#sin-tentional

[delulujuls]

tinder buddies | ln4

hi! i have no idea how to comment on that. i've got inspiration from the rumors that are now going on twitter and tiktok about lando and his activity in sm and i thought man, i need to write something in this narrative because sexting with him??? scuse me??? but of course all of this is fiction and and i dont have any statement on the rumors about lan, mostly because all of these are rumors and not facts. anyway, pls leave his poor papaya ass alone and enjoy this instead!

summary: when you met your tinder buddy irl and realize how indeed world is small

warnings: masturbation on cam (both male and female), bit of swearing, in general alott of sexual tention

pairing: fem!journalist!reader x lando norris

Y/N thought that she was good at what she was doing. She thought that despite her young age she fit in the world of motorsport really well. Sometimes it even crossed her mind that she was no different from her older colleagues, what's more, sometimes she even thought that she was better than them. However, she admitted this only to herself with complete modesty and behind tightly closed doors.

Apart from the fact that Y/N was a really good journalist whose career was growing at a surprising pace, at the end of the day she was just a twenty-two-year-old girl who, like many other twenty-two-year-old girls in the world, had her smaller and bigger sins.

Y/N breathed heavily as she entered her hotel room. She set her suitcase and bag aside, taking off her shoes and plopping down on the bed. It was well after midnight, her flight was delayed by several hours and she was simply exhausted by the passing day. Even though she was excited about the events that awaited her in a few hours, right now she was just tired. However, she knew perfectly well what would help her relax before going to sleep. Not so much what, but who.

The girl unlocked her phone and easily found the Instagram icon, clicking on it and going straight to the messages. She entered the first conversation and was about to write some prosaic message, but she didn't have time to type out half of the sentence when a new message appeared in the chat.

"u up?"

Y/N smiled to herself. It looked like she could count on a pleasant end to the day.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing"

The reply message appeared a moment later.

"i was waiting for you to be available. i thought the evening would be wasted"

"And yet you see, surprise"

The person on the other end smiled and untied the drawstring on his sweatpants. He quickly wrote his answer with one hand.

"wanna call?"

"I think you know the answer"

She smiled and reached for the switch and turned off the light, pressing the camera icon with her other hand.

Y/N and the boy she had been messaging with for a little over a month knew next to nothing about each other. She had a private account and a few photos, he had a black icon and an empty profile. He only knew her name, she only the first letter of his. They met on Tinder, their profiles there looked quite similar. She has a few photos, more of the body than the face, he has the same, mostly in black and white. They had never seen each other's faces, but they knew each other's bodies inside and out.

Y/N placed her phone on the table and leaned it against the lamp, which she turned on a moment later. The light from it was dim, but it illuminated her body enough. The angle her phone was at only showed her from the neck down. She was perfect at maintaining her privacy.

"New background?"

He asked, seeing that the surroundings behind her were different from those he had seen before. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head, leaving her in only a bra and a thin t-shirt.

"I'm away from home"

"Work?"

"Too many questions"

There was quiet laughter on the other side. He liked her temperament. He liked her curves even more and the sounds she made when, at his command, she pushed her fingers inside her and brought herself to orgasm. Yes, he liked that too.

"Yeah, you're right. Strip."

Y/N pulled the t-shirt over her head and her interlocutor saw a red, lace bra that he never seen on her before. He smiled and ran his hand over his crotch. He felt a chill run through him.

"You look good, baby. Red suits you"

She laughed and pushed her hair behind her shoulders.

"Is this the first time you gonna tell me to keep my bra on?"

"For now, yes. I'd love to look at it for a while" he squeezed his cock and began to lightly massage it through the fabric. "You know what to do, dont'cha?"

Y/N bit her lip and lifted her hands, placing them gently on her shoulders. She slowly moved them down her body and when she found her breasts, she slowly started massaging them in circular motions. She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly, hearing the sigh that came from her phone. He watched her carefully, following her every move.

"Take it off," he said after a while, "It's pretty, but I think I prefer you without it."

She quickly took off her bra and threw it aside. He smiled at the sight of her breasts. Y/N returned to them, continuing their massage. As she lightly pinched her nipples, she moaned softly. His cock vibrated at the sound that came from his headphones. He smiled.

"Does it feel good, baby?"

"Mhm, yeah" she answered, looking again at her phone "But you're playing unfair again. I have to see you too."

He chuckled and shook his head.

"You don't let me enjoy you"

He replied and put down the phone, quickly pulling his shirt over his head. He fell back on the pillows and turned on the light on his phone. Y/N smiled at the sight of the familiar, slightly tanned and toned torso. Her interlocutor didn't see it, but she smiled even more when he tightened his hand on his cock, which was now clearly visible on the gray material of his trousers.

"Take off the rest of your clothes and lie down"

He ordered. Y/N obediently lay down, taking off her pants and underwear. When the rustle of fabric could be heard on the other side, he easily freed himself from his pants and tight, slightly damp boxers. He spat on his hand and spread the saliva over his cock, feeling it tighten under his touch. Fuck, what he would give if instead of his hand it was this tiny hand that disappeared between the pair of thighs he saw on the screen of his phone.

The girl complied with his command and he saw her middle finger slowly sinking inside her, only to come out after a while covered with her juices.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, "You're so wet, baby."

“I wish you were here and licked me clean.”

Y/N said, rubbing her clit. She felt that she wouldn't need much to reach orgasm.

Her interlocutor smiled under his breath, but she wasn't able to see it.

"I'm afraid that i would make you even more wet."

"Someone has quite an ego here"

"I know my capabilities, baby."

She snorted under her breath and made herself more comfortable, inserting her finger into herself again. First one, quite slowly, and soon she added another one. A long moan filled the hotel room as she began to move them, imagining that it was not her but him who was fucking her. And not with his fingers, but with his wet, hard cock.

"Yeah, just like that, baby. Keep going."

His eyes carefully followed the screen and the activities taking place on it. His hand moved smoothly over his cock, his lips were slightly opened. As he was stroking himself, the glass of his watch on his wrist reflected the light from the phone. He wore it every time they cam together. Y/N didn't know anything about watches, so she didn't know what brand it was or whether it was expensive. They never talked about it, honestly, they basically never had a normal chat. However, he once asked her about the tattoo on her forearm, just below the inner bend of her elbow. He noticed it after the first time they met on camera. When it was all over and they were about to hang up and return to their real lives, he asked about it.

"What does 33 mean?"

He asked when the girl started getting dressed.

"What?"

"Tattoo on your arm"

The girl looked at her forearm and only then did she understand what he was asking about.

"I can't tell you because you'll make fun of me"

Hearing this, he smiled. Not because there was probably some stupid story behind it, but because the girl was concerned about not looking bad in front of him. Even though they absolutely didn't know each other.

"I barely know your name, I don't know why I would make fun of you."

Y/N was silent for a moment, glancing at her tattoo and lightly stroking it with her thumb.

"Do you know Formula 1?"

He smiled and nodded. His reaction, however, was beyond her reach.

"I know a thing or two"

"My favorite driver drives with this number. Well, actually he did, now his number is 1. But for me it will still be associated with 33"

The girl explained. She felt a bit embarrassed to expose herself to him, especially with something like this. However, he did not laugh at her or comment on her confession in any negative way.

"I have a friend who is also involved in motorsport and has the same number. Actually, not anymore, because he also had to change it. But for me it will also be associated only with 33"

Y/N smiled at his words. Sometimes she wondered if they could become friends and get to know each other a little better. But then she decided to come down to earth and remind herself that she had no time for relationships or friendships. Now the most important thing for her is work and career, everything else can wait. After all, no one will satisfy her as much as herself. Right?

"Fuck, I could fill you so good, baby," he moaned, gasping for breath. He felt that he was only seconds away from orgasm "You have no idea how much pleasure I would give you."

The girl's lips were opened, her eyelids were shut tightly. She massaged her clit with her left hand and moved the fingers of her right hand inside her in quick, uneven movements.

"I'm about to- I…oh my god-"

“Yes, baby, thats it" he gasped, speeding up "Cum for me.”

She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. The moment her back arched, she heard a long "fuck" coming from her phone. He came shortly after her, staining his toned abs with his sperm. He squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back, trying to calm his breathing. There was silence on both sides for a moment, neither of them moving an inch.

After some time, Y/N sat on the bed and reached for a tissue, wiping her hands on it.

"I have to go now. I have a lot of work waiting for me tomorrow."

"Me too. I wanted to let you know that we may not be able to have a call tomorrow."

He answered, also wiping himself.

“It's okay, no big deal,” Y/N replied and took one last look at the muscled, tanned torso visible on her phone screen, “Good night. And good luck with your chores tomorrow.”

“Good night, baby. You too.”

She smiled and reached for her phone, ending the call. Exhausted from the previous day and the evening cam session, she just buried herself in the blanket and shortly after fell asleep. The next day, when her alarm went off, she was full of energy despite several hours of sleep. She couldn't wait for saturday's qualifying and all she was thinking about as she was getting ready was whether she would be able to get good material.

As she put on her red bra, she smiled involuntarily as she remembered last night. She wondered if he had already gotten lost in the whirlwind of his today's duties. Y/N quickly got dressed, gathered her things and, putting her pass around her neck, left the hotel. When she got to the track and was in the paddock, she couldn't think about anything else. Her only thoughts revolved around what was going to happen on the track in a few dozen minutes. However, for a split second she wondered what her tinder buddy actually knew about Formula 1. Maybe they could have something to talk about? Maybe she could even take him to some grand prix?

Her thoughts disappeared when she noticed Lando Norris hanging around the McLaren garage. The girl asked the cameraman to prepare the equipment and she would ask the Brit if he would be willing to have a short conversation. She squeezed the microphone in her hand and without thinking, she approached him, introducing herself and asking if it was possible to record a short conversation.

Hearing her name, his heart did a flip. He knew that name very well.

"Sure, no problem"

He replied with a smile, obviously not revealing himself, and ran his hand through his hair. The glass of the watch strapped to his wrist gleamed in the sunlight. Y/N had seen this watch before. Many times.

The girl smiled back and, hearing his agreement, gave a thumbs up to the cameraman. When she raised her hand, the sleeve of her shirt rolled up, and Lando's eyes involuntarily caught the tattoo on her forearm. A slight 33, just below the bend in the elbow.

He felt a sudden wave of heat wash over him. It's a coincidence, right? It must be.

"How's your mood before qualifying?"

Y/N asked, putting the microphone down and straightening her shirt. As she was arranging her collar, Lando's eyes caught a glimpse of her red bra strap. He smiled to himself and looked down. He wondered how many accidents and coincidences had come together in the universe and resulted in this situation.

"What? Something wrong?"

The girl asked, not knowing what made him react like that.

He shook his head and after a moment looked up again. He looked at the girl carefully. However, she was completely lost and looked at him questioningly.

"Sorry, as you can probably see, my mood is great. I'm positive about today's qualifying."

Y/N tentatively gripped her microphone. When the cameraman approached them, they started recording the footage and she had no time to analyze Lando's strange behavior. In fact, it was possible that this was their first and last conversation ever, so why should she care about it. When they managed to record a short material, Y/N thanked him and wished him successful qualifications. After that everyone went their separate ways.

Immediately after entering the garage, Lando found his phone buried in a pile of his things. He quickly entered his latest conversation on Instagram and, without thinking, decided to send the girl a message. Worst case scenario, he'll just make a fool of himself, which isn't a big deal since they don't know each other at all. At best, he would spend tonight as he had long dreamed of.

"ure even prettier than i thought, baby."

Y/N felt a vibration in her pants pocket and without thinking, she unlocked her phone. She was surprised to see a notification coming from Instagram, and she was even more surprised when she noticed who sent her the message. After reading it, she felt a cold sweat break out on her. However, she decided to think and act soberly.

"How do you know what I look like?"

"turn around"

Lando replied quickly and leaned against the threshold of his garage. The girl clutched her phone in her hands and obeyed his command with her heart beating wildly. Lando smiled at her, holding his still unlocked phone. Y/N felt a lack of saliva in her mouth. It's impossible, it's not really happening.

"Are you sure we're looking at the same person?"

She replied, having difficulty pressing the appropriate keys with her fingers. He was amused by her reaction. This whole situation didn't make sense to him. It was crazy.

"im looking at a pretty neat journalist with a mad bunda who has a tattoo with my friend's racing number. and u?"

Y/N blushed. Fuck. It's him.

"I see that your jumpsuit is a little tight in some places."

Lando snorted under his breath. The girl wasn't lying. The whole situation made quite an impression on him.

Y/N bit her lip and looked up. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't arousing.

"u know exactly why its tight"

"I guess I have to find out in real life. The camera likes to lie."

When she sent the message, she looked up again and their eyes locked. The Brit winked at her and quickly replied, turning on his heel and disappearing into the depths of the garage.

"my driver's room in five minutes. ill be happy to dispel your doubts"

[fanaticsnail]

Oh snail, i know you already have a long list of WIPs (i can't wait to read them) and your Inbox is probably already full with requests, so i understand if its not in the cards right now.

I was just wondering what the kid-pirates would do, or how they would react if ther precious doc-reader is the one that was injured badly or was very sick. Especialy how Killer would react after that romantic tention between them (i need more of that 😩). I don't have a particular song in mind, because the seires already has a vibe to it, hope thats okay.

I wish you a wonderful day/night/evening! 💕Sooo looking forward to your next work, whatever it may be 🐢

I love you for this prompt, @daydreamer-in-training. Thank you!

Sit your ass down, would ya, Doc?

Hey Doc Masterlist here

Word Count: 2,000+

Synopsis: You've taken care of your crew and nursed them back to health from their flus... but now it's your turn. The Kid-Pirates do their best to take care of the worlds worst patient, their doctor: you.

Themes: platonic!kid-pirates, eustass kid x gn!reader, swearing, illness, comforting, taking medication, kid is a bit of a dom, doc is a bit of a bra, you're the kid-pirate doctor: the crew calls you 'doc'.

Notes: I am currently struggling with the flu myself, and this was simply too cute to not write about. Thank you for your ask, it's been fun to write about!

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sinning-23 @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @nerium-lil

“Hey, Doc? Did we need any more petroleum jelly from the-...?” the fire breather called beside you, hating when you turned to face him, “...-Shit, Doc. You look like absolute balls today.” 

Rolling your swollen, glassy and red eyes at him, you draw another tissue from your counter and sneeze into it. The silky tissue felt like sandpaper over your leaky nose, the skin splitting surrounding your nostrils and leaving small stains of red on the pale paper.

“Always so full of compliments and kindness, Heat,” you huff out, your voice sounding hoarse and cracking along with every word. Heat cringed, recoiling away from you with eyes narrowed in sympathy. You attempt to breathe through your blocked nose, no air passing through the dual nostrils.

Treating the crew for the past two weeks, and nursing them to health in recovering from the flu, had finally caught up with you. You felt both cold and hot at the same time, your skin both dry and sticky with sweat. Mind swelling and cracking behind the tense throbbing throughout your brain caused a dull ache ringing in your ears and fogging your mind.

“I-... I’m just saying, Doc,” he reiterated in defense of himself, “You don’t look too good. Maybe you ought to sit out from the in-land trip to restock. Stay home on the Victoria Punk?” Heat suggested with a soft smile and a subtle shrug.

“What?” you grunted out a cough, “And leave you lot to restock my clinic for me? Not fucking like-...” coughing into another tissue, your glassy eyes pricked at the corners and began to spill out and down your cheeks, “...-likely.” 

Heat’s smile fled from his face, his lip downturning in sympathy. He shook his head and extended his hand out to you, gesturing you to follow him out through the door towards the deck. You attempt to sniff back another intake of air to reopen your nose to no avail. Following on, you trudge somberly towards the top deck where the crew were all waiting to step foot onto the pier. 

Without drawing attention to yourself, your eyes squinted lazily to compensate for the pain the sun caused your mind. With each achy step, you attempted to bite back the ache your body was going through. Barely aware of your surroundings, you gesture in the medicinal remedy booths at town square for herbs, ointments and aromatic fragrances. 

As you reached into your pocket to pull out your small folder of Berry, a large right forearm reached over your shoulder and paid the vendor before you could. Rolling your eyes, you turn to look at the scowling grimace of your captain, Eustass Kid, baring his rage down at you. Attempting to roll your eyes at him again, you clenched them tightly shut instead as the world became far too bright to process.

“Captain,” you acknowledge him with a clumsy nod, fighting the urge to not to fall over with the vertigo overcoming you. He growled at you immediately, gesturing to Wire beside him to gather the supplies and walk back to the ship. 

“You’re a real fuckin’ idiot, aren’t ya, Doc?” he spat, scolding you with his heavy growl. You laughed at him, shaking your swirling head and beginning to walk beside him. Your overexertion and sleep deprivation caught up with you as you tripped over an uneven divot in the rocky path.

“I'm not into degradation, Cap,” you respond in a half-joking hum, your eyes feeling heavy and weighted, “Not my kink. Might be yours, though, considering the amount of times I yell at you to hold you accountable.” That comment earnt you another low growl from your captain, his face turning a few shades darker than his hair. 

He turned to face you at his side, his lips curling as if to speak. As he opened his lips, he was lost for words as you fell into him, bracing yourself against him to steady your walk. He caught you in his right arm, bringing his face down towards you and brows knitting with concern. Turning towards Wire, he cocked his chin to the side to usher him on towards the ship. 

With no further warning, Kid dipped at the knees and hoisted you up into his chest beneath your thighs. He curled his bicep and hooked your head beneath his chin and cradled you firmly into him. Under usual circumstances, you would’ve fought this tooth and nail.

You do not enjoy being manhandled by the crew, especially by your captain. While you enjoy the embrace once in a while with your more sensitive crewmates, particularly Bubblegum, the Captain has only ever been this close to you when he’s sparring with you.

“C’mon Doc, I'll get you seen to,” he grunted down at your position curled into his chest, “I’ve-... And the-...” his words trailed off, the fever raising your temperature higher and prompting you to seek out sleep against his pectoral. 

Voices and words fade in and out of your ears, a slow drawl and murmurs of several of your crewmates swelling around your assumed resting spot for the day. The room wasn’t physically moving, even though your vertigo suggested it was. 

“When was the last time Doc’s had a day off?” you recognised the feminine voice of Quincy in the room beside you. Several grunts and incessant babbling reverberated around the room, prompting you to flutter your eyelashes open and push through the pain. 

“Doc!” you cringed as a body almost flew into your bed, sitting on the plush sheets beside you, “You’re awake! I’m so happy to see you’re up!” You wince, slowly waving Bubblegum away, swatting at his zig-zagged head.

“Off, off,” you shooed him, wincing as you shrugged your duvet off your thighs and swung your legs over the side of the bed. As you began to wobble to your feet, the booming voice of your captain called over the chatter of the room,

“Sit your ass down, would ya, Doc?” he growled, striding over in intentional steps and giving you a shove from his right hand in the middle of your chest, “The medics here said you need a week in bed to rest. Sit down.” You growled at him, doing your best to gather the strength to growl at him. 

“If I’ve been prescribed ‘rest’,” you began, gesturing to the crewmates surrounding your current room, “Why the fuck are you all here?” Several sheepish mutters surround the room, a few members pinching the scruffs of their necks, a few more wringing their hands in front of their waists. 

Your captain clapped his hand on your shoulder, pushing you to lay back down and wrangling you into your bedsheets. Refusing to go down without a fight this time, you wriggled in his grip and fought both the fever and the strong arm of your captain. 

“For fucks sake, Doc!” Kid yelled at you, pushing and shoving you down into the very comfortable and unfamiliar bed in front of the crew. “Just lay down and rest, damn it! Go back to sleep.” You wriggled harder. 

“No!” you yelled defiantly, kicking off the duvet and fighting each and every time your captain attempted to shove you into your bed. Kid looked around to the crew, angled his chin sharply to wordlessly order them to leave the room. As they left, Kid turned back towards you and crawled up onto the bed. 

“You are more of a pain in the ass than that fucking bullet to the buttcheek,” he growled, climbing over you and baring down his weight onto your smaller frame. Straddling your thighs, he placed his knees on your open palms and successfully pinned you beneath him. He pressed his forearm over your chest and gave you a firm shove to force you to lay down. You had no choice but to thump your head back into the plush pillow behind your head. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you clench your jaw and growl behind your lips. The rumble in your throat hurt the raw swell in your jugular, but you pushed past it to air your frustrations at him regardless. The chuckle from your captain above you only served to propel your anger to rise higher. 

“Yeah, yeah. Growl and groan all you want,” he scoffed at you, pinning your chest with his bicep while reaching his hand between you and gathering the blankets in his fist. Slowly raising it up, he continued his place straddling your thighs until he thought you would no longer fight him. 

“Why are you doing this, Captain?” you snarl at him, finally opening your eyes to gaze up into his eyes. He smirked at you in response, pressing his palm to your forehead and clicking his tongue at the temperature. 

“Because,” he leaned over to the bedside, taking two small spherical tablets into his hand, “We love you, Doc.” He leaned back over you, gesturing with his chin for you to part your lips. You take a moment to snarl at him before complying, parting your lips and allowing him to place the bitter tablets on your tongue. 

He leaned back over to the bedside, finding a glass of water and bringing it down to your lips. Tilting the glass slowly as it brushed with your bottom lip, he carefully fed you a sip of water to take the pills with. Placing the glass back over on the table, he drew his attention to the small amount of water seeping from the corner of your lip.

“Now, be a good Doctor and get loved on, idiot,” he softly huffed, his voice low and husky as he leaned forward. He used the pad of his thumb to gently collect the spill of water from the corner of your lips. Your eyes never ceased its glare up at him. He grinned tauntingly down at you, arching his brow and ensuring you swallowed the tablets. 

“Get off, Captain,” you growled at him, bucking your hips up in an attempt to remove him from your body. He cackled his rumbled laugh down at you in response, shaking his head. 

“You gonna get up again if I do?” he asked, leaning down and caressing your cheek in a gentle stroke. His eyes held nothing but mischievous mockery, but his hand felt like it was gently coaxing you to comply with what he asked. 

“No, I’ll behave,” you snarled at him. His laugh was genuine this time, low and gentle. Slowly backing off you, he slid off your body before adjusting the sheets and smoothing them over. 

“Good,” he nodded, beginning to leave the room by the door off to the side of the room. Halting at the door, he fought with himself for a moment before looking at you over his shoulder and uttering, “I’ll-… I’ll get Kil to check on you in a few hours. Get some rest, okay?”

What he said next was something you weren’t expecting to come from his lips. In all the time you served with him, he only ever called you ‘Doc’, or ‘Doctor.’ You were your title, and you appreciated that about the crew. You were Doc, only ever Doc. But what he said changed all that.

After he uttered the word “okay,” it was immediately followed by your name. Waiting a few moments, you responded in a cadence just above a whisper. 

“I’ll be right where you left me, Kid,” you replied with a soft smile back at him. He closed his eyes, offering you a reflection of your smile in return before it grew back into its usual mischievous face. 

“Good,” he again offered you, scrunching his nose up at you and looking up through his red eyelashes at you, “Otherwise I would’ve gotten your doting daddy to come coddle his whiny baby.” Your eyes went wide, your jaw clenching and your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. 

Eustass Kid just laughed in response, exiting the room and giving you both the time and space you needed to recover. Your recovery was not only the flu, but of the second hand embarrassment that Killer must’ve relayed to Kid what he’d said to you in the consultation room. Either that, or you left the shell of your Den-Den accidentally activated from when you spoke with your captain earlier in the day.

Either way, you pouted as you did as you were told and huffed back into your bed and went to sleep: the paracetamol activating and stilling your swelling head and masking the undertones of pain in your body.

[the-great-rabbit-hole]

What is the meaning of Tumblr? What is the meaning of it all? Why are we here? Why did destiny bring me here? I stayed and I love it here, but I don't understand ...why

;

Its a good question to make!

I Will tell you the whole recipe for you to be in God mode In 20 years

There you go:

" i had ascended the physical plain, around my flesh and substance , i passed plain after plain until i find myself transcended to dark gate wich i have adopted , that has a screaming and horryfing voice, i can see them! There ! Right there! The souls of the Lost and the damned , aparitions of devils , i was a part of , and the truth of everything was so clear, o had nihilism build into me, there no God, no casual being that set things into motion, theres is just source and all that was, what seems pretty insignificant with the black sea wich around it, i was Pulled away from the rift into a place undiscrabible , a darkness behond darkness, a infinite sculpture of abuntant, and like anything i can discribe, octupus , dragon whale and a fire and aliens. That antiverse Screams against the sin of was existence, existence was a mearly accident , no none existence could understand,every archetypes, devils super impose against this unending beast untangled Into a infinit web that seems disporatical caos and savages, the house of hollowness , rising like a tsunami of incomprehensible monsters caused my being to freeze, the unholy abominations died and created and recreated themselves from this horrendous cannibalazation , i made some thing that i should never did, i opened a gate that in that moment all my life it flashed trough my eyes and i was about a grain of sand , i reach down my hand seek to know the unknowabble, a strange feel of kincheep downloaded between me and it, theres was no fear anymore to this beast, no god no angel no demon could be comppared to a fraction of what was before me, as a matter of fact theres no above no below no before me no within no without , the overwhelming shock drove me into a mental madness , running back and forth ,awakening to a modern realization , the magic send me to the woods to know a fractal what i needed to know, theres was a ritual circle and had a gate that ones could travel and they could travel here, yet this glyths needed to be understod, there was several months to discover wicy one of the glyphs and the symbol is a whole! Diving deep into the matrix and each symbol , the portal opens , a fire awakens yet echoing throu the gates, my ears went to a tention ... And that was it ..sacrifying whatever must BE place INTO this altar ( the hollow house)

To know of this beasts..."

Ive met the devil and he sayd the whole point is to be happy ⭐

[cremedelvcrime]

all the sisters // ∗ 21﹕ a text to a group chat .

✉  → (✨ the alimgiance ✨): okay, seriously? 

✉  → (✨ the alimgiance ✨): which one of you guys “borrowed” my tom ford lipstick and didn’t return it? 

✉  → (✨ the alimgiance ✨): josie, can i sue for this? 

[solitaryspirits]

han jae song

A white box with a heavy black ribbon sits directly in the middle of Simon’s small office desk. He doesn’t get much room in the labs, but his computer, documents, and archives need a place stored away from any specimen. The majority of his reports are outgoing - updates, lab work, test results, all sent back to various doctors within the hospital. Mail shouldn’t be sent there. After his coffee cup rests next to the keyboard, Simon inspects the box closer. Other than the thick ribbon, the box lacks any identifiable marks, no signature, not even his name inscribed on a card and tucked underneath. For a time, Simon sets the box to the side - work always piles up in his off hours, emails to write, advice to offer, more reports to send...if the day were longer, Simon still wouldn’t have the time to dwell on the box’s contents.

So of course Simon’s thoughts routinely draw back to it regardless.

The cursor of a blank email burns into his irises until Simon can’t stare at another document or digitally scanned photograph of skin cells. In the privacy of his closet office, Simon draws the box back to the center of his desk. He tugs at one strand of the ribbon, then the other, and frees the box of its dressing. His fingers pluck at the corner to remove the lid. Simon had assumed the box would hold a delicately written death threat, a new assignment from his former employer, a new mystery to add to the strange town of Salem itself. A literal, bloody heart, did not make the list of Simon’s own assumptions. 

Lifting the human heart up with his surplus of latex gloves reveals a single note in the bottom of the box written in the only script Simon knows better than his own. Are we friends? Simon enjoys a good riddle, but this was a puzzle he needs no time to solve. He would know that writing both in this life, in the next, and whatever were to come after. As if cradling a child, Simon rests the heart back in its place. From his own personal collection of jars, Simon fills one with the pure methanol he uses as an antiseptic to place the heart inside. He holds the jar up to the light and watches as the organ bobs around in the liquid, then falls to the bottom. He leaves it secluded on his office desk that night - its a gift he intends on sharing with no one else.

Its late in the evening of the next day that Simon stands in front of Han Jae’s home. Enemies, rivals, friends...enemies, friends, lovers...a single word could never be enough to define the extent of their relationship, but Simon hopes the gift of his own that he offers between his hands does a better job than his words ever could. He doesn’t let himself into Han’s home, despite still keeping his hold on the key. When Han opens the door, Simon didn’t expect to find him dressed so well - the scent of Han’s cologne seems to linger through the opened door. Still, Simon raises the deep blue pot up from between his hands.

“Were you expecting someone? I made dinner for you. Will you allow me inside?”

@sin-tentional​

[marylamode]

Mary, Annabelle, and Todd; Gargoyle Apartments || @solitaryspirits​ & @sin-tentional​

— “It makes me think of what happened to mom,” she admitted. Mary shut her laptop. It was coated in colorful stickers, many of them logos or references to her favorite pop culture mediums. Staring at the familiar, albeit silly, collection eased her stress. She’d spent the last few hours setting up bots on social media to boost awareness of the disappearing sisters’ case. Not that they needed much boosting. Their famous relative -- who’d graced a certain daytime soap opera that Mary had been glued to since its pilot aired -- had enough star power that news on the missing girls weren’t swallowed up by other headlines.

Ruminating on what’d happened to the girls was eating up the majority of her free time. Mary hunched over on the couch, drawing her knees to her chest and hugging them close. Even though they’d been given the key to their father’s apartment and told to make themselves feel at home, it felt unsettling to be somewhere so unfamiliar while such fear and uncertainty blanketed the town. “Doesn’t it bother you guys, too? If they never find those girls, there’ll never be anything for their sisters to bury,” she said, quietly. “This is just my personal opinion -- I mean, I don’t know if you guys feel the same way-- but, this feels just as fishy as mom’s death. There’s something really, really wrong about all of this.”

[agcnt-adem]

location: motel

delivery to: lottie degraves / @sin-tentional

despite all of them now residing in the same town, to be quite honest, spending time with her cousins was more of a rarity than most might consider these days. even before the promotion she’d been given a little over a year ago now, joanie’s schedule didn’t seem to allow for much in the way of family gatherings and the like. that being said, joanie also did little to prioritize them, figuring it’d be just as easy to run into them on the way to her favorite diners or coffee shops around town. josie was a noted exception, given their related fields of work and how those of law and fbi could intertwine. it also helped they shared a similar style and could shop together often enough. josie, however, would not be the family member she’d have the honor of dealing with this evening.

“you do realize it’s three in the morning.” standing across from her at present was the one cousin she seemed to have the most off-putting relationship with despite their closeness of age, the agent finding herself more irked than not with lottie even on their better days. this evening proved no exception, even with the glass of wine in hand that seemed to ease her nerves just a smidge. lottie banging against her door in a near panic almost seemed like too common an occurrence as of late in her opinion, and it was often rarely so big a deal that it warranted a genuine disturbance. so it was understandable that joan, dressed in fluffy robe and head towel after only just leaving her warm bath, held her own level of skepticism rather than genuine concern when the very same occurred just now. 

“this better be good, lottie. what possible emergency could there be that it was worth bothering me in the middle of the night?” the query arises with exasperation plain, little effort given towards any of the usual stoicism that often presented itself.

[foxybananaaaz]

I’m going to make a post, and it’s going to be one of those “Defending Nesta Archeron” posts. But I’m going to go about it in a way that will hopefully help the anti’s understand a bit more why the “Nesta Stans” feel she deserves better. But I’m not going to coddle her, and lift her on a pedestal either.

Also, this is going to be a REALLY LONG POST. Also also, I am NOT a Nesta Anti. Nesta is my favourite character and why will be explained at the end of this long post.

I’m going to start off by saying that, the anti’s are correct in stating that Nesta is not a “good” character in the fact thats she is a bitch. She isn’t nice, she has a lot to make up for and make right. But I feel like the arguments the anti’s use, they don’t try to understand why Nesta is the way she is.

I want to start in the first thing Nesta does in the series that gets hate. Letting Feyre, her younger sister, solely provide for the family. As well as having such anger at Feyre despite Feyre keeping her family alive.

This is the first reason of many, that would make the ACOTAR books so much better if it were not in first person, because we never fully get Nestas thought process and reasoning.

There is such a small amount to go off, to try and understand Nestas thought process. Feyre even flat out asked Nesta why, and Nesta was fully prepared to answer, before getting interrupted by (I think) the two ravens Hybern sent to capture Nesta.

But what we DID get was that Nesta was waiting for their father to step up and provide for his children, keep his children alive, and waiting for him so long, that by the time Feyre finally took action, Nesta had so much hate for their father for not doing anything that she also resented Feyre for stepping in, and letting their father get off with doing nothing.

This isn’t a good enough reason to be a bitch to Feyre, and I understand that. But we don’t even know the whole story from Nestas side, because again, just as she was about to explain and answer Feyre, they got interrupted.

But even then, after a point, if, or when Nesta did come to, and realize that Feyre should NOT be the one to provide for the family, and put her foot down and stop Feyre, it would ultimately be worse for the Archeron family, because by then, Nesta has no survival skills, hunting skills, or any skills to provide for the family, so it would be more beneficial to let Feyre keep going out to provide and keep the family alive, which could be another reason Nesta comes off so bitchy at the start. Because she would know that there’s nothing she could do, and she needs to rely on letting her youngest sister go out. People also use this as a reason to hate Nesta, yet I don’t see people holding Elain with the same weight of this crime, as she ALSO let her younger sister go out to provide for the family. But this post isn’t about Elain. People also seem to gloss over the fact that Feyre herself starts the process of forgiving Nesta when Tamlin sends her back home in A Court of Thorns and Roses, and Nesta and Feyre end up talking.

Moving on to Nestas “sins” in A Court of Mist and Fury. This is another instance that shows that these books are lacking because of the first person limitations. Because being stuck in Feyre’s head, we know how crucial it is at this point that Feyre and the Inner Circle have that place in the Human Lands to meet with the Human Queens. We know what’s at stake. Nesta, does not.

And Nesta has every right to be cautious and wary of letting Feyre and the Inner Circle use her estate, because she grew up hearing the legends(albeit false) of the fae, and grew up hating the fae. Hell, even FEYRE grew up the same way, and we see this in just how long it takes for her to truly and fully open up and warm up to Tamlin and Lucien and the other fae in the Spring Court in the first book. Nesta, at that point, had every right to be hesitant.

Once this bump is passed over, Nesta even has her guests question her, and not kindly. Cassian at this point only knows what was told to him by Feyre and Rhys, and not the whole story, and jumps on Nesta the first chance presented for allowing Feyre to provide for the family.

Even with Wings and Embers, when, for the first time, we get to look through eyes that are not Feyre’s we see that it is Cassian instigating any tention between the two. While I love Wings and Embers, and the chemistry between Cassian and Nesta, you can’t say that Nesta starts any of their arguments. Though I may be wrong, but Nesta only ever responds to Cassian intently instigating her. She never comes to play nicely or fairly. But she only ever gives as good as she gets.

And Nestas hesitance, wariness, and caution against fae is proved, at the end of Mist and Fury, when her and Elain are kidnapped in the middle of the night, and forced into the cauldron, as a move against Feyre.

Moving on now to A Court of Wings and Ruin, you can’t deny that Nesta starts a redemption, albeit a small one, but it’s there. Just as the growth of forgiveness in Feyre’s heart.

You can’t deny it, especially when Nesta steps up, and actively helps, when she honestly has every reason to say no, and be done with it, and go on with her new Fae life. No one would have grounds to blame Nesta if she refused to help. But she didn’t. She agreed to train with Amren in figuring out her powers so she can find the hole in the wall, and close it. She agreed to go to the Court of Nightmares with Amren for this same reason. She came around and agreed to go to the meeting of the High Lords, and tell her story, after initially saying No. After the wall came down, she agreed to go with the Inner Circle to play her part in nullifying the cauldron. It was HER idea to lead the King of Hybern away from the cauldron so Feyre and Amren could do their thing with the cauldron. She is the one to cover Cassians body with her own against Hybern, despite Cassian telling her to run, she stays there, believing she will die. And when Elain stabs Hybern in the throat, Nesta is the one who ultimately finishes him off, cutting his head off all together.

You can not say that Nesta did not start her redemption in Wings and Ruin, because despite everything that’s happened, and having every viable reason to say no, and live her life, she does choose to help. Which is why reading about Nesta in Frost and Starlight is so heartbreaking and infuriating.

A Court of Frost and Starlight, I believe is the very book that so many people build their hate for Nesta on. She’s a bitch. She’s cold hearted. She’s distanced herself. She uses Rhys and Feyre’s money to feed her alcohol addiction. She has taken everything she’s built up towards in Wings and Ruin, and knocked it down.

To you I say, the reason is trauma. We learn in Wings and Embers that Nesta was sexually assaulted by Thomas. In Wings and Ruin, we learn that, because of the end of Mist and Fury, Nesta can’t take a normal bath because she’s brought back to the events of the Cauldron, and now in Frost and Starlight, we learn that Nesta can’t have a fire. She lives in the freezing cold in winter, because she can’t light a fire, because all she hears in the fire is her fathers neck being snapped right in front of her. This is not even mentioning the trauma of losing her mother at a young age, or having her father become a cripple and refuse to provide for his children. Nesta has so much trauma.

Nesta does not heal in the same way her sisters do. Nesta is pushing everyone away, because realistically, there’s no one who would stand by her side before anyone else’s. And why should Nesta keep the Inner Circle close when she is clearly the black sheep?

The only one to show Nesta any kind of respect is Amren, and that’s pushing it. And as much as I want to say Cassian does as well, I truly can’t, given that most, if not all, of their arguments were instigated by him. And to have him flat out tell her “Your sisters love you, but I don’t know why” or whatever the quote is, when all Nesta was doing was telling Cassian to go home, that she did not want his gift. This would also further show reason in her distancing herself.

Rhys makes no effort in hiding the fact that he doesn’t really like Nesta for letting Feyre be the one to provide for her family. Mor starts acting like a straight up bitch to Nesta in Wings and Ruin when Nesta actively starts showing concern and worry for Cassian. And you can say that it is because Mor is protective of Cassian and doesn’t want him hurt, but Mor goes out of her way to let her negative feelings towards Nesta known, even when Cassian isn’t around. Azriel and Feyre actually will use Nesta(and Cassian I guess) as the butt of the joke, when Azriel swoops in to “save” Feyre(for flight training) from Cassian and Nesta tension. Even Elain isn’t there to be a support for Nesta during Wings and Ruin, but I won’t blame her for it, because she’s also going through her own issues.

The reason I brought that all up, is to bring light to the fact that Nesta probably feels like she will be invalidated in her trauma with the Inner Circle. Nesta probably feels like they will not care, and thus pushes herself away, before that pain is added on. Nesta probably feels as if she truly has no one to turn to with her own traumas.

Nesta has trauma, and she’s dealing with it in her own ways. Are her ways the right ways to deal with trauma? Hell no. Not even close. And she probably knows this. She probably sees two paths of dealing before her. The right path, and the wrong path.

Here’s the thing though. Here’s the sad reality. So many people in our own world have so many traumas, and take that wrong path. So many people who have traumas, see the two paths before them, knowing which ones right and wrong, yet CHOOSE to take the wrong path to deal with their traumas because it’s easier. It’s not right. It’s easier. So many people, take their traumas and ALLOW it to shape them for the worse. Nesta Archeron, is one of those people.

The way Wings and Ruin ended left hope for Nesta to have a “happy” healing process. And I use the word “happy” extremely loosely there. Because Healing is not happy. It’s just made easier when you allow yourself to be surrounded by love and support. But SJM clearly didn’t choose that path for Nesta. The sneak peak at A Court of Silver Flames at the END of Frost and Starlight shows that SJM has a different healing path planned for Nesta and has from the beginning of Frost and Starlight I believe.

Nesta is my favourite character because the way she’s written, especially in Frost and Starlight, makes her one of the most realistic and human characters in the entire series, and the way she handles her trauma, proves that. I am excited to see her healing journey in A Court of Silver Flames.

Nesta is a bitch. She pushed everyone away. She let her trauma shape her for the worse. She has a whole lot to make up for, apologize for, and be held accountable to. But she needs to be given the chance to do so, before people write her off as an unforgivable character.

At the beginning of this post, I said it would be a long one, and it truly is. But despite everything I’ve said in this post, this next paragraph is where I will end this post. It is also the most important paragraph of the entire post, without question, so read it and understand it.

Trauma does NOT and should NEVER be an EXCUSE for shitty behaviour. There is ABSOLUTELY NO REASON to allow it to excuse shitty behaviour. That being said, it can, and often does EXPLAIN why said shitty behaviour is shitty. Excuse and Explain are two completely different words with very different meanings. So do not let the explanation of shitty behaviour EXCUSE said shitty behaviour.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading.

[utaites-esp]

よさこいディスコParty / Yosakoi Disco Party - Strawberry Prince [Kan/Rom/Esp]

Yosakoi Disco Party - Strawberry Prince 1st Album Strawberry Love!

Vocal: すとぷり

Words: Masashi Kusano×Yuishi Harada

Music: Masashi Kusano×Yuishi Harada

Arranged: Masashi Kusano×Yuishi Harada

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yosakoi DISCO party

よさこいディスコParty

Fiesta Disco Yosakoi. (1)

Yeah!

ha! ha! ha! ha! soore sore sore!

ha! ha! ha! ha! fuu!

Yeah!

ha! ha! ha! ha! そーれそれそれ！

ha! ha! ha! ha! ふぅー！

¡Sí!

¡Ha! ¡Ha! ¡Ha! ¡Ha! ¡Eso es, eso es, eso es!

¡Ha! ¡Ha! ¡Ha! ¡Ha! ¡Woo!

higa shizumu koro machi wa ZAWAWA sawameku

hibiku kassai ni koiki na hana sakasemahou

soiyassa soiyassa soiyassa a! soore!

soiyassa soiyassa soiyassa a! soore!

陽が沈む頃、町はザワワざわめく

響く喝采に小粋な華咲かせましょ

ソイヤッサ×3 ア！そーれ！

ソイヤッサ×3 ア！そーれ！

Cuando el sol se ponga, hagamos que la ciudad zumbe,

y florezca con un entusiasmo alegre y resonante.

Soiyassa, soiyassa, soiyassa, ¡ah! ¡Eso es! (2)

Soiyassa, soiyassa, soiyassa, ¡ah! ¡Eso es! (2)

noroshi o agete koe agero

hikari o hanate DANCEFLOOR

mabayui hanabi uchiagete

hana fubukima ichireba

koyoi wa PARTYNIGHT (uu yay!)

狼煙を上げて声あげろ　

光を放て舞踏場

まばゆい花火打ち上げて

花吹雪舞い散れば

今宵はパーリーナイ！ (うーいぇい！)

Eleva la señal y alza la voz,

ilumina la pista de baile,

y lanza fuegos artificiales deslumbrante.

Si puedes igualar a esas flores bailando,

¡esta noche será una noche de fiesta! (uu, ¡sí!)

yossha koi yosakoi omatsuri night!! (night!!)

happy na HAPPI o matotte dance!! (dance!!)

YAAREN SOORAN koe dashite

saegire LASER BEAM (fuu!)

よっしゃ来い よさこい お祭りNight!! (Night!!)

Happyなハッピを纏ってDance!! (Dance!!)

ヤーレン ソーラン 声出して

遮れレーザービーム (ふぅー！)

Okay, ven, yosakoi, ¡¡un festival nocturno!! (¡¡nocturno!!)

Feliz, con tu abrigo happi, ¡¡vamos a bailar!! (¡¡bailar!!) (3)

Yaren, soran, ¡alza la voz! (4)

Bloquea ese rayo láser. (¡Huu!)

sawage sawage bureikou (bureikou!?)

narase narase naruko bushi (ha!)

RHYTHM ni mi o makasetara

FLOOR hitotsu ni shite sakebou

yosakoi DISCO party

騒げ騒げ 無礼講(無礼講!?)

鳴らせ鳴らせ 鳴子節(Ha!)

リズムに身を任せたら

フロアひとつにして叫ぼう

よさこいディスコParty

Alza la voz y déjate llevar, esta noche no hay límites. (¡¿No los hay?!)

Suena y resuena el naruko-bushi. (¡Ha!)

Déjate llevar por el ritmo,

seamos uno mismo con el piso y gritemos

Fiesta Disco Yosakoi. (1)

yoo~~

ha! ha! ha! ha! そーれそれそれ！

ha! ha! ha! ha! ふぅー！

よぉ〜〜

ha! ha! ha! ha! そーれそれそれ！

ha! ha! ha! ha! ふぅー！

Yo~.

¡Ha! ¡Ha! ¡Ha! ¡Ha! ¡Eso es, eso es, eso es!

¡Ha! ¡Ha! ¡Ha! ¡Ha! ¡Woo!

hanabi ga agarya uchi wa lalala mangekyo

manmaru otsukisama mo SOWASOWA shichau

soiyassa soiyassa soiyassa a! soore!

soiyassa soiyassa soiyassa a! soore!

花火が上がりゃ町はLaLaLa 万華鏡

まん丸お月様もソワソワしちゃう

ソイヤッサ×3 ア！そーれ！

ソイヤッサ×3 ア！そーれ！

Cuando los fuegos artificiales se encienden, la la la, la ciudad es como un caleidoscopio.

Incluso la perfecta luna está cansada.

Soiyassa, soiyassa, soiyassa, ¡ah! ¡Eso es! (2)

Soiyassa, soiyassa, soiyassa, ¡ah! ¡Eso es! (2)

tebyou awase karei ni mae

senkouchirase wa dena STAGE

hajirai kokoro nugi sutete

mina de saki kurueba

koyoi mo ENJOY NIGHT (uu yay!)

手拍子合わせ華麗に舞え

閃光散らせ派手な舞台

恥じらい心脱ぎ捨てて

みなで咲き狂えば

今宵もエンジョイナイ！ (うーいぇい！)

Aplaude y baila con esplendor

en aquel llamativo escenario, que destella con la luz.

Saca la vergüenza de tu corazón.

Si todo el mundo florece,

¡esta noche será una noche de disfrute! (uu, ¡sí!)

DO DO DO dokkoissho utage da night!! (night!!)

BACCHIRI lucky o tsukande dance!! (dance!!)

one two three matsuri kanjitara

maware maware MIRROR BALL (fuu!)

ドドド どっこいしょ 宴だNight!! (Night!!)

バッチリLuckyを掴んでDance!! (Dance!!)

123 MATSURI 感じたら

回れ 回れ ミラーボール (ふぅー！)

Do-do-do-dokkoisho, ¡¡esta noche hay un banquete!! (¡¡esta noche!!) (5)

Perfecto, ¡¡toma esa suerte y baila!! (¡¡baila!!)

1, 2, 3, si puedes sentir el festival,

la bola de espejos dará vueltas. (¡Huu!)

tsudoe tsudoe put your hands up!!

MAJI MAGICAL HIGH TENTION

CAOS na kanpai mo joutou

asahi made todorokasete yarou

yosakoi DISCO party

集え集えPut your hands up!!

マジマジカル ハイテンション

カオスな乾杯も上等

朝日まで轟かせてやろう

よさこいディスコParty

¡Reúnanse, reúnanse, y alcen las manos!

Un brindis realmente mágico, y con una alta tensión,

es caótico, pero demasiado genial.

Dejémonos llevar hasta que el sol salga.

Fiesta Disco Yosakoi. (1)

yoo~ ha! yo! ha! yo!

よぉ〜 ha! yo! ha! yo!

¡Yo~! ¡Ha! ¡Yo! ¡Ha! ¡Yo!

narasou ze!

dada! dada! dada! dada! daaan!

odorou ze!

baba! baba! baba! baba! baaan!

fue fukeba

pi~ hyara pi~ hyara pi~

tanoshimanakya hajimaranai ze!

鳴らそうぜ！

ダダ！ダダ！ダダ！ダダ！ダーン！

踊ろうぜ

ババ！ババ！ババ！ババ！バーン！

笛吹けば

ぴ〜ひゃらぴ〜ひゃらぴ〜

楽しまなきゃ始まらないぜ！

¡Hagamos ruido!

¡Dada! ¡Dada! ¡Dada! ¡Dada! ¡Daan!

¡Vamos a bailar!

¡Baba! ¡Baba! ¡Baba! ¡Baba! ¡Baam!

Haz sonar el sibato,

pi~ hyara pi~ hyara pi~

¡O la diversión no empezará!

yossha koi yosakoi omatsuri night!! (night!!)

happy na HAPPI o matotte dance!! (dance!!)

YAAREN SOORAN koe dashite

saegire LASER BEAM (fuu!)

よっしゃ来い よさこい お祭りNight!! (Night!!)

Happyなハッピを纏ってDance!! (Dance!!)

ヤーレン ソーラン 声出して

遮れレーザービーム (ふぅー！)

Okay, ven, yosakoi, ¡¡un festival nocturno!! (¡¡nocturno!!)

Feliz, con tu abrigo happi, ¡¡vamos a bailar!! (¡¡bailar!!) (3)

Yaren, soran, ¡alza la voz! (4)

Bloquea ese rayo láser. (¡Huu!)

sawage sawage bureikou (bureikou!?)

narase narase naruko bushi (ha!)

RHYTHM ni mi o makasetara

FLOOR hitotsu ni shite sakebou

yosakoi DISCO party

騒げ騒げ 無礼講(無礼講!?)

鳴らせ鳴らせ 鳴子節(Ha!)

リズムに身を任せたら

フロアひとつにして叫ぼう

よさこいディスコParty

Alza la voz y déjate llevar, esta noche no hay límites. (¡¿No los hay?!)

Suena y resuena el naruko-bushi. (¡Ha!)

Déjate llevar por el ritmo,

seamos uno mismo con el piso y gritemos

Fiesta Disco Yosakoi. (1)

yosakoi DISCO party

yoo~~

よさこいディスコParty

よぉ〜〜

Fiesta Disco Yosakoi. (1)

Yo~~

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(1) Yosakoi es un baile Japonés.

(2) Es una porra, no hay traducción.

(3) Happi es como un abrigo, y sí, tradicional.

(4) Es una parte del Sōran Bushi, canción/baile tradicional japonés.

(5) Dokkoisho, una palabra sin significado, sólo se usa para expresar ritmo.

Sí, es una canción tradicional. Quizá algunos no se lo esperaban, yo sí, el ritmo me lo decía. Also, los "yoo" de Jel son el grito que se oye de fondo, que suena medio raro, también hace uno similar (junto con Naa-kun) en Amore Mio, ¿supongo que es usual en canciones tradicionales...?

[youremeimyou]

The Bet(pt.1)

Part 1 - Part 2

pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader genre: Some fluff, little bit of angst word count: 5k warnings: alcohol consumption

Description: Taehyung and Y/N have managed to form a strong bond over their years of college. According to their friends, the chemistry between the two is undeniable. But the duo would rather not risk the close friendship. The very friendship that’ll be put to test by the boldest of bets, it seems.

A/N: Okay guys I’m new to this publishing my fics thing and this is the first one I wrote with the intention of posting here. I hope you bare with me and I hope you like the story. Enjoy!

The night started out pretty normal. Except for the fact that it was extra chilly for a night in summer. But Y/N didn’t mind the cold. She preferred it to a sweltry weather.  She pulled down her face mask a little and breathed in deeply, enjoying the warm summer breeze. Right after putting it back on she pulled out her cellphone and decided to check her texts to see if she read the arranged time correctly. This would be the third time since leaving the house.  

Y/N: I can make my own way there.

Tae: You don’t even now where we’re going lol.

Y/N: If you tell me I’ll know and then I can make my own way there.

Tae: I can see your know it all smile while typing that text.

Y/N: I can see you rolling your eyes over it haha.

Tae: Whatev. Even I don’t know where we’re going yet so just be ready at 9:15 tonight?

Y/N: Fine, got it. Don’t you be late.

Tae: Never am.

Y/N: Lying’s a sin you know.

Tae: Too busy, can’t talk, bye now.

Y/N: Tch…

The first two times she checked the texts were to make sure she herself saw it right. This was something she always did when meeting up with people. The reason was still unknown to her. But this time she did it because the clock on the billboard across the road already stroke 9.30 and she was still waiting for a jerk who promised to pick her up fifteeen minutes ago. Pissed, she decided to call this jerk and went into contacts. Just as she was about to hit ‘call’ a car going at full speed made a rough stop in front of her. The door opened from the inside revealing a pretty puppy with the cutest eyes. Or rather, a jerk perfectly pulling puppy eyes knowing he’s guilty.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry?” he said while she got in the car. She snorted out and asked “Why?” not looking at him. But before letting him continue she added,

“I mean it’s really my fault for coming here at the right time even though I knew you’d be late”

Taehyung smirked, “Well that’s kinda true.” Saying that earned him a smack on the arm. They were both laughing but his expression turned to worry when he realized Y/N was wearing a sleeveless shirt. Reaching for something in the back he asked,

“Seriously though, were you cold? Don’t you have a coat? It’s kinda chilly tonight.”

“It’s summer and I’m not lame, so no. But I guess you are lame Tae.” She spat back taking the coat he was offering her and throwing it back to the back seat. “Right then, don’t wanna be late for the party!” Taehyung started speeding up, knowing Y/N had no problem going fast and the roads were pretty empty.

“So you do know where we’re going.” 

“I didn’t know the exact location when we texted. They sent me the info just a few hours ago.” He looked at her somewhat blank face and said

“Hey be more excited, we’re going to a secret party!”

“Are you taking me to a rave? ‘Cause the last time was a mess."

“Well this time -because it’s a secret party- a limited number of people will be there. Plus, they’re mostly foreingers so they won’t know us and it’s fine even if we do mess up big time.”

Y/N could hear the excitement in his voice. She could tell he made an effort planning this out. And the fact that they could have fun without worrying about being watched got her excited also. Even though they were really close friends and frequently saw each other in classes, in the library, at pubs and such since freshman year, the amount of time they could spend just the two of them were limited due to common friends they had that just loved the idea of them ‘being together’ and ‘dating’. 

Neither of them were comfortable with that because neither have ever dared to think of such a situation, afraid that it might harm the friendship. So when an opportunity to meet up like this appeared they usually did laid back stuff in order to prevent their friends from going crazy over them doing something ‘alone’. 

But this time Y/N was glad they didn’t have to worry about that. She kinda needed partying hard after studying for unreasonable amounts of time for the finals. Fuck my brain that took an IQ test at a child age and made my parents think I was cut out to be something she thought at times like this. It was hard being expected to do well all the time and Taehyung could always tell when she needed some time off to get away from all the pressure. That’s why he went through all that trouble of arranging their crazy hangouts.

Taehyung pulled the car in front of a very nice looking building. This definitely didn’t look like a place where raves were held. And it was quite too.

“Are you sure we’re in the right place Tae?” Taehyung took her by the arm and led her to the back door.

“I told you it was a secret party. And your IQ is supposed to be really high or something.” he joked. 

“I don’t give a shit about my IQ and you know it” she said through gritted teeth. 

They stopped in front of the plain looking door and Taehyung pulled out two pieces of paper which Y/N guessed to be tickets and slided them under the door. A few seconds later it opened and a huge man welcomed them, he was probably a security guard. Perks of being a campus fuckboy, popular amongst the rich girls Y/N thought, kinda proud of him in a weird way. They passed a small corridor and went through another door. That’s when they started hearing the music. Okay so this place is soundproof, WOW. 

Once they were inside, Taehyung turned to Y/N and asked “What do you think?”

“I think you should buy the first drinks.” 

“My pleasure princess.” He took another smack to the arm due to Y/N ‘s annoyance of the nickname. They made their way to the bar and Taehyung ordered. 

“I gotta admit Tae, that entrance... It looked like a scene form a movie just then.” Taehyung had leaned onto her a little to hear what she was saying and that made him realise she smelled really nice. Discarding her last comment, he leaned in even more to speak in her ear.

“So, we’re making a bet or what?” This made her giggle.

“What’s the point when you always lose?

“I never lose!”

“Oh please, look at you, a sour loser even before making the bet!” she said taunting him.

Y/N really liked this comfortable bickering. Her sarcastic personality was usually misunderstood by people. Taehyung having no problem playing along was one of the reasons they were close. And this went both ways actually. A good example would be Taehyung’s next words. Which were,

“The bet is for you to not fall for me tonight. And I’m betting against it.”

Y/N  would admit to being taken aback just a little. But Taehyung being playful and teasing was nothing new. So she decided to follow along. And maybe to turn the tables even. Since she’s been wanting to get her hands on one of his belongings recently.                 

“So you really wanna lose that motorcycle of yours, huh?”                 

Hearing this left Taehyung in a bit of a shock because of how unfazed she was by the cocky bet he blurted out. Shock was soon replaced by two kinds of emotions he felt deeply. He felt his heart flatter at how close they must be for her to be completely unbothered. But at the same time there was a slight strain on his chest. Some type of dissapointment flowed through his body. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it afterwards. Instead he shook his head and let out a “hmph” while smiling. At that moment the bartender cut in, delivering their orders.                 

Taehyung turned to him and said a quick thanks. Then immediately went for a sip of his drink, hoping it would take that strain on his chest away. Little did he know Y/N  wasn’t completely unbothered. 

The little sip he intented turned into him gulping down the whole thing so he waved the bartender for another one. Meanwhile Y/N was also enjoying the bourbon. Internally thanking Taehyung for knowing her taste in drinks. After a few moments of silence, she tilted her head and asked “So, does it have a name or should I start thinking of one?” A mischevous smile was appearent on her face as she did. Knowing she was talking about his motorcycle Taehyung replied,

“You know you’re not getting my bike right?”

“And why’s that?”                                   

“It’s dangerous dummy.” His voice wasn’t snarky or condecending. It was just.. caring.

“Then why do you own it?” She pulled a know it all smile. And despite not facing her, Taehyung could just tell that she did.           

“I never really ride it.” he said as he shruged.

“That’s right you never really do. And that’s so unfair to such a beautiful vehicle.”         

“I’m starting to think you’ve got the hots for my motorbike.”                                   

“Well, let’s just say I’ve had my eyes on it for a while.”                                           

“Fine!” he suddenly said and turned to face her. “It doesn’t matter since there’s no way you’ll win.”

He didn’t know if the sudden boost of confidence came from the alcohol but he appreciated it nonetheless. Even though he knew how competitive she was and the odds of him winning weren’t looking so good to him, he still went ahead and winked. 

“Wanna know what I want as my prize?” All she did was raise her eyebrows in anticipation. He turned away from her, facing the bar once again. 

“Not much really. Just bragging rights for the whole of eternity.”             

“That’s it? Tch.. I’m not even the least bit worried.” she said, immediately regretting speaking at all. Because she sounded like quite the opposite. She thought she turned the tables around bringing up his motorcycle but damn.. Looking at his smirk right now, was she feeling.. nervous?                   

Taehyung chuckled and it eased the tention they were both feeling a bit. At least for the time being. He asked,

“Now that that’s settled, how ‘bout we go nuts on the dancefloor?”       

“Bottoms up first!”

They gulped down the rest of their drinks. Taehyung bent down just a little in front of her. And she hopped on his back without question. Laughing their asses off, they made their way to the dancefloor. And Y/N knew that’s where the magic happens. The magic of Taehyung that is. 

Kim Taehyung was good at a lot of things. He had his grades up, he was an excellent shooting guard, he was a social butterfly that attracted all girls and boys, he was mature yet funny and always knew what to say. And his personality was always shinning through so Y/N learned about most of these quailities at an early stage of the friendship. But there was one thing she never thought he'd be this good at. That thing was dancing. 

She learned how good he was the hard way. In times of freshman year, when they would go to a club with a group of friends and everyone got tipsy, they would find themselves at the center of the dancefloor thinking that they were dancing. Y/N was especially not very good. She would flop around, jump up and down and it was mostly a mess. Their other friends weren't that different either so needless to say it didn't usually look pretty. But it was fun all the same so Taehyung thought he would go with the flow and embarress himself along his friends so he pretended to have two left feet.

Until one day, while getting another round of drinks Y/N caught him dancing masterfully. Well, more importantly he was dancing masterfully next to a beautiful girl. So it takes a hottie to get the beast out of him. She saw him through the crowd gathered around to watch them. The girl barely did anything other than swaying a bit but Taehyung was enough to get the attention of the whole room.

After that night Y/N witnessed him get girls to go home with him through that trick many times. And right now they were about to go center stage so she braced for the worst. Which for her would be their night coming to an early end because of the same trick. Something about tonight made Y/N more sore than normal about what could be coming. So she turned to Taehyung, got very close to him and spoke with a low voice just in his ear.

"Teach me."

Taehyung chuckled.

"I'm serious. I don't want to see you play your tricks on the pretty girls here while I embarress myself tonight." Even though she did sound a little like she was actually bothered, Taehyung didn't think much of it. He knew they were both comfortable with 'embarressing' themselves in front of others.

"You're right. I shouldn't make this about me, tonight's our fun night out. Let's just throw each other around and annoy people, that's more fun." He said while smiling sincerely.

“No. Tonight you lead and I'll follow". She sounded dead serious. Tonight I wanna feel like those pretty girls. She couldn't believe what she was thinking but there it was, she was thinking it.

Taehyung didn't know what to do and couldn't utter a word for a few seconds. When she put her arms around his shoulders and started moving though, he snapped out of it. A hiphop song with a low, groovy kind of beat was playing. Taehyung followed orders. He put his hands on her sides and started to lead her with basic moves. But soon he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Y/N moving like never before. Was the volume being turned down or what? Also where were all the other people 'cause goddamn he could swear it was just the two of them at that moment.

"And you gave me shit for pretending to be a bad dancer for days. Look who's lying and decieving now?" Taehyung faked a hurt sigh. Y/N's lips curved up a little at that. "I never pretended. I just never had anyone to show me how to do this."

"Better me than some other guy." Taehyung mentally slapped himself for actually saying that out loud. Y/N just looked at him with a questioning smirk. "Well, uhh... It's 'cause I'm very good, you know. We wouldn't want you to learn it the wrong way." Another mental slap for not sounding remotely as convincing as he would've liked.

If only Y/N could focus on something other than her racing heart, she could see the slight pink of Taehyung's cheeks. It was silent on the outside between them, they didn't speak. On the inside though, it was like beating of drums. Both prayed the other wouldn't  realise. Music changed, neither noticed. But it wasn't like those blissfull moments of silence in the movies. It was like when they looked in each other's eyes, everything they've surpassed surfaced. There was tension and suspence. Chemistry..check, attraction..check, even butterflies were there.

It was starting to become unbearable for Y/N. Jumpiness got the best of her and she suddenly made an awkward turning move that almost landed her butt on the ground. Quick reflexes allowed Taehyung to catch her just before that. Thanks to her little stunt, the heavy atmosphere dissolved into both of them giggling and relaxing. They took a step back to gain some distance in between. 

Taehyung was glad he could feel his senses again which by the way made him realize that he made a lot of effort for the last couple of minutes. He found it to be weird. 'Cause he'd admit, he wasn't all muscles but he was in shape enough to dance around. In fact he did dance around with other girls all the time. He tried not to think about what made it different this time.

"Thanks to you, now I'm all thirsty."

Awkward silence.

Only for a brief moment, though. Soon, it was replaced by their hysteric laughter. So Taehyung continued speaking. "Not thirsty like thirsty but like actually, uhh you know, thirsty. You get it.. right?"

Another round of laughing uncontrollably.

"So.. naturally, I'm just gonna go buy a drink."

"Naturally!" Y/N quickly spat, all the while giggling. Taehyung let out a defeated sigh, sensing that she wouldn't let this be forgotten anytime soon. "Do you also want one?" Y/N on the other hand started to love the feeling of actually being able to dance. "You go ahead. I'm just gonna enjoy this before whatever spell you casted for me to not make a fool of myself fades away." Taehyung replied with a boxy grin and went straight to the bar.

Y/N was feeling herself now. The music currently playing was more of an upbeat one. But it wasn't so fast that she couldn't keep up. So she let down her hair and started to shake her head around slowly. She thought it was ridiculous but she felt like she was.. 'hot' at that moment. A smile spread across her face. It seemed like she wasn't the only one thinking that because a blondie with a snapback hat was approching her. He danced his way to her side. When she didn't notice him he made his presence known by slowly tapping on her shoulder. She was surprised when their gazes met.

"Jackson! What are you doing here?" She gave him a quick side hug. Y/N had a lot of common classes with Jackson since college started. They were lab partners and project buddies most of the time. All and all good friends.

"You know I wouldn't miss a fancy party at a fancy secret location."

She laughed. "Yeah.. This 'hunt for a mating' party is so you."

"Ouch.. Well you're the one to talk, also being here and all."

"Hey, I was dragged here."

"You don't exactly look like you're bored, dancing crazy at center stage. I thought you always said you weren't able to. But now you have most guys here staring you down."

"Yeah right."

"It's true! I came to defend you from possible unwanted interactions."

His little squaring up act made her laugh out loud. "I'm not alone no worries. Taehyung's here. He just went over to the bar."

"Ha. So he's the one teaching you moves. Well let's see what've you got 'till he gets back."

Meanwhile Taehyung was done with his drink and ready to get back out there. He was going up to the dancefloor when his eyes caught the sight of Y/N and Jackson dancing. He stopped dead in his tracks. Jackson was another dancing machine and Taehyung knew. He was aslo the captain of the lacross team. And the most wanted guy on campus. 

Taehyung saw him easily lead Y/N. Moving around with smiles on their faces. He wondered if Y/N ever felt what he was feeling at the moment when she saw him doing the same with different girls. He went to them and purposefully interrupted. "You're here too huh?" he said to Jackson. "I'm guessing you've got the tickets from Jessie?"

"From Cho. She's rich at a filthier level than even Jessie, man."

Taehyung turned to Y/N, not acknowledging his words. "How are you not tired? Take it easy, I don't want you to say you're sleepy so early in the night."

"Fine, it's my turn to go for a drink anyways. How about you Jackson?"

"I think Jackson has a line of people waiting for some of his attention." Taehyung said, pointing to the said line with his head.

"Yeap, time is of essence while I pick the best of them, you know." Jackson said with a smirk.

Y/N put on a fake face of disgust. "You're a pig."

"But a likeable pig, right?"

"Go before I punch your face."

"Okay okay I'm going. I need my beautiful face." He joked while walking away.

Taehyung followed Y/N to the bar. Then, he followed her to the sitting area at the corner. They plumped down on the white futon and Y/N took a sip of her drink and started watching the people on the dancefloor. Taehyung was watching the floor itself instead. They got their heads closer when Y/N started to speak. "I thought you said everybody here would be foreigners. Thought you said they wouldn't know us." She joked around.

"I didn't know Cho knew about the party and even had tickets. I also have no idea how Jackson got her to give 'em to him."

"Really? 'Cause I can think of a couple of things he could've done." Y/N implied with a smirk. Taehyung could too. But it annoyed him to be talking about it.

"Yeah? Do you think about it often, then?"

Y/N burrowed her eyebrows. "What?"

"You guys get along well enough. Do you like him?"

Y/N was really confused because Taehyung looked very serious. It didn't feel like joking around. "He's a good friend and a classmate so.. yeah?"

"Would you date him is what I'm asking Y/N." Taehyung said when he finally removed his eyes from the floor and faced her.

"What are you- why?"

"He's a fuckboy."

"And you're not?" Y/N was quick to reply. She didn't understand what he was trying to do. Jackson wasn't only her friend but he was Taehyung's too. So it didn't make sense why he would discredit him like that. Yes, Jackson in fact was a fuckboy but he wasn't a bad guy. On the contrary he was a good friend to both of them. And Taehyung had his share of girls he fooled around with too.

"I'm just saying. I may be the same when it comes to sleeping around. But I at least try not to frequently break hearts."

"That sounds so wrong Taehyung."

"No it's not like- look, I know that sounded shitty but what I mean is I don't mess around with my friends." He gained another eyeing from her before he could continue. "I'm trying to say that I'm careful and respectful with people I call friends. If I felt attracted to them or even had feelings for them, I wouldn't want to harm something important so I'd be different." He paused for a second and faced the floor again. "I like the guy but I couldn't say the same thing about him, sorry."

This was true. Jackson sometimes couldn't balance his relationships. Y/N knew him to have broken some of her friends' hearts like that. Even if it was unintentionally. But she's never witnessed Taehyung 'sleeping around' with people he considered friends. Taehyung alwalys made his intentions clear when it came to it. Y/N liked Jackson a lot too. Even admired him. But she knew she wasn't planning on dating him anytime soon.

"Okay I get you. And no Tae. I said he's my friend and that's that." The tenseness faded away after she said that. "What's gotten your panties up in a bunch anyway?" she gave a slight push on his arm with her shoulder. "Nothing~" his eyes were still fixed down. She kept nagging him until he gave in.

"What? I said nothing! I care about you, sue me."

Y/N couldn't help but smile softly. He was too cute to handle sometimes. Well, mostly.

After some time passed and Y/N finished her drink, a song they both loved started playing. They immediately looked at each other with smiles.

"Alright, that's our queue! Let's dance a bit more and then move on to our next location?"

"Only if the next stop is somewhere we can stuff our faces with food."

"Oh, you're gonna love what I've got in mind. I found a diner that serves breakfast at night."

"What?! Can't we just go right now?"

"But Y/N~ the song.." Taehyung wined. Y/N giggled to the sight of him pulling puppy eyes.

"Okay fine, move your ass."

Once again they were going off on the dancefloor and it was electric. Putting aside everything else and having geniune fun was a rare feeling. School, part-time jobs, relationship problems, family issues didn't matter for that moment. They were glad they had each other. Both of them knew, what they had was so unique and geniune, a bond that's somehow irreplaceable.

The song that got them there ended. And a slow tune began to play. Just in time too because both were worn out by this point.

"Phew.. That was super fun, wow. Now let's get outta here."

"Wait! This song's also great. Let's stay a bit more." Taehyung was somewhere on the thin line between tipsy and wholeass drunk. He wanted this slow song to be a chance to slow dance.

"But we said breakfast at night~"

"After this one. C'mon~" He held the sides of Y/N's arm, not letting her escape.

"Fine.. It'll be a breather anyway." With that Y/N wrapped her arms around Taehyung's neck. She also had enough alcohol in her system to not care or overthink things.

They were barely moving. Swinging just a bit from one side to the other. The space between nearly non-existant. And it was hot. Y/N couldn't tell if it was because of the movement they were doing minutes ago. Taehyung knew it wasn't. He could feel her breath on his neck. That was his reason to be blushing in secret. Another reason was one of her hands was slightly pulling the tips of his hair on the back of his head. He couldn't see her face but her eyes were closed. Then the song changed. Y/N pulled away just a bit to face Taehyung.

"Ready to go now?"

"What about the bet?"

Y/N blinked nervously. And faked a little laugh.

"Tae, you can keep the bike-"

"What would happen if I kissed you right now?"

Silence. Gulping. And silence again. Until Y/N broke it.

"Umm.. I think.. well, it would be kinda understandable."

Pause. Because yeah, the atmosphere could totally lead there.

"And it would probably feel... good. Maybe very good?"

"Probably very good." Taehyung said as he started closing the distance between their faces. Until Y/N started talking again.

"But-"

Another pause.

"It would never be the same again."

None of them talked or even moved for a good 30 seconds.

"You're right." Taehyung let out a long held breath and started backing up.

"Tae-"

"Aren't we starving? We're starving. Let's go."

"Okay." Y/N sighed in defeat. "I'll just make a quick trip to the bathroom. Meet you outside?"

"Yeah.." He whispered and watched her walk away.

As Taehyung was waiting in front of the door at the back for Y/N, a lot of other people were gathered there. Some were also getting ready to leave, some were having a smoke and so on. Taehyung was standing close to the door with his back leaned against the wall. It was a lot more chilly then when they arrived so he had his hands in the pockets of his blue jacket. Then he remembered Y/N didn't have any jacket with her and she was wearing sleeveless. He made a mental note to pass the jacket to her when she came back from the toilet.

He didn't even notice the girl with purple highlights and very expensive high-heels coming his way.

"I knew you wouldn't leave this place with the same girl you came with tonight. So.. is it one of the Japanese girls or the Ukrainian that everybody was after."

"I came with Y/N. And I'm leaving with Y/N. I did conclude from that sentence that you paid a lot of attention to girls tonight though, Jessica?"

First she was taken aback. Then she replied with a carefree attitude.

"I gotta know the competition don't I?"

"Speaking of which, I think I spotted Cho, too. Guess she has wide network. Maybe your throne's shaking?"

Taehyung wouldn't usually be this annoying to Jessie. But he couldn't just be a ray of sunshine right now.

"Just be grateful you know me and enjoy this favour. Don't worry about who runs our school, babe."

"I wasn't. Cuz we're not in highschool. And I'm not your babe."

Okay, that was more than a little harsh. Jessie glared at him, not understanding why he was being an asshole. Soon after that she walked away. Taehyung felt a little bad but he really wasn't feeling like conversing right now. He just felt, so... rejected. Even though he knew Y/N was right to be hesitant. He decided to blame it on the alcohol.

A few minutes later, Y/N came out the door. Trying to avoid the crowd right up ahead, she made a quick turn to the left, immediately bumping into Taehyung's chest.

"Sorry, I-" she was holding her head in her hands.

"You okay? Are you dizzy? I can drop you home if-"

"No way! We're going to that diner. I'm starved."

Taehyung took out his jacket and handed it to her as he questioned one more time.

"Are you sure? Cuz we had lots to drink and-"

"You know I don't get drunk. I just bumped my head and stumbled a little. If anything, it's your fault for having a hardrock chest."

Taehyung let out a giggle. His mood slowly turning back to normal then total grimace.

Y/N's arms were completely lost in the long sleeves of his jacket. She loved the warmness of it, though. And the sweet scent of its owner permeated on it.

"You know, boys buy black leather jackets to impress girls. This one's not gonna get you far." she teased him. Taehyung just looked at her as she got in the car. What if the one girl I'm trying to impress happens to love blue?

The trip to the diner was quick but silent. When they got inside Taehyung went to choose a table. Y/N immediately went to order. It took quite some time as she named and named and named all the things she wanted to have. Then, she took the librety of ordering for Taehyung as well. Meanwhile Taehyung had settled on a cozy booth. Y/N made her way to him with coffee on both hands and offered him a smile as she handed him his cup.

There was another round of silence. Thank god the food came quickly. They both dug in. It was like they weren't even breathing for the first fifteen minutes. After that the atmosphere became lighter.

"Tae, I feel like I should say something. Because I really didn-"

"You don't have to say anything, Y/N."

"But- I think I-"

"It was just impulses I guess. Oh and the bet thing. You know I'm a sore loser so I guess I let it get into my head."

Taehyung wasn't even letting Y/N speak. He was just condemning this whole thing on himself and trying to put it behind in a rush. Even though Y/N didn't know exactly what to say, she wanted to say something. Because it wasn't just him, no. She was to blame to. But he said it. It was the bet, just impulses.. And she sure didn't hope for anything else, right?

"I really did enjoy tonight. And this diner.. safe to say we'll be re-visiting soon. Thanks for bringing me." Her voice was sincere. She didn't want to be awkward with him. She couldn't handle that.

"I'm glad you came." He couldn’t handle that either.

Author's note: I know that was long, sorry:)) If you bared with it and made it through, thank you so so soo much for reading. There will be a part 2 to this one coming soon. I just wanted to say thanks and sorry if there were any mistakes(I'm not a native speaker). I hope you have a wonderfull day~

[shxfu]

🎤 "Send it in grampa!"

Send 🎤 for the muse to sing a song the mun has recently listened to...

             He rolles his eyes, but clears his throat with a cough. Remembering the lyrics, he tries to let go of his tention and irritation as his husky voice starts to sing.

❝ You're guilty, as charged My soul bares the marks Ooh no, I'm just as bad as you are You are my wicked thrill I just can't get my fill Ooh no, this kind of living could kill It's too late I can't escape Only a devil like you Could make me sin like I do I've got a weakness I am a fool For a devil For a devil like you... ❞

[basicsofislam]

ISLAM 101: Muslim Beliefs: Knowledge of God Almighty :THE ATTRIBUTES OF ACTION

As for the Attributes of action, briefly, they are six and are as follows: Creation, Originating Uniquely, Producing, Giving Life and Reviving, Causing to Die, and Providing.

Khalq

(Creation)

Literally meaning originating out of nothing and formation, khalq (creation) denotes that God originates something when nothing of it exists and makes it with all of its essential elements. With this meaning, creation cannot be attributed to any other than God Almighty.

Khalq is used in the Qur’an also in the meanings of making up, fabricating, and giving form to clay. While it can be used for created beings with these meanings, the Qur’an attributes creation only to God. Likewise, the attributes of Khaliq (the Creator) and Khallaq (the Supreme Creator), which are derived from khalq, are used only in attribution to God.

There is a difference between the sacred Attribute of Creation (Khalq) and the majestic Attribute of Making Exist (Takwin), as well as between the Attributes of Originating Uniquely (Ibda’) and Producing (Insha’), which are regarded to have originated from the latter. This difference is as follows: Creation means giving existence to something with its essential parts and building blocks, Originating Uniquely means creating without having any precursor to imitate and creating in a unique and peerless way, Producing denotes bringing about something by arranging its parts which have already been created, while Making Exist signifies bringing into existence in a way to encompass the meanings or actions of all the Attributes of action—all the actions belonging to the Attributes of action are included in Making Exist.

It is God alone Who creates everything particular or universal, small or large, earthly or heavenly, animate or inanimate, spiritual or corporeal, and it is also He Who creates all states and the acts of all beings during their entire life. In many of its illuminating statements, the noble Qur’an reminds us that it is exclusively God Who originates, creates, and produces. For example:

It is He Who has created all that is on the earth for you. (2:29)

All praise and gratitude are for God, Who has created the heavens and the earth, and brought into being veils of darkness and the light. (6:1)

Indeed your Lord is God, Who has created the heavens and the earth in six “days.” (7:54; 10:3)

Do they never consider that God Who has created the heavens and the earth is able to create them anew (the dead) in their own likeness? (17:99)

And He it is Who from a fluid has created humanity and made it (a male and female and, through them,) into a population through descent and marriage. And Your Lord is All-Powerful. (25:54)

God is He Who creates you, then He sustains you (by providing for you), then He causes you to die, and then He will bring you to life again. (30:40)

All-Glorified is He, Who has created all the pairs, of that the earth produces, and of themselves, and of that which they do not know. (36:36)

It is God Who has created you and all that you do. (37:96)

Have they (the unbelievers) not considered that surely God, Who has created the heavens and the earth, and never wearied with their creation, is able to bring the dead to life? Certainly He is; He has full power over everything. (46:33)

Ibda’

(Originating Uniquely)

Ibda’ means that God Almighty creates without there be anything before to imitate and in a unique, unequalled, and unprecedented way. In place ofibda’, the words ihdath (innovation), ihtira’ (creat- ing out of nothing), i’jad (invention), and sun‘a (making) can be used, although there are slight differences among them. In fact, all of these words or concepts express different aspects of Takwin (Making Exist). In several verses such as the following ones, the manifest, noble Qur’an presents to our view God Almighty’s unprecedented origination and calls upon us to notice the beauties of His peerless Art:

The Originator of the heavens and the earth with nothing before to imitate. When He decrees a thing, He does but say to it, “Be!” and it is. (2:117)

The Originator of the heavens and the earth with nothing before Him to imitate. (6:101)

Insha’

(Producing)

Literally meaning gathering together certain ingredients or essential components and elements to produce a new thing, Insha‘ is the Attribute of God Almighty Which denotes gathering together certain essential ingredients or components that have already been created to produce something new. In dozens of explicit verses, the glorious Qur’an reminds us of this mighty reality. For example:

He it is Who produces gardens (and vineyards, and orchards) trellised and untrellised, and date-palms, and crops varying in taste, and olives, and pomegranates, resembling one another and yet so different. (6:141)

He it is Who has made for you (the faculty of) hearing, and eyes, and hearts. (23:78)

He it is Who developed you from a single human self and has appointed for each of you a lodging-place where you will stay permanently, and a place where you will stay temporarily. (6:98)

Say: “He Who produced them in the first instance will give them life (anew).” (36:79)

Ihya’

and Imata (

Giving Life and Reviving, and Causing to Die)

Both Ihya’, which means granting life, favoring with life, and reviving, and Imata, which means causing to die or dealing with death, are among the Attributes of action of the Giver of life and the One Who causes death. These two Attributes are mentioned in the Qur’an in different verb forms, sometimes together and sometimes separately. Some examples are as follows:

Surely in the creation of the heavens and the earth, and the alternation of night and day, and the vessels sailing in the sea with profit to people, andthe water that God sends down from the sky, therewith reviving the earth after its death and dispersing therein all kinds of living creatures, and Hisdisposal of the winds, and the clouds subservient between the sky and earth—surely there are signs (demonstrating that He is the One God deserving worship, and the sole Refuge and Helper) for a people who reason and understand. (2:164)

God sends down from the sky water and therewith revives the earth after its death. Surely in that there is a sign for people ready to hear (the truth).(16:65)

A clear sign for them (of God’s Oneness and Lordship) is the dead earth: We revive it and bring forth from it grain. (36:33)

And He it is Who causes to die and gives life. (53:44)

How can you disbelieve in God, seeing that you were dead, and He gave you life? Then He causes you to die. Then He will bring you to life again; and then you will be returned to Him. (2:28)

They will say: “Our Lord! You have made us die twice, and given us life twice, so we acknowledge our sins.” (40:11)

Abraham said, “My Lord is He Who gives life and causes to die.” (2:258)

Surely it is also We, We Who give life and cause to die.

(15:23)

God (He alone) gives life and causes to die; and whatever you do, God sees it well. (3:156)

Tarziq

(Providing)

Literally meaning providing, sustaining, and maintaining, tarziq is also among the Attributes of action. Everything from food and beverages to whatever we need for our physical, mental, and spiritual life is included in the meaning of the word rizq (provision) and, therefore, everything is provided by God, the All-Providing. In dozens of verses, such as the following ones, the Qur’an of miraculous exposition reminds us that God is the All-Providing for all of creation and emphasizes His majestic Attribute of Providing:

O you who believe! Eat of the pure, wholesome things that We have provided for you, and (in return) give thanks to God, if you worship Him alone.(2:172)

Those who believe in the Unseen, establish the Prayer in conformity with its conditions, and out of what We have provided for them they spend (in God’s cause and for the needy). (2:3)

We do not ask you to provide for Us; rather, it is We Who provide for you. (20:132)

Say: “Who is it that provides for you from heaven and earth…?”

(10:31)

Surely those that you worship instead of God do not have power to provide for you; so seek all your provision from God, and worship Him and be thankful to Him. (29:17)

God enlarges provision for whom He wills of His servants, and straitens it (for whom He wills). Surely God has full knowledge of everything. (29:62)

In addition to those explained above, it is possible to mention many other Attributes of action related to the Attribute of Making Exist, such as Arrangement or Organization, Beautification, Mak- ing Happy, Bestowing Bounties, Making Victorious, and Defeating. But since we intended only to give a brief explanation of the Divine Attributes of Glory, let us not go beyond the limit of our in- tentions and put a halt to our discussion here.

O God! I ask You for Your forgiveness, health, and for Your good pleasure, regard and attention, breezes of peace and relief, and for Your intimacy, Your nearness, and Your love. And bestow blessings and peace on the noblest one of Your creatures, our master Muhammad, and on his Family and Companions, pure and clean.

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The Second Sunday in Lent, The Transfiguration - Latin Calendar

by Fr. Francis Xavier Weninger, 1876

“And His face did shine as the sun.”–Matt. 17

The Gospel read by the Church on the first Sunday of in Lent invites her children to employ this time of grace! in cleansing themselves from the stain of sin, in freeing themselves from the slavery of Satan, in overcoming temptation, in one word, in destroying sin. To day's Gospel teaches that a true child of the Church and of Christ must not be satisfied with not offending God, nor living separated from Him in the state of mortal sin; but he must endeavor to lead a holy life, and follow Christ closely.

At the same time, the words of today's Gospel indicate the condition necessary to walk the path of perfection, to follow Christ, and to become more and more like Him. The evangelist says: “And His face did shine as the sun.” What meaning has this in reference to our striving after perfection? I shall answer this question today.

O Mary, thou sublime woman, whom St. John in the Revelation saw clothed with the sun, beg Jesus to grant us purity of intention, that we may live and die for Him alone! I speak in the most holy name of Jesus, to the greater glory of God!

“The face of Jesus did shine as the sun.” The expression, “as the sun, refers not only to a flood of light, which even the moon and a multitude of stars send forth; but also to certain other qualities of the sun, which our actions must figuratively copy if we desire our life to resemble that of Jesus, and to glorify God.

I will speak first of purity of intention, namely, that quality in all our actions and omissions, in all our thoughts, words, wishes, and works, which directs them at all times to the glory of God. The example of Christ speaks to us of this most forcibly. Through the Incarnation of the Son of God, the sun rose gloriously in the bosom of Mary, for, according to St. Paul, the first words of Christ in the moment of His conception were: “Behold I come to do Thy will, O God.” “I have meat to eat which you know not,” He said to the disciples when His apostolic mission was at its height. And again: “Father, not My will, but Thine be done,” was his prayer, and the outpouring of His heart on the last evening of His life.

He asks His disciples to live in imitation of Him. Whence the Apostle says: “Whatsoever you do, do all things for the glory of God.” “Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven,” thus He teaches those to pray who belong to Him, declaring all worthless that is not done according to the holy will of God, and for His glory.

We will perceive the importance and necessity of this state of mind in following Christ upon the path of Christian perfection, if we but consider the last aim and end of creation, and especially of man. For that last aim and end is no other than the outward glorification of God, through voluntary obedience to His holy will.

The light of the sun symbolizes that purity of intention expressed by the words: “All to the great glory of God,” which is the property of a truly fervent soul.

Before the sun rises, all nature is veiled in darkness, notwithstanding the presence of those large luminous worlds, the stars. Similar is the state of his soul in the service of God, who thinks only of himself, and sees nothing beyond his own desires. The spiritual life of such a man is shrouded in the darkness of night.

The sun, once above the horizon, rises ever higher and higher; and, by the manner in which he sends out his light, seems to say: Everywhere, all over the earth, as far as my rays can pierce, I give light, all for the greater glory of God!

So it is with the Christian, who, during the day, preserves in his heart the pure intention of doing the will of God, and this only; who lives for God alone, as his last aim and end.

Unhappily, we have but few suns here below who shine like that of St. Ignatius, only to honor the Almighty, and who in all they do, desire, or suffer, seek only to glorify their God. Christians who wish to live as Christians, generally have in part this good intention. In a measure, they seek to glorify God; but, as the moon borrows her light from the sun, and shows through it her own face, so their works, made bright with the light of God's service, frequently show that “I” which obtrudes itself in various ways.

The sun proceeds on his course; whether the sky be clear or clouded, whether the air be calm or disturbed by storm. Thus those walk upon earth who live for God alone, who see Him only in all their actions. They walk onward, never heeding the obstacle they encounter, calm alike in misery and in prosperity. How different from those who, as long as nothing stands in their way, are filled with zeal; but who, as soon as an obstacle hinders their progress, become despondent and abandon their purpose!

The light of the sun never changes, while that of the moon increases, diminishes, and, at times, disappears altogether. A soul sustained by the pure intention of living for God alone remains ardent and steadfast, while one who acts through other motives is changeable, sometimes zealous, again thoughtless, and often even forsakes ignominiously the work which he undertook for the glory of God.

At the close of today's Gospel the Evangelist says: “They saw no man, but only Jesus.” How few there are to all whose actions these words can be truthfully applied. They, perhaps, do look up to Jesus, and try to follow Him, and become like Him; but their eyes wander too often from Him to themselves and others. They desire, while practising works of piety, to satisfy their self-love, and to give all due respect to human considerations. Hail, to those Christians of whom it may be said: In all they do, they think of Jesus only, of being pleasing in His sight, of following, of serving Him, of becoming daily more like Him, and of possessing Him! They will be led by the spirit of prayer to Mount Tabor, and their life will be transformed into a life of such holiness that it will shine as the sun! Amen! 

And His garments became white as snow.” Matt. 17.

“Lord, cleanse me more and more,” sighed David to God. We all have cause to repeat his cry, even if we forsake the path of evil, and endeavor to walk in the footsteps of the just. Though we try to exercise ourselves in good works, we are yet far from the perfection we ought to aspire to in all our actions, especially in those of daily routine, which our vocation upon earth obliges us to perform. These we must render, like the wheat in the Gospel, worthy of being placed in the granaries of heaven, and, despite their many imperfections, strive to keep in the category, so to say, of good deeds.

We are reminded of this in today's Gospel: “And His garments became white as snow.” The garments which clothe our soul, are the good works which we practise, according to our station in life. If each one of these were performed with the purest intention, and were free from every stain of imperfection, what an adornment they would prove to be, how they would embellish the soul, and what a gain they would be for heaven! Unfortunately this is seldom the case. There are few of our works whose brightness is untarnished by sin.

We will consider today, particularly, the stains which deface our daily works, and meditate upon the best means of avoiding and guarding against them. Mary, thou who, according to Holy Writ, standest robed in garments of gold, before the throne of the Most High, thou, purest of the pure, in thought and deed, grant that we, taught and guided by thee, may gain strength to free ourselves from every stain of imperfection and sin! I speak in the most holy name of Jesus, to the greater glory of God.

St. John, speaking in the Apocalypse of the saints in heaven, says: “They were clothed in white robes.” These white garments and these shining, precious material of which they are made, says he, are righteousness and good works. This material is made up principally of our daily works. For, in order to become holy it is not necessary to perform great and astonishing outward deeds. The Almighty has not chosen or called every one for such a career; hence every one has not received the divine grace which it requires. As to those great works of which we read in the lives of the saints, they were not the means of making them what they were; it was, rather, the perfection with which they performed their daily duties which made them so rich in merit.

A friend of St. Francis de Sales used to say of this saint, that he did nothing unusual, and yet all that he did seemed unusual, on account of the perfect manner in which it was performed. And what are the stains which cling to our daily works and deface them, and often even totally destroy them, by robbing them of all merit for the life to come? They are these:

First, the stain of indolence, arising from a want of energy to rise early, and always at the same time, in order to say our morning prayers and to implore God to protect and bless us during the day. All who are indolent in rising, who begin the day slothfully and without devout, earnest prayer, stain thus early in the morning the robes of their soul.

The second stain on the robe of our daily works, is want of a pure intention to live that day only to fulfill the will of God, and to do all that we do for Him alone. We seek too much after self, and are too often actuated by the temporal motive of gaining wealth, honor, or enjoyment. This want of a pure in tention is a stain on the white garment of our daily work.

Further, this robe is soiled by an ill-regulated performance of the duties of our state of life. We act either too sluggishly or too precipitatedly, with reluctance and through habit. We enter upon our daily duties without raising our minds to God, and, during the day, forget His holy presence. Instead, we often, without reflection or precaution, seek company and dissipation, fritter away our time in idle conversation, and, of course, sully our robe with many sins of the tongue. Who can count the sins that are daily committed by piously-inclined persons through want of a proper guard over their tongues?

Another abundant source of stains on our good works is want of charity. Under this head may be classed cutting remarks, unkind accusations and reproaches, often accompanied with contemptuous and offensive bearing. Then we contract stains by omitting to labor at the instruction and improvement of others, and, in general, to perform corporal and spiritual works of mercy. There are, besides, stains of rash suspicions and judgments, and even of participation in petty backbiting and calumny. I must not forget jealousy, envy, and general narrowness.

Stains in abundance fall on our daily actions from a want of trite love for the cross. Hence comes peevishness, hence impatience, that almost tears our good deeds to tatters. This is especially the case when, through want of love for the cross, man is tempted to murmur against divine Providence, or to submit unwillingly to the decrees of the Almighty.

To these may also be added the spots which arise from obstinacy, selfishness, conceit, presumption, and the want of mortification, a virtue without which life can not be truly holy. In conclusion, the luster of our daily works is stained, and the robe of our soul discolored by our carelessness in preventing temptations from approaching us, or by our sloth in banishing them as soon as they draw nigh.

What a subject for self-examination is all I have just said to yon, my dear listener! How many imperfections, think you, blemish the record of your good works?

As St. Ignatius assures us, the means of freeing ourselves from these imperfections lie in the unremitting exercise of particular examination, or the so-called special daily examine of conscience. Resolve that, from today, you will examine earnestly and faithfully your conscience, and will choose, as subject of your examine, one after the other, all the points I have placed before you. Then the robes of your good works, gradually cleansed from all imperfection, will become more and more white, until you will shine, clothed in most radiant garments, in the community of the saints! Amen!

We are admonished by the transfiguration of Christ upon Mount Tabor, that we who have been enlightened by the Saviour, instructed by His Word, guided and encouraged by His example, must not be satisfied with living as a man among men a purely human life. Destined, as we are, for a supernatural aim and end, we must endeavor to lead here upon earth the life of the blessed, in heaven, the life of angels, in accordance with the words of the great Apostle: “But our conversation is in heaven.” And further, we must live in this world, shrouded in the night of sin, in such a manner as to become a light to others.

If we live thus, we shall secure, even in this world, genuine happiness; and we shall be intensely happy if we make our spiritual abode in the three places which, as I conceive, figure the three tabernacles that St. Peter wished to build upon Mount Tabor. These, if we are in earnest, are here upon earth in our possession, in the sanctuary of the Church.

They are: The pulpit, the confessional the altar. In today's sermon I shall explain the manner in which I conceive this. O Mary, thou who art first among the saints, obtain for us that we may dwell joyfully in those three places in the sanctuary of the Almighty, from which the stream of heavenly bliss flows upon the world. I speak in the most holy name of Jesus, to the greater glory of God!

The first tabernacle, or the first place to which I point, in the sanctuary of God, and which, if we properly dwell therein, will prompt us to say, with the Apostle: It is good for us to be here; is not the tabernacle of Moses the Christian pulpit, or meditation upon the divine Word? Christ Himself has said: “Blessed are those who hear and keep the Word of God.” And again: “Those who are; of God will hear his word.” The Gospel tells us how Mary Magdalene thirsted to hear the words of Christ, and how she forgot all else in the joy of sitting at his feet and listening to Him.

It is certainly a good sign when a Christian loves to hear the Word of God as it is expounded in the churches every Sunday and holyday; but this is not enough, and no child of the Church should be content with merely this. He should not rest until he is thoroughly instructed in all the doctrines of his faith, in the entire science of salvation, in order not only to know his faith, but to regulate his life in accordance with its precepts. He must take the truths of faith to heart, and enter into the spirit of contemplation, of true heart-felt prayer. To meditate upon the Word of God, to hold communion with Him, should be regarded as the most important occupation of our life. To hear God's Word, as it were, from His own mouth, unites us to Him personally. Thrice blessed lot, if, as St. John of the Cross says, our life in faith through prayerful communion with God allow us, even here upon earth, to taste the joys of heaven, as did so many of the saints. The soul who experiences this may well exclaim: It is good for us to be here!

The place in the sanctuary of God which I liken unto the second tabernacle of Elias is the confessional. If a Christian is determined to walk in the path of holiness, he will, of his own free will, approach often the Sacrament of Penance. He will confess his sins, and strive to cleanse himself from the dust of daily imperfections, in order to secure for himself an abundance of actual graces, and thus increase sanctifying grace, which augments the splendor of our transfiguration into a likeness with God.

Every Christian who does this with the burning zeal of an Elias, and who is filled with the desire of making progress upon the path of perfection, will have reason to rejoice, and will feel at rest and secure, be cause his humble submission to the minister of Christ the confessor has freed him from the danger of being deceived by the wiles of Satan.

The more at rest the heart is, the surer is it to fulfill the most holy will of God, and the more courageous and determined the soul is to traverse the path that leads to heaven. She has cause to exclaim, comforted by the sight of the confessional: It is good to be here!

The third place to which I refer in the sanctuary of God is the Altar the tabernacle and shrine of Christ, where He really and personally dwells among us.

From this shrine issues the word which Christ spoke to the Samaritan woman: If thou didst know the gift of God, and who He is who speaketh to thee! The Samaritan woman did not know. We do. What exultations, therefore, should every Christian feel when he thinks of the happiness of being so near Jesus, of speaking to Him, yea, even of taking Him to his heart! There are, in this regard, three circumstances which heighten this happiness.

First. Christ is near me and with me; I can go to Him, go to the tabernacle, where He dwells, as often as I wish! O what happiness! Who does not envy Mary the happiness which was bestowed upon her, in the privilege of dwelling for thirty years under the same roof with Christ!

As children of the Church, in the quiet of the house of God, where Christ dwells in the Most Holy Sacrament, we partake of this happiness. Yes, we possess one advantage. Even Mary could not speak to Jesus as often as she liked, at all times. Jesus worked by the side of His foster-father Joseph, and at such times could not speak to His mother. Here, in the tabernacle, Jesus is ready at every moment of the day or night to listen to us, to speak to us, and to bestow graces upon us.

Christ sacrifices Himself for me upon the altar! I have the grace to assist at the sacrifice which He offered for me upon the cross! O what happiness! Especially, as the sacrifice upon the cross was offered but once, while that upon the altar is renewed as often as Mass is read. And still more, by Holy Communion I am permitted to receive Him into my heart, body and soul, as God and Man, to be transformed into Him! O what happiness!

It is by this means that I shall know Him personally, that I shall love Him; and, if this is accomplished, then I shall have, with St. Francis Xavier, St. Teresa, and all the saints, a foretaste of the infinite happiness which Christ has prepared for us in heaven.

How well for all believing Christians it would be, if they benefited by the presence of Christ, upon the altar, in the tabernacle! Where could a human being be found, be it man or woman, youth or maiden, who, visiting the Blessed Sacrament daily, hearing Mass daily, receiving Holy Communion frequently, and showing, by his gratefulness, that a love like that of St. John for Christ filled his heart, would not prove himself a Christian in the fullest sense of the term, and for whose salvation we would have no cause to fear.

Let us, therefore, resolve to benefit by these three holy places in the sanctuary of God's Church, and we shall, with grateful hearts, exclaim to the Lord: It is good to be here! Amen!  

Why was Christ transfigured in presence of His apostles, on Mount Tabor?

To permit them to see the glorious majesty of His divinity; to guard them from doubts when they should afterwards see Him die on Mount Calvary; to encourage because of the future glory the disciples, and with them all the faithful, to be patient in all crosses and afflictions, for the bodies of the just at the resurrection will be made like the glorified body of Christ. (Phil. iii. 21.)

Why did Moses and Elias appear there?

That they might testify, that Jesus was really the Saviour, announced by the law and the prophets, and that the law and the prophets received fulfilment in Him. The law was represented by Moses, the prophets by Elias.

Why did Peter wish to build three tabernacles there?

The delightful sweetness of the apparition in which Jesus made him participator, so enraptured him, that he knew not what he said, not considering that glory cannot be attained without labor, the crown without fight, joy without crosses and afflictions. 

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September 8th 1820 saw the hanging and beheading of John Baird and Andrew Hardie.

They were the casualties (along with James Wilson, who suffered the same fate on August 30) of the Radical Wars. Following the end of the long Napoleonic Wars the subsequent economic downturn brought increasing dissent, with skilled Scottish weavers at the forefront of demands for major change.  In 1812 the weavers had defied the law by striking for nine weeks after employers had refused to pay a wage increase agreed upon by magistrates.

A (28 man) Committee of Organisation for Forming a Provisional Government placed placards around Glasgow on Saturday 1 April 1820 calling for a national strike the following Monday. In the weeks leading up to the call, the committee had arranged for military training for its supporters. With his military experience, John Baird, was given responsibility for the training programme. Meantime, the government pressed ahead with constructing a network of spies and agent provocateurs.

When as many as 60,000 workers took up the call for action on April 3 some then, unsuccessfully, sought to seize weapons. James Wilson of Strathaven was identified as one of the ringleaders of men who attacked the militia as they escorted prisoners to Greenock jail. After being hung, Wilson was decapitated as the authorities, terrified by revolutionary turmoil in Ireland and France, sought to reassert their control by brutal methods. En route with a small detachment of men to the Carron Company Ironworks in Falkirk to remove weapons manufactured there, Baird and Hardie were ordered to wait at Bonnymuir whilst others moved forward to grab the weapons. A detachment of Hussars and Yeomanry troopers were later ordered to attack the rebels at Bonnymuir, four of whom were wounded, whilst nineteen were captured and imprisoned in Stirling Castle.

In total 88 men were charged with treason in Scotland and at Glasgow and Stirling a special Court was established to prosecute them. Wilson was executed on 30 August and nine days later Hardie and Baird, who before they died defied the Sheriff of Stirling by refusing not to make political speeches from the gallows, suffered the same fate.

Baird said: “We cry to heaven for vengeance.” Hardie said: “Our blood is shed…..for no other sin but seeking the legitimate rights of our ill used and down trodden beloved Countrymen.” Afterwards the Sheriff warned the 2,000 crowd, “go quietly home and read your Bibles, and remember the fate of Hardie and Baird.”

In due course another 19 rebels, a number of whom had participated after being urged to do so by agent provocateurs, were transported to the penal colonies in New South Wales or Tasmania. Following a campaign in Scotland led by journalist Peter MacKenzie, they were later all granted an absolute pardon in 1835, a bit late for the three that were executed......

The pic shows a Broadside giving details of the executions, of course the inflammatory words spoken by the pair are excluded, the editors perhaps fearful of the consequences, it treads. 

YESTERDAY, 8th September, 1820, the preparation for the execution of these unfortunate men having been completed the previous night, this morn- ing the scaffold appeared to the view of the inhabitants.    On each side the scaf- fold was placed a coffin, at the head of which was a tub, filled with saw-dust, destined to receive the head.    To the side of the tub was affixed a block.The clergymen of the town (the reverend Drs Wright and Small,) and the reverend Mr Bruce, throughout the confinement of the prisoners, were unremitting in their duties. The morning pre- vious to the execution was spent almost solely in devotion and reflections, suited to the awful situa- tion of the prisoners. About 11 o'clock a troop of the 7th Dragoon Guards arrived from Falkirk, and were assisted by the 13th Foot quartered in the Castle.At a quarter after one the procession left the Castle, and was seen to move down Broad Street, the unfortunate men in a hurdle, their backs to the horse, and the headsman with his axe sitting so as to face them. They were respect- ably dressed in black, with weepers. The procession was attended by the Sheriff-depute and his Substitute, and the Magistrates, all with their staves of office. The troops lined the streets so as to permit the whole to pass slowly and undisturbed to the spot intended for the execution. During the procession, the prisoners sung a hymn, in which they were joined by the multitude.At 20 minutes to two o'clock, the hurdle arrived at the Court-house. Hardie first descended. He was followed by Baird, then the headsman. Hardie, by mistake, was conducted into the waiting-room. He bowed twice respectfully to the gentlemen who were present. The Reverend Dr Wright accompanied Hardie. The Reverend Dr Small, and Mr Brown, were with Baird. Hardie turned round, and observing how few persons were present, said to one of the clergymen, " Is this all that is to be present." Dr Wright read the whole of the 51st psalm. He then delivered a most impressive prayer; after which, a few verses of the same psalm, from the 7th verse, were sung by the prisoners and others present, Hardie giving out two lines at a time, in a clear and distinct voice, and sung the same without any tremulency. The Reverend Dr Small then delivered a prayer, remarkable for zeal and fervour ; after which, the 103d psalm was sung, Hardie giving out two lines at a time as before.The conduct of these two men while in the Court-room was most calm and unassuming. Some refreshment being offered, Hardie took a glass of sherry, and Baird a glass of port. Hardie said something the exact import of which we could not collect. He begged the sheriff to express their gratitude to General Graham, Major Peddie, and the public authorities, for their humanity and at- tention ; he then bowed to the other persons present, and drank off the whole of the contents of the glass. Baird then addressed himself to the sheriff, and beg- ged to convey sentiments of a similàr nature. When they were pinioned Har- die mentioned to Baird to come forward to the scaffold. While in the Court- room both prisoners particularly Hardie, seemed less affected by their situation than any other person present; his hand, while he held his book, never trem- bled. On their arrival at the scaffold, there was a dead silence. After a few minutes, Baird addressed the crowd in a very loud voice. He adverted to the circumstance in which he was placed, and said he had but little to say, but that he never gave his assent to any thing inconsistent with truth and justice. He then recommended the bible, and a peaceful conduct to his hearers. Hardie then addressed the crowd. He commenced with the word " Countrymen." At some- ting which we could not completely catch, and which we must not guess at there was a huzzaing, and marks of approbation. After a few moments silence as if recollecting he had proceeded too far, and had excited feelings inconsistent with his situation, he spoke again. He adised the crowd not to think of them, but to attend to their bibles, and recommended them, in place of going to pub- lic houses, to drink to the memory of Baird and Hardie, that they would retire to their devotions. After the ropes were adjusted, a most warm and aflectionate prayer was delivered by the reverend Mr Bruce. At eleven minutes before three the necessary arrangements being made, Hardie gave the signal, when they were launched into eternity. After hanging half an hour, they were cut down, and placed upon the cof- fins, with, their necks upon a block; the headsman then came forward ; he was a little man, appar- ently about 18 years of age; he wore a black crape over his face, a hairy cap, and a black gown On his appearance there was a cry of murder. He struck the neck of Hardie thrice before it was severed ; then held it up with both hands, saying, " This is the head of a traitor." He severed the head of Baird at two blows, held it up in the same, manner, and used the same words The coffin were then removed, and the crowd peaceably dispersed.Edinburgh;?Printed for William Cameron,?PRICE ONE PENNY.

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if someone tried to assassinate me that would make me feel so important and valued and beloved

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Mere mummy-papa ko 1 hafty ke liye Delhi jaana tha, lekin mein jaana nahi chahta tha, kyonki mujhe apni chhuttiyaan kharaab nahi karnee thi, lekin meri maan ko mere khaane peeny ki bohat tention thi to is liye unhonne meri bhabhi aur mere bhaiya ko mere ghar par rehny ke liye bulaaya, lekin bhaiya ko apne office ke kaam ki wajah se out of town jaana pada, to is liye bhabhi akele hi mere ghar par rukne aai. ab mein aapko apni bhabhi ke baare mein bataata hoon. meri bhabhi ka naam Kiran hai, woh 28 saal ki hai aur unka rang bohat gora hai aur woh bohat gori hai aur unka figure 36-26-38 hai, woh bohat hot hai aur woh zyaadaatar woh backales sari hi pehnti hai aur usmen woh aur bhi zyaada hot lagti hai, woh apni saree apni naabhi ke niche baandhati thi.

ab mein seedha story par aata hoon. ab train ka time hone ki wajah se mere mummy-papa jaldi nikal gaye aur unky nikalne ke thodi der ke baad hi Kiran bhabhi mere ghar aa gai. phir unhonne dor bel bajai aur phir mainne daravaaza khola to mein unhen dekhta hi rah gaya, woh kya mast maal lag rahi thi? unhonne laal aur kaale color ki sari pehan rakhi thi aur unhonne apni sari ko apni naabhi se niche baandh rakha tha.

phir uske baad mainne unka velakam kiya aur phir unhonne mere mummy-papa ke baare mein poochha. phir mainne unko bataya ki unkye train ka time ho raha tha to woh jaldi nikal gaye. phir ham dono baaten karne lage. phir ham dono ne film dekhne ka plan banaaya to ham movie dekhne ek multiplex mein gaye. phir movie dekhne ke baad humne dinner kiya aur phir wapis ghar aa gaye. ham raat ke 10 baje tak ghar aa gaye the. phir humne thodi der tak film ke baare mein baaten ki aur phir mainne bola ki.

mein :- bhabhi, mein apne kamre mein so jaoonga aur aap doosre bedroom mein so jaana.

bhabhi :- doosre bedroom mein kyon? tum mere saath hi so jaana, mujhe akele mein dar lagta hai.

ab yeh sunane ke baad mein bohat khush ho gaya aur yeh soch liya ki aaj raat kuchh to pakka karoonga. phir thodi der ke baad bhabhi nahaane chali gayi aur phir jab woh bathroom se bahar aai, to mein unhen dekhkar pagal hi ho gaya, unhonne sirf ek towel apne badan par odh rakha tha. phir woh bedroom mein change karne chali gai. phir change karne ke baad woh bahar aai to woh kya lag rahi thi? unhonne laal rang ki backales sari pehan rakhi thi aur laal rang ki lipastik bhi laga rakhi thi. phir unhonne bola ki unhen sari bohat pasand hai aur woh raat ko bhi sari pehnti thi. phir unhonne bola ki raat kaafi ho chuki hai, chalo so jaate hai.

mein :- oke bhabhi.

phir kamre mein jaane ke baad mainne lait band ki aur bed par let gaya. tabhi bhabhi boli ki unkye pith dard kar rahi hai to unhonne mujhse bola ki lait on karke unkye pith daba doon. phir mainne lait on ki aur dekha to woh apne pet ke bal leti hui thi. phir mainne unkye pith dabaana shuroo kiya. phir mainne socha ki ab kuchh kiya jae, to mein unkye puri pith par apna haath phairny laga aur ab woh bhi aah aah ooo aisi awaazein nikaal rahi thi. ab unkye mu se ye awaazein sunkar mujhe tadap chadh gai thi.

bhabhi :- Ricky mera blouse khol do, tumhen meri pith dabaane mein aasaani hogi.

mein :- oke bhabhi.

ab jab mein unka blouse kholne ja raha tha to mainne dekha ki uski dori bohat tight bandhi thi.

mein :- bhabhi iski dori to kaafi tight hai.

bhabhi :- ek baar koshish to karo.

phir mere baar-baar koshish karne par bhi woh dori nahi khul rahi thi. phir mainne apne daaton ka upayog kiya aur tab jaakar unka blouse khula aur phir mein unkye pith dabaane laga.

bhabhi :- aahah Ricky zor se bohat achha lag raha hai, thoda niche aur niche.

phir jaise hi mein niche dabaane laga to tabhi bhabhi mudi aur phir mujhe apni baaho mein bhar liya aur mujhe paaglon ki tarah har jagah kis karne lagi.

mein :- bhabhi yeh aap kya kar rahi ho?

bhabhi :- ab tum itne bhi bachy nahi ho ki tumhen bataana pade ki mein kya kar rahi hoon? mujhe ab aur mat tarpao, kam on Ricky mujhe chodo, apni jawan aur pyaasi bhabhi ko chodo, ab woh mujhe har jagah kis karty hue bole ja rahi thi.

ab yeh sab sunane ke baad mujhse bhi raha nahi gaya aur phir mein bhi unhen har jagah kis karne laga. phir bhabhi ne mera mu pakra aur phir mujhe smooch karne lagi. ab mujhe unkye lipastik ka test aa raha tha aur 10-15 minute tak mein aur bhabhi lip kis karne lage. phir uske baad mein kitchen mein gaya aur fridge se ek chocolate aur chocolate ka pest laaya.

phir mainne ek taraf woh chocolate apne mu mein rakhi aur dusri taraf se bhabhi ne apne mu mein rakhi aur phir humne woh chocolate khaani shuroo ki. phir uske baad ham dono ke honth mile aur ham dono phir se smooch karne lage, woh meri pehli chocolate kis thi. ab kis karty time us chocolate ka test aur bhi zyaada badh gaya tha aur kis ka maza bhi dugana ho gaya tha.

phir mainne bhabhi ka blouse phaada aur unka petikot bhi utaar diya, unhonne kaale rang ki bra aur penti pehni hui thi, ek to woh itni gori aur upar se kaale rang ki bra mein unky mote- mote boobs ekdam mast lag rahe the. phir mainne unkye bra utaari aur unky mote-mote boobs par chocolate ka pest daal diya aur phir unky boobs ko choosne laga, kya bataoon dosto jab mein unky boobs ko choos raha tha mujhe kitna maza aa raha tha?

bhabhi :- aahahahahah chooso aur zor se aah oohah aahahahahahah aya yaahah.

ab yeh sab sunane ke baad mein unky boobs ko kaatane bhi laga tha. ab woh puri pagal ho gai thi. phir uske baad unhonne mera camera nikaala aur phir usko kaimara stand par rakha taaki achha sin aae. phir mainne unko mana bhi kiya, lekin woh nahi maani. phir unhonne kaha ki daro mat kal subah video ko dilit kar dena.

phir unhonne camera ka button dabaaya aur phir woh mere kapray utaarane lagi aur meri chhaati ko chaatny lagi. phir unhonne mera underwear bhi utaar diya aur ab ham dono poore nange the, ab woh mujhe phrench kis karne lagi thi.

phir 10 minute ke baad mainne unhen bed par letaaya aur phir unkye choot mein fingering karne laga. phir mein apni zubaan unkye choot mein dalne laga, ab woh tadapati machhali ki tarah jhatapataane lagi thi. phir uske baad woh mere upar chadh gai aur mere gale par kis karne lagi. phir woh meri puri body ko chaatny lagi.

bhabhi :- Ricky ab aur na tarpaon apne lund se apni bhabhi ki pyaas bujhao.

phir woh mere upar baithi aur phir mainne apna lund unkye choot mein daal diya, ab woh upar niche hone lagi thi aur bohat zor-zor se maun karne lagi thi.

bhabhi :- ahah Ricky fuck me, chodo mujhe, apni bhabhi ko chodo aahahahah, aaj apni bhabhi ki choot ko phaad daalo, chodo mujhe osh.

mein :- bhabhi aahahahah aah oooh.

phir kareeb 15 minute ke baad bhabhi boli.

bhabhi :- aahah Ricky mein discharge honay wali hoon, aai emmm kaming.

phir ham dono ek saath discharge ho gaye. phir uske baad mainne apni video ko pen drive mein daala aur phir TV. mein apni hi blue film chalai. ab mein aur bhabhi bed par poore nange pade the. phir mainne ek razai nikaali aur phir ham dono ne use odha aur apni hi video dekhne lage. phir kuchh 10 minute tak ham dono french kis karty rahe aur phir uske baad ham ek doosre se chipak kar nange hi so gaye.

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