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ot3 · 1 year

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What Is ORV?

The number one question I get asked on this blog, now answered better than ever. Today I am going to formally introduce you to Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

To start off this recommendation: ORV might very well be my favorite thing I've read. Ever. If I could only reread one thing for the rest of my life it'd be this webnovel.

My elevator pitch is this: something with the cosmic-scale goofy video game nonsense and intricate setting comparable to Homestuck in its prime, paired with the deft emotional poignancy and emotionally-driven fights of Mob Psycho 100, topped off with the sort of compassionate and heartwrenching metanarrative of Undertale.

ORV is a love letter to it's own readers. ORV revels in the joy of losing yourself in fiction, even when it's the kind of fiction that tends to be considered lowbrow or worthless. It's something that dances the delicate line between recognizing the difficult nature of using media as escapism without condemning it. I've rarely seen anything else that accomplishes everything it sets out to do in its narrative with such remarkable precision. Frankly if you're reading a tumblr media recommendation post in 2023, I can almost guarantee ORV has the kind of meat you're looking for in a narrative, whatever that may be.

The story follow the antics of protagonist Kim Dokja, a 28 year old office worker on an expiring contract, whose only real joy in life is reading his favorite massively long and massively boring webnovel. One day, the novel’s events - worldwide deathmatches aired for the entertainment of mysterious higher beings called ‘constellations’ - begin playing out in reality in a sort of reverse-isekai. Kim Dokja, the only longterm reader of this webnovel, finds himself uniquely poised to succeed based on the advantages given to him by his knowledge of future events, but the webnovel’s actual protagonist, Yoo Jonghyuk, is a violent monster who will stop at absolutely nothing to complete his goals, no matter the cost to anyone else. Kim Dokja finds himself in a delicate dance of guiding the events of the story to play out more favorably than the version he read while trying to avoid being massacred in the fallout, all while trying to see it through to the story’s end.

Below the cut I'll go into a more in-depth (but non-spoilery) explanation of what exactly makes ORV so unique and worthwhile, and what you're in for if you choose to read it.

Clocking in at 550 chapters, and over 1.3 million words in English, ORV may seem incredibly daunting to dip your toes into, but I assure you it's worth every moment. I would read 1.3 million more words if they had them for me. Here are some things about ORV I consider to be selling points, not necessarily in any particular order:

The tone. Its funny, for starters. It is extremely funny, which is very high up on my media priority list. In ORV, there will be incredibly grim things that make you laugh, and incredibly cringe and silly anime bullshit that will hurt you as heavily as any other media you’ve seen. I always love this kind of tonal whiplash when it's well executed, and ORV probably executes it better than anything else I've seen to date.

It’s got fun and fascinating worldbuilding mechanics. the core concept being ‘reality now operates on the rules of a shitty novel’ means that the worldbuilding doesn’t have to function logically, it functions thematically. It’s explicitly stated in ORV canon that some of the internal rules governing this new reality are objectively really stupid and illogical, but they just have to roll with it because that’s what was in the book, and i think it’s a really enjoyable way to do it. This may at first sound like a copout to excuse bad worldbuilding, but I promise it isn’t. The worldbuilding is actually incredibly deeply thought out, but it doesn’t exist for the sake of rational function, it exists for the sake of furthering orv’s thematic arcs. The rules by which this universe operate do a magnificent job of strengthening the core concepts the authors are exploring.

It plays with the trappings of isekai/litrpg in a really thoughtful way. These are genres I'm not super familiar with, so I can't comment on this point too heavily, but with my limited knowledge ORV feels a lot less of a deconstruction of it's genre and more of a celebration/interrogation of it. Despite that, it's still accessible to readers such as myself who are not super familiar with these genre conventions.

It deals with morality in a really wonderful and nuanced way. there are almost no characters in ORV’s extremely large cast who are just explicitly morally condemnable, and almost every conflict allows you to understand exactly why the antagonists believe they’re in the right by opposing the actions of our protagonists. The central conflicts are never pure right and pure wrong; they’re always about contrasting goals, conflicting worldviews, and different priorities between ends and means. this makes the conflicts all feel so much more dynamic and engaging than those where the only stakes are physical harm.

The characters interpersonal relationships are some of the most interesting I've ever seen. ORV is very slow burn and it takes a long time for a lot of these to come out of the woodwork, by design, but by god once they do they fucking hit. Similar to the plot conflicts, the interpersonal conflicts also almost never occur where there’s one side clearly in the wrong. The characters are almost all genuinely attempting to do their best by each other, and the tension comes from the ways in which human communication is fundamentally imperfect and part of our feelings and intentions get lost in translation. it’s very heartwrenching and heartwarming to see unfold, in equal measure.

Following from that, it’s a narrative that really meaningfully prioritizes non-romantic relationships over romantic ones as the central focus. Orv is about love, but not about romance. Obviously there’s shipbait and the ot3 is real and good and my friend but if you’re looking for deep complex platonic, (found or otherwise) familial, and antagonistic relationships that never get ruined with forced romantic arcs, we got em baby!

The pacing is unlike anything i’ve ever seen before. from a purely technical standpoint, it is genuinely a fascinating case study in how to execute a narrative that is almost constantly escalating without exception. there is very little downtime or breathing room in orv, which is insane for something that clocks in at over a million words, and somehow, it still works. i’ve never felt more like a frog in a pot of slowly boiling water than i did when i was reading orv and i can’t believe they pulled it off. it’s so interesting to read something like that.

It is a tragedy without resorting to cynicism and a very adult narrative that’s really steeped in childlike wonder. I’m a big fan of cartoons made for children. Cartoons made for children are some of my favorite things to watch, but of course children’s media will always be simplified and not very relatable to an adult audience. ORV is very much a serious and heavy adult narrative, and a deeply tragic one at that, but it never delves into torture porn. It’s a very compassionate piece of media overall, that holds a lot of reverence and sympathy for the ‘naive’ optimism of children that gets stripped down over time. if you, like me, feel more like a grown up child than an adult some days, I think it’ll hit for you.

It is extremely cathartic and meaningful. I am not exaggerating at all when I say that reading it gave me the closest thing I have ever felt to any sort of spiritual breakthrough. It helped unfuck my head a ton during some very grim times and i think the perspective it offers on the value of human life and our relationship to storytelling is a really really good one.

And if my word isn't enough, here's some reviews from satisfied customers. With that, I'll leave the rest to you, and hope you one day reach the end of the story.

#media recs #orv

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fandom-trash-goblin · 1 month

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Jiang cheng for the ask game

Also asked my @jcs-singular-slut-strand my beloved <3<3<3 and another anon, i'll just put it here. this needs a lot more jin ling but i'm tired sorry

Favourite thing about them: the fact that jiang cheng isn't a genius like wwx. he works hard and he fails and he's still so fucking amazing. he's sandu shengshou, he's sect leader jiang, he's zidian's wielder, he's fucking amazing. jiang cheng goes from this:

the most laughable one was the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, the people of which either had been killed or had scattered, leaving only Jiang Cheng, who was younger than even Lan XiChen and was still a child born yesterday, who had nobody in his hands but still dared call himself sect leader, holding up the banner of rebellion as he recruited new disciples.

to one of the most feared people in the world. everyone needs to clap for him.

propoganda : sect leader jiang convincing rogue cultivators to join, the dichotomy of our poor little dangereuse meow meow, he's trying so hard but he's going the wrong way, man believes his big brother so deeply even when he wants him dead, his fearsome reputation comes from killing his brother but gosh he will cry if you mention that,

Least favourite thing about them: not a least favourite thing tbh just--i so badly wanted the reverse core reveal man. i wanted jiang cheng to throw it in wei wuxian's face that he sacrificed himself first. i know it's not his character, and it's better that way, but i want him to- and then i wanna see the devastation on wwx's face. delicious

Favourite line: this post has that variation of my father picked me five times in my entire life and it made me happy for months that i cannot bring myself to write so you should just click on the link. also, devastation->

the absolute variations of Wei Wuxian!

Don’t you understand? When you’re standing on their side, you’re the bizarre genius, the miraculous hero, the force of the rebellion, the flower that blooms alone. But the second your voice differs from theirs, you’ve lost your mind, you’ve ignored morality, you’ve walked the crooked path. You think you can be immune to all those condemnations as you stay outside of the world and do whatever you want? No such precedent has happened before!

Why do you want his forehead ribbon? To hang yourself and commit suicide? I can lend you my belt, you’re welcome.

Go ahead. What other bad news do you have to report?

something something If you insist on protecting them(the Wen side branch), then I can't protect you

brOTP: Jiang Cheng & Jin Ling. that's his jiujiu, man. you can fucketh right off if you wanna say anything bad. i would love love an explored dynamic between Jiang Cheng & Lan Qiren. also a possible wen ning & jiang cheng or lan wangji & jiang cheng but we are not gonna see it happen in this cannon lmao.

OTP: chengxian. here's why one, two, three, four (gif), five, six, seven (gif), eight (thoughts on different wavelengths), the absolute circles of them saving each other, the fucking golden core reveal scene. golden scene reveal part 2, between this and jonsa, i'm never beating the incest allegations

edit: jiang cheng will always forgive wei wuxian

nOTP: i started out with jiang cheng/lan xichen... but i don't really see it anymore. but i don't hate it either, i will read fics for it if i like the writing.

Random headcanon:

lichtenberg scars. many of them, glowing whenever he uses zidian. here's where i got it from.

man is a savant at politics even if he's loud and angry.

yunmeng jiang absolutely adores their sect leader. i will love you forever if you send me recs all of them. pretend i haven't read a single one.

Lan Qiren has a favourite student that year and his name was not LWJ. Person had the same initials as Jesus Christ.

Unpopular Opinion: liking Jiang Cheng itself might be an unpopular opinion, tbh. but. let me punch wen ning just once. once. i'm sure he's done nothing wrong in his life ever. but please. once

Song I associate with them: zero idea. i'll get back to you on this.

Favourite picture of them:

babey! i think we're underestimating the potential of disney princess jiang cheng // that's his whole damn world he loves them so much // the shepherd's favourite lamb vibes.

#mdzs #jiang cheng #the untamed #jiang wanyin #asks #anon asks #yunmeng shuangjie #yunmeng siblings #yunmeng jiang #i love him. your honor. please

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goldsbitch · 2 months

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WAKE UP

The rush right before it finally ends. Lando plays a supporting character - but an important one.

PS: wrote this one two days before my break up. figures.

warning - cheating, very short, break up

Y/N tried to recall when the thought first poisoned her mind. Was it November? New Year? Was it two weeks ago? Time flies in a strange speed when you're unsure. When you're debating everything you thought you were sure of. Was it maybe even September? But they were so happy in September. Must have been after that. But who knew. Once you start lying to yourself, it's hard to untangle the story.

Break up. The cursed concept. Surely they were not the pair that would be the ones to end things just out of boredom. Y/N felt a sudden hit of clarify. Boredom was not the right word to describe her situation. It was dissatisfaction. She wanted more, she needed more, when she dared to look, every cell in her body told her that she craved something more, like one would crave water after days in the driest of deserts.

As she sat across her partner, at yet another empty and pointless dinner, she watched the one she thought would be the one. She made a bet with herself to see how many questions he would ask her during that night, knowing that there were texts from a certain racer guy she met only few weeks ago buzzing on her phone, texts filled with questions, so much that she had to mute his notifications. She quietly studied the man across from her when a terrified thought hit her mind and was not going to leave without a fight. This man had no idea who she was these days. "You don't even know me," she wanted to stand up and scream at him right then and there. Because she had tried many times before to get the connection back, him being oblivious to all of her attempts and brushing them off as her work stress.

If it hadn't been Lando, it would have probably been someone else. When he spotted her at a bar - where she sat alone, as her boyfriend ditched her to hang out with his friends, who were not her biggest fans anyway, so why bother - he was drawn to her immediately. She had always wondered why people sat alone at the bar and once she found out, she only wished to get back to the blissful ignorance. Lando met thousands of people, he could have picked anyone. But he saw her, got drunk on her energy rather than on the cocktails they drank and made it his mission to get into her head. Getting under her skirt was more of an accident.

Y/N condemned cheating. The worst thing one could do. And ultimately, the thing everyone should do at least once in their life to understand the gravity of the act - or at least this is what she came up with in the shower after, the shower that was supposed to wash off all of the traces of his tongue and fingertips. But only it hadn't. He entered her dreams and then her daydreams. It was a shot directly into her almost dead veins, passion and wonder flowing though, replacing the emptiness her so called partner left unattended.

"I don't have time to deal with this, sweetheart," was a sentence Y/N could have recited in the exact same tone and melody as her partner had. "You don't know me," she wanted to scream at him, to cut the silence that stopped being a comfort one for months now. Instead, she excused herself and took her phone to the bathroom. She imagined this is how drug addicts felt when they went for their hit. It was as if she became a different person once she entered the bathroom. She quickly got her phone out and giddy as a ever, read the three texts Lando left for her, gulping down at every word he shared with her.

Second wave of clarity hit her. It was panic and relief at the same moment. A leap of the unknown. The fear and the excitement it brought at the same time. Her relationship had to end. It probably had few weeks ago, but none of the involved people have noticed. She saw it now, clear as a day. Hiding from her soon to be ex, sitting in a bathroom, smiling like a little school girl to her phone and living somewhere completely else than where she was physically present. She was too young to be living in a compromise. Even if Lando was suppose to be just a stepping station into something real, she understood, that leaving was essential. Before more damage was done.

Wake up, it's time to break up.

#f1 fanfic #lando norris fanfic #f1 imagine #lando x reader #ln4

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vikkirosko · 2 years

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Could you write about Blitzø, Stolas, Moxxie, and/or Striker with someone who's very passionate about studying medicine and investigating new cures for diseases? If you don't want to that's fine, have a nice day!

Headcanons Medic

😈 Blitzø x Reader 🐴

Initially, you started working at I.M.P. at the Blitzø's insistence. He wanted to see you more often, so you started working with him, but he didn't expect you to spend your working time studying medicine. Blitzø knew that medicine was your passion, but sometimes he was jealous because of this, because you devoted more time to your research than to him

You spent a lot of time reading and researching, not paying attention to the dissatisfaction of your colleagues. The search for ways to cure various diseases interested you much more, but Blitzø did not condemn you. He often hugged you, asking what you were studying once again, ready to listen to your monologue about medicine

Sometimes your colleagues didn't understand why you were working with them, but every time they came wounded, you were the one who treated their wounds. Even if they just got sick, you gave them different medications that you did yourself, although you didn't say that they were experimental. You didn't give them anything dangerous and only Blitzø knew about these little experiments of yours

He knew that your research meant a lot to you and he didn't deny its significance, but sometimes he wanted you to pay more attention to him. Sometimes he distracted you, sometimes he just sat with you, watching what you were doing. You were grateful to him for this and often told him about it

😈 Moxxie x Reader 🎶

Moxxie has been passionate about music all his life. Music was an important part of his life, so when he met you, he perfectly understood your passion for medicine. You were very passionate about studying medicine and spent a lot of time on it, even despite your relationship. However, Moxxie treated this with understanding, because he knew how much medicine meant to you

He was ready to listen to your conversations about medicine, knowing how much he sometimes wanted to tell his loved ones about his hobby. You were also ready to put aside your business and listen to his new song. You loved his music and sometimes helped him come up with rhymes, while he helped you sometimes with your research, assisting you

Some might think you were weird, but Moxxie didn't think you were. He respected your passion, but the only thing that bothered him was that you often forgot to take care of yourself. That's why he was distracting you from your work so you could eat and sleep. You were often against it, but Moxxie was good at persuading

You understood that sometimes your passion for medicine could cause discomfort, but Moxxie supported your desire to study medicine. He wanted your efforts not to go in vain, so he helped you and supported you, even when others did not do it, that's what you were grateful to him for

🦉 Stolas x Reader 🎩

You and Stolas have known each other for several years, since you started working as his family's personal doctor. Most of the time you were treating little Octavia, but sometimes Stolas came to you just to chat. You were always ready to listen to him even when you were busy with work. You really loved your job very much and used your free time to learn something new or conducting experiments to cure various diseases

Stolas was delighted with how much you were passionate about your work. He loved watching you work. Your face seemed very beautiful to him when you were focused on work. It was difficult for him to show signs of attention to you because he was married. However, after the divorce, he began to show you his sympathy much more often, even to the point that you started dating

Even though you were dating, you were often busy with your work. When he came to you, you could enthusiastically tell him about your research, calling him cute nicknames and even showing him the results of your research. He respected your interests and was ready to help you in any way he could

Stolas understood that so far you were not ready to tell others about your relationship. He was dealing with the consequences of the divorce and you were doing your research, but the feelings between you were sincere. Stolas hoped that when the time comes, you will be able to tell at least Octavia about your relationship

🐍 Striker x Reader 👢

Striker has been working as a mercenary for many years and that's what connected you. You were the medic he could come to every time he needed to heal his wounds. He was the only one who came to you because your main activity was research. You studied medicine. In Hell, you had a lot of time to study various aspects of medicine and find new ways to treat various diseases

Sometimes Striker stayed overnight in your apartment. He often saw you working late into the night and sometimes did not go to bed at all, immersed in his research, and it was at such moments that Striker did not stay away, distracting you and persuading you to sleep. He took care of you, albeit in a slightly unusual way. He could pick you up and carry you to bed when he was sure that you were tired and that you needed to sleep, even if you wanted to continue working

Striker has always listened to your endless monologues about medicine. Few people were ready to listen to you for so long, but Striker was quite happy with everything. He didn't listen to the huge number of medical terms that you used, just listening to you and giving you the opportunity to talk because he knew that you often had no one to talk to

From the outside, few people could believe that there was a relationship between you and Striker, but it was so. You were often busy, but it didn't bother you. You were satisfied with the relationship that you had and neither you nor Striker planned to change anything

#Helluva Boss #Helluva Boss x Reader #Helluva Boss headcanons #Blitzø #Blitzø x Reader #Moxxie #Moxxie x Reader #Stolas #Stolas x Reader #Striker #Striker x Reader

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theblasianwitch · 1 year

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Pick a Picture Reading

I felt compelled to do this based on my Etsy readings. The most common request in readings pertain to love and relationships, so I thought I would do a reading for what everyone's strengths and weaknesses are when it comes to relationships. I don't hold things back and say exactly what the cards show me, so if you don't like it, you may have to ask yourself why. And if multiple call out to you it could mean all aspects or parts of each that relate to you. Take what resonates with you. If you would like a more in depth reading my Etsy listing is available.

Decks Used: White Numen Tarot, Tarot of the Divine, Prism Oracle

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Strength: You don’t stress over things easily and have a lax approach to life. You let whatever life has to offer you come to you and react accordingly. When it comes to relationships you realize everyone is on their own journey and don’t try to change them and hope the same for the way they see you. Your emotions almost take a backseat as your intellect and logic take the wheel. This is helpful in making the right decision and being the rock that everyone leans on for advice and for shedding their burdens. You always seem to know what to say and don’t hold on to things that could hold you back.

Weakness: When you feel something you don’t understand it overwhelms you. Now instead of being logical, it feels like you’re in the dark and have no clue what to say or do. What you don’t understand you see as a challenge that must be understood and overcome, but in this case you simply need to let the emotions sit with you and listen to what they're telling you. Yes, you are out of your element when you feel something new or don’t understand, but it’s times like this when you need to tap into your emotions and let logic sit back for a while. From this you will have profound growth and you will see relationships flourish in a new way around you. You may find in this growth that some people will be cut away as your emotions notice something that your logic doesn’t. It’s a painful process of loss and gain, but in the end we reach where we are meant to be and discover who we truly are.

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Strength: You appreciate and even embrace those who are different in any way. It motivates you to know different perspectives and how people tackle things. You don’t judge or condemn anyone for their way of life or who they are. Because of this you will find that you are rewarded in many ways, both spiritually and physically.Both from the universe and the people in your life.

Weakness:You are very adamant and stubborn when you want things your own way to the point of sometimes not even playing fair. When it comes to what you want and what you feel you deserve, anytime someone or something goes against it you lose your ability to see those different perspectives that give you so much joy. Your sight narrows on a goal and only sees one way to get to it, revoking all that you learn in the process.

Extra advice cards: There is some kind of deep pain within you that needs healing. This pain causes your morals and values to flip on its head depending on the situation. When it comes to your weakness of wanting things your way, what do you think sparked that? Why is it so important for you to get your own way? When did this start and how can you heal from it?

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Strength: You already understand what it's like to feel grief and lose everything, and you know how damaging it can be to not be your true self and be forced to wear a mask. This experience has caused some deep wounds, but also a deep understanding of who you are and what you want in life. You have released the effects of those wounds and how they hold you back and instead use them to your advantage. You are now able to not only speak your mind to keep unwanted presences away, but also know how to tame a wild beast if need be. Should someone mean ill of you or try to change you you are now quick on the uptake and aim somewhere else, whether its calling them out and you grow with them or you speak your peace and walk away. When faced with many choices, it will be difficult to find who is true and for you without some experience, but eventually you will find the right one and more.

Weakness: You have two extremes when it comes to relationships. You are either stoic with no emotion and quick to call things out, or you give and share everything as you hope for the other to do the same. You have no in between.

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Strength: You exude confidence. You have a take me or leave me attitude that demands respect and adoration. With it you take your first feelings and second guess them constantly, and proceed with caution with anyone you approach. You keep a guard up to protect your true feelings and with it people have to try harder to truly connect with you. This is a strength because doing this you at least won’t get hurt until the ones who mean well and are true to you unlock you. Those who don’t serve you or mean well or seem to care will just fall away, while those who do will match your confidence with passionate stubbornness to try and be close to you.

Weakness: You lack adventure or any willingness to try anything new, therefore relearning the same lessons and having the same experiences over and over. You need to try something different, however you lack enthusiasm for it leading you to stubbornly stay right where you are. The only growth happening is the bitterness in your heart from attracting and allowing the same kind of people and experiences to continue in your life.

Extra advice cards: There are things that need to change, while you may think it’s outside yourself like others or your environment, it is actually something within you that needs changing. What beliefs and ideals do you hold on to that just seem to manifest around you? What energies are you putting out into the universe that keep coming back to you? What thoughts live inside your head that may be holding you back? How can you counter those thoughts?

✨️💛 The Blasian Witch 💛✨️

#pac tarot #pac reading #pick a card readings #pick a picture #pick an image #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot reading #tarot #love tarot spread #love reading #etsy seller #etsy store

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ceofjohnlennon · 3 months

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Hi, I'm kind of "new" to beatles lore and even though I've always listened to the music, I've never read much about the members. I couldn't help but notice that people always talk about John in a negative tone and I don't really know what exactly they're referring to when they say he's a "bad person" or something like that. I saw that you wrote this on your carrd "i condemn john lennon's mistakes", and I was wondering why exactly people think this about him? And what is your opinion on this? I loved your blog, thank you!

Hello, anony! First, welcome to the fandom. Liking the Beatles is an adventure, for sure, so focus on the good things to make this adventure as positive as possible. :) Thank you for trusting me to ask this because, I believe, it is something very delicate and any wrong comma can create a commotion lol. So let's go!

I, as a person, do not believe in "good" X "bad" people. And, as a history student, I see the contexts for judging something deeply. John himself is complex, very complex. He had a turbulent childhood and became a rebellious teenager, typical of a movie, but he grew up and achieved a fame that many dream of and few achieve. People tend to call him bad because his mistakes and flaws are as transparent as everything related to his name. John was explosive, he swore at people who shouldn't have been insulted, he was physically aggressive towards women and men, he was a meannie, he made jokes about things he shouldn't have, he had an acidic sense of humor that bordered on prejudice and, in short, things that I can explain in detail later, if you want. But the older he got, the more mature he became. He helped thousands of people with his privileges (whether with money or with the issues he started to fight for, with and without Yoko who also helped him a lot), he even gave allowances to needy people, donated to institutions for disabled children, he fed homeless people, asked for forgiveness for his mistakes and he himself said: I'm a violent man trying not to be violent and I want peace. See how complex it is? I'm not going to defend him, the mistakes WERE mistakes even with their conditions and people have the right to hate him, just as I pay a lot of attention to his successes and qualities because I believe he always wanted to be the best he could - that's why I'm his fan and I have the right to love him.

What I recommend to you is to research everything you can and have your own opinion: If you think he has crossed your limits and you don't like him, that's okay. If you see it and like him like I do, that's okay too. Just be honest with yourself, that's what John wanted from everyone, regardless of how they felt about him.

Thank you for liking my account! I love being here! Much love to you. ♡

#ask #♡

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dross-the-fish · 8 months

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Hello!

Could I get a drabble of Anon comforting Adam after he looses his temper with the rest of the group, and is worrying about backlash?

If it's not too much trouble, of course :)

Adam sat on his bed, hands folded tightly, and waited. He was waiting for the inevitable fallout. Dr Watson was downstair talking to the police and Adam had no doubt that when he was finished, he would come up and call him a devil and demand that he leave the Talbot manor.

Perhaps he would even insist that Adam return to the arctic, for he was clearly not fit to live among men. He’d gone out onto the grounds and the Talbot’s new gardener had seen him and begun ranting at him with threats and abuses

Adam had not meant to injure the man. A brief lapse in control, a momentary disregard for his own strength and the next thing he knew the arrogant gardener was on the ground, screaming and clutching his crushed arm.

He had barely even registered grabbing the man and he was sure he had only meant to tell him to go away. But he’d felt the bone give under his fingers and worse there had been a sense of satisfaction at the cracking and the pained cries.

Guilt flooded over him, how was anyone ever to believe he wasn’t a monster if he couldn’t contain those monstrous aspects of his nature?

I promised to be benevolent…

“Adam?”

His head snapped up. It was Anon, wearing a grave expression on their face. His heart dropped, here it was. Time for judgment and the inevitable casting out into the wilderness. He buried his face in his hands, unable to look at his friend, if he was even still able to call them that.

A hand fell upon his shoulder, “Are you alright?” Anon asked softly.

Adam, still unable to look at them, shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t want to hurt him,” he said thickly, knowing it wasn’t entirely true and that in the moment he had wanted very much to hurt the gardener. Under the gardener’s cruel words, he’d felt as though he were no longer Adam Frankenstein, he was merely the creature again, an unloved, nameless wretch to be scorned and hated.

Anon rubbed his back, “I know you didn’t. Lawrence and Dr. Watson are sorting it out. They sent me up to hear your side of the story.”

Wet yellow eyes fixed to Anon’s face in confusion, “Does it matter?” he asked, unable to comprehend why anyone would want to know his reason after the deed was done.

“Well, yes, we know you didn’t just attack him out of nowhere. What happened?”

Adam recounted the events in as much detail as he could. How he had gone out to read a book in the garden, how the newly hired gardener had found him and begun to scream and curse and how he’d lost control of his temper. He didn’t spare himself or attempt to make excuses and when he was done, he waited for Anon to condemn him and order him to pack his things. When they didn’t he asked, “Aren’t you here to tell me I can’t stay here any longer? Do you not despise me for my actions?”

Instead of getting angry, Anon reached out and wrapped their arms around him, “Of course not, no one does. Watson is a bit angry and will probably lecture you about controlling yourself, but no one is getting rid of you. This is your home,” they assured him.

Adam crumbled in their embrace, his body wracked with sobs as a great weight fell from his shoulders. Anon did their best to hold him, a difficult task, given his great size, and once his weeping had died down, they took him by the hand, intending to lead him back downstairs. They promised Adam that they’d stay with him while he talked to Watson just to make sure he was alright and afterward they offered to go to the garden with him and make sure he could read in peace.

Overcome with gratitude Adam picked up Anon and hugged them, gently, "Thank you, my friend, I am fortunate to have you."

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Fall of 2007

Echoes of whispers, blurred faces, sly smiles, and judging eyes looked down on her. Her petite figure sat in a small space on the steel bench along the long, dark hallway, waiting for two enormous doors to open and swallow her whole.

She closed her eyes, recalling the last moment, the last time she traced her fingers along the lines of his palm. She never begged; she never asked him to stay. She felt the tip of his fingers when she let go of his hand. No one ever guessed that would be the last time she felt his warmth.

Red lights,

Heavy pouring rain,

Angry fires devouring her love,

Screams in agony,

A body hitting the windshield of her car.

That was the end of the long, unforgettable summer night.

A nightmare happened a year ago.

Her eyes snapped open when she felt the presence of a man sitting beside her. He loosened the button of his well-pressed grey suit so he could sit comfortably. His blond hair was neatly swept back, with a thick mustache covering his upper lip. He didn’t start a conversation; he didn’t even look at her.

Silence covered the gloomy hallway; it was almost suffocating.

She wished the clock would stop ticking so she could run away as fast as she could. Her tired eyes focused on the wrist of the man beside her, watching as the third hand of the watch ticked, nearly approaching twelve. Would it stop if she glared at it? No, what foolish wishful thinking.

She scoffed at herself. Does this sound like desperation? Anyway, she's meeting her own end now. This day will dictate her future, and she already knows the answer.

It’s a losing battle; why does she need to fight more? Why does she still need to go through these painful trials over and over again? She doesn’t know anymore.

"Is something the matter?" the man finally spoke. A pair of big blue eyes stared back at her, kind and genuinely concerned.

She looked down at her shoe; it was black, flat, and the string was loose. Not the kind of shoe she would walk in every day. "Your watch, it's a Patek Philippe."

The man sighed and stretched his arm, his sleeves folding, revealing the watch wrapped around his wrist. He glanced at the watch in question.

"Do you reward yourself every time you win a case? Or do your clients give it to you as tokens?" she continued—no idea why she didn't answer his question.

His eyes widened in surprise, but he still proceeded to answer her question. "My work wasn't easy. If I win, I reward myself. If I lose, I give something away. And sometimes, some people give me things I never asked for."

"Fair enough. But I doubt you lose more than you win. I heard you keep beating those prosecutors' asses."

"I win, huh?" The man shifted his position so he could face her. He clasped his hands together, fidgeting with his thumbs as if one was wrestling the other in a match. "I would call it winning if my son doesn't condemn me more for taking over this case."

Annie scoffed again, placing her hand on her forehead to push a curtain of locks away from her face. Even people outside of the court could see the truth. She's tired of these people wearing neckties making her believe their lies.

The man smiled faintly, looking down at his fingers. "This morning, I had a talk with my son. He's almost the same age as you— you're probably a year or two older than him, and that spoiled brat is becoming a little troublesome too." He snorted before he continued, "He asked me why I must defend bad people. I told him everybody deserves a fair trial, and the defendant should be presumed innocent unless— she or he is proven guilty."

But I was. Am I?

Annie looked up at the man for the first time. Since this new attorney took over her case, she stopped looking at everyone's faces, she stopped looking at their clothes and their features. She lost her interest in everything. She then lost her faith.

The man cleared his throat. "You know I'm risking everything for this battle, and so is your father. He's spending every single dime of his fortune to save his only girl. Just in case you haven't heard, your father's company is on the brink of filing for bankruptcy so he could provide you a normal life after this case."

Annie observed his profile. She noticed his eyes; just by looking at him, she could tell he was a kind man. Deep blue eyes displayed genuine concern towards people like her. She had never seen that kind of eyes that can speak words in silence. Not everyone has that, even her father. Why does this kind man defend bad people like her?

"When your father came to my office and handed me an envelope, I was in awe. I had never seen a handwritten check for such a substantial amount. That sum was more than enough to cover my divorce settlement and provide my son and his older brother with a better life. I couldn't believe it." His mouth tugged upward slightly, though this time, it was a fake smile.

"Why are you saying these things to me?" she finally confronted.

"I'm just saying that being a father is more than it sounds like. Our wives might call us assholes on a daily basis, but when it comes to our children, we'll make sure to give everything, risk everything, and if we are privileged, we can buy one's dignity just to provide what's best for our children, even if they messed up. We'll fix the problem for them, like when you were young and had a broken toy. Sure, even if we're dead tired from work, we'll drive to the hardware store to buy glue and pull an all-nighter to fix it, so when you wake up, your toy is as good as new again."

He paused, searching for words on the tip of his tongue. They both spent a brief moment in silence before he continued again. "Your dad's doing this for you. This is how much he loves you."

"I don't deserve it."

The man shook his head disapprovingly, but he knew there was no way he could change her perspective. "You may think of it that way. Yes, you were wrong. Yes, you made a mistake. Indeed, it cost one man's life. But you—" He pointed at her chest where her heart is. "You lost someone you loved that night, too, and you can't bring him back anymore. But your dad thinks he still has a little time to save you. So he could keep you. That's how much he loves you."

He looked up at the ceiling, pausing in that position as if dreaming of a different reality. Then he spoke, "As for me, this will be my last case before I retire. Whether I win or lose, it doesn't matter. I have nothing to lose anymore. Although, I'm giving up the chance for my son to forgive me."

Annie heard footsteps clicking on the marbled floor of the hall, and the legal approached them, grabbing their attention. " The gods of guilt have spoken."

"Right, let's go. The jury is back." He tapped her back as he stood up and buttoned his coat. Annie stood up after a few heartbeats, her legs trembling as if they were walking her to the guillotine.

The man opened the door for her, and the bright lights and scrutinizing eyes welcomed her into the room. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to throw up and pretend to pass out, so she wouldn't have to witness the end of it.

She sat down at the defense panel, beside the man she had been talking to on the bench. Silence fell in the room, and she felt like the room was becoming smaller and smaller, with the walls closing in and faces becoming more recognizable. She couldn't tolerate it anymore.

"The defendant may stand."

She complied, along with the man beside her, pouring all her energy into her wobbling legs. Though her mouth was dry, she tried her best to swallow the lump in her throat.

"You may read the verdict."

Her eyes drifted to her left, watching as the foreperson stood among the jurors. Not a single soul moved, and the foreperson cleared his throat before beginning.

"In the matter of the State of New York vs..."

Annie wanted to scream.

"...on the charge of Second-Degree Felony Vehicular Homicide causing the death of..."

Her hands balled up the orange fabric on her legs, and she watched as her knuckles turned white.

"...we find the defendant..."

How could she live her life after this?!

...

Don't

...

Say

"...not guilty."

Annie's sight blurred as warm tears streamed down her cheeks.

Unfair.

It's unfair.

It's really unfair!

She should have been punished!

Silhouettes began to swarm around her. Some were tugging at her, pulling her into a hug, and others were tapping her shoulders. Then she recognized Pieck pushing other people aside to get closer to her. Annie could see a similar puffiness in the brunette's eyes. Pieck raised her hands and used her slender fingers to wipe Annie's tears from her cheeks. She muttered something, but Annie couldn't discern it since her eyes were fixed on the papers being shoved into a black leather bag—her case files.

That's right! My case files!

“My case files!” she slurred.

She felt the weight on top of her, golden blond strands tickling her cheeks. She could smell his shampoo. Shit.

He grunted, "Annie, you're sleep talking." He shifted his head to the opposite side, away from her face. "What case files? I want to sleep more." he talked, half asleep.

"Armin?"

"Hmm?"

"Your hard-on. It's poking my legs." She pretended to suppress a laugh, masking the worry creeping inside her. "Don't tell me you're asking for another round?"

He buried his face deeper in her sheets, ears turning a bright shade of red. "Annie! Stop teasing me! It's natural for guys to have a standing ovation in the morning." He muffled.

Contented with her teasing, she brushed his hair with her fingers, kissing the sensitive skin of his shoulder. She noticed bite marks on his skin. Seems like they really went rough this morning. Who knows? She's too tipsy to remember.

"You should worry if it doesn't poke you anymore." He struck back.

"If it doesn't poke me anymore, I would assume it's poking someone else already." She sang in playful tease.

His head rose from hiding from the sheets, and his face was embarrassingly flustered. "I'm not that kind of guy!"

"I know, I know." She rained him with pecks of kisses across his cheeks to his mouth when suddenly his phone rings.

He retrieved his phone from the pool of white sheets. As his hand emerged from beneath her thick comforter, Connie’s name illuminated on the screen. He tapped to answer on speaker.

Jean’s voice greeted him, “Armin, I swear if you're still in bed—”

“We're on our way to pick you up,” Connie interrupted.

“Okay, I’ll be ready in a minute. Connie, can you—”

“Let me guess, two Advils,” Connie finished his sentence like an automatic answering machine.

Annie continued to peck him with kisses. Armin tried to stop her by covering her mouth with his palm. She took his wrist to pull his hands away from her mouth and laughed softly. Armin bit his lower lip as he tried to hold back his chuckle, revealing his pristine white teeth, and mouthed “Stop.”

"Hey, do you think we can't hear you two?" Jean confronted them over the phone.

Armin gestured, putting his index finger in front of his mouth, and whispered, "Shhh," before talking on the phone. "Also, can you get me a Gatorade?"

Jean clicked his tongue and talked to Connie, making sure Armin and Annie could hear him. "Connie, could you schedule Armin to go to church this Sunday? Your boss needs Jesus sometimes."

Armin put his phone in front of his mouth and playfully said, "Bye Jean, Bye Connie."

"What– we're picking you up right now-"

Armin hung up the phone and playfully glared at Annie before he forced himself to stand up and run towards the bathroom. "I need to hurry, or Jean will kill me."

Annie watched his back disappear into her bathroom. She listened as he turned on the shower. Her hands involuntarily picked up her laptop from the side table to check her emails. She had received three from Eren, and Annie swore she needed to extensively rewrite his entire articles. He wasn't bad; Eren was quite a good writer, but instead of focusing on the facts, he forced his personal opinions into his topics. Annie sighed and dragged Eren’s articles to a separate folder to edit later.

Then she logged into Teams.

Annie Leonhart: Good morning, Hitch.

Hitch Dreyse: …

Hitch Dreyse: Hi boss, what do you want?

Annie Leonhart: Can you drive to the bakery shop on Broadway?

Hitch Dreyse: Why? No time to make breakfast at home this time?

Annie Leonhart: ...

Hitch Dreyse: Let me guess, you’re probably naked on your bed after an intense night with your little prosecutor?

Annie Leonhart: Shut up, I’ll send you my orders, and you can grab something for yourself and the rest too. I think only you, me, Pieck, and Eren will be at the office today. Everyone’s deployed to cover the press conference.

Hitch Dreyse: Noted.

Annie could imagine Hitch’s grunts and complaints over a single word. She then proceeded to type down all her orders. The usual sugary, diabetic set of caramel flans, chia pudding, and raspberry pistachio cups. Annie also ordered banana pudding and Belgian chocolate-covered strawberries for Adeline just in case she became difficult in the office later. Annie could at least bribe her with some sweets.

Annie could hear Armin emerging from her bathroom. As soon as he opened the door, Annie slowly closed her laptop and looked up at him. But as soon as her eyes fell on him, her jaw dropped.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing her reaction.

“Armin, are you seriously wearing that?” Annie shook her head, looking at him from head to toe. He’s back with his yellow cardigan and black skinny slacks. His hair is down flat, still damp from the morning shower. “I can’t believe you're best friends with Jaeger, and he hasn’t influenced you with some sense of style.”

“What?” he chuckled, “I'm just giving a speech, not trying to look like Ashton Kutcher on a Netflix series.” He started to button his sleeves when Annie scooted to the foot of the bed so she could reach him, leaving the comforter crumpled in one corner. Her toned body was now exposed in the morning light, and Armin's eyes drifted to her white bra and panties, then to her face. He blushed at how pretty she looked in the morning.

“Armin,” she called, “Take my hairdryer and hairspray from my vanity. Let me help you with your hair.”

He gave her a confused look but still complied. Once he came back, Annie tapped the sheets beside her, signaling him to sit beside her, and he followed suit. She kneeled on the bed so she could see the crown of his head. Armin curved his back, lowering his head and using his elbow to support his weight on his knee, making it easier for Annie to reach the top of his head.

His eyes wandered back and forth over her abs, her belly button piercing, and her white underwear as she worked on drying his hair. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip to resist the temptation.

When his hair was completely dry, Annie turned off the hairdryer and took the hairspray with her left hand, while the other worked on brushing up the golden blonde locks.

Armin moved his head toward her, “I don't want my hair too neatly swept up. I'd look like my dad.”

“I'd be scared if you didn't look like your dad,” she said, continuing to work on his hair, spraying, brushing, and blowing on it, and spraying again.

“Hey, calm down there. These things release chlorine atoms!” He struggled to break free from her and took the spray bottle from her to check its contents, his eyebrows narrowing. “I don't want to risk damaging the ozone layer just to look good on TV for one day.”

Annie chuckled, “The whole of America will be watching you today, you nerd. Next time, I'll buy CFC-free hairspray for you so you don't need to worry about Mother Earth. Anyway, I'm done.”

He looked back at her and put his index finger just below his nostrils, mimicking a mustache. Then he pouted and ballooned his cheeks. “Do I look like my dad now?”

She chuckled, took his hand, and led him towards her vanity. She tiptoed to rest her chin on his shoulder as they both looked in the mirror at his appearance.

His bangs were brushed up to the right, exposing his left thick eyebrow and forehead, accentuating the beautiful features of his face and making him look more mature.

“You look too good to wear just a cardigan,” she commented, tapping his arm. He turned to her as her hands traveled to the collar of his polo, trapping the yellow fabric between her fingers and slowly sliding it down his arms. Armin tugged the sleeves to free his hands from the cardigan, and he did the same with the other hand. Their eyes locked as Annie reached out to snatch the cardigan from his hand and disregard it on the floor. “Come on, suit up,” she whispered.

She held his hand and led him to her walk-in closet, where a garment bag was hanging in one of the cabinets. The garment bag Jean had brought for him yesterday. She unzipped the bag, revealing well-tailored Hall Madden suits. There were three suits inside the bag, but Annie chose the one made of Herringbone in grey with a raven-black gabardine collar.

She carefully took it out of the bag and helped him put it on. She admired her masterpiece, looking up at him. She couldn't believe the man standing in front of her looked like a prince. “Now I believe the suit is the lawyer’s best armor.”

He turned to the mirror, his mouth agape. He couldn't believe how good he looked after the makeover.

"I wouldn't be surprised if some Hollywood journalists throw their panties on the podium," she commented.

He chuckled, "Impossible. I only have my eyes on one journalist I know."

She smiled, "You're an expert in flirting now?"

"I learned from you." He held her waist, pulling her body close to him. His eyes studied her neck, his fingers tracing her collarbone. It would be nice if she wore jewelry around her neck, he thought.

Then he took her hand and kissed the tip of her fingers before he caught her ring finger. Staring at it as if remembering every detail of it. Then he proceeds to lower his head and Annie meets him halfway, but before their lips meet, Annie licks his lips playfully. Armin was surprised but opened his mouth to welcome Annie's tongue to explore. He tugged at the strap of her bra and pulled it down to her shoulder. She just started deepening their kiss when a loud honking echoed in their ears. Pulling them back to their reality.

"That should be Jean!" he exclaimed, pulling away from their kiss, leaving her swollen lips exposed to the air. He retrieved the shirt he had worn the night before and threw it at her. She quickly put it on.

Then he stumbled to his suitcase, opened it, took out a brown LV watch case, and swiftly unbuckled the lock, revealing three high-end wristwatches. Annie's eyes locked onto the one in the middle, a rose gold Nautilus, a watch reminiscent of her dreams—she remembered the Patek Philippe her lawyer wore in court.

He noticed her frozen, standing like a statue, and walked back to her while putting on the chronograph Breguet Tradition on his wrist. Her eyes were still fixed on the watch case.

"Annie, is something wrong?" he observed.

"Armin, I have something to ask you." She clenched her fists. "Yesterday, you mentioned the death of your friend—"

Armin's eyes focused on her, and Annie noticed his pupils dilating slightly. She couldn't tell if it was due to the poor lighting in her walk-in closet or if he was growing tense.

She dropped her gaze and stared at her toes. "How did you know that the killer was driving a McLaren?"

Armin clenched his jaw. "What's with this question?"

"Just answer me, God damn it." Annie's eyes began to burn, but she didn't let him see it.

Armin sighed, narrowing his eyebrows. "My dad took over the case, as much as I hate to admit it. He counseled the defense."

"What did you know about the killer? Have you seen the case files?"

Armin shook his head. "No, knowing my dad, he will keep all his case files until his grave." He paused and gathered his courage. "All I know is that the defendant was a blonde, rich girl named Tiffany."

In just a few seconds, Annie's hands grew cold as she was transported back in time. Memories rushed back to her like scenes from a film reel.

She found herself back in the dark, gloomy hallway of the courthouse.

Standing before her was a man with neatly combed golden-blond hair and a mustache, his kind ocean-blue eyes fixed on her.

The man, Attorney George Arlert, turned to her and said, "You can do me a favor—"

Live a new life as a new person,

Love the person you will soon meet on the streets,

Laugh when people ask you about your history because— you don't have a reason to answer.

Desert your past life

...Because you are not Tiffany; you are—

Annie Leonhart

#aruani fanfic #aruani fic #aruani fanfiction #aruannie #aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhart #annie leonhardt #armin arlelt #annieleonhardt #arminarlert #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #hidinginplainsight

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harrysonlylover · 7 months

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I used to be annoyed when I would see people I followed posting about news related topics, because it wasn’t what I followed them for.

Now as an adult, I can appreciate the courage it takes to post content that not everyone agrees with, especially if one feels so strongly to post it in the first place.

I feel bad that I don’t watch the news more, but it’s only because I do live in America and every news outlet is associated with a political party, like FOX is ran by Republicans. I know I should know more about what’s going on in the world, and it’s truly on me for not using my resources to find out more.

When I asked around, people blamed Palestine and Hamas, but I saw your account supporting Palestine and I needed to know what was going on and decide for myself where to stand. While I don’t know the WHOLE story on Palestine and Israel, what’s happening in Gaza is horrific and disgusting and I don’t see how anyone can stand for a nation who would do this to people.

I believe your account is the one that I saw that said you live near one or both of these countries (my apologies if you’re not). I hope you’re alright and you stay safe as well. I am a huge fan of your account and I wish you the best.

Hello love, hope you are well. I appreciate you taking the time to send this and sharing your thoughts with me.

I don’t usually share political things to be honest , AND if anything ever happens in the west (specifically USA) I won’t share as well. Because when the west wants sympathy and compassion they will have it. They have hundreds of media outlets and control the entire world so gaining help isn’t an issue for them and when you grow up condemned by such countries, you won’t really care for them. Why would I care for your issues if you don’t care for mine? On another note, I really do wonder about all these “activists” opinion that begged people to vote for Biden who’s now sitting back comfortably watching a genocide happen.

At first I was a bit paranoid but then I was like genuinely fuck everyone who doesn’t agree?! You’re right , I do live in the Middle East and am near to Palestine. Like those are my people, my ethnicity, my culture. Why would I give two fucks about western people who believe propaganda?? I’m really glad that you saw my posts, this is why sharing and speaking up makes a difference. While you may believe that the entire problem relies in you, I kind of beg to differ. When you grow up and are taught from a young age that anything beyond the western countries doesn’t matter / are considered poor and barbaric / terr@rists , this exact upbringing affects your way of thinking. Maybe you don’t necessarily think badly about us, but you’re not interested in educating yourself and speaking up, and I honestly find that to be an issue in the West’s culture because they think that the world revolves around them (again especially USA).

Concerning Hamas; I’ll tell you a little story. When you were in school as a youngster, someone would pick on you, maybe even hit you and harm you really badly. Your friend may find that to be unfair and they would want to defend you, so when that bully comes they attack them. Meanwhile the friends of this bully had already called the principal and pointed at your friend’s violence, eventually your friend gets expelled. The friend here is Hamas.

Maybe someone else is going to read this ask and send me hate messages but I couldn’t care less. It’s so funny seeing people speak up and start their message with “I condemn Hamas” so that they don’t get hate. Hamas is a resistance group, and just take a moment to think about how this started and how this is going. Hamas barely did anything but are you hearing anything about them now? Are they the ones bombing hospitals? Churches? Cutting off telecommunication so that they can perform ethnic cleansing? Hamas isn’t doing anything right now, but who’s committing a genocide on millions half of them being children? Some people are obsessed with the Hamas agenda like honey Israel has been terrorising Palestinians since 1948 and Hamas just got formed yesterday , grow up. It’s so childish and similar to a criminal holding on to a poor piece of evidence in court.

Also , no one was harmed at the festival, no babies were beheaded and no one was raped (no proof at ALL).

Can I give you evidence of women being r@ped by the IDF, and babies being shot in the head? Absolutely.

The sentences “ I condemn Hamas” and “Free Palestine” don’t really go together. People in the west think that freeing Palestine means shaking hands with Israelis and making aesthetic instagram posts with cute little bows. And then they say “Violence isn’t the answer” OH REALLY? What about The Nakba ( The largest displacement event of Palestinians in 1948) , what about the extinction of 45 Palestinian families cause they were cleansed?

Israel is a murderous state and there is no other truth. I’m sure you may wonder about the citizens so i’ll tell you one more thing. ALL of them are obliged to serve in the IDF when they turn 18, if not they’ll be punished. They know what happens there and I have seen tweets about ex soldiers telling stories of the horrors they had to do. They willingly bring their children and brainwash them into thinking that this land is theirs, that k!lling Palestinians is correct . They also are fine with living next to an open air prison.

I just wish to clarify one more thing; it’s an agenda (other than Hamas) that Israelis adore to use. They manipulate people who speak up by saying that they’re anti semitic. Honey pie no. You’re a zionist. There’s a HUGE difference. You sure as hell can’t speak about religion discrimination when you target people in mosques during the holy month of Ramadan and bomb a historic church. Zionists know no god.

Zionism # Antisemitism.

Israelis aren’t the victims here because they all packed their shit and fled to Europe/ USA where they’re babied. They have a privilege that no Palestinian can dream of. They are respected in countries but Palestinians will always be called refugees / terrorists.

Another little secret :) back in WW2 when zionists didn’t have a home, they were scattered all over USA and Europe, and truth be told, they didn’t want them… this is why the west insists that they stay here, not out of love but for their own good.

I once saw a poster that was raised in a protest and it says : “ The only crime that Palestinians committed was taking you in when every country in Europe kicked you out”

A little note: Israelis are greedy and wanted to occupy my country as well and had a well known plan on taking over the entire Middle East, they’re psychos lowkey. It isn’t just about Palestine, they terrorise everyone.

I know that I spoke a lot😅 so I’ll stop here. I want to thank you again for sending this ask and being honest with me. Lots of love and kisses 💌

There are some resources you can take a look at :

Shaunking/ Khaledbeydoun on instagram

Important video 2 3

This one is really enlightening btw

Also this (keep in mind that the woman was interviewed and she said that they provided them with medical care / food and water).

Video of the interview

#ask #anon ask

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albertfinch · 9 months

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ADOPTING THE CHRIST THOUGHT LIFE

James 1:16-18 reminds us that the Father of heavenly lights gives only good and perfect gifts and that He is the God of truth:

"Don't be deceived, my dear brothers and sisters. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of first fruits of all He created"

The enemy wants to steal our dreams, our faith and our lives! But, do not give place to His evil words. Determine now to repent for believing His lies. Repentance does not mean that it is needed because God is upset, mad or angry because of our doubt and unbelief -- to repent means to simply change the way we think (about God and even ourselves).

Therefore, we repent into God’s purpose for our life. We ask, seek, and knock (Matthew 7:7) until we come to understand and actually carry-out our Christ calling. Nothing moves in God;s Kingdom without action. if you have believed opposite of what God says about you, CHANGE the way you think about yourself. Also, if you have believed opposite of all God declares concerning His love, provision, protection, etc., simply CHANGE the way you think about Him. This will empower you with great faith and hope for your future.

GUARDING OUR HEARTS

Satan will always bring darkness into our situation. However, godly revelation reveals what is hidden – or what attempts to remain in darkness. As we more fully understand God's goodness and His light of truth, we begin to function and operate in His power to overcome the wicked works and words of the accuser.

We must guard our hearts so that we do not faint. The enemy is working overtime to cause us to grow weary and have faint hearts.

He gives power to the faint and weary, and to him who has no might He increases strength [causing it to multiply and making it to abound]. [2 Corinthians 12:9.]

"Even youths shall faint and be weary, and [selected] young men shall feebly stumble and fall exhausted; but those who wait for the Lord [who expect, look for, and hope in Him] shall change and renew their strength and power; they shall lift their wings and mount up [close to God] as eagles [mount up to the sun]; they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint or become tired." - Isaiah 40:28-31 AMP

Stand in faith on God's promise that He is renewing your strength right now and that also He is giving you power to overcome all adversity. He is also revealing to us, at this time, how to live in joy and peace even in the midst of a storm! In fact, go back and re-read the previous passage and literally see yourself strong and full of faith. You are God's light on the earth, a city on a hill. Let your light shine!

"Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of Jehovah is risen upon thee. For, behold, darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the peoples; but Jehovah will arise upon thee, and His glory shall be seen upon thee. And nations shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising" - (Isaiah 60:1-3 ASV).

PRESSING IN

James 1:12 encourages each of us to persevere in pressing into God's revealed PURPOSE for our life so we may influence lives and bear fruit that remains for His Kingdom.

Our worthiness comes that Jesus and His righteousness has already made us worthy of all good things given to us from the Father. We are not to condemn ourselves for our weakness and feeling faint-hearted but rather renew our minds to our new Christ identity – old opinions of ourselves have passed away and we are now effective firebrands for changing the way people perceive their role in advancing His Kingdom.

We persevere due to the finished work on the Cross! We will reap because in our salvation (sozo) we have healing, deliverance, prosperity and all that is needed to demonstrate the power of God in our lives and the lives of others.

We must develop the mind-set that -- we are not defined by our past, what people think of us, or our circumstances - but only by who we are in Christ.

"To whom God would make known what is the riches of glory of this mystery among the Gentiles; which is Christ in you, the hope of glory." - Colossians 1:27

We step into our future (God's CALLING on our lives) with great boldness and confidence knowing certain that Christ has paid the price for complete freedom.

PRAYER:

Father, You are the God of Light and I thank You that You have a pathway of light planned for me. I will not grow faint or weary in flight but continue to rise up in greater faith. I place my faith in the finished work of Christ that completely transforms. Thank You for the grace You are giving me to advance in my Christ calling and potential. I pray this in the mighty name of Jesus Christ, our Savior and Redeemer. Amen.

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

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10/23/2022 DAB Chronological Transcription

John 7-8

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological. I'm Jill. Today is the 23rd day of October. Can you even believe it? I can hardly even believe it. Seriously, feels like we just got here. And I think unfortunately, this is what happens well, when you get older and it also happens at the end of the year. It's just like when you come back from the summer head towards Christmas time. Seems like it just goes at a thousand miles a minute. So let's just take a minute, take a deep breath. We acknowledge it's going by fast and we're going to intentionally slow our life down right here and right now as we just take a deep breath. Exhale and let go all of the scurry and the busyness of life and just come here to intentionally center ourselves around the scriptures and allow God to say. To speak and to do what it is that you would like to in us. Through us. Among us. Through His Word. Today we are reading John, chapters seven and eight, one of my all time favorite stories in the reading today. And we're starting a brand new translation as it is a brand new week around here as we're starting this week off. And this week we will be in the New Living translation.

Prayer:

Father, we thank you for your word today. We thank you at the beginning of this week for the reminder of this woman who was caught in adultery and brought before the religious in your presence how you rescued her, how you saved her by pricking the hearts of those present. And when everybody left, one by one. You stayed and you ministered to her when nobody else would. I hear that. And I hear and I feel the hope within me rise, that you are present for every single one of us. Nothing, nothing in our past, nothing that. we’ve done is too shameful for you to stay and be with us. Minister to our hearts and I pray that you would do that even here and now for those of us who have been involved in things so shameful that people have walked away from us one by one out of our lives. People have judged, people have condemned, and people have rejected us. And you never do. And I am so grateful for that. Today, here on this brand new shiny, sparkly week, we're reminded of your grace, of your redemption, your forgiveness that makes us shiny, sparkly and brand new. I am so grateful for who you are. I am so grateful for what you've done in my life. And I am so hopeful for all that you will continue to do. Life, life more abundantly, eternal life that has begun here and now. Thank you, worship you and praise you. Pray this now in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Announcements:

Looking forward to an incredible week together as we turn the page in the stories of our lives and in the story of the word of God tomorrow. I'm Jill. Until then, love one another.

Community Prayer Line:

Hello DABC family. This is Liz calling from Texas. Just calling for a little prayer right now. My business that I started this year is kind of going slow right now and it's kind of been hard trying to match this. Working full time at the job and take care of myself, of girls. I just want to be successful to help not just my family but just to help others as well. My attention is not to I don't know, I want to make sure that my family is taking care of them, that I help other people in the process. I would really appreciate the prayers. I have a lot of things going on in my health. It's not the best and I just need, you know, just prayer in this. Thank you.

Good morning DABC, this is Tanya, calling from Suffolk. I want to pray for Adra, Shandra and Reese. Heavenly father, I lift up Adra, Chandra and Reese to you father, you know these guys stand in need of father, I'm asking Lord God, just to show yourself in such a mighty way. I'm asking heavenly Father that you just be offense, father all around Egypt. Ever one of those situations that they are dealing with. I'm asking Father Andrews, you just show her that it's nothing too small to heal for her with the authorizer. She's having her hands. Father, I once again speak divine healing right now. In the mighty name of Jesus. And Chandra, father, I'm asking Lord God you just to just open up doors, Lord God. The people that have stayed in her way. She has received this position, father and they feel like that she's not worthy of the position, father. But I'm asking Lord God that you just prove them wrong. Father you say. Father that you would make your enemy father the footstool. Father so just let them know Lord God that they cannot stand in the way. Lord God of the blessing that you have given Chandra. Allow them Lord God to open up their minds and their heart. Lord God that they will receive her. Lord God. Because she would do the work that you have planned for them. And father for the young one, the son that has been on suicide watch, father, I've been dealing with this with my daughter. So God, I know what the mother is going through. Father, I'm asking Lord God, that you just remove in and everything, father is not of you. I bind that spirit of depression and suicide right now in the mighty name of Jesus. I speak divine healing in the mighty name of Jesus. You guys have a wonderful day.

Good afternoon DACB family. This is Velma from the Virginia side of the DMV. I wanted to pray for Julie. She had called in, she said that she said MS. And she was afraid to go to God to ask for healing because she thought it was too big. And Julie, I want to tell you that nothing is too big for God. The word of God says, is anything too hard for God? And it also answers, no, nothing is too hard for God. So I want to pray with you. Dear Lord, I thank you today, I praise you, I glorify you for all that you are to us, Lord, and I ask that you would put Your healing hand on Julie. She asked that she'd be healed entirely, completely. And I touch and agree with her, lord, your word says that whatever we ask in prayer, believing, we will receive it. So I'm asking you, Jehovah Rafa, to put Your healing power, your healing hand on Julie. And I believe with Julie that she will be completely restored, completely healed, in Jesus name, amen.

Hi DABC family. This is Tammy from the Adirondacks. I'm here with my husband Tracy, and we just got done listening to the October 17 podcast and Julie called in, I believe that was your name. You've been suffering with MS for 30 years. My husband also has progressive MS. It's been 30 years for him also. We just want to lift you up in prayer, sister. Father, we just ask you Lord, you are the great physician, Lord, you are the great healer. There is nothing too big for you, Father God, and you still perform miracles today. You are working all things out for our good. Father God. And for Your will to be done Lord. And we ask it. We ask Father. That Your will be that you will continue to strengthen Julie. That you will heal her. Father from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. Lord, that she will know and feel Your presence. Lord. That she will feel the strength that you have your peace, Father. And just to hear her just want to dance with her kids. Father. And let them see Your joy, Father. Your light, Father. That's what we all want as Your children, Father. For people to see your light shine through us, Lord. No matter what the trials that we are facing. Father God. So we just lift Julie up to you Lord. We ask for a divine healing. Father. We ask you Father. In Your precious name. Jesus. Cover her in Your bloodbord. She is covered in Your blood. She is your child and you want life abundant for your children. We love you and we praise you Jesus. Amen. God bless you sister. We love you.

Good morning, this is Kristen in Louisiana and I wanted to call in today to lift up Andy James, her friend, Creative Child in Texas called in to pray for her, Lord, and so we just lived her up to You, Father, and lift her recovery up to you Father. We pray for her baby Lily, Lord, that her parents are taking care of and for her husband, Lord, that you just provide for them in all areas, Lord, and just give them supernatural energy and multiply that window of time that baby Lily has with her mom on the weekends, Lord. Multiply that supernaturally, Father. And just allow them to bond and connect and just love on each other, Father. And I pray for all of the nurses and doctors and therapists that are going to be helping Andy. Father. That you just bring people into her room. Even the aides and the staff. Lord. That know you, Father. So that she can feel your presence. Lord. And feel loved and not feel so alone while she's there. Lord. And I pray for Julie, Father who called in and is asking for a complete physical healing from her Ms. Lord. I pray I know that you hear the cries of her heart. Lord. And I pray that you answer those with a yes. Father. That you give her that healing that she is crying out for so that she can do those things that she called in about. Walk through the woods with her kids and dance and sing and shout for you, Father. So I just agree with Julie, Lord, and ask you to give her that healing in your name we pray. Amen.

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Feast of the Conversion of Saint Paul, Apostle

Readings of Thursday, January 25, 2024

Reading 1

ACTS 22:3-16

Paul addressed the people in these words: "I am a Jew, born in Tarsus in Cilicia, but brought up in this city. At the feet of Gamaliel I was educated strictly in our ancestral law and was zealous for God, just as all of you are today. I persecuted this Way to death, binding both men and women and delivering them to prison. Even the high priest and the whole council of elders can testify on my behalf. For from them I even received letters to the brothers and set out for Damascus to bring back to Jerusalem in chains for punishment those there as well.

"On that journey as I drew near to Damascus, about noon a great light from the sky suddenly shone around me. I fell to the ground and heard a voice saying to me, 'Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting me?' I replied, 'Who are you, sir?' And he said to me, 'I am Jesus the Nazorean whom you are persecuting.' My companions saw the light but did not hear the voice of the one who spoke to me. I asked, 'What shall I do, sir?' The Lord answered me, 'Get up and go into Damascus, and there you will be told about everything appointed for you to do.' Since I could see nothing because of the brightness of that light, I was led by hand by my companions and entered Damascus.

"A certain Ananias, a devout observer of the law, and highly spoken of by all the Jews who lived there, came to me and stood there and said, 'Saul, my brother, regain your sight.' And at that very moment I regained my sight and saw him. Then he said, 'The God of our ancestors designated you to know his will, to see the Righteous One, and to hear the sound of his voice; for you will be his witness before all to what you have seen and heard. Now, why delay? Get up and have yourself baptized and your sins washed away, calling upon his name.'"

Responsorial Psalm

PS 117 (116): 1BC, 2

R./ Go out to all the world, and tell the Good News. or: R./ Alleluia, alleluia.

Praise the LORD, all you nations; glorify him, all you peoples! R./ Go out to all the world, and tell the Good News. or: R./ Alleluia, alleluia.

For steadfast is his kindness toward us, and the fidelity of the LORD endures forever. R./ Go out to all the world, and tell the Good News. or: R./ Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel

MK 16:15-18

Jesus appeared to the Eleven and said to them: "Go into the whole world and proclaim the Gospel to every creature. Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved; whoever does not believe will be condemned. These signs will accompany those who believe: in my name they will drive out demons, they will speak new languages. They will pick up serpents with their hands, and if they drink any deadly thing, it will not harm them. They will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover."

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Talking with Grace

[Stiles]

Stiles had been at home waiting for Grace to come home. He had gotten a call earlier about some rather invasive questions and he wasn’t happy about it. All he wanted was to just forget his past and if it was going to be dug up again that means that they were going to try to hassle Grace too and Stiles didn’t want that.

[Grace]

Grace walked through the front door with a basket of food she had picked and she smiled as she saw Stiles. “Hi…are you okay? You look stressed out. I told you I was just going out for a few hours, and I didn’t go to town so I thought it was fine to go while you slept.” She explained.

[Stiles]

“I am stressed out. Someone is calling everyone in the family about being part of some stupid book about royalty.” He groaned before getting up and cupping her cheeks. “You are perfectly fine darling. I am just tired of being dragged back into family things to be some sort of scandalous part of my father’s past.”

[Grace]

“A book? Well that makes sense, every royal family has one. And now that your parents aren’t royalty anymore they are a part of history. It makes sense they want to write about it. There are millions on the tragedy of my dad’s family.” She responded before feeling him cupping her cheeks. “You are not a scandal Stiles. Misty adopted you. You are their son. You are their future. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

[Stiles]

“Yeah but they can write about the political aspects they don’t need to know about all the family drama. Well that’s not what this reporter person wants to know about. They want to know about Nibs and Sam and how that impacted Misty and how I feel being the child that almost broke my parents apart.”

[Grace]

“Hm, I see. Yeah, that’s…that’s different. But if they are asking you that stuff imagine what they are asking your siblings. There’s this one paper I saw in town last week, saying your twin siblings had to be missing because no one has seen them. Or the one saying Charlie isn’t a good king. I am sure your parents will stop this. You don’t have to worry Stiles.” She smiled before kissing him. “It’s all going to be okay.”

[Stiles]

“Yeah but this isn’t up to my parents to stop. This shouldn’t even be a thing. Digging up all this fake news to make a ‘real’ story about us being royals. All it will do is just hurt our image and cause more gossip to travel and it’s just going to hurt our kids. I mean I don’t want our kids reading about Sam and Nibs. I don’t want them knowing about my step dad and Misty.”

[Grace]

“Stiles, there are going to be rumors regardless. We are on a completely different island and we still hear about your parents. If Nibs and Misty can’t stop it, then your sister or Zach will. Will you please, for me, not worry about it? Unless your parents tell you too?”

[Stiles]

“Yeah but as the oldest I should be the one that stops it shouldn’t I? And I don’t want them to talk shit about you. Things have changed so much and you have changed so much. They are going to try to paint you as some villain and try to condemn our kid. I don’t think he would be able to handle that…he is rather sensitive.”

[Grace]

Grace just smiled, “Baby, you can’t change how others see me. It would be fair for your family to describe me that way. I deserve it. But your family hates other people in their business and as the oldest, you should trust your parents. Or at least your wife.” She teased.

[Stiles]

“I am my father’s child. I don’t like people talking shit about my wife and the woman I love.” He tells her before giving her a kiss. “I know that Nick is away at school but that kind of thing affected Tommy and Ellie too that’s why they had to ‘disappear’. Of course I trust you baby.” He purred before kissing her again.

[Grace]

“And that is very sexy.” She smiled before kissing him again. “Baby that is not why your siblings ‘disappeared’.” She laughed slightly before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him back. “Good, then stop talking about it.” She smiled as she kissed him.

[Stiles]

“Mhm alright baby.” He smiles before kissing her back and picking her up. “How about you tell me how sexy that is again? I might have missed it the first time.” Stiles teases.

[Grace]

She smiled as he picked her up and smirked as she heard his words. “Oh I definitely can do that.” She teased back before kissing him deeply.

[Stiles]

Stiles smirked before kissing her back and then hearing a knock at the door. “Are you expecting someone?” He asks in confusion.

[Grace]

Grace shook her head as she kissed down his neck. “No. Just ignore it, they’ll go away.” She said before kissing him again.

[Stiles]

Stiles moaned as she kissed down his neck and then kissed her back before hearing someone yelling something about him being a scandalous child and his eyes glowed bright red. “That bitch came to our fucking house?”

[Grace]

She pulled away when she heard someone start yelling and was confused as she knew no one knew where they lived. “But…how did she find us?” She asked before seeing his eyes turning red. “Baby, don’t listen to her. She is just trying to bait you.”

[Stiles]

“I don’t know how she found us but she is screaming this outside…what the actual hell. She is baiting me? She is going to be dead, that is what she will be.” He growled as he headed to the door. “We moved here for privacy and now that she is here that jeopardizes everything we have here.”

[Grace]

Grace felt Stiles putting her down and followed him to the door. “Stiles, honey, they will think she’s crazy. No one is going to believe her. Just tell her to go away and then come back inside. She wants you to react so she can write about it.”

[Stiles]

“She won’t go away though…people are going to put it together.” He tells her in concern. “What about you? I don’t want her to start harassing you too.”

[Grace]

“She hasn’t anything about me and so what if she does? It’s stupid. She’s stupid.” She said, pulling him towards her. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.”

[Stiles]

Stiles was about to drop it when he heard the girl screaming something about Cameron sleeping with someone else and he had not even been told about that. “What the heck…why would that even be something that comes up? Still think we should ignore her?” He asks in confusion.

[Grace]

Grace stopped as she heard her father’s name and her eyes turned blue for a quick second and she just forced a smile on her face. “Yes, please let’s just go upstairs and forget about her. She will have to leave eventually.”

[Stiles]

He heard her saying something about Noah being a slut and sleeping with a rapist. The fact that Noah ruined the family and that she would be the same way. “Can I please just kill her because if another word comes out of her mouth I will rip her tongue off and eat it in front of her to prove my point.”

[Grace]

She heard her mentioning her mother and Grace couldn’t stop her eyes from turning bright blue and tried not to cry. “Stiles it doesn-”

[Stiles]

Stiles saw Grace’s eyes turning bright blue and he had had enough. “She is harassing us and she is hurting you. I won’t have that.” He says before going outside and ripping the writer to shreds before eating her so that there were no remains left. He licked his lips before coming back inside. “Don’t listen to her baby. She won’t bother us anymore.”

[Grace]

“Stiles wait.” She said, trying to stop him. She followed him outside and watched him kill the writer before heading inside with him. She moved closer to him and kissed him, this time more slowly. “Thank you.”

[Stiles]

Stiles could feel her kissing him and he kissed her back. “No one talks about you like that. I love you so much baby girl and you deserve the world.” He tells her before giving her another kiss.

[Grace]

Grace blushed brightly as she kissed him back. She moved to take off his shirt and threw it on the ground before kissing him again. “I want you Stiles. I want your cock. Please.” She begged as her eyes turned red before hearing his phone ringing.

[Stiles]

Stiles stripped off the rest of his clothes before removing hers. He ignored his phone as he kissed her and left marks against her shoulder. “Are you sure you can handle it baby girl?” He purred with a smirk before picking her up and sitting her on the counter as he lined himself up.

[Grace]

Grace looked at who was calling him as he removed her clothes. “Baby it’s your mom, what if it’s an emergency?” She kissed him back before feeling him placing her on the counter. She bit her lip as she grinded against him. “I can handle it daddy. Can’t you feel how wet I am for you? And you haven’t even touched me yet. I want you Stiles. Please fuck me.”

[Stiles]

“Fucking hell, hold that thought.” He says before picking up the phone when she mentioned it might be an emergency. “Is there something wrong?”

[Misty]

Misty heard Stiles answer the phone and smiled? “Hi honey, I need you to come home and watch Rose. Bring Grace please. It’s an emergency. Please. She needs us all right now.”

[Stiles]

“Yeah just give me a second. She is coming home from the store soon. I will bring her with me.” He tells her before hanging up the phone. “Alright now, what was it you were saying about being wet baby? How badly do you want daddy’s cock?”

[Grace]

“I…did you just answer the phone? And who is she? Who are you bringing with you? What girl are you talking about?” She asked. “I don’t want your cock now. What…what girl are you bringing with you?” She asked as she hopped off the counter.

[Stiles]

“You told me to answer the phone? Something happened with Rose so my mom wants me to bring you to talk to her, that is all. I told her you were out so we could finish having some time to ourselves to spend together before my family inevitably consumes the rest of our week.” He tells her as he keeps her on the counter.

[Grace]

“Oh…you meant me.” She says as she starts blushing. “Sorry. I thought you were talking about someone else.” Grace smiled.

[Stiles]

Stiles tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Yeah I meant you. Who else would I be talking about? Mhm baby girl you know you are the only one for me.” He purred before kissing her once more.

[Grace]

“You know the girls at your job are very cute.” She smiled before kissing him back. “I just got a little…jealous.” She shrugged.

[Stiles]

“Eh they are okay. I wouldn’t say they are very cute.” He tells her before kissing down her neck. “You have nothing to be jealous of but they will be when you come visit me with all these marks on your neck.” He smirked as he grinded against her.

[Grace]

Grace moaned softly as he marked her neck. “I don’t even think they would notice me next to you.” She said as her hands rested on his shoulders. “Are you going to fuck me now daddy?”

[Stiles]

“Oh you know I am baby.” He smirked before letting his cock tease against her entrance and then sliding it into her. “Fuck you are so wet.” Stiles moaned.

[Grace]

“Oh fuck.” She moaned softly as her nails dug into his shoulders. “You feel so good.” She moaned as her hips bucked up.

[Stiles]

Stiles growled as he felt her bucking her hips up. “Fuck…” He moaned as he brushed against her sweet spot as he fucked her into the counter.

[Grace]

Grace kissed him deeply as her moans were muffled behind his lips. A shiver went down her spine as he hit her sweet spot. “Just like that daddy.”

[Stiles]

He growled as he let his nails dig slightly into her hips as he abused her sweet spot. “Fuck you feel so good.”

[Grace]

She felt his nails digging into her hips and moaned loudly as he abused her sweet spot. She threw her head back in pleasure. “I’m…I’m going to cum Stiles.”

[Stiles]

“Cum for me baby girl.” He purred as he felt himself close to the edge as well. His hand moving down so his thumb could rub circles against her clit.

[Grace]

Grace moaned his name as she came around his cock. “Please cum for me daddy. I want it so badly daddy.” She purred in his ear.

[Stiles]

Stiles felt her clenching around him as she came and he thrusted deep into her as he came. “Fuck baby…” He purred.

[Grace]

She kissed his neck softly and smiled to herself, “Hm sometimes I forget that just because you look innocent doesn’t mean you are.”

[Stiles]

“I look innocent?” He asks in confusion. “I never thought so.” He shrugged before pulling out after the knot went down.

[Grace]

“Hm you do. You are pretty calm most of the time so sometimes I forget that you have that alpha side in you.” She said as she touched his chest. “I kinda wish you didn’t have to get rid of it because of my brother.”

[Stiles]

“Yeah, I am sure that I can get it back someday.” He tells her with a shrug. “My dad wasn’t an alpha off the bat and he sort of grew into the role so.”

[Grace]

“Nothing is wrong with the way you are now Stiles. I like your glasses and how calm you are and how level headed you are.” She said as she made him look at her. “You saved me so to me, that’s all I’ll ever see.”

[Stiles]

“Yeah, I just don’t like thinking that your brother took the alpha in me away. It’s still there…I still have it just not as visible as it used to be.”

[Grace]

“Hm…well look at it this way. If my brother didn’t leave…we wouldn’t be together.” She said. “I know my family has taken away a lot and I’m sorry. I’m sorry about what she said out there.”

[Stiles]

“That is true. But I am sure he would have pushed me away even if he was here. He never did understand anything about me but it’s okay. You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” He tells her. “It’s not who you are anymore. I know that.”

[Grace]

“But you know that’s what she would have written about. You were perfectly fine not killing her for the things she said about you.” She gave him a soft smile. “I have to deal with the consequences of my actions. I don’t deserve people to like me.”

[Stiles]

“I don’t care about the things she says about me. I have heard them all before and at this point I only let it bother me as much as I want it to.” He tells her. “Hey, don’t say that. There are many people who have changed that deserve their redemption and a second chance. You proved yourself worthy of a second chance.”

[Grace]

“You would say that even if it wasn’t true. And I love you for that.” She smiled before kissing him. “We should get ready. I am sure your parents need you.”

[Stiles]

Stiles kissed her back. “They wanted you there to remember? So we can go together.” He smiles before putting her down so they could get cleaned up and dressed.

[Grace]

“Okay.” She smiled before heading upstairs with Stiles to get changed.

#muse: stiles #stilesxgrace #grace025

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thepaininurneck · 3 years

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Okay, wow, never in my life did I think a music video involving giving Satan a lap dance would delve into a conversation about gay rights ( and how gay men are portrayed in media ), but Lil Nas X broke the world with MONTERO, so here I am. We’ve got three things here that I think are important - Internet culture, religion, sexuality. These are the things that I think people are getting too uptight over/not upset enough over, and I wanna rant for a bit, so bear with me on this one.

First, I LOVED MONTERO. I’m a whore for religious imagery/theming/etc. being used in media, and as a former Christian and an openly gay woman, it makes me very happy to see it used in a spiteful manner. MONTERO was gorgeous - sexual, unapologetic, and so clearly pulling straight from Biblical stories. The religion used commonly against us ( here in the US, at least, because I know other religions can be just as oppressive, if not worse, and Christianity isn’t the dominant religion everywhere ) being used in a way that’s expressive of our lives is beautiful. The very clear message of “Oh, I’m going to hell? That’s okay,” is perfect - for so many LGBT people in this country, we’ve been told that we’re condemned to eternal punishment because of something we can’t help. LNX took that in stride and made it art, with MONTERO and the video. I am in full support of it and will be throwing it on my horny playlist.

But here’s why I think this is so important - MONTERO’s release has exposed, in my opinion, where the real issues lie in Western culture. WAP did this too, a little - both of these songs, and their accompanying videos, were criticized using children. “Children watch you”, “how could you expose kids to this”, etc. were complaints hurled at Cardi B and LNX over their music. And in LNX’s case, people used his previous success with Old Town Road - I saw one tweet saying Old Town Road is “every kid’s anthem”, and that their children love Old Town Road. Which is problematic - how can you complain about MONTERO, but allow your child to listen to a song with lyrics such as “Lean all in my bladder”, “Cheated on my baby, you can go and ask her”, “Bull riding and boobies” - Old Town Road is not a child-friendly song by any means, but LNX didn’t include naked breasts, or ( as far as I’m aware ) market the song in a way that showcased those lyrics. So parents let their children enjoy their funny horse song, never looking into the words their kids were hearing daily. But with MONTERO, because they saw at a glance that it was an issue, they assumed this meant the previously “child-friendly” artist LNX, the man behind the funny horse song, was suddenly trying to indoctrinate their children. When in reality, LNX has never catered to kids. He’s always been open about his music and himself, and it’s entirely the parents’ faults for not better monitoring what media their children take in. It is never the responsibility of the creator to change their content for an audience they didn’t want. MONTERO, and WAP, both exposed just how internet culture has allowed parents an excuse to be lazy, hands-off pieces of shit, and demonize creators further.

MONTERO also exposed how homophobia continues to follow us, in how many comments there were calling LNX predatory, claiming he was indoctrinating children and pushing agendas - and, with Kaitlin Bennet’s actual racist comments, now he’s being slandered. ( if you didn’t see that beef, TLDR: Kaitlin asked “do you still see your dad?” w/ blatant intent to hurt, LNX replied with “yeah and I’ll fuck yours”, to which Kaitlin accused him of threatening to rape her father and several small, conservative ‘journalists’ ran with it ). I don’t like throwing around the word homophobia, but this isn’t new - gay men have been called predatory for a long time and demonized for even small gestures like holding hands. And now, an openly gay man made a video celebrating his sexuality ( which isn’t a new topic: look at any music video from the early 2000s for more examples of people expressing sexuality ) and given fuel to these idiots to continue pushing their narrative of “gay man predator, gay man bad”. Fortunately, it’s a lot less than it would’ve been thirty years ago. But the fact that it still happens on this scale, enough that journalists pick it up as a story, and governors, Candace Owens and other prominent homophobic conservative figures jump on the bandwagon....it’s sad. A man celebrating his sexuality shouldn’t be demonized the way it is, and MONTERO is doing an amazing job at spitting in people’s faces.

Cutting myself short here, I think MONTERO was a gift. It’s a work of art in many ways, but the social response it generated is also a blessing in that it shows what we need to prioritize - which is self responsibility. No one is forcing you to watch the gay man give Satan a lap dance, nor are they forcing you to buy his shoes. No one will ever force you into that - you, a consenting adult/teenager, willingly watched it. You’re reading this now of your own choice. If your child is watching MONTERO, you should blame yourself if you’re mad - why didn’t you monitor them better? Teach them to avoid things they don’t recognize online? You failed as a parent to protect your child from what you deem harmful. That isn’t anyone’s fault except your own as their active guardian.

Sex, talking about sex, grinding, lap dances....those aren’t new to music videos. They’ve been happening for decades, actually - early 90’s and 2000’s videos had a lot, and I think some 80’s had them. MONTERO didn’t invent NSFW music videos, the only difference is it’s gay and dared to use religious imagery ( which also isn’t new, but that’s another rant I don’t want to get into ). For once, I actually agree with the masses - this outrage was mostly fueled by homophobia and dumb Christians. And to any Christians reading this ( that didn’t get offended, because if you got genuinely upset by this drama, fuck you ); you’re cool.

Anyways, yeah. I think MONTERO was awesome, LNX killed it as always, and I hate conservatives. Goodnight.

#lil nas x #lnx #I sound like an sjw #but in a good way #might burn down a church later idk #Davey sleepy rants

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REPUTATION (regency!Din AU) - chapter 5

CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3 - CHAPTER 4

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Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Words: 4k

Rating: T

Warnings: slowest of burns, gender swapped characters, no use of y/n

Series summary: After scandal damages your reputation, you are finished with society. But a mysterious bachelor by the name of Mr. Djarin has a reputation of his own. And you are determined to keep yourself from getting mixed up with him.

Chapter summary: In the aftermath of the ball, Mr. Djarin disappears. But soon all is revealed

A/N: So it’s been a hot minute. I’ve been hoarding this chapter for so long but I think it’s time to let it go. But I can’t promise when Chapter 6 will be coming. But, you know, enjoy. Thank you @ezrasbirdie for reading this forever ago and giving me the kick in the ass to actually post this now.

You weren’t sure if you were more upset for going to Mr Djarin’s room in the first place or for breaking that kiss. Either way you would have to apologize. You would tell him that you weren’t yourself and perhaps, if he still had any patience for you, you might be able to begin again properly.

But Mr. Djarin was not at the table when you came down for lunch the next day.

“You just missed Mr. Djarin, my dear,” Captain Dune said. “He was called away on some urgent business at Mandalore. He did not even have time to sup with us.”

“What a pity,” you said. You could feel your throat tightening.

There was no way to be sure that he had left on account of your behavior. You didn’t know the inner workings of his business. But you had seen his face in the candle light of his room and you knew there would be no chance of mending the rift between you now.

You should’ve seen Mr. Djarin’s departure as a blessing. It meant you were saved from your own impulsiveness. And yet you were terribly unhappy. He was gone, little Grogu too, without even a parting word.

It wasn’t two weeks before you, too, were leaving Nevarro Hall. Emma had written with news that your mother had taken ill and so the Dunes agreed to escort you home and help raise her spirits.

Being home brought you some comfort. You’d missed your mother. Though still quite fatigued when you arrived home, she was glad to have you there. She found the strength most evenings, wrapped in her shawl, to join you and the Dunes in the parlor for a game of whist.

You were very lucky that the little house was situated not a mile from your cousins so Emma and Julia called in quite often.

You had expected Julia to have a hundred things to tell you on her first visit but she wanted a first hand account of the ball, claiming your letters had not been detailed enough. You ran through the entire evening. Of course, you briefly mentioned dancing with Mr. Djarin but never betrayed your feelings and you didn’t dare tell her about what had transpired afterwards. You focused instead on Mr. Vanth and his vanity and his contemptible concerns for you.

“Such a vulgar man!” Julia cried. “I am so happy that you were not condemned to marry such an insensitive man. And yet I suppose his advice is not wholly without merit.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I have heard some rather unwholesome things about Mr. Djarin,” she said, her voice lower.

“What? From whom?”

Surely Julia was wise enough to be skeptical of anything circulated by Lucy or one of that set. Perhaps Mr. Vanth had found someone to repeat whatever disparaging words he had for Mr. Djarin, a sad attempt to save face after the ball.

Julia looked startled and shrugged. “I’m sure I don’t remember exactly the charge,” she said.

“Then you shouldn’t repeat such a thing,” you chided.

“Of course not,” Julia said and quickly changed the subject. “Was there no one else you danced with?”

“Well, Captain Dune, of course. And I danced a set with Mr. Gideon—” you replied.

“Mr. Gideon?” she smiled slyly. “He is quite a handsome man, do you not agree?”

“Certainly,” you said, though without much enthusiasm.

“I believe he is a gentleman by every measure of the word,” she declared. “Any woman would be lucky to have him for a husband.”

You sighed. You didn’t like the thought of Julia trying to throw you together with a man like Mr. Gideon. Though he was charming, there was a foppishness about him that you didn’t care for. And, besides, whether you liked it or not, your thoughts were with the first man that had danced with you. Still, Julia went on about Mr. Gideon’s merits the way Lady Karga had about Mr. Djarin and you merely nodded along quietly until the subject was exhausted.

Your mother also seemed to find solace in anecdotes from your season in town. In the late afternoon you would crawl into her bed with your sketchbook. Each page provided many details from your travels, a new story about a lovely house or a particularly rotund dog. She smiled and listened and encouraged you with questions.

Soon you had reached the last pages of your sketchbook. You’d shown her the beautiful flowers you’d drawn from the garden at Nevarro Hall, the fine furnishings, and, of course, the portraits you’d taken down.

“This is quite a fine likeness of Lady Karga. Look at how much improved your skills are,” Mama said with quiet pride.

She turned the page to reveal the next drawing, one you looked at more often than you ought to. It was embarrassing to admit that the spine of your sketchbook had cracked along this page since it laid open on this portrait so many times. If Mama noticed, she did not let on.

“Who is this fellow?” she asked.

The likeness in your sketchbook seemed to taunt you every time you looked at it. You were tempted on more than one occasion to rip the page from your book and throw it into the fire as you had with the drawings of Mr. Vanth. But no matter how much you’d silently promised to move on, you couldn’t bring yourself to destroy the portrait of Mr. Djarin.

“That is Mr. Djarin,” you said and realized that your fingers were itching to take the book from her and shut it before more questions were asked.

Luckily, she didn’t pry.

“He is as handsome as Lady Karga described,” she said, and moved on.

The garden here was not nearly as expansive as the grounds at Nevarro Hall but there were corners where you could tuck yourself away and be alone. You’d spent most of the past month home busying yourself with Mama and walking to town with Julia and Lady Karga. When you stood still, melancholy crept back in. When it did, you found something to draw.

You had your sketchbook open, completing the outline of a drawing of some sweet williams. You’d finally decided to use the watercolors that Mr. Djarin had given you. No one knew their origin and you had no danger of encouraging his feelings any longer.

It was a beautiful little set. Inside of the wooden case, the pigments sat in delicate white shells. You dipped your brush into the paint and the vivid colors glistened across the paper. Such a thoughtful gift and so fine. Whatever woman Mr. Djarin wed would be a lucky one.

You longed to know what he would say if he saw your little painting once it was complete. You longed for many things. His eyes would slide over the page and then to you. And he would pick a flower and brush its petals against your cheek and you would blush. You had to remind yourself that he was gone and you were being very silly indeed and you wiped away a few tears before you shut the paints away.

“Cousin, I must speak to you in confidence,” Julia said urgently. She was walking beside you on the common road. The distance between the two houses was just long enough that it had always been a favorite place for private conversation. For a moment you were nervous she had somehow read your thoughts, that she was going to reveal your secret, but then she spoke again.

“You cannot tell Emma,” she said.

“Heaven forbid,” you laughed. How many times had one of you made the other promise to keep a secret from Julia’s older sister?

Julia bit her bottom lip and smiled to herself, enjoying one last moment of being the only one privy to whatever she was about to tell you. Then she came out with it.

“I have been writing to a gentleman,” she giggled.

This surprised you. Julia was always popular with men but she was not reckless.

“I bring my letters to the post office myself. No one is the least bit suspicious,” she told you.

“You waited these weeks to tell me?” you laughed. She must have been bursting to do it, you had always been her closest confidant.

“I was afraid you would-— oh I already know what you’ll say!”

“That you’re foolish?” you asked. “I cannot have you throwing yourself away on a man that would encourage you to gamble your reputation.”

You didn’t mean to be harsh with her but Julia had never known the sting of such judgement.

“I know, I know,” she moaned. “But, cousin, I promise you he is a good man. In fact, you have told me so yourself. It is the precise reason I did not speak of it sooner.”

Your mouth formed a question. You had no idea what she meant.

“I feared,” she continued, “since you said that you danced with him, perhaps you thought of him for yourself.”

There was only one man in your thoughts but you could not comprehend how Julia might have become so close to Mr. Djarin. Confusion painted your features.

“Who is this gentleman of whom I speak so highly?” you asked.

“Lieutenant Gideon, of course!” Julia sighed.

To say you had recommended Mr. Gideon in any way was exaggeration. You remembered Julia talking about his merits and you might have offered a polite agreement. But anything further than that had been imagined on her part.

“Oh. Yes. I suppose he is an agreeable man,” you allowed.

You were realizing now how often she had slid a mention of him into your conversations.

“I promise it is nothing untoward. I will let you read his last letter. He writes very prettily,” she told you.

You had been very ready to counsel Julia to be more careful, to stop this unseemly connection before she got herself into trouble. But Mr. Gideon was a friend of Mr. Djarin and he was as good a judge of character as anybody.

“Oh very well,” you responded.

If they were old friends, you decided that Mr. Gideon would not use anybody ill.

Julia tucked her arm into yours and talked most excitedly about her new beau the entire way down the road.

Since returning home, you’d found yourself thinking about Mr. Djarin so often that you believed you’d imagined it when the footman announced his name in the parlor one afternoon a week later. You were sketching, as always, beside Lady Karga, Captain Dune pacing around restlessly.

And suddenly there he was, curls disheveled and cheeks red from the road, holding a pair of mustard colored gloves in his hand. You’d forgotten how big Mr. Djarin was. It felt like he was towering over you even from across the room. You stood, barely able to give the expected pleasantries.

Your skills at drawing might have improved but your portrait did not do him enough justice. You were struck once again by how handsome he was, his brown eyes soft and sweet as he gazed at you. There were so many things you had wished you could say to him but you hadn’t dreamed of seeing him standing in your own parlor. You gathered yourself as best you could.

“Forgive me. My mother is ill or she would receive you herself,” you explained.

“I’m sorry to hear it,” he replied.

Captain Dune was delighted to have his friend back and immediately began with a million questions of his own.

“Djarin, you caught us quite on the back foot! What brings you all this way? Tell me, how was the journey? I hope you haven’t exhausted yourself riding,” he began.

Mr. Djarin hardly seemed to be listening. He had a determined expression over his features and he interrupted the captain without an apology.

“I’ve come in hopes to speak with the young lady,” Mr. Djarin said, nodding towards you.

Your pulse quickened and you felt your face flush. You had to look away from him, afraid even a glance now would turn you into a fool.

“Certainly,” Lady Karga said. She gripped her husband by the arm, nearly dragging him out. From the corner of your eye, you saw Captain Dune give his friend a hearty slap on the shoulder before he left the room.

You were alone with Mr. Djarin and the only thought that could come in the uneasy silence was the feeling of his lips against yours. Was this happening? You’d longed to see him again but hadn’t dared to hope for him to even speak to you let alone— well, whatever was going on here. Finally, you steeled yourself to look at him and found his eyes were fixed on your mouth.

“Please,” you motioned towards the sofa.

Mr. Djarin looked about ready to sit down but then shook his head. He was still deep in thought. You had no choice but to be seated yourself because your head had begun to spin. You folded your hands in your lap to keep them from shaking. Now that the scene was set, Mr. Djarin nodded to himself.

“First, I must apologize for my lack of decorum at Nevarro Hall. I fear my actions have forever stained your view of me,” he launched into his speech. “And I hope you can forgive me for my sudden departure. I had to address a pressing matter and so I could not offer my apology sooner.”

You realized, as much as you had cursed yourself for driving him away, Mr. Djarin had been equally tormented. It made your heart break that you might have disturbed him so and you wanted to kiss him again right there and then.

“Mr. Djarin, I have not thought ill of you for a second,” you assured him.

He allowed a faint smile and then seemed unsure of how to go on. He swallowed hard and his eyes darted about.

“I was sorry to hear of your mother’s illness,” he said.

You weren’t expecting this course of the conversation but you politely followed suit.

“She has improved since my return,” you replied.

You could see Mr. Djarin searching his mind for more words.

“I trust Grogu is well,” you offered.

A relieved smile warmed his features. Thinking about the boy seemed to alleviate much of his anxiety.

“Yes. He is at Mandalore. Surely keeping the whole household busy,” he said.

You laughed. You’d heard much about Mr. Djarin’s large house and sprawling gardens. Plenty of hiding spots for the boy.

“How, how is your cousin, Julia?” Mr. Djarin asked.

“Oh. She is quite well, thank you,” you said.

Mr. Djarin nodded but he was worrying at one of his gloves again. Perhaps, you thought, you could put him at ease with conversation.

“I believe she has taken a fancy to your friend,” you told him, “Mr. Gideon.”

This caught his attention but not in the way you’d hoped. His face fell and his eyes went so quickly from warm to hard you thought you imagined it.

“He is a friend of yours, is he not?”

Mr. Djarin glowered. “That would be a generous description of our relationship.”

“Oh,” was all you could say in reply.

“He’s called here?”

“No,” you replied, perplexed by the shift in the atmosphere. “I, I believe she corresponds with him.”

He looked a little shocked.

“I suppose I should not have told anybody,” you said. Your cheeks were hot again and you hoped that he didn’t think that you were loose tongued or, worse, that you approved of the clandestine letters.

“I beg you,” Mr. Djarin said, finally sitting beside you with a wildness you’d never seen in him before, “write to her and tell her to break off any contact with Gideon. Do not entertain him further.”

“I don’t understand,” you said to him.

“You must believe me. Despite what you’ve heard, Gideon is no gentleman,” he said.

“I must ask you to speak plainly with me,” you insisted. You hadn’t taken Mr. Djarin for a gossip, had never heard him say one poor word about another man. But, still, it was a serious accusation.

Mr. Djarin looked at you with an anguished expression but gave a grave nod.

“I will. But in order to explain, I must reveal to you my history and you may think less of me. But I would risk losing your friendship forever if it means protecting your dear cousin,” he said.

Your heart ached. You wanted to tell him that there was nothing he could possibly tell you that would change the way you felt. In fact, his honesty, surely, could only deepen the feelings you had. You ventured to put a hand on his cheek and he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, savoring the feeling as if it might be the last time he would have the chance, and then held your hands in his.

“I am not ignorant of the rumors about myself…I’m afraid that they are true. Grogu is a child born not from marriage. His mother died on the birthing bed. And I loved her dearly.”

Your lips parted. You weren’t sure what to make of this stunning admission.

“Please, allow me to explain,” he went on quickly. “His mother was my beloved sister. She was seduced by that cad Gideon. He convinced her to elope with him. But once he had filled her with a child, he abandoned her. I promised my sister that I would care for Grogu as I would my own son. And I have. I have given him my name and all of the benefits that accompany it. But now that he is to inherit from me, Gideon wants to legitimize the lad as his son so that he might live in comfort.”

You felt dizzier than before, could hardly even remember that moments ago you had a foolish hope that Mr. Djarin might propose. Now you had far more serious concerns.

“I have done everything within my power to keep him from Grogu. That is why I removed the boy from Nevarro Hall in such haste. I know Gideon does not love him. He has never met the child. And I have not revealed the man’s true nature for fear of hurting my sister’s memory. Now I fear Miss Julia would meet a similar fate to that of my sister because of my vanity.”

Your eyes were brimming with tears. You had kept Julia’s secret and put her in so much danger. Now she would be ruined, perhaps tarnished far worse than you had ever been. You wanted to kiss Mr. Djarin again but this time in gratitude. You would be able to put an end to this affair.

You would ride to Julia immediately. Maybe Mr. Djarin would go with you and give her his testimony so that she would truly understand. All of this rushed through your mind but suddenly there was a commotion in the hall, a voice you recognized.

Emma burst in through the doors as if summoned by your thoughts. She was in a way you’d never seen before, her eyes red and cheeks blotchy and stained.

“She’s gone!” she cried.

You and Mr. Djarin both sprang to your feet.

“Good heavens!” you shouted.

Emma was a mess, she was wrapped in a shawl, without any gloves, her hair nearly falling from its ribbon, no bonnet covering it. She clutched a paper to her chest and nearly fell forward were it not for Mr. Djarin catching her by the shoulder.

“Oh! What shall we do?” she wailed. “I ran all the way here. I’m afraid I shall faint.”

You and Mr. Djarin helped her to a chair. By now Lady Karga and Captain Dune had come into the room summoned by Emma’s alarm.

“Send for the apothecary,” Captain Dune instructed one of the maids that was peeking in from the hall.

“No! We haven’t any time!” Emma replied.

“At least get her a glass of brandy for her nerves,” he demanded.

“She’s lost!” Emma went on. “My poor sister!”

She now waved the page in front of her and you took it, smoothed it, and read the familiar hand.

Your stomach turned over and your hand came to your mouth. The note shook in your grasp.

“What is it?” Lady Karga asked.

You looked up at Mr. Djarin. “Julia has run off with Mr. Gideon,” you said gravely.

“Impossible!” Lady Karga gasped, taking the letter to read for herself.

“It says they have been secretly engaged for a month,” you said.

Emma made a strangled sound hearing the awful fact aloud.

“Forgive me. This is all on my account,” Mr. Djarin said, more to himself than to the company.

He had a far off look in his eye that held fury mixed with terror.

“Do you not see it?” he asked, his intense stare landing on you. “He cares nothing for Miss Julia, I am certain. It is only because of my attachment to you that he has fixed himself to her.”

This admission of an attachment made Emma’s red eyes go wide and her head bounced frantically between the two of you.

“He means to ruin her name,” Mr. Djarin went on. “And I’m sure he hopes that you will repudiate me when you discover our connection.”

You heard Lady Karga gasp. It was clear to you now that Julia’s objections to Mr. Djarin had been invented by Mr. Gideon. You flushed with anger.

“I will go and find them out. Leave this to me,” Mr. Djarin said.

“I’ll have them ready the horses,” Captain Dune said, a sharp look sparkling in his eye. “I’m going with you, Djarin.”

“But how–?” you called. Mr. Djarin was already on the move.

“I know where he’ll be,” he said. “I swear I will return her and put this feud to rest. No matter the cost.”

Lady Karga helped Emma sip the brandy that had just arrived as you followed the men out. Captain Dune was shouting orders at the footmen as though he were back on his old ship. Mr. Djarin stood quite still, eyes forward as he waited.

“This is my doing,” you insisted to him. “I knew but I did not— why did I not advise her differently? I could have saved her. I ought to know better. My name was ruined for less.”

Mr. Djarin spun towards you, all of the fire still burning in his eyes.

“I can no longer tolerate the way in which you disparage yourself,” he nearly shouted in your face. “Do you not know the purpose of our meeting? Had you not told me of Julia’s connection to Mr. Gideon— I had come to tell you—“

He sighed deeply and his large shoulders fell.

“I am quite poor with my words,” he said. Then his gaze found you again. “I wish I could express to you the, the depth of my affection for you. And though I can think of a thousand reasons why you would not have me...I love you.”

All of the air left your lungs so that all you could do was stare, wide eyed, mouth hanging open. You were already in such a state of agitation, your emotions so exhausted just from the last few minutes, that you did not know what to say.

Your mouth could not form words but it knew the quickest way to tell Mr. Djarin how you felt. You couldn’t care less about the men standing by with the horses or Captain Dune who had just hoisted himself up into his saddle. And, for a brief moment, you forgot about Julia and Mr. Gideon, the rumors that had followed you and Mr. Djarin and his sweet young boy, the heartbreak you had once felt.

Swiftly you stepped forward and kissed him. You were, once again, threading your fingers through his hair, inhaling the deep scent of him tinged with leather and sweat. You could say that you were kissing him before you even knew you were doing but that wasn’t true. You knew exactly what you were doing, what you wanted. You’d longed for the touch of Mr. Djarin under your lips again and now you needed to feel safe in his arms, to show him that you loved him, too.

If he thought this was improper, he mustn’t have cared because Mr. Djarin only pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. And when you finally had the strength to break away, you stayed within inches of one another, catching your breath.

Close enough that you could hear him whisper, “I’ll bring her back. I promise,” before he pulled himself up into the saddle and sped away.

--- chapter 6

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