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cordyce · 2 years ago

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BY YOUR HANDS ALONE

neteyam sully x gn!reader

notes: this is silly & overtly fluffy & all over the place if i am completely honest rn. neteyam is a little flustered & probably ooc. sorry :’)

"there you are."

"here i am," you mirror back instantly, hardly sparing a glance up at the far too familiar voice as your fingers continue to work at chopping up some vegetables. it's a busy day—a momentous day. there is no time to waste.

"let me help," neteyam offers, already making moves to steal your knife from you as he steps to your side.

but you weave it away from his grasp, nudge him back with your shoulder and point the knife at him as you address him. "aht, don't think so," you differ, then continue your slicing. "besides, don't you have your own tasks to get to, mr. mighty warrior?"

days like this require a lot of preparation; everyone chipping in and doing their part so that it all gets done and runs smoothly. if even one person slacks off, it could cause a rift in sanctified plans. and that simply wouldn’t do. no, it would not.

"i have completed all of them, actually," he retorts, but he shrivels when you narrow your eyes up at him. "okay, almost all of them."

you scoff, let your pupils meet your sockets with a roll as you pry the truth out of him. of course, one of the most important days of the year and it is now that neteyam chooses to have an irresponsible whim. you aren’t sure what you’re gonna do with him.

"your mother will have your tail if she finds one thing out of place for tonight, you know this." it isn't necessarily a warning, but there is some tip-off in your tone. "you must get everything done."

neteyam hums, leans his hip against the raised wood that you are using as a makeshift counter. he says nothing, simply watches you. takes into account how you dice up the vegetables in front of you diligently before sliding them to the side with your knife and moving onto the next ones. his stare is driving you crazy—no one works well under pressure, after all.

it causes you to have a slight blunder; a misstep. you cut a pattern a tad too fast and send a slice of root tumbling towards the ground. neteyam's instincts are superb, quick, and he catches it before it hits the dirt. mumbling a thank you under your breath as he places it back on the tray, you find the heir before you still not making a move to speak.

you aren't sure why it unnerves you so.

"what do you have left to complete?" it's not the question you want to ask, but 'what the hell do you keep staring at?' doesn't sound quite as nice. so you settle on it.

you take a pause, a breath, to turn to him. throughout the years you have seen the eldest sully child wear many expressions. ones tainted by smiles, irritation, pride, devotion—but this one has you tipping your head in the most peculiar way.

because timidness is not something you think you've ever seen don the strong features of neteyam sully.

he carries himself with such an air of confidence; shoulders pressed back and chin held high—not arrogant, but undaunted. he does not shift gaze unless he is avoiding scoldings and he does not suck in his cheek unless he is fighting frustration. so, you wonder, what could possibly have his face contorted in such a reticent manner. if you did not know any better, you’d almost call his demeanor a rendition of shy. but that seems rather uncharacteristic of him, doesn’t it?

"ah—are you sure you don't need help with that?" he's deflecting, brushing off your inquiry like he hasn't heard it. and you can't decide whether you find that amusing or concerning.

he's making way for your knife again and you twist your arm to hold it out of his reach behind you. you eye him carefully, flit your gaze all around him to pick up on anything that you can that would explain his behavior.

"tell me." it's not an order, you aren't demanding, but neteyam nods his head like he's respondent of such.

"my father told me i needed a, uhm," he stutters, licks his lips, like he's tripping over his own tongue. and it's undeniable the way you see his ears twitch. "for the celebration tonight. i need a.."

"a what, neteyam?" you press, cock your brow up at him. you don't think you've ever seen him like this. never witnessed him so.. "you need a what?"

"a.. date."

so fidgety.

"a date?" you repeat with widening eyes.

"no, no not a—not a date really but i need someone for the—“

"the staining ceremony.” you finish for him, continue his sentence because with all his blubbering you aren’t sure he’ll ever spit it out.

he nods curtly.

the celebration tonight is for all the young warriors who have proved themselves throughout the calendar year as being strong willed and great protectors of the clan. neteyam, of course, is one of them. has been since he earned the right to be titled as such. so perhaps it should have clicked in your head that he’d be searching for a partner for the staining ceremony portion of the night.

but a part of you—if you’re being completely honest with yourself—just figured he had one already. events like this take weeks of planning; most warriors find their artisan a fortnight in advance. because it cannot just be anyone.

the partner one chooses for the staining ceremony must be someone with whom they feel a connection. some of the older warriors choose their mates. some of the youngest choose their mother or father. some settle for siblings. others, in brazen acts of outstretched hands, choose a mate unbonded; one who they harbor feelings for but have yet to seal such in the eyes of Eywa.

you cannot lie and say you had not pondered over who neteyam’s choice would be. a part of you thought he would pick kiri—they have always been so close and she has been his partner for such ceremony before. but, you are not deaf to the murmurs of your village, you are not ignorant of what has been passed from mouth to ear of all that will listen. there have been other… prospects who have been suggested to neteyam for this special commemoration.

your name has not been among them.

“well,” you continue, tear your eyes away from him and get back to the task at hand. there is no need to dwell on such things and fall behind. you have just one more batch of greens after this to prepare then you will be done and can walk away from all this. “if you’re here to ask my opinion on who your choice should be, i’m not sure i will prove to be much help.”

a shut down; a cut off. you’d like this conversation to be over as soon as possible because it’s making your fingers itch. you’re offering him a gateway to close the topic off.

but he doesn’t seem to get the memo.

“no,” he chuckles, now, and you can tell he’s shaking his head out of the corner of your eye. it’s breathy; like he’s punched it out of his chest and finally broken past the barrier of whatever flusteredness had him trapped before. “that’s not why i came to find you.”

“if it’s to convince kiri to sacrifice herself to do it for you again this year, i’m not game for that either.” you don’t understand why his laughter leaves you agitated, why this whole situation has caused an odd twisting in your gut.

“that won’t be necessary,” he disputes, “i do not need kiri to be my partner this year.”

your fingers fumble, your slicing stutters. “oh?” and you want to kick yourself for how your voice hitches. you clear your throat, bite the corner of your lip that neteyam can’t see. “convince some other poor soul to do it for you? is it zuy’nik? i know she presented you a kill from her hunt recently.”

neteyam hums. “no. i have not chosen zuy’nik.”

you grip your knife harder, focus carefully on the blade as you chop down on a bundle of leaves. your throat is dry, your heart is thundering. you feel silly.

“sënuul, then?” you question, do your best to sound as disinterested as possible even though your chest is burning to know who could be lucky enough to have been picked by the heir himself. “i hear many young warriors wish for her. they say she has delicate hands.”

your hands—in contrast—have grown tense; your chops near erratic. being this worked up over a man who is not your mate seems so futile, so nonsensical. if your mother were here to see you now she’d call you childish.

but is it so childish to want things your heart yearns for?

“while that may be true,” neteyam agrees with the sentiment, and that makes your stomach lurch, “it is not sënuul either.”

“then who is it? who could you possibly—“

a hand covering yours has you cutting yourself off. neteyam’s palm melds over your knuckles; stops your unsafe cutting and stills your wrist’s movements. before you can even bring yourself to look at him, calloused fingers are hooking around your chin. swiveling your head around, you have no choice but to meet his gaze. and it is not averting, not twinkling with tepidness like it was before. you think, for a moment, that’s because he’s passed the feeling onto you.

“i do not wish for any other partner in this clan.” and his voice does not waver, does not stumble, now. you swallow as you listen. “i came here to ask if you would do me the honors, for tonight.”

your tongue feels like cotton; the fuzz of it floating to your brain to make everything go static. this is.. not what you had expected.

you had expected to follow neytiri’s orders for preparing the food for the meals that would be shared. you had expected to dress yourself in the ceremonial clothing and jewelry you keep for these special occasions. you had expected to stand around the edges of the circle during the opening dance, serve food to the elders, and sit with a content tight smile as you watched kiri declare neteyam’s war paint for the third year in a row before the true celebration began.

you had not expected yourself to be standing face to face with neteyam, ears twitching embarrassingly sporadic, as he asks you to join him in one of the most intimate and important events of a warrior’s life.

and you suppose you can use that element of surprise as the reason why you find yourself a tad bit speechless while you nod dumbly. a wide grin cracks across his face, curves up his cheeks as he lets out another breathy laugh.

“thank you,” he murmurs, and he still hasn’t let go of your chin. “i was worried i would not get the chance to ask you in time. i was pushing it, but i tried to get all my other duties done as fast as i could.”

now that, the mention of time, finally knocks you out of your little lovesick trance.

“hey, wait,” you huff, shove at his chest lightly with your free hand. “you should have asked me sooner! i should have already had your stain pattern planned out, and—and now i have to go get all of your paints and i didn’t factor in the time for that. you’re terrible!”

“ah, i’m not terrible. i am sure you can just wing it,” he waves off, simpers like this is funny.

“wing it?” you gape at him. because he genuinely cannot be serious. “this will be your war paint pattern for the rest of the year. if it’s bad then you will be stuck with it. you want me just to wing that?!”

“why not? i have faith in you, i’ve put myself into your hands.” and it’s meant to playful, you know this, but the way he’s looking at you proves his words hold their full weight regardless. “don’t be mad at me.”

“oh, i’m mad,” you retort, brush him away as you get back to slicing because now you really do not have the time for distractions. “i cannot believe you have waited until last minute.”

“would you like me to ask someone else?” he queries, and you whip your head over to level him with a glare. “i mean, i am sure sënuul would be honored to be the partner of the future olo’eyktan.”

“you know, i liked you better when you were sputtering and nervous,” you spit back, retract your attention once again. “terrible. truly terrible.”

“ah, do not be mad at me,” he levels again, “what can i do to have you forgive me?”

“nothing. you will never be forgiven.” with no hesitation, but also no malice. your bite holds no venom, and your cheeks are still warm. such hypocrisy you spew.

“nothing?” he questions, and you don’t even have to see his face to know he is smiling. there he is again; the neteyam who holds his chin up high and taunts his brother into mindless games to prove his worth. you admire this neteyam; love this neteyam.

this neteyam grabs your face and tugs you forward before you can think of another mindless rebuttal to spout.

the kiss is light but fervent, and if you were a poetic person you might just say that his lips taste like future promises you already intend to keep. the fight drains from your body and you find no urge to bring it back. this neteyam seems to know how to quell you, how to dispel your frustration and wipe away your grievances like fogged up glass. so easy, so effortlessly.

he pulls away languidly, breath puffing against your lips. "forgive me?" he asks again, and you find yourself nodding before he even finishes the question.

he turns your head to peck your cheek then drops his hands to finally successfully steal the knife still held in yours. you tip your head, blinking through the daze to inquire what he's doing.

"i can finish that, you know."

"i know," he answers, then flashes you a crooked grin that has your stomach twisting in a way far different than before. "but don't you think you should start planning how you want to trail your hands over me?"

and, oh. part of you wants to hit him for that. but part of you wants to tug him in by the neckpiece he dons and get him to shut up by an alternative method.

as you reach forward to run your hand ever so heedlessly up his chest, a faux illusion of planning your mapping, you think you might just settle on the latter.

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#this is for my sweet matcha first and foremost <3 i hope u like it !#also i TOTALLY made up this entire celebration thing LMAO #i jus thought it was a cool idea and super cute sooo #also. i rlly hope u don’t think neteyam is too ooc bc he is a bit. flustered here #BUT SJDHDN AHHH ENJOY #neteyam x you #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam drabble #neteyam fluff #avatar x reader #atwow x reader #atwow fluff #avatar fluff #neteyam sully fluff

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countdykulaa · 1 month ago

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﹟ ⠀ ⠀ 𝟎𝟎𝟐 ⠀ . ⠀ ⠀SANCTIFY ME⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ hyperreligious!abby x rebel! reader ⠀ ❫

﹟SUMMARY ♱ :

﹟CONTENT WARNINGS ♱ : graphic violence. mean, dark abby. top! abby. dubcon. noncon. religious imagery and themes. psychological trauma.

﹟WARNING ♱ : the piece doesn’t excuse Abby or portray her as more innocent than she is. instead, it delves into the disturbing nature of her character and the impact she has on the protagonist, emphasizing how abuse can be tangled with desire, fear, and denial. the complexity of the dynamics does not serve to justify Abby’s behaviour but rather to explore the horror of it in a more layered and psychological way.

she releases her grip from your neck, and you collapse onto the floor. trembles as it rises to trace the heat of her touch where fingers had wrapped tight around your neck, leaving a ghostly mark that will surely bloom into something darker. You can feel it, like a scar in the making, a reminder of your fall. Jericho's walls had crumbled just the same. You, too, rise and fall, carrying the weight of destruction yet to come.

an erotic fear lurches inside you that propels you to scramble. where you are fast, abby is quicker. a hand reaches out to grab your hair and yank you back to your place on the cold, marble floor. a yelp exits your throat as your hands rush to scrape off her grip.

"Do not turn away from salvation," she whispers, her voice thick with fervour, a dark and twisted reverence. Her breath skims your ear, warm, almost seductive, and yet there’s a cruelty in it that makes your skin crawl. You shudder beneath her grip, the duality of pleasure and terror weaving together in sickening harmony.

Her lips are so close now, hovering just above your cheek, her touch no longer just holy but invasive, like something prying at the most secret parts of you. She leans closer still, and every nerve in your body tingles with dread, with anticipation. Her breath, once warm, now feels like an icy breeze across your skin, and though you tremble, your body betrays you. There is desire buried beneath the fear, lurking in the very pit of your stomach, as if her rage and purity are somehow inextricably linked to your own damnation.

The shadows seem to stretch out from her, consuming the dim light of the candles, leaving you trapped in her darkness, where sin and salvation blur into one.

Her grip tightens, fingers coiling deeper into your hair as she pulls your face closer, until her lips are on yours. It's not gentle, not soft, there’s nothing of affection in the way she kisses you. It feels like possession, like she’s pouring something toxic into your mouth, claiming you from the inside out. The force of her kiss leaves you gasping, but there’s no room to breathe, only her. the heat of her rage, the suffocating intensity of her devotion.

You try to pull away, to turn your face, but her grip holds you in place, locking you in this twisted embrace. It’s like she’s infecting you, a sickness spreading through the contact, tainting the very air you breathe. Her lips press harder, a bruise in the making, her breath hot and fevered as though she’s desperate to consume you whole.

And despite the revulsion that claws at your chest, there’s something inside you that bends, something that craves the burn of her touch, the way her power seeps into your skin, sinking into your bones. You’re lost in it, caught between fear and something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous.

And then you give in.

Your lips part and her tongue enters your mouth before you can think. You taste the victory on her lips, bitter and sweet, as she devours you, pulling you deeper into the dark, into her world where resistance is futile, where you are hers.

The tremor in your hands ceases. The fight drains from your muscles. And there, on the cold marble floor, you surrender to your fears and desires. She pulls away, her breath ragged against your lips, and you look up into her eyes—dark, unyielding, and victorious. You feel hollow, emptied out, and yet, somewhere in the pit of your stomach, there’s a flicker of something new. Not peace, not salvation, but acceptance.The purification you’d long resisted washes over you in icing waves.

She loosens her hold on your thick curls, yet the ghost of her touch lingers, a phantom grip that clings to you still. All at once, her claws descend, ripping through the black silk of your mid-length skirt like talons tearing at the veil of sin. The garment falls, unravelling before you, and the cold, unforgiving air lashes against your exposed skin, a serpent's bite upon your thighs.

"Abby—Abby, this is madness," you stammer, your voice trembling, a frail thread of reason lost in the storm of her wrath. Her rage surges like a tempest, drowning you in its violent tide, and you, adrift, can only gasp for breath as the waves crash over her.

You should shove her away, resist with every ounce of strength you have left, claw your way free from the iron grip that binds you. But the weight of her touch is like gravity, and your limbs betray you, moving not to escape but to sink deeper into the vice of her embrace. Every instinct screams at you to fight harder, to rip yourself from the seduction of her hold, yet your body pulses with the thrill of surrender, as though you are caught in the eye of a storm—silent, still, and powerless against the fury surrounding you

Around you, the dim light flickers, the few remaining candles burning low, casting long, quivering shadows that seem to dance with malice. The air itself feels heavy, thick with the scent of melted wax and something darker ( earthy, metallic ) like blood beneath the surface. Every breath you take tastes of damp stone and ash, as if the walls themselves are closing in, pressing you deeper into this crypt of twisted salvation. The distant echo of dripping water is the only other sound, a haunting rhythm to the silence that envelops you.

Her hands hover around your lacy underwear with a carefulness unlike her. As though giving in to this final act would be the sin she had wrestled with for so long, the very transgression her soul had bled to keep at bay. Ultimately, her hands scrunch up your panties and rip them off you.

Your wetness drips down your inner thigh and you feel the most exposed you’ve ever felt in your entire existence. Her silence frightens you more than the fingers that circulate your clit. You can instantly sense the inexperience from the way her fingers fumble, but that knowledge does little to stop your hips from instinctively match the hasty rhythm she has sent. Words rush from your form and short gasps flow in return. Your head sways drunkenly from side to side as the pleasure rushes through your body. Your body pulsates and you hear the sound of your wetness gushing out while abby gyrates her fingers faster and faster.

“do you feel it? the ruining. the rebirth” abby murmurs, her voice does not sound like her own. detached and drenched in a forbidden lust she’d denied herself years ago.

As though abby were a blade of midnight, she plunges two fingers into you, her presence sinking deep, piercing through flesh and bone, twisting with cruel precision until you could feel her dark essence threading through your veins like poison. You let out a silent cry, your knees buckling.

Your hand reaches to grasp her forearm, sinking into her flesh like a desperate plea for connection and separation all at once. It’s a conflict of desire and repulsion; to push her away yet yearn to hold her. You claw at her, seeking to draw forth a crimson tide as true as the ruins of forgotten cities, each drop a testament to the destruction wrought by your entwined fates.

Yet, there’s no recoil, no flinch from her, just a quiet intake of breath that grows increasingly shallow, a fragile whisper of vulnerability betraying the tension simmering just beneath her surface. It’s as if she bears the weight of your anguish and desire, an unsettling stillness that mirrors the chaos within you. The air thickens with the electric charge of anticipation and dread, as if the very walls are holding their breath, waiting for the inevitable rupture between passion and pain.

Her thumb reaches to stroke your soaking clit and you feel an all too familiar rumble wash over your body. You, lying half naked in the temple where all your nightmares materialize are about to cum from the one girl you were certain despised you as much as you did her.

Your breath rips from your chest only to confine itself in your throat as your head tilts up at the sky. Your vision blurs as a tremor pulsates through your body. A figure bathed in holy light hovers before you, radiant and untouchable, yet it is not heaven’s name you speak. Abby’s name falls from your lips like a forbidden prayer. Above, the vaulted ceiling looms, the shadows stretching up into darkness as though reaching out to claim you.

#abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby the last of us #abby anderson #abby x reader #the last of us #lesbian smut #kinktober #kinktober 2024

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is-the-thing-actually-jewish · 4 months ago

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grapes. like grapes in general. idk why i feel like theyd have a connection. with judiasm.

Rating: JEWISH (not exclusively)

You feel that grapes have a connection with Judaism because they totally do! Grapes are one of the seven species biblically associated with the Land of Israel, along with wheat, barley, pomegranates, fig, olives, and dates (Deuteronomy 8:8).

More importantly, grapes → wine, and wine (or grape juice, but classically wine) is crucial to Jewish ritual and celebration. Wine is associated with joy and specialness, to the point that the biblical commandment to “remember the Sabbath day and make it holy” is fulfilled by making a special holiness blessing over wine known as “kiddush.” (I once watched an adorable four-year-old ask how to make kiddush, and when her proud parents coached her through saying the blessing, she kept asking, at which point we belatedly realized that her question was actually about the production of grape juice).

Every biblical holiday has a special blessing to say over the “fruit of the vine” to sanctify the day. (Yom Kippur, which is a fast day, is a general exception, but there are traditions specifying what people who cannot fast for health reasons ought to say for kiddush on Yom Kippur). Seder has four cups of wine, the happy couple shares a glass of wine as part of a wedding ceremony, the circumcision/baby naming ceremony has wine, and we mark the transition out of Shabbat and into a new week with a glass of wine. In fact, the gemara in Pesachim 109a explicitly states an opinion that "אֵין שִׂמְחָה אֶלָּא בְּיַיִן," "there is no rejoicing without wine" (i.e. one must have wine or grape juice to fulfill the commandment to rejoice on holidays).

For all of those reasons, grapes feature fairly prominently in Jewish art, especially for ritual items intended to be used on Shabbat, like a challah cover or hand-washing cup. Obviously, neither grapes nor wine are exclusive to Judaism or Jewish culture, but they are undeniably quite Jewish nonetheless.

#jumblr #general category topic #grapes #actually jewish

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windvexer · 1 month ago

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I love the clove post Chicken. How do you find these more nuanced correspondences? Are they discovered through trial and error, spiritwork, researching the plant, or some secret fourth thing?

Hi!!

We are in reference to Ask: clove correspondences (UPG).

A bit of a combination of things but ultimately, secret forth thing. I don't know if my method is too personalized to be helpful but I'll say it regardless.

My method is pretty similar to this post about asking your tools and ingredients what they can help with.

I start with a hypothesis about what the ingredient would be good for. This hypothesis might come from common correspondences, or my own ideas.

I test the hypothesis with how questions, not what questions.

If I just take a handful of sage and say "what are you good for?" then I'm less likely to get an answer because how does any complex, multifaceted being actually answer that question in a way that is not completely abstract.

Instead I start with what I think the ingredient might help with and go from there.

How do you cleanse? How do you react to unwanted energies?

But it also gets pretty specific, pretty fast. Which unwanted energies? Because sage is complex, it doesn't do only one thing forever no matter what.

So most ideally I am working with the ingredient in the context of a single, specific situation I'm trying to solve. This room has lingering irritation that has been affecting people for days, I need to cleanse this irritation in this room in this context.

And so the sage might then say, sure, that's small enough that I can wrap that information up in receivable packets: I would interact with that specific irritation in this room by pushing it out, like a broom. The nature of my being is that I sometimes can be like bristles that catch particles of unwanted things, so that they can be pushed out.*

Whereas if I took another cleanser like rosemary, he might say: "sure, I can cleanse irritation out of that room; I can sanctify it and make it like a holy court, where the presence of these unwanted things are revoked and therefore they must drain away into the earth. The nature of my being is that I sometimes can sanctify spaces."*

Then that's how we get to a cleanser, but not just three random ingredients thrown together just because they're all "cleansing." Each one has its own purpose: the sage sweeps and mops, the bay laurel sanitizes, the lemon brings in lots of warm cheer to keep the ick away.

This all probably sounds like a lot, and I guess to some degree it is. But the information I gather through this process is remarkably consistent, so it's not as if a deep-dive is necessary for every little thing.

I also do tend to research magical correspondences and cross-reference them against my readings, but in case of conflict, I go with my readings.

(*these are made up examples)

#answered

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notkitten · 1 year ago

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i'm going to spit into her mouth as i fuck her hard and fast

my hips snapping my strap deep into her

our sweat sanctifying the bedsheets

#my sapphic little mind #sapphic nsft #wlw nsft #nsft lesbian #lesbian sex #lesbian nsft #queer nsft #I never really get that line from kiss me you animal out of my head

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joseph4inspiration · 4 months ago

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(Jeremiah 1:5)

The Bible tells us that the eternal God knows the end from the beginning (Isaiah 46:10), which means when He looks at us He sees what He ordained - what He destined us to be. But that process happens while we are sanctified in Him - set apart.

It's while we are set apart that we experience the process of transformation; as the hidden wisdom of God is clearly seen in the storms and strong currents that comes not to weaken our moral bodies, but to strengthen our inner man and to build us up in this most holy faith.

God in His infinite wisdom knows that when He begins to reveal destiny to our hearts we are not ready for it.

God made Moses wait 40 years before He even revealed to him his destiny.

He revealed to David his destiny that he would be king over Israel but made him wait 15 years before he actually ascended to the throne.

Those time periods may seem very long, but look what they were called to do: Moses was to lead a nation out of slavery into their own land and David was to be king over that nation in that land.

God already knew just how long He would have to set those men apart before He could establish them into their destined position and He knows just how long it's going to take you before He can do the same.

You can't be ordained as a medical doctor without first being set apart for medical school. It's the same way with God - you cannot be ordained without being set apart. So stop trying to rush God, the process and yourself! God is taken this thing step by step - He knows how fast, how to, and when to.

#holyspirit #god #spiritualinspiration #jesus #favored #pray #blessed #grace #encouragement #love #bible

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hiswordsarekisses · 2 months ago

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“. . . Christ loved the church and gave Himself up for her, So that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the Word, That He might present the church to Himself in glorious splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such things [that she might be holy and faultless].” Ephesians‬ ‭5‬:‭25‬b-27‬

“You are cleansed because of the word which I have given you. John‬ ‭15‬:‭3‬ ‭

☝🏻 If you continue in it and abide in it.

“So Jesus said to those Jews who had believed in Him, If you abide in My word [hold fast to My teachings and live in accordance with them], you are truly My disciples.” John‬ ‭8‬:‭31‬

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moontrinemars · 3 months ago

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Dhruva as Dhanishtha: The First Fortune is a Red Herring

To me, it seems Dhanishtha is simultaneously over-hyped and under-valued... It's generally diluted to the fame, wealth, fortune, etc. it's associated with, as if it has no depth and no meaning beyond that. It's associated with the Ashta Vasus for a reason! The life of Dhruva is a good example. It is not necessarily work or labor that brings bounty to Dhruva, but his reclaiming renunciation after experiencing scorn and neglect, at a very young age. His humility as a boy, in sacrificing his birthright for the sake of determining his purpose, and his prostration to the divine after his being denied love and status, these qualities are what leads to his being crowned king as a child, yes, but that's not the actual point of the story. His true reward is being gifted with intrinsic knowledge of/the voice to sing the hymns of Vishnu, and to reach Druvapada, becoming one with the cosmos, out of reach of true destruction even at its most powerful.

Obviously, this is a story about an unusually holy figure, the brightest and healthiest form of Dhanishtha, so we don't expect all natives to reach these spiritual heights, but putting aside the ending for a moment, to look at the beginning and middle, we see depth rarely mentioned when looking into Dhanishtha.

Dhruva is born into privilege, but explicitly made to understand that he is unworthy of this privilege. Thus, he has to retreat from the source of his privilege, he has to fast, he has to devote himself to something higher than his desire for love, comfort, security. Only after giving up, disowning the fortune of a prince, does Vishnu offer him the true, great fortune of the holy figure elevated and eventually deified, a boy-king and a god.

This speaks to a theme I've seen repeatedly in Dhanishtha natives. Princess Diana was born into a nobility which afforded her the role of wife and mother to future kings, but she had to forgo that role, the security of it, to become the woman sanctified in popular culture to this day. The problem with those lost famous Dhanishtha figures like Diana and Marilyn Monroe and Yoko Ono — and this is particularly true for women — is when their fame or hunger for fame becomes so intense that they no longer have the option of withdrawing, of renunciation. Who with Dhanishtha placements had this result? Well, Princess Diana, Marilyn Monroe, Yoko Ono... and Bob Marley, Sharon Tate, James Dean, Paris Hilton, Jennifer Aniston, Justin Bieber, Kristen Stewart, Mary Queen of Scots, Elvis Presley, Whitney Houston, Ariana Grande, Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp, Arthur Conan Doyle, Jimi Hendrix, Aaliyah, Shia LaBeouf... all of these figures had Dhanishtha placements, and have had their lives, reputations, and properties over-publicized. (This is not a comment on whether any of the listed figures are good or bad people, btw.)

This isn't to say that Dhanishtha is more tragic than another nakshatra, but that an underexplored aspect of Dhanishtha is the need for absense, rest periods, and periodic fasting, whether literal or metaphorical. The sense of rhythm that Dhanishtha is famous for, it isn't just about knowing when to hit, it's about knowing when and how long to wait before you do. That's what rhythm is — not just the beats themselves, but the spaces in between. That's why the happiest and most consistently successful Dhanishtha natives are the ones who don't allow the pressure of the public, those around them, or duties that are attached to supposed fortunes they've received, to overload their plate until they're hitting out of sync, or simply have to stop all together. Whether fast or slow, these natives need discipline in setting and keeping pace.

The depth to Dhanishtha is that, as with all Dharma-motivated nakshatras, its natives yearn for purpose and meaning — but on a distinctly cosmic scale. They're told and feel that they've been blessed, but to what end? They spend their whole lives trying to figure it out, because it simply isn't enough to have potential, they also have to use it to whatever end makes them matter. It depends on their other placements how this internal struggle manifests, but throughout their lives, yearning for significance permeates everything they feel and do.

And this yearning can propell them to ignore their greatest asset: their sense of timing.

Underdeveloped Dhanishtha natives will use their blessing however they are told to, in the form that's convenient to those around them. They never leave the palace; they stay prince forever, and thus never grow enough to even be a particularly good prince. Natives who do develop somewhat will leave the palace, but they may return after an insufficient amount of time, expecting that their experience of fasting, of loss or struggle, in and of itself, will be enough to enlighten them. Dhanishtha at its truest and most enlightened form will not only fast until they understand hunger, not only fast until they can SEE 'god' — they will fast until they MEET 'god', until Vishnu returns their voice to them, and reserves a place for them in the heavens.

#dhanishtha #mine #authored #astrology #vedic astrology #nakshatras #nakshatra #mars #dhruva #long post #this post was extremely unplanned so if it sounds rambley or inaccurate. well yes

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apilgrimpassingby · 4 months ago

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Alaska Native Orthodox Saints

St. Jacob Netsvetov, Enlightener of Alaska (1802-1864)

Feast Day: 26th July

The son of a Russian fur trader and an Aleut mother who was the first Alaska Native to become an Orthodox priest and spent the rest of his life preaching the Orthodox faith in Alaska; by the time he died, he had created an alphabet for the Aleut language, exorcised demons and baptised well over a thousand people. The full story is here.

Troparion: Righteous Father Jacob, adornment of Atka and the Yukon delta, offspring of Russian America, flower of brotherly unity, healer of sickness, and terror of demons, you offered yourself as a living sacrifice to bring light to a searching people. Pray to Christ God that our souls may be saved!

St. Olga of Alaska/Olga Michael/Olga of Kwethluk (1916-1979)

Feast Day: 10th November

A Yupik matushka (priest's wife) known in her village as a midwife, charity distributer and firm yet compassionate presence, canonised for the miracles associated with her post-mortem; in particular, a sexually abused woman who experienced a vision of St. Olga that proved particularly healing. The full story is here.

Troparion: By your righteous deeds, you were revealed to the world as an image of the perfect servant of the Lord in Alaska. By your fasting, vigil and prayers, you were inspired in your evangelical life. You fed the hungry, and you cared for the poor. You served as a midwife, and you brought babies into the world. You nurtured children, and you clothed all those in need. Now, O Holy Olga, you stand at the right-hand of Christ the Master, and you intercede for our souls.

St. Peter the Aleut, Protomartyr of North America (unknown - 1815)

Feast Day: 24th September

A young Suqpiaq ("the Aleut" is a misnomer by a monk who wasn't good at distinguishing Native groups) man who was one of the first converts to Orthodoxy in North America. He was captured by the Spanish in a raid, and tortured in an attempt to make him convert to Roman Catholicism; he refused, and the tortures eventually killed him. When St. Herman of Alaska (the chief evangelist of Alaska) heard the story, he cried out "Holy New Martyr Peter, pray to God for us!" The full story is here.

Troparion: Today Alaska rejoices and America celebrates, for the New World has been sanctified by martyrdom. Kodiak echoes with songs of thanksgiving, Iliamna and Kenai observe the Festival of Faith. The apostle and martyr Juvenaly is glorified and Peter the Aleut is exalted by his voluntary sacrifice. In their devotion and love for the Lord they willingly endured persecution and death for the Truth. Now in the Kingdom of Heaven they intercede for our souls.

Troparion for the Synaxis of All Saints:

Adorned in the blood of Your Martyrs throughout all the world, as if clothed in purple and linen, through them Your Church cries out to You, O Christ God: “Bestow Your bounties upon Your people, grant peace to Your habitation, and great mercy to our souls.”

#since i was a kid i loved reading about american indian culture #and now i'm orthodox i learnt they yielded multiple saints #and in alaska #the coolest of all the states #so i had to make this post #christianity #orthodox #saints

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awideplace · 1 year ago

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1 Thessalonians 5

But concerning the times and the seasons, brethren, you have no need that I should write to you. For you yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so comes as a thief in the night. For when they say, “Peace and safety!” then sudden destruction comes upon them, as labor pains upon a pregnant woman. And they shall not escape. But you, brethren, are not in darkness, so that this Day should overtake you as a thief. You are all sons of light and sons of the day. We are not of the night nor of darkness. Therefore let us not sleep, as others do, but let us watch and be sober. For those who sleep, sleep at night, and those who get drunk are drunk at night. But let us who are of the day be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love, and as a helmet the hope of salvation. For God did not appoint us to wrath, but to obtain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ, who died for us, that whether we wake or sleep, we should live together with Him.

Therefore comfort each other and edify one another, just as you also are doing.

And we urge you, brethren, to recognize those who labor among you, and are over you in the Lord and admonish you, and to esteem them very highly in love for their work’s sake. Be at peace among yourselves.

Now we exhort you, brethren, warn those who are unruly, comfort the fainthearted, uphold the weak, be patient with all. See that no one renders evil for evil to anyone, but always pursue what is good both for yourselves and for all.

Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

Do not quench the Spirit. Do not despise prophecies. Test all things; hold fast what is good. Abstain from every form of evil.

Now may the God of peace Himself sanctify you completely; and may your whole spirit, soul, and body be preserved blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. He who calls you is faithful, who also will do it.

Brethren, pray for us.

Greet all the brethren with a holy kiss.

I charge you by the Lord that this epistle be read to all the holy brethren.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.

#Theology #Scripture #Bible #Christian #Christianity

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mochegato · 7 months ago

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Rain Check

Continuation of Water Logged

Roy quietly padded down the hallway being extremely careful as he moved not to step on any squeaky floorboards that might undo all of his hard work. He let out a long, relieved breath when he made it into the living room, which unfortunately meant he had no air left when his lungs tried to empty further at the view of Marinette’s silhouette highlighted in the moonlight.

She was holding the drapes open enough for her to watch the full moon bright in the sky but the result was the moon beams caressed her face, highlighting every tantalizing curve in silvery light that somehow managed to accentuate her warmth. He took a few moments to appreciate the literally breathtaking view before sidling up behind her. He widened his stance until he was lowered enough to loosely wrap his arms around her waist and nuzzled his face into her neck.

Marinette instantly responded, leaning back into his embrace. “Asleep?”

He hummed and lifted his face just enough to exhale a mumbled, “Finally,” before pulling her even deeper into his embrace and curling around her until it was almost as if they had melded into one.

It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy doing things with Lian and Marinette, in fact, he loved the little family they were creating. Marinette filled in gaps in their daily lives he hadn’t even realized existed until one day he finally noticed he was no longer subconsciously stressing about things, until his days were inexplicably easier and lighter. She’d made everything in their lives better and seeing the way his entire family, especially Lian, responded to her made his heart feel so full he sometimes thought it put him in danger of cardiac arrest.

However, during all the time they’d been easing into each other’s lives and families, they hadn’t quite made it to easing into each other’s bed. And he was more than ready to change that. Her every lingering touch, loaded glance, even her innocent ones, every lip pucker or frustrated frown flooded him with a heat he was having a hard time controlling.

He personally thought he deserved some kind of prize for his restraint. He lost his mind when they kissed and when her hands started to caress his chest, arms, back… Her lips were weapons she could wield to end conflicts, win wars with how sweet and soft they moved. Her hands were divine blessings she bestowed upon him, making his every cell feel sanctified upon their touch. Her eyes were revelations that could reveal divine truths to all who wandered in search of knowledge.

It was all almost enough to not want more. Almost. But he did. He had since he first met her but had held back so they could build the relationship and do it properly. He wanted her body, but he wanted more. He wanted all of her and didn’t want to risk losing her by moving too fast. So far, every moment with her had reinforced the wisdom of his decision, because he could no longer imagine his life without her in it.

They’d held off thus far, but he didn’t have the physical or mental fortitude to do it anymore. He was particularly grateful they had spent so long creating a solid foundation of trust, admiration, and respect because at that moment, he wanted to do the most disrespectful things to her.

Despite his mind and body pushing him to move fast and rough, he started slowly, determined to memorize every moment of this. He slowly slid his hands to her hips, his fingers digging into them, as he pressed wet, lingering kisses along the column of her throat. He almost groaned at the tiny moan she let out while she arched into him. One of her arms wound around to his firm thigh, stroking up to his sculpted ass and giving it a quick, firm squeeze before running her hand back down and pulling his thigh firmly against her. She lifted her other arm up around his neck and into his hair, pulling just enough to make her desire known, but not quite enough to sting… yet.

He brushed his fingers along the hem of her shirt for just a moment before slowly easing them under her shirt. His fingers skimmed along her exposed skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake until he splayed them out and held her in place as he rolled his hips tentatively, testing for her reaction. The throaty moan she let out drove all thought out of his mind, he spun her around and crashed his lips to hers, demanding and hungry. All thoughts of going slow left far behind.

His hand wound into her hair pulling enough to angle her head back further while his other snaked down to the swell of her ass and hauled her closer. Marinette grasped his shoulders like it was the only thing holding her up under his onslaught. Marinette’s whine that escaped when he eased his lips away turned into a keening mewl when his lips reappeared just behind her ear and worked slowly down her throat with gentle sucking and nipping. After a few moments, she managed to gather enough wits to push him back enough to get his attention. “I… let’s… noise,” she gasped out, her eyes clouded and dazed. “Background noise to cover…”

He grumbled but backed them up toward the television stand. The fact that they managed to make it there with no bruises was something of a miracle considering they somehow managed to fumble into every piece of furniture along the way, but they somehow managed to make it with a minimum of injury, almost all due to rough kisses and grasping rather than altercations with the furniture.

Roy blindly groped around the top of the stand until he managed to grab the remote and somehow not knock it off. Refusing to detach his lips from Marinette for even a moment, he pushed buttons on the remote until he finally heard some noise, then immediately dropped it to return his hand to her neck.

He pushed her against the small expanse of wall between the television stand and the door, his arms caging her in as he finally pulled away from her in order to survey her. His eyes almost glazed over at how debauched she looked already, her hair mussed up, her cheeks flushed, her lips just slightly swollen. Not nearly swollen enough for Roy. He shot her a roguish grin that almost drove Marinette into overdrive before he leaned in to fix that lapse.

Instead of the aggressiveness of his previous kiss, this kiss was tantalizingly slow and gentle like he was trying to drive her to the edge of insanity, and doing so successfully. There was no more room in her mind for anything other than the feeling of his lips on hers, his hands on her body, her thundering blood.

She was so lost in it she was barely able to restrain her shriek at the loud pounding on the door inches from her head at that exact moment. Roy acted instantly pushing her behind him and Marinette went easily, still too shocked from the interruption to comprehend what was happening. Her heart, which had already been thundering pleasantly moments before, was racing even faster, significantly less pleasantly.

“Who is it,” Roy growled at the door.

“Mia, asshole. Let me in.”

Marinette jutted around him and shot a confused, suddenly concerned look toward the door, but Roy sighed deeply and dropped his head, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to calm his breathing. “She better be dying,” he grumbled. It took another few beats before he moved reluctantly to open the door, but not without shooting her a lingering, disappointed look. It wasn’t unheard of for Mia to come over unannounced at that time of night, but it was unusual and almost always because something bad had happened.

“Hey, what’s going on? You okay?” he asked, this time with considerably more care in his voice even through the gasping breaths as he tried to calm his body. The bag over her shoulder and red eyes confirmed his suspicion about the cause of her visit.

“Fine. Just pissed,” she hissed. She tossed her bag to the side and made her way into the kitchen without bothering to acknowledge either of them or their disheveled appearance. “Why is Oliver such a complete ass?” she demanded, thankfully managing to keep her voice low despite the vitriol in her tone.

She barely took a breath or look up before she was pouring herself a tall glass of the first bottle of alcohol she found. “Like, beyond the normal. I mean, I know why, but why? It’s not my fault Travis turned out to be low-life scum… who happened to be working for Cupid. I kicked his ass to the curb as soon as I found out.”

Roy met Marinette’s eyes with a loaded look and shot her an apologetic smile. They had started something he desperately wanted to finish, but this was clearly going to be a long night up with Mia. She was going to need someone to be there to commiserate and reassure her before she spiraled and blamed herself. He needed to be there for his sister, no matter how frustrated he felt about it. He knew Marinette wouldn’t be mad, just disappointed, like him.

“There is a pretty small dating pool around us,” she continued bitterly. “It’s not my fault really. If anything it’s his for putting me into this world in the first place.” She tipped the glass and drank the entire glass in one go before pouring another, which she also downed immediately. “How did you deal with him. How the hell does Dinah? There has to be a better way to exist.”

“I’m sorry, Mia. He’s impossible to deal with on a good day,” Roy empathized. He moved into the kitchen with her, arms wide to give her a hug, but she pushed him away, her whole hand shoving against his face to move him out of her way like she took notes from a linebacker, which, if he remembered correctly, the boyfriend two… maybe three relationships back was, so it was entirely possible she did.

“I didn’t come here for you,” she scoffed and walked past him to drop her head on Marinette’s shoulder. “You can go away. I hate all men right now. You’re all self-absorbed, lying liars who don’t tell the truth.”

Marinette snorted then nodded seriously and moved Mia toward the couch, plopping them both down. “Very valid. Men are impossible. I don’t know why we put up with them.”

“Right?” Mia exclaimed, raising her empty glass in agreement.

Roy raised an eyebrow at Marinette, not quite able to contain the amused uptick of his lips, especially when she smirked at him and blew him a kiss. “It is definitely a veg out in front of the tv situation. I think Roy has ice cream and chocolates. Oooohhh,” she cooed suddenly sitting up straight, “Whiskey floats! We definitely need chocolate whiskey floats.”

Mia gasped and lurched forward as well. “Yes!” she whisper shouted. “That is brilliant. This is a brilliant. See,” she grinned at Marinette and grasped her forearm like she was a comrade in arms, “this is why you’re my favorite. Roy better watch his back. I love you so much I might steal you.”

Roy appeared in front of them, eyebrow raised again, but this time significantly less amused and dropped a tray in front of them with a few more glasses, whiskey, ice cream, an ice cream scoop, a package of caramel filled chocolates, and water that he really hoped they would indulge in. “So glad you could visit, Mia. I’ve missed you so much,” he droned then grabbed the remote and dropped it on the tray as well.

He might have even been annoyed but Marinette shot him one of his favorite smiles, the smile that conveyed such warmth and appreciation and affection, it warmed him down to his core. He shook his head and turned back down the hallway. “Right. Anyway. You two have fun. Don’t do anything that will scar Lian if she has to see the aftermath tomorrow.”

“Love you,” Mia called after him. “Just not tonight.” She returned her attention to the television. “What even is this? What the hell were you watching?”

Marinette cocked her head to the side and studied the television for the first time since they’d turned it on just a few minutes prior. “Honestly, not sure. Night,” Marinette called out to him but immediately focused back on Mia and the television, missing the sappy, lingering look from Roy as he watched her prove yet again how perfectly she had slid into his life.

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It was getting ridiculous. They were cursed, Roy was certain of it. One of them had done something to royally piss of the goddess of luck, and now they were both suffering from it. He and Marinette had barely been allowed a few moments alone since their first interrupted attempt, despite actively trying to find time to themselves, which was absolutely ridiculous considering how much time he’d thought he’d had to himself before.

Before he met Marinette, he had thought he had hours of free time to give a relationship, and really, he had… until he had to try to integrate his schedule with Marinette’s. Suddenly, he didn’t have enough, at least not enough without Lian present. It seemed like they didn’t have time to hold hands since that night, let alone more.

Everything that could be thrown at them was. Between his work, Marinette’s work, her inspired design frenzies, him getting called as backup on missions, her friends dropping in unexpectedly, Lian’s activities and friends, and general exhaustion from… everything, there just wasn’t any time.

Even the time they’d had Grant take Lian for the night, Grant had gotten called on an emergency mission and Roy had to pick her up before he and Marinette could even finish their dinner. When he had Mia take her for a night? Marinette’s best friend’s boyfriend called to announce he was going to propose and needed Marinette’s help planning… all night long. When he had Oliver and Dinah take her? Someone broke into the mansion to steal… Roy didn’t even remember what it was, but Oliver had gotten injured in front of Lian, and he was taken to the hospital. Roy and Marinette had spent that night and most nights since soothing a traumatized Lian.

However, it was all going to change that night. That night was the first night in a month they were both free, no impending deadlines, no global crises… so far, no impending major life events for friends. It was going to be their night. Lian was asleep in bed. They may or may not have intentionally done things all day to wring every ounce of energy out of Lian so she would go to bed early and hard, so they could have their romantic night together, starting with wine, dessert, and a movie he wasn’t even paying attention to.

He hadn’t put any thought into the movie, it was just meant to be background noise, but clearly, he should have put a bit more thought into it because Marinette was riveted… not necessarily in a good way. She kept making little noises, huffs, grunts, grumbles under her breath until she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I guarantee the set dresser argued for a brighter color, but the producer or director overrode them so the costume wouldn’t conflict with the set and draw attention away from the main characters in the scene, but someone in her position in that period trying to make that statement, wouldn’t have worn such a drab color.”

She slumped back into the couch, her expression pinched and arms crossed over her chest in a huff. She looked over at Roy as the scene ended and froze, her expression instantly smoothing out. A slow smile spread across her lips. “What?”

Roy was gazing adoringly at her, his sappy smile widening at her response. “I love you.”

Marinette blinked at him. “What?”

“I love you,” he repeated, his voice sure and steady like he was stating a universally understood fact, like the sun is yellow, the sky is blue, water is wet, he loves her.

She looked back and forth between the television and him. “This is what brought it on?” she exclaimed exasperated, motioning toward the movie. “Not the sweet romantic walk we took earlier? Not the flirting I’ve been doing all day and night? The obsessive rambling over an objectively terrible movie is what did it?”

He shrugged. “It’s been coming on since I met you. Everything that’s happened today just served to remind me. I love your passion. I love how your eyes crinkle at the edges, just there.” He shifted closer to her and motioned tenderly to the edges of her eyes, his fingers only centimeters from her face as he motioned before sweeping a strand of hair behind her ear. “I love how you think. I love how you love Lian. I love how you take care of your friends, including Mia, who somehow has become closer to you than me.”

He quickly kept speaking before she could object, like he knew she would want to, despite him suspecting it was pretty true. Mia might not choose Marinette over him, but she would definitely continue to talk with her daily if they ever broke up… just like Lian would demand to do. That was just the effect she had on the people around them. “I just, I love… you.”

He stiffened and started to try to backpedal when her eyes began to glisten. “I love you, too,” she admitted as a tear finally broke free and slid down her cheek.

Roy lunged forward, his hands cupped her face and held it in place as he crushed his lips against hers, hungry and heated. She bit his lip gently, pulling just enough to elicit a moan from him. Her fists grasped at his shirt to pull him against her with such force it almost knocked them over but did succeed in breaking them apart. Their eyes locked, chests heaving, until she started giggling, causing him to do the same. Their giggles quieted to chuckles, and he rested his forehead against hers.

He gave her a loaded look then stood and held his hand out to her in invitation. She took it without hesitation, letting him pull her up and lead her down the hallway toward his bedroom. Each step made her pulse rise in anticipation. He seemed to notice. Every few steps he squeezed her hand and looked back to remind her how desperately he wanted her with just the look in his eyes. They almost made it to his door before disaster struck; a creaky floorboard.

They both froze, eyes widening in fear. They looked at each other for a second before looking at Lian’s door like they were moving in sync. They continued to watch the door and listen for any signs of movement for a full two minutes before letting out a breath. Roy had just pushed his door open when Lian’s opened. She stepped into the hallway, rubbing her squinting eyes as she saw them. “Daddy? Mari?”

“I swear, the only way this is going to happen is if we just rent a remote cabin for a weekend somewhere far away from where anyone will ever find us,” he grumbled under his breath just loud enough for Marinette to hear. He pasted on a sympathetic smile. “Hey, Squeaker,” he said softly. “It’s pretty late, let’s get you back in bed.”

Lian looked between them and stumbled over to them and collapsed against their legs. “I had a nightmare, Daddy. I thought you guys were taken to the hospital.” She looked up at Marinette with wet eyes. “Can you sleep in my room? I’m scared.”

Marinette immediately dipped down to pick Lian up and hugged her close. “Of course, Small Fry.”

Roy’s heart melted yet again at the way Lian not just trusted Marinette but sought her out for comfort. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “You're amazing. Sorry.” He chuckled at the visual scoff Marinette shot at him, like he had just said the most insane thing. “I’ll get you some water, okay, Squeaker?”

Lian nodded sloppily against Marinette’s shoulder. “And can you tell me a story?”

“Of course,” Marinette instantly acquiesced. She bounced Lian gently in her arms as she walked them into Lian’s room.

“And sing me a song?” Lian pressed further.

Marinette chuckled as she laid Lian in her bed. “Did you do something wrong today that you want to get punished?” she teased as she pulled the covers over her and tucked them in around her.

“No, I was good,” Lian assured her sleepily. “I did everything I was supposed to.” Roy snorted quietly from the doorframe as he watched them. “So were you. I’ll sing to you,” Lian offered.

Marinette’s body shook as she tried to keep her laughter quiet. “Well thank you so much.” She glanced over her shoulder with a sultry look that instantly made his heart ramp back up like it had been moments before. “I try to be a good girl,” she purred. Roy almost dropped to his knees, but somehow managed to keep himself upright.

“Me too,” Lian nodded, but despite the slight slur in her words, she held on tight to Marinette’s arm, tightening whenever Marinette started to pull away.

Roy dragged himself away to get the water he’d promised. By the time he returned Lian was sleeping comfortably, all evidence of the previous tears gone. Her expression now peaceful, serene as she curled into Marinette with her blankets ruched up cozily around her. Warmth washed through his system at how comfortable she was, but seeing Marinette took his breath away.

Marinette was resting on the blanket, body wrapped around Lian and her arm resting protectively over her as though guarding her from the visions in her nightmares corporealizing. Roy grabbed one of Lian’s fluffy, red blankets off the floor and gently laid it over Marinette, taking extra care to tuck it in around her and letting his fingers linger as they slowly brushed her face before letting go of the blanket.

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“How long would it take you to get over here right now?” Roy’s tinny voice demanded the moment Marinette answered the phone.

The explosion was so unexpected, it took Marinette a few seconds to register what he had just said. “What? I… like 4 hours, I think. I don’t know what traffic is like here.” Roy groaned at the response, which made Marinette’s anxiety start to climb. Was something going on? Was Lian hurt?

“You can’t come over tonight? Lian is going to a sleepover,” he noted suggestively.

Marinette groaned and slumped in his seat slightly. “Dieu. You scared me.” She suddenly shot up in her seat. “You’re telling me this now?”

“I just found out,” he grumbled. “Her friend Emily just invited her over for a last night before they go on a vacation for a few weeks. So, there’s no way you can make it tonight?” His voice held just a hint of hope despite knowing what the answer would be.

She slumped back in her seat and let out a long, dejected sigh. “Of course they are. No, I’m sorry, mon soleil. Our timing never seems to be right.”

“It’s a little off, but it’s there. We’ll get there,” he promised. “We have time. We just need to be patient.”

“I hate waiting,” she grumbled. She glared at Adrien for the snort he let out at the same time Roy let his out. Since she couldn’t glare at Roy, Marinette doubled the intensity of the glare she leveled at Adrien.

“I’m aware, Fire Flower,” Roy chuckled. “Unless it’s design or Lian.” He sighed but when he spoke again, his voice was lighter, a bit fuller of hope than before. “Have fun tonight. Enjoy your time with Adrien. Focus on that tonight. We’ll figure it out later. I love you.”

“Love you too, mon soleil. Good night.” She tucked her phone away and looked up to meet Adrien’s smug smile.

“Awww,” he cooed, “you’re in love.” He paused to take a drink before continuing with the same teasing tone, “It’s disgusting.”

She snorted and took a bite of her appetizer. “If it makes you feel better, we haven’t slept together yet.”

Adrien only froze momentarily but nodded contemplatively as he chewed his own. “Because of the kid?”

Marinette’s head snapped up. “No! It just means there’s more limited time available to do… that. But no. I love her so much.”

“Do that?” Adrien mocked.

“Shut up,” she grumbled.

He took another bite then leaned on his elbows, cocking his head as if he was studying her. “So, what is it then?”

She dropped her head into her hand with a groan. “It just feels like fate is against us… or luck,” she hissed toward her purse. She sighed heavily and took another long drink like she was bracing herself for something. “It’s starting to feel like we are never going to get to have sex.”

Adrien chuckled. “You will.”

“I’m no longer sure,” she grumbled morosely. She stabbed the last bite of her appetizer significantly more aggressively than necessary. “Every time we’ve gotten close something comes up and then the window closes and I have to go home.”

“You’re not staying overnight yet?” He almost dropping his fork in surprise.

She shook her head. “Almost never. It isn’t something we want to put Lian through unless we’re ready to make it permanent.”

“And… you aren’t?” he asked carefully.

He watched her carefully as she took a few more bites and chewed her food particularly slowly before finally responding, her voice low but with conviction. “I am.”

“He’s not?” He made sure his voice was even, non-accusatory. This wasn’t about placing blame, it was just about sorting through facts, exploring emotions.

“He’s got a very young kid he needs to protect. That I want to protect. We’re taking our time,” she asserted confidently. “Not putting the noodles in before the water is ready.”

He nodded again. That was what he had been waiting for, that realization that it would all be okay, and the acceptance that everything happens in its own time. “From everything you’ve said about her, she sounds amazing.” He took a beat and let Marinette take another bite before continuing all too innocently. “In fact, she sounds like someone who needs a little sibling.”

She squeaked, almost spitting out her pasta. She swatted at him with a dark glare. “Well, at this rate, we might not get the chance to do anything until I’m too old to have kids.”

He snickered with a roll of his eyes. “Well, if I ever interrupt, feel free to ignore my call. Or, you know what? Just turn your phone off entirely and get in.”

She snorted and took another bite. “Boy, how long has it been for you? He’s supposed to get in, not me.”

Adrien’s lips ticked up in a grin so devilish, Marinette knew she was in trouble before he opened his mouth. “Well… I mean…”

She launched across the table to cover his mouth. “No! No. No. Do not finish that sentence. I do not want to know.” She held her hands over her ears and shook her head, “la la la la la la.”

“Just wanted to make sure you knew your options,” he answered in faux concern. “It’s apparently been so very, very long for you. Thought you might have forgotten.”

“You know,” she leaned closer to hiss her threat, “I can just leave and go back now to rectify that.”

“You could, but you won’t. You’d miss me too much.” He grinned his cheekiest Chat grin and chomped his bite dramatically. “It’ll happen,” he continued significantly more seriously, his tone soft and his eyes warm for just a moment before turning mischievous. “And it’ll be amazing.”

“And just exactly how do you know that? You’ve never even met him.”

“Because I can hear the way you two talk. I can see how you react to just his voice and his words. Plus, nobody with forearms like that can be bad in bed.”

Marinette gasped scandalized but quickly dropped the act and sighed dreamily as she thought of him. “God, I hope so. He has these shirts that he rolls up to just below his elbows. I swear it’s the same shirt just in different colors. I can’t prove it, but I think he bought them just for me.”

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Marinette’s ringer cut through the apartment attempting to cut through the passionate tension like a thrown axe. The quiet moans and whimpers gave way to a frustrated groan. Marinette fumbled blindly behind her, taking Roy with her as she bent back to reach the offending device since she refused to break the kiss until she finally got the phone in her hands. She glanced at it just long enough to silence it and toss it to the side so she could properly focus on Roy.

This was their night. Nothing was going to interrupt this time. Adrien would understand. There was nothing he could say that would make her answer that damn phone and remove herself from Roy’s lap. Lian was at Dick’s apartment and having an absolute blast. They had the entire apartment to themselves. All. Night. Long. And she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

She leisurely resettled herself on his lap making sure to rub against him as much as possible as she unnecessarily adjusted herself over and over again, playing with his jeans like they were the cause of the discomfort. The smile that spread on his lips was a combination of ecstatic and tortured. His eyes snapped to hers hungry and demanding when she tugged his shirt up. He leaned forward and raising his arms to give her the room to remove it, refusing to break their heady eye contact until the fabric broke the gaze.

He had just returned his hands to Marinette’s waist when her phone rang again. She started to reach for it, but he pulled her back against his chest and cupped her face as he kissed her like she might disappear if his lips disconnected from hers. “Ignore it,” he mumbled against her lips.

Marinette nodded, her hair brushing against his face feather light, acting as another source of torment. Every sensation was combining to be too much. He ran his hands unhurriedly down her arms and wrapped them around her back. He was just inching under the waistband of her pants when Marinette’s phone rang again. Marinette groaned loudly and grabbed it harshly.

Her expression perfectly reflected how Roy was feeling about the damned piece of technology. “Important?”

“Adrien,” she dismissed breathlessly. “He’ll be fine.” She turned the phone off and tossed it… somewhere, before returning her attention to Roy’s lips and letting her hands explore his newly exposed chest. She brushed her lips against his in a slow, languid caress, drawing it out like she was relishing the torture. His hands wandered up her back under her shirt then drew them back down, his nails digging in enough to make her effect on him know, but not enough to break the skin, not yet anyway.

He reached back up to unsnap her bra but froze at the sound of ringing from the chair across from them. He stared at the chair in confusion. It couldn’t be his phone, the ringer for his was turned off and in another room, and Marinette had turned her phone off. He’d seen her do it. “I thought you turned that off?”

“I did too,” she frowned, then eyed her bag suspiciously. She got up hesitantly, watching the phone like it might explode. “Let me just…” She jabbed the accept button with a growl. “This better be…” she started but froze, all the frustration melting from her face. “Wait, wha…” she cut off suddenly and paced back and forth, crossing the full length of the room a few times in the span of just a few seconds with only the occasional “Can you repeat that?”, “When”, and “What did he say then?”.

After a few passes of increasingly frantic pacing, she inhaled loudly enough for Roy to hear it even from across the room and he jumped up to cross to her, attempting to offer comfort. Before he reached her, she jolted to the television stand to grab her purse. “I’m so sorry, Roy. I’m so, so sorry.”

She finally looked over at him like she just remembered he was there, and he might have been annoyed if he hadn’t seen the anxious pacing and the panicked look in her eyes when she finally met his gaze. “Are you okay? Is Adrien?”

“He… yeah… no… It’s hard to… I have to go,” she stuttered, her eyes darting around the room, suddenly no longer able to meet his eyes.

She had started to edge toward the door, but Roy stopped her, pulling her back to him by the wrists before she could reach the doorknob. “Hey, take a breath for me, please.” He waited until she’d taken a breath and her pulse under his fingers had slowed, before continuing. “Are you okay to make it home? Do you need me to take you? Do you want me to get Oliver to send a jet to take you to Adrien?”

Her eyes finally met his again, and he could feel his own pulse slowing as well, because as soon as she met his gaze, the terror in her eyes eased. It was still very much there, but it looked like the edge had been taken off, enough that he no longer worried about her ability to make it home. “No, I’ll be fine. I just need to go.”

“Okay,” he nodded and pulled her into a tight hug, hoping he could pass his support and love to her through his touch. He pulled away to meet her gaze. “Be safe. If you need anything, anything, let me know.” He dipped in and kissed her forehead. “Love you.”

“Love you,” she repeated and pecked him quickly on the lips before running out.

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Okay, this was really it. Marinette was determined. This time was really when she and Roy were going to have a night to themselves. She’d said it before, but this time, it was going to happen… despite them already being behind due to her running just a bit late. But regardless, this was it. She nodded her head determinedly and knocked on the door. “Come in!” Roy’s muffled voice called out.

Marinette walked in and immediately froze. They were supposed to be having a romantic dinner but there was no food on the table, or in the kitchen. There was no scent of roasting or simmering or sauteing. On top of that, she could hear Lian’s giggles carrying throughout the apartment. Roy had sworn they were going to have the place to themselves.

Marinette sighed and dropped her bag on the floor. It looked like there was no reason for her to have brought an overnight bag after all. She shook her head like she could shake away the disappointment. Lian was here. She couldn’t act sad or disappointed and risk Lian thinking it was because of her. Something clearly came up… again. She and Roy were just going to have to plan better. Meanwhile, the three of them would enjoy spending the night together, maybe with some takeout.

The thought had just coalesced when there was a knock at the door. Marinette stared at the door for a second. Ask and ye shall receive, apparently. “Can you get the door?” Roy called from somewhere deep in the apartment.

She opened the door fully expecting pizza delivery, Lian’s favorite, but instead was met by two familiar faces, thought to be fair, they did come bearing pizza. “Uh… hi.” She waved awkwardly.

“Hey girly pop!” Mia cheered as she pushed past Marinette into the apartment and dropping the weekender bag from her shoulder onto one of the chairs.

Grant followed slower behind her, but his smile was just a little too knowing and smug, putting Marinette on edge. “Mari,” he nodded as he moved past her as well, a small stack of pizzas in hand, and dropped a backpack on top of Mia’s.

“Grant, Mia,” she greeted them politely, but her confusion was evident in her voice. “Roy? Mia and Grant are here.”

“Hey jerk, what if I’d had something breakable in there,” Mia growled.

“Guess you should have packed better then,” Grant shrugged with another smile, this one intending to annoy and very much hitting the mark.

Mia squared up against him, but Lian came running in just then followed by Roy also carrying a bag. “Aunt Mia! Uncle Grant! You’re here!” She launched herself at them barely giving Grant enough time to grab her before she crashed into the coffee table.

Roy chuckled and made his way across the room with twinkling eyes and came to a stop just behind her so he could wrap his arms around her waist and bent down to rest his chin on her shoulder. “I thought we were having dinner alone tonight. Is it a family night?” she asked quietly. She tried to keep the disappointment and frustration out of her voice, but judging by the way he chuckled lowly, she didn’t think she’d quite managed it.

“Not for us,” he assured her, and she could feel the smile against her neck. “I’m tired of the way our nights have been ending so I called in reinforcements. A series of babysitters, so even if one gets called away, there will be another.” Marinette turned her head to him with a snort. “So Lian is going to have a sleep over with Aunt Mia and Uncle Grant, with Dick and Jason on backup duty just in case the whole family has an issue.”

“So, they’re going to Oliver’s place for the night?”

Roy stood up straight and grinned brightly, completely proud of himself. “No, they’re staying here. We are going away.”

Marinette gasped and spun in his arms. “What? Where?”

“It never quite works when we stay in,” he murmured, “so we are going away for the entire weekend. In fact, we need to leave now if we have any hope of getting to the cabin before our food gets cold.”

Marinette blinked at him owlishly. “What?”

His grin somehow widened as the distance between them shrunk when his arms tightened his arms around her. “We are going away for the weekend alone.” He annunciated each word slowly. He dropped his head until his lips were brushing against her ear. “And we are going to enjoy every moment of it with one another and nobody else. Uninterrupted.”

“Really?” Marinette asked excitedly.

“No, so you better leave before we change our minds,” Grant grunted, his voice slightly muffled by Lian’s belly where he had been blowing raspberries moments before.

Mia snorted and shook her head. “Yes. Now get out of here.” She gave Marinette a quick hug from behind but hesitated to whisper, “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do… unless you’re going to come back with a sibling for Lian.”

Marinette squeaked and buried her face in Roy’s chest. She could feel his whole chest vibrating from his laughter. “Ready?” he whispered.

Marinette pulled away just enough to smile up at him. “Absolutely. Let’s go.”

“Anywhere with you, Fire Flower,” Roy grinned.

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It's the most iconic race in the world so it's deserved it's own post & playlist. I give you the all the drivers in the 2024 24 Hours of Le Mans racing tunes. Enjoy (even though this post is a little late). 😊

John Hartshorne (18th April 1957) - Malcolm Vaughan - The World Is Mine

Thomas Flohr (17th March 1960) - Bert Weedon - Big Beat Boogie

Claudio Schiavoni (14th November 1960) - Brenda Lee - I Want To Be Wanted

Satoshi Hoshino (7th April 1961) - Nat 'King' Cole - The World In My Arms

Johnny Laursen (16th February 1964) - Cliff Richard - Don't Talk To Him

George Kurtz (5th May 1965) - Pretty Things - Honey I Need

Hiroshi Koizumi (25th May 1969) - Marvin Gaye - I Heard It Through The Grapevine

Takeshi Kimura (22nd October 1970) - Tom Jones - I (Who Have Nothing)

Ben Keating (18th August 1971) - Gilbert O'Sullivan - We Will

John Falb (13th December 1971) - The Who - Let's See Action

Alexander Mattschull (2nd March 1972) - The Partridge Family - It's One Of Those Nights

Michael Wainwright (25th July 1973) - Stevie Wonder - You Are The Sunshine Of My Life

Rodrigo Sales (2nd November 1973) - Rod Stewart - Oh No Not My Baby

Ian James (22nd July 1974) - Main Ingredient - Just Don't Want To Be Lonely

Naveen Rao (21st May 1975) - Billy Swan - Don't Be Cruel

Giacomo Petrobelli (7th November 1975) - George Harrison - You

Hiroshi Hamaguchi (1st October 1976) - Smokey Robinson & The Miracles - Tears Of A Clown

Francois Perrodo (14th February 1977) - Fleetwood Mac - Go Your Own Way

Valentino Rossi (16th February 1979) - The Pretenders - Stop Your Sobbing

Sebastien Bourdais (28th February 1979) - Elvis Costello & The Attractions - Oliver's Army

Brendan Iribe (12th August 1979) - David Bowie - DJ

David Heinemeier Hansson (15th October 1979) - Secret Affair - Time For Action

Jenson Button (19th January 1980) - Rupert Holmes - Escape (The Pina Colada Song)

Scott Dixon (22nd July 1980) - Leo Sayer - More Than I Can Say

Ryan Hardwick (3rd October 1980) - Gladys Knight & The Pips - Taste Of Bitter Love

Frederic Makowiecki (22nd November 1980) - David Bowie - Fashion

Ahmad Al Harthy (31st August 1981) - Central Line - Walking Into Sunshine

Patrick Pilet (8th October 1981) - Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Souvenir

Andre Lotterer (19th November 1981) - The Four Tops - When She Was My Girl

Loic Duval (12th June 1982) - Danger Danger - Comin' Home

Jose Maria Lopez (26th April 1983) - Eurthymics - Love Is A Stranger

P.J Hyett (10th August 1983) - Shakin' Stevens - It's Late

Augusto Farfus (3rd September 1983) - Paul Young - Wherever I Lay My Hat (That's My Home)

Francois Heriau (25th October 1983) - Hot Streak - Body Work

Neel Jani (8th December 1983) - Robert Plant - In The Mood

Richard Lietz (17th December 1983) - Ann Breen - Pal Of My Cradle Days

Alessandro Pier Guidi (18th December 1983) - Black Lace - Superman

Oliver Jarvis (9th January 1984) - Lionel Richie - Running With The Night

James Cottingham (21st January 1984) - Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield

Daniel Serra (24th February 1984) - Bourgie Bourgie - Breaking Point

Franck Perara (21st March 1984) - World Famous Supreme Team - Hey DJ

Nicolas Lapierre (2nd April 1984) - Rockwell - Somebody's Watching Me

Arnold Robin (7th October 1984) - Orange Juice - Lean Period

Matteo Cressoni (28th October 1984) - Tracey Ullman - Helpless

Nick Tandy (5th November 1984) - Paul McCartney - No More Lonely Nights

Robert Kubica (7th December 1984) - Meat Loaf - Nowhere Fast

Ben Hanley (22nd January 1985) - Bronski Beat - It Ain't Necessarily So

Filipe Albuquerque (13th June 1985) - Bruce Springsteen - Born In The USA

Salih Yoluc (22nd August 1985) - Maria Vidal - Body Rock

Renger Van Der Zande (16th February 1986) - The Damned - Eloise

Rahel Frey (23rd February 1986) - Madonna - Dress You Up

Maxime Martin (20th March 1986) - Dee C Lee - Come Hell Or Waters High

Paul Di Resta (16th April 1986) - Simple Minds - Sanctify Yourself

Romain Grosjean (17th April 1986) - Jim Diamond - Hi Ho Silver

Mathias Beche (28th June 1986) - Madonna - Live To Tell

Davide Rigon (26th August 1986) - Pam Hall - Dear Boopsie

Kamui Kobayashi (13th September 1986) - Modern Talking - Brother Louie

Rene Rast (26th October 1986) - Marti Webb & The Simon May Orchestra - Always There

Edoardo Mortara (12th January 1987) - Mick Karn - Buoy

Francesco Castellacci (4th April 1987) - Lionel Richie - Se La

Alex Malykhin (17th August 1987) - Total Contrast - Jody

Tom Van Rompuy (8th September 1987) - Marshall Hain - Dancin' In The City

Darren Leung (25th September 1987) - ABC - The Night You Murdered Love

Jean-Karl Vernay (31st October 1987) - Rick Astley - Whenever You Need Somebody

Nicky Catsburg (15th February 1988) - The Cure - Hot Hot Hot

Paul Lafarque (8th July 1988) - Natalie Cole - Everlasting

Daniel Mancinelli (23rd July 1988) - Maxi Priest - Wild World

Colin Braun (22nd September 1988) - The Beatmasters & PP Arnold - Burn It Up

Kevin Estre (28th October 1988) - Bobby McFerrin - Don't Worry By Happy

Sebastien Buemi (31st October 1988) - Robert Palmer - She Makes My Day

Miguel Molina (17th February 1989) - Big Country - Peace In Our Time

Sarah Bovy (15th May 1989) - Royal House ft Ian Star - A Better Way

Christopher Mies (24th May 1989) - Swing Out Sister - You On My Mind

James Calado (13th June 1989) - Robert Palmer - Change His Ways

Matt Bell (5th November 1989) - Erasure - Drama!

Marco Wittmann (24th November 1989) - D Mob Introducing Cathy Dennis - C'mon And Get My Love

Brendon Hartley (10th November 1989) - Phil Collins - Another Day In Paradise

Mirko Bortolotti (10th January 1990) - Inner City - Whatcha Gonna Do With My Lovin'

Andrea Caldarelli (14th February 1990) - The Beloved - Hello

Stephane Richelmi (17th March 1990) - David A Stewart ft Candy Dulfer - Lily Was Here

Ollie Millroy (21st April 1990) - Lloyd Cole - Don't Look Back

Jean-Eric Vergne (25th April 1990) - MC Duke - The Final Conflict

Earl Bamber (9th July 1990) - Luciano Pavarotti - Nessun Dorma

Michael Christensen (28th August 1990) - DNA ft Suzanne Vega - Tom's Diner

Marco Sorensen (6th September 1990) - Happy Mondays - Step On

Matthias Kaiser (22nd January 1991) - Alexander O'Neal - All True Man

Jack Hawksworth (28th February 1991) - Patsy Cline - I Fall To Pieces

Ryan Cullen (26th March 1991) - The Bee Gees - Secret Love

Ben Barker (23rd April 1991) - Inspiral Carpets - Caravan

Daniel Juncadella (7th May 1991) - Pet Shop Boys - Where The Streets Have No Name

Laurens Vanthoor (8th May 1991) - Vic Reeves & The Roman Numerals - Born Free

Jordan Taylor (10th May 1991) - K-Klass - Rhythm Is A Mystery

Will Stevens (28th June 1991) - Divinyls - I Touch Myself

Klaus Bachler (27th July 1991) - Amy Grant - Baby Baby

Robin Frijns (7th August 1991) - Voice Of The Beehive - Monsters And Angels

Jakub Smiechowski (11th October 1991) - Gloria Estefan - Live For Loving You

Paul-Loup Chatin (19th October 1991) - Oleta Adams - Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me

Harry Tincknell (29th October 1991) - Public Enemy - Can't Truss It

Nicolas Costa (14th November 1991) - Love And Money - Winter

Rene Binder (1st January 1992) - James - Sound

Nico Muller (25th February 1992) - Texas - Alone With You

Stoffel Vandoorne (26th March 1992) - The Charlatans - Weirdo

Zacharie Robichon (31st May 1992) - Michael Jackson - In The Closet

Norman Nato (8th July 1992) - KWS - Please Don't Go

Felipe Nasr (21st August 1992) - Luther Vandross & Janet Jackson - The Best Things In Life Are Free

Alex Lynn (17th September 1993) - Pet Shop Boys - Go West

Pipo Derani (12th October 1993) - Salt-N-Pepa - Shoop

Antonio Giovinazzi (14th December 1993) - Brian May - Last Horizon

Michelle Gatting (31st December 1993) - Belinda Carlisle - Lay Down Your Arms

Alex Riberas (27th January 1994) - Peabo Bryson & Regina Belle - A Whole New World

Ryo Hirakawa (7th March 1994) - Morrissey - The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get

Giorgio Roda (18th March 1994) - Urban Cookie Collective - Sail Away

Daniil Kvyat (26th April 1994) - Roxette - Sleeping In My Car

Mathieu Jaminet (24th October 1994) - Take That - Sure

Matthieu Vaxiviere (3rd December 1994) - Sophie B Hawkins - Don't Don't Tell Me No

Raffaele Marciello (17th December 1994) - PJ & Duncan - Eternal Love

Mikkel Jensen (31st December 1994) - Pearl Jam - Spin The Black Circle

Nyck De Vries (6th February 1995) - M People - Open Your Heart

Matt Campbell (17th February 1995) - MN8 - I've Got A Little Something For You

Alessio Rovera (22nd June 1995) - Pizzaman - Sex On The Streets

Charlie Eastwood (11th August 1995) - Oasis - Some Might Say

Jack Aitken (23rd September 1995) - Vanessa Williams - Colours Of The Wind

Dennis Olsen (14th April 1996) - Oasis - Supersonic

Antonio Fuoco (20th May 1996) - Kavana - Crazy Chance

Matteo Cairoli (1st June 1996) - Gloria Estefan - Reach

Kelvin Van Der Linde (20th June 1996) - Blur - Charmless Man

James Allen (4th July 1996) - Gina G - Ooh Aah.. Just A Little Bit

Larry Ten Voorde (2nd November 1996) - Los Del Rio - Macarena

Sean Gelael (1st November 1996) - Huff & Puff - Help Me Make It

Ben Barnicoat (20th December 1996) - Phil Collins - Dance Into The Light

Mikkel O.Pedersen (26th January 1997) - The Prodigy - Poison

Nicklas Nielsen (6th February 1997) - Kavana - I Can Make You Feel Good

Ben Tuck (3rd March 1997) - Space - Dark Clouds

Alex Palou (1st April 1997) - Spice Girls - Who Do You Think You Are

Louis Deletraz (22nd April 1997) - Michelle Gayle - Sensational

Ferdinand Habsburg (20th June 1997) - Sneaker Pimps - Six Underground

Laurents Horr (11th September 1997) - Refugee Allstars & Lauryn Hill - The Sweetest Thing

Frederik Schandorff (26th December 1997) - Course - Best Love

Dries Vanthoor (20th April 1998) - Ultra - Say You Do

Erwan Bastard (9th June 1998) - Solid Harmonie - I Want You To Want Me

Job Van Uitert (10th October 1998) - Ultra - The Right Time

Callum Ilott (11th November 1998) - Culture Club - I Just Wanna Be Loved

Mick Schumacher (22nd March 1999) - Men Of Vizion - Do You Feel Me? (Freak You)

Marino Sato (12th May 1999) - Melky Sedeck - Raw

Sheldon Van Der Linde (13th May 1999) - Busta Rhymes ft Janet Jackson - What's It Gonna Be?

Fabio Scherer (13th June 1999) - Bjork - All Is Full Of Love

Riccardo Pera (4th July 1999) - Salt Tank - Dimension

Julien Andlauer (5th July 1999) - Luscious Jackson - Ladyfingers

Phil Hanson (5th July 1999) - Tina Cousins - Forever

Ritomo Miyata (10th August 1999) - Lolly - Viva La Radio

Robert Shwartzman (16th September 1999) - Paul Johnson - Get Get Down

Bent Viscaal (18th September 1999) - Supergrass - Moving

Rui Andrade (23rd September 1999) - Lauryn Hill - Everything Is Everything

Gregoire Saucy (26th December 1999) - Holly Johnson - The Power Of Love

Scott Huffaker (28th December 1999) - Leann Rimes - Crazy

Felipe Drugovich (23rd May 2000) - Mel C & Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopes - Never Be The Same Again

Timur Boguslavskiy (30th April 2000) - Andreas Johnson - Glorious

Yifei Ye (16th June 2000) - Peter Lazonby - Sacred Cycles

Sebastian Baud (6th July 2000) - Morgan - Flying High

Oliver Rasmussen (6th November 2000) - Texas - In Demand

Nicolas Varrone (6th November 2000) - Darude - Feel The Beat

Jean-Baptiste Simmenauer (19th November 2000) - Robbie Williams & Kylie Minogue - Kids

Clement Novalak (23rd December 2000) - Kandi - Don't Think I'm Not

Alex Quinn (29th December 2000) - Britney Spears - Stronger

Simon Mann (10th February 2001) - ATB ft York - The Fields Of Love

Roman De Angelis (15th February 2001) - Ash - Shining Light

Charles Milesi (4th March 2001) - Spooks - Things I've Seen

Joel Sturm (28th November 2001) - Dido - Hunter

Frederik Vesti (13th January 2002) - Westlife - Queen Of My Heart

Olli Caldwell (11th June 2002) - Sugababes - Freak Like Me

Bijoy Garg (15th July 2002) - The Prodigy - Baby's Got A Temper

Antonio Serravalle (18th September 2002) - Nore - Nothin'

Reshad De Gerus (1st July 2003) - Flaming Lips - Fight Test

Malthe Jakobsen (29th October 2003) - Sheryl Crow - The First Cut Is The Deepest

Carl Bennett (2nd September 2004) - Stonebridge ft Therese - Put Em High

Esteban Masson (18th September 2004) - Easyworld - How Did It Ever Come To This

Nico Pino (21st September 2004) - Kylie Minogue - Slow

Kyffin Simpson (9th October 2004) - The 411 - Dumb

Nolan Siegel (8th November 2004) - Kaiser Chiefs - I Predict A Riot

Lorenzo Fluxa (23rd November 2004) - Daniel Bedingfield - Nothing Hurts Like Love

Jonas Ried (18th December 2004) - Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten

Vladislav Lomko (27th December 2004) - Electric Six - Radio Gaga

Morris Schuring (20th February 2005) - Keane - Bedshaped

Maceo Capietto (12th January 2006) - James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover

Conrad Laursen (11th May 2006) - Beyonce ft Slim Thug - Check On It

And here is the link to the playlist 😊

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