just your average single suburban dad, doing average single suburban dad things while he raises his 6-year-old twins. Things like work, BBQ, deliberately annoying the head of the neighbourhood PTA committee, and pretending to be a Christian in order to get in the pants of a certain local pastor. Hey, it's not /his/ fault that Rev Hale's as hot as sin.

I am obsessed with the awkwardness of Stiles in church, and then the awkwardness of Derek flirting. This is so cute.

[lboogie1906]

Ruth Inge Hardison (February 3, 1914 – March 23, 2016) was a sculptor, artist, and photographer, known for her busts entitled “Negro Giants in History”. Her collection called “Our Folks”, which features sculpted portraits of everyday people is of note. Her artistic productions surround historical African American portraiture, and she was interested in representing the unspoken voices of the African American past. She was the only woman in the Black Academy of Arts and Letters.

She was born in Portsmouth, Virginia, her family moved to Brooklyn. She acted in the Broadway Productions of “Sweet River” and “Country Wife”. She began sculpting as a hobby. When she took part in the year-long “What a Life” production, she created a sculpture of its cast, which was displayed at the Mansfield Theatre. She studied Music and Creative Writing at Vassar College. She studied at the Art Students League of New York and Tennessee State University.

Her works began as clay, wax, or plaster molds, and were cast into cast stone or bronze. Her first bust in that series was of Harriet Tubman, which measured eight inches in height; she has created busts of W. E. B. Du Bois, Paul Robeson, George Washington Carver, Frederick Douglass, Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Sojourner Truth, and Mary McLeod Bethune, among others. Her bronze Douglass bust, for example, was unveiled at Princeton’s Firestone Library. Other public works include a 7-foot abstract figure called “Jubilee” which stands on the campus of Medgar Evers College, a series of 18 children on an outdoor wall of I.S.74 in Hunts Point in the Bronx, and a five-foot mother and child given to Mount Sinai Hospital to express her gratitude for their help in delivering her only child. She created a series of Ingenious Americans, little-known African American inventors, and other notables commissioned and sold by Old Taylor Whiskey. The series of nine busts included Benjamin Banneker, Charles Richard Drew, Matthew Henson, Frederick McKinley Jones, Lewis Latimer, Garrett Morgan, Norbert Rillieux, Dr. Daniel Hale Williams, and Granville Woods. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[xsmoke-and-mirrorsx]

"What am I supposed to call you?"

(Emily)

"Mmmmmm....." The low gravely hum came and vibrated in his chest and throat while revving slowly into a seductive chuckle. He took a long, slow, deep in hale and blew a steady stream of smoke from his lips. Watching it take form as it made shape into a heart that perfectly framed her face.

"Well, baby....some call me sir~" he states, "Some call me Daddy~ others call me C.E.O...

But for you, baby doll? Just call me, Valentino ~"

[bullet-prooflove]

A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

New characters were added to the ask list this week:

Brock Renyolds (SEAL Team)

Sonny Quinn (SEAL Team)

Trent Sawyer (SEAL Team)

Eric Blackburn (SEAL TEAM)

David Hale (SOA)

Aaron Thorsen (The Rookie)

New Fics:

Chicago Med:

Fraught - Companion piece to The Fight Before Christmas and Should Have - Sam makes a decision regarding your relationship.

Sapphires - You and Mitch share a moment the night before your wedding.

Chicago PD:

Crossing The Line - Companion piece to  Ghosts - You and Antonio cross the line.

Criminal Minds:

Rough - Luke needs something special after a bad day.

FBI:

Marilyn - OA supports you in the aftermath of a UC mission.

FBI International:

Waiting - Scott hates waiting especially when it comes to something so important.

FBI Most Wanted:

Not About You - Companion piece to Interruptions (NSFW), Million Reasons, & Got You - There's only one way to get Remy out of his head.

Fire Country:

Space - You give Manny some space when his ex wife comes to town.

Haven:

Worse - An encounter with the Rev triggers you and your Trouble. (Dwight Hendrickson x Reader)

Law & Order:

Otto - Cyrus falls in love during the dog fighting case.

Come Back To Bed - Nick tries to coax you back to bed. (Nick Baxter x Reader)

The Musketeers:

A Cottage In Nice - Treville disappears after he is dismissed by the king.

Silk (NSFW) - You bring aerial silks into the bedroom with Porthos.

Narcos:

Marry Me - You can never give Horacio the answer he wants.

NCIS:

Where Evil Grew - Nick has to tell you the bad news about your sister.

Commander Ray - Alden won't admit he's jealous.

NCIS LA:

3 Times Sabatino Thought About Proposing and the 1 Time He Did - Part Four: Cake - Nina helps Nik propose.

NCIS New Orleans:

Atlanta - Companion piece to Just Another Sunny Day In Georgia & Dance With Me - You show Dwayne what happened in Atlanta.

Sugar Boots - Chris has a special nickname for you.

The Rookie:

Every Rose Has It’s Thorsen: Aaron realises he needs to come clean about his past.

The Rookie Feds:

The Devil I Know - Companion piece to Estelle - You make a choice regarding your relationship with Brendon.

SEAL Team:

Three Months - The few days before deployment are always the worst. (Trent Sawyer X Reader)

Buried Socks: Ceberus has a unique way of showing how much he misses you. (Brock Reynolds x Reader)

Shitty Little Bar - People always get the wrong idea about Sonny.

Sugar & Spice - Sonny likes a bit of sugar and a bit of spice.

Soundtrack - Your entire relationship with Sonny has a soundtrack. (Sonny's Infinite Playlist)

Angel With A Shotgun - Sonny has a problem with the shotgun you keep under the bar. (Sonny's Infinite Playlist)

Something In Your Mouth (NSFW) - Sonny recalls the last time you went down on him. (Sonny's Infinite Playlist)

Freckles (NSFW) - Brian loves it when you kiss his freckles.

See It (NSFW) - Eric wants you to see exactly how he feels.

SOA:

Graffiti - It starts with a graffitied dick on the outside of Jax Teller's house. (David Hale x Reader)

Smoke - You and Chibs share a joint on the loading dock.

SWAT:

Chose You - Sachez makes a choice about your relationship.

Top Gun Maverick:

Messy - Companion piece to Broken Buttons - Beau discovers the truth about what happened that night.

The Only Man - Companion piece to Duty & Communication & Germany (NSFW) - Beau returns home from Germany.

Will Trent:

Trying!Series Part Three: Thirty Days - Your plans to start a family with Will are put on hold when he goes undercover as Bill Black.

[fuckin-sick-bih]

Jessie's Sick Day

Fandom: Original Fiction Summary: A cold begins hitting Jessie at work, so he heads home to wait for his mate to get off work to come home and take care of him. CW: mess!! stuffy talk, cold sneezes, nose ring play? idk, accidental inducing, caretaking, fluff Word Count: 3,010 words MINORS DNI Author Note: bonus! 2 posts in 1 day lol i've been sitting on this one a WHILE but hey i actually do mean it this time with the mess warning like... i took out some lines while editing because i got anxious someone would see my mess warning and go "oh usually Bex isn't too bad!" and then go "oh fuck nope this is too much"

Ever since he’d woken up this morning, Jessie had felt just a little… off, like something wasn’t quite right. By the time his lunch break at work rolled around, he realized he really wasn’t hungry. He choked down his sandwich and baby carrots before dropping back resolutely into the receptionist’s desk chair. 

Jessie scrolled through what else he had to do today with his elbows on the desk and his chin resting on his hand. 

Every day for work, Jessie flipped his nose ring up into his nose to look more professional and then flipped it back down when he left for the day. It was simple and easy. Except sometimes it tickled his sensitive nose. 

“Ihh-kish! Kitch!” He assumed that’s all it was when he sneezed at first. But then came the runny nose. Worry began to creep into Jessie’s mind as he started to sniffle. He only ever got a runny nose when he was sick. “Shit…” He swore softly and carefully rubbed at his nose with a finger. 

He exhaled slowly and felt his eyes start to water as the tickle reignited with no trouble whatsoever. “Ihhiihh-! Iihksh! Kishew!” He sniffled against the wetness threatening to come out of his nose like a river. 

“Bless you,” Crystal, his coworker, said haphazardly as she tossed a box of tissues at him. They bounced off his shoulder and onto the floor. He pressed his finger to his nose and bent to grab the box before sitting back up. 

Jessie pointedly sniffled as he took out some tissues and pressed them to his face to blow and wipe. “Ugh. Thanks, sorry. Feeling kind of off… maybe I should go home before this gets worse. I don’t wanna infect you or anyone who comes in to get their teeth cleaned.”

Crystal raised her brows when Jessie said he was feeling off and gestured to the door. “Go on. Get. If you’re sick, get at least ten feet far away from me, Caddel.” She demanded and kicked his bag out from underneath the desk on her side over towards him, sliding across the floor. 

A dull pain starts in his head as Jessie bends to pick up his bag with a sniff. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going, germaphobe.” He teased and sniffled as loudly as he could just to be irritating.

“Ugh, gross!” Crystal whined and threw a wadded-up sticky note at him as he left the office. 

The bitter wind whipped through Jessie’s scrubs and coat, making him shiver and sniff thickly as his nose tried to run more. “Fuck s’cold-” He swore as he trembled, fumbling with his keys to get into his shitty Forester. The engine hummed to life finally, and he shakily made sure the heat was on full blast, revving the engine a few times like Hale had shown him. 

“Iihkshew! Kish! Iiihksh!” 

Jessie sneezed into his cupped hands and groaned, rubbing at his nose for a moment, which just moved his hidden septum piercing. It sparked the tickle back up again, and Jessie hitched all over again, “Ihhih-! Ih! Eh? IckShew! Iiishew!” 

Again, his sneezes caught into steepled hands, and Jessie groaned at the mess he could feel all over them. He quickly fumbled in his center console for some tissues, wiping off his hands and face with a liquid sniffle. He got out his phone next to send his boyfriend a quick text. 

Coming home early. Bring home Gatorade plz. Ily <3 – Jes

He threw the SUV into drive and sniffled as he pulled onto the roadway. The drive home was uneventful, save for some more sneezes that seemed to leave him increasingly congested. Overall, he felt relatively okay, just tired, a little foggy, sneezy, and congested. 

When he got home, he tossed his keys into the bowl by the door and finally sat to take his boots off. He felt exhausted. He managed to get his coat and boots off before dragging himself to the couch, dropping down face-first into it with a groan. 

He sniffled and scrunched his nose, nostrils twitching before- “IikSHH! Ugh! Fuck me!” His grumpy shout was muffled by the cushions before he turned his head to rub his palm against his nose. “Mmf…” 

Hale… He wanted his boyfriend. With a grunt of effort, Jessie reached back into his pocket to fish out his phone and checked the time and his messages. There were no messages, and it was still five hours before Hale was set to get home. A soft little whine left him as he tried to wiggle back onto the couch, pressing his back up against the seat so it might feel like someone was holding him. 

For a moment, Jessie fumbled to grab a blanket off the back of the couch and managed to pull down the dark blue one. He breathed a sigh of relief as he gave a small shiver. Getting a fire started sounded like way too much work, and their damn cabin was heated by a wood stove. Usually, Hale was around to do it, and while Jessie could, he didn’t have the energy right now. He just wanted a nap. 

Once the blanket was all situated, Jessie barely blinked his eyes closed, and he was fast asleep, curled up under the thick blue blanket. Eventually, his head was tucked under the blanket to stay warm as the cabin grew colder when the sun set.

Jessie was startled awake with a yelp when the door opened and closed, blinking blearily as he peeked from his blanket cocoon at the intruder. “Hale?”

“Hey, sickie… just me…” Hale whispered softly, fumbling with his snow-covered boots before hurrying over to Jessie with his coat still on. What Jessie wouldn’t give to smell Hale’s sweet scent of fig, leather, and tobacco, but when he tried, all he got was a gurgling sniff. “Jesus, pup, you take anything yet?” Hale whispered after that sniff.

“D’no…” Jessie moaned, cringing as he heard his voice and whimpering again. “Just wanted you.” His nostrils twitched slightly, red and chapped as his nose had been running in his sleep. “Ihh-! H-Hale… godda- IiihkSHh!” He pitched forward into his hands to keep from spraying mess all over his poor boyfriend. Instead, it clung to his hands, and he kept them pinned to his face. “Oh, by god- that’s so gross… I’b so sorry.” 

Hale chuckled softly and ruffled Jessie’s hair before standing to move from the couch and grabbing Jessie one of the many boxes of tissues they kept around the house. What with Hale’s allergies and Jessie’s immune system, they went through more than their fair share of boxes. “Gross? You’re the one who is into this kinda stuff; don’t think I forgot.” He teased, tone soft and loving. 

“Iihpkshew! Ugh, it’s hotter when it’s you sdeezi’g.” Jessie pouts and cleans his face and hands up before slowly sitting up. The shift in position only makes his congestion shift, too. He’s quickly pressing more tissues to his face as he- “Isshew! Iksh! Hiish! EiiksHEW! Ngh…” He groans and gives his nose a tentative blow before looking up at his boyfriend pitifully. 

Finally, Hale seemed to be shedding his coat and then gently ran his fingers through Jessie’s hair. “Bless you… hey.” He looked at him with a slight frown. “Something’s not right here,” he said thoughtfully, frowning at his boyfriend as he realized something was different. “Hang on, where’s your nose ring? Did you sneeze it off? Is that possible?”

A surprised, congested laugh left Jessie, and he shook his head some. “D’no, oh sweetheart, d’no. I flip it up for work, rebe’ber? I guess I forgot to flip it dowd sidce I left early today…” He reached up to try to flip the jewelry back down but only seemed to instantly irritate his sensitive nose. 

“Iiihksh! Eikshew! Huh- eh-! Fuck…” Jessie sniffled and tried again, slower but with similar results. “Kishew! IkISHEW! What the fuck.. I cad’t get it.” He pouts, red and glistening nostrils flaring and twitching still. 

Hale nudged Jessie to get him to scoot back on the couch and straddled the more petite man. With Hale in his lap like this, Jessie couldn’t help but rest his hands on Hale’s impossibly muscular thighs. Fucking Christ, how did he ever get so lucky? he wondered to himself. 

“Hold still.” 

“What?” Jessie asked, blinking blearily up at his boyfriend, who was gently tipping his head back to look into his nose. “Hale, what the fucgk-“ 

“Just hold still, you big baby,” Hale said softly and carefully used his pinky to ever so gently fish Jessie’s nose ring down in one swift motion. 

The move still sparked the worst tickle Jessie had ever felt; his eyes watered, and he immediately pitched forward into Hale’s chest with unrestrained sneezes, “HihhISH! IisHEW! IishKEw! EhhkSH! EhhtkshEW! ISHHEW! Oh, by fucki’g god…” This time, a thick, gurgling sniffle came from Jessie, and he whimpered when he realized he’d sneezed all over Hale’s work shirt. A wet patch was left where Jessie had lost all control. “Shit. Hale, I ab so sorry. I’ll wash it. I probise.” He apologized quickly.

But Hale was just smiling down at him with a soft expression on his face. “You don’t have to do shit, Jes. You’re sick. Relax.” He said and flicked Jessie’s mess-covered nose ring playfully with the tip of his finger before pressing some tissues into Jessie’s hands.

“IiihkISH!” Jessie sneezed into the tissues after that flick and blew his nose gently. The sound of it was wet and satisfying. “Ass.” He teased Hale and sniffled just a bit. “Are you home for the weeke’d?” Some of the congestion had abated, and there was a note of hopefulness to his voice as he asked, knowing that sometimes Hale got called in for a weekend shift or two. If Jessie had it his way, Hale would stay wrapped up with him in all of their blankets, watching movies all weekend while they had tea and soup and hot, steamy showers. 

Hale nodded and grunted as he scooted back off the couch, his ranger uniform apparently not particularly comfortable for cuddling in. “I am, but let me go get changed first.” He stretched his arms up over his head with a groan. “I’m beat, and you need your Gatorade, sickie.” 

“Aw, you remembered?” Jessie cooed and rubbed at his nose, starting to wiggle out of his blanket a bit more, which caused him to shiver. 

With the blankets now down around his waist, Hale could see Jessie had gotten home and crashed on the couch. He was still in scrubs from the dentist’s office, not altogether bad for napping in. “I did. C’mon. You can have a few sips, then come get changed with me. Won’t that be nice? Get nice and comfy and in bed? I’ll even bring you soup.” 

Another gurgling sniffle came from Jessie as he took his boyfriend’s offered-up hand to stand up, his head swimming a little for the first few seconds upon standing. “Mmf- as lo’g as you start the fire add warm this place up I dod’t care where I lay dowd.” He admits before another more violent sneeze wracked his frame. “KISh-uh! Ugh, fuck, that ode hurt…” Thankfully, Jessie had managed to stifle, but now his nose was running again.

“Bless you, sickie,” Hale whispered. “For that sneeze and all the ones I’ve missed.” He added as he brought Jessie to the Gatorade, letting him sip it some before Hale just scooped up his boyfriend to carry him over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs. 

A somewhat undignified and startled noise escaped Jessie as he was picked up by his boyfriend. “Just because you have the snf! snfff! muscle to do this does dot mean you have to!” He laughed a little and swatted Hale’s ass as he was taken upstairs, only to be gently laid down on the bed. Usually, Hale would toss him, but not when Jessie was sick. It was sweet, and it warmed Jessie, who had often been too busy taking care of his siblings all his life to really get a minute to look after himself. 

Something like a barking laugh escaped Hale and then quieted as he began taking off Jessie’s work clothes for him. “Why not? If I got the muscle, I might as well use it to take care of my poor, adorable, sick boyfriend.” He teased and tossed Jessie’s work shirt into the hamper before leaning down to kiss over his chest, even giving a little nip. His lips linger a moment to trace the scars just below his pectorals with delicate flesh. Then he tugged his pants off, swapping them for extra soft sleep pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt. 

Then Hale changed too, out of his mess-soaked work shirt and mud, snow-soaked pants and into his usual boxers and t-shirt. Bastard always runs so warm, Jessie thought fondly as he watched Hale lovingly. As good as Hale looked in his Ranger uniform, Jessie definitely preferred him like this… relaxed and comfortable and with so much exposed skin that Jessie just wanted to sink his teeth into.

“Jes?” 

Hale’s voice suddenly broke through the hazy daydream he’d been having, and Jessie looked up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. “Hmm?” The soft hum only irritates Jessie’s already sensitive sinuses, and his eyes water, squinting while his nostrils flare just before he throws an arm over his face. “IikisshHUE! Huh… ugh, sorry, babe.” 

There was a concerned look on the taller man’s face as he reached forward to cup Jessie’s cheek and jaw. “Bless you, puppy. Let me go get the fire started and bring you some soup. You get comfy in bed and just wait for me here.” He urged the slightly smaller of the two, gently pushing his boyfriend back towards the headboard.

It didn’t exactly take much to convince Jessie, who quickly slipped under the blankets while the wind outside their cabin howled. It wasn’t a drafty cabin by any means. Hale ensured that, but temperatures outside still made the ones inside plummet if there wasn’t some kind of heat source. Even the hairs on Hale’s body were starting to stand on end. “Go on, h-hhhandsome. I’ll behave.” 

Without another word, Hale pressed a soft kiss to Jessie’s forehead and padded downstairs. His bare feet were quiet on their old, worn wooden floorboards. It was a good twenty to twenty-five minutes before Hale returned with soup as the cabin began warming up. “I brought chicken dumpling. It was all we had in cans, and I figured you just wanted to eat and get back to sleep. Not wait ten years for me to try and make soup.” His voice was light and teasing, but they both knew Hale wasn’t fast in the kitchen. The silver wolf had once taken a kitchen job, and Jessie remembered what utter hell that had been.

Some old vices had risen to the surface uncomfortably quick with how stressed Hale had gotten, and they’d both agreed that line of work just wasn’t for him. Cooking at home when he had the time to do so was just much safer for everyone involved. 

Now though? As the other wolf brought a tray to him in bed, Jessie could practically see his tail wagging at a job well done of caring for his mate. “C’mere…” Jessie whined softly, making grabby hands at his boyfriend, who agreeably leaned closer so he could press their lips together. 

Hale let out a soft, appreciative hum at the kiss and melted right into it. Though he did still keep it short, “You’re gonna get me sick, pup.” He warned softly and kissed the very tip of Jessie’s nose, igniting a tickle in the irritated pink appendage. 

“T-thought you didn’t get siihh sick…” That tickle turned into a persistent buzz. Usually, Jessie wasn’t quite so sensitive, but his nose was always overly sensitive when he got colds. “H-Hih-Hale… I’m gonna…” They were still face to face, and suddenly Jessie felt a warm, callused hand grab his chin to tilt his face up as Hale straightened up.

A quiet but deep chuckle left the blonde, “You gotta ask if you want a tissue, puppy.”

Another dizzyingly sharp inhale sucked in through Jessie’s lips and nose as he hitched, “C-Can I hhiih… have a tiiiIKSHiew! Oh- Ixxkshhuh! HiiiIKSHiew!” Warm mess sprayed against Hale’s wrist and arm, leaving Jessie mortified as he tried to snuffle back the mess on his upper lip.

“Bless you,” Hale whispered and snatched a tissue from the box on the bedside table to bring it to Jessie’s face, gently swiping away the mess. It made Jessie’s pink and sensitive nostrils twitch, but he gave his nose a rough rub once Hale backed off to try and squash the tickle trying to resurface so soon. “Thagks…” Even so embarrassed, he leans into Hale’s touches. 

“Welcome,” Hale murmurs in response before kissing Jessie’s hairline softly. “And good boy asking for your tissue.”

Warmth flooded Jessie’s chest, and he smiled at the praise and closed his eyes to relish in it. That’s when a warm arm snakes around him and pulls him down into the bed. A congested little gasp slips from Jessie as he’s pressed to Hale’s warm chest, and a shiver rattles him from head to toe. “Holy shit, you’re like a god dabd furdace…”

A little snort of amusement left Hale, making some strands of Jessie’s hair dance as the warm gust of air tickled him. “Perks of being me, s’pose.” He mumbles and then pauses to yawn wide, giving Jessie a little squeeze as he does. Then he tugs the sheets and blankets up over them both. “Get some rest, sweetpup. I gotcha.”

The promise was one Hale made often, and Jessie needed to hear more than anything. He was safe, home, and his boyfriend was holding him close. Even if he felt like shit, they’d get through this. They always did, and they always would.

[seelaa26]

Chapter 2. Burn

"This world threw me away. This world never gave me a chance. This world's gonna have to pay. I don't believe in your institutions. I'm like the cancer in your system"

Some mornings in Charming felt like the calm before the storm. The garage was already alive with the familiar sounds of engines revving and metal tools clinking. The doors were wide open, the California sun creeping in to warm the cold concrete. Chibs was under a truck humming something that sounded like “Highway to Hell,” and Juice was cursing at the garage’s old desktop. Just another Tuesday.

I was in the office, sitting behind the desk, surrounded by invoices, bills, and grease-stained receipts. A soft knock on the doorframe made me look up. Half-Sack. He looked sweaty, nervous, and slightly confused, which meant it was probably something simple.

-Clay wants you at the clubhouse. 

-Now?

-Yeah, said to tell you to ‘stop playing secretary and get your ass inside.’ His words, not mine,” -he added quickly.

I rolled my eyes, stood up, and grabbed my kutte from the back of the chair. He nodded, then lingered at the door until I gave him a look that clearly meant go away. He did.

When I stepped into the clubhouse, the air was heavy with cigarette smoke. When I stepped into the Chapel, everyone was already seated. Clay dropped a thick leather folder on the table. He opened it and pulled out a stack of brown envelopes.

-Morning kids. Deal with the Niners has officially closed -he started handing out the envelopes one by one- Spoke to Laroy and he is giddy about his new assault rifles. 

Once everyone had their envelopes in hand, Clay didn’t sit back and relax. He wasn’t smiling. He let the silence settle for a beat before clearing his throat.

-All right, now comes the shit -he said- Hale's got himself a search warrant for the warehouse and tat's not even the worst part. 

He turned his gaze to Tig. Tig shifted uncomfortably in his seat, he didn’t look up.

-Those two dead mexicans in the warehouse hall.. I was hitting 'em. 

-Jesus Christ.. -a few murmurs broke the tension. 

-Will Hale find your DNA inside both corpses? -Jax asked. 

Tig hesitated for a second, then he nodded. 

-You did time, ya shithead -Chibs snapped- You are in the DNA database. What were you thinking, brother? 

-I was thinking about getting my dick sucked twice -Tig shrugged, unapologetic. 

-Your DNA puts the gun factory at our doorstep -I said, my voice cold and precise- And then ATF takes up permanent residence inside Charming. You think about that while you were getting double service? 

-They were into it -Tig muttered defensively- They were around, hanging out. I didn't think..

-That's the goddamn problem -Clay cut in, loud and hard- You didn't think and now we've got two corpses rotting under a crime scene and your damn DNA probably soaking through both. We need to talk to Unser. See if there’s a way to get in before they do. Pull those bodies, clean the site, make sure it stays off the feds’ radar.

-I talked to my contact down at the city hall and Lodi forensic team will be here first thing in the morning -Juice added. 

-Only one thing is gonna stop that Lodi forensics team from getting to our warehouse.. and that's another murder in Lodi -Clay muttered- We find ourselves a scumbag. 

There was a heavy silence and then Jax spoke. He hadn’t said a word since calling out Tig earlier. But now, his voice cut through the room with that calm, dangerous edge only he could pull off.

-What if I could do this without spilling blood? -Jax continued- All we need for a murder are bodies and a crime scene. Skeeter, he's always got more gambling debts than he can handle. I'll make it worth his while. 

-The cemetery guy? -Bobby laughed. 

-Cash for cadavers.

Clay leaned back in his chair, thinking. I watched them both. Clay, the old-school warhorse, ready to spill blood without blinking and Jax, trying to steer the club in a direction that didn’t always end in bullets and body bags. Clay stared at Jax for a long second, then gave a reluctant nod.

The moment the gavel hit the table, everyone started to file out of the Chapel, tension still clinging to the air like smoke. I stayed seated for a few seconds longer, running a hand down my face, trying to breathe. As I stood up and pushed my chair back, Jax stepped into the doorway, leaning against the frame with that crooked smirk of his.

-You were looking at Tig like you wanted to blow his balls off.

-Was it that obvious? -I tilted my head. 

-You had that look. The one that usually comes right before someone gets punched.

He laughed, a low, honest chuckle that I hadn’t heard in days. The kind that made everything feel a little lighter.

-You heading to the hospital? -he asked. 

-Yeah, I'm meeting Gemma there. 

-Give Abel a kiss for me, will you? 

-Of course -my voice softened. 

He nodded, then stepped aside so I could pass. Our shoulders brushed slightly, nothing intentional, but enough to remind me we weren’t just club. We were something else. Something not fully spoken yet.

✗✗✗

I stopped at a red light near the edge of town, the engine rumbling softly beneath me. Then I heard it, a car rolling up slow beside me. I turned just enough to see the Charming PD cruiser pull up, window already down. Hale, of course. He had that straight posture, like he’d been trained by a rulebook and was too afraid to ever bend it. He looked over at me with that familiar mix of suspicion and smugness.

Once upon a time, Hale wasn’t just the guy behind the badge giving us shit. When everything went down, the thing that tore my life apart, the thing that led me to the club, he was there. He helped me through the paperwork, made calls I couldn’t handle, told me to keep my head up when it felt like everything was falling apart. And truth be told? I liked him. Not like that. But I respected him. He was clean, he believed in rules, and he treated me like a person when most men saw me as just another girl with a past. But then I joined SAMCRO. We ended up on opposite sides of a line. 

-Hey, Laura. 

-Deputy -I looked over, nodding once, neutral.

-Crazy morning, huh? A warehouse outside Lodi blew up. Big fire.

-Sounds like a tragedy. 

-Yeah -he paused for a beat- A tragedy with cartel-style execution, inside what used to be a gun-running facility.

-You don't say -I kept my face straight. Played the part.

-Unser's retiring. You know that, right? -I didn't reply- When he steps down, that badge comes to me. And I’m not Unser. I’m not gonna look the other way. 

The tension between us hung there, taut and unspoken. Then he softened, just a little. 

-You remember when you came to me for help? After what happened back then… you were wrecked. You didn’t know which way was up. I saw you crawl your way back, and I respected the hell out of that -I stayed silent- So here’s me, saying it one last time… maybe it’s not too late. Maybe you don’t have to go down with them.

I finally turned to face him, full-on now. No smirk. No jokes.

-I think you’re smarter than all of them put together. But you picked a side.

-I picked my family. 

-Then I hope they’re worth what it’s gonna cost you. 

And with that, I pulled away, leaving his words behind, but not really. They stuck. Like they always did.

✗✗✗

I parked the bike and made my way inside, the roar of the Harley replaced by sterile silence and squeaky sneakers on tile. I didn’t even make it halfway down the hall before I saw them. Gemma and Tara. They were standing outside the NICU. Tara had her arms crossed, a tension in her shoulders. Gemma, on the other hand, looked like she owned the goddamn hospital. Calm. Collected. Even proud.

-Hey -I said to both, nodding politely. 

-Hi, sweetheart -Gemma pulled me into a brief hug. 

Tara didn’t smile. I let it go. 

-How's Abel doing?

-He's better, a lucky kid -Tara was the one who answered- Both he and his mom escaped death on the same night. 

-Yeah, I heard about Wendy, very sad -Gemma faked sadness, clearly. 

-What happened to her? 

-Shot up heroin, she went into respiratory failure and nearly died -Tara glanced at Gemma, then looked at me again- It's not easy to get heroin when you're in a hospital bed. Guess someone gave her the loaded gun. 

-And I suppose you think that someone was me -Gemma raised her chin, unbothered. 

-When she wakes up, we'll see what she says -Tara didn't back down- I'm guessing she'll have a lot to explain. 

That’s when I stepped closer, voice louder than intended.

-No one forced Wendy to put a needle in her arm. Not before and not now.

Tara’s expression shifted, not surprised, just wary. Gemma stood quietly beside me, arms relaxed, but I could feel the tension buzzing off her.

-She's a junkie, that's the truth -I went on- If she dies, it's on her.

Tara stared at me for a second longer, then turned and walked away without another word. I watched her go, jaw tight.

I knew it was her. Gemma was the one who gave Wendy the heroin. I didn’t need proof. I just knew and I also knew it wouldn’t change a damn thing. She did it for Abel. Twisted, sure. Cruel, definitely. But Gemma Teller’s love always came with blood on it. 

The NICU was dim and quiet, the hum of machines filling the space like soft static. There he was. Tiny. Fragile. Fighting. My chest tightened. I’d seen a lot of shit in my life, but that? That was different. Gemma stood still for a moment, just looking at him. Then, without asking, she reached inside with the practiced confidence of someone who didn’t care about hospital protocol. She gently cradled him in her arms, her voice softening as she rocked him slightly. After a moment, Gemma glanced sideways at me, her tone light. Almost casual.

-How is Jax doing? 

I turned to look at her. 

-You’d know that better than me, you are his mother -I shrugged- He says he's fine, but you know how he is. Holds things in, especially when he's thinking too much. 

-He hasn't.. mentioned anything? Said something that felt off? -Gemma made a pause- Like maybe he's looking at things.. differently lately?

That was it. Disguised as motherly concern, but I knew what she was digging for. I watched her rock Abel like she wasn’t mining for intel, but she was. 

-I mean.. he's got a newborn son in an incubator, that kind of thing can shake a man -I answered- If Jax is changing, it's because he has to. 

She looked down at Abel a little longer, then spoke again, softer now, but sharper underneath.

-Jax listens to you. Ever since you arrived, you've been close -I didn't respond, she didn't need me to- Just.. don't make him forget what he's always known. 

-And what's that?

She gave me that familiar smile, gentle on the surface and razor underneath.

-How things are done. What keeps this family strong. 

Not a threat, a reminder. A warning dressed in silk. Then, almost like none of that had been said, she looked down at Abel and rocked him gently.

-You wanna hold him?

It caught me off guard. My eyes dropped to the baby in her arms, so small, so breakable, so much more real than anything we’d just said. I hesitated. 

-I don't..

-You won't drop him -her voice was soft, but sure- You're steadier than most. 

She carefully shifted the baby toward me, then I reached out and took him. He was warm, and light and terrifying.  looked down at him, and everything else faded for just a moment. 

-You're a natural -I glanced at her, but said nothing- You will be a mother someday.

My jaw tightened slightly. I kept my eyes on Abel. Then came the real line. 

-I see the way you look at him -I froze for half a second- You and Jax.. it's not nothing. 

-It's not anything either. 

-Not yet -she smiled- I've seen the way he looks at you too. If you want that don't waste time. 

-Since when are you pushing girls towards your son? -I frowned. 

-I'm not pushing.. I’m just saying… there aren’t many women I’d trust at his side. Even fewer I’d trust around this baby -she nodded toward Abel in my arms- But you? You don’t scare easy. That matters.

The weight of the child in my arms suddenly felt heavier. Like something had shifted, and now I was carrying more than just a baby. Gemma didn’t push further. I know her well enough to recognize the game she’s playing. Her weapon of choice has always been manipulation. But buried inside her words… there’s always a piece of something real. Affection. Loyalty. Twisted love.

✗✗✗

The cemetery was quiet, all dry grass and crooked headstones. Half-Sack, waist-deep in a hole, grunting and muttering as he dug. 

-Hate this shit -he complained- It's really bad karma, you know, digging up a grave, man. 

We all walked toward the grave. I looked at Half-Sack, then at the hole, then back at the guys.

-So, how much did this body-sized patch of dirt cost us? 

Chibs and Juice exchanged looks. Juice grinned. 

-Technically? Nothing. 

-Skeeter didn't want money -Chibs added- He wanted to get laid. 

-Of course he did -I raised an eyebrow. 

-He had his eye on one of the crow eaters. Problem was, she only agreed to sleep with Skeeter if Jax slept with her first -Juice chuckled.

I turned to look at Jax, who said nothing. Just stood there, arms crossed, like this whole thing was perfectly logical. I shook my head but I wasn't surprised, because that's who Jax Teller was. 

-You whored yourself out for a grave? -I asked, voice flat. 

No response but Juice gave a low whistle.

✗✗✗

The road stretched out ahead, long and empty, just the way we needed it. The sun was starting to dip, throwing orange light across the asphalt. I was riding in the passenger seat of the funeral coach, with Jax behind the wheel and Chibs in the back with the cargo. 

Behind us, Juice and Half-Sack followed in a beat-up old sedan we’d borrowed from the lot. We were trying to keep low, stick to back roads, avoid attention.. so of course, that’s when shit went sideways. Sirens blaring. 

-Shit, he spotted the smashed front end. 

Jax slowed the hearse and pulled onto the shoulder, gravel crunching under the tires. The cop car pulled in right behind us, headlights cutting through the dust. My heart pounded in my chest.

-If they run those plates, we're fucked -Chibs said. 

We all just sat there, still, waiting. I twisted in my seat. A loud slam rocked through the air behind us. Juice and Half-Sack had just rammed the patrol car with their borrowed sedan, not hard enough to injure, but just enough to be loud, dumb, and brilliant.

I saw them through the mirror, both of them jumping out, laughing their asses off. The cops jumped out, shouting. Juice yelled, sprinting down the road. Half-Sack was right behind him. Jax didn’t hesitate. He hit the gas. Hard. The hearse spun around in the dirt and tore back toward the chaos.

Chibs scrambled to the back and flung the rear doors open just as we sped up behind them. Juice was still laughing when he leapt in first, landing hard and rolling. Half-Sack followed. Chibs yanked the doors closed just as Jax swerved back onto the road, gravel spraying behind us. I looked out the back window, watching the cops disappear in the distance. 

✗✗✗

That night, the fire did what it always did, erased everything. By the time the flames died, so did the trail. No fingerprints. No DNA. No girls. Later, we were all back at the clubhouse, the tension had lifted. I stood near the garage doors, the night air brushing against my face. Or so I thought, that's when I saw Hale. He stepped out of his cruiser like he owned the ground beneath him. His jaw was tight. His eyes locked on me, just pure fury. 

-Unser's not retiring -his voice was tight, controlled- What did you do? What the fuck did you threaten him with?

-Maybe he's not ready for the gold watch yet -Clay stepped forward. 

Hale didn't leave, instead he took a step forward again, eyes locked on Clay, then on Jax. 

-I just came from the warehouse, there were two female bodies reported there and now they're gone. 

-They could've been napping -Jax shrugged.

Hale’s eyes flashed.

-You guys, cruising around here like heroes but you and I know the truth.. -he looked around at the others, then back at Clay- You're white trash thugs holding onto a dying dream. 

Clay stepped forward, just enough to make Hale instinctively square up.

-That's so poetic, Chief -he paused, tilted his head and grinned like a wolf- Oh! I'm sorry, I guess it's just Deputy Chief. 

Hale didn’t flinch, but you could see it in his eyes, Clay had hit something.

-You can throw your little titles around all day, son.. but as long as you’re standing under Unser’s shadow, you’re just another angry kid with a badge and a hard-on for control.

Hale’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak. He just turned and walked away, each step a little heavier than the last.

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

Confession:

My obsession with Svtfoe, I realize, is very all-encompassing. I can talk about any aspect of the show, even things I don’t tend to focus on, and have a very in depth conversation about. I’m so disgustingly educated in Svtfoe all around. I have a focus but I can talk about any aspect of the show with the same amount of depth and attention

But my obsession with The Crucible is not all-encompassing. Am I educated about it? Sure. But not to the same degree of Svtfoe. That’s because my focus is so honed in on Abigail Williams specifically and her relationship to the people around her and the story through her lens. We all love Rev. Hale but because he isn’t specifically tied with Abigail’s story I tend to give him more of a passing glance. John and Elizabeth Proctor, along with Rev. Parris, Betty Parris, Mercy Lewis, and Mary Warren are characters I also give a hard focus on and have a lot to say about because they’re also so tied to Abigail’s story.

Yes, a lot of my Svtfoe attention goes towards Toffee specifically and he’s my focus character for sure and is how I see the majority of things in the show, but not to the same degree that Abigail Williams is my focus character for The Crucible.

For example I love Toffee the most but could easily have a conversation about Tom Lucitor and how compelling he is and how he has the best character arc in the show. The Crucible? Talk to me about Giles Corey and I’m like “oh he’s great! I enjoy him! Certainly a character! How he dies sucks and is so unfair but he went out like a badass.” And that’s it.

It’s less of an “I love Svtfoe and The Crucible” and more of a “I love Svtfoe, Toffee is my favorite character, and I also love Abigail Williams from The Crucible.”

Going even further, my SVTFOE AU “The Septarsis Dragonfly AU” is a Toffee focused narrative that goes into the history of basically everything and goes deep into the Butterfly Family as well rather than just having a Toffee focus alone by itself. My Crucible rewrite “Salem’s Bond” is a rewrite completely from Abigail’s perspective, her and her alone. (Yes there’s added mythology/lore but she is still the driving focus character)

I don’t know, I just thought this was interesting. Figured I’d share how my two biggest media interests differ in that way.

[daily-tf2-medic]

Are there any unconventional Medic loadouts you like using? Or do you usually stick to meta?(Crossbow,medi gun, ubersaw)

I do use the cc/medigun/übersaw meta a lot of the time because I like winning, but I actually prefer the Solemn Vow to the Übersaw... functionally, at least. I use my Übersaw all the time because I unboxed an unusual one and I like flexing it.

Anyway, unconventional loadouts. My favorite right now is the stock Syringe Gun, Quick-Fix, and Solemn Vow.

Stock Syringe Gun is fun because it's a stupid weapon and nobody expects you to be good with it. My strange one has about 700 kills, and I think it would be funny if I got it to Hale's Own.

The Quick-Fix is fun especially if you have a Demo friend who can launch you across the entire map to get a melee kill on an unsuspecting Sniper.

And the Solemn Vow is great because since you can see enemy health, you can do stupid shit like charge at a revved up Heavy with your Syringe Gun out because you know he's at 30 health.

I don't endorse the Blutsauger btw. The only way you should play battle medic is with the dumbest loadout possible. God bless the Overdose/Vac combo as well.

[stsebastiens]

“We see them as a part of us,” said the Rev. Cynthia Hale, the founder and senior pastor of Ray of Hope Christian Church in Decatur, Ga. “They are oppressed people. We are oppressed people.”

“Our call for a cease-fire ought not be read as a call for the killing or terror of Jewish individuals and families,” said Mr. McBride, who took part in the meetings in Washington. “We’re against all of these wicked expressions of dehumanization and terror, wherever they show up.”

[lboogie1906]

Dr. Emma Ann Reynolds (August 3, 1862- January 11, 1917) was a teacher, who had a desire to address the health needs of her community. Refusing entrance to nurses’ training schools because of racism, she influenced the creation of Provident Hospital in Chicago and was one of its first four nursing graduates. She became a medical doctor serving at posts in Texas, Louisiana, and DC before settling in Ohio and completing her practice there.

She was born in Frankfort, Ohio to Sarah and William Reynolds. After completing her education at Wilberforce University she moved to Kansas City, Missouri, and taught school for seven years. She recognized the health needs of the African American community and attempted to enroll in nursing school in Chicago. She was refused entrance because she was African American. She and her brother, Rev. Louis H. Reynolds, pastor of St. Stephen’s African Methodist Episcopal Church approached Dr. Daniel Hale Williams. Williams had recognized the need for both trained nursing staff and hospital beds for African Americans, as well as employment opportunities for interns, physicians, and surgeons.

She enrolled and graduated in the first nursing class. She enrolled and graduated from Northwestern University Women’s Medical School, as the first African American to attend the school. She served as the supervisor of the Training School for Nurses before becoming the resident physician of Paul Quinn College. She moved to New Orleans, where she was active as a club member, serving as one of the officers of the state-colored Temperance Union and Afro-American Woman’s Club of New Orleans. She founded and organized the Visiting Nurses Association under the women’s club umbrella to furnish free nursing to the poor.

She was the head nurse at Howard University’s Freedman’s Hospital. She returned to Ohio to care for her ailing parents. She established a practice in Sulphur Lick, Ohio.

She was inducted into the Chillicothe-Ross County Women’s Hall of Fame and the Ohio Women’s Hall of Fame. She was recognized for her pioneering role during Women’s Month, by the House of Representatives. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence