#throughout heaven and earth you are the hottest one

[tomiokas-lunchbox]

Happy Birthday to my hubby!! 😍🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉🍰💕💕💕

Throughout Heaven and Earth I alone am the Honored One. Happy Birthday, Gojo Satoru!

[diedbutterflies69]

Will you stay?- Bang Chan imagine.

Contains: friends to lovers au. , Divorce, smut, fluff, blindfolding, oral sex, explicit sexual stuff etc . Minors don't interact.

Never once on your life, you thought you could get your shit together and laugh genuinely at the worst in world. falling out of love is worse but it's even more worse if it's your it's not you who fell out of love. Married at 22 and the honeymoon phase hardly lasted for a year and by the age of 26 got yourself labelled as a woman who sabotaged her own marriage in thirst of money. Your ex husband was bitter about your success even before you got married. He thought as a woman, you just did bare minimum and got yourself a high positioned rank by sleeping with one of the rich rags. You tried hard enough to hold on to that rotten red string , but he had the scissors and just cut you off. You weren't willing to sacrifice your career just because of his Immature mindset, yes you loved him, but can't a women love her own hard achieved success more? That's the question you wished to ask everyone who pointed there fingers at you. After divorce you didn't feel pain just numbness. Your self-hatred coming more stronger than ever, even hating the job, you tried Saving since years, getting life on track seemed impossible and at the end just quitted. Moved out of the city just to move back to your home town, the root of your real pain. It wasn't really a town but rather a more flashy city, expensive shits which you were unable to afford in childhood but now it wasn't any big deal. Earth is round and sometimes precious people find you all by themselves. Your highschool friend, the only friend you had throughout your lifetime because of your anti social tactics.

Bang Chan, the social butterfly who almost knew every single student in whole school, he was the hottest guy you ever saw in your life and also the kindest. You had crush on him even before you both were friends, he was your senior,used to help you with those shitty math sums, crack jokes every now and then and scolded you whenever you procrastinated. He came to congratulate you even on your graduation day, even though there were many more students whom he met you were still glad atleast someone bought you a beautiful bouquet of tulips and bellflower. The last time you saw him was before you moved out in search of cheap collages without informing him, as you thought you were just one of many friends he had and won't ever notice someone like you existed.

But god, how much wrong you were.

You met Chan after almost 9 years in convince store and his reaction was almost priceless , like finding treasure. He was now more handsome, beautiful and god-like even after all this years his style of dressing didn't Changed much, he still looked like Kim Kardashian at 2021 met Gala. nevertheless his smile still had those healing properties with his Cresent moon eyes. He was absolutely stunning.

The first sentence he spoke after confirming your identity was 'I missed you' and then tons of lectures and questions . Knowing how narrow-minded you were he gasped dramatically. Cheesiest ways of saying how could I forget my best friend and so on. That day was probably the best day of your life and maybe even the day after years you really smiled. You both exchanged numbers and addresses and his home was just 10 minutes away from yours. Destiny indeed.

Now it's been over 7 months since you met Chan again and he never made you felt like you were just one of his 109 friends. Chan made you feel special, after knowing what kind of disaster you faced he was even more supporting of you, you both used to spend weekend together watching variety of shows and movies going to stargazing, best friend goals. After many years you knew even if Chan had many people to confide with he never really did. He was alone, just a night owl obsessed with work. You were happy. And he was happy too. Being just friends was enough for you, but not for him . He was slowly trying to find courage to confess his love to you. He liked you fuck from highschool days. He found you once randomly staring at him across the room and when you suddenly disappeared all his fantasies were scattered, he knew your dreams and was willing to help you with your every step. knowing how messed up your household was from your neighbours he felt guilty for not being able to give you happiness. He loved you, but was helded by his own insecurities.

Not anymore though, he wasn't the same coward who just stared at the love of his life from distance. Being the extra human he was, he bought you one of the most expensive restaurant of the whole country, man was loaded. After driving for almost 5 hours you both finally reached there .

Now a nervous Chan sitting infront of you. You being oblivious to the fact that he has a beautiful diamond ring and a confession to make. Chan handed you the menu card and every single dish had an extraordinary name, without much thought you placed the order.

"atleast tell me now, why are we here?" You asked the man infront of you who was behaving extra weird today, he looked sick and was occassionally asking you random questions.

"No reason, I was in mood for long drives and... You know have a nice meal" Chan said fidgeting with his fingers he was acting like a flustered high school guy it was clearly indicating that he was lying but you didn't really care, Chan was weird sometimes.

"Sounds fake, but okay. By the way you aren't sick right?" You asked Chan out of pure concern as he was sweating profusely even in an cold AC room.

"I am fine, just feeling a little hot. Don't worry", Chan said it was more like he was convincing himself that he was fine and shouldn't worry. He wasn't a teenager but a human with responsibilities who once again fell for someone out of his league, he used to think that and he still sees you as a literal goddess. While he was lost deep in his thoughts, the waiter came with food , and this was his opportunity to shoot his arrow. You both started eating and talked like being in paradise.

"did you liked anyone in highschool?", Chan asked you out of blue making you almost choke on food. The only person whom you liked throughout your highschool days was the guy sitting infront of you and you didn't really remembered much guys and the best answer was probably saying a lie with little truth.

"no one lol", you answered trying to sound chilled but since highschool crush topic was out you weren't able to keep your curiosity with yourself.

"What about you, liked someone?", You asked trying to sound nonchalant and not desperate and bitter.

This was the Exactly the conversation that Chan planned in his mind. And here started his way to either heaven or pit of rejection.

"I loved someone", Chan said and you this time you really choked from the depth of your heart, you thought Chan was anti romantic type of guy as he never talked about of his female friends with you or bragged about his non existent dating life. Trying again to not sound jealous or bitter you spoke again.

" Who was that lucky bit-- I mean girl yes girl? Who was she?", You asked, almost letting out the bitch loudly. You weren't sure but you saw Chan smiling cheekily, he was really getting old acting weird more and more everyday.

"Well... Someone from our school",Chan said and you swear you didn't made a disgusting face showing pure jealousy. The best human in your life and your first ever crush had crush on somebody, you didn't knew why you were feeling so fucking bitter but you weren't able to handle the curiosity anymore.

"Tell me her damn name", you asked Chan in a frustrating tone not being able to keep jealousy to yourself.

"Why you being angry", Chan asked followed by his small laugh.

"I am angry, just the food was a little spicy you answer me now, her name?", You answered Chan with your defenses up and still sticking with your previous question.

Chan in response got a little serious now,you thought he was being childish now, he wasn't a kid who was given a dare to name out his crush yet he was acting like one.

"You won't leave me right, I mean after I answer your question?", Chan asked you and you didn't knew what to say in response you were now a little sus about him.

"fine don't answer, keep secrets", you said and continued eating. The next thing Chan said made you now choke and die on food.

"I loved you and I still love you" Chan said looking down at the table head hanging down like his teenage self just confessed he watched porn infront of his parents. You were shocked, frozen and the your heartbeat 10x faster, you didn't knew how to react and tried to find humor in this extraordinary situation.

"Chan, you kidding right?", You asked Chan with a nervous smile on your face. Chan looked up at you , his eyes trying to find yours but you avoided the eye contact.

"I am serious, I liked you from HighSchool times, I saw you for the first time in library when you were looking at me, I swear you were so beautiful and even now after all this years after seeing you I can't, I can't help but fall for you all over again, sorry"

Chan confessed, his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability his sentences were scattered here and there and incomplete explanation but still you understood everything he really poured his heart to you, you felt like crying even if you both weren't such stupid cowards back then, then today you won't have turned out a divorced women and Chan a guy who grew out lonely even if he had a world for him.

"What should I say Chan?", You asked Chan you were sounding like a girl whose bf told her to breakup even if the situation was exact opposite. Even if you love Chan , you didn't think about him reciprocating same feelings back to you. You were beyond insecure with your love emotions. One thing was sure you won't be able to love Chan without being a bundle on him. Your emotion Baggage was too big and you didn't want Chan to get his heart too with your stupid emotions.

"I love you and I will be really really good to you. Please try staying with me I will try really hard to earn space in your heart, please?" His confession was like literally begging. You weren't able to believe if he was real or not, if it was a dream that will end as soon as cruel morning comes, this felt like fantasy. Chan was a amazing man, he had everything money ,honour ,beauty a nice heart. He was like a character written by women so perfect so delicate yet strong, and he loves you this fact was enough for to lose your mind. but you thought you were a taint to his beauty, you were a character full of inferior complexes and a person too easy to dislike thats what illusion you made about yourself. A random extra in her own story.

"I will pay the bill, let's talk later", you said and walked away immediately to pay the bill leaving a clueless and disheartened human behind. Chan was able to see how you stopped yourself from saying love you too and throwing yourself in his arms. He wasn't same from HighSchool a guy who gets overwhelmed by his own emotions and gets unable to see others. He knew you had atleast a small space for him in your heart and to make a big room for himself he had to throw out all your insecurities and self hatred. He followed you like a lost puppy and he wanted to pay for food but you already did and now you were already out of restaurant searching for his car to get back.

Chan sitted beside you, without doing anything silence and awkward air surrounding you both.

"start the car", you said breaking down the silence, you were extremely worthless and trash as you made the only one person whom you love feel like nothing.

"Just answer me, will you try dating me please", Chan said his voice again passing draggers into your heart. Trying to form any logical explanation you spoke again.

"I am not looking for relationship right now, see Chan you are amazing, but I can't make you happy now and did you forgot that I am divorced, please understand" you said expressing your real insecurities and fear, fear of not being able to keep a man happy.

"you don't want relationship because you divorced that fucking trash of a man?", Chan asked he was getting frustrated you thought but he just wanted to make you happy and not deny what your heart wants.

"my mind isn't stable, I might just irritate you everytime with my mood, you will will get tired of me and leave me -- I don't want to be alone again I will die if you leave me", you confessed tears threatening to fall out of your eyes there wasn't any doubt that you loved Chan he filled the void in you in just months made you happy but you didn't wanted to just take and take and give nothing in return. Chan's hand found yours interlocking your fingers with so much delicateness that you might cry.

"you think so low of me, just stay by my side I will make you so happy that you will hardly get time to think about your past, trust me", Chan said his fingers slightly lifting your chin up to look into your eyes, you looked in his eyes filled with so much care and this was your last straw before breaking down in his arms.

"I love you, I love you so fuckin much, you were my first love my only friend, my everything, please-- please love me", you confessed tightening your arms around Chan, his scent making you feel safe and like home, his one caressing your hair and other wiping away the tears. Even though the scene was more like a dramatic clique scene whatever emotions you both felt was unexplainable.

"So you my girlfriend now hmm?"Chan asked you for first time in night his voice containing pure happiness and excitement.

"I have a sexy boyfriend", you said smiling from ear to ear against Chan's chest. The label boyfriend making your heart flutter, you didn't knew happiness like this can even exist.

"My love", Chan said his voice sweeter than honey, suddenly the night was more starry."now can we go home?" You asked Chan finally breaking the hug, reality hitted you now Home was 3- 4 hours away.

"I made a reservation in hotel, we gonna spend night there", Chan casually said making your heart jump out of your chest.

"pervert, you planned everything seriously", you said dramatically and giving him a playful digusting look.

"I booked two rooms", Chan said now starting the engine making you feel embarrassed. "Who is pervert now~" Chan said in air teasing you more.

The rest of the ride you both talked about anything and everything. Confessing how you used to find ways to always be in each others vision etc. Both of you finding a new thirsty side of each other. Nothing felt uncomfortable, it was happiness those inhumane laughs crazy tricks you both used to pull everything was heaven. After some time you both reached infront of a gaint hotel , it looked expensive af but regardless Chan knew how to waste money and you were tired of lecturing him about savings.

"let's go", Chan said removing your seatbelt and getting out of car to open the door for ya. He was being so cheesy gentleman and you were enjoying every minute.

"room 42 and 43" Chan said to the receptionist and she handed two keys to him. Thanking her then getting on elevator, you were a little disappointed that you weren't sharing room with Chan, yes you were pervert and total simp for Chan, he was too hot and your sexual drive was getting higher each passing second. The elevator doors opened and you got off. Chan handed you the room key and softly kissed your forehead, both you wished it was your lips.

"if you want anything, just knock okay?" Chan said in his lovely tone, I want you you internally screamed, nevertheless you gave him a nod and got inside that expensive room .

Starring at the ceiling while lying on the bed your mind was full of Chan, you knew he wasn't probably sleeping and was wasting time in watching random shit on internet and you were hungry, hungry for Chan, it wasn't your fault that Chan was so hot. Trying to fall asleep and fidgeting here to there you finally decided to knock on Chan's room door. A danger zone. You noticed how the door flunged open in less than few seconds.

"Hi" you said scratching back of your head and trying to think what next to say.

"Hi..?"Chan said being confused.

"there is cockroach in my room, let me stay with you" you said a clear white lie. Taking impulsive action were never good for you.Chan sighed before opening the door fully and signalling you to come. This was your happiest day ever.

"whY you lying", Chan asked you as you plopped yourself on sofa besides bed. He asked the sentence in a sarcastic way.

"Do you you wanna kiss me?", You asked Chan with a straight serious face catching him off-guard, you didn't wanted to waste more time, you wanted to do everything with Chan, yes fucking on first day of dating was a little too early but you fantasized about this gorgeous man since ages, in your eyes he looked total dom but his reaction to your question was making you doubt your thoughts.

"Are you sure", Chan asked you clearing his throat.

"Are you virgin?"you asked Chan, he was being too nervous.

"Obviously not"Chan answered you in duh tone, rolling his eyes. And it was getting awkward.

"The cockroach must have gone by now I should go, bye", you blabbered and got up ready to leave, you were about to open the door but Chan grabbed your hand and before you knew anything his hands were on your cheeks cupping them softly and his lips so close to yours, Chan's eyes were looking straight in your orbs , your heartbeat stronger than ever.

"Can I?", Chan asked your consent his thumb softly brushing against your lower lip. This man had totally made you insane, something stirred inside you. Chan was perfect he was everything you wished. You gave him a small nod and slowly his lips touched against yours, you wanted to cry, his lips felt so good, he didn't rushed his movements everything was happening in slow motion, he holded you with such a vulnerability like he was afraid that you will go, your hand reached his head, fingers moving through his soft locks. You felt his tongue inside your mouth , you felt a electricity run down your body when the kiss deepened.

We kiss again. The next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I’ve had in my life has been wrong.

Breaking the kiss Reluctantly in need of air, Chan rested his forehead against yours. He was hot almost like burning, sweating.

"Why are you so nervous, Chan?", You asked Chan hugging him tightly clinging like the last leaf to the tree.

"I am scared, I just love you", He said engulfing you in his arms. And you Finally felt, what real love feels like.

"Love you too", you replied softly.

"Do you wanna continue..?"Chan asked you his tone little less scared.

"Off course", you said looking at him with smile, something inside you told it was okay to let out your freaky side infront of Chan. Chan smiled back and suddenly turned you around , the large bed infront of you.

"Lie down there",Chan whispered in your ears , his low register sending shivers down your spine. This was exactly how you pictured Chan to be, your inner submissive almost died. You followed Chan's word and laid on your back on the bed, now you were feeling like a virgin. His eyes roaming through the room in search of something.

"Are you okay with being blindfolded?", Chan asked you as he came back with the tie he wore today and was rolling it slightly in his palms, and you swear you never saw a man so hot in your entire life. Getting blindfolded was one of your unfulfilled kinks.

"ye- yes", you replied your tone filled with thrill and excitement. Chan came back to you standing near you, his hand softly cupped your cheeks , before bringing the tie to use it in sinistrous way tonight. The cloth felt strange to your eyes, his cologne smell hitting you and Chan caught your shy smile, His heart felt so fluffy. Tieing a comfortable knot Chan sat on bed near your waist. His hands slowly crept near your stomach leaving a direct lingering touch on the sensitive skin, eventually going upwards while giving a little squeeze to add stimulation, his hands reached your boobs, you didn't wore bra, and he wasn't surprised maybe your nipples perked up enough to get noticed, his middle and index finger Rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves, the blindfold making his every touch more intense, your breath was heavy you let out a suprised moan when Chan gropped your right boob in an erotic way, this sole action increasing your wetness down there you were getting impatient. You moaned his name a little loudly when his lips came in contact with your sensitive neck, sucking in a painful way, inorder to leave a hickey.

"Should I touch you here", Chan asked you as his hand reached to your area where you needed him to the most, hands going directly inside your panties ,but not touching he was a teaser.

"yes please", you moaned almost breathlessly too tired of intense foreplay. You just wanted Chan to rip off your clothes and fuck you till sunrise. Getting satisfaction with your answer Chan finally removed every clothing of your lower body, leaving you completely bare, all at his mercy. His finger moved up and down on your opening , the wetness making Chan easily slip his one finger deep inside you.

" my baby is so wet, because of who?", Chan asked you as his finger was moving slowly inside of you and thumb rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves.

"because of.. you", you admitted without any hesitation trying to grind yourself on his hand, begging for more.

"Good", Chan said and without saying anything he added another finger inside you moving a little faster inside your cunt, rubbing your walls with a little pressure, scissoring them inside you painfully and making way for a third finger too and by then you were a complete moaning mess, his fingers were pleasure yet torture the blindfold making your senses weak. Mind full of whatever Cham was giving you. Your legs were shaking sign of your orgasm approaching you, by one hand Chan holded your thighs tightly to their place fingers now moving more faster to make you reach the peak of pleasure.

"Chan.. I--I-I-- wanna cum please", you moaned your little squeaks and begs almost making Chan's cock cum right inside boxers. With some final thrust of his fingers, you cummed the hardest you could imagine, squeaky sounds coming as Chan was fingering you through your orgasm, you almost crying from overstimulation. Moaning his name like a chant.

"you did well",Chan praised you finally removing his fingers from you leaving you empty, but it won't have last wrong. Chan removed your blindfold , the bright lights hurting your eyes, you adjusted your vision and the image of Chan sucking his wet fingers coated with your liquid came directly in front of your eyes. Letting out a helpless whine.

Chan plopped himself on knees on either side of your thighs, finally letting his cock out, leaking with precum, and he was big, thick , you didn't thought he could get even hotter.

"Ready baby?", Chan asked you as he fully undressed himself as well as removing your top, your mind hazey . The scene which you pictured since highschool finally happening.

"yes", you replied Chan, he came down to kiss you passionately and slowly entering inside you. You moaned painfully, tears pulling your vision, it was a painful pleasure. Chan kissed away your tears and hand interlocking with yours after finally being fully inside you he started to move at slow pace.

"you feel so good Chan", almost screaming from pleasure, your whines were fuel to Chan's ego and he increased the pace. Body slapping sound filling the room, his groans were most sexy thing you ever heard. Again and again his tip hitting your deepest spots.

"I am close", you moaned out breathlessly, pleasure becaming too much to handle .you released around his cock, reaching the peak second time at night.

After giving a few more thrusts Chan cummed at your stomach, he was still sane enough to not curse you with kids while being lost in pleasure."I love you", he said as he settled beside you hugging you tightly. This was heaven.

"love you too", you said , your voice a little hoarse.

"by the way I forgot that I bought a ring to propose you", Chan said, realisation hitting him, that he forgot to say the long ass paragraph that he was supposed to say while sitting on one knee. You smiled at his guilty face.

"don't worry, propose me after having shower", you said heart filled with pure joy and happiness . Happiness of knowing that You love someone who will always love you back.

[midnight-inthe-kitchen]

“Hotel Potter” (Part 3)

Paring: Remus x Reader (Marauders Era)

Warnings: Fluff, James is bad at fixing things, More awkwardness haha, and mentions of eating issues?

Word Count: 1775

A/n: I didn’t proof read this, so enjoy/I’m sorry... (Also, we’re getting close to the part I had in my DrEaM✨)

You watched as Sirius dropped his bag on the floor before immediately breaking into a sprint to fling himself onto the bed. The bed...

You didn’t know exactly why you were expecting there to be two... I mean that would be a bit excessive for a regular house... but not until this very moment did you realize the consequences of your poor decisions.

“Hey, Y/N,” Marlene called out from the hallway after hearing Sirius’ loud running start. “Good luck!” Her laugh echoed throughout the hall.

Lily came from around the corner to let you know you were always welcome in her room if Sirius turned out to be an actual dog. You simply accepted and just smiled while shedding a singular, figurative tear. “Nah, I’ll be fine... Probably ;)”

It didn’t take you very long to choose a side of the room and stick to it. You were just going to leave most of your stuff in your suitcase to avoid any huge messes. This obviously left you with some time to kill so you wandered back into the hallway.

When you got there, however, all you saw was Remus sitting on the floor in front of the first door James had tried so hard to open. When he saw you step into the hallway, he stood up.

“Where’s James?” you asked confused since they were supposed to be ‘bunking’ together.

Remus shifted his weight, “Oh um, he went to get a hammer, I think.” He shoved his hands in his pockets in hopes of looking less awkward.

“Oh,” you laugh. “Wh- why on Earth does James need a hammer?” You laugh at he thought of James actually fixing anything successfully.

He turned and jabbed his finger behind him to the door. “It, uh... locked us out.” He laughed under his breath as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

You laughed as well. “...Did you try Alohamora?” you offered to your ‘genius’ friend.

He straightened up a little, almost offended. “We did, actually,” he smiled, “...Except James kept saying ‘Hola-ha-mora’, so it shouldn’t have worked the first three times anyways.”

You, having the heart of a Hufflepuff but intuition of a Ravenclaw, made your way over to him to see the doorknob yourself. Remus shuffled out of the way after first being stunned by your unexpected approach.

“So what’s actually wrong with it, then?” you question, getting on one knee to peer though the keyhole.

Remus awkwardly leaned over your head to look down on the situation but quickly realized how weird it looked from everyone else’s perspective and simply took a step back. “Um... You know I was actually thinking there might be internal rusting somewhere?”

You tutted your tongue on the top of your mouth, still very concentrated. “I mean sure, but that seems very unlikely due to the appearance of the rest of the house. You would think if someone could take the time to polish the toilet-paper holders, the inside of the room locks should be in perfect condition...” Remus nodded in agreement. “... And James doesn’t have the key?” you asked, confused by the concept of poor safety measures.

Remus just shrugged, “He said the house is so old that with unlocking charms, you know, because they are so common in wizarding communities, his parents figured ‘what would be the point’ of keeping any of the keys I suppose? I don’t know... Anyways, I told him that was dumb and then he went to go get a hammer.”

You stood up, having to steady yourself first from the fast rush of blood to your head. “What does he exspect to do?” you wonder out loud, “It’s not like he can just smash the handle off— though that would solve the problem,” you mutter that last part. “...But come on... I mean Mr and Mrs Potter would kill him and let Sirius bury his bones...”

“What?”

“...Nothing,” you continued. “But by the looks of it, all the handles look like an original artist’s craftsmanship which means not only are they more valuable and rare as a completed set, but they’re also way more expensive.”

Remus marveled silently at your quirky fountain of knowledge. For such a quiet and peaceful-minded soul, he often forgot that in the moments you weren’t tarnished by the boisterous personality of everyone else, you were more than bright enough to light up his world for a moment.

Just then, you and Remus turned to where you could both hear quickened footsteps making they’re way up the staircase. “Not to fear, Moony!... You’ll be reunited with your precious books in no ti-” James stopped mid-sentence before he nearly ran into the two of you.

“Back from your quest, oh key-less one?” You watch as James furrowed his brow before glancing at Remus then back to you.

”Ah, yes, I almost—”

“Is that a screwdriver?” you bite your lip to prevent yourself from laughing right in his face. James lifted up the “hammer” he got from heaven knows where with pride.

“No. It’s a hammer, Y/n, jeeze, I would have though you’d know, coming from a nice muggle community.... Now will you please move out of the way so I can fix this thing?” He readjusted his glasses sassily.

By this point in the conversation, Remus and you were nearly having a seizure trying not to burst out in laughter at your friend who really was trying his hardest. You eventually caved and shrunk up against the wall in a ball. “You ca- You can’t fix a door know with-”

“James,” Remus chuckled as he tried to pry the screwdriver from his hands. “That’s not going to-”

You both burst into another fit of laughter as James broke free and started whacking the lock with the butt-end of the device.

When the knob finally came loose, the three of you let out a little cheer. It was you, of course, who realized that the door needed to be lifted up a little while opening or closing becuse the real probably was with the hinges, not the lock.

About fifteen minutes later, when everyone had finally “set up camp”... James gave everyone a grand tour of the house. Your favorite bits were probably the drawing room because of the gorgeous window view and the library/study for obvious reasons. The part that you couldn’t quite get over, though, was the fact that there was a fireplace in practically every room. YAAAS WARMTH✨

When dinner finally hit though, you were definitely hungry. (You weren’t exactly starving because, well, eating had always seemed like a chore to you... Just thanks to the many perks of living in a 26% functioning body... But of course, you would push it aside unless you were on mental overload and therefore stress-ate an entire box of Cheerios plus a whole bag of goldfish and chocolate all night during that one OWLS season). But right now, in the midst of friends and good food, you were excited to spend the first evening of the weekend with them :)

The table (the smaller one meant for family not business guests in the main dining hall, was seated with James and Mary on both ends. Lily had somehow slithered her way to James’ left putting her, Marlene, and Sirius between the two. Peter sat on the left of James, smushing you between Remus on your left and Mary on your right.

You watched as the conversation switched from quidditch fowls, to hot quidditch team players, to James, Sirius, Mary and Marlene competing on who had gone out with the hottest Gryffindor member.

You obviously stayed out of this one as the three of you, Remus, and Peter all watched... Lily would throw in some deviously timed mention about her short flings with Slytherin team boys just to throw James off his lead.

“Sorry about not answering earlier...” Remus stated out of nowhere.

“What?” you muffled, trying not to choke on the soup you were currently obsessing over.

Remus was hoping he would t have to repeat himself, but just when he was about to, your brain registered his words.

“Oh! Oh, no no, that’s totally fine. I actually had just told Sirius that I didn’t care where I was- Wha- I’m sorry,” you laugh nervously, stuttering on every new sentence. WhY wAs iT sO HaRd To TaLk RiGhT NoW? “I just didn’t want to put you in that position, you know having to choose who to sleep with- I MEAN not sleep-sleep with just you know...” You could practically feel your face cooking.

“...Sirius(?).” You both finish as you gesture to the boy across the table from you, trying to stick his spoon to his nose using only his breath.

You both sat there, distracted and watching him until he actually succeeded. “Mary, look!” Right as he turned to show her however, it slid off and splashed soup up in his face.

You propped your head off your hand after a long moment of thought.... “Bet I could do it longer...” you start, turning back to Remus.

A confused smile stretched across his face. “...What?” he questioned again as if he hadn’t hear you properly the first time.

Without answering, you picked up the second spoon placed at your table spot (for whatever reason) and you watched as your reflection became more and more cloudy.

“Are you—”

You turned calmly to meet his face with a spoon now hanging from atop your nose.

After a good couple seconds of Remus staring at you, it finally clicked in his head what you were doing. A rare grin stretched up his face as he grabbed his own spoon and tried it himself.

It took a couple of tries for the spoon to really stick, but as soon as it did, Sirius saw from across the room and automatically turned it into a table-wide competition.

By the time pudding came around, you were holding the record of four minutes and twelve seconds versus Peter somehow who was thirteen seconds shy.

When the competition had ended though, Lily finally asked what the heck the plan was for the rest of the weekend...

In the morning, James said, everyone could go up to an abandoned village area where a muggle summer camp once stood and they could spend the night there. He promised the plumbing still worked for whatever reason, so it could be totally doable.

Every fiber of your being was telling you that was a dumb idea, especially a bunch of teenagers in the woods alone, but whatever right? Majority votes are always won by the delinquents.

[forcefuried]

SPACE MOUNTAIN: THE MOVIE DISNEY WOULD MAKE IF IT HAD THE BALLS

the movie takes place in a fantasy sci-fi setting where advanced technology exists but it’s all due to magic. padmé amidala is a disney princess, the heiress guardian to space mountain, a holy site that has existed for thousands of years, a giant mountain that connects the kingdoms of the earth below to the heavens above and keeps the magical elements of the world in balance. it’s hollow inside and houses bustling high-tech cities of thousands of people, all of which padmé rules over. as its guardian and ruler, it is her job to keep space mountain balanced toward light magic. to help her, she has a council of warriors called the lumiknights who are basically the jedi. in fact, the head of the knight council, a woman named malvina luminaire, told her a prophecy that she will be the one to balance it toward the light once and for all. however, the regions below are also in a crisis due to things being shifted too much toward the light: nature is out of balance, and the land is suffering greatly for it. padmé thinks, though, that the solution to the crisis is to shift the balance more toward the light, in spite of that literally being the problem.

darth vader, on the other hand, is the demon prince of the realm of exegol; he is not fully in charge of the demon kingdom due to him still being young when his parents were dead, so his regent is supreme chancellor sidious. he was supposed to earn the princess’s trust by disguising as a human named anakin skywalker so that he could gain the secrets of the mountain for sidious and use it to plunge the realm into eternal darkness. he earns the trust of the council of knights, who eventually appoint him to the council. throughout the course of the story, he and padmé also fall in love, which is super duper forbidden because the princess of space mountain is only allowed to marry other people of noble birth. 

throughout the movie, both anakin and padmé have visions. padmé has visions of anakin turning into this horrific monster of dark magic, while anakin has visions of padmé dying after she balances space mountain--she is consumed by the mountain, but another shadowy figure seems to be benefitting from this as well. yoda is also in here, he’s a hermit who left the council a long time ago, he’s sorta a rafiki-like character who keeps trying to tell padmé that her current path is putting her in danger, but she’s like “it’s destiny, i have to follow my destiny.” there are also a ton of hints that anakin is vader, such as vader being oddly protective of padmé in his conversations with sidious and even letting her go in a fight scene. shit happens, i don’t know what, but vader gains access to the mountain’s secrets and in an absolutely apocalyptic-looking scene he corrupts the mountain, killing malvina luminaire (no graphic death is shown though, she has one of those classic cartoon getting crushed by a falling object deaths). this also plunges the land into darkness in a process that is completely irreversible unless it is unstopped by the one thing that embodies light magic the most: true love. padmé goes to try and find anakin so that their love can undo the corruption of space mountain, but vader meets her along the way. he then tells her that he is anakin, in a reveal that in this verse would be just as shocking and iconic as the “i am your father” reveal to luke.

he shapeshifts back into anakin and starts pleading with her. he tells her of his visions that she would shift the mountain to the light and then die for it, and then drops the BIGGEST BOMBSHELL……he figured out from talking to yoda that malvina luminaire’s prophecy is a LIE. malvina’s plot this entire time was to get rid of padmé by having her balance the mountain so that she would be the strongest lumiknight in the land. so vader considered not following sidious’ plot and turning the mountain dark because of his love for her, but then did it once he found out this new information in order to save her.

padmé goes to yoda and asks if this is true. yoda says something to the effect of the absolute truth this is, tried to tell you i have. she asks him what she should do now and he says that only her and anakin’s love together can bring the mountain back into balance, but that he has fallen down a very dark path and he fears that this might not work--that vader may by now be too consumed by anger and hate and lust for power to love. padmé says she has to try, and so she does. she manages to get through to him ofc, and the two of them face sidious together. possibly the best scene in all of the movie is when vader literally PUNCHES SIDIOUS DOWN A REACTOR SHAFT, like literally, he decks him in the face and sends him flying over the railing and sidious falls screaming to his death. 

padmé and anakin then go to the top of the mountain and place their hands on the summit, pouring their love into it to stabilize the mountain--the balance of light and dark solves the crisis, and there’s a scene panning across all the kingdoms around it that show how nature heals thanks to the power of these two’s magic and love, and then the two of them kiss. she also realizes that technically, since anakin is a prince--the prince of exegol--the two of them can marry, and her parents are like ‘well we can’t argue with that.’ the movie ends with padmé and anakin waving out at a cheering crowd, the guardians of space mountain, with a toddler luke in anakin’s arms and a toddler leia in padmé’s.

disney would never make this movie in real life because it would include the following things:

a mixed race neurodivergent couple (i love brown padmé, her name is sanskrit for ‘lotus flower’ so she could definitely be desi)

accurate depictions of mental illness (padmé’s depression and anakin’s bipolar), mental disability (anakin’s ADHD) and physical disability (anakin’s phantom pains)

accurate depiction of abuse that isn’t played for laughs--sidious is very much anakin’s abuser, and unlike gaston’s abuse of lefou this isn’t slapstick, it’s serious. little kids might not pick up on it but any adult can tell what it is at the way he shrinks back and flinches at sidious’ voice and the subtle gestures/threatening tones of voice that sidious makes that look like he’s about to lash out at ani.

positivity for amputees and burn victims--ani has all four prosthetic limbs and some burn scars and he’s still considered the hottest man in the land

diverse POC cast in a scifi setting

[min-yoongimylove1993]

What If? Chapter 5: Hot Stuff | JiKookxReader

The next morning you and Taehyung got up and took a shower. Yes, together. "Do you have any idea of how you're going to dress me?" You asked as you washed his back. "No... we might be a bit late to school." He turned around and gave you his cute boxy smile. You sighed. "You're lucky you're cute!"

You playfully smacked his butt. He laughed then turned you around and washed your hair for you, giving your head the best massage. You were in heaven. "You really think Yoongi won't be able to take his eyes off of me? He seemed upset last night." Taehyung said.

You were too busy in heaven to hear what he said. "Y/N!" He lightly smacked the top of your head. "Ow! What?!" You said with a pout. "I asked you if you really think Yoongi won't be able to keep his eyes off of me!" You turned around and smirked at him. "Oh yes, everyone at school won't be able to take their eyes off of us!" You laughed evilly.

Taehyung laughed and turned the water off and got out, wrapping himself in a towel before handing you one. You followed him into his room and wrapped the towel around your body. You started looking through his clothes. You handed him his outfit then left his room and went to his parents room and waited. A couple minutes later he walked in.

"DAMN SON! You should really go into modeling Tae! Like damn! You're gonna knock Yoongi out, his nose will start bleeding and everything!" Taehyung laughed at you and shook his head. "Your turn!" He grabs your hand and pulls you into his mother's closet.

You start looking through them. "You sure your mom's forty-something? Because these clothes say otherwise." He rolled his eyes. "She thinks she's 20." You laughed and kept looking. "Here!" He shoved a cluster of clothes at you and walked out. After you change you came out wearing this:

You put your hair up like this:

Taehyung stared at you. "Tae!" "Holy shit. You should definitely dress like this more often! You look hot af!" You blushed and looked at yourself in the mirror. You smirked. "Correction, WE look hot af!" You grabbed Taehyung and pulled him out to the car.

You guys made your way to the school, right before the bell rang to signal you all the start heading to class. You both got out and walked in through the school's entrance. Taehyung linked his arm with yours and whispered. "I didn't think they'd all seriously stare at us." You smirked and held your head up high. "Enjoy it while it lasts TaeTae, enjoy it while it lasts."

You left Taehyung at his locker and made your way to yours and grabbed your books. You couldn't wait for Jimin to see you at lunch. As you were turning, you bumped into someone. Yoongi held your arm so you wouldn't fall. "Whoa, you okay?" He asked looking you up and down. "Yeah.... Yoongi! Eyes up here bub!" You gestured towards your face.

He snapped out of it and took a step back, gawking at you. "I'm sorry... I just. Wow. I've never seen you dress like this before." You smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment, thank you! Tae picked it out!" You twirled around. Yoongi laughed then bit his bottom lip. "We should head to class." He placed his hand at the small of your back and walked you to class.

You sat in your seat, you could feel all eyes on you, until Taehyung walked in. You quickly turned your gaze to Yoongi. You smirked and tapped his shoulder. "Might wanna wipe the drool from your mouth sweetie." You smirked as Yoongi blushed and tensed up as Taehyung walked over and sat next to him. "Hi Yoongi." Taehyung said with a smile. Yoongi turned red. "H-hi Tae." You giggled to yourself as you walked them talk.

After a couple classes, it was time for lunch. Yoongi and Taehyung walked you to your locker, but they weren't paying any attention to you. You grabbed your lunch and walked into the cafeteria. You looked at Taehyung, he shruggged as he blushed before he walked over to your table. Jungkook was the first to noticed the three of you. "Noona! Wow, you look gorgeous..." He's face was red.

"Hey! What about me Jungkookie?!" Taehyung whined playfully. Yoongi chuckled. "I think you're the hottest one here, babe." Taehyung turned red and nodded his head before he sat down and started stuffing his face. While they all started a conversation, you noticed two pairs of eyes on you. You turned your head and looked straight into Jimin's eyes. "Hi ChimChim." You said dryly.

He flinched a bit at your cold tone. "You... I." You watched him as he struggled to talk. Before he could put his thoughts into a cohesive sentence, the ‘bitch’ walked up and hugged his neck from behind, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. You rolled your eyes. Before she sat down, she looked around the table and her eyes fell onto Taehyung, he was still stuffing his face.

"You're really cute when you eat, you know that?" Yoongi leaned over and whispered to Taehyung. He immediately started choking on his food, Yoongi’s eyes widened and gently patted his back. You couldn't help but laugh at the cute sight before you. Then you noticed Enu slowly making her way to Taehyung, she whispered in Jungkook's ear. He got up and sat next to Hobi.

Enu plopped herself down next to Taehyung and pulled his attention away from Yoongi. Throughout the rest of lunch, you watched closely as she FLIRTED with Taehyung . Your blood was boiling.

You looked over at Yoongi, he was picking at his food. He seemed to be the only one besides you who noticed her obvious flirting. After lunch was over you marched over to Enu's locker. "Were you flirting with Tae at lunch?" You bluntly asked. She smiled at you. "Now Y/N, why on earth would I do that if I have Jimin?"

[maddiesmt-morphina]

7 minutes in heaven - Chapter 11: About absences and flowers

##FIRST OF ALL, Don't kill me before reading the final notes.##

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Erina had forgotten how enjoyable it was to spend time with her best friend and her cousin. Her laughter flowed easily as tension seamed to fade away from her body. The girls spent the afternoon plotting the best way to respond to Soma's bold message and encouraging Erina to invite him out on a date. The blonde was in the middle of a laughing contest with her cousin when they were interrupted by knocks on her door.

Erina got up to answer and ran up against one of the security guards assigned to Alice.

"Forgive me for the disruption, Erina-sama. But Mr. Kurokiba asked me, and I must say, very insistently, that I should deliver this tea to Miss Alice."

Erina turned away and looked at Alice with arched eyebrows.

"Seriously, Alice?"

"Oh my! Is tea time already?" The girl ran to collect what had been left to her. Feeling the comfort of the boy's presence in his actions.

"And Miss Arato, he also asked me to give you this."

"Hm? A note?"

It wasn't long before Hisako discovered that the note was actually an extremely detailed list full of things that Alice liked to do during the day. A schedule full of pampering and whimsy that she would perform without even blinking. Even because, Kurokiba had signed with trembling letters and possibly broken the pen in the process, since she could see the ink stain leaked.

"Kurokiba is very detailed, isn't he?"

"Hm ... I don't know what you're talking about. He only pays a lot of attention on his chores"

"He pays a lot of attention on you, doesn't He, Alice?" Erina can't help to notice.

"But of course! He is my aide".

"Sure"

"And this wouldn't be happening if you hadn't made this stupid dare, Hisoko!" Alice stopped halfway from taste her tea. She looked at her cousin's best friend and smiled wickedly. "But why we're talking about me? We need to talk about what Hisoko will wear! After all, you'll meet Hayama in what? two hours from now?"

"Oh my God! I completely forgot!"

"Hisako, did he give you any clue where he was going to take you?"

"Not exactly. But he mentioned that we would cook together again so I suppose he's thinking of something like that"

Alice rested her cup on the saucer and shot a critical look in the girl's direction. "This is not romantic at all. I expected more from Hayama"

Arato was extremely nervous about the comment. Her cheeks exploded in several shades of red and she could not make a decent response.

"No ... romance ... what? ... no ...I mean...what?"

Erina looked at her suspiciously. She had never seen her friend blush like that.

"I think what Hisako means is that the meeting between them doesn't have that purpose."

The girl who couldn't speak only shook her head several times. Her heart trying to regain its normal rhythm and a grateful smile began to form on her lips.

"However, this is no excuse for not getting dressed up for the event, isn't it, Hisako?"

"I ... I ... I suppose so, Erina-sama"

"Then let's begin this makeover!"

"MAKEOVER? Miss Alice, I don't think ..."

"Mou Hisoko! You're really want to go on a date with one of the hottest guy in Totsuki with this leggings and that hoodie of yours ?!

Alice felt the force of the two girls' gaze pierce her with curiosity and embarrassment.

"What is this all about? Where did you get that, Alice?"

"Oh my dear cousin, the list goes out every six months in the school newspaper. Just look at the gossip section.

"Ah, of course, the insignificant part"

"I wouldn't say that, because your beloved Yukihira is always in the top 10"

"WHAT?"

"Ah, but you don't wanna know about that ... it's very insignificant"

"ALICE!"

"Hm ... I think I've read this list once ... and if I remember correctly, Kurokiba was also on the list, wasn't he, Miss Alice?

"Of course he was. He always is. He is my aide! I didn't expect less."

"You seem proud of it, Miss Alice."

"Of course I do. Ryo's achievements are my achievements as well."

"But doesn't that worry you, Alice?"

"And why should I?"

"Well, having admirers of Ryo around shouldn't be easy. And he may well get interested in one of them"

"He would never do that."

"You never know, Alice."

"What do you want with this, Erina? Are you curious how to deal with Yukihira fans?"

"As if! I still think it's a miracle he's on that dumb list"

Alice even opened her mouth to retaliate, but the sound of an incoming message made the girls shut up and quickly check their phones.

Erina felt her lung fail. It seemed that the oxygen had been erased form earth.

Alice practically jumped off the bed, chasing the cell phone in her jeans pockets.

But it was Hisako who blushed as she found out that she had received a message from an unknown number.

UNKNOWN [4:20 p.m]

Arato, I hope you don't mind that I got your number with Kurokiba. I just wanted to confirm our date today. I'll be at the mansion at the appointed time.

Erina was still learning how to breathe again when she heard a startled sigh from her friend. Alice, who was clearly disappointed, also noticed the girl's behavior change.

"Has something happened, Hisako?"

"No Erina-sama, it's just Hayama confirming our date"

"And will you answer?"

"Oh yes, sure..."

"Tell him you can't wait for him to take you in his arms and ..."

"ALICE!"

"Miss Alice!" Don't misunderstand things! There is nothing between us"

"YET"

Hisako just rolled her eyes as Erina and Alice re-entered into a discussion about some subject that the girl honestly didn't pay attention to.

Arato Hisako [ 4:21 p.m]

Don't worry Hayama. I'll be waiting at the agreed time. If you don't mind, I'll also save your number i case we need to talk. Is there something specific that I should get ready for? Dress code perhaps?

Hayama Akira [4:22 p.m]

Nothing specific. Casual maybe. Be sure to bring a jacket. Maybe it gets chilly later

Arato Hisako [4:22 p.m]

Duly noted.

Hisako could spend the whole day looking at her cell phone screen and sighing unconsciously if it weren't for Alice's voice pulling her out of her peaceful moment.

"Hey, Hisoko! Did you find out where he's going to take you?"

"No. But he mentioned something about being casual"

"So casual it will be!"

The girls then headed to Hisako's room. Where they were helping the girl to dress up.

Erina felt light headed. Maybe she needed to spend time with them to forget the tightness in her chest. The one she felt every time she remembered him. She still hadn't reply the message. She already knew what to say ... she just lacked courage to do so.

It wasn't long before Hisako came out of the bathroom with her coral pantacourt adorned with white flowers on the bars, a white slim but not transparent blouse, and a jeans jacket on her shoulders. The color of the look mixed with the colors of the girl's hair and eyes formed a cheerful but elegant palette of colors. Her shoes weren't high but they were enough to shape her legs.

"WOW Hisoko! I won't blame Hayama if he turns out speechless! You are hot!

"Miss Alice!"

"She's not wrong, Hisako. But I wouldn't choose such vulgar words. You look beautiful."

"Thank you, Erina-sama." the girl blushed deeply.

The ringing of the mansion's bell announced Hayama's arrival.

Hisako took a deep breath and after another glance in the mirror the secretary went off to her arranged date.

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Hayama was ready for everything. He had checked the weather, knew exactly where to take the girl who would accompany him out on this date, quickly searched the memory for the step-by-step schedule he had planned and thought nothing would get him off the track. It was then that the door opened and he felt lost. At that moment, Hayama discovered that he was ready for almost everything, except for the sight of Hisako perfectly tidied up in front of him.

Hisako's rosy eyes stared at the floor, her cheeks seemed to compete with the tonality of her hair and judging by the time he stared at her, she also seemed to be well aware of his presence. Hayama woke up from his own reverie when he heard her sweet voice asking if everything was all right.

"Ahh yes .. forgive me Arato is just that you ..." He looked into her eyes and felt his cheeks burn. She was beautiful and he was going to comment about it, but he chose to keep his opinions to himself. It was too early to rush that way anyway "Nevermind, shall we?"

She just smiled and walked with him. They talked about everything and nothing on the way to the place. Superficial subjects, own likes, complex themes. Akira was fascinated by Hisako's knowledge and her altruistic personality intrigued him. The truth is that throughout his whole life, Hayama had learned only the worst of people. Living on the outskirts of India, the boy became accustomed to seeing only two kinds of people: the pure evil and the indifferent. He was invisible in the eyes of the last and main target of the first, until he met Jun and then he came to consider the existence of a third type of person: gentle people. Coexistence with colleagues also made him wonder that that kind of people wasn't as rare as he thought it was. But never, at any moment in his life, Hayama came across with a person like Hisako. And that made her a new and rare type of person: the purely good one.

The thought made him smile. Discovering new types of people made him believe that the world that had hurt him so much had been left behind.

Her smile came off easily and he found himself wanting to be the motive behind it.

It wasn't long before they reached the garden at the back of Professor Shiomi's lab.

Hisako froze as she watched the totally tidy environment for a picnic. The checkered tablecloth that covered the floor and promised to protect them from the dampness of the earth and the grass, the basket full with fruit and types of breads, tea cups, a small teapot, and some kitchen utensils like spatulas and frying pans. Beside it was a small heap of wood. The promise of a bonfire that would soon protect them from the chill of the night.

"Hayama ..." She was surprised, but she couldn't control the small laugh as she realized that he had taken the promise, that they would cook again seriously. "You weren't joking when you said we would cook again"

He looked at her seriously. And she almost regretted what she said, were it not for the little curl of his lips, claiming that she had enjoyed the comment.

"I don't make promises I don't intend to keep, Arato"

His voice was heavy and calm enough for the girl to be able to fix her gaze for a long time on his lips. The boy offered her his hand and they both sat in the area destined for them.

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The room was quiet. Nor did it seem that the two people who inhabited it had almost destroyed it a few hours ago.

"How it must be going Hisako and Hayama's date?" Alice asked aloud, not even taking her eyes off the fashion magazine she was flipping through.

"I think ..." Erina, who was reading an article about a new gastronomic technique, was interrupted by the gentle melody that now enveloped the room.

"Who else is playing the piano at this hour?"

Slowly, the notes began to make sense in the memory of one of them. And Erina watched her cousin drop the magazine as if it was on fire.

Alice swallowed hard when she recognized the piece that had so cradled her in the past.

"It's Ryo," she said with a sigh.

"What? How can you be so sure of that?"

"I know ... because this is my song." The voice seemed to be choked up, and it didn't resemble the strong, determined, and often stubborn girl she was.

" No, it is not. This is "Amore" from Ryuichi Sakamoto"

Alice just closed her eyes, shook her head in negative, and smiled at her cousin's innocence.

"When ..." She bit her lip. She didn't know if she should really share such personal memory with anyone else. She looked again into her cousin's purple eyes too curious to deviate from hers and resolved that she wouldn't deprive her of any detail of her life. She scratched her throat and continued, "When I was ten, I got really obsessed with learning ballet and to keep me company, Ryo always went to the balet classes with me. Despite hating dance he for some reason never complained about having to attend classes with me. During the disastrous 6 months of my attempt to learn ballet, Ryo never missed a single day. He was always on the side of the pianist who accompanied the teacher. And the day I gave my first pirouette he was there ... and that was the song the pianist was playing. I know because I got addicted to this song. It became my victory hymn that day."

The blonde watched the cousin's hands clench under the bed sheets.

"I think..." Alice let a small smile decorate her face and the tears hung at the edge of her gaze. "No. I'm sure. I'm sure he's trying to talk to me now. He's playing for me."

Erina felt her chest inflate. She was really thrilled with the story. And even more to witness a moment of vulnerability of her cousin. Something she thought didn't even exist.

"I don't get it Erina!" Alice's voice seemed to break through the sobs and the tears that now became frequent. "Why I miss him so much? Why did his absence hurts me so much?"

"Oh Alice ..."

Erina didn't know exactly what to do, but when she saw her cousin fall apart in a painful cry in front of her, she followed her instinct and hugged her tightly, letting the girl soak her sweater with salty tears as they listened to the painful melody reach her summit in a clear statement of affection and resilience.

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Hisako had already lost count of how many French toasts they had made. She also couldn't remember the last time she'd had fun and learned so much. Hayama always surprised her, either by adding cardamom to the jasmine tea she prepared, or by teaching her the right way to grind black pepper, or even the simple act of looking into her eyes without ever leaving them.

She lost the track of time, he didn't. And when his watch signaled that the show would begin soon, he stood up and, again, offered her his hand. Hisako accepted willingly and noticed that this time he didn't seem to want to let her go. And so, hand in hand, they headed for the most hidden interior of the garden. Amidst several exotic plants, there was one that stood out and they stood right in front of it. It looked like a flower, still in its bud state.

"It must begin at any moment now"

Hisako didn't have time to ask, soon enougth a delicate scent began to spread through the place. The girl turned her attention to the plant and stared, astonished, as the flower that was once a bud, blossoming right in front of her eyes. The moon's rays made the white petals appear to shine, and gradually the flower revealed its beauty in a hypnotic and elegant dance. The fragrance became more and more evident and when the flower finally bloomed completely, Hisako couldn't help but notice the size of it. It bordered almost a foot, easily. She had never seen anything like it. It was the most exotic and beautiful thing she had ever seen. Well, actually, the second since the first one was currently holding her hand with a care never before felt by her.

"Hylocereus undatus, also known as the Night-blooming cereus, is a plant native from America. We received this species a few months ago. The fruit is extremely tasty, but what fascinate me the most is its flower"

"She's ... really magical."

"She reminds me of you.

"Hm?"

"The Night-Blooming only blossoms at night, and remains so until the first rays of the sun. She doesn't seem to want to compete with the other flowers. I suppose she knows that because she is extremely fragrant, larger than normal and more beautiful, she ends up threatening the existence of other flowers. What bird wouldn't want the pollen of this majestic creature? I think that's why she picks herself up in the morning. It gives space and leaves the opportuinity to bloom for those whose don't have half its beauty. And in the dead of night, when there is nobody to see it, it blooms. Beautiful, lonely, unique."

Hisako swallowed and shook the boy's hand. Tears filled her eyes. At last she understood what he meant by all that. After he belittle her a the autumn elections without even knowing her, after judging her by her altruistic personality, now he finally seemed to recognize her for what she really was. And in the end she just murmured as she smiled and met his eyes.

"Thank you"

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#FINAL NOTES#

After 398420 years, here I am! I'm not going to apologize this time because I think you're tired of listening to my apologies ... hahahaha ... the truth is that somethings happened ... end of the year, travel, schedules, I kind of got married (Actually my boyfriend moved in) ...these things ... and also I'm a bit crushed by the manga (it's been 1 MONTH since the last time we saw Erina! THAT ABSURD TSUKUDA!) and this has me a little messed up at the time of writing ... (and also because I discovered a new shippe and now I can't get out of this life of reading todomomo (my hero academia) fanfics ... SOMEBODY SAVE ME!). But finally ... don't worry ... I don't plan to abandon this fic ... I already have some chapters planned and I really hope to post soon enougth ... meanwhile we're praying for Tsukuda to have mercy and toast us with better chapters in the future ... so I can get good chapter writing .. hahaha .. That's it people ! Thank you all for supporting me and for keep reading this. I wish everyone an amazing 2019 and don't forget to tell me what you think of fic! Reviews are always welcome!

See you guys next time!

p.s: I know that we didn't have much sorina in this chap but I needed to give a space to those beautiful shippes that are RyoAli and Akisako to shine .. I promise to make it up to you Sorina shippers and Takumegu shippers.

[travelguideworldtour-blog]

12 Best Places to go in Ecuador

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  Galapagos Islands

Are also home to wildlife not found elsewhere on the planet. They are best known as the website that prompted after seeing in 1835, Charles Darwin to come up. Located around Ecuador, the Galapagos are home to diverse species including sea tortoises, giant tortoises cormorants, and also various finches and mockingbirds.

Cruises will be the means. You will find a number of tour surgeries operating out of Guayaquil and Quito with ship choices Which Range to Sail ships

  Guayaquil

Since Ecuador’s biggest city with nearly 2.7 million people, Guayaquil is the industrial hub of Ecuador. Located the town has been founded in 1538 by the Spanish conquistador Francisco de Orellana. Even the Parque Historico Guayaqui delivers lush gardens structures and creatures indigenous to this united states; the free entry is particularly liked by traffic.

While Malecon 2000 is an excellent spot to finish las Peñas can be just actually really a old neighbor hood with a light house and also fantastic views of town below.

  Mindo

Mindo offers travellers that the best of 2 eco systems that are biodiversified: the lowlands and the Andes. Here, people will visit three big rivers, farm lands, cloud forests and tens of thousands of flows.

Certainly one of the hottest holiday destinations of Ecuador, Mindo supplies a vast array of activities which range from bird watching and holiday to mountain biking, horse riding and trekking. Travelers who want tasks might delight in learning chocolate from the cocoa bean into the product a chocolatier, in El Quetzal del Mindo.

  Salinas

Salinas is the city in Ecuador, sitting in the Pacific Ocean, making it popular with yachters and customers. The hottest beach hotel city of ecuador provides some amazing shores. It’s referred to as Small Miami Beach due to its condos round the coastline.

Additionally, it hosts La Chocolatera, that has nothing but really is also still just really a shore where turtles lay. The very ideal time is December, early January. It becomes packed, whereas from April to November it might be dull and muddy.

  Quilotoa Loop

Hikers who like hiking through the back country will delight in a route which takes people through a few of the remote villages of Ecuador, the Quilotoa loop. Should they choose a bus between things, when they did so, though they would be passing up some trails, hiking the loop could endure upto four times but may be carried out in less time.

A crater lake in Quilotoa’s perspectives are just short of spectacular. Villages host markets using Sanquisili’s Thursday economy, during this week.

  Banos

Baños’ city lies at the root of this volcano Tungurahua. Named after the springs fed with this volcano’s waters, Baños is still probably perhaps one of the areas. Called the”Gateway to the Amazon,” Baños can be just really actually a favourite death point for jungle tours. Sightseers are attracted by Water falls cascading thousands of feet .

The Pailon p Diablo Water fall, at which the Rio Verde and Rio Pastaza match surging within a gorge, could be that the most striking.

  Cuenca

The funding of Azuay Province, cuenca, is famous because of the many historic buildings that are historic. A traditional instance of a Renaissance town in the Americas, Cuenca shares architectural features. Its narrow balconied houses and churches are presented without their capital’s contamination, noise and audiences.

The metropolis is a favorite with Americans and is well popularly famous in November and January. The biggest ruins in Ecuador are local at the Canar plantation.

  Otavalo

Otavalo is currently home to a few of the very crucial markets at the Andes. Oahu is where to opt for instance, exquisite cloths that the town is famed for, jewelry and leather goods. The market was happening for decades, since prior to the Incas.

Together with Ecuadorans wearing their traditional clothing and hills it’s really a photographer’s heaven. Travellers could have the ability to seek out hand-crafts, although the economy occurs on Saturdays.

  Quito

In 2,800 meters above sea level, the Ecuadoran funding of Quito could be your maximum capital city in the earth. This cosmopolitan city of 2.2 million people has been situated within a busy volcano portion of the Andes. Quito has among the biggest and best preserved historical districts.

It comprises no more than 20 churches out of the era and even despite recovery, the town keeps native personality and also the working class that has defined it. Carondolet Palace, the chair the government of Ecuador, is situated in the place.

  Canoa

Canoa features a air of optimism and panache once a sleepy fishing community glancing dune and rising by the mangroves blossoms over the Ecuadorian Pacific. Throughout your daytime, tanned sailors kayak and kayak across the torso, while anglers hone their skills over the hard left-to-righters throughout the high season (an average of running from December right to spring).

When nighttime comes, the clutch of cocktail shacks and Rasta bars of town comes sours as well as the Travels of travelers, carrying out a hedonism with a bonafide southamerican shore town feel.

  Atacames

Atacames is among those beach cities in the Ecuadorian Pacific arch. Enormous and pulsing, town is fairly dissimilar to the bamboo hotels that pops the shorelines into the south. The beach is very wide and only a bit polluted, peppered with al-fresco discos and sailors that awakens with pumpkin and reggae and euro-pop equally.

Nonetheless, it’s just that earthy energy which attracts at the audiences and divers really like to go from the Andes to bash away the night with mojitos, sours and fastfood aplenty.

  Vilcabamba

Sandwiched between the reaches of the Mount Mandango that is Mythical and the Podocarpus National Forest, Vilcabamba was the Escape of Incan VIPs. All are all welcome, Now, and travelers flock into the town between the ridges of Loja to delight in all from riding to spa hiking and temperatures and breezes at the wilds.

It’s thought that the people — indelibly people who have a hot atmosphere around them live more compared to many. Perhaps it or even it’s those spirits and tribes at the hills’ spectres.

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Angels/Demons AU Universe

Heaven

Heaven is a place of many tiers.

Tier 1 is general human area- where dead humans go. It’s built to look much like earth, so the humans feel at home when they pass. The only difference being there is no such thing as currency, humans work because they want to and since they are pure of sin, have no ill intentions, so they don’t steal, hurt, etc.

Tier 2 is where fledglings are- usually angels made from particularly pure/good dead humans. It’s still much like a city, but with some more heavenly qualities, as if getting the newly made angel used to it.

Tier 3 is the lowest of angels, usually called commoners. They live in villages in wide, open fields. Still resembling earth, with some things that throw the earthly feel off- such as visible planets in the sky, and the winged angels themselves. They have little to no purpose in heaven, just there to be there.

Tier 4 is guardian angels and the first tier to have its own kingdom and royal family. Guardian angels are angels who are assigned to protect humans, tied to the human’s soul until they die, and the guardian angel gets a say in whether this human goes to heaven or hell. The royal family in this circle of heaven is responsible for giving each angel its human, usually giving guardian angels to the younger, weaker humans on earth. They don’t have much power anywhere else in heaven.

Tier 5 are the messengers and warriors. Messenger angels are the angels who are in charge of delivering messages and prophecies from heaven to anywhere else. There are very few of them, however. Warriors are the angels who are in armies, who fight to protect. Heaven and earth are mostly their responsibility. They fight against the demons of hell and the various supernatural beings that roam the earth- always recruiting and always losing their members. They train only to the minimum, they rely on instincts and pure natural ability in their fights, as they don’t usually have time or the warriors to spare to train others.

Tier 6 is the tier of mostly seraphs and archangels. This tier has three royal families throughout the realm, and it’s the second most protected place in heaven. The seraphs and archangels are very important to heaven, being highly magical angels, and taking care of most of the land and animals throughout the entirety of heaven. The royal families in this tier don’t fight with each other often, though not really friends. They are not affected by the peaceful air in heaven and therefore do feel sin like humans do, as does tier 7.

Tier 7 is the highest of tiers, and consists mainly of royal families, and one Kingdom that rules over the entirety of heaven. Only a select few regular angels get the privilege of living in this tier with the rest of the royals. This entire circle is filled with mainly prideful, snobby royal angels, a small handful being genuinely kind and loving- mainly the few commoners in the tier. The Kingdom has a King, Queen, and three Princes- one of them being the next King. This family is the one who protects, rules, and is the head of all of heaven- if something at all, no matter how miniscule, goes awry, one hundred percent of the blame is on the Kingdom, and generates sizzling hatred from those who can feel it.

Hell

Hell is very similar to Heaven- has tiers and a royal family just like it.

Tier 1 is what humans refer to as ‘Purgatory’. It is the corrupted Garden of Eden, and where exorcised/dead demons, dead angels, and humans who don’t believe in heaven or hell get tossed. It’s a silent, dull forest, with the lingering scent of death in the air. Occasionally, agonized screams can be heard in the distance, but never tracked.

Tier 2 is a black void. There is no sound, there is no echo to your voice, there is nothing in sight- you are alone, in an endless void, until your mind deteriorates and black sludge rises from the ground and grabs you, and you do not fight it as you are pulled into the suffocating void with the slime- you do not want to fight it. The silence has become too much. Death is a mercy.

Tier 3 is where demons crawl. Low demons, mind you- these are dream eaters and bloodsuckers. Dream eaters are demons that haunt your dreams and give you nightmares, feeding off your fear to gain power. In extreme cases, these creatures can kill you with the sheer power of fear alone, but it doesn’t happen often. Bloodsuckers, or in human terms, vampires, are the demons who feed off blood. Their fangs pierce your skin and breaks your veins, allowing it to suck blood through the puncture wounds and, in some cases, drain you completely. These demons are often insulted, or used as insults (e.g. “You’re acting like a bloodsucker!”)- the lowest of the low.

Tier 4 is cities and villages of demons- eerily similar to earth, only laws are nonexistent. Chaos rules the land. Demons who live here, rarely stay. The demons in this circle of hell are usually the newly fallen angels and corrupt humans- the ones who live the longest are able to move up in tiers, as they’d proved themselves by being able to live in the most chaotic of tiers.

Tier 5 is the soul pit, where most of the population of demons live, including warriors, messengers, etc. Named the soul pit because beneath the rich soil of the ground is where the souls of dead creatures lay. The ground cracks open in some places and there are craters of glowing, colored orbs of light, the souls sat in wait to be eaten- serving no other purpose. Lava surrounds the area, often called the hottest part of hell, pools of lava dotting the land and mountains of obsidian rose in the air, falls of lava cascading into rivers that flowed throughout the realm.

Tier 6 is the highest part of hell- where the Royal Kingdom sits. This circle is home to only the Royal family- cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc. The Castle itself houses a single King and his son, and two friends of his son’s- the only demons allowed in the realm that are not of Royal blood. Unlike heaven, the Kingdom in hell hardly has anything to do- hell usually handles itself. The only thing the Royal family has to do there is fight in wars and do boring paperwork (joy).

Angel/Demon Appearances

Royal angels and demons have naturally vibrant, colorful hair. It cannot be dyed over, no matter what Though, commoners can dye their hair vibrant colors- but it’s nowhere near as gorgeous as a royal’s hair. Similarly, royal angels’ wings are naturally colorful, whereas regular angels have either white, gray, or black solid color wings- which can not be artificially colored. To do so would be considered harmful, to both the angel and wings.

Royal angels’ halos are different from normal, too, with little wings on the sides, and another detail decorating the halo itself- all different depending on the angel. No design is repeated. It’s almost like a crown.

Royal demons, though, don’t have anything like a halo to show as a crown- they either wear a crown, or they decorate themselves to look better than others, usually in piercings, tattoos, etc.

Demons also have groups, different types of demons, like bird demons, cat demons, spider demons, etc., and their vast amount of appearances are much more distinctive than angels’.

Miscellaneous

Demons have different breeds- cat demons, bird demons, etc., and for a demon of one type to be in a relationship with a demon of another type is strictly forbidden. If they have a child, they are both sentenced to death, and the child is killed for being an abomination.

However, on the very rare chance that a child manages to stay alive, they are not any particular ‘type’ of demon- they are more of a stereotypical one, with the pointed tail and bat-like wings. These demons are entirely unable to have children.

Unlike demons, angels laws on relationships are not nearly as strict. It is frowned upon, yes, but nothing much is done about it.

When an angel of high blood (seraph, archangel, etc.) has a child with a commoner, the child usually is a mix of the two rather than strictly one or the other. Usually, it is the vibrant hair and/or wings of the royal that carries over into the child, but that’s it. There have been rare exceptions to this, though.

Angels and demons can both be summoned by humans- but it usually ends in death or a signed contract, binding the being to the human’s soul, much like a guardian angel. It is unheard of for multiple beings to be tied to a single human.

It is forbidden for angels and demons to have children with each other- or even fall in love. It causes nothing but agony for both sides, and always ends in spilled blood. Never before has there been a child of an angel and a demon.

Demons who don’t look too impressive in appearance are usually always immensely skilled in magic. Magic is usually used for fighting, but can be used for healing as well. Demon magic is based on the elements- Fire, earth, air, water- and sometimes the elements are mixed to create a new type of magic (highly dangerous and done only by the most skilled of magic-users), such as, air+earth=lightning, air+water=ice, etc.

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The TOP 13 best audiobooks in 2021, fiction and non-fiction

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Fiction alludes to writing made from the creative mind. Secrets, sci-fi, sentiment, dream, chick lit, wrongdoing spine chillers are all fiction classes. Instances of exemplary fiction incorporate To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, 1984 by George Orwell and Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Our Fiction Department additionally has a huge determination of famous films and network shows on DVD.

Nonfiction alludes to writing situated indeed. It is the broadest class of writing. The Nonfiction Department has books and recordings in numerous classes including memoir, business, cooking, wellbeing and wellness, pets, creates, home embellishing, dialects, travel, home improvement, religion, workmanship and music, history, self-improvement, genuine wrongdoing, science and humour. We likewise have a segment of famous and grant-winning narrative DVDs.

A Legacy of Spies by John le Carré

A Legacy of Spies is both a prequel and spin-off of John le Carré’s The Spy Who Came In from the Cold. Around there, MI6 specialist Alec Leamas, roused by the passing of his usable Karl Riemeck in East Berlin, consents to embrace one last mission to seek retribution on the man he accepts to be Riemeck’s killer, a high-positioning individual from the Stasi named Hans-Dieter Mundt.

Over the span of Leamas’ central goal, which discovers him startlingly separated to East Berlin, he alongside his sweetheart, a youthful Communist supporter named Liz Gold is shot to death at the Berlin Wall, on orders of Mundt. The men liable for dispatching Leamas knowledge boss Control, Control’s correct hand-man George Smiley, and Smiley’s protégé Peter Guillam escape solid, and it is uncovered that Mundt was a twofold specialist they were attempting to ensure from the start, without telling Leamas.

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

The Handmaid’s Tale is a tragic novel by Canadian creator Margaret Atwood, distributed in 1985. It is set in a not so distant future New England, in a firmly man-centric, authoritarian theonomic state, known as Gilead, that has ousted the United States government. The focal character and storyteller is a lady named Offred, one of the gatherings known as “handmaids”, who are persuasively relegated to deliver youngsters for the “commanders” — the administering class of men.

The epic investigates subjects of oppressed ladies in a man-centric culture and the different methods by which they oppose and endeavour to acquire singularity and autonomy. The tale’s title echoes the segment portions of Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, which is a progression of associated stories, (for example, “The Merchant’s Tale” and “The Parson’s Tale”).

The Handmaid’s Tale won the 1985 Governor General’s Award and the principal Arthur C. Clarke Award in 1987; it was additionally assigned for the 1986 Nebula Award, the 1986 Booker Prize, and the 1987 Prometheus Award. The book has been adjusted into a 1990 film, a 2000 show, a 2017 TV arrangement, and other media.

In 1987, the digital book adaptation was distributed by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt.

In 2019, a spin-off novel, The Testaments, was distributed.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (here and there alluded to as HG2G, HHGTTG,[3] H2G2, or tHGttG) is a satire sci-fi establishment made by Douglas Adams. Initially, a 1978 radio satire broadcast on BBC Radio 4, it was subsequently adjusted to different configurations, including stage shows, books, comic books, a 1981 TV arrangement, a 1984 computer game, and a 2005 component film.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has become a worldwide multi-media wonder; the books are the most broadly disseminated, having been converted into more than 30 dialects by 2005. The main novel, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (1979), was positioned fourth on the BBC’s The Big Read survey. The 6th novel, And Another Thing, was composed by Eoin Colfer with extra unpublished material by Douglas Adams. In 2017, BBC Radio 4 reported a 40th-commemoration festivity with Dirk Maggs, one of the first makers, in control. The first of six new scenes was communicated on 8 March 2018.

The expansive account of Hitchhiker follows the misfortunes of the last enduring man, Arthur Dent, following the destruction of the Earth by a Vogon constructor armada to clear a path for a hyperspace sidestep. Scratch is safeguarded from Earth’s annihilation by Ford Prefect a human-like outsider author for the offbeat, electronic travel manage The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by bumming a ride onto a passing Vogon space apparatus. Following his salvage, Dent investigates the cosmic system with Prefect and experiences Trillian, another human who had been taken from Earth (preceding its annihilation) by the two-headed President of the Galaxy Zaphod Beeblebrox and the discouraged Marvin, the Paranoid Android. Certain story subtleties were changed among the different variations.

Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders

Lincoln in the Bardo is a 2017 trial novel by American essayist George Saunders. It is Saunders’ first full-length novel and was the New York Times hardcover fiction hit for the seven day stretch of March 5, 2017. Saunders is better known for his short stories, announcing and infrequent expositions.

The tale happens during and after the passing of Abraham Lincoln’s child William “Willie” Wallace Lincoln and manages the president’s pain at his misfortune. The greater part of the novel, which happens throughout the span of a solitary evening, is set in the bardo — a moderate space among life and resurrection.

Lincoln in the Bardo got basic approval and won the 2017 Man Booker Prize. Numerous distributions later positioned it as probably the best novel of its decade.

The Book of Dust: La Belle Sauvage by Philip Pullman

The Book of Dust is a set of three imagination books by Philip Pullman, which extends his set of three His Dark Materials. The books further annal the experiences of Lyra Belacqua and her fight against the religious association known as the Magisterium, and shed all the more light on the baffling substance called Dust.

The main book, La Belle Sauvage, was distributed in October 2017 and is set 12 years before Northern Lights. It portrays how the 11-year-old Malcolm Polstead and the 15-year-old Alice ensure the newborn child Lyra; prompting her to be taken care of by Jordan College. It presents the examination by scholastics and other independent people into Dust, a baffling subatomic molecule identified with cognizance, and the starting points of Lyra’s “alethiometer”.

The subsequent book, The Secret Commonwealth, was distributed on 3 October 2019 and is set after the occasions in the first set of three with Lyra as a twenty-year-old undergrad. Starting on 3 October 2019, work on the third book in the arrangement had not initiated. Pullman said the set of three tends to awareness: “Maybe the most established philosophical inquiry of all: would we say we are matter? Or then again would we say we are soul and matter? What is cognizance if there is no soul? Questions like that are of lasting interest and they haven’t been addressed at this point, thank heavens.” He added that the arrangement may be somewhat hazier than the first, and jested that it could then again be named “His Darker Materials”.

The Body by Bill Bryson

In the smash hit, prize-winning A Short History of Nearly Everything, Bill Bryson accomplished the apparently unthinkable by making the study of our reality both reasonable and engaging to a huge number of individuals throughout the planet.

Presently he turns his consideration inwards to investigate the human body, how its capacities and its exceptional capacity to recuperate itself. Loaded with uncommon realities and shocking stories, The Body: A Guide for Occupants is a splendid, frequently amusing endeavour to comprehend the supernatural occurrence of our physical and neurological makeup.

A brilliant replacement to A Short History of Nearly Everything, this book will make them wonder about the structure you involve, and commending the virtuoso of your reality, consistently.

Calypso by David Sedaris

If you’ve at any point chuckled your way through David Sedaris’ happily cynical stories, you may think you understand what you’re getting with Calypso. You’d not be right.

At the point when he purchases a seashore house on the Carolina coast, Sedaris imagines long, loosening up excursions spent playing table games and relaxing in the sun with those he cherishes most. What’s more, life at the Sea Section, as he names the summer home, is actually just about as charming as he envisioned, except for one little, vexing acknowledgement: it’s difficult to get away from yourself.

With Calypso, Sedaris sets his considerable forces of perception toward middle age and mortality. Beyond a shadow of a doubt: these accounts are extremely, clever it’s a book that can make you giggle until you grunt, how no one but family can. Sedaris’ forces of perception have never been more honed, and his capacity to stun perusers into giggling unrivalled. Yet, a large part of the parody here is conceived out of that vertiginous second when your own body double-crosses you and you understand that the tale of your life is comprised of more past than future.

This is seashore perusing for individuals who despise seashores, required perusing for the individuals who severely dislike casual banter and love a decent tumour joke. Calypso is all the while Sedaris’ most obscure and hottest book yet — and it could actually be his absolute best.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, Book 1 by J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter’s life is hopeless. His folks are dead and he’s left with his coldblooded family members, who compel him to live in a small wardrobe under the steps. In any case, his fortune changes when he gets a letter that comes clean with him about himself: he’s a wizard.

A puzzling guest salvages him from his family members and takes him to his new home, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After a long period of restraining his supernatural forces, Harry, at last, feels like an ordinary child. In any case, even inside the Wizarding people group, he is extraordinary. He is the kid who lived: the lone individual to have at any point endure a slaughtering curse caused by the underhanded Lord Voldemort, who dispatched a fierce takeover of the Wizarding scene, just to disappear subsequently to neglecting to murder Harry.

Although Harry’s first year at Hogwarts is awesome in his life, not all things are great. There is a perilous mystery object covered up inside the palace dividers, and Harry trusts it’s his duty to keep it from falling into insidious hands. However, doing so will carry him into contact with powers more unnerving than he at any point might have envisioned.

Brimming with thoughtful characters, fiercely creative circumstances, and incalculable energizing subtleties, the main portion in the arrangement collects an extraordinary mysterious world and makes way for some, high-stakes undertakings to come.

The End of the Affair by Graham Greene

Writer Maurice Bendrix portrays the film as he starts a book with the line, “This is a journal of disdain”.

On a blustery London night in 1946, Maurice Bendrix gets an opportunity to meet with Henry Miles, spouse of Maurice’s previous courtesan, Sarah, who suddenly finished their undertaking two years prior. Bendrix’s fixation on Sarah is revived; he capitulates to his own envy and works his way back into her life.

As the story unfurls in 1946, we additionally consider flashbacks to being Bendrix with Sarah as they started their undertaking in 1939. Henry reveals to Bendrix that he trusts Sarah is engaging in extramarital relations, so Bendrix recruits the blundering however pleasant Mr Parkis, who utilizes his young birthmarked child Lance to examine. Sarah requests that Bendrix meet to discuss Henry and the cold uncertainty of their cooperation has diverged from the enthusiasm of their previous experiences.

Bendrix gains from Parkis that Sarah has been making normal visits to a minister named Father Richard Smythe under the pretence of bogus dental specialist visits and he becomes progressively envious. Flashbacks show Bendrix communicating the desire of Henry and requesting that Sarah leave him.

Although Sarah and Bendrix express love to one another, the issue closes suddenly when a V-1 flying bomb detonates close to Bendrix’s structure as he is out in the passage. Bendrix tumbles down a flight of stairs and stirs later, bloodied yet not truly hurt. He strolls higher up, where Sarah is stunned that he is alive. Bendrix blames Sarah for being disillusioned that he endures and she leaves, advising him “Love doesn’t end, since we don’t see one another”.

In 1946, Parkis gets Sarah’s journal and gives it to Bendrix; it shows the issue from her point of view. After Bendrix is harmed by the bomb, Sarah runs to the ground floor and discovers him still and not relaxing. In the wake of attempting to resuscitate him, she runs back higher up and starts to petition God for Bendrix’s life. Similarly, as she says to God that she will quit seeing Bendrix on the off chance that he is brought back, Bendrix comes into the room.

Presently knowing why Sarah finished the issue, Bendrix follows Sarah and implores her to rethink. Sarah reveals to Bendrix that she has felt dead without him and can at this point don’t stay faithful to her “commitment” to God. Henry, who has sorted out that it is Bendrix who was Sarah’s darling, frantically asks Sarah not to leave him but rather, with more influence from Bendrix, Sarah consents to disappear with him for the end of the week. Henry finds the couple to reveal to them that Sarah has a terminal ailment.

Bendrix stays with Henry and Sarah over her last days and at her burial service, Parkis reveals to Bendrix that a possible experience with Sarah relieved his child of his pigmentation by kissing it. At Henry and Sarah’s home, Bendrix finishes his book and it is uncovered that his journal of disdain is coordinated toward God. While Sarah doesn’t have to see God adore Him, Bendrix implores God will let him be, along these lines at long last recognizing His reality.

Mythos by Stephen Fry

Rediscover the rushes, loftiness, and shameless fun of the Greek mythsstylishly retold by Stephen Fry. This amazing essayist, entertainer, and joke artist inhale new life into adored stories. From Persephone’s pomegranate seeds to Prometheus’ fire, from underhanded heavenly plans to eternal relationships, Fry draws out the humour and sentiment in every story and uncovers its significance for our own time. Outlined all through with old-style craftsmanship motivated by the fantasies, this lovely volume welcomes you to investigate a spellbinding world, with a splendid narrator as your guide.

The Hunting Party by Lucy Foley

During the lazy days of the Christmas break, a gathering of thirtysomething companions from Oxford meet to welcome in the New Year together, a practice they started as understudies ten years prior. For this excursion, they’ve picked an untainted and separated bequest in the Scottish Highlands — the ideal spot to move away and loosen up without help from anyone else.

The outing starts guiltlessly enough: appreciating the shocking if premonition view, champagne before a snapping fire, and memories about the past. In any case, following 10 years, the heaviness of mystery feelings of hatred has become excessively hefty for the gathering’s shaky wistfulness to bear. In the midst of the tumultuous celebration of New Year’s Eve, the line holding them together snaps, similarly as a notable snowstorm closes the hotel from the rest of the world.

After two days, on New Year’s Day, one of them is dead. . . what’s more, another of them did it.

Keep your companions close, the familiar saying says. Yet, how close is excessively close?

Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

Cloud Atlas is the third novel by British creator David Mitchell. It was distributed in 2004. The title was enlivened by the piece of music of a similar name by Japanese author Toshi Ichiyanagi. It won the British Book Awards Literary Fiction grant and the Richard and Judy “Book of the Year” grant. The year it was distributed, it was short-recorded for the Booker Prize, Nebula Award for Best Novel, and Arthur C. Clarke Award, among different honours. Abnormally, it got grants from both the overall scholarly local area and from the theoretical fiction local area. A movie transformation coordinated by the Wachowskis and Tom Tykwer, and including a troupe cast, was delivered in 2012.

A Promised Land by Barack Obama

A riveting, profoundly close to the home record of history really taking shape, from the president who roused us to put stock in the force of majority rules system.

In the mixing, the profoundly expected first volume of his official diaries, Barack Obama recounts the tale of his far-fetched odyssey from youngster looking for his character to head of the free world, portraying in strikingly close to home detail the two his political schooling and the milestone snapshots of the initial term of his notable presidency — a season of sensational change and strife.

Obama takes perusers on a convincing excursion from his most punctual political desires to the critical Iowa council triumph that exhibited the force of grassroots activism to the watershed evening of November 4, 2008, when he was chosen 44th leader of the United States, turning into the main African American to hold the country’s most elevated office.

Considering the administration, he offers a one of a kind and smart investigation of both the marvellous reach and the restrictions of official force, just as solitary bits of knowledge into the elements of U.S. sectarian governmental issues and global discretion. Obama brings perusers inside the Oval Office and the White House Situation Room, and to Moscow, Cairo, Beijing, and focuses past. We are conscious of his contemplations as he collects his bureau, grapples with a worldwide monetary emergency, takes the proportion of Vladimir Putin, beats apparently unconquerable chances to get an entry of the Affordable Care Act, conflicts with officers about U.S. methodology in Afghanistan, handles Wall Street change, react to the overwhelming Deepwater Horizon victory, and approves Operation Neptune’s Spear, which prompts the demise of Osama receptacle Laden.

A Promised Land is exceptionally cosy and introspective — the story of one man’s wagered with history, the confidence of a local area coordinator tried on the world stage. Obama is real to life about the difficult exercise of pursuing a position as a Black American, bearing the assumptions for an age floated by messages of “expectation and change,” and meeting the ethical difficulties of high-stakes dynamic. He is straight to the point about the powers that went against him at home and abroad, open about what living in the White House meant for his better half and little girls, and unafraid to uncover self-uncertainty and frustration. However, he never falters from his conviction that inside the extraordinary, continuous American investigation, progress is consistently conceivable.

This perfectly composed and amazing book catches Barack Obama’s conviction that the majority rules system isn’t a blessing from a lofty position yet something established on sympathy and basic agreement and constructed together, step by step.

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Let us pray; Father Lord we bless and glorify your holy name, we thank you for your loving kindness your faithfulness and your tender mercies. Have your way in our lives and continue to use us for your glory. Holy Spirit open the eyes of our understanding as go through this teaching in Jesus mighty name we pray.

¶ Topic: Prayer And Praise

Prayer and praise are very essential to the life of the church. In our Churches today, a lot of people neglect the aspect of prayer and praise. Some even come to Church after praise and worship is over, pastor’s are not left out. Every aspect of the service is important and our full participation through the entire prayer and praise time will open our heart to receive the message with a readiness of heart. Our heart will be made soft and receptive to what the Holy Spirit want to teach us because of the twenty or thirty minutes we spent praising God.

Prayer is an act, not merely an attitude. This can be seen by the way the Scripture speaks of people praying. He [Jesus] was praying in a certain place, and after He had finished, one of His disciples said to him, Lord, teach us to pray, as John taught His disciples (Luke 11:1). The main idea behind prayer is petition, asking God for things.

Jesus said: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened (Matthew 7:7,8)

Praise, Praise, mostly of God, is a frequent theme in the psalms, the Hebrew title of which is "Praises." Yet praise is a theme that pervades the whole of Scripture. Genesis 1 is indirect praise; direct praise is found in hymns scattered throughout the books of Exodus, 2 Samuel, Isaiah, Daniel, Ephesians, and Revelation. Words that are often used as synonyms or in parallel with "praise, " and so help point to its meaning, are "bless, " "exalt, " "extol, " "glorify, " "magnify, " "thank, " and "confess." To praise God is to call attention to his glory.

Prayers requires angelic involvement for it to be fulfilled. For instance, when Peter was in prison in Acts 12, the Bible records that "prayer was made without ceasing of the church unto God for him."

In response to that prayer, God sent an angel down with the answer: And, behold, the angel of the Lord came upon him, and a light shined in the prison: and he smote Peter on the side, and raised him up, saying, Arise up quickly. And his chains fell off from his hands. And the angel said unto him, Gird thyself, and bind on thy sandals. And so he did. And he

saith unto him, Cast thy garment about thee, and follow me. And he went out, and followed him; and wist not that it was true which was done by the angel; but thought he saw a

vision. When they were past the first and the second ward, they came unto the iron gate that leadeth unto the city; which opened to them of his own accord: and they went out, and passed on through one street; and forthwith the angel departed from him. Acts 12:7-10

Also in the book of Daniel, we find three instances where angels were sent down from heaven with answers to the prayer of saints. Then said he unto me, Fear not, Daniel: for from the first day that thou didst set thine heart to understand, and to chasten thyself before thy God, thy words were heard, and I am come for thy words. But the prince of the kingdom of Persia withstood me one and twenty days: but, lo, Michael, one of the chief princes, came to help me; and I remained there with the kings of Persia. Now I am come to make thee understand what shall befall thy people in the latter days: for yet the vision is for many days. Daniel 10:12-14

And I set my face unto the Lord God, to seek by prayer and supplications, with fasting, and sackcloth, and ashes: Yea, whiles I was speaking in prayer, even the man Gabriel, whom I had seen in the vision at the beginning, being caused to fly swiftly, touched me about the time of the evening oblation. And he informed me, and talked with me, and said, O Daniel, I am now come forth to give thee skill and understanding. Daniel 9:3,21-22

Then the king arose very early in the morning, and went in haste unto the den of lions. And when he came to the den, he cried with a lamentable voice unto Daniel: and the king spake and said to Daniel, O Daniel, servant of the living God, is thy God, whom thou servest continually, able to deliver thee from the lions? Then said Daniel unto the king, O king, live for ever. My God hath sent his angel, and hath shut the lions' mouths, that they have not hurt me: Daniel 6:19-22

God responded to all Daniel's prayers by dispatching angels to go and deliver the answers. But though angels excel in strength, they are limited in power. There is no omnipotent angel, God is the only omnipotent being. Whereas angels attend to prayer, God personally attends to praise (Psalm. 22:3). Every prayer requires some form of angelic intervention for the answer to be delivered. Prayers are made to God, but the answers are passed down through angels.

See The Difference....Praise is superior to prayer. How do I know? Whereas angels attend to prayers, God personally attends to praises; and that makes the difference. When God attends to anything, you can be sure of who wins. Every time God rises in your favour, the victory is won. Praise is what makes God rise from His holy habitation; it is what triggers off the intervention of the Omnipotent God. And when God steps in, every devil bows out.

Let God arise, let his enemies be scattered: let them also that hate him flee before him. As smoke is driven away, so drive them away: as wax melteth before the fire, so let the wicked perish at the presence of God. Psalm 68:1-2 [1/1Remember the story of Paul and Silas in prison in Acts 16? They were bound and thrust into the inner prison. But verse 25 says:

And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed, and sang praises unto God: and the prisoners heard them.

Paul and Silas prayed, but the angel probably wasn't getting across. Paul must have said to Silas, "Let's change our style." So they switched over to singing praises; and the Almighty, who no prince of Persia can withstand, stepped into the prison.

See what happened next: And suddenly there was a great earthquake, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken: and immediately all the doors were opened, and every one's bands were loosed.

Acts 16:26, When they switched to praise, God came down in person! How do I know? The Bible records that there was a great earthquake; and Psalm 114:7 says, "Tremble, thou earth, at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Jacob." God stepped in in person, and " immediately all the doors were opened, and every one's bands were loosed." Paul and Silas walked out of the prison in dignity and the case was closed!

An angel can be waylaid, stranded or stopped on the way, but who can stop the Almighty? There is a continuous conflict in the heavenlies, between God's angels and Satan's angels. That is why angels can be stopped. But God can't be stopped. No force can stand in His way. That is why nothing can stand the power coming forth from your praises. Now, what is that problem, issue, cross-road, and frustrating condition facing you right now? You don't have to die in that prison house. Calculate an "earthquake", that will bring an everlasting breakthrough your way!

Every time people go to seek the Lord, they do so only in prayer.

But the Bible says, "And your heart shall live that seek God in praise after this order." Angels intervene when you pray. And he came and took the book out of the right hand of him that sat upon the throne. And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps, and golden vials full of odours, which are the prayers of saints. Revelation 5:7-8

Angels store up prayers. When we pray, the Father transfers it to the angelic department for action. But when you praise Him, He does not contact any angel, for He inhabits the praises of His people.

Praise is superior to prayer! We have seen that every mindboggling miracle that took place in the Bible was in direct response to praise. Jesus lifted His eyes to heaven and gave thanks, and there was enough food from five loaves of bread and two small fishes to feed five thousand men! All He said was, "Father, I thank you", not, "Father, multiply this bread and fish."

Praise is God's hotline anytime! You can pray amiss, but you can never praise amiss! Make Your Choice Jesus said something about prayer that is very revealing. Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels? Matthew 26:53

Angels store up prayers. When we pray, the Father transfers it to the angelic department for action. But when you praise Him, He does not contact any angel, for He inhabits the praises of His people.

Praise is superior to prayer! We have seen that every mindboggling miracle that took place in the Bible was in direct response to praise. Jesus lifted His eyes to heaven and gave thanks, and there was enough food from five loaves of bread and two small fishes to feed five thousand men! All He said was, "Father, I thank you", not, "Father, multiply this bread and fish."

As I conclude, let it known Angels will always respond to prayer, at the command of the Father. That is why they are called ministering spirits, sent to minister for us who shall be heirs of salvation (Hebrew. 1:14). The Bible says they hearken to the voice of His command. Angels attend to prayer, while God personally attends to praise. Make your choice! The hottest prayer will only bring angels down, but every acceptable praise brings God down!

It's time to praise God down into every tight issue of your life. When you begin to sing and praise God, He sets ambushment against your enemies (2 Chronicles. 20:2225). It is praise that makes your battle change hands. God will always take over your battles when you praise Him.

We have too many prayer warriors, it is time to raise praise warriors! You have prayed and fasted enough. Now discover the power in praise, because when you are full of praises, you have more victories.

Amen

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Catholic Daily Reading + Reflection, 4 January 2021 - The Kingdom Of Heaven Is At Hand

Readings at Mass for Monday 4 January 2021

Monday after Epiphany Vestment: White Today’s Rosary: Joyful Mystery Preface of Christmas

FIRST READING

“Test the spirits to see whether they are of God. ” A reading from the first Letter of Saint John (1 John 3:22-4:6) Beloved: We receive from God whatever we ask, because we keep his commandments and do what pleases him. And this is his commandment, that we should believe in the name of his Son Jesus Christ and love one another, just as he has commanded us. All who keep his commandments abide in him, and he in them. And by this we know that he abides in us, by the Spirit which he has given us. Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are of God; for many false prophets have gone out into the world. By this you know the Spirit of God: every spirit which confesses that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is of God, and every spirit which does not confess Jesus is not of God. This is the spirit of antichrist, of which you heard that it was coming, and now it is in the world already. Little children, you are of God, and have overcome them; for he who is in you is greater than he who is in the world. They are of the world, therefore what they say is of the world, and the world listens to them. We are of God. Whoever knows God listens to us, and he who is not of God does not listen to us. By this we know the spirit of truth and the spirit of error. The word of the Lord.

RESPONSORIAL PSALM Psalm 2:7-8. 10- 11 (R. 8a)

R/. I will give you the nations as your inheritance. I will announce the decree of the Lord The Lord said to me, “You are my Son. It is I who have begotten you this day. Ask of me and I will give you the nations as your inheritance, and the ends of the earth as your possession.” R. “So now, O kings, understand; take warning, rulers of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear; exult with trembling, pay him your homage.” R. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

ALLELUIA Matthew 4:23

Alleluia. Alleluia. Jesus was preaching the Gospel of the kingdom and healing every infirmity among the people. Alleluia.

GOSPEL

“The kingdom of heaven is at hand. ” A reading from the holy Gospel according to Matthew (Matthew 4:12- 17.23-25) At that time: When Jesus heard that John had been arrested, he withdrew into Galilee; and leaving Nazareth he went and dwelt in Capernaum by the sea, in the territory of Zebulun and Naphtali, that what was spoken by the prophet Isaiah might be fulfilled: “The land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali towards the sea, across the Jordan, Galilee of the Gentiles — the people who sat in darkness have seen a great light, and for those who sat in the region and shadow of death light has dawned.” From that time Jesus began to preach, saying, “Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.” And he went about all Galilee, teaching in their synagogues and preaching the gospel of the kingdom and healing every disease and every infirmity among the people. So his fame spread throughout all Syria, and they brought him all the sick, those afflicted with various diseases and pains, demoniacs, epileptics, and paralytics, and he healed them. And great crowds followed him from Galilee and the Decapolis and Jerusalem and Judea and from beyond the Jordan. The Gospel of the Lord.

Today’s Reflection

Jesus is the light of the world. His mission in the territory of Zebulon and Naphtali indicates the fulfilment of a prophecy of restoration made in Isaiah 9:1-2. The place is known as the Galilee of the Gentiles. Jesus took the light to the heathens in their own land. He does not just wait for us to come to him; he comes to us because he loves us and wants to save us. He stands now at the door of your life waiting to dispel whatever darkness, sin, sickness, poverty, restlessness – that threatens you, if only you will let him in.

Personal Devotional: Day 3

21 Day Novena for Personal and Family Restoration in the New Year 2021 (2nd January - 23rd January 2021) Fasting Guideline: (i) Fast on the first day of the prayers, (ii) Every Fridays throughout the period and (iii) The last day of the prayers from 6am – 6pm (If you have the grace to fast from 6am-12noon or 6am-6pm in the 21days of the prayers you’re free to do so). Note: The sick, pregnant women, nursing mothers are please advised to exercise caution in the fast. 1. Opening Prayer: The name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit Amen. 2. Prayer point: - Ask God for the healing of your family foundation, and the healing of your bloodline. - Ask him to heal your destiny, to remove anything from the past affecting your life negatively. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); 3. Reflection: Judges 6:25-28, Psalm 11, 123, and 125 4. Healing Prayers of your Family Lineage Heavenly Father, I come before you as your child, in great need of your help. I have physical health needs, emotional needs, spiritual needs and interpersonal needs. Many of my problems have been caused by my own failures, neglect and sinfulness, for which I humbly beg your forgiveness. I also ask you to forgive the sins of my ancestors whose failures may have left their effects on me in the form of unwanted tendencies, negative behavior patterns and a predisposition toward sin. Heal me, Lord, of all these disorders. With your help I sincerely forgive everyone, living or dead members of my family lineage, who have directly offended me or my loved ones in any way, or those whose sins have resulted in our present sufferings and disorders. In the name of your divine Son Jesus, by the power of the Holy Spirit, I ask you Father, to deliver me and my entire family lineage from the influence of evil. Free all members of my family tree, including those in adoptive relationships, and those in extended family relationships, from every contaminating form of bondage. By your loving concern for us, heavenly Father, and by the shed blood of your precious Son Jesus, I beg you to extend your blessing to me and all my living and deceased relatives. Heal every negative effect transmitted through all past generations, and prevent such negative effects in all future generations. I symbolically place the Cross of Christ over the head of every person in my family lineage and I ask you to let the cleansing Blood of Jesus purify every aspect of my family. Send protective angels to encamp around us and administer to us your divine healing power, even in areas of genetic disability. Give special power to our family members’ guardian angels to heal, protect, guide and encourage each of us in all our needs. Let your healing power be released at this very moment, and let it continue as long as your sovereignty permits. Replace all bondage in our family lineage with a bonding of holy family love. May there be an ever-deeper bonding with you, Heavenly Father, through the power of your Holy Spirit, to your Son, Jesus Christ. Let the family of the Holy Trinity pervade our family with its tender, warm, loving presence so that our family may recognize and manifest that love in all our relationships; in Jesus’ precious name I pray. Amen. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); 5. Prayer of Confirmation and trust in God Lord, God Almighty, I thank you for protecting me from every form of evil and bringing me the gift of your divine health. I thank you for breaking the chains of oppression and delivering me from every form of sin, sickness, disease and lie of the enemy. I thank you for the powerful name of Jesus to which every knee shall bow. Thank you for giving me your authority over all the power of the enemy. Nothing shall harm me.  Thank you for your full armor, your name, your most precious Blood and your Holy Spirit. No weapon formed against me shall prosper. Thank you heavenly father for all your protection and provisions, for yours is the kingdom, the power and the glory, now and forevermore. Amen 6. Recite the Rosary (Joyful Mysteries): Offer this mystery for your Personal Intention, for a successful 2021. 7. Concluding Prayers: Dear Lord, I surrender to your mercy; Lord I surrender to your loving kindness; merciful God, I surrender to your saving grace.  (Repeat as severally as you can) “I surrender my life and my destiny to you oh Lord, wash it with the BLOOD OF JESUS CHRIST.” In the power and authority that you have given me, I say to all addictions, perversions, chemical dependencies, hopelessness, worry, doubt, fear, despair and all symptoms of any such illness, that you must submit to the name of Jesus. I cast down every argument and proud obstacle that exalts itself against the knowledge of God in the mighty name of our Lord Jesus Christ, Amen. In the name of the father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

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September 13 - "Are you jealous?" Darcy/Thor for @webuiltthiscityonescargot smutty and/or fluffy

Written by @iamartemisday

A/N: This story takes place after TDW but is not Ragnarok compliant.

Darcy Lewis was absolutely not the jealous type. Ask anyone. Whenever she and a friend liked the same guy, she lived by the holy commandment of Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Best Friend's Crush. Such is why, when Jane got through her science boner and started making goo-goo eyes at Thor, a.k.a. Literally The Hottest And Best Guy Darcy Had Ever Known… she'd said, 'okay.' She'd done as the song said and let it go. Jane deserved a sexy god boyfriend more than anyone, herself included.

Ever since their skirmish with the Dark Elves, Jane had been disappearing for hours at a time for last minute 'conferences' (read: hot raunchy god sex). Erik was away on a six month long vacation for 'spiritual betterment' (read: to not go insane from all the superhero shenanigans), so Darcy was left alone to worry about what time Jane would be home every night. While she waited, she could imagine what a great time Jane must be having with Thor holding her, kissing her,  pounding her into the mattress until the bed broke.

God, why hadn't Darcy made a move when she had the chance?

One morning, Jane didn’t come home. Darcy found Thor in the kitchen helping himself to a plate of waffles. Another, smaller stack swimming in syrup was on the table at Darcy’s usual spot.

"Good morning, Darcy," he said. "I hope you don't mind my making breakfast for you?"

"No, that's cool," Darcy said, curling her toes and wishing she was wearing something other than an oversized t-shirt and pajama pants. Here she was wearing a potato sack while Thor was over there making Fabio look like a gremlin.

"My apologies for coming on such short notice," Thor said as Darcy picked at her food, "but I'm afraid once you have finished your meal, you must come with me to Asgard immediately."

Darcy chewed slowly a bite of sugary sweet waffle. "Why?"

He chuckled, as if she'd told a joke. "Jane would've come herself, but she is in the middle of preparations for the ceremony. She is to become a permanent resident of Asgard and she hopes you will come to bear witness."

Darcy's heart dropped like a stone. One half of her wanted to kick the other half for not seeing this coming a mile away. "Just say it's a wedding, Dude. I can take the awful truth."

That one was a joke, and kind of a bad one. She was off her game and Thor was, of course, nice enough to force out another laugh and pat her on the shoulder. God in heaven, Jane didn't know how lucky she was. She really didn't.

"We have a dress ready for you which has been fitted to your size. Jane desires a quick ceremony. No frills, as she describes it."

"Yeah yeah. No problem."

Darcy performed her morning routine with the addition of washing her hair and applying makeup. She was ready in an hour as Thor waited patiently in front of the TV. He turned off a random episode of All My Days Of Our General Lives and cast an admiring glance her way.

"You are beautiful, Darcy," he said, his voice deepening.

'Is that how a man about to get married should talk?' Darcy thought but did not say. She probably should've, but couldn't bring herself to.

"You're not too shabby yourself," she said, holding out an arm to him. "Shall we?"

The trip to Asgard was rough. 'Rough' was, in fact, not a strong enough word to describe it, but Darcy had decided against linguistics as her minor and gone for history instead. The right word for traveling via bifrost couldn't exist in any human language anyway. Suffice to say, she was dizzy for ten minutes and would happily take a century long flight home when this was over.

Jane was not at the podium when Thor and Darcy entered the secret room in the palace where the wedding would take place, but Loki was.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Darcy pointed a quivering finger at Loki's bemused form. She'd never seen him in person before today, only on news feeds and internet conspiracy sites claiming he was a fabrication by the Illuminati to cover up a government conspiracy. He was much better looking than the grainy photos made him out to be, but last she checked, he was still one of the bad guys. Had she missed a memo somewhere?

"Unfortunately, it would take far too long to explain," Thor said, shooting a glare at Loki which was pointedly ignored.

At least now Darcy knew who the second witness was.

Jane arrived at that very moment, with the most impeccable timing Darcy had ever seen. She'd commend her friend for that alone. Dressed like a queen in a gold silk dress, she descended the stairs, grinning at Thor and a ‘barely-containing-her-tears’ Darcy. She moved fast for wearing heels, leaping off the bottom step and running-

Past Thor.

At Loki.

And then she was hugging him. And kissing him.

Jane was hugging and kissing Loki.

"What the hell? What? Why is-" Were Asgardians just really affectionate with their in-laws or was Darcy in the Twilight Zone right now?

"That is an even longer story," Thor said, reading her mind. "I myself have yet to learn the details."

"If you are finished talking amongst yourselves," Loki said, somehow tearing his face away from Jane's long enough to speak, "we would like to begin. Where is Heimdall?"

A man in shiny gold armor, presumably Heimdall, appeared through the same door as Jane. His timing was even better than hers. The ceremony was swift from there. Heimdall's frostiness towards Loki throughout was understandable, but he spoke warmly to Jane. He declared them husband and wife and the pair exchanged rings. This was clearly imported from Earth as Loki almost put it on her right hand. They sealed it with the kiss and before Darcy could finish clapping, they were gone with a swish of Loki’s cape.

"My brother is impatient," Thor laughed as Darcy blinked away the residual green light of magic. "We might see them sometime next month if they don't extend their honeymoon."

"Jane had better come home soon," Darcy said, folding her arms. "She's got a lot of explaining to do. How did she and Loki happen?"

"I confess I am mystified myself," Thor said, "but I have not seen Loki so happy since we were children. I would want nothing less for him or Jane."

"Yeah, me neither," said Darcy. Heimdall had bowed out of the room while they were talking, something Darcy had just noticed. That meant they were alone in what was essentially a cathedral, or at least a place where people got married. "So uh… I guess this means you and Jane are splitsville."

Thor furrowed his brow. "We decided to end our romantic connection and remain friends."

"Yeah," said Darcy. "Would be kind of hard now with the whole 'married to your brother' thing. I mean, I came here today thinking you'd be the one ravishing Jane right now. Which would be totally fine, and I would've been happy to cry my eyes out for my friend on her special day. Cry happy tears, that is. Not sad tears. That would be stupid..."

She trailed off and hoped Thor wouldn't catch on. The magazines back home which tried to paint him as the 'dumb blonde' of the Avengers had the exact opposite idea, though.

"You were jealous," he said.

Darcy let out a loud and dramatic (read: fake) gasp. "Jealous? Me? No. No no no no no… no, I'm not… no. No way. No. No…"

She bit her lip to shut herself up before she dug herself deeper. Judging by the look on Thor's face it was too late for that back at the first 'no'.

"I would not be concerned if you were, Darcy," Thor said. They'd stopped walking and his fingers crept down her arm to lace with hers. His hands were amazing. Big and strong and so so warm… "Forgive my forwardness, I know I haven't made an effort before now to visit with you privately, but I would like to have the opportunity to do just that if you would allow me."

With her free hand, Darcy gathered some skin on her leg through the dress and pinched herself as hard as she could. When she did not wake up alone on a cot in a cramped walk in closet of a bedroom, she concluded this was actually happening in reality.

"Well," Darcy said, pausing to take a deep breath, "I guess it kind of sucks when you have feelings for someone and you have to watch them be with someone else. I've been dealing with it okay, holding my head high and all that junk. But maybe I did still hope I'd get to be with the love of my life someday. Oh well, Jane is married now, so I guess you'll do."

Thor laughed uproariously, his gigantic arm wrapping around her shoulders. "Darcy, if you are serious, I will endeavor to make you forget such things."

"In that case, I'm two hundred percent serious," Darcy said. "Now get to endeavoring, big boy!"

He did, and it was the best night of Darcy Lewis's life.

So far...

[dfroza]

i found my treasure in the heart

it is (already inside)

and i write to illuminate the inner room, from the instrumental womb... where Light (where Love in its True illumination is known, where its truth is revealed by the Spirit who points to the Son)

and yes, my heart seeks to befriend a woman who has for herself found and clearly chosen the same Light as the treasure (and the hope) of her beautiful mysterious heart.

and the heart (of the Tabernacle and later the Temple) is illuminated in Today’s reading that gives the historical background of the Temple and its sacrificial service that all pointed to the real fulfillment in the Son, where what preceded was not the actual thing that would cleanse all of us, but it was appointed as a sign until what was real would come into the beautiful mysterious garden of earth.

Today’s chapter of the book of Hebrews:

[A Visible Parable]

That first plan contained directions for worship, and a specially designed place of worship. A large outer tent was set up. The lampstand, the table, and “the bread of presence” were placed in it. This was called “the Holy Place.” Then a curtain was stretched, and behind it a smaller, inside tent set up. This was called “the Holy of Holies.” In it were placed the gold incense altar and the gold-covered ark of the covenant containing the gold urn of manna, Aaron’s rod that budded, the covenant tablets, and the angel-wing-shadowed mercy seat. But we don’t have time to comment on these now.

After this was set up, the priests went about their duties in the large tent. Only the high priest entered the smaller, inside tent, and then only once a year, offering a blood sacrifice for his own sins and the people’s accumulated sins. This was the Holy Spirit’s way of showing with a visible parable that as long as the large tent stands, people can’t just walk in on God. Under this system, the gifts and sacrifices can’t really get to the heart of the matter, can’t assuage the conscience of the people, but are limited to matters of ritual and behavior. It’s essentially a temporary arrangement until a complete overhaul could be made.

[Pointing to the Realities of Heaven]

But when the Messiah arrived, high priest of the superior things of this new covenant, he bypassed the old tent and its trappings in this created world and went straight into heaven’s “tent”—the true Holy Place—once and for all. He also bypassed the sacrifices consisting of goat and calf blood, instead using his own blood as the price to set us free once and for all. If that animal blood and the other rituals of purification were effective in cleaning up certain matters of our religion and behavior, think how much more the blood of Christ cleans up our whole lives, inside and out. Through the Spirit, Christ offered himself as an unblemished sacrifice, freeing us from all those dead-end efforts to make ourselves respectable, so that we can live all out for God.

Like a will that takes effect when someone dies, the new covenant was put into action at Jesus’ death. His death marked the transition from the old plan to the new one, canceling the old obligations and accompanying sins, and summoning the heirs to receive the eternal inheritance that was promised them. He brought together God and his people in this new way.

Even the first plan required a death to set it in motion. After Moses had read out all the terms of the plan of the law—God’s “will”—he took the blood of sacrificed animals and, in a solemn ritual, sprinkled the document and the people who were its beneficiaries. And then he attested its validity with the words, “This is the blood of the covenant commanded by God.” He did the same thing with the place of worship and its furniture. Moses said to the people, “This is the blood of the covenant God has established with you.” Practically everything in a will hinges on a death. That’s why blood, the evidence of death, is used so much in our tradition, especially regarding forgiveness of sins.

That accounts for the prominence of blood and death in all these secondary practices that point to the realities of heaven. It also accounts for why, when the real thing takes place, these animal sacrifices aren’t needed anymore, having served their purpose. For Christ didn’t enter the earthly version of the Holy Place; he entered the Place Itself, and offered himself to God as the sacrifice for our sins. He doesn’t do this every year as the high priests did under the old plan with blood that was not their own; if that had been the case, he would have to sacrifice himself repeatedly throughout the course of history. But instead he sacrificed himself once and for all, summing up all the other sacrifices in this sacrifice of himself, the final solution of sin.

Everyone has to die once, then face the consequences. Christ’s death was also a one-time event, but it was a sacrifice that took care of sins forever. And so, when he next appears, the outcome for those eager to greet him is, precisely, salvation.

The Book of Hebrews, Chapter 9 (The Message)

and from its paired chapter in the Testaments we read a portion in Jeremiah 9 of the significance (and rebirth) of trusting in God in a confused world:

God’s Message:

“Cursed is the strong one

who depends on mere humans,

Who thinks he can make it on muscle alone

and sets God aside as dead weight.

He’s like a tumbleweed on the prairie,

out of touch with the good earth.

He lives rootless and aimless

in a land where nothing grows.

“But blessed is the man who trusts me, God,

the woman who sticks with God.

They’re like trees replanted in Eden,

putting down roots near the rivers—

Never a worry through the hottest of summers,

never dropping a leaf,

Serene and calm through droughts,

bearing fresh fruit every season.

“The heart is hopelessly dark and deceitful,

a puzzle that no one can figure out.

But I, God, search the heart

and examine the mind.

I get to the heart of the human.

I get to the root of things.

I treat them as they really are,

not as they pretend to be.”

The Book of Jeremiah, Chapter 17:5-10 (The Message)

and to accompany this with inspiration from Today’s Psalms beginning with #13:

[Prayer Turns Depression into Delight]

For the Pure and Shining One, by King David

I’m hurting, Lord—will you forget me forever?

How much longer, Lord?

Will you look the other way when I’m in need?

How much longer must I cling to this constant grief?

I’ve endured this shaking of my soul.

So how much longer will my enemy have the upper hand?

It’s been long enough!

Take a good look at me, God, and answer me!

Breathe your life into my spirit.

Bring light to my eyes in this pitch-black darkness

or I will sleep the sleep of death.

Don’t let my enemy proclaim, “I’ve prevailed over him.”

For all my adversaries will celebrate when I fall.

Lord, I have always trusted in your kindness, so answer me.

I will yet celebrate with passion and joy

when your salvation lifts me up.

I will sing my song of joy to you, the Most High,

for in all of this you have strengthened my soul.

My enemies say that I have no Savior,

but I know that I have one in you!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 13 (The Passion Translation)

For the worship leader. A song of Asaph to the tune “Do Not Destroy.”

We thank You, O True God.

Our souls are overflowing with thanks! Your name is near;

Your people remember and tell of Your marvelous works and wonders.

You say, “At the time that I choose,

I will judge and do so fairly.

When the earth and everyone living upon it spin into chaos,

I am the One who stabilizes and supports it.”

[pause]

“I discipline the arrogant by telling them, ‘No more bragging.’

I discipline the wicked by saying, ‘Do not raise your horn to demonstrate your power.

Do not thrust your horn into the air, issuing a challenge,

and never speak with insolence when you address Me.’”

There is no one on earth who can raise up another to grant honor,

not from the east or the west, not from the desert.

There is no one. God is the only One.

God is the only Judge.

He is the only One who can ruin or redeem a man.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 75:1-7 (The Voice)

to be concluded with chapter 13 in the book of Proverbs:

A wise child is attentive to his parents’ instruction,

but the mocker is deaf to correction.

A person eats well when he speaks wisely,

but the treacherous crave violence.

Those who guard their speech insure they will take another breath,

but those who talk without thinking guarantee their demise.

Slackers crave but have their fill of nothing,

but the hardworking desire and are completely satisfied.

The right-living will not tolerate any lie,

but wrongdoers come to shame and embarrassment.

Doing right keeps the innocent on the path of life,

but doing wrong is the downfall of the wicked.

One pretends he is wealthy but has nothing,

while another seems to be poor but has great wealth.

The rich are targeted and must ransom their lives,

but no one bothers to threaten the poor.

The light of the right-living brings joy as it burns brightly;

the lamp of a wrongdoer will be snuffed out.

Arrogance only produces arguments,

but wisdom accompanies those well advised.

Money earned hastily is easily lost,

but hard-earned money continues to grow.

Hope postponed grieves the heart;

but when a dream comes true, life is full and sweet.

The one who hates good counsel will reap failure and ruin,

but the one who reveres God’s instruction will be rewarded.

Wise instruction is a spring yielding a satisfied life;

those who follow it avoid the traps that lead to death.

Good sense brings blessing,

but the road of the treacherous is long and rough.

A clever person acquires knowledge and then acts on it;

but a fool advertises his folly for all to see.

An untrustworthy messenger stirs up trouble,

but a faithful emissary is curative balm.

A person who turns from correction faces poverty and shame,

but one who regards constructive criticism is well respected.

A dream fulfilled is the sweetness of life,

but abandoning evil is repulsive to fools.

One who walks with the wise becomes wise,

but whoever keeps company with fools only hurts himself.

Trouble eagerly pursues the sinner,

but success rewards the right-living.

A good person leaves an inheritance for his grandchildren,

but the wealth of the sinner is eventually passed on to the right-living.

Though the fields of the poor yield a bumper crop

in a land without justice, it is stolen out from under them.

Those who spare the rod of discipline hate their children,

but those who are quick to correct them show true love.

Those who do right have plenty to eat,

while those who do wrong go hungry.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 13 (The Voice)

my reading in the Scriptures for August 13, day 54 of Summer and day 225 of the year:

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I hate the weather in Las Vegas. I'm from the Great White North, Canada. The hottest our summers have ever gotten was 35 degrees celsius. So when I stepped out of the airport into 44, oh man I was sweating bullets. And to have a consistent hell-like weather with the sun beating down like a truck...well I just wasn't having it. We still went out and enjoyed what Las Vegas had to offer but not without sweat and teaes trailing our way home. And you could NOT imagine how much we sweat walking from The Stratosphere Hotel towards The Smith Centre. If it wasn't for one of my closest friends performing, you can bet I wouldn't have made the 40 odd minutes walk. We did and I'm glad we did. But I'm getting a bjt ahead of myself, let me start after getting off the plane. This was my first time going to Las Vegas with just friends. I went with two of my closer friends, David and Anthony. Although Anthony insisted that his performance was just a gateway to get us to Las Vegas, David and I knew it was our sole purpose to help and support our brother out. So we hopped out our second plane. The first flight was mediocre, the second had movies and I watched Beauty and the Beast pretty much all through the flight. My buddy David and I heard stories of our airline-which-shall-not-be-named losing luggage. The relief and grief I felt when I saw the pink shoe string tied luggage bag was insurmountable. I overpacked, and if I lost everything then oh boy was I screwed. So now we were waiting for our welcome party, a.k.a Anthony's dad. Although I've known him for years, I've never met his parents. Seeing Anthony as a cool, happy, easy-going guy made me feel at ease. Then meeting his dad, I understand where he gets all this from. Anthony's dad, Tony, is a very nice guy. Down to earth, open minded, and funny down to the bone. We had been worried about what we'd do for food and the first thing he told us was "you can come to our hotel whenever you guys are hungry." HALLELUJAH! Praise the heavens because that just saved us a ton of money. We went to their hotel first thing and has the best rice and chicken I've ever had. Or maybe it was free or great news to have these meals. Our hotel wasn't far from them. It was about a ten minute walk and it was worth it for food...even in this heat. So we went to check in at our hotel. Oh man it looked so good from the outside. An observation deck, different sets of elevators, a diner, a starbucks, and a really good lookong fine dining restaurant. Then we got into our room. The happiness was flushed from our face and it was replaced with confusion. Oh, at first glance the room looked like any other hotel room. Which shouldn't be, or isn't, the case for hotels in Vegas. Pros, the beds were comfy, there was a washroom, and a television. Cons, our view was a wall, the lights flickered waaay too much when first turned on,   shitty floor, shitty channels, shitty outlets, we saw this one trailer about addiction almost every commercial break and it was incredibly dark, and the wifi was complete and utter shit. Granted, the room was free and it was just a place to sleep. The wifi was a problem for us because two of us are content creators and we wanted to upload while we were there. The only reason we spent so much time in that room was because it was incredibly hot. We went out for food, to look for places to take photos, to go to the outlets, and our friend's performance. Don't get me wrong, we did enjoy Vegas. We took a lot of photos, and the Strip was a great experience. We found some gem spots to do a shoot, found some great deals (even with the conversion rate), and found some culture in the back ends we were in. The Las Vegas was just as flashy as movies portrayed them. We didn't gamble, but we did get to enjoy what everything had to offer. From shows and locations like Venice and Paris, to the flamingo conservation and seeing flamingos for the first time in my life. But we never fell into the Sin-like lifestyle of Vegas. Call us squares or lame but we are more scenic or in-the-moment people.   Throughout our whole vacation, Anthony had rehearsals. So he'd leave early and come back late at night. We'd have time to hang out and talk, but most of the trip was just David and I. Nothing wrong with that, it was fun. And we wanted Anthony to perform his best and blow everyone's mind. So here comes Saturday. The day of Anthony's performance. He was up at 7 and left before any of us got up because we went to the Strip the night before. David and I spent the morning working on our crafts, his was a video and I was sorting through photographs. We had to be at the Smith Center by 3pm so we had a lot of time to kill. We didnt really do much, but we got distracted and got ready late. By the time we left the door, it was almost 2:30pm and it was a 40 minute walk. By the way, our end of the hotel had 6 elevators but still took forever for an elevator to come by so we were definately running late. Not just that, but it was the hottest day in the whole week, 47 degrees. A 40 minute walk, 47 degrees, and two Canada-raised folks did not equal a swell time. We rushed it. We didn't walk normally, we speed walked. At least 3 times that walk, I contemplated not going. Our shoes were burning. Our shirts were soaked in sweat. We turned a 40 minute walk into 20. So by the time we got to the theatre, we looked like we just hopped out of the pool. Waist up anyways. Luckily, we brought an extra shirt to change out of. We used our already soaked shirts to wipe off our sweat. So we got out tickets. Balcony, row H seats 216 and 217. The show wasn't really a show. It was a benefit put on by Broadway in the H.O.O.D (Helping others open doors). So it was an arrangement of singers and dancers. Our friend Anthony was the only poet. We were so far from the stage that we could barely see who was performing. Not that it really took much away. Every performance was beautiful. The singers blew me away, and the dancers were sharp and flowed well. There were kids performing. Around the age 12 and they blew me away. Their lack of stage fright, full resevoir of confidence and singing voice sent chills down my spine. I was overwhelmed by them and thought wow, nothing could top this feeling. That was, until Anthony hit the stage. No introduction, just a fluid transition from one performance to him on stage left with the spot light on him. No props, no music, just him and his voice. Flick. He started. His piece was openly about a lighthouse. By openly about, I mean it was written and titled around the use and purpose of a lighthouse. But it was open to interpretation, and still held that the true meaning behind the poem was for his mind alone. He wasn't nervous. He spoke with confidence, and captivated the ears and minds of everyone  in the audience. Flick. The words smoothly escaped his lips and drowned everyone in them while still guiding. Flick. Everyone was focused on just Anthony. All eyes were on him, and all ears were filled with words. Flick. A shiver swept my body as his voice grew stronger and louder. I could feel how proud David and I were of Anthony. How proud we were to see him perform in front of 2,500 people. To not miss such a big event in his life. To share it with him. To listen and see him radiate confidence with every word. It was inspiring. Flick. Exit stage left. He was done. The crowd cheered for him. There was a girl behind David who was more vocal about it. But the applause was strong that night. He may not have gotten to everyone that night, but you can tell the ones he touched. They clapped louder than anyone else. But not as loud as David and I. We left after first intermission. We were honestly not interested in any one else performing except Anthony. They were all great, but we were already blown away. We ubered back to our hotel because that walk was a no-go. Not sweating through another shirt. When we got back to our hotel, we ordered some food and just rested up. We were awaiting Anthony's return to congratulate him and celebrate. But before he got home, he had to eat dinner with his parents. So we took more time to rest, even watched Hot Tub Time Machine 2. Oh crap, its one of our last days in Vegas and I forgot to go souvenir shopping! So I dipped out right after the movie ended to go to the souvenir store down the street. Once I exited the hotel, who do I see? It was Anthony coming back from dinner. We hugged  it out and I extended by congratulations and told him my favourite parts. He joined me in buying souvenirs because he wanted to pick up some booze to celebrate before heading out. He picked up some Bacardi and arizonas to experiment mixes. We got back to the hotel room and it was just full of praise and admiration for Anthony. We were proud, and we were wanted to show it. We kicked off the rest of this life changing nignt by Anthony sharing his experience with us down to every detail. How he felt, how he was kept in the dark the whole time, the people he met, the way he didnt know if he was supposed to be there, and forgetting all the words right before getting on the stage. This made his performance even more impressive. But through it all, he had explained how he didn't feel any fear. He said he felt free. Even when he forgot the words, he didn't feel scared. He knew the words would come to him. In summary, his experience was inspiring. He showed his strength in facing what should've been a nightmare. He said the view from our hotel window was very humbling. This summarized his whole experience. The view of the wall was his struggles, and he looked them dead on and didn't flinch. Strength. We started drinking. This experimental mix was definately...new but it wasn't bad. The more we drank, the better it was. But isn't that with all alcohol? But we drank a bit too much and wondered what the heat and this level of drunk would turn out to be. Out of better judgement (wow, while drunk), we stayed in and continued talking. We shared some high school stories and drove down memory lane. We went to the same high school but I was a year older so we didn't have any classes together. I told them my favourite teacher was Mrs. Nevins. She cared about her students and showed unconditional support. We brought up our CPTs which was the huge final project, abbreviation for Culminating Performance Task. It was a newspaper-like article in which we write a story about an event in our life which had a lesson or was funny. Mine was about a lucid dream I had about someone I used to love. The moral to mine was things have an end for a reason. Holding on is a lot harder than letting go. It seemed corny repeating it back to them. David's was more personal. He talked about a father figure he had his whole life who ended up going to Iraq for a Peace Keeping mission. But he was then captured and tortured for months. Imagine seeing someone almost everyday with a smile on their face, them having that same smile be replaced with a bloody and sunken face on the news every night. He eventually came back and David explained to us how family extends farther than blood. The man captured is okay now, and David had gotten past it all. He showed us a Netflix series called Captive which had his father figure feature on episode 8 of season 1. This was a night of sharing. Of opening up to each other. David and Anthony each showed me how they became the person they are today. So I wanted to show them what made me who I am. It was a poetry piece by a man named Steve Koyczan. It was called To This Day. The message was pretty much an elongated "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me". But the way it was presented hit me hard. Not just the video, but in the words he used. How he portrayed that kids will always be kids but words will always hurt and carry on through our lives. Koyczan's use od cacophony and juxapedia really took it home for me. The disgusting sounding words hit my heart like when I was bullied for being bigger. And this was my showing them my roots of poetry. Content creation. I became vulnerable for them. I told them the story of my bipolar friend. He stopped taking his pills but the good days seldom came back. He never took his pills again, but he took his life. He taught me to enjoy my happy days and love my friends. So I bared my heart to them. I told them that being bullied as a kid didn't bother me until it all caught up to me. I told them that I tried killing myself because I didn't want to be around anymore. I told them that even to this day, I still think of dying. Of how easy it was to go to the rooftop pool and just jump. Or take a scenic route down the observation deck. I told them that I was really grateful for them having me in their friend circle and how even being able to go to Vegas with them was a gift. So here we are. In the shittiest hotel in Las Vegas sitting in a room. Just us three guys sharing. Opening up and showing our vulnerabilities to each other. Crying. Listening to music. Letting our worries go. But it was silent. Not awkward, we were just taking it all in. David broke the silence. He knew what Anthony and I go through regardless of how long he's known us. He told us that he feels no malicious intent in our body. That we were friends because he wants us to be around. He reassured us that he sees us as good people. People who deserve to be happy. That we weren't weak to ever think about suicide. But that we were stronger to still be here. And that he was glad to have us in his life. He reassured me that letting me into their friend circle was nothing to be grateful for. We are all in it for each other. That we're all friends because we care for each other. Wow, that was some strong Bacardi. Joking aside, the night continued on a brighter note. Now, how was this so life changing? This wasn't a movie. We didn't go out on the strip and drop bills. We didn't get piss drunk, wake up with a hangover with a friend missing. Mike Tyson's tiger was not in our washroom and the only money spent was on bottles to drink. No, this was real. Saturday night and we spent it inside talking. Anthony said that Las Vegas just sucked the soul out of everyone here. How everyone fell to sin in this city. But we didn't. You can call us squares or lames but I realized on that night how real of friends these two are. That we didn't need to go out to have a good time. We spent the night talking to each other and taking care of our spiritual happiness and not our material happiness. All the stress and worries were gone in those short few hours. In the City of Sin, we overcame and became better people. Happier people Just a story of how important it is to have these kind people in your life. They don't come often, so treasure them. But hey, don't get me wrong. Next time I head to Vegas, I'm balling out.

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