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ickadori · 1 month

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I CANTTT literally obsessed with your Yuji first but I've read them all three times now and it is NOT enough 🙏

I cannot understand why, but like- HEAR ME OUT- I have just been thinking about like..

So.. basically reader is about to start her period, and she knows this bc she is like FERAL ovulation be hitting her like a BUS.

Now, she is dating Yuji (bc yes) and it's like every little thing just turns heron so much it's CRAZY. So like,one night, Yuji and her are in the readers dorm watching a movie, and it's all fine, just some cute cuddling and stuff.. but he starts pulling her closer, rubbing her back, rubbing her thighs.. maybe her arms too?👀... And she just CANNOT control herself, trying to hide the fact her thighs are clenching and slightly rubbing against eachother, the way she is biting her lip slightly, and the fact she feels soo sensitive.

The problem is tho, they still haven't gotten to the base, yk? Like, yeah they have kissed, had whole makeout sessions, the usual.. but she never wanted to have sex bc she never really found the right time, Plus shes a virgin (👀‼️) so shes embarrassedto even reveal it, and like- sukuna possesses him, so it's like he's there too.. so it's just kind of a weird situation..

ANYWAY! So, the SECOND the movie ends, the reader is basically pushing yuji out of her dorm, trying to be discrete that she's rushing him, but it's kind of obvious. Now, Yuji is super confused, because he usually stays the night, especially when they have movie nights, and he's asking her what's wrong, what's going on, etc. And she just tells Yuji she feels sick (wrong answer).

So now Yuji INSISTS he stays, so he can take care of her, so he starts grabbing reader and guiding her to her bed, trying to check if she has a tempature, and asking if she needs anything, not knowing that EVERY single touch is literally making the reader so fucking sensitive fr.

Reader tries to make other excuses to get him to leave, bc she needs to "take care of herself" (yk).. but he is NOT having it. So eventually she's like, 'alright,' and tells him what's really going on.

"Yuji, listen, I really want you to stay but.. I'm just..I'm about to get my period, so I'm ovulating right now.. and I'm like super horny, but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

And at first Yuji is like shocked and flustered, cuz it caught him totally off guard. But hes honestly is turned on bc what reader didn't know is that Yuji was actually super touchy bc he WAS making a move on her, trying to be subtle bc he didn't want to make her uncomfy, especially since it could be her first time if it went right.. (and it did alright🙈)

So now yuji is like..'well, you could have told me, I could help you'

And with that the reader is like using her last piece of sanity to not just jump on him fr, but at the same time, she is super flustered and kinda hesitant..!!!!

So she's kinda just standing there now, all flustered.. but the silence makes yuji think he said something wrong, so now he's like 'I mean- only if you want, we don't have to- I didn't want to make you uncomfy."

And OBVIOUSLY reader wants him, so she just kisses him bc she can't say anything cuz she's so nervous..

Now yuji is pushing her back slowly, pushing her onto the bed, and.. basically..

He starts to slowly take her shirt off, then reaching to take her bra off left, but he stops... looking at her as if silently asking if she sure, and she is hesitant, but she nods. Once he takes her bra off, he quickly takes his shirt off, so she doesn't feel uncomfy (hear me out idk hoe to explain it) so the he just starts to slowly kiss down her body till he reaches the hem of her sweats.. he takes them off, then her panties.. he puts her legs over his shoulder carefully, and looks up to her from between her legs, like asking once more if she is one thousand percent sure, and he gets his answer when her plush thighs close slightly around his head..

So he starts to eat her out in the most loving way fr 😋

Then it follows with some super cute and loving sex that turns a Teeny bit rough lol (i can't help myself) and some aftercare after!!

It's just some random scenario I thought of that NEEDS to leave my brain (and sorry for rushing the ending, just realized how long this is) ANYWAY, I cannot stop thinking abt this (ovulating, if u can't tell 😔)

SORRY FOR TYPOS AND I LOVEEE UR FICS!

oh how i miss yuji </3 i think sex w/him always gets a teeny bit rough at the end bc he just can’t help himself — it’s you. he’s touching you, holding you, kissing you, feeling your wet heat wrap around him and squeeze and drip and how could he not sink his fingers into your soft skin and grope and squeeze? bury his face in the crook of your neck and bite down to keep from moaning loud enough for the dead to hear because you feel too good? batter his hips into yours until you’re squealing and making a pretty mess on his cock?

yeah .. yuji always gets a teeny bit rough during sex.

#++ asks #i haven’t written anything smut related in ..#eons #hey guys i’m not dead </3 #ALSO HI IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY FICS TY😭

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fxreflyes · 4 months

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This is so incredibly late, but thank you so much for the tag Kara!!! @sugarsnappeases (I screenshotted all of your notes and saved all of your films to watch this year, they all sounded so good!! <3)

top films of 2023

This made me realize I both watched next to no films this year and most were rewatches but here we are!

1. And then there were none - rewatch! one of my all times faves! It’s an Agatha Christie murder mystery on an island. 10/10 recommend. I watch it every year!!

2. The princess bride - rewatch! always super fun.

3. Golden Eye - another rewatch. My dad is the biggest James Bond enthusiast in the world so I have watched all of the movies ten times over. This is one of the best bond movies imo

4. Dead poets society - another rewatch (skye u need to watch new things….) but impeccable. I warned my bf it was sad and he was like ok! And then at the end he was like that was sadder than I expected… I did warn him

5. See how they run - a new movie!!! murder mystery, the vibes fun

6. Pride and prejudice (2006) - rewatch. no commentary necessary. Had my bf watch for the first time & he loved it (a green flag fr)

7. The boy and the heron - beautiful

8. It’s a wonderful life - rewatch. Watched for Xmas. Lovely.

No pressure tagging: @cosmmicdancer @kaaaaaaarf @polaroidcats @dieonysian @magneto-manifesto @sunattacksthemoon @appreciatedmoron @kaleidoscopexsighs @angelfruittree @shipsnsails @stillagoodwitch @themuseoftheviolets and as always open tag anyone who wants to!! <3 (this is my plea for movie requests pls please please please anyone stop by and recommend some movies for me to watch!! it can be your fav of all time or whatver u like, I just want to watch more in 2024 :))

#thank u am for the tag and all ur recs!!#I am SO late doing this #also seriously open tag and everyone pls comment or send me an ask or anything what movies u like!#time to watch more in 2024 #tag games

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 1 month

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south park mean girls au: hear me out!

high school setting (obviously) au (the characters did Not!! grow up together they went to different elementary and middle schools but meet in high school except for two of them okay so!

regina george: cartman -Hear! Me Out! 1. anger issues 2. manipulative 3. shown to have decent leadership skills 4. has a mom that wants to be his friend over being a parent 5. obsessed with having the latest trendiest things

gretchen weiners: butters -he's a yes-man and a follower always bringing his dad up for grounding him, supports cartman's ideas and is too afraid to stand up to him but could if put under enough pressure

karen smith: clyde -dumb but nice, not really looking to rock the boat too much, goes along with whatever

janice ian: kenny -used to be best friends with cartman in middle school, had a falling out

damian franzese: craig -tbh I just think craig saying "she doesn't even go here!" is funny

cady heron: kyle -obvious choice? yes but idc so like instead of africa he was raised in california bc his mom didn't want him to be from new jersey but his dad didn't want to live in the town he grew up in so they lived in idk san diego

aaron samuels: stan -I could list my reasons but I'm a style shipper and that's all the reason I need

Oh my god you’re fucking COOKING!!!!!!!!! LET THEM COOK!!!!! This slays so hard I’m deadass so on board with the casting like no shit you might actually live in my brain bc that’s fr who I’d put in each role too

#I am also just a style shipper and STAN AS AARON PLS #Craig as Damian is so damn funny esp w Ken as Janice like ICONS OK #and the plastics like YOUR MIND!#Kyle makes all the sense ever man thank u for this

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lunarspearedarchive · 3 years

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" I don't have time to see you today, mom. I'm getting extra lessons with Heron. You know. Someone who actually /wants/ to see me? " [ fr. Huey for the taken AU~? ] / @dollhousemuses | unprompted.

▬▬▬ ☾☆ It was amazing how so few words could just rip Della apart inside. She hated this. They were lying to her kids in an attempt to turn them against her. But she couldn’t say anything right now. Not with so many people around who could pass on anything she said to him. So she took a deep breath instead && nodded. She’d have to be careful what she said right now, but she could handle that much.. right?

❛ Huey.... Of course I want to see you. All I ever want is to see you boys. But, I understand. I hope you have a good lesson today. I love you. ❜

#dollhousemuses #( dollhousemuses: huey. )#☽ | what lies ahead? ★ (TAKEN AU.)#☽ | unafraid of the unknown ★ (ANSWERED INBOX.)

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riverdamien · 3 years

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The Pond

"August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun

and the lilies again are spread across the water.

I know now what they want is to touch each other.

I have not been here for many years during which time I kept living my life.

Like the heron, who can only croak, who wishes he could sing,

I wish I could sing.

A little thanks from over throat would be appropriate.

This is how it has been, and this is how it is:

All my life I have been able to feel happiness,

except whatever was not happiness,

which I also remember.

Each of us wears a shadow.

But just now it is summer again

and I am watching the lilies bow to each other,

then slide on the wind and the tug of desire,

close, close, to one another.

Soon now, I'll turn and start for home.

And who knows, maybe I'll be singing.

Mary Oliver

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Gospel

Mk 5:1-20

Jesus and his disciples came to the other side of the sea,

to the territory of the Gerasenes.

When he got out of the boat,

at once a man from the tombs who had an unclean spirit met him.

The man had been dwelling among the tombs,

and no one could restrain him any longer, even with a chain.

In fact, he had frequently been bound with shackles and chains,

but the chains had been pulled apart by him and the shackles smashed,

and no one was strong enough to subdue him.

Night and day among the tombs and on the hillsides

he was always crying out and bruising himself with stones.

Catching sight of Jesus from a distance,

he ran up and prostrated himself before him,

crying out in a loud voice,

“What have you to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God?

I adjure you by God, do not torment me!”

(He had been saying to him, “Unclean spirit, come out of the man!”)

He asked him, “What is your name?”

He replied, “Legion is my name. There are many of us.”

And he pleaded earnestly with him

not to drive them away from that territory.

Now a large herd of swine was feeding there on the hillside.

And they pleaded with him,

“Send us into the swine. Let us enter them.”

And he let them, and the unclean spirits came out and entered the swine.

The herd of about two thousand rushed down a steep bank into the sea,

where they were drowned.

The swineherds ran away and reported the incident in the town

and throughout the countryside.

And people came out to see what had happened.

As they approached Jesus,

they caught sight of the man who had been possessed by Legion,

sitting there clothed and in his right mind.

And they were seized with fear.

Those who witnessed the incident explained to them what had happened

to the possessed man and to the swine.

Then they began to beg him to leave their district.

As he was getting into the boat,

the man who had been possessed pleaded to remain with him.

But Jesus would not permit him but told him instead,

“Go home to your family and announce to them

all that the Lord in his pity has done for you.”

Then the man went off and began to proclaim in the Decapolis

what Jesus had done for him; and all were amazed.

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Tonight as I was walked down the street, there was a young man, sitting laying on the street in front of a store. He was tired and had no socks, and I gave him socks, but my heart was broken, looking around at the number of people on the street. Never have I seen so much pain and misery.

Like "Legion" we are surrounded by unclean spirits--our eyes are blinded to the pain around us; fear, of coronavirus, fear of people on the street, and of people in general, and put a wall up.

I am often asked if I am happy, and the answer is the words of Mary Oliver:

"Soon now, I'll turn and start for home.

And who knows, maybe I'll be singing."

And as I struggle with my own "demon" of doubt, despair, and hopelessness, Tom Hensely sent a poem, that reminds us, all we can do is pick up one starfish at a time and throw it into the ocean:

"It helps, now and then, to step back and take a long view.

The Kingdom is not only beyond our efforts, it is even beyond our vision.

We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction of the magnificent

enterprise that is God's work. Nothing we do is complete, which is a way of saying that the Kingdom is God's work. Nothing we do is complete, which is a way of saying that the Kingdom always lies beyond us.

No statement says all that could be said.

No prayer fully expresses our faith.

No confession brings perfection.

No pastoral visit brings wholeness.

No program accomplishes the Church's mission.

No set of goals and objectives includes everything.

This is what we are about.

We plant the seeds that one day will grow.

We water seeds already planted, knowing that they hold future promises.

We lay foundations that will need further development.

We provide yeast that produces far beyond our capabilities.

We cannot do everything and there is a sense of liberation in realizing that.

This enables us to do something and to do it well.

It may be incomplete, but it is a beginning, a step along the way, an opportunity for the Lord's grace to enter and do the rest.

We may never see the end results, but that is the difference between the master builder and the worker.

We are workers, not master builders; ministers, not messiahs.

We are prophets of a future not our own.

Now "May the Lord bless you and keep you, may the Lord make his face to shine on you, may the Lord lift his countenance upon you and give you peace." Amen. Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!.

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Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min., D.S.T.

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164

www.temenos.org

415-305-2124

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dashfire2-blog · 5 years

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My London Semester Journal I: Tuesday, January 16, 1996

Tuesday, 1-16-96 8:06 PM London 2:06 PM E-Town

Didn’t get to writing in here yesterday… In the morning I had a very interesting International Business class. After class I went to the Birkbeck library & browsed & wandered… I realized through discussion w/ Nathan & Andrew (the somewhat clueless, somewhat cool Welsh guys Lori & I met Fri. at the club) this weekend that, outside of school, I read very little. The Oscar Wilde play “An Ideal Husband” inspired me to read one of his works, bu then I passed some Elizabeth Barrett Browning books of poetry & was drawn in… I ended up taking out 2 compilations of her letters & 1 of her books of poetry. I really enjoy reading the letters.

Then, in the afternoon, I caught up on some of my correspondence & then went grocery shopping at “Sainsbury’s.” Things have been kinda awkward between Lori & I since Sunday’s long day w/ Nathan & Andrew… We are relating better, but our friendship lost something. I personally don’t desire to spend as much time socially w/ her. But this may pass. I guess I really didn’t know her as I thought I did… I realize this now & take it as a lesson. I tend to attach myself to people — new friends quickly in situations such as this. I know this is common.

Last night for study break I went w/ Adam, Paul, & Erica to the “Churchill Arms” pub for a beer. I enjoy their company. Adam is a pretty funny guy & really likes attention. Paul is less outgoing, but is a real genuine guy, and is funny in his own way. Erica often seems older to me than 20. She is fun to hang out w/ & talk to.

Today I had my Modern British Society class which wasn’t extremely exciting… But I was able to finally log on to a computer and do e-mail! Telnet isn’t working, but knowing when I check tomorrow morning I could have mail is exciting! I wrote Mom & Dad, Meg, Gwen, Deborah, & Cheryl. But I misaddressed Deb’s, so I’ll have to write again tomorrow.

After class Jill & I went to daily mass at Newman House. It was nice & I really enjoyed Fr. Tim’s sermon on the readings. The 1st reading talked about how God looks at us differently than others do. “People look at our appearances. God looks at our hearts.”

He (Fr. Tim) encouraged us to do 2 things: 1) Recognize that God sees us for who we are & loves us unconditionally. 2) To try to see other people as God does, not to judge them till you know them…

There is a guy from U of I at Birkbeck named Dave Heron who I talked with today. He attends 4:30 PM mass at St. John’s often & we talked about churches here. I was pleasantly surprised to learn of his faith.

A guy named Matthew, that I sat next to on the plane from Chicago, asked me to go on a day trip to Oxford w/ him this weekend. I would like to go, but I am not sure if I would like to go this weekend or with him. He is a nice guy, but I just ate dinner w/ Adam & Paul who say he can talk your ear off & might take away from the experience.

Molly, the GR, just stopped by to see how everything was going. We got to talking & I asked how she & Will, the other GR here at Pembridge, met. She said in 7th grade, but they didn’t date till after their Sr. yr. in college. Reminds me a bit of the Ray & Margie story… Not that I won’t find “that special someone” in due time… But, stories like that give me even more hope! I suppose I am no hurry though… & on that note the words to a great Blues Traveler song called “Just Wait.” ☺︎

JUST WAIT by Blues Traveler

If ever you are feeling like you’re tired And all your uphill struggles leave you headed down hill If you realize your wildest dreams can hurt you And your appetite for pain has drinken it’s fill.

I ask of you a very simple question Did you think for one minute that you are alone And your suffering a privilege you share only Or did you think that everybody else feels completely at home

Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come

If you think I’ve given up on you you’re crazy And if you think I don’t love you well then you’re just wrong In time you just might take to feeling better Time is the beauty of the road being long

I know that now you feel no consolation But maybe if I told you and informed you out loud I say this without fear of hesitation I can honestly tell you that you make me proud.

Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come

If anything I might have just said has helped you If anything I might have just said helped you just carry on Your rise uphill may no longer seem a struggle And your appetite for pain might all but be gone.

I hope for you and cannot stop that hoping Until that smile has once again returned to your face There’s no such things as a failure who keeps trying Coasting to the bottom is the only disgrace

Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come

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Note from Present Day Kathy: It’s interesting what vivid memories our brains hold onto, for whatever reasons. I can still picture walking through the stacks of books in the library that day and zeroing in on Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s letters and poetry. I read now, as an adult, more than I have ever in my life, mostly via listening to books on Audible, while I get things done around the house (such as laundry). I recall back then feeling pressure to read things for school, which was always more of a struggle for me vs. getting to read for pleasure. It’s that difference between the things we have to do vs. what we choose to do that continues to challenge me, even at 43, and I know so many others.

I also appreciate my commentary on how our relationships, especially friendships, grow and evolve, even through difficult times. Spoiler alert: my roommate and I ended up working through the tension we felt then and continued to become closer throughout our time abroad together.

I mentioned the Churchill Arms pub again in this entry and after my last post I looked it up online, to see if it still exists. I was excited to find that out it does! I definitely want to get there if and when I return to London someday, our family is still aiming for late Summer 2020.

I find it funny to read my descriptions of my experiences with email, especially knowing in it was in its early days/years of use. I had to Google what “telnet” meant, as I didn’t recall. Apparently it’s “a network protocol that allows a user on one computer to log onto another computer that is part of the same network,” which certainly makes sense/sounds familiar.

I continue to get a kick out of how I was navigating looking for “that special someone,” which was definitely a theme for me throughout my college years. I didn’t go to U of I to get my Mrs. by any means, but I was hoping to find love and someone to spend my life/build a family with eventually.

I am pretty sure I transcribed the lyrics to Just Wait by Blues Traveler by listening to the song from a mix tape on my Walkman, as there were a lot of scratches out and re-writes, a few mistakes (I had “your eyes no longer seem a struggle” instead of “your rise uphill may no longer seem a struggle” and “I hope for you and cannot stop that heartbreak” instead of “I hope for you and cannot stop that hoping”), and even some blank spaces where I must not have been able to tell what they were singing. Things have really changed, when it comes to stuff like that. Now we can just Google song lyrics anytime we are curious!

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Reminder: Unless I’ve been given permission to use people’s actual names, in most cases I’ve removed or replaced the names of the real people who were part of my journey/experience there, in effort to protect and respect their identities/privacy in my London Semester Journal entries. I will also not share details that I think and feel are too personal for anyone I interacted with, my loved ones, and me.

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Here’s the back story of My London Semester Journals from 1996, including what prompted me to revisit and decide to share them here in 2018. And here’s a list a list of the entries, which I will update as I share them.

Source: http://bereavedandblessed.com/2018/10/my-london-semester-journal-i-tuesday-january-16-1996/

#read more #see more #check it out #interesting #learn more

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riverdamien · 7 years

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Cooking With the Fallen One's-Cade

Cooking With the Fallen One's--1 One does not value life until one has nothing. One minute I was the pastor with a nice house, nice car, friends, a career, and in the twinkling of an eye I was an outcast, no career, no place to live, and my good friends turning their backs. I raised an issue about my sexuality, just questioning, and there was no mercy. I had a lawyer raise questions--and low and behold I could not even get a reference, and as I was reading the paper I found an advertisement for escorts in Hollywood, and so began my long bus ride to Hollywood, and a journey that would lead me into the light of the redeeming power of Christ. Hollywood, the city of bright lights, tinsel, dancing characters on the side walks, also has a deep and destructive dark side, of drugs, prostitution, child trafficking, and all other sorts of criminal activity, and into that world I walked one dark night. In those years and the years since I have met many young men and women who have touched and changed my life. They struggle so magnificently just to survive, they suffer so intensely, and without the notice of people--because they are not seen. As I remember them I think of the words of Henri Nouwen: "As we grow older we have more and more people to remember, people who have died before us. It is very important to remember those who have loved us and those we have loved. Remembering them means letting their spirits inspire us in our daily lives. They can become part of our spiritual communities and gently help us as we make decisions on our journeys. Parents, spouses, children, and friends can become true spiritual companions after they have died. Sometimes they can become even more intimate to us after death than when they were with us in life." I remember as I walked down Hollywood Blvd, that first night, afraid, alone, hearing a voice: "Hey dude," and it was Cade, 21, dressed in clothes my middle class self had never seen, and that was the beginning of a friendship that would span the next decade and a half. Cade was from Minnesota, he had been told to leave when he came out to his parents at 16 as gay, and so all he had was his body, and he used it well. He was addicted to heron and not knowing it HIV positive. He took me under his wing, and we went to a Motel 6, where I stayed with him. That Motel 6 is not the same today as it was then, I go there now and am in luxury, compared to the dump it was. Cade taught me the ropes of prostitution, of street life, he took care of me for a time; and then I took care of him. He was in so much pain from the rejection of his family, he hated God, he hated anything from where he came, because of the hatred and rejection placed upon him. He would shoot him self with drugs into oblivion. What I learned from Cade was that you love people regardless of who they are, or what they have one, and as he always told me to "Fuck the System". He suffered so much, he fought so hard. All Cade wanted was to be loved. Fifteen years ago I received a phone call late one night, and it was a hospice in Minneapolis, Cade was 33, and dying from complications from AIDS. He wanted to see me. As I sat by his bed, we both laughed and cried, and he jokingly called me the "whore priest' and I gave him the Sacrament of Reconciliation. He died holding my hand, and I had his funeral. No family came, just his few friends. Cade is one of the saints in that great cloud of witnesses who journeys with me still. Viva! Cade! Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min. P.O. Box 642656 San Francisco, CA 94164 www.temenos.org 415-305-2124

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