#this is probably the most obscene thing ive written as of yet

[dog-babyy]

I'm about to talk about PISS so if you're not into that LOOK AWAY NOW

on my hands and knees on the bed with Tony fucking me from behind and Steve laying underneath me licking my clit when I squirt all over his face 💘💓💝💗💖

[raysletters]

get to know your fanfic writer!

i have to be honest, the lovelies @14carrotghoul and @suseagull04 tagged me for this like a week ago and i have incredibly bad memory, but here i am anyway (thanks for the tag and sorry for being late lol 💀)

when did you post your first ever fanfic?

oh my god,,,,,, i think it was 2015(??

first character(s) you wrote for:

before i say this, i need to explain i was a child with a very early access to internet. also, i am, as a great mind said once, a pathological people pleaser, and my sister was a directioner,,,,,,,,, so yes ofc i wrote a fanfic about harry styles for my sister, even though i never published it, and it was just a dumb y/n story,,,,,,,, (this was like 2012). though, since harry styles is a real person and not a character like my 9yo self thought, then i assume the next one would be,,,,, damon salvatore (it was posted on wattpad and absolutely horrible, i had an hyperfixation and created an oc and everything)

main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

alex claremont-díaz, henry fox-mountchristen-windsor, beatrice fox-mountchristen-windsor, june claremont-díaz, nora holleran, and percy "pez" okonjo have all had their points of view written or worked on at some point on my docs. between that and them seeing the light of day is another thing.

character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

i- i guess, since they haven't been posted yet, bea, nora and pez will get their time to shine (soon, hopefully) on my next fics. ive also been trying to write a bit of catherine for the diabetic!henry au,,,,, but its been really hard bc its all just too close to home.

fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

red, white & royal blue

platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

at this moment im obsessed with writing alex interacting with both bea and pez, bc we didnt get enough of that on the book and fics always show june being besties with henry and i kinda wanted to pull an uno reverse on that trope. also, im really interested in writing some henry and nora, bc they're besties on the book that gossip about drag race and stuff,,,,, but i want to maybe dive into it a bit deeper.

romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

firstprince and junopez, and ive already have two wips where i give bea a girlfriend,,,,,, so theres that

your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

i literally went to my dashboard to look it up, the first one is my different alterations of the tag "not beta read", but we're not going to count that one. next we have (surprisingly to no one) "angst", "mental health issues" 💀💀, and lastly "songfic" jskssjsksjsksjsksjskswjsksjsksjsks

your current platform where you post your works:

you can find me on ao3 as raysletters

snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

i am working on SO many wips rn bc ive been sick and that has meant being in bed and not doing shit most of the day bc it hurts to breathe sjsksjsksjsksjskssjsksjkssjsksjsjsjajkssj

here, i give yall a snippet of the musician!alex au yall saw on the wip title game (that can be alternatively called "fulfilling most of smut saturday prompts in one single fic bc i wanted to try writing smut and it quickly got out of my hands")

so, idk if this would be nsfw bc it is not the smut itself, but more like smut-adjacent narration, but still putting the break so y'all can decide if you want to read it or not

This exact moment, though? It might not only embarrass him in a very public setting, but might also make him combust and collapse from sheer lust.

The entire place is crowded to the point of asphyxiation, the fans are spinning at their limit speed on the ceiling, and Henry feels like this is probably how hell feels.

That is, if hell ever had the pleasure of getting Alexander Claremont-Díaz on his knees, making the most obscene and erotic guitar solo known to mankind, thrusting his hips to the rhythm of She by Harry Styles on his guitar while the lights focus on him; his open white shirt shows the chain he now knows contains the key to his family's home at Texas, his glistening chest and the sweat that rolls over his collarbones, his pectorals, his abdomen and then disappear on his navel behind the guitar. It makes Henry reminisce of that first video he ever saw of Alex, and can’t help but compare the performance to seeing it live after more than a year, while knowing how excited he had been at the rehearsal, jumping and moving around while refusing to practice because of his own jitters.

Of course it paid off, Alex, the bloody show-off, has the entire place entranced under his spell, not even the clients sitting on the bar stools, who had shown little interest in the performance through the night, could take their eyes off of Alex.

Henry absolutely gets it, but can't help the feeling of jealousy that courses through him. He desperately wants to drop to his knees to show Alex how marvelous he is, hoping he thrusts in his mouth like he does on his guitar.

[simplyemm]

In the Cards: IV of Pentacles

pairing: Bucky x Reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: meet cute (kinda), little bit of fluff, pet name (solnyshka), mentions of kidnapping, unedited, so all mistakes are mine.

summary: There is a new face around the Tower, and you want to make him feel welcome.

Header image by me.

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IV of Pentacles: stability, control, influence, security, frugality

The ding of the elevator alerted you to the arrival of your somewhat-expected visitor. Steve Rogers had been making the rounds to all of the Tower employees, letting everyone know about the most recent addition to the building, as well as doing his best to allay any safety concerns that people might have. Cause y’know people might freak out just a little bit that the Winter Soldier was now in residence and not-entirely-okay.

“Hiya Cap,” you greeted, looking up from the disassembled Widow Bite you were working on improving for Natasha. “What’s up?”

“So you probably know why I’m here,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yup. Sergeant Barnes has moved in and he’s being given mostly free reign of the place to do a security check so he feels more secure in the Tower, right?”

“Word travels fast,” he muttered.

“Lab gremlins are gossips,” you confirmed. “But I get it, and so do most of the rest of the R+D staff. Everyone knows that they can have FRIDAY change up the access permissions if they get uncomfortable.”

“And yours?” Steve asked, glancing toward the doors on either side of your workshop.

“FRIDAY?” you called to the ever-present AI. She dinged in response. “Please allow Sergeant Barnes full access to my lab and associated spaces.”

“Of course.”

Steve smiled at you. “Thanks a lot, kid.”

“Let Sergeant Barnes know he’s welcome to lurk in my space whenever. I don’t mind the company.”

Steve chuckled. “No kidding, especially with the odd hours you keep.”

“Yeah well, science rests for no one, and someone has to keep up with all the upgrades y’all are constantly needing.”

Steve patted you on the shoulder and left you back to your own devices.

The next morning found you back to work, with only a few tweaks left to make on the improved Widow Bite.

“Good morning, solnyshka,” Natasha greeted as she entered the workshop, holding a steaming mug of tea. “I bring an offering.”

You look over at your for-the-moment favorite Avenger and grin. “Morning Nat. I’m just about ready to test out this upgrade.”

“Already? I just gave it to you like a day and a half ago!”

“And?” you shrugged. “Science waits for no one.” And you had worked all night on it, but you were not about to admit to that.

“You haven’t slept,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

You fight back a yawn. “No rest for the wicked,” you jest. “C’mon, let’s go test this out.”

The two of you head to the weapons testing area and you hand over the improved discs. You headed back behind a clear barrier where the control panel was. You had developed new testing dummies that allowed you to get readouts of possible biological reactions to the new tech, without needing actual people to be test dummies. It was one of the things you were most proud of.

“Ready?” you call. The Widow nods and you hit a button, causing several test dummies to appear and be summarily taken down by Natasha.

“I like them,” Nat says as the last dummy is taken down, twitching from the electrical current. “How are the readings?”

You look up from your StarkPad with a grin. “Fantastic. Will easily take down non-Enhanced without causing lasting permanent damage, enough to incapacitate. Gimme a minute and I can run a simulation to see--” you trail off, brain already moving a mile a minute to put in the parameters for the new simulation. The results make you grin even wider. “Can also cause at least minor inconvenience for super soldiers, provided we’re using Steve as a baseline.”

“Great!” Nat said. “Now go to sleep.”

You grumble good-naturedly, putting all of the testing tech to sleep, before heading out the testing lab door and across the hallway to your apartment. You really didn’t mind that your entire life could be contained in a single floor of Stark Tower, in fact, you actually preferred it that way. Tony had insisted that you move in after the second kidnapping incident, and you didn’t fight him on it...often. Besides, despite the incredibly generous salary Tony gave you, rent in New York City was not an expense you wanted to deal with.

*************

“I thought I told you to go to sleep,” Natasha said reproachfully when she entered the common area a few hours later and saw you sitting on the couch.

“Tried,” you replied. “Couldn’t do it. And I’m locked out of my lab for the next-” you glanced at the display of your StarkPhone, “-seven hours and thirty-four minutes, so I figured I would come hang out here.”

“Can’t FRIDAY unlock it for you?” Steve asked.

You laughed. “Nope, she’s the one who locked me out. It’s a protocol Pepper made Tony put in for himself that he so kindly added for me as well.”

The super soldier nodded in understanding. He looked over towards the elevator, hearing something that the two others didn’t, right before the door opened with a ding.

“Hey Buck,” Steve greeted softly, as the brown-haired man entered the space, looking around and observing everything. His eyes fell onto you and his brow furrowed, not recognizing the strange person in the space. “Oh right, you two haven’t met yet. Bucky, this is Y/N, she’s one of the--” he looked to you for a more apt description of your role.

“I usually go with lab gremlin, but I’m technically the Stark Industries lead mechanical engineer and tech liaison for the Avengers. It’s nice to meet you Sergeant Barnes.” You gave him a small smile and a little wave.

“Bedtime, solnyshka,” Natasha said. “At least try to get some sleep before FRIDAY unlocks your lab again. Please.”

“Ugh, fine,” you groaned, slowly getting up from the couch. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my cave.” And with that, you headed towards the elevator and back to your floor.

“Cave?” Bucky asked after the elevator doors closed behind you.

“It’s what she calls her floor,” Nat explained. “She has an apartment, her workshop, and one of the weapons testing labs all on the 87th floor. She emerges every now and again to socialize. Usually after she gets locked out from working too much.”

He nodded. He had yet to visit the 87th floor on his nightly sulks around the tower, but it had officially moved higher on his list.

*************

It was some obscenely early hour of the morning when Bucky made his way to the 87th floor of the Tower. Nightmares had woken him again, and he found himself wanting to see what your space was like. Steve had told him a bit about you after you had left, expounding upon your sunny disposition (which explained Natalia’s endearment) and your single-minded dedication to your work.

The elevator doors opened, revealing an open sitting area with three doors leading off it. The central doors were made of transparent glass and he could see you staring at a holographic display, moving things around with your fingertips, biting your lower lip in concentration. Unlike Stark, who favored loud rock as he worked, you had smooth jazz going in the background. Bucky could hear the murmur of the lyrics through the glass. To the right was another set of doors, the walls and door itself made of frosted glass. He assumed that led to your personal quarters, given that the doors on the left hand side had TESTING LAB written across them.

You looked up from your holo screen and the schematics displayed there after giving Bucky a chance to get his bearings. FRIDAY had informed you that he was on his way as soon as he had stepped into the elevator, but you hadn’t wanted to make him uncomfortable by immediately rolling out the welcome wagon. You tapped an icon in the corner of the holo screen, causing the doors of your workshop to slide open.

“Hi,” you said with a smile. “Wanna come in?”

He had been expecting something clinical and sterile feeling about the space, but that was not it at all. It felt more like a garage than an actual lab. He looked over to one of the corners, seeing a kitchenette and lounge area, complete with couch and television, which seemed counterintuitive to a work space, but it somehow fit.

“It’s a bit eclectic,” you admitted. “But it works for me.”

His eyes spread across the rest of the space, noting entrances, exits, and the lack of security for the floor-to-ceiling windows along the back wall.

“The windows aren’t secure,” he mumbled.

You smiled. “More so than you’d think,” you replied gently. “Virtually indestructible one-way glass. Tony doesn’t want just anyone seeing what I get up to here.” You gestured toward one of the swivel stools you had scattered around your various worktables. “You’re more than welcome to hang out for a bit, if you’d like.”

And so he did.

[clumsyclifford]

11 and 15 from fluff prompt list with Lashton please 🥺

anon this is the first fully fluff thing ive written in like. not to be dramatic but at least a week probably more so i wanna thank you for giving me the chance to write somethin nice and happy anyway without further ado some fluffy lashton

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Luke is fine until they pull up to the curb outside his house. But when Ashton says, “You ready?” he freezes.

“Luke?” Ashton prompts. Luke stares resolutely ahead, knuckles white as they clasp his knees. Gently, Ashton pries Luke’s left hand off his leg and laces their fingers together. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“No, I do,” Luke says tersely. Despite his determination, he doesn’t move.

“You don’t,” Ashton tells him, and means it. “If you’re not ready —”

“I’m ready,” Luke insists, although the tension in his jaw and shoulders might say otherwise. Stiffly he turns to look at Ashton. “I have to tell them,” he says, with a pleading look like maybe Ashton will just get it. “I have to tell them and I don’t want to lie to them about it, or about us, or any of it.”

“Okay,” Ashton says. “I know you know this, but they love you. They won’t love you less because you love me.”

“I know,” Luke mutters, eyes darting nervously around Ashton’s face, searching for an answer, maybe, or some extra courage. Ashton wishes it worked that way; he’d drain himself of all bravery just to give Luke that push to tell his parents the truth, but all he can do now is offer support and be here when Luke needs him.

“I’m right here,” Ashton adds. “I’ll be here the whole time. We’re leaving right after. You don’t have to stay.”

“It’s fine,” Luke says, like he hasn’t heard anything Ashton’s just said. “It’s fine. It’s fine, Ashton. It’s fine! You did it. I can do it. I’m not scared.”

Ashton wants to tell him that it’s okay to be scared, that he can know with total certainty that he won’t be rejected and still feel scared — that it’s scary to come out, by virtue of being — but it doesn’t really seem like that’s what Luke needs right now. So Ashton just squeezes his hand.

“First take a deep breath,” he says, and Luke does. “Okay?”

Luke exhales a long time, and the set of his shoulders loosens just a smidge. “Okay,” he says in a small voice. “I’m not scared.”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. You got this. I’ll be right outside.”

Luke nods, moves to open the door, aborts to gesture, leans instead across the dash to pull Ashton into a brief but fierce kiss, and then decisively pushes out the door. Ashton licks his lips. Some things never get old.

The twelve minutes that follow are among the most nerve-wracking of Ashton’s life. He knows that Liz and Andrew Hemmings are going to love Luke no matter what, and while Jack and Ben will almost certainly make fun of him, that’s par for the course. The Hemmings love their youngest, and Ashton knows that something as trivial as loving a boy won’t change that. Still, though, in the indescribable way that coming out is always scary even when it’s not, Ashton’s nerves are all on high alert. He doesn’t even dare turn the car off, just on the off-chance Luke comes racing out, begging to make a quick escape.

It doesn’t happen that way. What does happen is Luke ambling down his front steps, followed closely by Jack, who, as they get closer to the car, Ashton can hear making playful jabs, most of them obscene. Luke’s head is down, and there’s a furious blush coloring his cheeks. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else in the entire world, but when he meets Ashton’s eyes through the passenger seat window his lips quirk up in a smile.

“Take care of the kid,” Jack warns Ashton as Luke slides into the car. “Ben and I are gonna work together to give you the most threatening shovel talk of all time, so get ready for that.”

Ashton grins; he’s always liked Luke’s brothers. “Will do.” Then, to Luke: “Ready?”

Luke nods and glares out the window at Jack, who holds his hands up in surrender and starts retreating towards the house again. Ashton pushes the car into first gear, and with a small jerk they drive away.

“So,” Ashton says calmly. “It went okay?”

Luke slumps forward, and his forehead hits the glove compartment. “I was so nervous for nothing. I cried. I actually cried. It was so embarrassing, mum was like oh, we always knew — how did she know? And you don’t even want to know what Jack was like. If you thought that was bad —” He cuts himself off, shaking his head.

Ashton reaches across and rubs a hand comfortingly over Luke’s back. “I’m so proud of you,” he says lightly. “I know you were scared, and you did it anyway. That’s brave.”

“Don’t start,” Luke moans. “It was so stupid. I can’t believe — God. Dad’s face, Ash. He looked so fucking smug. I almost wanted to be like, psych! I bet he’s just glad I won’t be getting any girls pregnant.”

“I bet he just loves you,” Ashton counters, with a small smile. Luke seems relaxed enough to joke about it, a polar opposite of the Luke that had exited Ashton’s car only fifteen minutes prior.

“I bet Jack and Ben buy me lube or something gross like that for my birthday,” Luke grumbles, and Ashton laughs. “I’ll bet you anything in the world.”

“I’m not taking a bet I know I’ll lose.”

“Thanks for coming with me,” Luke says suddenly. Ashton glances over at Luke as he slows to a stop at a red light. Luke gives him a smile, one that’s almost embarrassed in its sincerity. “It helped, knowing you were just outside.”

“Of course,” Ashton says. “I’ve got you. Always.” He winks, so that Luke won’t feel the heaviness of the words just yet, because they’re kind of a big commitment for kids their age. Nobody who’s still in secondary school should be agreeing to any alwayses, but Ashton can’t really think of another way he’d like to be.

He reaches for Luke’s hand, even though he’ll have to let go in a moment when the light changes. Luke squeezes first, this time, and Ashton squeezes back, and for the moment, they’re both content to just hold on to each other.

[geoffreytoday]

Star Wars and Me and You and Us, again and again.

I have returned from Star Wars Celebration Chicago 2019. 

The Teaser for Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker has dropped.

Disney’s Star Wars schedule (thus far) has been revealed up to 2026.

I have just completed a marathon viewing of the entire Saga.

Seems like it is once again time to update my Star Wars Rankings. Click here to see my previous rankings after Solo’s release, and here for my rankings before Solo’s release. 

As before, I am including all Canon Star Wars visual media on this list (the Holiday Special excluded). And just so you know, I don’t call “Star Wars” “A New Hope”, I call it “Star Wars”. Also, I have not added Star Wars: Resistance to the list yet as it is still in progress.

Ranked in order from Worst to Best:

Number 16!

Attack of the Clones isn’t only the worst Star Wars movie ever made, it might be one of the worst movies ever made period. I know, I know, what about The Room? What about Manos: The Hands of Fate? Here’s the thing. Those were never going to be good movies. They had nothing going for them. Attack of the Clones is a Star Wars movie, made by the creator of Star Wars, with essentially an unlimited budget. Attack of the Clones is the worst movie ever made because it should never have been allowed to be this bad.

Number 15!

Revenge of the Sith. While marginally better than AotC, with more naturally delivered dialogue and acting (thanks to the dialogue coach, not to Lucas’s directing) Revenge of the Sith is probably the easiest of the prequels to digest. However, it beats out Phantom Menace on the shit-o-meter because it does the most lasting damage to the Saga. The monumental mishandling of Anakin’s fall to the dark side is inexcusable. The betrayal of Padme’s character is obscene. And like all of the prequels, the production design seems to think these films take place after the Original Trilogy and not before.

Number 14!

The Phantom Menace is a pointless movie. The story is bland and uninteresting, the performances and writing are wooden and dull, and what George did to the Jedi Order is tragic beyond reckoning. If you can honestly tell me this is what you thought the Jedi would be like before the prequels were made, well, I don’t have a good way to end that sentence, I just don’t think any of us thought this is what the Jedi were going to be based on the tantalizing little tidbits we got in the Orig Trig. The Prequel Trilogy seems to have been written with the sole purpose of ruining the Original Trilogy, and are, as far as I am concerned, bad fan films not worthy of inclusion in the canon.

I have seen each of these films more times than a reasonable person should, and I can no longer stomach them. I find them impossible to watch all the way through anymore because they are so aggressively bad. These movies are why the reaction to The Last Jedi baffles me so. By comparison to the prequels, TLJ is a masterpiece surpassing Citizen Kane and 2001: A Space Odyssey.

Number 13!

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (Movie) is thoroughly mediocre. It should never have been released to theaters. It’s not bad per se, it’s just several episodes of the series cobbled together into a single film. Sadly, they weren’t the best episodes of the series. The Clone Wars is better than the prequels by a pretty significant margin, but that’s not saying a lot.

Number 12!

Ewoks Caravan of Courage was a made for TV movie that came out in the years following Return of the Jedi. It’s pretty silly and the acting is mostly awful. Still, this movie has more charm than all of the prequels put together. I can’t truly recommend it to anyone who isn’t a die hard fan, but if listening to Burl Ives narrate a Star Wars story is the kind of oddity that peaks your interest, this is for you.

Number 11!

Ewoks: The Battle for Endor is even more ludicrous than the original, which is probably why I like it. It’s much more fun than the first attempt, and it stars Wilford Brimley, and that’s weird enough to be worth the price of admission right there. Some fun creature effects and a surprisingly dark opening make this one kind of worthwhile. The addition of shape-shifting magic to the Star Wars galaxy is something I could have done without though ;)

Number 10!

Star Wars Rebels was a show I truly wanted to LOVE. I don’t though. Rebels has a lot going for it: Excellent designs, great villains, terrific ideas. The problem is execution. The writing on Rebels is just not very good. Every character comes down with a case of Stupidity pretty regularly. The writers want to do certain things, so they force the characters to do stupid, nonsensical things to make those story beats happen. This happens constantly. Every character on the show routinely forgets valuable lessons and character development they have gone through in order to do stupid things they would never do in order to create the plot points the writers want to hit. It’s a bad way to write a show. Also, Helicopter Lightsabers? To this day I hope someone lost their job over that one.

Number 9!

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (Series) did an admirable job of trying to salvage the ruined foundations the prequels gave us, turning them into something marginally workable. They made Anakin a nuanced and actually likable character. They made the friendship of Anakin and Obi-Wan REAL and wonderful. Unfortunately, there is only so much that can be done with the dumpster fire of the prequels.

Number 8!

Star Wars: Clone Wars was a microseries commissioned by George Lucas to fill the gap between AotC and RotS, before he decided to create a whole animated series dealing with it. It is slightly cooler than the animated series, but Anakin is pretty much terrible like he is in the films, so that’s a strike against it. It beats out the animated series almost solely on the strength of the Mace Windu short.

Number 7!

Rogue One. Rogue One is pretty. Rogue One is also a nightmare of continuity errors, fan service, and a thread-bare plot. This movie needed at least 3 more drafts before it was ready to film. It’s okay, but it’s not great. In my personal head canon, Rogue One isn’t a Star Wars movie, but rather a movie from the Star Wars Universe. I watch Rogue One as if it were a propaganda film made by the Rebel Alliance. Viewed through that lens, all of the problems I have with the movie become assets. Your mileage may vary, but for me that’s the only way I can watch the film.

Number 6!

Solo. Solo is nonstop fun from beginning to end. Alden is perfect as a young Han Solo. This is also, obviously, my favourite non-saga film. Unlike Rogue One, the fan service in Solo is rooted in the characters and feels natural. It happens because those moments are part of the make-up of these characters. Where Rogue One felt like they were just throwing in anything they could think of to remind you “this is Star Wars”, Solo just lets its characters determine what star warsy stuff makes it on screen. That’s how you do fan service. Now I just need a Calrissian movie and I’ll be all set.

Number 5!

Return of the Jedi. Gasp! One of the sacred Original Trilogy NOT in the top 3?!?! “Blasphemy!” I hear you cry. Listen, I sincerely love Return of the Jedi. If you had asked me when I was 8 which was my favourite Star Wars movie, it would have been Jedi without me even thinking about it. But then I grew up and I learned about storytelling and pacing and editing and production design and a million other things that, sadly, lowered RotJ in my esteem. It is the weakest of the Original Trilogy. It rehashes too much of Star Wars, relies too heavily on muppets and bad creature masks, and is just not as compelling a story as the other movies in the Orig Trig. That said, RotJ does contain many of what I consider to be the best and most powerful scenes in the saga. 

Number 4!

The Last Jedi is a movie that took a while for me to really come to terms with. Upon my initial viewing I was torn. I loved a lot of it, I disliked many other things. I was still happy with the movie, but I wasn’t as fully in love with it as I had been with The Force Awakens. I was not prepared for how vocal and horrible those of the fandom who didn’t like it were going to be. That was shocking to me, and while I had a certain degree of sympathy for them, having also not liked parts of the movie, and remembering how thoroughly I hated the prequels, I couldn’t then and don’t now condone their toxicity. My experience since has been that the more I watch The Last Jedi, the more I like it, and the less I’m bothered by the issues I had with it initially. I love that I never knew what was coming next. This movie surprised me, and that’s a wonderful feeling to have in a Star Wars movie. And that final act... Wow! Luke Skywalker is forever my hero.

Number 3!

The Force Awakens. I was understandably nervous going into TFA. After all, the prequels had taught me a bitter lesson. I came out of TFA giddy. Every time I watch TFA, that giddiness returns. I love TFA. Where RotJ’s reuse of tropes from Star Wars felt clumsy, lazy, and too soon, TFA’s homages to the themes and beats of the Original Trilogy come off beautifully, making the whole film feel familiar and fresh at the same time. It’s not without it’s flaws (I’ll never forgive JJ for not explaining why Artoo woke up at the end of the movie) but honestly, none of the missteps of this film can diminish the joy it ignited and continues to ignite in my soul. The Force Awakens is wonderful.

Number 2!

Star Wars is a terrific movie. Some have called it a perfect movie, and it’s hard for me to disagree with them. The only thing preventing Star Wars from taking the number one slot on my list is that, for me personally, the pacing drags in a few places. Star Wars was the first of its kind though. This movie literally changed everything. The impact of Star Wars can not be overstated.

Number 1!

The Empire Strikes Back. I’m sure I’m surprising precisely no one when I add my name to the impossibly long list of people who think ESB is the best movie in the Saga. This is what I call a perfect movie. ESB is Star Wars firing on all cylinders. 

So there it is. My rankings of the Star Wars Saga from worst to best. You know, for all of the imaginary people out there who would be interested :p

[antonioebangelista]

What does it take to be a TRUE MANDIRIGMA or SPIRITUAL WARRIOR for the E.V.M. Administration? How does one prove that he is truly ONE WITH E.V.M.? Up to what extent would an E.V.M. fanatic follower go to prove his loyalty?

Let us remember the likes of well known EVM henchmen who went over and beyond the call of duty to prove that they are truly ONE WITH E.V.M. (REMEMBER, IT DOESN’T TAKE MUCH BRAINS TO BE AN E.V.M. HENCHMEN.)

What makes you think that these people are even capable of doing illegal and heinous things?

Simple. Let’s use these questions and see how a henchman would answer it:

Are you  ONE WITH EVM? Henchmen: YES.

Are you willing to follow obey the EVM Church Administration? Henchmen: YES.

What are you willing to sacrifice for the Church Administration? Henchmen: Everything including my life.

Are you willing to die for the Church Administration? Henchmen: YES.

Are you following along with the questionnaire? How are you faring so far? If your answers are the same then you are ready for the next level.

If you are willing to give even your very LIFE for EVM and the Church Administration, are you then willing to use your position in your office/department to be of service for the Church Administration? Henchmen: YES.

Are you willing to FIGHT for the Church Administration? Henchmen: YES.

Are you willing to LIE for the Church Administration? Henchmen: YES.

Are you willing to bend the law for the Church Administration? Henchmen: YES.

Are you willing to kidnap and detain anyone for the Church Administration? Henchmen: YES.

The last and most important question to prove that you are TRULY ONE WITH E.V.M…

ARE YOU WILLING TO KILL FOR THE CHURCH ADMINISTRATION?

HENCHMEN: YES!!!

And these are the TOP NOTCHERS who passed the EVM LOYALTY TEST

One needs to CONSTANTLY prove his ABSOLUTE LOYALTY to E.V.M. to become and “REMAIN” as a member of the POWERFUL and HIGHLY EXCLUSIVE SANGGUNIAN.

Next, comes the HEAD HENCHMEN for all Black-Ops (Operations) for the Church: Minister Benefrido Canicosa Santiago (brother of Bienvenido Canicosa Santiago Jr. and former Sanggunian Minister) [Read: https://incsilentnomore.com/2016/04/01/expose-1-going-back-to-the-scene-of-the-first-crime/]

The next level of trusted henchmen are the so-called “0-1s” or District Ministers. If a Minister doesn’t have the same level of atrocity and aggressiveness, then he has no right to remain as a District Minister. But among the District Ministers, one stood out in the sight of E.V.M. when he proved that he is willing and highly capable of orchestrating a high-profile kidnapping in his own District, complete with a clean-up crew and a silencing tactic for any eye-witnesses during the covert operations:

Sorsogon District Minister Ernesto Mabasa and Assistant District Minister Israeli Gatchalian as his kidnapping accomplice

[Read: https://incsilentnomore.com/2016/04/08/jungko-otsukawhat-are-you-going-to-do-next-kill-my-sister/]

The only difference between low-life criminal syndicates and EVM’s Church Administration is the “WAY” they commit their crimes. While the low-life crooks simply commit a crime by violating the law, the elusive and exclusive E.V.M. Church Administration commits the CRIME and uses its influence in different agencies of the Government such as the Justice System and Law Enforcement to make all their EXTRAJUDICIAL ACTIVITIES (Crimes) appear to be LEGIT! If not, they have the power to black out their crimes from all forms of news media. The EVM Church Administration ushered in THE MODERN DAY E.V.M. INQUISITION.

That is why they have 2 figureheads in the INC Legal Department, each focusing on different aspects of the church. One is Glicerio Santos IV or GP, who is the labeled Head of the Legal Department, he handles all the “lucrative” businesses of the Church and when we say the “Church” here, we’re referring to the Church’s alter-egos, which is the Maligaya Development Corporation, FYM Foundation, Subic-FYM Foundation, UNLAD, and so many more, and as you look deeper into these corporations, only one surname will always pop up as the sole beneficiaries, THE SANTOSES. [Read: https://incsilentnomore.com/2015/07/16/part-4-glicerio-p-santos-iv-sold-four-inc-prime-properties-in-antipolo-city-for-php-16-9-million/]

[Read: https://incsilentnomore.com/2016/03/27/evm-there-is-absolutely-no-corruption/]

The second figurehead in the INC Legal Department is the son of Minister Dan V. Orosa, T.J. Orosa, and husband of Eduardo Manalo’s eldest daughter, Kristine Dorothy Manalo-Orosa. He prides himself as the brilliant mind behind the “black-ops” against the “enemies of the church”. He uses his fondness of Sun Tzu’s Art of War stratagems in his efforts to quash the growing number of brethren who are now standing up against the anomalies in the church despite the threats of unjust expulsions.

And ofcourse, what use is a sinister plan without a “go-to” guy, somebody who would enact all their “illegal” tactics to make it appear as “legal”. They would need people with just enough legal know-how in handling a jaywalking case because they wouldn’t need much brain power due to the immense political clout of the EVM Administration that can command Justices and Courts to bend to its will. Lying in the media or in the courts will never be a problem to them because they believe that what they are doing is a service to God. Among those who are swift to obey to do evil are these characters.

Lies: [Watch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEdMDaud9ew]

Truth: [Watch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Z63GwgL0uY]

Minister/Lawyer Rommel San Pedro

INC Lawyer Wilfredo Santos

[Watch: https://youtu.be/Yes5lKEsNbY]

  Atty. Vimar Barcellano

There are a lot more of these two-faced lying lawyers who are always at the beck and call of EVM and his Sanggunian Ministers.

So whenever there would be lying lawyers and constant propaganda and cover-ups they will need a media machinery to stitch everything together in order to make it appear true and responsible. The once prestigious NET-25 and reputable INCTV have been reduced to tabloid media outlets that can no longer differentiate holiness from obscenity and maliciousness. It is evident that they cannot dissociate from foul, vile and vulgar journalism whenever they publish articles, posts, and videos against their so-called critics. They will throw damaging and harmful lies at anyone who has a different opinion from their own. That’s where the face of “The Spokesperson” comes into play. Minister Edwil Joy Zabala, who used to exude an honest persona which is probably why they used him to replace the extremely expressionless poker-faced Minister Bienvenido Casanova Santiago Jr. They picked someone who has a credible reputation and not someone who is known to lie. They needed a fresh face, a convincing personality, modernistic and westernized, and who could be better than the neoteric and newfangled face of Minister Edwil Joy Zabala. He has the responsibility to herald the smear campaigns and make them palatable not only to the general public but most of all to the brethren. He has full access and use of the Church’s TV (NET-25 and INCTV), Radio, Print (Pasugo God’s Message) and Social Media sites (Access the Truth, Cutting Classes Series, INCMedia.org and others).

[Watch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PCEf80M5a0]

Now comes the worker ants that tirelessly follow every bidding blindly.  These members turned officers turned mercenaries have gone thru a rigid test of loyalty because once they are tasked with something, the Church Administration needs to know if their obedience to EVM supersedes any code of ethics or conduct tied to their position or job. EVM fanatics make the best mercenaries because they are willing to lie, die and kill for the sake of the Church Administration and they will not hesitate to use their position or authority to carry out their extrajudicial acts.

Here are some basic examples of how these people look like…

  This vicious chain of command is designed for one thing and one thing only and that is to make EVM Smile and feel loved. This is what constitutes the perverted pride of a ruthless yet insecure and troubled Executive Minister.

So what do all of these traits pertain to? The fulfillment of what is written in the Bible so that we would all be aware..

What the Lord Hates

“The Lord hates these seven things: eyes that show pride, tongues that tell lies, hands that kill innocent people, hearts that plan evil things to do, feet that run to do evil, witnesses in court who tell lies, and anyone who causes family members to fight.“ ~ Proverbs 6:16-19 Easy-to-Read Version 

Their blind obedience to a prideful man is what drove these supposedly God-fearing men into vicious agents of inquisition and murder.

  Now isn’t it ironic that all the things that the Lord God hates can be found in one Church Administration- the Eduardo V. Manalo Administration. What does the Bible say about these works of darkness?

“Let no one deceive you with empty words, for because of these things the wrath of God comes upon the sons of disobedience. Therefore do not be partakers with them. For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light (for the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness, righteousness, and truth),  finding out what is acceptable to the Lord. And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather expose them.“ ~ Ephesians 5:6-11 New King James Version  

You may not be the one who held the knife that stabbed, you may not be the one who pulled the trigger that killed, you may not be the one who forged the signature of the deed, you may not be the one who ordered the abductions and killings, but you kept quiet and did not expose them, rather you remained in membership or in fellowship with them. Therefore, the anger of God is upon you and His wrath will come upon those who disobey His commandments and continue to do the things that He hates.

Now that you know the things that are abominable in His sight, would you remain to obey them in silence or would you stand up and speak of them in all goodness, righteousness, and truth?

“Remember, it is sin to know what you ought to do and then not do it. “ James 4:17 New International Version.

  ~ Antonio Ramirez Ebangelista

  “They tried to bury us…they didn’t know we were seeds.”

“Unlike you, I don’t have power or money, but what I do have is a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career.  Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you.  If you tell the truth now, that’ll be the end of it.  I will not look for you, I will not pursue you.  But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will expose you.” – A.E.

Philippine Daily Inquirer Article: “Antonio Ebangelista writes Philippine Daily Inquirer, Warns Iglesia Elders”

Question adn Answer: Q & A with Antonio Ebangelista

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Deciphering the E.V.M. Henchmen Code What does it take to be a TRUE MANDIRIGMA or SPIRITUAL WARRIOR for the E.V.M. Administration? How does one prove that he is truly ONE WITH E.V.M.?

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Credo

felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas,

quique metus omnes, et inexorabile fatum,

subjecit pedibus strepitumque acherontis avari [1]  

                                            ~Virgil

  Credo

Canto I

 The Rain in Spain

  “the more religious a nation”

said Ayn Rand

(due to its anti-body anti-sex thought)

“the more varied

and violently obscene

its four-letter-word repertoire—

the Spanish”

she said

“are the most obscene”

 Hemingway agreed—

saying their blasphemy had to keep pace

with the austerity of their religion

 and there’s that part in War and Peace

after Balashev dines with Napoleon

and the emperor asks if it’s true

that Moscow’s called Holy Moscow

as “such a great number of churches

is a sign of backwardness—

nowhere else in Europe

is there anything like it”

 “I beg your majesty’s pardon”

says Balashev

“but there is Spain”

   where

during the Lisbon quake

of All Saints Day

cathedrals collapsed into rubble

killing thousands—

yet taverns and whorehouses

came through unscathed

 when these Spaniards stumbled upon the Americas

the Arawak brought them food

water

gifts

“with fifty men” Columbus said

“we could vanquish them….

let us in the name of the Holy Trinity

send home all the slaves

that can be sold”

 but so many died on the return voyage

that he set them to mining gold��

and those who did not fill their quota

had their hands cut off

 Stanley Kubrick called civilized man

an ignoble savage—

irrational

brutal

weak

unable to be objective about anything

(where his own interests were involved)

and he said that any attempt to create social institutions

based on a false view of the nature of man

was likely doomed to failure

 Tecumseh’s brother

Tenskwatawa

said this civilization came to America

as a great ugly crab

vomited forth from the sea

claws full of mud and seaweed

the spawn of an enormous evil serpent

that lived under the ocean

 and asked what he thought of this white culture

an Osage named Big Soldier said

“I see and admire your manner of living

your good warm houses

your extensive fields of corn

gardens

cows

horses

wagons

a thousand machines I know not the use of—

you are able to clothe yourselves

even from weeds and grass

you’ve the power to subdue every animal

and are surrounded by slaves

everything about you is in chains

yet

you are slaves yourselves

 I hear I should exchange my presents for yours

yet I too should become a slave—

as for myself I was born free

raised free

and will die free”

   Canto II

 hos epi to polu

                                                   “know in thyself and all one self-same soul

                                                                  banish the dream that sunders part from whole”

                                                                          ~from an anonymous Hindu poem

  an individual atom may decay

today

or in a billion years

with no way of telling when

yet their behavior in large numbers

is predictable

for science must be broad in order to work—

it develops in the sense of evermore general laws

 such with anthropology

 Gerry Spence called it the cluster-concept—

people’s personalities

viewpoints

prejudices

come in bunches

like grapes

and if you examine one grape in a bunch

you get a good general idea

of what the rest of the grapes are like

yet generalizations have garnered an ill-reputation

for being liable to exceptions

(those shaded unions in every venn diagram)

but in the long run these anomalies

hold little bearing

as broad anamorphosic effects

are produced by the accumulation

of plethora of minuscule causes—

and subtle differences in many individuals

create huge distinctions in cultures—  

sunny days in Seattle are nice

as are storms in the desert

but it takes legions of rainy days to create a rainforest

and the absence of a few

will not turn it to a wasteland

thus

playing blackjack with life’s probabilities

is not gambling

if

you count your cards wisely—

for generalizations oft point toward likelihoods

and the mind would be helpless without them

as in general liberals tend to be smarter than conservatives

as it takes less intelligence

to embrace stasis

than to welcome pragmatic novelty  

as in general people with lapdogs

are more intelligent than those with pit-bulls

and in general people who enjoy concertos

are brighter than those who like country

as in general patrons of Masterpiece Theatre

are sharper than those who watch nascar

and in general where there is dullness of mind

there too is an excess of fertility—

science is based on observable facts

these are observable facts

 Canto III

 Land of Jewelers

                                                                   “men never do evil so completely and cheerfully

                                            as when they do it from religious conviction”

                                                                                                        ~Blaise Pascal

 the time revolution of the 1860s

rendered the Garden of Eden

into Mesopotamia

where a left-brain farmers’ revolution

spread out in concentric circles

stretching west like kudzu

sowing seeds in its wake

that would germinate into factory labor

contractors

miners

dam-builders

real-estate developers

bankers

corporate lawyers

and CEOs

who confuse information with knowledge

wealth with security

credulity with faith

and gluttony with virtue

allowing the arithmetic of finance

to dictate profit-driven lives

that slakest still not the thirst of greed—

and as revolutions tend toward excess

holistic thinkers were cast from this garden

for the analytic western mind yields obedient soldiers

who will travel to every quarter of the firmament

to slaughter people they don’t know

over philosophies of which no one is certain

philistine weathervanes inflexible to reason

yet spinning in the tempests of popular opinion—

as the most pious Baptists

would have made the most devout Muslims

had they been but born into that faith—

when these opinions

(so often spoken of in tides)

turn against them

they swim with the current

dictating values

in the same manner they dictate fashion

giving no more thought to normative ethics

than what they wear to the office—

cookie-cutter personalities in cookie-cutter houses

shooting like invasive weeds

from once Edenic forest—

a civilization forged upon Vulcan’s anvil

and founded

(according to Freud)

upon the repression of instincts—

brimming with a false sense of security

fostered by clergy

and short-term individual self-interest

that weaves in its aftermath an elaborate latticework

of environmental degradation

fueled by men who can describe a grain of sand

in great detail

but know not

nor care

what the beach looks like

as making rent and feeding children

too often warrants mindless toil

that

ipso facto

damages the environment

and

devours time better spent on reflection

this

in a life where it takes near forty hours a week

of omnivorous reading

to even begin to understand the world

 this is why Robert Frost called the brain

a wonderful organ

that starts working the moment you wake

and does not stop

until you get to the office—

and it was of this left-brain work-ethic that Thoreau spoke

when he said the most amazing thing

about the pyramids

was that so many degraded men

would spend their lives constructing a tomb

for some ambitious fool

 and this side of the neocortex

responsible for logic

is

oddly

the side most likely to defy it

as this left-brained person is creative

in that he is imaginative enough

to allow himself to believe that which is most convenient—  

for I know people in New Madrid

who think dinosaur fossils were planted

to test our faith

reminding me of another Osage

who upon getting up and walking out of a sermon

(about Jonah and the whale)

said “we know the white man will lie

but this is the biggest lie

we’ve ever heard”

 and it was a Seneca

Red Jacket

who said these missionaries could make the bible talk to suit themselves

“if we had no land or money to be cheated out of” he said

“I doubt these blackcoats would trouble themselves

about our good hereafter”

yet

if the honorable light of western civilization

were run through a prism

it would split into art

music

literature

philosophy

and the science to which we attribute

a scientific method written in pencil

that invites challenge

as theology avoids scrutiny

and is stamped in ink—

ink that is bleeding into a rorschach stain

of the san marco dragon [2]

spreading exponentially

into a nightmarish reflection of the basilica

rupturing into temples for the worship of mammon

over a Venice flooded by receding glaciers

  expand or expire

a Sophie’s Choice decision

a pyrrhic victory

 a whitewashed tomb

   Canto IV

 The Beatitudes

                                                   “growth for the sake of growth is the ideology

                                                                                of the cancer cell” ~Edward Abbey

  people are geographically

sexually-selected biological organisms

not fallen from grace

but arisen from primordial earth

subject to the same laws of evolution

and constructed of the same cells

as every other creature—

cells that

(as Robert Pirsig so eloquently set forth)

“make sweat and snot and phlegm…

belch and bleed and fuck and fart…

piss and shit and vomit

and squeeze out more bodies just like themselves

all covered with blood and placental slime

that grow and squeeze out more bodies”

 and the human brain

(being part and parcel body)

begets a mind as shaped by these laws

as are eyes and thumbs—

just as the child’s psyche

has been sculpted by eons of evolution

to want to sleep between its parents

for it was under cloak of night

that the child’s very real killers lurked—

Plato said we can easily forgive this child

for being afraid of the dark

“the real tragedy” he said

“is when men are afraid of the light”

 but familiarity too blinds

and proficient perspective is a matter of distance—

as out the window unfolds the greatest mass-extinction

since the demise of the dinosaurs

whose soil was this

before Kinko’s/FedEx covered it in concrete?

whose blood spilled here?

what love lost?

 and though sharp lines be often drawn at peril—

this right-brained individual

is (normally) left

and the left-brained individual

is (by and large) right

and these hemispheres of the brain

analysis – synthesis

correlate generally with the hemispheres of politics

republican – democrat

and the hemispheres of earth

east – west

socialist – capitalist—

each hemisphere viewing the world

from a distinct vantage point

thus

understanding it incompatibly

and seeing each the other askance

giving credence to the old dictum  

where the dog gave meat to the ox

and the ox offered straw to the dog

and both went hungry—

as the left is equipped with a microscope

loupe

calculator

and the right with binoculars

globe

and telescope—

a telescope that has

historically

landed people in worse strife

than microscopes

(or even calculators)

for in a pedantic left-brained world

the truth will not set you free

as holistic tools produce holistic views

grounded in cynical reality

and harboring not ‘love’ of truth

(for quotidian minds

so often find it difficult to love that which is ugly)

but an innate respect for unadulterated honesty

as the suffering of great men

most reflects itself in marble busts

for the finest artists do tend toward despair—

ignorance is bliss

and depression is

far too often

a sickness for the intelligent—

but genuine progress has always stemmed

from dissatisfied people

 this right hemisphere

with its inherent aversion for caution and thrift

covets a life without fletchings

generally geared toward independence

empathy

generosity

and practical simplicity

freedom – honor – things of the spirit

and an affinity for the environment—

Kant having once said that loving beautiful art

was no indication that a person was decent

but he said that seeing beauty in nature

was the sign of a good soul

 and according to Aldo Leopold

though we strive for peace in our time

too much safety

yields

in the long run only danger

 the left hemisphere

emits a more optimistic disposition

geared toward collaboration—

as evolving in harsher climes

necessitates alliance for survival

and a monotonous life of redundant tasks

that fosters a conservative aversion toward change—

and it is this western mind

that conceived a western cornucopia  

that has poured forth its fruit out over a world

whose fate can now be calculated

by repeatedly punching the multiplication button

on a calculator

(like the king’s chessboard)

or watching the first three minutes of Mike Judge’s Idiocracy—

for the same inertia that keeps a people static

keeps them propelled along a destructive path

once thrust in that direction—

and a pendulum is inclined to swing

until it is forced to stop

 one and a half billion people at the start of the 20th century

three billion by 1960

in excess of seven billion now

and over twice as many hemorrhaging forth

every month

than walked the earth at the dawn of agriculture—

to even suggest

that an unchecked geometrically swelling population

where the least intelligent people

rapidly out-reproduce the more gifted

is anything other than a prescription for disaster  

is akin to denying 2 x 2 = 4

nor 4 x 4: 16

ad infinitum

yet instead of being restrained

we celebrate such behavior

with television programs like 19 Kids and Counting

where a conservative Arkansas family

breed like lemmings—

I doubt one of whom know

who Thomas Malthus even was

this

in a country where the average college student

can identify over a thousand corporate logos

yet cannot at the same time name ten plants or animals

native to his own soil

 and this western mind

harbors further subdivisions

as the teutonic mind tends toward rigidity

militarism

rules and authority

in a way the gallic does not

arbeit macht frei

and it lies within the boundaries of possibility

that the holocaust could never have happened in France

        and though they’ve begat their Bachs

Dürers

and Beethovens

this great germanic burden

dovetails snugly with their general excellence  

as engineers and scientists—

for the more analytic mind

derives morality primarily from social pressure

and is therefore conformist by nature—

medieval Germans had a saying too

stadtluft macht frei [3]

but much has changed

 and though all and sundry use both minds

every outlook is a matter of degree

dependent largely

upon which side of the cerebral meridian

the bulk of a personality dwells—

nor is it just an issue of lateralization

for there is the vertical y-axis of intelligence

creating a quadratic line-graph in which we all reside

and though deviations steer human history

the numeric strength of these general antipodes drive it

and though we cannot have larger meanings

without the small

this graph is far too heavily laden

in the lower-left quadrant

for the world to remain a sustainable biome

 great minds think in epochs

small minds in increments—

for context by its very nature

always trumps text

             Canto V

 Pathos

                                                                 “ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey

                                         where wealth accumulates, and men decay”

                                                                                       ~Oliver Goldsmith

                                                                                                                              ‘The Deserted Village’

  Goethe called Hamlet

a fine porcelain vase

in which an acorn had been planted

so too the seed of civilization

within the ecology of this planet

for there is a swelling chemical deadzone

at the mouth of the Mississippi

and on Diego Garcia

hermit crabs live in bottle caps

as in Denmark

kittiwakes weave synthetic straw

fishing line

and plastic Q-Tips

into cliff-nests overlooking an ocean

from which Tenskwatawa said the white race

emerged as a great ugly monster

an ocean that now has 46,000 pieces of floating plastic trash

per square mile—

thinking it’s food

albatross starve with stomachs full of Styrofoam

and discarded condoms

and as I understand it

there are now Wall Street think-tanks

calculating profit margins

from the longterm effects of global warming—

as parrots in Brazilian jungles

mimic the sound of chainsaws

[1] happy the man who has learned the causes of things, and has put under his feet all fears, and inexorable fate, and the noisy strife of the hell of greed

 [2]  c = – 3/4 + 0i

[3] city air makes one free