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Wow, I can get sexual, too: an Adrian Chase x Reader fic- chapter 4

series masterlist here

warnings: eventual smut, masturbation, twitter nude culture, the very slightest dub con but not really just saying this to be safe, mutual pining, idiots in love, perv!reader but also perv!adrian

a/n: its gonna be five chapters!!!!! and maybe an epilogue, but ugh there's so much thats gonna happen in this chapter thats STILL somehow not reader and adrian shmangin

You find yourself making uncomfortable eye contact with the little plastic rabbit superglued to the dashboard of Adrian’s car while Blondie drifts through the speakers. Adrian’s been on a women of rock kick lately. Something about Women’s History Month even though that month has come and gone.

“Every Obstacle is an Opportunity!” his little sign reads. Yeah, right.

But maybe the weird little rabbit is bright. Maybe he knows better. Totally, the little plastic rabbit is telling you that your borderline creepy crush on Adrian is simply an opportunity! And that this is his way of communicating that sign to you from the universe.

“Is that a different perfume?” Adrian asks, and you whip your head to the side to look at him.

Is he really that perceptive?

“Yeah, actually. Good catch. It’s a bottle called Alien?”

You’re not sure why you told him the name, it’s not like he would know the designer brands.

“Did you buy that because of those alien birds we fought?”

“Butterflies aren’t—,” You pause, and smooth your skirt, “No, I just liked it.”

“I like it too. It’s better than the one you usually wear. It’s sexy. I think I smell Jasmine? Is that it?”

You just stare wide eyed at the fact that he said you smelled sexy, and all you can do is nod. It is jasmine. Adrian is convinced butterflies are birds and you cannot tell him otherwise but somehow he can pick up on exact scents expertly like it’s some kind of superpower.

“Thank you, Adrian,” you say, and you just let the moment sit between you. You have recently had your hand between your legs over the mere sight of him and now he’s here letting you play passenger princess and telling you that you smell sexy. You think of your underwear, now knowing he possesses the other half of the set you feel wildly insecure.

Granted, if he actually does see the set tonight, he’ll know why is doesn't match and rip it off you eagerly regardless, but another more neurotic part of you thinks that the underwear is make or break. That part of your brain says that if your underwear set doesn't match he’s literally going to reject you and either kick you out of his place or leave your place.

You smooth your skirt again even though it absolutely doesn't need it.

Adrian turns the volume up on the radio, gleefully singing along to the Kylie Minogue song that started playing. His smile and his attempt to act the lyrics pry you momentarily out of your nerves and you join in, singing your heart out trying to harmonize with him.

At a particularly high note, you get bold and grab his shoulder while you both belt the lyric, not unlike how bold you were when you leaned on him during Fargo. Aridan leans into the touch, and even momentarily looks away from the road to meet the intensity of the popstar moment. You smile as you hold the note, eyes meeting his and god, his eyes are so pretty. Your hand stays on his shoulder until the end of the song, and then he returns to mainly focus on the road.

It's easy to take in his features under the streetlights this way, while his eyes scan the road and he now much more quietly sings along to a Taylor Swift song. He knows you're not a Swiftie, but you've told him more than enough times you'd never shame him. He could sing it loud if he wants, you'd be his audience of one. His smile still tugs at his face, barely dimpled and rising to meet his strong cheekbones. Even with his big aviator glasses you can see the way his eyes wrinkle a little at the corner when he laughs.

Its when your eyes drift down to his jawline that makes you stop. Stubble dusts his jawline, not anything strong enough to be the beginnings of a beard, but not nothing.

Just enough to give the insides of your thighs a rash if he…

Girl, get your mind out of the gutter!

The stubble surprises you because Adrian’s usually so put together, at least in this sense. He’s almost always clean shaven, he gets his haircut on routine, and he never bites his nails. Physically, he’s well put together. The stubble makes it almost seem like he was rushing, like he put off his routine for something else. Come to think of it, he seemed kind of in a rush to leave headquarters today, and then he made that video. Did he have enough time to…? No, he couldn't have. Could he?

“Hey, want me to find a classic rock station or something? I know you don't like Taylor, and I shouldn't, Dorian says she’s for whiny girls that cant get a date but I don't agree, I think she's actually really talented,” Adrian stops when he notices you’re just watching him talk. He does that a lot around you, you’ve noticed. Maybe it’s because you actually don’t tell him to shut the fuck up whenever he gets a little excited.

“Oh, but I don’t mean you think like Dorian. I’m sure your reason is…. nuanced,” he pauses, as if he was searching for the word, “You’re way smarter than my brother.”

“This is fine, Adrian. I can use this little dance you're doing as blackmail sometime when I want you to do something for me,” you throw that joke out totally expecting it to just go over his head, or for him to say something about the morality of blackmail.

“Well that’s dumb,” He replies seriously, “You don’t need to blackmail me. I would do anything for you.”

Your hand moves to brush the sleeve of his jacket, moving almost on its own accord.

“I— thank you. Same, uh, same for you,” you’re a little dumb struck by the earnest response, but Adrian has a habit of doing this to you, whether he knows it or not.

The rest of the ride to the bar is relatively easier on your nerves, his comment giving you confidence to form up a little more firm of a plan. You’ll get him alone, maybe asking for a favor. Maybe you’re worried to get a drink alone in this short little skirt and oh no, you’d hate for someone to get skewered because they touched something that didn’t belong to them, right?

That’ll have to work, you figure as he pulls into the parking lot of the bar. It’s nothing special, the bar you always go to for hang out nights, but tonight it feels imposing, the building itself feeling like a threat while he puts the Sebring into park and basically jumps out of the drivers seat. You hurriedly do the same and he grabs your hand to pull you into the entrance of the dive, the only sports bar in Evergreen your crew hasn’t been kicked out of yet, but you’re well on your way to being there too. The contact of his hand in yours is warm, so much so that your forearm even burns, you feel his touch radiate all the way up your arm and into your torso. It’s thrilling, walking into this little dive with Adrian holding your hand, like for a moment you can pretend you’re actually his and you’re just a normal couple coming for some beers and a round of pool or two.

But he drops your hand the second you spot the others. You try not to feel completely butthurt about it, but a certain coldness starts to grow within you.

You greet everyone with a smile, hugs and banter and everything normal, and if they sense your nerves towards Adrian, none of them mention it.

It’s easy to get your drinks and settle in at your regular stool at the bar, seated turned away from the bartender next to Emilia while Adrian and Chris stand in front of the both of you. It strategically shook out that way a while ago. Chris was close to Emilia and Leota if standing in the middle, you could lean behind Emilia to speak to Leota, Adrian and you got along best outside of him and Chris, and John could shout if he had something to add to what you were saying and you’d listen even if the other men wouldn’t.

Tonight’s soundtrack is a mystery. That is, whoever has control of the touchtunes for the bar tonight is a mystery. Its routine that at least one of your group throws twenty or so dollars onto the touchtunes app and torments the others with their music tastes for the whole night when you go out.

Usually you can tell who it is. Adrian goes for eighties pop or top 40 hits, John goes for indie rock or european metal, Chris is all power metal, Leota is blues or early hip-hop, Emilia is early country, and you’re usually the classic rock or nineties pop. Tonight is a weird mix of a little of it all with some pop punk thrown in the mix. Knowing you didn’t touch the app before coming here, it has to be your group fighting for dominance not only with each other but with another patron.

A Front Bottoms song about being emotionally stunted plays while you order your first margarita of the night, extra salt on the rim, and Adrian moves protectively behind you so no one can shimmy their way in next to your seat while you order. He always does this, as he says, so no one butts in and orders when it should be your turn.

That’s fair, you think.

The bartender puts extra salt on the rim just the way you like it, and you take a long sip before calling Adrian off of his attack dog routine.

Conversation flows easily from there as the booze keeps flowing. Good natured banter and ribbing sprinkled in with non sequiturs from Adrian that are met with mixed results but it's something you've come to find comfort in. You've almost completely forgotten the annoyance over the fact that your underwear doesn't match.

It gets to the point after your second margarita that you finally feel confident enough to try to get Adrian alone. No better time than the present and you've clocked that he keeps pausing his sentences to openly watch you lick the salt off the rim of your glass.

You all laugh at something Economos says about a date he’d recently been on- the fact that he’s finally stopped dying his beard seems to be doing wonders for his dating profile, and thankfully Chris doesn't make any comments about that. At least none that you can catch, but you turn your attention back to your drink.

You take another sip, and then dart your tongue out again to get a little bit more of the salt, your eyes meeting Adrian’s again and you know it's time to pull the trigger on this plan.

“Can I ask you something?” you ask, adding, “Over there? I don’t want to spoil Fargo for Adebayo, she just started watching.”

“I did not—,” Leota starts, and then stops herself. She realizes that she wasn’t supposed to hear you using her as your excuse to get him alone, and is a real one for that. You’ll have to buy a hat for her Keeya’s dogs the next time you get one of those weird targeted ads.

“Are you sure we can’t just text? I know that's bad friend etiquette, but…”

You don’t know where the fuck he picked something like that up, seeing as this team and your surrounding friends are not typical in any way.

“I want to have a discussion real quick, I promise it’ll be easier than texting,” you shoot him a smile and his concern melts into a smile and he agrees.

He helps you off of your barstool and you lead him to the other side of the bar, taking advantage of the L-shape that you can still see your friends but theyre far enough that this can be a private moment. You sit in a new barstool, feeling weirdly cold that its not your usual seat and Adrian parks himself on the stool next to yours.

“So what’d you wanna ask, Cowgirl?”

There's that damn nickname again, and his tweet from the other night flashes through your mind to shake your composure, but you soldier on. He casually sips his beer and the anticipation is clear on his face. He must be so happy to have someone else to talk about his favorite show with him, and you're just happy you have friends with things to talk to them about again.

“Do you think Satchel and Rabbi will make it out?” You ask, and maybe you should have thought of a question when you came up with this plan instead of winging it. With five more episodes left of the season, you know the bloodshed isn’t over.

“I hope so! I don't want the Fadda’s to win the turf war,” Adrian answers, enthusiastic to talk about his favorite show.

“Do you think anyone’s going to die in the next episode?” you ask, wanting him to just keep talking. You could listen to him talk for weeks and not get tired of it.

“Oh I think Gaetano’s gonna get it next. His brother’s tired of him and wants to take the power for himself! It’ll just be interesting to see if that happens, what kind of a power vacuum that would cause in a crime syndicate like that. I mean, I’ve never seen it. I just kill them all. Get rid of a flower at the root, right?”

“I think you mean getting rid of a weed at the root.”

“No, it's definitely a flower. What else would gardeners be doing so often to change out flowers?”

You don't know how to argue against that, so you just nod towards him and clink your glass on his bottle.

“Guess we’ll just have to see at the next sleepover, huh?” he asks, and there's pure glee on his face. If you didn't know any better, you'd say your agreeing to a Fargo sleepover was the highlight of his week.

“Guess so, speaking of, should I bring any snacks, or wine?”

“No! No definitely not,” Adrian assures you, “I have a picture of your favorite wine bottle saved in my phone, I’ll make sure you have some for the episode.”

Heat rises in your cheeks and you find yourself nervously smoothing your skirt from where it's ridden up on the stool again.

“Are you trying to get me drunk next week?” You joke, winking and hoping he picks up on your tone.

“No, I’d never do that. Unless you wanted me to. It's your choice, because you're a strong woman and I’m a feminist.”

You laugh, but not at him. That was… the cutest fucking thing.

“Should we go back to the group?” Adrian asks, but whether it's his actual tone or just your margarita fueled hope, he sounds like he’s asking that question more because it's something he's seen as socially acceptable and not because he wants to.

“Maybe in a bit, I like getting to talk to you alone,” you admit, your hand drifting closer to his on the counter, almost close enough to touch.

“Okay, I might be wrong, and if I am you can just punch me or call me a creep but…”

You lift your margarita up to your lips, eyebrows arched at him and silently urging him to continue.

“Are we flirting?” Confusion is evident on his face, but there's something else there too… enthusiasm? Excitement?

But yes, yes, God fucking dammit yes you want to say the moment youre done with this sip, you want to scream for the entire bar to know you are in fact hitting on Adrian Chase.

But just as your fingertips brush his knuckles, you're interrupted.

“Hey,” Chris slides into the space to stand between yours and Adrian’s barstools, “You seeing anyone?”

You look confused between Chris and Adrian until you start to see Adrian’s brows furrow behind the wire rims of his aviator glasses.

When you realize the question is directed at you, you splutter into your margarita, some of it splashing up into your nose. Holy fuck, that stings.

“Dude, what the fuck…” you hear Adrian mumble, but all you see is red. Chris is playing a dangerous game, with Emilia in the room and you wanting to be able to explode him with your mind right now. You had Adrian right there, you were about to make the move, you were about to do it and then he had to come and ruin it. Cockblocker of the century in all his muscled glory.

“No, I am not seeing anyone,” you confirm not at all trying to hide the venom in your voice, and then add, “Emilia is right over there dude, what kind of fucking game are you playing?”

Emilia and Chris have been sniffing around each other for months now, not unlike… well, not unlike the way you and Adrian have lately. What on earth could his stupid reasoning be for hitting on you in front of her? Of course, he has the audacity of looking shocked at your questions, as if you’re the ridiculous one in this situation.

“You know, I just figured if I bought you a drink and she got jealous she would finally want to… you know…” Chris verbalizes, slowing down when he hears how this plan sounds once it's out of his mouth.

“Oh.”

“Uh huh. You think that’ll work on someone like Harcourt? I mean, where did you even get that plan, a Disney Channel Original Movie?”

Even if Harcourt wasn’t exactly in shape to murder him right now between physical therapy appointments and 'taking it easy', you know she would emotionally eviscerate him. You look over his shoulder to try to get Adrian’s attention, only to see him ordering another Miller Lite and fully ignoring what’s going on between you and Chris. Fuck, shit. You can see your window of opportunity closing in on you.

“Listen, some of those DCOMs are solid movies. Camp Rock? Lemonade Mouth?”

Chris is wildly serious about this.

“I’m literally going to kill you,” you seethe, before downing your drink.

“Oh my god,” Chris exclaims, and then looks between the two of you.

“Oh my god,” he repeats, “Did I interrupt something?”

The people on the stools in front of him paint a story: you about to jump off of your stool to strangle him, and Adrian, equally and uncharacteristically agitated sipping his beer and refusing to make eye contact with either of you.

“Oh, I definitely did. You and him? Really? Are you—“

“Get out of here!” you shout, and he finally gets the hint to head back to his not-girlfriend. He nods and tips the neck of his beer towards you in salute and you slam your glass down onto the counter so hard you could have broken it.

Chris walks awkwardly back, not quite a run but not a walk either— he knows you and Emilia are going to have a chat about this later and he knows he’ll hear all about it. You and Emilia are funny that way, you don’t judge her for being into Chris, and she doesn’t judge that you’ve hooked up with two guys named Adrian even though you’ve sworn to her that you totally don’t like Adrian and there’s nothing there. The two of you only text about it at least twice a week.

Adebayo shoots you a weird look from her place next to Emilia at the L-shaped bar, one that has you confused until you realize she’s looking just past you.

Adrian is seething, curled lip like a bad Elvis impersonation and all. You’ve actually never seen him angry, you realize.

You've seen him annoyed, dejected, worried, that kicked puppy look, but never angry. He’s angry at Chris and there isn't much of a way to interpret this other than he wanted to hear your answer to his question. But would he even want it now?

“Adrian?” you ask, hand reaching again for him but finding the space on the counter it once inhabited empty.

“Adrian?” you repeat a little more sharply, and he finally looks at you, his gaze instantly softening. The anger is still there, but his face shows it's not directed at you.

“If your drink was empty would you have let him buy you one?” his tone is low and even, and you recognize this as a tone he’s only donned when he’s in Vigilante mode.

“No, are you kidding?” you ask, exasperated by all of this interruption in your plan.

“No?” the confusion is evident in his voice.

“No,” you clarify, “I don't want Chris to buy me a drink. Ever. Ew.”

“Is it because of Emilia?” he asks innocently, either choosing not to read your signals or just trying to figure out friend-code.

“No. I mean, yes I wouldn't do that to her. But I wouldn't want Chris no matter what.”

He nods, and seems to understand.

Your answer hangs in the air, though. As if he doesn't know how to parse this territory. You've eased his obvious worries but maybe he needs you to be a bit obvious with making the first move.

Here goes nothing.

You turn your glass up, tilting your head back as you finish it and immediately slam it back on the counter. You look to Adrian expectantly, crossing your legs as your skirt rides up even higher on your thighs. You don't miss the way his eyes dart downward.

“Buy me a drink, Adrian?”

His eyes snap back up to your face.

“You want another one?”

“I want you to buy me a drink,” you assert, “And yes, we were flirting before Chris interrupted.”

There's no way he could misinterpret that. His face contorts in a few different ways, at first in a twinge of anger, then confusion, then realization before settling in an easy smile, wide and he nods at you.

“Cool, I was hoping we were. I’ve been wanting to flirt with you for a while,” he admits trying to sound calm, while wildly waving his hand to get the bartenders attention.

The bartender comes over quickly, knowing your team and how they act, that’s probably in his best interest.

“This lovely lady that I’m flirting with would like a third and final margarita please! And put her other two drinks on my tab too, that’s what actual nice guys do,” he asserts, and watches carefully as the bartender makes your drink, his typical guarding of your drinks not changing even though he doesn’t get up off of his barstool to physically shield you and your drink.

“My other drinks too? Oh my, are you trying to get lucky tonight?” you joke, but god are you flattered. The margaritas here are not super cheap, and your wifi bill is due.

“Yes?” He confirms it, but frames it like a question.

“You sure?” You ask.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want to get lucky,” he confirms, then realizes what he’s said, “With you. I want to get lucky with you.”

“Good, me too,” you agree, taking a sip of your last margarita.

“Hashtag me too,” you hear him mumble, a weird little habit you've noticed he picked up. You lick the salt from the rim again, and this time he audibly groans. You arch your eyebrow and do it again, this time taking your time to flatten your tongue along the rim of the glass to get the margarita salt. He digs his fingers into the material of his jeans covering his thigh, and you watch his knuckles turn white. God, if only that was his hand around your neck and…

“It makes me so hard when you do that, you have to stop doing that. Or at least stop doing that in public,” Adrian admits through gritted teeth, and you take pity on him, grabbing his hand from off of his leg and entwining it in your own.

“Good to know, I’ll only order margaritas when you're about to take me home from now on.”

His hand squeezes yours.

“I don't know if you're joking but every time you order a margarita I want to take you home,” his tone is deadly serious, and his eyes don't even hide the way they rake up and down your body anymore.

“I’ll keep that in mind and use it to my advantage,” you say, taking the initiative to sip your drink a little faster than the others tonight. Not to get drunk, but so that you can get into his Sebring faster and get actually alone with him.

“I love this outfit,” Adrian says, and it's awkward, but honest. Flirting is… not his thing as far as you can tell, but damn if it is not working on you anyway.

“Yeah?” you ask, a coy smile as you finish off what you're going to drink of the margarita.

Adrian leans in close, so close you can smell his deodorant.

“Love how easy it’ll be to take off,” he clarifies, whispering in your ear.

What do you even say to that? You don't know, how he manganese so often to leave you speechless, so you just dip your head down to rest your forehead on his shoulder and hum.

His other hand releases his now empty Miller bottle and pulls you back gently by the shoulder.

“Hey, why are you pouting?”

You hadn't even realized you were.

“Take me home, Adrian.”

You don't have to tell him twice. He slides himself off the barstool before literally lifting you off of yours, being careful not to lift you too high so your skirt wouldn't flash anyone before putting you back down.

“Bye guys!” Adrian shouts, “We’re going to go back home to our own homes! I’m not going to kiss her once were outside!”

You can’t even feel embarrassed at how Adrian announces your departure because once again his hand is in yours and guiding you. You wave bye to everyone with your free hand, heat rising in your cheeks as you try to hide the fact that you want to smile until your face aches.

He barely gets the door open before hes grabbing you close and kissing you, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly.

It's better than you could have ever imagined. In the many times youve thought about kissing Adrian, you've imagined him eager, enthusiastic, sloppy, fast, but never so achingly desperate. He kisses slowly, like how time moves during a car crash, lips moving hard and deliberate against your own to pull more, more, more, from you.

When he retreats, your lips follow his before you come back down to earth.

“Wow,” you gasp, “I've been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Not as long as I have,” he retorts, that seriousness still evident in his tone. Holy shit.

“Let's get the fuck out of here, please.”

He wastes no further time bringing you back to where you parked earlier, opening the door for you before trotting around the car to the driver’s side and basically jamming his key into the ignition.

He gets out of the parking lot and onto the main road before your heart drops. Fuck. Your underwear. Your awkward ugly mismatched set. The bra that's his uniform colors but the basic black panties that match okay but not enough to be sexy.

“Hey, can I be honest with you?” you blurt out before you can really think about what you're saying.

Adrian tenses up, and hits the brakes a little too sudden for the light changing ahead of you.

“Were you not being honest with me before?”

Fuck, shit, fuck wrong wording.

“No! I mean yes, I was being honest before. It's just…” You try to parse the right words, “I had this planned, to make a move on you. I wanted to impress you.”

“Everything you do impresses me,” he interrupts, and you quickly thank him before you continue.

“But I had this whole outfit, and then a very specific underwear set I wanted to wear in case I was, you know, successful,” you sigh, “But the underwear I was going to wear that matched with the bra went missing, so if you want to like, ignore all this you can.”

You gesture to your outfit and your body awkwardly, not used to feeling so unsure of yourself, but Adrian makes you feel like a schoolgirl with a weird crush again.

He's silent for a bit, focusing on the road and making his way to his apartment building as fast as he can while still following all of the traffic laws.

“Was it the black and teal set?” he finally cuts the silence, and your blood runs cold. You knew he had the underwear, but you weren't about to call him out about his tweet further than the comment about them missing.

“Uh, yeah,” you admit quietly, now trying to look anywhere but at the profile of his handsome face.

“Do you want them back? I can like, hand them back to you and you can go change if you want when we get back to my place?” he asks like it's a normal situation you find yourselves in. Not a ‘coworkers that make weird moves on each other on twitter through nude videos and strategic likes' situation.

“Hey, look at me,” he commands gently, noticing your silence.

You turn to him, and there's this blissful little smile on his face; he’s looking at you like you hang the moon and stars.

“You're not as discreet on twitter as you think you are, but I’m really glad you didnt find it gross,” his voice is wavering a little, like he’s nervous to be saying this. Fuck, you knew you werent as fast on that scroll past his video the other morning. You're just glad he’s not disgusted by you, the fact that he knows, that you're both a little perverted and he accepts it. If he can accept it so can you.

“I’m glad you didnt find me gross either,” you admit, a little less bold than you had been.

Adrian scoffs.

“Are you kidding? A hot woman like you liking videos of me? Did you get off to me?” he asks eagerly.

“Maybe…” you admit, a little coy, a little more confident again.

“Maybe?”

“Okay yes,” you admit, finding the courage to reach out and touch his forearm, “I did. More than a little.”

“Good!” his arm slides from where it’s on the wheel to place his hand very carefully on your bare thigh, ‘I definitely got off knowing you were watching.”

You feel hot all over knowing that, the confirmation that the tweets were about you even though you knew they were. That there was no possibility they were about that new hostess at Fennel Fields, and that he was getting off at the thought of you seeing them.

“Can I ask how you knew they were me?” you ask, you hand enveloping his and pushing it up your thigh to flirt with the hem of your skirt.

“That was easy,” he says, not even looking at you as he squeezes your thigh, before dipping his fingertips closer to the inside of your thigh, “Your twitter name was a Fargo reference. You're my Fargo buddy.”

You really should have been more subtle with that, but you don't find yourself giving a shit when his calloused fingers are running themselves up and down your inner thigh and he pulls the car into his apartment’s parking lot.

“Fuck,” you whisper, his pinky just barely brushing under the hem of your skirt.

“I know, you should have been more sneaky,” he agrees, even though that's not what you were reacting to.

“Shut up,” you laugh, “Just get me upstairs, Adrian.”

He throws the car in park and gets out as hastily as possible.

He jogs around to your side of the car and this time you actually open the door yourself.

“You don't actually want me to shut up, right?” he asks as you climb out of the car, legs a little shaky from nerves and arousal.

“Of course not,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I dont want you to hold back in any way.”

#adrian chase x reader

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jewishbarbies · 7 months

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i know i sound like a meanie but OH MY FUCKING GOD this whole taylor swift-travis kelce shit is making me SO DARN ANNOYED i need to get it out somehow.

first of all, i used to be pretty neutral about TSwift. Most of her music was never my tea, but i liked folklore-evermore and some bits of midnights quite a lot. i considered myself a casual fan, i did not know neither did i care at all about what her life beyond her music was.

till this year: what a shitshow she's gotten into since breaking up with joe. why is her life suddenly a public spectacle that SHE herself is orchestrating and shoving down everyone's throat. the pap walks the obviously sightings with her "girlfriends" for pr reasons the "flings". tf is she trying to prove? what happened to her wanting a private and protected personal life?

it seems like she is trying to clean up her association with matty asshole healy from public memory by this sudden and out of nowhere "fairytale whirlwind romance" with a hunky sports hunk. it's so obviously PR motivated it's CRINGE. are people not seeing it.

and the public discourse surrounding it all- holy fuck. "taylor is finally dating a manly man" "no more emo actors/musicians for our mother" "they are like a highschool romance movie" "a man that is as rich as her who won't get insecure" "every girl wants to be an athlete gf" "taylor in her WAG era" EW. JUST STOP IT. everything i learn about them has been against my will and i dare swifties to go around saying "dont make taylor's music all about her love life she's more than that". NO GIRL THAT'S LITERALLY EVERYTHING THERE IS TO HER. name good one song she's written about something more profound than some guy she fancies and how he doesn't treat her well. i cringe even more thinking about how in a couple months this all will end and these same people will go with pitchforks against the dude.

apparently joe alwyn's biggest crime was just not wanting to be a part of this circus. i wonder how long will this go on truly. taylor's fame and influence has reached its saturation point i think, only the crash can follow. and oh boy will it be something to watch

#Asks #anonymoose #anti taylor swift #swifties dni

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seeminglyranch87 · 6 months

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Taylor & Travis Timeline

September 2023 - part 2

September 17 - Chiefs v Jaguars, Everbank Stadium, Jacksonville, FL. Chiefs defeat Jaguars 17 - 9

Travis returns to play after his knee injury in the Chiefs vs Jaguars game. During the game, sports commentator Ian Eagle makes multiple Taylor Swift song references (x)

"Kelce finds a blank space for the score!"

Taylor goes out for dinner at Zero Bond with Blake Lively in NYC (x)

September 18 - Sports commentator, Rich Eisen, posts a video to instagram of him making Taylor Swift song references during Travis' training (x). “Look what you made me do, @killatrav.”

"The injury, one would think is delicate. He's been able to shake it off"

Travis replies

"Well played Rich... Well played 👏🏻😂"

September 20 - Jason Kelce, on the WIP morning show, is asked about the Taylor and Travis rumours, and he responds

"Its hard to answer because I don't really know a lot about what's happening in Travis' love life... but having said that, I think he's doing great and I think its all 100% true, and i hope this thing goes a mile - no I'm joking, I don't know what's happening."

(x 0:30)

Travis speaks with Kristen Cavallari on her podcast Let's Be Honest where they talk dating. Travis says he is not interested dating someone "high maintenance" but the "initial spark is always fun" and looking for a partner "based on how kind hearted and sweet like my mother is" and they need to "have some sweetness to you" (x)

September 21 - Travis, on the Pat McAfee show, says he thought it was "hilarious" how much traction the situation had, saying

“I threw the ball in her court... I told her I’ve seen you rock the stage in Arrowhead, you might have to come see me rock a stage in Arrowhead and see which one is a little more lit. We’ll see what happens in the near future”

So at this point it's obvious that arrangements had been made for Taylor to attend Travis' next game at Arrowhead Stadium, on Sept 24th. (x)

The Messenger publishes an article (x)

"She and Travis have hung out twice, and it's nothing serious. She thinks he is very charming, and they have been texting this last week," the insider exclusively tells The Messenger. "He is a little embarrassed at how much attention they are getting, but he has told her he would love to continue seeing her."

September 22 - At his Kelce Car Jam (x), Travis is seen wearing a 'Vigilante Sh*t' friendship bracelet, given to him by a swiftie at the event (x)

September 24 - Chiefs v Chicago Bears, Arrowhead Stadium, Kansas City. The Chiefs defeat the Bears 41 - 10.

The day Taylor and Travis broke the internet. Taylor is seen with Travis' mum, Donna, in Travis' suite at Arrowhead Stadium. During the game, Travis gets a touchdown and Taylor reaction goes viral, as she's seen hi-5ing, chest bumping, yelling and banging on the glass. Notably, her reaction receives more airtime than the actual plays of the match and it makes international news. After the game, Taylor and Travis drive off in his convertible and have dinner together at the Prime Social Rooftop. After this, the two reportedly celebrate with the team and leave the venue between 1am and 2am. (x seemingly ranch origins)

Taylor & Travis leave Arrowhead stadium together after the game (x)

Travis & Taylor drive off together in a convertible - no security in sight (x)

Travis and Taylor were seen arriving at 8:45pm to Prime Social, KC and drinking together & showing lots PDA according to others present at the invite only occasion (x)

TMZ posts a photo of Taylor and Travis after the game (x).

Travis and Taylor were seen arriving at 8:45pm and showing lots PDA according to others present at the invite only occasion (x)

September 25 - Details come out about Taylor and Travis' night after the game. A source tells ET (x) (x)

"Travis bought out the restaurant for his family and team. Taylor arrived, wearing a denim dress, and was seen snacking, having some cocktails and dancing alongside Travis. The two were very affectionate with one another but kept things fun and lighthearted. Travis' teammates also showed up to the after-party, as well as his mom and dad, Donna and Ed. The party lasted until 2 a.m."

Coach Reid of the KC Chiefs, when asked about Taylor Swift, jokingly says (x 5:57)

"I set them up."

New England Patriots head coach Bill Belichick, a noted Swift fan who attended the Eras Tour at Gillette Stadium said (x) (x)

"Travis Kelce has had a lot of big catches in his career, this would be the biggest."

In the days following September 24th, the term 'the Taylor Swift effect' is used frequently to describe the unique impact Taylor has on culture, media, and football in particular. (x) (x) The official NFL tiktok and twitter pages change their name and image to reference Taylor's appearance at the game, also tweeting a video of the two of them with the caption "two goats".

September 26 - Taylor is seen leaving Kansas City in her plane "2 days after attending Travis Kelce's Chiefs game" (x)

People publishes an article (x)

"They're just hanging out, and there's no pressure," a source tells People after Swift attended the Kansas City Chiefs' game on Sunday

The source says the pair are still in the "super, super early days" of getting to know one another.

"They're having fun," adds the insider, noting that Swift and Kelce had met prior to her attendance at the game. "This was Taylor's first time meeting his mom and dad, and everyone was enjoying themselves. She was super chill and low-key hanging out with his friends and family."

September 27 - Ep55 S2 of the New Heights podcast airs. Travis and Jason mention that the podcast has reached 1 million followers on youtube (a big jump from the 800k followers they had the week prior). Travis addresses all the excitement around Taylor attending the game and expresses his gratitude that she was there, whilst still respecting Taylor's privacy. Jason fills Travis in on the "400% increase" in Travis Kelce jersey sales (x) (x)

Jason Kelce goes on the 94WIP Morning Show and responds to the media frenzy around Taylor attending Travis' game, saying (x)

"My reaction was exactly... this is exactly what I think is going to happen. She's going to go to the game and the world is going to lose their g*ddamn mind"

In response to another question about the nature of Taylor and Travis' relationship, Jason says (x)

"I would say with this one, it definitely seems like he is going above and beyond to be a gentleman."

Heinz debut a 'Ketchup and Seemingly Ranch' flavour after Taylor inspired the viral tweet with her choice of game snack. (x) (x) (x) Vogue also mention 'seemingly ranch' (x)

September 28 - Mark Cuban on First Take says Taylor should break up with Travis and date one of the Dallas Mavericks. Travis tweets a reply (x)

i.e. let me join the Mavericks for 10 days and she will be dating one of your players... he can and will fight

Jordan Schultz, NFL insider, says that Taylor plans to attend the Chiefs vs Jets game (at Metlife Stadium on October 1) to watch Travis play for the second time. (x) (x)

A video and photo is published by the Daily Mail of Taylor from September 24. She is seen with Travis' friends and family as they leave his house and head to the Chiefs game. The footage appears to be taken from a neighbours doorbell camera, hence due to its intrusive nature I will not be posting it.

September 30 - A tweet is posted stating that Donna, Travis' mum, confirmed "two weeks ago" that Travis and Taylor were dating. Presumably the Eagles vs Vikings game on September 14 (x)

Taylor is seen attending Inez Reynolds' birthday party with Blake and Ryan

Travis was rumoured to have visited Taylor at her NYC apartment this afternoon (x). Travis was seen returning to his hotel being dropped off by Taylor's security (x)

Later that day, Taylor went out for a girls night with Blake, Sophie, Melanie, Brittany, Ashley, Robyn Lively, and others at Emilio’s Ballato Italian restaurant in NYC (x) (x)

Travis went out for dinner with his team to Meduza Mediterrania. He is photographed returning to the team's hotel by 11pm (their curfew)

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crazybutgood · 2 years

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Day 1 (phoebe-delia)

The first gift is dedicated to @phoebe-delia from @basicallyahedgehog! Please click on the images for better quality and view the video for the quotes inside the book 😊:

Images’ description: in the image on the left, there’s a closed green origami book with ‘phoebe’ written on the front cover in cursive in black ink. In the image on the right, the book is opened to show its pages and the cactus origami bookmark.

Video description: the full cactus bookmark is shown. The book is flipped through to display the quotes handwritten in cursive in blue ink from Phoebe’s fics. The quotes shown here are also typed out below the cut.

Phoebe, here’s Georgie’s fic rec and message to you!:

Pheebs, my musical-loving, Drarry and Jeddy shipping, glee love-hating, Swiftie brain twin. I do not have the words for just how much you mean to me. In just a few short months you have become not only an incredible friend, but truly a little sister.

Your all-caps tags and discord messages never fail to make my day, and I know that I will always have someone in my corner with you around. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I would 100000000% fight someone for you, and would gladly jump on a plane to do so.

You are truly a one of a kind friend, and I am so so incredibly grateful for you. I love you to the edges of the universe and back.

To quote a certain cactus, “I want to see how many times I can bring unexpected joy into your life.” (Life’s like an hourglass glued to the table)

funny how those memories, they last (T, 2154) (Teddy/James, background Draco/Harry)

“Name’s Teddy Lupin. I’m Andromeda’s grandson. Your dad hired me to lend a hand on the ranch.”

James shook himself, mind whirring with vague memories of his dad mentioning some family friend who was a cousin of Draco’s. He hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, and he assumed Teddy was, well, a child. Not some blue-haired, smirking suave sex god with dimples and an endearingly crooked nose who just waltzed into the kitchen with his tight jeans and sweaty shirt and opened the fridge like he lived here, while James stood there in a ratty t-shirt and boxers with snitches on them.

I had the absolute pleasure of watching this fic come to life, and it will never not bring me joy. Confident, ranch hand Teddy and awkward, sweet James? Yes please. Throw in a side of hot rancher Harry and matchmaker Draco, and this fic is the perfect feel-good read, as is its gorgeous sequel.

Go leave some love for Phoebe on this fic, and check out her ao3 here! Book’s quotes and corresponding fics are below the cut:

this is me trying (T, 12k)

1. We all have our struggles and reasons for them. What’s important is that we take the steps we can every day to make them better.

2. “Ah, yes, the ceremonial bread exchange which must begin any fledgling friendship.”

3. “Well, yes, but my point is that maybe we weren’t who we each needed to be, yet, in order to become friends.”

sweet dreams of holly and ribbon (T, 1227)

Draco, usually so serious and buttoned-up, approached each tree with childlike wonder, and the sight of him so happy and uninhibited made Harry’s heart clench with something he usually tried to suppress.

all i need is you next to me (T, 749) (Jeddy)

"I play with balls for a living, Ted, with other young, sweaty, fit men."

Be Mine: Phoebe's Candy Hearts, Chapter 6 (T) (fem!Drarry)

“I’m so in love with you I can taste it,”

funny how those memories, they last (T, 2154) (Jeddy, background Drarry)

James nodded, leaning in to kiss him. Above them, the stars twinkled with hope.

Come Back, Be Here (T, 834) (Jeddy)

when I was away, whenever I thought of home, I didn’t think of the ranch or the cabin or the horses or the Burrow. I thought of you

#book 1 #gifted to #phoebe-delia #from #basicallyahedgehog #author appreciation origami project #cbg folds #origami #mine #fic rec #jeddy #drarry #fem!Drarry #harry potter

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womanexile · 11 months

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I don't get while majority of the swifties assume that "Maroon" is about jake. Isn't he the guy with the upper-crust cirles and a million-dollar couch in IBYTAM? Why the hell would he have a roommate and why would he be drinking cheap wine? 🤣 either way, Taylor was already seeing Harry before red was even released right? Hence "this love" written days prior to Red's release. Maroon is a deeper variation of red, like transitioning from the intensity of love that "red" was to coming down from the high of it- like signifying the end of something. *The end of taylor's love for jake and transitioning to Harry?*

Plus, it makes much more sense for it to be Harry. "We were lyin' on the couch" and "Laughing with my feet on your lap" just seems so connected- as if it was the same scenario. Basically being a homebody together with your significant other.

"The one I was dancing with in New York, no shoes, looked up at the sky and it was Maroon" I mean.. need I say more? The dirty dancing where she literally dances with Harry with NO SHOES and looks up at the literal MAROON CEILING. (In the dirty dancing pic, the lighting is literally red and the ceilings are obv darker. It is literally maroon)

"The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me" and "like a wine stained dress I can't wear anymore" literally parallels with one another. I really don't think most of Taylor's bf's at the time would just randomly spill wine on her lmao.

"How the hell did we lose sight of us again?// Sobbing with your head in your hands" has the same vibes as "good girl, SAD boy" *also why do I find it funny that Taylor literally calls Harry a sad boy- I mean he was a teenager then, so justifiable I guess 😭. Also, doesn't it also seem connected to Harry's MMITH? "I gotta get better, gotta get better// And maybe we'll work it out"

Anyway, these verses pertains to a relationship that is ON and OFF but can't seem to end the relationship all together. "We were built to fall apart, then fall back together"

"You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway" parallels to Harry's "Meet me in the Hallway" AGAIN.

In short, Maroon seems to feature a relationship with someone that is younger and still immature. Wasn't Jake literally so DISMISSIVE of Taylor? That's how he was written in RED. And that is also how he was shown through Dylan's acting on ATW Short Film. Someone who didn't even show up at her 21st birthday, someone who refused to acknowledge that what they had was love.

He was OLDER and WISER and their dynamic was much different, with Taylor being the younger and the "more in-love" one in the relationship. There's no way that he would be sobbing with his head on his hands. It is also possible that Taylor titled it Maroon to lead fans into believing that its tied to RED hence- tied to Jake. And they're literally forgetting that Taylor was already seeing Harry during RED.

I guess swifties assume it’s jake cause maroon is a deeper red color but that doesn’t mean it’s about the same person. I really like you explanation of it. The majority of the songs on Red are either jake or Harry. I think it’s hard for some to believe that since it was only like a 3 week romance but it just shows how hard and fast they fell for each other. I think they started talking again in august. A little Conner overlap.

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swiftlydolphin13 · 1 year

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ok swifties i put my writing skills to an eras fanfic yes you read that correctly

My attempt an an eras fanfic lol Lol my fanfic era haha

[Based some elements on alef vernons eras art, specifically tayrealm/eras swords, this fan fic is non-canon to alef vernons work (unless you decide to get inspo from some of these scenes/stories, which i dont mind!!!) Just a big, for-fun, non-profit swiftie contribution to the fandom!!!! All stories are here on tumblr for free!!! For all the swifties (: and....Taylor??? (': ]

YUP AND SETTING IS THE LOVER HOUSE

~CHAPTER 1~

"Its been a long time coming!!!" Lover exhaled at the sight of her first order of crunchwrapped burritos rep had plopped on the table.

"You owe me, Love" rep uttered dryly, through a smile.

"Ha." chuffing coyly, lover could see right through rep, as always, knowing her edge was just for show. "I cant make any promises, but ill make you a drink." she grinned, and shyly dragged the warm package close to her.

"FOOD????" A disasterous cacophany of cowboy boots stomped down the spiral staircase. A Barely brushed, half-haggardly stumbling, debut.

"Not for you 'bu!" Rep waved over to her. "But sharing is caring!!!" debut exclaimed, "y'all know i was the first to move in here but the perks??? Dryer than snakeskin in the sahara desert. cant i get, like, special dibs on food????"

" 'Bu is right, sharing is caring!" lover scrunched her face in endearment toward debut. After all, being the youngest of the bunch, she rarely goes out too much on her own, and is always looking from the Outside. "get over here."

Wild curls, reveling in their early morning pre-brush reign, rattled and bounced as debut skipped across the living room into the kitchen.

"I ordered double,... Triple actually. i knew you and fearless would catch me now," lover winked.

"Fearless is asleep, but you can eat upstairs and bring her breakfast in bed this morning...."

"....Like a princess!" lover and debut chimed in unison.

'Bu beamed. She always had a soft spot for lover. After all. Shell never forget when she asked for all her old journals and had them organized and read out. She always had something wise to say about debuts wild shenanigans. She saw debut's wild fire almost as much as….

"HAS ANYONE SEEN THE BUTTERFLY I LEFT ON THE WINDOWSILL!?"

jars clattering and clanging can be heard from the kitchen, but its origins are far from it.

"Folklore what did you bring in the house THIS TIME!?" Rep exclaimed.

"IT WAS A RARE MORPH!" Her Footsteps slow ombre toward the kitchen, clatter and clinking of jars accompanied her.

she appeared with her typically umkept hair, yet somehow still harmonious with her tattered nightgown, always trailed by moss or leaves, despite always swearing she slept in the house the entire time (almost, at least)

"I found a rare dead monarch morph yesterday and left it by the windowsill, i hadnt preserved it yet cause i was due to go out to get some more supplies… Have any of you seen it…?"

"Listen i may be the snake of the group but i havent seen your butterfly, fol."

"Damn it!!! It was rare!!!! "

"I was THERE!" red skittered down the stairs to defend folklores lost claim.

red can usually be seen trailing behind folklore, Jittery and in endearingly awkward humor, in her squirrel pattern pijamas or squirrel morph, gathering up nuts of the chaotic kind.

"I remember it all too well... she placed it on the window sill last night."

Debut uttered a small squeak and looked at lover, while pointing to speak now's room.

Folklore caught the subtleties.

" speak now took my butterfly?"

"No…" Rep caught on.

Low rumbling Sounds emerged from speaknow's room.

"Oh…."

" its her time of month, isnt it?"

Smoke rose from the cat door as it slowly creaked open….. Scratches were heard from the door that seemed like a small pet. But Who emerged was far from it… a dragon, barely fitting the size of the door nonetheless.

"Yup" all said in unison.

"Looks like you skip breakfast today speak," Rep said.

"Yall never get me my cravings before they start!!! " she explained through her chewing. "So i had to resort to folklores room!!!" Speak rumbled, before coughing up some ash over folklore.

Omg Sorry!!! Morning voice :(

Nah, folklore waved a hand in the air. "Im covered in dirt anyways."

"But….i didnt eat the butterfly, swear. a muffled, cronching speak insisted. "Snacked on some of the wisterias though. Sorry :("

"Thats okay, i planted those for you :)"

Speak now: ……(:

"Well, then if you didnt then…."

Sounds of heaving were very audiably going down the stairs.

"Speak- speakn-n now isnt the only enchanted one here …" debut stuttered.

Yeah, we got merideth olivia, benji thats taken care of by…

An auburn cat emerges, looking sickly.

"Evermore…"

"EVERMORE YOU KNOW THOSE ARE POISONOUS!" folklore exclaimed.

"reeellalaax, im not THAT fucked in the head." evermore said through the coughs, " the butterfly? Oh thats GONE," evermore explained.

"Emergency spell last night, i have to show up for work today, and i cant show up to work LIKE THIS, im a monster on my time of month you know….. im not some fae that sprout wings once a month," she glared at folklore playfully.

"Ha, ha." Well, in MY OPINION… you should show up to work in whatever form of your nature."

"Im just as dignified;" evermore adds. but the spring lunar cycles are always that damn season for allergies…."

Folklore teased a smile. "Either way, i guess you cant pass my wrath this time."

Evermore took out a small jar of ember sap and took a sip. Smoke suddenly filled the room as a golden orb appeared around evermore, growing until she returned to her human form again.

"Thats MUCH BETTER." evermore straightened her terra cotta tone dress adjusting the frills and evergreen cape. "a temporary potion, but...As a high sorceress you think i'd get used to this by now, but im ashamed im probably still fucked in the head. I'll never remember to prep for these spring allergies."

Eras fanfic (updated 3/31/23)

-CHAPTER 2: JUMP THEN FALL-

Now that the dust had settled, the eras scattered to their respective morning dues.

Debut skittered upstairs with the breakfast burrito lover gave her and her plus one, eager to share it with her room neighbor.

Debut slowly peeked into fearless' room slowly creeped near her bed and… "…FEARLESS! BURRITO!!!"

fearless' wild curls covered her whole face, looking like a golden shrub that took over the sheets.

Debut tossed the burrito over any way, getting absorbed in the golden shrub.

"The scent should wake you up sleepyhead!!! commiting to the princess motif, arent you?"

"Mmmmhhh… whats going on…???"

Her mind caught up to the added warmth over her shoulder, and felt for its location without raising her face.

"Cmon!!! We can eat together by the patio. My burritos already getting cold!!!

Fearless finally turned over, sighing. Shes always one of the last to wake in the mornings, but was hardly ever grouchy. She tossed her hair out of her own face, and beamed deviously at debut.

"Its speak nows enchanted week right? Her time of month?"

"Yeah. She was the center of folklores butterfly fiasco this morning… Until it was evermore….."

"But thats a great excuse…." Fearless smiled.

" ....to have her fire our burritos."

debut burst out with a laugh "see ive always liked the way you think," "RACE YOU TO THE BATHROOM??? looks like ill win this time i got a head start!!!!"

"NOT ON MY WATCH !!!!" fearless sprang out of bed, and suddenly two wild golden streaks lined the hallways.

thinking they reached the bathroom, they burst in .

They bumped into the newest member of the family, and her room

Oh where are YOU TWO little rascals up to???

Ooohhh sorry midnights!!!!! We keep forgetting this rooms repurposed." Fearless looks flushed as she and debut look at eachother.

"No worries," midnights assured. She quickly turned to the erratically tweaking and ticking artisan grandmother clock she had been working on.

Ever since she moved in, Midnights room has been an enigma. Always hearing a plethora of creaks, tuning and turning gears in the middle of the night. None of the eras ever took the time to ask what was going on, and only assumed that midnights never desired to be bothered by such a question.

Now… debut and fearless wouldnt had dared step in hadnt they been serendipitously distracted by their competition… But now that they were here….

debut backed and turned away, with fearless hesitantly… turning back.

"What-…. Whatcha workin' on????"

Clinks and tinkering sounds of a pleaseant volume accompanied their conversation.

Ohhh, just a bit for a trip im taking…

"Ooohh!!!! Where are you going?? " fearless asked.

Debut tapped fearless on the shoulder. " more like when…. "

Suddenly what fearless hadnt noticed took form around her. A moving board of Maps of several time periods of each era mapped out on its cork wall, along with various equations, calculations and mysterious locations.

The room in fact was leviathan, ceilings raised up higher than the roof of the lover house itself, as well as its shape greatly mismatching. Rounded, it looked like a library belonging to an old castle rather than the refurbished bathroom fearless and debut had mistaken it for previously. walls stacked with books upon books, wooden bookshelves with a coat of midnight blue yet with edges fading. despite midnights new addition, it was as if time ran its course over them. wood embedded dividers of each section, portruding as intricate wooden carvings, lines parallelling then intertwining and streaking in parallell yet again. The heart beat of time echoing through the ceiling taken from a cathedral. The whole ambiance crisp, yet cold, as if the air from the room originated from elsewhere, as if midnights room was enchanted itself.

"Can we uhh… Take a look at your room??? Uh, weve never been here before and … It looks pretty neat." Fearless voice echoed, bouncing off the cielings. She mustered up some more confidence quickly, upon detecting midnights chilled nature.

"Sure, just dont touch anything."

Midnights spoke in a calm yet slightly stern voice, carring wisdom effortlessly with each intonation. A voice that could get even Fearless and debuts' fire to settle.

"Okay, " debut and fearless agreed.

The motioned across the room to a far corner, that had aisles of ancient looking artifacts that seemed engulfed in lore and story.

Debut and fearless could not resist, swords of different eras displayed, each with its set place to rest.

"Wow…. I never knew we had this much stuff…" Debut said in a hushed tone, in awe of the sythe before her.

"Omg look!!! Theres one for evermore and folklore too!! ….woah…. Does that mean i have one too??"

Fearless pitter pattered ahead of debut to the second aisle, And caught the glint of a golden sword..

"LOOK, Debut!! I HAVE ONE!!!!"

Debut caught up with fearless , careful to stay a safe distance from the swords.

"Lookk this is soooo cool and look you have one!!!"

Fearless' sword looked like an intricate key, while debuts looked mirrored like the surface of a lake.

She leaned in for a closer look.

"This is so neat…. " fearless' voice seemed to trail off.

"Yeah. I never knew we had this… Pretty cool. We can look more later though fearless, im actually kind of hungry…."

"Me… Tooo…." Fearless was entranced by the gleaming glint of her sword, which suddenly started glowing.

Oh my gosh, YOURE glowing!

"Yeah, its cool, the sword is doing that !!"

"No, YOURE GLOWING!"

fearless looked at her own hands and arms. Slowly, the glow overtook her whole form and brightened, enveloping her in golden light, glowing just under brightness that you could still see fearless astonishment.

"Debut!!!! Whats happening!!!"

"I dont know!!!"

From the bottom up, fearless started disintegrating, becoming golden glitter flecks that began to funnel into the fearless sword.

"FEARLESS OH MY GOD!!! MIDNIGHTS!!!"

Midnights overheard the commotion and sprang to the scene in the back of the room, taking a few moments to reach the far corner where fearless sword was.

Skittering through the last aisle, midnights exclaimed " I told you not to touch anything!!!"

"We didnt!!!" Debut and fearless said in unison, before a partly departed fearless wholly dissapeared into embellished gleams of light, warping into the center of the fearless sword.

"FEARLESS!!!!!"

debut cried. " WHAT HAPPENED TO HER!! SHE DIED DEAD, IM SURE SHE DIED DEAD!!!"

"You NEED to calm down, debut" midnights somberly put her hand on her shoulder

" i shouldve taken this into the equation..."

"What do you mean??"

Well…. Quantum entanglement. You wouldnt-

Debuts eyes glared for awnsers.

Midnights sighed. " you know that each of you have a ceartain quality to you that makes you unique right?"

"Yeah."

"And like attracts like?"

"Yeeeahh...???" Debuts brows furrowed.

"Well what if i told you... ive been masterminding with other versions of each of you that exist through space time???"

"Uhhh… Wouldnt you need PERMISSION FOR THAT???"

"well…. Thats the thing…. I didnt have time to ask for permission…."

What do you mean??? Are we in trouble???

….sort of…? You have…. A chance to be locked in this house forever if i hadnt stepped in…. Well. Except lover.

Permission was taken from us…why is just lover safe??? Whats so special about lover??? (except the fact that she is literally my MOTHER compared to y'all. Debut thinks to herself.)

"Its…. A lot to explain." The important thing for you to know is that where fearless is, is safe…. Shell be taken care of, by … Herself."

"WHAT!? SHES TRAPPED THERE ALL ALONE??? OH MY GOD HOW COULD YOU!!"

"Debut please! Im telling you… Shes not alone…. Shes with herself…. Her other self….."

-CHAPTER 3 THE FEARLESS REALM-

HEY GUYS…? where- where am i…???? Guys????"

An eerie silence filled the grass clearing.

Fearless plopped on the grass, limbs still spread as she then sat up.

A grumbling noise caught her attention.

"…Damn it. I never got to eat the breakfast burrito. "

"Yeah im never getting outta here."

"You could always touch grass" a voice echoed from the shrubbery.

"i AM touching grass." fearlessly immediately awnsered but quickly realized ... Who- what? This this strangers tomfoolery was untimely. fearless snapped, "Are you saying that literally touching grass is not enough??? what do you want me to do, eat it???"

"Sure, thats what i'd do"

Out of the bushes arrived, perhaps just in time…

"A white horse!?"

Yeah yeah, get on. Its not too late, she winked.

"Hmmm. Red taught me not to just get on any white horse though…"

"Ohh, but im not just any white horse."

The horse began to Emit an off white aura gruadually shining brighter in intensity as she clopped closer to fearless.

"More GLOWING? im getting in trouble again." fearless backed away slightly, still sitting on the soft grass, gripping it in anxiousness.

A white orb enveloped the horse, and out from it appeared a tall blonde woman, much older than fearless.

Why do you look like..?

"Hi, im you, (uh, your, version.)"

Taylors version?? What do you mean??

"Well…. Thats not important right now, i just need to get you somewhere safe so … Just follow me."

Fearless tv took fearless' hand leading her into the deeper forest.

Fearless tv whistled, and upon doing so, a heard of white horses galloped to her.

She approached one of them and mounted, and extended her hand to fearless.

You couldnt trust me back there, how about now?

She took her hand and said " well why would i trust a white horse ive never seen before???"

"Hmmm… Red taught you well…. But sometimes… The road is trecherous, and theres no choice so you better hold on!!!"

…."Heyah!"

The herd of white horses picked up great speed, something fearless was usually used to, but in this big new world without her old friends around, she definately felt more unsure of everything."

The forest eventually cleared, and what was before her was a castle, a tower at the center.

"Were home." fearless tv sighed.

Two cats lined the door immediately.

"Fearless tv where HAVE you been? 5 minutes late to dinner again!" Screeched a demanding Meredith.

"Calm down Meredith" Benjamin pleaded. its always like this with you, cant you trust her a bit? She gives us The best pets in the Tayrealm, have a little faith."

"There's literally MULTIPLES of her now? and she still manages to be late." Meredith scoffed.

Fearless tv sighed, leaning over the cats.

"....Hey guys." She beamed, smiling with her eyes.

"Wheres ....?"

"Oh, shes already eaten all the jars full of the enchanted honey from the evermore tree you gathered, and went out for more."

"She travelled that far AGAIN?" Fearless exclaimed.

Benjamin rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we keep telling her its an addiction, but she says she has it """under control""" air quoting with his paws.

rustling from the leaves near the castle entrance caught all of their eyes, fearless tv already rolling hers for days expecting what was to be.

"De-de-de-de HEY GUYS ITS DIBBLES"

A honey-ridden, sticky cat appears, holding many jars in her sling pack.

"Oh dibbles…. Honey…" fearless tv sighed affectionately. Lets get you cleaned up… Oh dear."

Fearless stood there, onlooking the ordeal.

Olivia, or dibbles , as she was known, teetered a few steps before falling into her back; looking like a fuzzy honey-glazed seal.

Fearless tv slowly picked up the drunk cat, and extended her now sticky hand due to olivias shenanigans, but quickly retracted realizing fearless would rather stay honeyless. She nodded her head in the direction of inside.

"Come in, fearless, after all my home is your home," she winked.

Fearless modestly stepped in, and took a gander at all the trinkets inside.

awards lined the shelves…. From fearless eras past… Fearless walked slowly around them, wondering how they too reside here. "This must be some weird mirror dimension…." She said to herself.

"Looking at all those ceartainly makes you feel nostalgic doesnt it?" Fearless tv peeked from the washroom.

"Yeah…. So are you like a doppleganger or something???"

"Eh…. Sort of" fearless tv replied "i mean…. Yeah."

"….like an older doppleganger… Lets just say youve needed to revisit your past a little bit …. In the future."

"Oohhh why? Did all the fans love fearless that MUCH?"

"….WELL…. well, you know what yeah actually. Its why you could revisit them the way you did" fearless tv winked.

Light from the washroom caught her shirt, partially wet from olivia wrestling her way into the bathtub. Light streaked eyes, which held a great more deal of knowing over fearless, yet held the same fired embers, still hot, but emitting a golden love. instead of wearing her usual dress a men's blouse was worn…. From a love story older than time.

"Anyways… I think its best ill explain a bit more over dinner… What would you like?"

"It all seems all warped over here…" Fearless pondered for a moment. "youre older, well…. Im…. Uh.. Youre older..? This is confusing."

Fearless tv cracked a smile. "Bet."

"but…. everything seems clocked back like a gazillion years…. But well…..

Do y'all have chicken tenders???"

-To be updated-

Updated 4/2/23

-Chapter 3- FROZEN BEHIND GLASS

Back in the lover house, midnights had called a meeting amoungst all the eras as to brief them of the happenings in her bedroom. She left a note on the door with a joke they all make when theres a problem to take the edge off of the suspense, at least until they had all gathered around. All the eras congregated in the kitchen over a bit of a meal, some sugar cookies with the last scrape of the chai icing folklore had made for her and evermores small at-home baking business. (Speak now had devoured the other 13 batches earlier that morning, in typical dragon fashion). With debut trailing behind her, wide eyed with unceartainty, midnights tapped the edge of a champagne glass, refrencing the notes on the doors all the eras recognized…. There was a problem. a champagne problem.

"What did FOLKLORE do this time?????"

Rep always assumed folkore brought some other mythical creature into the house AGAIN.

"WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING REP? we have a literal DRAGON in our kitchen and youre a SNAKE."

Rep hissed. but im a HOUSE snake and speak now isnt always covered in enchanted moss and pollen that brings up evermores allergies at springtime. She waved.

"YEAH! and then i just stay cooped up in my room with em trying to make another spell for every new moss and pollen variety folklore encounters!….. Not that…. I mind hovering over my cauldron, but you know, a bit of ATTENTION WOULD BE NICE!!!"

"calm DOWN," Lover interviened. "Youre just mad you couldnt go on our long pond trip for folklore's birthday three summers ago."

"And what if i am??? WHAT DID I GET ON MY BIRTHDAY WHEN YALL GOT BACK? ALLERGIES."

Folklore chimed in slowly…. "evermore…??? Ive been dabbling in some magic lately and…. " she handed her a golden sap elixr with wisteria and diced leaves of sweet tea."

Evermore examined the jar with her keen Sylvan Eyes. "Folkore…!?!?? this is an expert level spell. Where did you learn to do this!!??"

"Yy- your books?" She smiled cautiously.

Evermores expression of confusion swerved into relived realization. " i KNEW i wasnt crazy! i could TELL you were in my room! my allergies were extra bad this month!…. You… Made this for me???"

Folkore shyly nodded, looking at the floor and then up at evermore. "Surprise?"

Evermore screwed open the jar, and the sweetest mangle of sweet tea and wisteria, with notes of clover nectar filled the room so quickly evermore knew it was perfectly enchanted. So much so, the entire room let out a delighted sigh over its agrestal scent.

Evermore took a small sip. "Oh my goodness, its sweet like honey, its perfectly made? Ive been trying for a whole year for this to cure my allergies. How did yo--"

"You just got to know where to find them…. It wasnt in your book but ….The wisterias by the lakes are the most potent, sweet tea growing from seven feet are the crispest. plant them and in three summers time you pick them, when the moon and saturn are conjunct." She smiled.

Red side eyed evermore. "I knew you could never stay ALLERGIC to AWESOMENESS!!!, haha. Youre perfect for eachother! "

"Sisters! Twin fire signs! Four blue eyes! " Red added, shoving evermore playfully and bursting into a giggle.

evermore blushed, emitting a warm, slightly silly-feeling smile.

".....WELL IM GLAD THIS FAMILY DISPUTE IS SETTLED." rep looked over at midnights. "now for what were REALLY here for."

Rep, having the notiriety of skillfully re-directing the tangents of the household, could have done this at any time, however, she secretly still enjoys folklore and evermores endearing interactions.

"Well, now that were all here." midnights tapped the champagne glass three more times. Dragon sized munching noises accompanied the suspense.

"This champagne problem is a … Little more complex than tree sap, unfortunately."

"Listen, I know everyone loves ur pop-girlie a** rn but its not just cottagecore tree sap" said evermore, backing up folklores skill of the craft.

"…your right, sorry" midnights added. "Well, our dilemma here may span over a few more minutes than expected… Or years… Depending…. On uh…. Time zone differences."

"Oohhh oooh!!! Are we travelling !!!?? " red erupted. Shes been raving about going to london for months, lover silently scheming along with her, sticking brochures under everyones door this entire summer.

"No red we ARENT going to london." Rep closed her eyes asking for patience.

"But its FUNdon!" Lover and red rose in unison.

"No… I mean yes BUT LISTEN TO MIDNIGHTS! THERE IS A CHAMPAGNE PROBLEM ! we!!! will!!! Travel !!! Later !!!!"

"You know what, exactly," midnights said. "We are travelling now, later."

" that makes no sense." Reps eyes narrowed.

"Well…. ive been working on something. I hadnt since told you, because i havent beta tested it yet, but it looks like there might not be much… Uh,… Time."

"Okay, so where are we going? Its gotta be new york right? this whole plot sounds like it could totally take place in new york, not to brag but….im a street rat. i know the streets like the back of my hand" 1989 scoffed smugly, waving her hand in the air, refrencing the time 1989s streetrat form saved all evermores wand and unbound spellbook pages from the subway tracks.

"Its not where, yall….dont you see?? Someone is missing….."

"Oh shit, i cant believe we started without fearless! She must be sleeping again."

"Hmmmmm ….. Sort of????" Debut looked at midnights nervously.

Red scoffed. "Hah. Shes definately in SOME other dimension thats for sure"

" yeah, actually she is uhmmm SHE GOT WARPED INTO MIDNIGHTS SWORD…. WELL NOT MIDNIGHTS…. the fearless sword, like, she has one."

"A sword? Who let a CHILD interact with a sword!?" Rep exclaimed.

"Well!!!! Like!!!! We were in midnights room and… and she said for us not to touch and we didnt and!!!!! It just !!!! " debut reenacted the whole ordeal, guiding her hand along her body, making a 'schloop' sound for when fearless faded away.

"Be fucking for real 'Bu, where the fuck did she go!?" Rep, as edgy as she was, probably felt the most protective of all of the eras, due to her time in….. Well… we do not speak of that.

Midnights added to debuts explanation. "Uh, yeah… I havent really said much about myself have i well… Uh… Being a time keeper… I have access to all of time space via grandmother clocks…. And… a couple of swords….assigned to each era. I didnt think they would be activated this early…"

"Broooooooo i thought you were just fixing up old shit!" 1989 erupted nervously.

"Well im in charge of fixing up all of you sooo....well, actually saving."

"HAH" rep cackled covering her mouth. even she gave into that tease.

composing herself, a cold chill ran over her upon absorbing midnights words. "Wait… Were all in trouble??"

"Yeah… Well ...except Lover, folklore and evermore."

Red turned to lover and folkmore. "Why is it when theres this much trouble its never you three?"

"Conflict avoidant i guess??" Lover shrugged.

"Not with THAT tracklist, Miss americana." 1989 said.

"So what do we do about fearless?" Speak now asked.

"Well fearless is safe," midnights reassured. "…For now. But we dont have that much time. If the swords began activating now, the darkness must be settling in the realm sooner than i thought" midnights' gaze looked distant.

"…. Darkness??? realm??? Oh boy we ALL know THIS is going to some Wonderland …" 1989 rolled her eyes.

Rep grew silent. She had suddenly gotten nauseous, and wondered if she added too much icing to her sugar cookies. She also considered that all this was way too much to take in.

One of the youngest gone who knows where, no where to be seen, the newest of the bunch keeping some long held family secret. She got up from her chair and …. Froze.

Rep???? Are you okay???

No awnser.

Crystals began to form under reps feet, creating a glass chrysalis around her.

"REP!!!" lover sprang from the table.

Midnights stopped lover in her tracks. "No, dont touch her. Not even i know what could happen if you do. Back away."

"I can fire her up and thaw her out!!!" Speak now gleaned in with an idea

"Ill look in my magic books for these symptoms!!!!" Evermore exclaimed.

"there has to be something we can do!!!"

Debut, despite being the youngest… Sat with a cold stomach, piecing the occurance together in her mind.

"Midnights….. Is this… The darkness??"

"Im afraid so, 'Bu. " midnights sadness colored her tone, worry settled in on her face.

"Wh- what can we do???" Lover hoped that the awnser as clear as traffic lights.

"I dont…. Exactly know." Midnights solemnly awnsered. "I have an idea about whats happening, but i cant be too sure. As much as im your resident mastermind….My craft… Is a mysterious one."

"HEY! i found something!!!" Evermore shouted running down the stairs with an open book.

"Its called the *glass* darkness." Evermore explained. No one knows where it originates from officially, but it seems it has something to do with overtaking everything it encounters as its own, mercilessly. It doesnt exactly say if its deadly or not….

It seems like its just…. An eternal trap… So i guess… That counts as deadly right???"

"Ugh, we dont have time for this!!! We had plans!!! I wanted to just stay home all day today and have fun with rep in her snake form ): " folklore sighed.

"do you really wanna talk about time in times like these!?" evermore exclaimed we cant let this damage reputation."

"Well we actually DO need to talk about time. " lover noted. "How long does this last? Is there anything in there on how to stop the glass from forming?"

"Well…." Evermore flipped through the pages. "Hmmm… There. It talks about… Different versions…. Of us???"

"But wait arent we all just different versions of eachother??" 1989 asked.

"Yes yes… BUT! Parallell worlds…. Different parallel versions of us could help reverse this!!!!"

"dopplegangers!?" Red exclaimed. "well it looks like well be trying to find ourselves…AGAIN."

"So are the swords how we.. Uh… Find them?" 1989 looked over to midnights.

"Yes, " midnights expression seemed to have softened a bit, with reassurance that the whole gang was in on the efforts to reclaim the homes harmony.

"The swords are portals to respective locations within the Tayrealm. Each of you must find your parallel version and meet them in their respective castles. From there, we can figure out a way to stop the glass darkness from overtaking their realm, and the outer world."

"Does this mean that reps realm is ...?"

Evermore flipped through more pages. "Oh No…"

-CHAPTER 5- ARE YOU READY FOR IT?

- updated 4/4 -4/5 while clowning lol-

"I hope they arent too crispy" fearless tv spoke softly as she turned to set the dish of freshly made chicken tenders on the table.

"Ooooh finally im starving!!!!" Fearless beamed.

"Ketchup" both fearless asked and fearless tv offered in unison.

"Woah," fearless said through an impatient mouthful. "you really are my doppleganger!"

Fearless tv quietly smiled and passed the ketchup. She hadnt really said much about how finding fearless again after all these years made her feel. An all encompassing warmth that only her girlhood could bring to her. Incredible to be able to look at oneself through a further lens, only to feel that fire is still going strong.

" aahh that hits the spot! Here! Have one! Or are you like a weird hologram that doesnt eat?"

"No, ill surely eat," fearless tv replied, still smiling with her eyes at fearless' brash remarks. Spunky, that one, She thought, knowing all too well that ferocious hunger.

Fearless tv sat herself at the table with her own first batch, as well as a second plate, forseeing the future as fearless went in for seconds.

"well i cant believe i didnt trust you," fearless said through a mouthful. " this place is great! I wonder what else is around here…"

Fearless tv dipped a tender in her own small ketchup saucer. "Well we got quite a queendom…. Its grown so large over the years…. And im insanely grateful… We have quite a few new landmasses of the emerging from the sea of consciousness the past few years, so the queendom is as happy and busy as ever… We even got a new bookstore."

"BOOKSTORE!?" fearless already jumped up in excitement.

"Yup. run by a doctorate!" Fearless tv winked.

"OH MY GOD LETS GO." fearless already imagined the plethora of love stories sitting in the shelves.

"Hmmm… Well the path there is relatively safe…. No where near the…"

"LETS GO LETS GO!!!" fearless insisted.

"Very well." Fearless tv agreed. "Finish your tenders, then we can go."

"Okay MOTHER." fearless teased.

"I guess i could be wise enough…" Fearless tv laughed.

"But you know whos wiser….." Fearless tv gleaned. " She could definately help us figure out why youre here…."

"You know it !!!! And how to get back!!!" Fearless said through chomping the last bite of chicken tenders , playing into the fact she was DEFINATELY not distracted by chicken tenders and a promise of checking out love stories.

Fearless tv grew silently sad about fearless leaving, but insisted she should visit under more correct circumstances every now and then.

"You know, i dont mind you visiting any time after to listen to old CDs" fearless tv chimed, while getting up from her seat and sprucing up her table. fearless already spruced up and ready to go, replied

"sure! So far im loving it here, im not sure why midnights kept this a secret for so long…."

Fearless tv hid her concern, back turned to fearless as she was washing the last ketchup saucer.

"Okay, are you ready for it?"

"Yeah!!! Race you to the door!"

"Oh you WOULD know i cant resist a good race" Fearless tv gave a daring look and both skittered to the front door and into the front yard.

"HEY HEY HEY where are YALL going in such a rush?" Merideth asked.

"Bookstore…. for some….. Research."

"Oh so youre going to gi find out what happened to re-"

Fearless tv quickly shut benjamins muzzle.

"Shes having a GOOD time. I dont want her to worry too much. You know how i get - when she gets- uh, when we get…how i used to get…. when theres a risk of getting in trouble."

"Oh, rightyo." Benjamin agreed.

fearless mounted on a horse a lot more daringly this time, "hey fearless you ready? I cant wait to RACE YOU!" fearless squeaked, well fed and with a new hunger for adventure, now that she gained some trust in fearless tv.

"Youre going to have to follow me fearless…" fearless tv reminded her " you… Dont know the way."

"Ooo, right. Can we go fast?"

"Alright" fearless tv caved. She mounted on her own horse this time.

"Heah!" They galloped, through the winding trails, to Dr. Tay's bookstore. The road there wasnt as trecherous, with enough paths made through the kingdom, brush had been cleared for most connections to major sites, and in times like these, Dr. Taylors bookstore had been the center of attention.

They got off their horses and entered the seeminly small, quaint bookstore, with an everpresent scent of chai tea and baked goods from its in house bakery run by….

"Folkmore!?" What are you guys doing here????

Fearless tv leaned in for a close whisper, they arent your folkmore , fearless. Over here, theyre called woodvale and november." She winked.

"But they look …. Well i suppose a BIT different." She added

Lets just say, nothing much has changed for them, theyve just arrived from the sea of consiousness recently…. By a new boat. Theyre like pseudonyms of….Hmm well… I suppose theyve grown a bit. maybe a couple of bonus tracks…."

"Would they recognize me!?" Fearless asked noticing this was a bit more trippy for fearless.

"Sure they will, they know i have a younger version, even if you havent been here before (:"

"Heyyy fearless!!!!" Woodvale chimed. Weve been expec- "

"Haha we had no idea you were coming!!!!" November budged in.

"Smoooooooth, guys…. " fearless tv rolled her cerulean eyes. " i shouldve known y'all wouldve slipped through the cracks."

"Maybe if you would have PREPPED US PROPERLY we wouldnt have SLIPPED." woodvale remarked.

Fearless tv sighed. "To be fair i mightve ran it by too quickly… "

"Anyways…."

"Guys im right here." Fearless added. " i guess you told them i was coming…. You knew??? Did you….did you summon me when i got too close to the sword or something?"

"Uhh well… "

"Yess actually," woodvale added. "She took the opportunity you got close enough to-"

November quickly placed her sleeve over woodvales ever-open yap. "ENOUGH WOODVALE CAN YOU NOT KEEP A SECRET?" november shoved her other sleeve over woodvales face.

"Would you like some tea?? Cookies??? On us!"

"We just a-"

"Ooh free dessert ? How COULD you say no!" Fearless interruped.

"Well, now that the secrets out, were going to have to sit down for this anyway," fearless tv said.

Fearless tv solemnly looked at fearless, waiting, leaning over the bakery's glass display. The most quintessentially innocent scene, a childlike eagerness, tunneled vision, a wild expression, The scent of the bakery an etheral manifestation of this endearing sweetness. She Watched as Fearless pressed the side of her face over the bakery glass. " oooohhh its warm, hehe" she remarked with a silly smile.

Her heart ached for fearless' potential fate, as, those qualities resided in her still. despite existing alongside more knowledge and wisdom, these qualities were still precious and delicate on their own. so many let that enthusiasm decay away, replaced by stoic ambivilance. knowing these qualities tarnish so easily, she silently vowed to protect fearless at all costs.

Woodvale returned with a freshbaked batch of chai cookies and november brought in a small teaset, with a squeaking teapot.

"Well have these set up for you at the table" Follow us…"

The tables, on the farside of the bookstore, were reached through a labrynth of book shevles. Fearless took a passing glance at each title, gleaming, twinkling in a gilded gold rush.

…books were tabbed by the names of 'tay realm artifacts'….' the glass darkness'….'quantum entanglement.' …

5/15 update:

Fearless eagerly seated herself in the chair by the glass, overlooking all of tayrealm, as november and woodvale placed their tea and cookies on the table.

"Bone apple tea!" Woodvale and november said in unison.

Dr. Taylor will be with you in a moment, woodvale reassured.

"Oh great!" Fearless exclaimed. "Im starving"

"We just ate a few-"

"THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO FEARLESS TV, a girls gotta eat!!!!!" Fearless exclaimed before devouring a three layered self-stacked cookie sandwich.

Fearless tv sighed and smiled, endearingly teasing a side eye.

"So…." Fearless said with a mouth full. "Whatcha here for? Seems you know something i dont, im all ears , who do we have to fight?"

Fearless tv slightly chuckled before returning to a somber expression. Well…

"Hey!" a voice appeared from the shelves. It was Dr. Taylor , in her regal violet study gown, holding a book, complete with a sling pack of quill, gel and fountain pens.

"Youre just in time," fearless tv said.

" sorry i took so long…. The new surge of lost books….we've needed much help…" Dr. Taylor's voice trailed off. Trailing a longside her, was another taylor, of which a specific name had not been apparant. She wore a green red and yellow striped shirt, and glittery orange shorts, with green snakeskin boots. On her chest read an empty name tag saying "its me hi!" Fearless guessed she was nameless, an npc or something, she thought.

Nameless taylor tilted her face away from the bookpile she straggled , freeing one hand to wave hi.

Fearless tv and fearless smiled and silently waved.

Dr taylor took one book from the top of the pile that nameless taylor was carrying. Dr. Taylor's eyes shifted to fearless and softened in to a sweeter welcoming expression. "Well this should help….."

Dr. Taylor opened up the large book, with sparks flying all over the place. A holographic map of tayrealm appeared before their eyes. Fearless tv watched fearless eyes take in the magic book with the most hungry eyes she had ever seen, except her own, of course.

Well if you see here, Dr taylor pointed at a tower somewhere near what looked like a swamp.

"That was the epicenter. The towers bridges began crumbling and reputation castle has been inaccessible ever since…. But whatever caused rep castle to crumble….. Is spreading…..a darkness, that spread all the artayfacts all over tayrealm. the natural karma of tayrealm responded by creating alternate versions of ourselves, the taylors versions. in our creation we knew our goal was to summon all of our alternate versions back into tayrealm, to help us retrieve all the artayfact gems to restore complete harmony in our world."

"So…. You summoned me here to find some rocks?" Fearless said between chewing.

This is serious fearless…. If we dont restore the gems, all your friends in your world will be trapped behind glass…. Forever." Fearless tv's brows furrowed.

"What!?" So wait!? Where are the rest of the girls?"

"Well , apparantly safe, for now, Dr. Taylor continued. The darkness has only reached reputation castle for now."

"So…. What happened to rep?" Fearless voice began to grow quieter.

"Shes….frozen Behind glass. But theres a way to unfreeze her, and if we gather all the gems before the darkness spreads we can keep it from happening to the rest of you all in the outside world." Fearless tv reassured.

"Oh my gosh!! Okay." Fearless stood up. Then lets go get the rest of the albums here right now!!! cant you all just summon them or something?"

"Well its not that simple…" Dr taylor added. You know you got here through getting too close to the sword. The rest of the girls need to get really close….

-CHAPTER 6- LET THE GAMES BEGIN

to be updated

, 4/6 update: ooopppps i skipped to latrr in the story story cause i got ideas so read only if you dont care for , ill. be writing the in-between eventually.

All the taylors entered the center of the circle, and held hands. With all the artayfacts in their places, midnights entered the center of the circle, where one last place lay for her sword. She placed her atayfact. A mirror, locked in an upright placement, on the side. She then finally locked her last sythe In place. Lights engulf all the eras in their respecive colors… all of them slowly desintegrating into light .

"omg its happening again!" Fearless exclaimed.

"Were going back home?" Fearless asked.

"actually, i dont know," midnights replied. I havent seen that far out yet…. It freaks me out. The only reason i have years ahead of me planned out is cause, you know, i have to. But this time….

Debut looked ahead of her toward red and 1989. already pure light, like holograms, they began to blend together, and in turn look like hybrid versions of eachother.

"Red you look different! Uh well 1989 uuhm ??? "

The now blended red/1989 looked at their outfit and beamed.

"Okay but this is kind of a slay, why didnt we ever try this before!?"

"You did. Its giving january 2014" debut snickered.

Red and 1989 now one, wearing 1989s typical skirt with a button up collar blouse red typically wears, sporting 1989s sunglasses, reds ponytail, and a city style bag to match.

"Hey! Thats not fair! I wanna try that!" Speak now bursted, and turned to folklore.

Folklore, sensing shed been targeted, looked daringly back at speak now

"Bring it."

A transluscent flower crowned dragon emerged adorned with wisteria and sweet tea leaves.

Speak now/folklore paused, then yelled.

"You ate my ACORNS!? well now you cant keep any secrets from me with my access to your….our memory?"

Rep cackled. " holy shit thats gold , maybe this is the ONE thing that will keep yall from your shenanigans in the house hold."

"…Or cause more of it." lover laughed.

Rep turned to lover. "Hey, our aesthetics are so opposite this…. Just might work."

Rep and lover collided, and out emerged a rainbow snakeskin, cornelia, and street wear adorned rep/lover.

Fearless glanced at evermore. " oooh ooh!!! Me next!!!"

Evermore gently hugged fearless, a plaid princess dress emerged, lined with with gold, slightly resembling evermores button coat, with the buttons like gems from a gold rush. (Note from the author: gold rush RIGHTS!!!)

Evermore/fearless emitted a cozy smile (:

Debut, the but-last one standing as a singlet, gazed at the ever-wise midnights. She wondered of all the secrets , gazing from her eyes looking out for her, the various journeys through timelines adorned by what-ifs or maybes, if-thens and then-whats, only-ifs, and if-onlys, carried on in some conglomerate of a semblance of peace, at least, in destiny and fate and….

karma cat walked up to debut, brushing her warm black fur against her leg, purring.. Debut crouched for a moment to meet the cats ember eyes…

Karma…. I know everyone is excited for me.. And i am too… I love this… but…….."

"Im scared."

"This feels….. like a death. I've only known this, but still…. The yearning, " debut looked at midnights.

"…it stays."

Karma cat's purring accompanied the glittering chime sounds, of which in this very moment was like debut could hear every stray fleck of light surrounding the great castle room.

"….will….Will i make it?? Will i make it out …alive?"

Karma cat , eyes flashing a warm orange glow, placed her chin on debuts leg. I know your future…can be a vast and somewhat ominous abyss, but i have always been there, guiding it. You can make it. Youre young. youre talented. I see it in you. And most importantly, this is You… Trying. And For every spider web and paper airplane flying, ill be there. there is daylight…. Starlight…. Even In the most ominous of midnights."

Debut smiled with tears welling up in her eyes. She passed one last pet over karma, sending good wishes so that all of her, her daring, her innocence, her kind heart and thin skin, would be safe. That all of her would stay in tact… And should she ever break… She would find her pieces again. Hopefully gaining new ones for compensation.

She slowly walked up to midnights and smiled. She turned for one last look at karma, who had been sitting, tail swishing, in a calm, metronome fashion."

"Remember, you're never on your own, kid."

Purrs still heard from where debut stood, it was taken as the softest most honored blessing one could have. She turned again to midnights.

Midnights looked at those eager eyes, her own, glimmering in a watery nostalgia. The youngest Fire and the wisest, actually not much different despite experience, embraced together .

All the hybrid eras glimmered as pure light before meeting at the center infront of the mirror and…

She opened her eyes.

She looked down at her arms and hands in surprise and somehow utter relief, as a feeling of wholeness overtook her for the first time since rep era…. No, it was even better.

In its place, after all the toils and spoils, and all the oils before her… It was nice… to get to a place where you can just… Rest in the knowing that, the gems broken apart had not only been put together, but added to. A bracelet laced her wrist, glittering in the starlight. All the eras, including her versions, in their bejeweled state of grace.

In the mirror in front of her, She sees her incarnations, all 12 of her previous eras, flashing before her, crowds becoming larger and larger as time went on, flashing eyes on her brighter and brighter, until the darkness, confusing and painful, took its slithering shape, and then again… spider webs, in some ways…hard to look back on even now… yet…then there it was, daylight, once again. A reclamation of time. A sparkling forest, and then a glittery night sky….the ultimate priority of sweet nothing. the ebb and flow of one lifetime, of yet all of it like she had lived multiple incarnations of herself. The firefly imbued forest and star stroked sky solidified in the mirrors background, informing her where shed been transported to. strings that were once invisible, flickered and and flashed and danced in the dark, designing a familiar figure in the night sky.

The archer.

The mirror fading away from its montage of the past, retuned to the present in its reflection. And There, in focus, were all the eras, both flashy and subdued, firey yet whimsical… Yet… in her merged state she was just…

Taylor Alison Swift, born December 13th, 1989. to a mama and papa swift, surrounded by the scent of pine and myrrh of Pennsylvania, the first holy ground. A Sagittarius, she was born the archer…. And the prey, in her many lifetimes of one. Slain as a witch , but in turn bullseyeing a koi fish in a dive bar on the east side. in her merged state …. the ultimate reflection of a sweet nothing.

…barefoot and not necessarily outwardly flashy, Taylor wandered through the night forest the mirror transported her to. as if hiding in plain sight, she wore a comfortable everyday wear dress with a small-flower pattern on it, on other days she would be in the mood for a knit sweater with some jeans. Even on nice summer dinner-nights, the mood a simple yet stylish embellished blouse perhaps not warrented to set herself apart from a bustling crowd, yet one of the many wandering geode minds with gem encrusted secrets idling about in New York City. Her hair unruly and untamed, a bit like fearless debuts and speak nows… No make up, this is the taylor the cats and the koi fish, strung out of sight, see in the morning, with scarlet, maroon impressions of where her bedsheets have been on her face. Calm, yet undone, bangs curling up in all sorts of directions rebelliously, like folklore and evermore. At times compelled to wearing flashy things like 1989 lover and midnights, and getting excited about fall fashion like red. Compelled to dream of love stories, to enshrine and embellish child-like awe in violet sparkling nights and sparks; wonderstruck meetings with those who had been once held dear in her previous incarnations, dreaming of familiar souls masked in unfamiliar faces, with every love story, whether of romance or friendship, beginning with their eyes whispering "have we met?"

This is the taylor where all the eras come from, the taylor up at night, fiddling with instruments, exploring facets of herself to duplicate and bring life to. The taylor that hungers for the thrill of the songwriting cloud visiting her in these hours that create new landmasses in the tayrealm, bubbling and crumbling into existence out of the sea of tayconsciousness (as well as a midnight appetite guiding her, feral, to the fridge chomping on chai cookies… less like a human and more like a racoon). Still a mirrorball, showered in attention and care from her koi, and her friends, snickering and gregarious, hours on the phone, with one of the only quirks being her stopping only for huddling in a corner with her voice memo app. Not necessarily a mythical creature at first glance; perhaps you wouldn't have noticed her, had her face not been memorized by millions. but maybe, so much as her tall presence and exceptionally friendly aura would have great magnetism alone, whether she had been known by almost the entire world or not. perhaps in an alternate timeline, had her name not gone up in lights…She would open a small family record store business in nashville, known by the locals to be the friendliest and most welcoming, perhaps a tourist destination, with songwriting classes on thursdays and fridays. (instead of big music distribution annoucements..)

All in all… in any case… very much at her core the same, a tall eager blonde girl at a bookstore (perhaps online ones these days…(:), devouring 800 page books on folklore or esoterics, going on for hours about the favorite words she keeps in her 'favorite word' folder on her desktop, going on about fantasy or mystery series (or documentaries of the feline kind) shed watch hours on the tv whilst laying in bed with her cats. Seeing her like this, you would wonder how the world could forget she was feeling, delicate and thin skinned. And imperfect. Assuming, unassuming, saying too much or too little, too active or too passive. Under all the flashing lights now, it may become buried sometimes. not an unstoppable leviathan, repeatedly shot through the heart yet immortal, or a name on a brand, rebranding and rebranding… But a spirit meeting the bone…. Trained to get along. Someone with feelings of hunger, cold, desire, Need.

A someone, like anyone, and like anyone, extrordinary.

( note from the author: welp. THAT last sentence killed my songwriters block NICELY. OKAY. NOTED. quite a peculiar origin story for THAT lyric. we carry on.)

-to be updated-

#swifties #Swiftie #taylor swift #Evermore #Folklore #Speak now #taylor swift fearless #Taylor swift red #Taylurking

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Basically an essay on Taylor Swift and Slut-Shaming, because I find it interesting:

People, for a lot of different reasons, seem to have a real fixation on Taylor Swift's sexual "purity" or lack thereof. From the people who dislike her, slut-shaming her for her presumed body count, to her fans that defend her against the "claims" of sexual promiscuity.

The reasoning for the slut-shaming isn't difficult to figure out; young, attractive woman dates in the public eye. She happens to also date a lot of men with particular reputations (John, Harry, Calvin etc).

When these relationships, which are often times heavily publicised (whether that be intentional on her part or not), end consistently, for years not lasting more than a few months, the "blank space" character gets created in the media. She is portrayed as a clingy, emotionally unstable man-eater.

What I find interesting is that the specific fixation on her sex life, and not just her dating life seems to a byproduct of this type of publication. Of course, it's not impossible to find an article shaming her for her body count, rather than her inability to keep a man, but the latter is generally more likely. Still, people take away the notion that she's a psychotic, dick-crazed man-eater. Swiftie's offence at that perception causes them to defend almost the complete opposite ideal.

In defense of the criticism that Taylor "just writes songs about her ex-boyfriends," rather than acknowledging the majority of her work is inspired by her romantic relationships and that there is nothing wrong with being inspired by whatever happens to inspire you, they list every song that she HASN'T written about a romantic relationship as a gotcha. They do the same thing when it comes to criticisms of the number of people she's dated.

"She's a slut because she's dated so much," turns into "she hasn't dated much at all." She's technically dated a normal amount because there is no normal amount of people to date in your 20s. Some people date no one, some people date 100s. In actuality, she has dated far more and far less than some people, and that is completely fine. People's insistence that she hasn't comes from the idea that being, as you often put it, "prolific" is an inherently bad thing.

Expanding on that train of thought, people who insisted that while she was dating a lot, she's wasn't sleeping with her boyfriends, until it was quite literally undeniable that she was (Red & by extension Jake in the eyes of a lot of people, or John due to his reputation) seemed to hold onto that idea for the purpose of maintaining her "respectability". "You can't say she's a slut if she isn't giving it up." "She's a good girl, she would never degrade herself like that."

Her gaining popularity during purity cultures peak did not help her case. The idea that Taylor Swift; the white, Christian, blonde, smart etc girl would dare experience sexual attraction/desire, or even, God forbid, act on such desires was mind-boggling to the people her brand was being sold to - Mom's of little/teenage girls, who needed their daughters to have an "appropriate" role-model in the wake of the Lindsay Lohan's of the entertainment industry.

The song I Can See You is, in actuality, not particularly scandalous or explicit. It comes off as a worked up teenage girl, who really wants to blow off some steam with someone people can't know about for what ever reason and thus fantasizes about all the things they could get up to if people never caught on.

Sex being something private comes up a LOT in her work, & everytime sexuality is seen as shameful in her work, it's due to its noterity. "She's better known for the things she does on the mattress/at least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight/if you never touched I could've gone along with the righteous, if i never blushed they never would've whispered about this".

Taylor is incredibly image conscious. She never confirmed nor denied her stance on having or not having sex, purity rings, virginity, and saving yourself for marriage during this era. She did disclose her thoughts on people talking about/thinking about sex, or more specifically her sex life; it was bad. "I think it's fine to talk about love and relationships publically, but when you talk about sex and virginity publically people picture you naked, which I don't want" "I think the VMAs was too focused on sex and not enough on music, and the jokes made at the Jonas Brothers expense were unnecessary."

Based on her work, it seems, in my interpretation, that Taylor loves being in love, and she enjoys sex, primarily with people she loves. The object of her desire being completely irresistible, but just being no good for her, is not an ultimate romantic fantasy - its just lust. "Something in his deep brown eyes has me saying he's not all bad like his reputation". She often overlooks her romantic interests flaws due to her attraction to them/the potential she sees in them.

Due to the culture she grew up in, she does seem to have some shame in people knowing about her sex life, and she's not the only one. Harry Styles, another public figure who's private life has been heavily publicised shared that he felt SO shameful about people knowing he was having sex in the early days of his career - but he, and likely Taylor, were still having it despite this fear of people knowing.

Her fans attach themselves to that brand of shame, and feel a connection, and that connection causes them to project; If purity culture made them neglect their desires, and made them feel as though their virginity was something sacred, then she must of felt that way too. Therefore, their line of thinking becomes, "THE SCARF HAS TO BE A METAPHOR FOR VIRGINITY. EVIL, JAKE MADE HER BELIEVE THAT THEY WERE GONNA BE TOGETHER FOREVER, SO SHE GAVE IT UP, AND THEN SHE FELT AWFUL."

It deprives her of agency. It states that sex is something that "good girls" must be tricked, or coerced into. It implies that having sex prior to marriage is only okay if you thought you would marry them/do marry them. It neglects to mention that she had, prior to that relationship, admitted to feeling that way before. Feeling like she and her partner would be together forever, and that they would get married.

When talking about her first boyfriend, she states in multiple songs that she thought she was going to marry him. That, in conjunction with the references to late night truck rendezvous, and returning to the bed of your country-bumpkin ex years on, lends itself to the interpretation that if that was her stance (that she should lose her virginity to her future husband) she lost it to her first boyfriend, which doesn't align with the puritanical standards society, and her fans put upon her.

Sorry this is so long. Hopefully you find this interesting. Curious to hear your thoughts.

I actually agree a lot.

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moonsnailstories · 6 months

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I wish I could be a cool Tumblr person and make fun gifs and stuff, but I’m going to ride on everyone else’s coattails, and kind of absent minded-ly write my thoughts.

The grip that toxic ass monogamy and the relationship escalator have on the heteronormative society is actually soul crushing. Every relationship, in society’s eyes HAS to end with marriage and kids, and it has to “ride an escalator” to the end point. You know, meet each other, date, get seen in public, social media bullshit and shit posting, ohhhs and ahhhs from friends, move in together, get engaged, get married, have kids, and Tada! Life is grand.

There is so much wrong with that line of thinking.

I admire Taylor Swift. She is an entertainer, a wonderful businesswoman, and an amazing lyricist. The same woman who wrote “Lavender Haze”, I can infer, is not going to publicly ride the relationship escalator. I had to leave social media for a bit today because of the sheer amount of talk about “an endgame”. Ew. Let the woman live.

As a non-monogamous Queer she/they human, I see Taylor’s lyrics with a Queer lens. I guess that makes me a Gaylor? I dont know? A Queerlor? All the terms are new to me. Im not a straight, white, ultra conservative Swiftie who things her and her latest boytoy (that she bought with a price) are the endgame, and Id rather focus on her art and messages that she is telling us.

All of the hiding, the foxes and the hunters, the “I loved you in secret”, the “Hiding in plain sight”. What straight relationship ever has to hide this much? Why is Taylor literally dragging around a male counterpart with flashbulbs popping in her face? I don’t understand? Why can’t fans appreciate her 6 Grammy nominations and not her latest installment of the xy chromosome.

Im not exonerating Gaylors. They are too into the ships as well! She played that for Karlie! Kaylor endgame! BYE! Thats about Diana, Swiftgron forever! Like, damn yall.

Im sorry, Taylor, that people cannot listen to a song like “Labyrinth”, and listen to the chord progressions and your literal insane vocal range. Nobody picked up that you wore the NYU sweatshirt where you referenced the song in your speech. People magazine boasted that was about Taylor was falling In love with Travis, and Kaylor /Gaylor twitter were screaming how she and Karlie were endgame. As a member of this fandom, its so embarrassing.

Anyways , on the off chance that you see this, Taylor. Congratulations on your Grammy nominations. This random fan on the internet is proud of your accomplishments, and I promise to never distill your music or art to your plausible or probable partners 😭😭😭.

Late night musing for the win

#nolabelsneeded #polyamory #taylor swift #relationship #karma #toxic monogamy

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littleminnowswimming · 1 year

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Avengers as Taylor Swift Songs

Okay, hi, hello, I have seen many posts detailing the Avengers as Taylor Swift songs, and they are usually written by either Swifties or Marvel fans, which causes some… problems. For example, I saw one list that said "illicit affairs" was Peter's because it said "don't call me kid" even though the SONG IS ABOUT CHEATING AND DOESN'T FIT HIM HELLO. Anyway, given that I have been a marvel and Taylor fan for at least a decade each, I have decided that I have enough expertise to create a definitive list. I think it is very good, though I'm sure there will be corrections. I know I didn't use songs from all of her albums but that is because I only wanted to use the songs she owns, and the songs that fit were more populated on her more recent albums. Also Tony, Peter, and Steve get two because I'm indecisive :)

Tony Stark: Epiphany or Anti-hero

Song Link:

Taylor Swift – epiphany (Official Lyric Video)

Taylor Swift - Anti-Hero (Official Lyric Video)

Most fitting lyric:

"Only 20 minutes to sleep/But you dream of some epiphany/Just one single glimpse of relief/ To make some sense of what you've seen"

"Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism/Like some kind of congressman? (Tale as old as time)/I wake up screaming from dreaming/One day I'll watch as you're leaving

And life will lose all its meaning"

Explanation: I feel like this one is pretty self-explanatory, but let me crack at it anyway. Many people might label Epiphany as Steve's song because of the military references, but Tony holds more guilt for the evil he's done and the harm that the avengers have done. This is most easy to see in the five years around Endgame, where Tony is haunted by the fact that they lost and tries desperately to avoid having to work to make a difference. Tony just wants an answer to everything, but feels as though all he can do is dream without an answer. As for "anti-hero"… lets be honest, this one is pretty self-explanatory. Tony is harsh on himself and likes to hide himself behind fake narcissism. That's what we see.

Steve Rogers: "coney island" or "Right where you left me"

Song Link:

Taylor Swift - coney island (Lyric Video) ft. The National

Taylor Swift - right where you left me (Official Lyric Video)

Most Fitting Lyric:

"Were you waiting at our old spot/In the tree line, by the gold clock?/Did I leave you hanging every single day?/…/And when I got into the accident/The sight that flashed before me was your face"

"Everybody moved on/I, I stayed there/Dust collected on my pinned-up hair/They expected me to find somewhere/Some perspective, but I sat and stared"

Explanation: Both of these songs reflect Steve's inability to leave the past as the past. He is still watching, waiting, looking for his opportunity to go back to the 1940's. There's also a reflection of his love for Peggy, which is his main goal, beyond what he is currently facing.

Bruce Banner: "peace"

Song Link:

Taylor Swift – peace (Official Lyric Video)

Most Fitting Lyric:

"But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west/I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best/But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me"

Explanation: I was realllllllllllllllllllllllll close to using this song for Peter, but I think at the end of the day, it fits Bruce better. He worries throughout the movies that he can't have a normal life because of the whole whole Hulk thing. He seems to crave it and fear it at the same time, as does this song.

Thor: "The Lucky One"

Song Link: Taylor Swift - The Lucky One (Taylor's Version) (Lyric Video)

Most Fitting Lyric:

"And they'll tell you now, you're the lucky one/Yeah, they'll tell you now, you're the lucky one/Can you tell me now you're the lucky one?"

Explanation: This was not an easy one for me to label. I wanted to get something that fully encapsulated his grief and depression while also giving him something that showed off his past. I would say that this song gives off this impression, as he is realizing that he has everything he was supposed to want and nothing like he was actually aiming for. Feeling a little meh about this, but it's what I got.

Natasha Romanoff: "the archer"

Song Link: Taylor Swift - The Archer (Lyric Video)

Most Fitting Lyric: "Combat, I'm ready for combat/I say I don't want that, but what if I do?/…./'Cause all of my enemies started out friends/Help me hold onto you/I've been the archer/I've been the prey/Who could ever leave me darling?/But who could stay?"

Explanation: I know, I know, everyone wants to put Nat in her rep era because they think it sounds badass, but simply labeling her as a badass feels a little… deeming, don't you think? That's why I refuse to give her either "The Man" or any old revenge song, because she's cool! And deep! I have to give her something cool and deep! She, like Bruce, wants a family and is instead perched for a fight. She doesn't know how to trust as fully as she would like to, and struggles with who to let in the Avengers.

Hawkeye: "Sweet Nothing"

Song Link:

Taylor Swift - Sweet Nothing (Official Lyric Video)

Most Fitting Lyric:

"'Cause they said the end is coming/Everyone's up to something/I find myself running home to your sweet nothings/Outside, they're push and shoving/You're in the kitchen humming/All that you ever wanted from me was nothing"

Explanation: Hawkeye. Is. A Soft Dad. He don't wanna fight, he wants his fam.

Bucky: "This is Me Trying"

Song Link:

Taylor Swift – this is me trying (Official Lyric Video)

Most Fitting Lyric:

"I didn't know if you'd care if I came back/I have a lot of regrets about that/Pulled the car off the road to the lookout/Could've followed my fears all the way down"

Explanation: Bucky is trying his best, and still feels like he's slipping, which is pretty 'this is me trying' of him. Honestly I don't need to put more here, he's sad, the song is sad, that's what I got.

Wanda: "Bigger Than The Whole Sky"

Song Link: Taylor Swift - Bigger Than The Whole Sky (Lyric Video)

Most Fitting Lyric:

"And I've got a lot to pine about/I've got a lot to live without/I'm never gonna meet/What could've been, would've been/What should've been you"

Explanation: Wanda has lost so much throughout her past, her brother, Vision, and of course, her kids. That one relates most to the first song, as she is dealing with her grief of what should've been the life she wanted. I thought about putting 'delicate' here too, but I think her reputation and falling in love with Vision is much less important than her kids and her grief. Could also do with 'Vigilante Shit' for the sole purpose of Multiverse of Madness'

Vision: "the lakes"

Song Link: Taylor Swift - the lakes (Official Lyric Video)

Most Fitting Lyric:

"Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die/I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you/…/I want auroras and sad prose/I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet/'Cause I haven't moved in years/And I want you right here"

Explanation: This one was also not easy, though unlike the Thor problem this is because Vision has barely over 100 minutes of screen time throughout the Marvel movies so far. So yeah. Less than two hours didn't really give me much. HOWEVER you know what I do know about him? He likes Wanda. And he wants to hide away from the crazy of it all. And 'the lakes' reconciled those two facts. I also liked giving a sentient robot a song about poets. Heheheh so fun. This is also quite fitting for Wanda, but she's busy with her not-alive kids.

Peter Parker: "You're on Your Own, Kid" or "Eyes Open"

Song Link: Taylor Swift - You're On Your Own, Kid (Official Lyric Video)

Eyes Open (Taylor's Version)

Most Fitting Lyric:

"'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned/Everything you lose is a step you take/So make the friendship bracelets/Take the moment and taste it/You've got no reason to be afraid/…/You're on your own, kid/You always have been."

"The tricky thing is yesterday we were just children/Playing soldiers, just pretending/Dreaming dreams with happy endings/In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords/But now we've stepped into a cruel world"

Explanation: OOOOO BABY PETER TIME THE WHOLE REASON I MADE THIS LIST. Peter is. A child. Or at least he was for the majority of his plot line, and I wanted to make sure the song that I chose reflected that, which both of these do. I also wanted to reflect the coming-of-age that Peter goes through, and the fear that he is put through in his plot lines. And yet, at the end of it, he still doesn't know what he's up to. He's still lost, and he's still scared. WAY BETTER THAN GIVING HIM ILLICIT AFFAIRS JUST BECAUSE IT SAYS DON'T CALL ME KID.

Thus ends my Swiftie and Marvel fan rant. Hope you enjoyed. Let me know if you want me to do more characters below because I just did my faves :D

#taylor swift #swifties #marvel #taylor nation #the avengers #mcu

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on the topic of the young cob cast what were they like as young teens? like if there were bands and stuff what bands were they into? would they have emo phases?

-cracks fingers- finally my useless Knowledge of these characters lives comes in handy

Mattias first cause hes easiest: hi mattias is a Swiftie. Sorry. He listens to You Belong With Me and goes "Its Just Like Me." Other things that he was into as a teen (and still is as a 25 year old): pokemon, digimon, dnd, anime (but specifically like, wolf's rain, soul eater, bleach. That shit), etc. Etc. Mattias has a very wild imagination as a kid and teenager that his mother really encouraged so hes very passionate about the things he likes and doesn't care if they "childish" or not

Theron: if theron had access to MCR as a kid it would blow his mind. I know it would. Sadly, he was a little greek shadowhunter boy getting told that being gay is terrible and awful by his mother and father. Basically how we see him at the start of the flashbacks in cob is how he was when he was like 10-14. He really wanted to prove to his father that he was serious and wasn't childish. Didn't have many hobbies. Liked to read, but mostly trained.

Dominic: shy, but spoiled little guy. Cicero really gave him the world and tried to do everything for him. Dom didn't have many other kids to interact with before the academy so he mostly just consumed whatever media his dad consumed. So he read a lot of books, listened to a lot of weird Dad Music (you know the kind), etc. He also wasn't great at talking to adults either though. He was really clingy to cicero and was like. Super super worried about going to the academy because he'd never been without cicero before (and also it made him worried about being abandoned again).

Ava: she was the Art kid in school. I DON'T THINK IVE ACTUALLY SAID THIS ANYWHERE, YEAH AVA DRAWS DHAJHSJD. She has basically the same attitude she has now, but a bit more carefree and less rule-followy. Id anyone were to have an emo phase before the academy it's Ava. Probably did. She probably has pictures of her wearing some all black outfit to middleschool that she doesn't show anyone. Listened to MCR uhhhhh other...emo bands. I can't think of many rn. She probably still listens to them but not as much as she did.

Nerissa: Nerissa as a teenager was being emotionally neglected by her parents oops! She mostly read books that they had in their personal library and didn't do much else. Her parents weren't ever around to train her, and they had a nanny but she wasn't a shadowhunter, just a mundane with the sight. So Nerissa didn't really get taught how to properly fight like a shadowhunter. Which is why she is an archer. Nerissa was maybe a biiiit more expressive as a teenager, but nothing like. Groundbreaking. She's always been very mute with her emotions, and also why shes very blunt

#ask #i know like #everything about these guys' lives sorryyty

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Okay so I got a funny idea for a request but if you are busy or just don't want to do it, then I totally understand!!

But my idea was Addict was sent somewhere like a lab or something along those lines to retrieve something like maybe files or some sort of item but coincidentally she runs into Ace who just so happens to be searching for the same thing.

So Addict being competitive and hard headed as hell, Ace and her practically race each other to find it and they end up somewhat fighting over it, plus the whole time Ace is teasing and flirting which is not making it any easier for Addict. How it ends is up to you lmao-

Of course if you have any requests feel free to send them my way!! And don't feel obligated to do this!!

[ Little wager - Simp Party ]

❝ SYNOPSIS; Ace and Addict have a little contest, ❞

❝ CONTENT WARNINGS; Slight violence, little zombie references here and there from said-facility. ❞

❝ TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict ❞

❝ NOTE; Sorry this took so long..I hope you enjoyed it though! I wouldn't mind making a part two for the interaction...👀 ❞

❝ WORD COUNT; 9,892 ❞

Addict walked for a while, unknowingly heading closer and closer from the very thing was trying to find. As the amount of guards became higher she questioned if she should head back for some backup...until she heard a metal door slam over to the right of her. She looked up swifty and spotted the room through the throng guards now blocking it. Addict set off running, eyes focused on the large metal door as best she could, jumping over the dead bodies. However she noticed the opening to that hallway suddenly slowly closing and without thinking she quickly swept under, grasping her knife tightly in her tight grip while doing so. Just like that- she was back on her feet.

It was when Addict saw something near the end of the hallway that she came to a halting stop, the wind almost getting knocked out of her lungs from how hard she turned on her heel and unintentionally slammed her cheek into the wall. She took a minute to catch her breath, before she creeped up slowly past the wall. She noticed that in front of her weren't guards anymore, there was a heavier presence now and she perked up at this.

This mysterious presence was a mutant, there was no doubt about it, seeing the weaker guards cower at the sight only proved it more. Addict pushed herself up and onto her feet, about to step out onto the path until she heard large footsteps from behind her. The moment she saw another one she quickly cowered, holding her breath and covering her mouth to prevent anyone from hearing her.

Addict heard the figure stop for a moment and she couldn't help but slowly peek her head over to look at it. The moment she did she instantly recognized the thing, quickly she tucked her head back behind the wall.

The figure then continued moving on in the direction it was originally headed and she found herself faced with a decision. To wait and see what was going on or kill them all instantly and see what was behind the metal door, whatever her decision she had to make it quick. She bit her bottom lip slightly, running dozens of thoughts through her head before slowly peeking her head out again. She made her decision, and slowly she began to trail the figure, ducking behind walls and using its large form against it whenever the thing would look over in her direction.

Addict took a breath to clear her head and continued to track the man, trailing him for a minute until she had the chance to kill. She didn't give the figure another second to keep talking, she used her low ground to suddenly sweep her leg wide and under the person's feet, causing it to fall back.

Addict rushed to her feet and sprinted towards the front of it, bending her knees before pushing herself up, whirling her fist back, striking the enemy through his face. Her hand had slid down, from his cheek and to his neck where it wrapped tightly. her other hand came over quickly too, her leg swinging over its body to straddle herself over him. As a moment of realization hit her, she registered who it was.

"We have to stop meeting like this~" Ace smirked out, as his hand lightly wrapped around the small-of-her wrist. She huffed in amusement, before rolling her eyes, but still remaining on top of him. Addict flushed, when Ace had pulled her hand towards his mouth, and started peppering feather-light kisses. She cleared her throat,

"What are you doing here, Ace��" Addict wasn't able to finish her question, the hand gripped onto her wrist tightly and was then followed by swooping legs that kicked her knees out from under her. The incubus then used his momentum and his grip on her side to remove himself from under her before she hit the floor. In the blink of an eye, the incubus had flipped her under him and placed each knee beside her hips to pin Addict in place. One arm came down right beside her head, whilst his other he used to swiftly lean down and tilt her chin up to look at him.

"Same as you, a mission." Ace grinned at her, as if nothing happened and whatever was going on right now was completely normal. "Zalgo wants me to retrieve something— I don't even remember the name, I just look for whatever it is by its appearance."

"You don't even remember what you're looking for—? Addict snickered, "I'm pretty sure I'm looking for some type of file, he only sent me though. I'm guessing it wasn't all that important."

"Is that right? We must be looking for the same thing then, and as much as I'd love to stay here with you," Ace pulled up his mask, and began to pepper kisses along her jawline and to her collarbone. He then, suddenly, nipped down sharply on her skin and Addict let out a small gasp while her face collapsed from its confident demeanor to something more flustered, "If I don't hurry up, Zalgo will have my ass. Though, I wouldn't mind continuing this little…interaction afterwards.."

After leaving several bites and marks on her skin, some that would be difficult to conceal, his lips found hers, gently moulding together. Entangling her digits in his locks, Addict tugged at them to earn a small groan mingled with a growl that bubbled up from his throat and vibrated against her lips. Soon parting, he rested his forehead against hera as a smirk pulled at his lips.

"Why don't we make this interesting, Addict?" Ace whispered, teasingly, "Let's turn this mission into a little fun competition, eh? I'm sure you wouldn't mind a little game."

"Maybe I wouldn't," Addict's lips pulled into a smirk, letting go of her serious demeanor. Something Ace adored about her, whenever you were close enough friends with her, you'd see this adorable soft side of her. She managed to slip from Ace, and she had pushed herself up into a sitting position by then, watching Ace before letting out a sigh and getting up. Addict pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her pulled up hair slightly disheveled from the pinning ordeal. "But, don't be mad when you lose." She smirked.

"Oh, but I won't lose."

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The metal doors thrashed back open as Addict ran through them. She ran through the laboratory exit. Five of the infected chased her trail of blood. She felt as if she were a wounded animal running from a hunter. There were only two bullets left in her pistol and she had to make them count in such a dire situation. Her shotgun was out of ammo and taking on the five corpses with a knife was not an option. This labyrinth…it was strange.

She heard the infected creeping up on her, keeping in pace. Looking back at the decrepit faces of the walking dead, she saw their silver eyes staring at her with undying lust. She drew her gun and turned, aiming at the closest head in her sights. With the pull of her trigger finger, the bullet pierced the infected brain just above the right eye of the body. The corpse dropped and the others continued to follow, not stopping for their fallen comrade in its dying moments. Their eyes continued to target her soft and warm flesh, making their mouths water at every instance.

Addict jumped over logs and rocks in the way of her fast travels, her long legs bounding as quickly as they could. The infected were keeping their pace with her and panicked even more. The very corpses that were chasing her had spotted Addict just outside the laboratory's perimeter and had been following her since. Every time she would stop for a breather, they would catch up in absolutely no time. She had copious amounts of lacerations on her skin, both deep and shallow, that allowed the sweet scent of her blood waft through the air. She had no way of getting out of the jaws of death as the dinner bell continued to ring.

A stray root caught her foot and she gasped upon tumbling down a steep hill that suddenly appeared before her. Addict crashed against the rough dirt and slid into a small puddle, coming to an abrupt halt. Pain riddled through her body and just as she tried to move her arms to get up, she had immediately fallen face first into the ground.

"Thanks, Addict!" Ace quickly swooped in, grabbing the files, leaving Addict alone with the guards. He knew she could handle them, she was trained by the asshole known as Varrick after all. Though he still worried for her, quickly taking out the creatures with his own gun, he ran.

Addict's eyes narrowed and she swallowed a stubborn lump down her throat, gaining her footing quickly and got onto her feet.

Magenta eyes met with dark-brown eyes, the stare lasted no more than a second before Ace turned on his heel and set off sprinting. He didn't need to look back or listen closely to know that Addict was following him, this was a given. He had thought the openness of the field would help him be aware of anything around him, he had put a large amount of distance between him and any structure that someone could use to hide. But he had underestimated her aim, even at such a large distance, Addict had still been able to aim directly at him without revealing her position at all. As he sprinted through the field he came to a realization, in the direction he was running he would find himself entering a sparse forest that only led to a wide and wild river. He would be trapped.

Ace stumbled slowly into a halt, his head snapping from side to side and examining the open field, chest heaving with his unsteady breathing, and he could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears. A large gust of wind suddenly enveloped the field, blowing his short strands into his face, jis hair now not long enough to pull back and yet long enough to block his vision just right. Both his hands desperately came up to try and clear away the hair, still holding on tightly to the files, the wood brushing against his skin as he pulled back the strands of his hair.

A sudden and rough tug came from the woman, he had such a tight grip on it that it pulled him back along with it as someone suddenly yanked it. "Sorry Ace, but I need this!"

#simp party #simp party my beloved #addict and ace hours!#addict my beloved #addict and ace!#Addict was going easy on him argue with the wall #like literally #also can I mention how cute and playful this turned out😭#i swear it wasnt intended-#ahhHhhhh #the last part tho💀#i was watching walking dead while writing this so forgive me lmao #LoOkinG BaCk aT tHe DecRepIt FacEs oF tHe wALkiNg dEaD #Me and my goofy ass writing i swear💀💀💀#i just got into a walking dead type mood..#is that even an actual mood?#idk what im talking about anymore ignore this😭💀

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watched in feb

who's afraid of virginia woolf? - watched bc taylor dropped the tortured poet's department tracklist & swifties said "who's afraid of little old me?" could be a reference. Telling that i instinctively sided w martha and my dad w paul.. really funny and i wasnt expecting it. Relevant quote from my homework reading: "Have you never noticed this about people who are said to be vicious but clever, how keen the vision of their little souls is and how sharply it distinguishes the things it is turned towards? This shows that its sight isn't inferior but rather is forced to serve evil ends, so that the sharper it sees, the more evil it accomplishes." Apparently the set was full of fighting and drinking and crying and egos, yet they made this classic. Cinema is MAD, exploitation and mind games for the noble cause of Art etc. i wonder if i'll ever grow courage or if i'll ever collaborate successfully to make something good. i'm too sensitive and misanthropic though :(

basic instinct

sharon stone is the most gorgeous woman ever. Her beauty and magnetism carried this movie. Wow. The detective was a creep and an asshole and i wish she had killed him onscreen. I liked the lesbian stuff but it couldve been better, more believable if they had done justice to therapistgirl's character and not made her a sort of doormat for detectiveguy to fuck. (I forget everyone's names already it's been a few weeks). 90s Femme fatale thrillers >>> pure enjoyment

Monsters (koreeda)

i like koreeda and his quotidian japanese details and love of innocence so i'll put up with whatever he throws at me. But this didn't move me emotionally.. It's not that it was too sentimental for me (i don't mind exaggerated emotions or "being manipulated" at all in movies, i love "a walk to remember" LOL). Mainly it's that for a rashomon story the actual events of the plot didn't cut deep enough, have enough danger to live up to the reveals. I don't want the prevailing point of the perspective shifts to be "everyone is misunderstood and human and really none of them are the villain." I'm sick of that cliche, it's not as thought provoking as they think (why was the principal given that dumb uplifting trumpet scene ffs), it sucks the suspense out too much. The abusive dad showing up was a cop out like a mystery where the murderer is a nameless minor character that comes out of literally nowhere. Also not that it's a sexual film at all but the kids especially the smaller one are TOO YOUNG for a gay theme. i mean it felt shoehorned in, they were just lonely weird little boys who had a sweet friendship, it would be more poignant if that "attraction" wasn't made explicit, just leave it unsaid, just leave us something to think about. Don't get all neat. This is OK, nice, watchable, but not special like Nobody Knows or After Life.

#Etc #3 movies and i barely read anything this month... eugh #film review

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my tayler swift haterness is passive at best i dont really listen to her music ever, out of sight out of mind, usually the most i talk about her is when people irl are fans or play her music and i just mention the private jet stuff and then move on but like. gaylor? theres a whole subset of people who are insane like this????? ive really never thought about people actually. like actually saying shes a queer artist or anything it was always something so silly to me. like to say in earnest tayler swift is like. secretly a gay icon is so stupid. its so stupid! all her music is the most bland radio pop song over and over and its always about her relationships or self and its just so boring. shes boring!!! and thats fine whatever talk about real problems. hetlor? gaylor? like. what the fuck! its like shockingly dumb to me i have to talk about it. shes literally the most white bread person alive. i swear shes like a few years away from a church adjacent rock pop "era" or whatever and then itll be on the radio for years. theres so much better music i dont get itttt. swiftie cult mindset-> "she has to be gay because.... if not shes just exactly who she presents herself as. and that cant be it. so what if shes actually secretly gay. it makes so much sense thats why theres no evidence or anything. shes just been hiding it so the more i dont see evidence the more its true. and i want to have a gay icon online too!! "god i still giggle thinking about the stupid you are gay tweet its so funny. listen to actual queer artists. rico nasty, rina sawayama, another white woman lady gaga if ur scared. likwe. i am judging you. you are listening to the artist terrorizing retail employees who suffer from bad playlists at work. taylor is punk now. shes in forest for this album. shes flying in a private jet as we speak. googling with her agent the next man to date and breakup with. like. didnt she date Tom Hiddleston for like a week for pr. what the hell man. ok blogging over going to listen to the sounds of my head on my pillow and Bakar's song All Night vaguely replaying in my head as i sleep(ive been playing his album while i cleaned today thats my rec)

#its just so funny what the hell is going on

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I got that sunshine in my pocket. Got the good souls of Swifties. We've got those human heads up on us. Because G-d. Can't Stop the Feeling! Part 2/2.

23:17:23 GMT+3 Jerusalem, Israel, 12:17:23 AKDT Local Time (approximately 17 minutes, 23 seconds (1043 seconds) after posting the "Happy" post at 20:00:00 UTC)

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 339 and 340: Numbers 23:16 The Lord manfested Himself to Balaam and put a word in his mouth, saying, "Return to Balak and speak thus." Numbers 23:17 He went to him and found him standing beside his offerings, and the Moabite dignitaries with him. Balak asked him, "What did the Lord say?" Numbers 23:18 And he took up his theme, and said: Up Balak, attend, Give ear unto me, son of Zippor! Numbers 23:19 God is not man to be capricious, Or mortal to change His mind. Would He speak and not act, Promise and not fulfill? Numbers 23:20 My message was to bless: When He blesses, I cannot reverse it. Numbers 23:21 No harm is in sight for Jacob, No woe in view for Israel. The Lord their God is with them, And their King's acclaim in their midst. Numbers 23:22 God who freed them from Egypt Is for them like the horns of the wild ox. Numbers 23:23 Lo, there is no augury in Jacob, No divining in Israel: Jacob is told at once, Yea Israel, what God has planned.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1638: Proverbs 23:17 Do not envy sinners in your heart, But only God-fearing men, at all times, Proverbs 23:18 For then you will have a future, And your hope will never fail.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1619: Proverbs 12:17 He who testifies faithfully tells the truth, But a false witness, deceit.

Matthew 12:17 This was to fulfill what was spoken through the prophet Isaiah: Matthew 12:18 “Here is my servant whom I have chosen, the one I love, in whom I delight; I will put my Spirit on him, and he will proclaim justice to the nations.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 1187 and 1188: Ezekiel 17:23 I will plant it in Israel's lofty highlands, and it shall bring forth boughs and produce branches and grow into a noble cedar. Every bird of every feather shall take shelter under it, shelter in the shade of its boughs. Ezekiel 17:24 Then shall all the trees of the field know that it is I the Lord who have abased the lofty tree and exalted the lowly tree, who have dried up the green tree and made the withered tree bud. I the Lord have spoken, and I will act.

Matthew 17:22 When they came together in Galilee, he said to them, “The Son of Man is going to be delivered into the hands of men. Matthew 17:23 They will kill him, and on the third day he will be raised to life.” And the disciples were filled with grief.

John 17:20 “My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, John 17:21 that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. John 17:22 I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one— John 17:23 I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me. John 17:24 “Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my glory, the glory you have given me because you loved me before the creation of the world. John 17:25 “Righteous Father, though the world does not know you, I know you, and they know that you have sent me. John 17:26 I have made you known to them, and will continue to make you known in order that the love you have for me may be in them and that I myself may be in them.”

Strong's Concordance #1043 Beth-anath: From bayith and a plural from anah; house of replies/testimony/witness; "temple of Anat," a place in Naphtali Original Word: בֵּית עֲנָת

Sister Sledge - We Are Family

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Published: January 28, 2017 (28th day) Duration: 3:22 (202 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqETFKd65Eg QqETFKd65Eg QqETFKdEg deefgkqqt 4+5+5+6+7+10+70+70+100=277. 277+65=342. 342+202=544. 544+28=572.

Strong's Concordance #572 amtachath: something expansive, i.e. A bag -- sack. Original Word: אַמְתַּחַת

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 95, 96, 97, and 98: Genesis 44:1 Then he instructed his house steward as follows, "Fill the men's bags with food, as much as they can carry, and put each one's money in the mouth of his bag. Genesis 44:2 Put my silver goblet in the mouth of the bag of the youngest one, together with his money for the rations." And he did as Joseph told him. Genesis 44:4 They had just left the city and had not gone far, when Joseph said to his steward, "Up, go after the men! And when you overtake them, say to them, "Why did you repay good with evil? Genesis 44:5 It is the very one from which my master drinks and which he uses for divination. It was a wicked thing for you to do!" Genesis 44:12 He searched, beginning with the oldest and ending with the youngest, and the goblet turned up in Benjamin's bag. Genesis 44:15 Joseph said to them, "What is this deed that you have done? Do you not know that a min like me practices divination?" Genesis 44:27 Your servant my father said to us, As you know, my wife bore me two sons. Genesis 44:28 But one is gone from me, and I said: Alas, he was torn by a beast! And I have not seen him since. Genesis 45:1 Joseph could no longer control himself before all his attendants, and he cried out, "Have everyone withdraw from me!" So there was no one else about when Joseph made himself known to his brothers. Genesis 45:2 His sobs were so loud that the Egyptians could hear, and so the news reached Pharaoh's palace. Genesis 45:3 Joseph said to his brothers, "I am Joseph. Is my father still well?" But his brothers could not answer him, so dumfounded were they on account of him. Genesis 45:4 Then Joseph said to his brothers, "Come forward to me." And when they came forward, he said, "I am your brother Joseph, he whom you sold into Egypt. Genesis 45:5 Now, do not be distressed or reproach yourselves because you sold me hither: it was to save life that God sent me ahead of you.

"I hope you remind yourself of what you are, and what you are not. You are not damaged goods. You are not your mistakes. You’re not a result of the things you thought you could have done better, or times you felt you chose the wrong path, instead of the right one. You’re not somebody else’s opinion of you. You are wiser because you’ve made those mistakes. You are someone who’s brave enough to take chances. You are someone who was rained on over and over again, and kept on putting one foot in front of the other. I think that’s so much better than never having made a mistake, never having messed up or having failed. I think that the pain we go through when we make mistakes makes us stronger. And I think that being rained on over and over and over again can actually make us clean." - Taylor Swift - 1989 World Tour - Clean Speech - Tokyo Dome

Earthquake: M 1.6 - 18.6 km (11.6 mi) SSW of Sunrise, Alaska

2023-09-19 20:17:23 (UTC) 60.736°N 149.578°W 32.5 km depth

By the source of the Caribou Creek tributary that feeds into Resurrection Creek, the source of Donaldson Creek, the source of Frenchy Creek, Resurrection Pass Trail 318, and Seward Highway/Interstate A3/Route 1.

Approximately 12 miles SSE of Hope, Alaska.

“I believe with complete faith in the coming of Mashiach. Though he tarry, nonetheless I await him every day, that he will come.”.

Although some scholars believed that G-d has set aside a specific date for the coming of the mashiach, most authority suggests that the conduct of mankind will determine the time of the mashiach's coming. In general, it is believed that the mashiach will come in a time when he is most needed (because the world is so sinful), or in a time when he is most deserved (because the world is so good). For example, each of the following has been suggested as the time when the mashiach will come: if Israel repented a single day; if Israel observed a single Shabbat properly; if Israel observed two Shabbats in a row properly; in a generation that is totally innocent or totally guilty; in a generation that loses hope; in a generation where children are totally disrespectful towards their parents and elders; (JewFAQ.org)

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 1435 and 1436: Psalm 22:14 They open their mouths at me like tearing, roaring lions. Psalm 22:15 My life ebbs away: all my bones are disjointed; my heart is like wax, melting within me; Psalm 22:16 my vigor dries up like a shard; my tongue cleaves to my palate; You commit me to the dust of death. Psalm 22:17 Dogs surround me; a pack of evil ones closes in on me, like lions [they maul] my hands and feet. Psalm 22:18 I take count of all my bones while they look on and gloat. Psalm 22:19 They divide my clothes among themselves, casting lots for my garments.

Luke 23:52 Going to Pilate, he asked for Jesus’ body. Luke 23:53 Then he took it down, wrapped it in linen cloth and placed it in a tomb cut in the rock, one in which no one had yet been laid. Luke 23:54 It was Preparation Day, and the Sabbath was about to begin. Luke 23:55 The women who had come with Jesus from Galilee followed Joseph and saw the tomb and how his body was laid in it. Luke 23:56 Then they went home and prepared spices and perfumes. But they rested on the Sabbath in obedience to the commandment. Luke 24:1 On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. Luke 24:2 They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, Luke 24:3 but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. Luke 24:4 While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. Luke 24:5 In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? Luke 24:6 He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: Luke 24:7 The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ “ Luke 24:8 Then they remembered his words. Luke 24:9 When they came back from the tomb, they told all these things to the Eleven and to all the others.

Fibonacci Sequence: 8, 13: Taylor Swift - Cruel Summer

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Strong's Concordance #1195 Baana: The same as Ba'anah; Banana; with anah through the idea of looking down or browbeating); to depress literally or figuratively, abase self, affliction, chasten self, deal hardly with, defile, exercise, force, gentleness, humble (self), hurt, ravish, submit self, weaken; the name of several Israelites. Original Word: בַּעֲנָא

Caribou abcioru 1+2+3+9+50+80+200=345.

Strong's Concordance #345 Ayyah: from 'iy; the screamer, i.e. A hawk, kite, vulture; the name of a Horite, also of an Israelite Original Word: אַיָּה

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 884 and 885: Isaiah 18:4 For thus the Lord said to me: "I rest calm and confident in My habitation--Like a scorching heat upon sprouts, Like a rain-cloud in the heat of reaping time." Isaiah 18:5 For before the harvest, yet after the budding, When the blossom has hardened into berries, He will trim away the twigs with pruning hooks, And lop off the trailing branches. Isaiah 18:6 They shall all be left to the kites of the hills And to the beasts of the earth; The kites shall summer on them And all the beasts of the earth shall winter on them.

Matthew 24:26 “So if anyone tells you, ‘There he is, out in the wilderness,’ do not go out; or, ‘Here he is, in the inner rooms,’ do not believe it. Matthew 24:27 For as lightning that comes from the east is visible even in the west, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. Matthew 24:28 Wherever there is a carcass, there the vultures will gather.

Revelation 19:11 I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war. Revelation 19:12 His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself. Revelation 19:13 He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God. Revelation 19:14 The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean. Revelation 19:15 Coming out of his mouth is a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations. “He will rule them with an iron scepter.” He treads the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God Almighty. Revelation 19:16 On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written: King of kings and Lord of lords. Revelation 19:17 And I saw an angel standing in the sun, who cried in a loud voice to all the birds flying in midair, “Come, gather together for the great supper of God, Revelation 19:18 so that you may eat the flesh of kings, generals, and the mighty, of horses and their riders, and the flesh of all people, free and slave, great and small.”

"Irrational and Emotionally Fragile By Nature, Female Co-workers are a Peculiar Animal…" - Family Guy: Women in the Workplace

Do modern women receive equal benefits and pay to men?

Do modern women receive an accurate and appropriate level of credit for their work and success?

Are modern, successful women considered to be dirty, gluttonous, repulsive, unpleasant, greedy, unkind, unattractive, immoral, and shameless for purusing female empowerment, rights, equality and success?

Have any men who have a problem with successful women ever attempted to manipulate any successful woman/women into proclaiming themselves inferior in every way to a monkey, a pig and a goat by embracing and promoting the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face; and then having their female victims degrading, dehumanizing, and dewomanizing themselves via that farm animal face in public, as often as possible, to and for patriarchal amusement, empowerment, and perpetuity?

Are there any male-dominated political efforts to legalize all forms of rape and force women and girls of any and all ages (including girls being bottle-fed and in diapers--to permanently erase the ideas of feminism and civil and human rights for women when they're just babies) to be sex and breeding slaves to all males who embrace and demand to live in an Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey-inspired world to "liberate" those men from feminism and women's rights and validate all of their "darkest fantasies"?

On March 1, 1974, a grand jury in Washington, D.C., indicted several former aides of Nixon, who became known as the "Watergate Seven"—H. R. Haldeman, John Ehrlichman, John N. Mitchell, Charles Colson, Gordon C. Strachan, Robert Mardian, and Kenneth Parkinson—for conspiring to hinder the Watergate investigation. The grand jury secretly named Nixon as an unindicted co-conspirator. The special prosecutor dissuaded them from an indictment of Nixon, arguing that a president can be indicted only after he leaves office. John Dean, Jeb Stuart Magruder, and other figures had already pleaded guilty. On April 5, 1974, Dwight Chapin, the former Nixon appointments secretary, was convicted of lying to the grand jury. Two days later, the same grand jury indicted Ed Reinecke, the Republican Lieutenant Governor of California, on three charges of perjury before the Senate committee. Nixon's position was becoming increasingly precarious. On February 6, 1974, the House of Representatives approved H.Res. 803 giving the Judiciary Committee authority to investigate impeachment of the President. On July 27, 1974, the House Judiciary Committee voted 27-to-11 to recommend the first article of impeachment against the president: obstruction of justice. The Committee recommended the second article, abuse of power, on July 29, 1974. The next day, on July 30, 1974, the Committee recommended the third article: contempt of Congress. On August 20, 1974, the House authorized the printing of the Committee report H. Rep. 93–1305, which included the text of the resolution impeaching Nixon and set forth articles of impeachment against him. Faced with the inevitability of his impeachment and removal from office and with public opinion having turned decisively against him, Nixon decided to resign. In a nationally televised address from the Oval Office on the evening of August 8, 1974, the president said, in part: "In all the decisions I have made in my public life, I have always tried to do what was best for the Nation. In the past few days, however, it has become evident to me that I no longer have a strong enough political base in the Congress to justify continuing that effort. …the interest of the Nation must always come before any personal considerations. From the discussions I have had with Congressional and other leaders, I have concluded that because of the Watergate matter I might not have the support of the Congress that I would consider necessary to back the very difficult decisions and carry out the duties of this office in the way the interests of the Nation would require. …as President, I must put the interest of America first. America needs a full-time President and a full-time Congress, particularly at this time with problems we face at home and abroad. To continue to fight through the months ahead for my personal vindication would almost totally absorb the time and attention of both the President and the Congress in a period when our entire focus should be on the great issues of peace abroad and prosperity without inflation at home. Therefore, I shall resign the Presidency effective at noon tomorrow. Vice President Ford will be sworn in as President at that hour in this office." (Wikipedia)

How I Survived and Finally Broke The Cycle Of Intergenerational Trauma, Abuse, Molestation, and Incest That Began When I Was In Diapers - Tiffany Hamilton

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Strong's Concordance #1974 hillul: From halal (in the sense of rejoicing); a celebration of thanksgiving for harvest -- merry, praise. Original Word: הִלּוּל

That's the rotten core of the MAGA cult and political movement. This is the endgame of 1930s and 1960s Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey sexual predator, domestic abuser, and con artist female self-abuse, self-harm, and self-sabotage farm animal face. That's one of the possibly millions of faces of the victims of the Make America Great Again (by vicitimizing all girls and women when they're being bottle-fed and in diapers so they'll never know any different) movement.

This is the truth of why the MAGA cult targeted Roe vs. Wade and why they'll never stop assaulting girls and women and legalizing their intergenerational incestuous rape, forced impregnation, and female domestic slavery lifestyle.

The United States of America will never be united and great until American men and boys choose to stand united with American women and girls, in united American homes whereAmerican families are united by mutual respect for one another, and loving, united, educated, sophisticated, and worldly American ladies and gentlemen make and keep America united and great.

Considering that politicians and their supporters who undeniably embrace and act upon Aleister Crowley's and Anton LaVey's worldviews have legalized domestic violence and rape against ALL women and girls of ANY age, incest, forced impregnation and breeding, sexual grooming of girls of ANY age, and the death penalty for anyone who tries to protect or help those victimized women and girls, modern feminists cheering those people on with Aleister Crowley's and Anton LaVey's farm animal face expressions is accelerating the American implosion.

It's exactly the same as Marsha Blackburn voting against reproductive rights, the Violence Against Women Act, Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act, and the Paycheck Fairness Act while being a woman (Tennessee's first woman senator) in a position to help women, but abusing and sabotaging them instead. The Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face isn't liberating any women or girls from the Anton LaVeys of the world; it's just fueling and perpetuating all of those abuses against women and girls by validating that worldview.

When any woman makes the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face, they're giving the Anton LaVeys of the world their public seal of approval and saying that every woman and girl wants, needs, deserves, and really, really likes and fantasizes about being abused in all the ways Anton LaVey abused the women and girls he had access to. I really don't understand, and I seriously doubt I'd want to understand, how any modern woman with any self-respect can knowingly sabotage themselves and every other woman and girl in the world via the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face.

If anyone believes that women degrading, dehumanizing, and dewomanizing themselves via the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face for partriarchal amusement, empowerment, and perpetuity is a crucial component in female equality in human evolution and the strengthening of an inclusive, expansive, loving, nurturing, and humanitarian free will-based society, it'd be interesting to see and hear modern feminists debate the issue on behalf of all women and girls past, present, and future.

Likewise, if anyone believes that women degrading, dehumanizing, and dewomanizing themselves via the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face for partriarchal amusement, empowerment, and perpetuity is a crucial component in preventing and denying female equality in human evolution and the complete destruction of an inclusive, expansive, loving, nurturing, and humanitarian free will-based society, it'd be interesting to see and hear modern feminists debate the issue on behalf of all women and girls past, present, and future.

It's of utmost importance to remember that Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey were sexual predators, domestic abusers, and con artists in the 1930s and 1960s. It's extremely unlikely that the Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face was ever intended, nor is it now intended, to fully liberate all women and girls from societal norms, expectations, and patriarchal oppression, repression, and domestic enslavement through "living out their darkest fantasies" that could then be used to exploit, extort, and force them back "into their place" in patriarchal 1930s and 1960s societies. The math isn't mathing, because that's never going to add up to female empowerment and equality in any age for any woman or girl.

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Strong's Concordance #1852 doq: from daqaq; something crumbling, i.e. fine (as a thin cloth), a veil, curtain, thin Original Word: דֹּק

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Strong's Concordance #1805 deli: from dalah; a pail or jar (for drawing water) -- bucket. Original Word: דְּלִי

John 4:6 Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired as he was from the journey, sat down by the well. It was about noon. John 4:7 When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” John 4:8 (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.) John 4:9 The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.) John 4:10 Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.” John 4:11 “Sir,” the woman said, “you have nothing to draw with and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water? John 4:12 Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did also his sons and his livestock?” John 4:13 Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, John 4:14 but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” John 4:15 The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water so that I won’t get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water.”

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"The second you think that all your good fortune is a product of your virtue, you become highly judgmental, lacking empathy, totally without self-awareness, arrogant, stupid - I mean, all the stuff that our ruling class is." - Tucker Carlson

"Every time you walk down the street people are screaming, 'You're fired!'" - Donald Trump

"The best measure of a man's honesty isn't his income tax return. It's the zero adjust on his bathroom scale." - Arthur C. Clarke

"I judge people based on their honesty and merit." - Donald Trump

"A little more moderation would be good. Of course, my life hasn't exactly been one of moderation." - Donald Trump

"I like guts in my leaders." - Sean Hannity

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Strong's Concordance #11 abaddon: (place of) destruction or ruin, a perishing; Hades, Abaddon, doom Original Word: אֲבַדּוֹן

Strong's Concordance #3580 Kezib: From kazab; falsified, to lie, be a liar Original Word: כְּזִיב

Strong's Concordance #9 abedah: a lost thing, destruction, i.e. Hades Original Word: אֲבֵדָה

Trump Claimed ‘Magical Authorities’ Allowed Him to Do Illegal Things, Says Former Deputy Blasting Trump for "actively doing damage to our security," a former high-ranking Homeland Security official announces he is endorsing Joe Biden Tom Dickinson Rolling Stone August 18, 2020 Perhaps most alarming, Taylor says that Trump was undeterred by warnings that his chosen policy objectives were illegal: “He didn’t want us to tell them it was illegal anymore,” Taylor recalls, “because he knew that there were — and these were his words — he knew that he had ‘magical authorities.'” In the two-minute video, Taylor describes Trump not only as lawless, but as cruel and vindictive — alleging that the president sought to withhold FEMA aid to victims of wildfire in California because he was incensed that the state had voted against him, and that Trump wanted to restart the family-separation policy “to show those parents that they shouldn’t come to the border in the first place.” People who are still serving in this administration have said to me, 'Just wait until the second term. It’ll be no holds barred. It’ll be shock-and-awe. We’ll do what we want.' Given what I’ve experienced in the administration, I have to support Joe Biden for president. And even though I’m not a Democrat, even though I disagree on key issues, I’m confident that Joe Biden will protect the country. And I’m confident he won’t make the same mistakes as this president."

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In me you will come forth, Lord: בֵּי תפֶּלֶ ט אַדּוֹן

Strong's Concordance #1046 Beth Palet: From bayith and paliyt; house of escape; house of output/production; house that delivers results; House of "Building Back Better"; a place in S. Judah Original Word: בֵּית פֶּלֶט

Strong's Concordance #114 Addon: powerful, lord, master, owner; a place in Babylon Original Word: אַדּוֹן

Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face doesn't make America great. Aleister Crowley believed that True Will and true magical power meant being a "demon infested" person with a self-proclaimed right and entitlement to: live by one's own law; live in the way that one wills to do; work, play, and rest as one will; die when and how one will; eat and drink what one will; live where one will; move about the earth as one will; think, speak, write, draw, paint, carve, etch, mould, build, and dress as one will; love when, where and with whom one will; and kill those who would thwart these rights irrespective of any laws and/or what anyone thinks or feels about the "demon infested" individual engaging in these indulgent, chaotic, indulgent, uncivilized, and criminal behaviors and actions. Crowley believed that the only real definition of a "Crime" is described as being a violation of one's True Will and that the "demon infested" individual has a divine right and responsibility to the world, humanity, and the Universe to kill those who would thwart a "demon infested" individual's True Will rights. (Wikipedia)

The anthropologist Jean La Fontaine highlighted an article that appeared in a LaVeyan magazine, The Black Flame, in which one writer described "a true Satanic society" as one in which the population consists of "free-spirited, well-armed, fully-conscious, self-disciplined individuals, who will neither need nor tolerate any external entity 'protecting' them or telling them what they can and cannot do." See: the cult of donald trump's MAGA/Christian Identity movement and the modern GOP/Republican Party of the United States (Wikipedia)

Anton LaVey believed in the imminent demise of Christianity. In addition, he believed that society would enter an Age of Satan, in which a generation living in accordance with LaVeyan principles would come to power. LaVeyan Satanism places great emphasis on the role of liberty and personal freedom. LaVey believed that the ideal Satanist should be individualistic and non-conformist, rejecting what he called the "colorless existence" that mainstream society sought to impose on those living within it. He praised the human ego for encouraging an individual's pride, self-respect, and self-realization and accordingly believed in satisfying the ego's desires. He expressed the view that self-indulgence was a desirable trait, and that hate and aggression were not wrong or undesirable emotions but that they were necessary and advantageous for survival. Accordingly, he praised the Seven Deadly Sins as virtues which were beneficial for the individual. Anton LaVey supported eugenics and expected it to become a necessity in the future, when it would be used to breed an elite who reflected LaVey's "Satanic" principles. In his view, this elite would be "superior people" who displayed the "Satanic" qualities of creativity and nonconformity. He regarded these traits as capable of hereditary transmission, and made the claim that "Satanists are born, not made". He believed that the elite should be siphoned off from the rest of the human "herd", with the latter being forced into ghettoes, ideally "space ghettoes" located on other planets. (Wikipedia) Beginning with the invasion of Poland during World War II, the Nazi regime set up ghettos across German-occupied Eastern Europe in order to segregate and confine Jews, and sometimes Romani people, into small sections of towns and cities furthering their exploitation. (Wikipedia)

Aleister Crowley was even more beastly than we’d imagined His magick and grandiose, self-awarded titles were a lot of nonsense, but his sexual adventures had a very dark side, Phil Baker reveals From magazine issue: 20 August 2022 I have never had much time for Aleister Crowley. Magic(k) is nonsense; the mystical societies he founded were simply pretexts for him to take as many drugs and have as much sex as he could. And he was a second-rate writer at best. When the novelist Arthur Calder-Marshall said he had gone ‘from Great Beast to Great Bore’, I thought it a fair summing-up. Crowley initiates were some of the dodgiest people in the western world – either frauds or hucksters themselves or the most gullible of fools. In the end I don’t think it matters. There was plenty of this stuff around at the time. W.B. Yeats (who hated Crowley) was mixed up in it too; a hodge-podge of half-baked, pseudo-religious imagery and bad Latin which Crowley used in order to find sexual partners and pay for his drug habit – cocaine and heroin mainly. The fine dining can’t have been cheap either, but to Crowley’s credit he had a knack of being paid for by whoever he was with at the time, when he wasn’t (allegedly) doing a runner from the restaurant itself. It is all fun and games, just about, until we get to page 109 and his encounter with Leah Hirsig (‘Alostrael’). I shall spare you the details of what he got up to, or claimed to have got up to, with her. Suffice it to say that Baker makes this comment: ‘Trying to have sex with a goat (after which Crowley cut its throat) seems innocuous enough’ by comparison. ‘It doesn’t sound either allegorical or pure fantasy,’ he adds, of Crowley’s account. https://www.spectator.co.uk/article/aleister-crowley-was-even-more-beastly-than-we-d-imagined/

Was that Aleister Crowley sexual encounter supposed to be the "Greatest Of All Time" "darkest fantasy" of all modern feminists and empowered girls and women that "liberates them from societal expectations and oppressive patriarchy"?

Not the cats!?!?! Fascinated by the O.T.O's emphasis on sex magic, Aleister Crowley devised a magical working based on anal sex and incorporated it into the syllabus for those O.T.O. members who had been initiated into the eleventh degree. Cecil Frederick Russell often argued with Crowley, disliking the same-sex sexual magic that he was required to perform, and left after a year. Arriving in New York City, Crowley moved into a hotel and began earning money writing for the American edition of Vanity Fair and undertaking freelance work for the famed astrologer Evangeline Adams. In the city, he continued experimenting with sex magic, through the use of masturbation, female prostitutes, and male clients of a Turkish bathhouse; all of these encounters were documented in his diaries. Crowley offered a libertine education for children, allowing them to play all day and witness acts of sex magic. He occasionally travelled to Palermo to visit, rent boys, and buy supplies, including drugs; his heroin addiction came to dominate his life, and cocaine began to erode his nasal cavity. A young Thelemite named Raoul Loveday moved to Crowley's Abbey with his wife Betty May; while Loveday was devoted to Crowley, May detested Crowley and life at the commune. She later said that her husband Loveday was made to drink the blood of a sacrificed cat, and that they were required to cut themselves with razors every time they used the pronoun "I" (indicating that they still considered themselves to be human beings, not farm animals, worthy of being treated as human beings, and connected to human society with human laws that applied to Crowley). Raoul Loveday drank from a local polluted stream, soon developing a liver infection resulting in his death in February 1923. In August 1931, Crowley took Bertha Busch as his new lover; they had a violent relationship, and often physically assaulted one another until Crowley left her and returned to London. (Wikipedia)

Aleister Crowley encouraged religious diversity as long as it only includes Wicca, Gnosticism, Satanism, Setianism, Luciferianism, alchemy, astrology, qabalah, tantra, tarot divination, yoga, Taoism, Hinduism, Buddhism, and Hermetic Qabalah. The Rule of Three (also Three-fold Law or Law of Return) is a religious tenet held by some Wiccans, Neo-Pagans and occultists. It states that whatever energy a person puts out into the world, be it positive or negative, will be returned to that person three times. (Wikipedia)

Are all women and girls more empowered and liberated, or less empowered and liberated, when they're forbidden and disassociated from using the "I" pronoun; and instead have to accept they have no value outside of being a "team" member that empowers, promotes, and perpetuatesa female-hostile patriarchy that considers all women and girls to be dirty, gluttonous, repulsive, unpleasant, greedy, unkind, unattractive, immoral, and shameless for purusing female empowerment, rights, equality and success?

Telling Amy’s Story | Full documentary Hosted by actress and activist Mariska Hargitay, and told by detective Deirdri Fishel, Telling Amy’s Story follows the timeline of a domestic violence homicide that occurred in central Pennsylvania on Nov. 8, 2001. While we will never be able to change the ending to Amy's story, we hope that its telling can change outcomes for the millions of victims, survivors, and loved ones affected by domestic violence everyday.

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Strong's Concordance #4583 maon or main: residence, den, dwelling, habitation, an abode, of God (the Tabernacle or the Temple), men (their home) or animals (their lair); hence, a retreat (asylum). Original Word: מָעוֹן

It's always true that we're exactly where we're meant to be, doing exactly what we're meant to be doing, experiencing exactly what we're meant to be experiencing to prepare us and pave our way to the exact time and place of opportunity humanity needs us for. Everything adds up. Even when it may seem like the math isn't mathing, it's totally mathing - always. It's really interesting that the Taylor Trifecta, the Taylor Trinity, just happens to include: One of the most beloved and successful music therapists in human history, a martial artist and actor who cares enough to stand up for who and what matters in this world for humanity's sake, and a nurse with a holistic well-being and mental health podcast who's driven to help. Just as there is an Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey trinity, there's an equal and opposite trinity in the Taylors (those who take resources and either make something new, or like new); and that Trinity is exactly as it's meant to be to do what it was created to do; and that Taylors trinity has been preparing for this time of human need and opportunity for their whole lives.

This is the work Swifties are especially adept at:

Remind humanity that they have a human head, with a human brain in it, with a human face, and their whole human self is connected to the entire human race as a human being, not a helpless, powerless, bottom-of-the-food chain petting zoo farm animal.

Remind people why human beings who "Shake It Off" live to "Shake It Off" another day.

Remind humanity of why Swiftie tour outfits are so beautiful, sacred, special, and so celebrated far and wide: They're a revolution against everyone who tries to stop them from embracing and using the "I" pronoun and being individuals in a world of highly-manipulated and toxic consumerism, politics, schools, workplaces, and, unfortunately, homes.

Remind humanity of why faith, hope, and love are a far greater source of inner and outer strength than entropy, apathy, fear, hate, anger, greed, belligerence, and some kind of "demon infestation".

Remind humanity that just because you haven't gotten where you think you're supposed or entitled to be, that if you just focus on succeeding at one simple task at a time that you CAN do, no matter how things seem, or how you feel, you can and will be successful.

Irrespective of Swifties having fun trolling each other, Taylor, and Google with wrong answers only, Swifties solving puzzles at their own pace and level of ability, and people joining in just because it's fun to be part of something like solving 33 million puzzles as quickly as possible, people around the earth pulled together and succeeded at a puzzle-solving rate of 497 accurate answers per second for 18 hours and 26 minutes (minus the downtime, so the rate is actually higher) to unlock the 1989 Taylor's Version album vault.

That's a lot of human beings with human heads and human brains saying, "I want to be part of this!"; with the "I" pronoun being the crucial driving force of that global vault-cracking team. Everyone who's ever witnessed Taylor Swift and her Swifties shine for each other and the whole human race knows how crucial the "I" pronoun is to all of that.

Everyone who has ever felt or said, "I love you," and "I love you, too" to someone knows that that experience would be impossible without the "I" pronoun; but a farm animal with a farm animal brain has no need for the "I" pronoun; so that's why the most important work is reminding real people that real humans don't have farm animal heads and farm animal brains, and don't associate human excellence and achievement with inaccurate farm animal imagery, avatars, and metaphors like, "[they're the] GOAT!".

It's definitely "Speak Now" time. Humanity is missing and being deprived of empowered and joyful women, children, and men; because when Mamma ain't happy, nobody happy. The "I" pronoun situation is the work, there's no time to waste in attending to it, and that work can never and will never be done; it'll always be a generation-to-generation responsibility to keep the fragile little flame of love from burning out within the human race; because real humans have always been defined, and always will be defined and remembered, by how and why they love(d).

Taylor Swift's entire discography and filmography couldn't exist without the "I" pronoun. How could any Swiftie say, "I love this song," "I dedicate this song to…," "I'd like to request…," "I'd like to hear…," or "I'm voting for…" without the "I" pronoun? Taylor Swift wouldn't have a career or a legacy if the "I" pronoun, and all of the thoughts, emotions, and feelings connected to it, ceased to exist; but that's the goal and purpose of the 1930s and 1960s Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face. There's definitely an "I" in "Time's Up" for the 1930s and 1960s Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face.

Taylor Swift - "ME!" Girl, there ain't no I in "team" Girl, there ain't no I in "team" Girl, there ain't no I in "team" Songwriters: Brendon Urie / Joel Little / Taylor Swift

Here's the truth of those lyrics in MAGA-infested and rapidly-imploding America (that's negatively impacting human and civil rights across the whole world and human race, btw): Don't you have a human brain in your head? Girl, there ain't no I in "team"; discourage all women and girls from behaving like you; shame, abuse, degrade, dehumanize, dewomanize, and demotherize yourself immediately by proclaiming yourself to be inferior in every way to a monkey, a pig, and a goat by making the 1930s and 1960s Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face! You got nothin' between your ears! How dare any woman or girl disrespect any man or boy by wanting to appear outside of any male's house and make a spectacle of themselves in public, entice or invite other males to look upon them via the internet or a TV broadcast, and then suggest that women and girls have a place outside of the "team" of their expected and demanded domestic duties, responsibilities, and "special love visits privileges" that might eventually validate a girl's or woman's entire existence if they're lucky enough to be impregnated! You'll think what you're told to think, and say what you're told to say, or you'll think and say nothing at all! Discourage all women and girls from behaving like you; restore the honor and public standing of all men and boys you've dishonored by shaming and dishonoring yourself; shame, abuse, degrade, dehumanize, dewomanize, and demotherize yourself immediately by proclaiming yourself to be inferior in every way to a monkey, a pig, and a goat by making the 1930s and 1960s Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face!

Why is it that the males who perpetuate the 1930s and 1960s Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face prefer to make white supremacist hand symbols (the "okay" finger circle and three fingers WP), but their women and girls are expected to make the farm animal face on-demand to prove they've got nothing in their brain? Why is it that the males who perpetuate the 1930s and 1960s Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face prefer to keep their women and girls isolated and focused only on their male's happiness, career, and not even having a name unless their male decides they're worthy of a name (that their male, and only their male, decides--notice the absolute denial of the "I" pronoun)? Why is it that the males who perpetuate the 1930s and 1960s Aleister Crowley and Anton LaVey farm animal face demand that the women and girls in their lives remain completely focused only on their males' entitlement, privilege, long list of grievances pertaining to perceived violations of those white supremacist male entitlements and privileges, and their males' endless sadness and anger about how unfair all of that is for white supremacist males who've never worked, and have no intention of ever working, as hard as they demand their farm animal-headed women and girls do (to perpetually reinforce their women's and girls' breeding livestock and plantation slave mentality)? Are there any laws in any country that give any farm animal-headed creatures equal rights, entitlements, and privileges to white supremacist males in those countries?

"Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, the most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I've begun to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything. I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back regretting the moments we didn't speak up. When we didn't say 'I love you.' When we should've said 'I'm sorry.' When we didn't stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help. Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone. What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrassed, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest. So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you’ll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying ‘I could’ve, but it’s too late now.’ There is a time for silence. There is a time for waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it. I don't think you should wait. I think you should speak now. Love, Taylor" - Taylor Swift - (2010 Speak Now liner notes)

The hazel-branch A fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm One afternoon the Christ-child had laid himself in his cradle-bed and had fallen asleep. Then his mother came to him, looked at him full of gladness, and said, "Hast thou laid thyself down to sleep, my child?" Sleep sweetly, and in the meantime I will go into the wood, and fetch thee a handful of strawberries, for I know that thou wilt be pleased with them when thou awakest." In the wood outside, she found a spot with the most beautiful strawberries; but as she was stooping down to gather one, an adder sprang up out of the grass. She was alarmed, left the strawberries where they were, and hastened away. The adder darted after her; but Our Lady, as you can readily understand, knew what it was best to do. She hid herself behind a hazel-bush, and stood there until the adder had crept away again. Then she gathered the strawberries, and as she set out on her way home she said, "As the hazel-bush has been my protection this time, it shall in future protect others also." Therefore, from the most remote times, a green hazel-branch has been the safest protection against adders, snakes, and everything else which creeps on the earth. https://www.grimmstories.com/en/grimm_fairy-tales/the_hazel-branch

So long, little snake. It was miserable having you slithering around thinking you were something.

Butterflies beefilrsttu 2+5+5+6+9+20+80+90+100+100+200=617.

Strong's Concordance #617 Assir: The same as 'acciyr; prisoner; an Israelite name Original Word: אַסִּיר

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 961 and 962: Isaiah 49:1 Listen, O coastlands, to me, And give heed, O nations afar: The ALord appointed me before I was born, He named me while I was in my mother's womb. Isaiah 49:2 He made my mouth like a sharpened blade, He hid me in the shadow of His hand, And He made me like a polished arrow; He concealed me in His quiver. Isaiah 49:3 And He said to me, "You are My servant, Israel in whom I glory." Isaiah 49:4 I thought, "I have labored in vain, I have spent my strength for empty breath." But my case rested with the Lord, My recompense was in the hands of my god. Isaiah 49:5 And now the Lord has resolved--He who formed me in the womb to be His servant--To bring back Jacob to Himself, That Israel may be resotred to Him. And I have been honored in the sight of the Lord, My God has been my strength. Isaiah 49:6 For He has said: "It is too little that you should be My servant In that I raise up the tribes of Jacob And restore the survivors of Israel: I will also make you a light of nations, That My salvation may reach the ends of the earth." Isaiah 49:7 Thus said the Lord, The Reedeemer of Israel, his Holy One, To the despised one, To the abhorred nations, To the slave of rulers: Kings shall see and stand up; Nobles, and they shall prostrate themselves--To the honor of the Lord, who is faithful, To the Holy One of Israel who chose you. Isaiah 49:8 Thus said the Lord: In an hour of favor I answer you, And on a day of salvation I help you--I created you and appointed you a covenant people--Restoring the land, Allotting anew the desolate holdings, Isaiah 49:9 Saying to the prisoners, "Go free," To those who are in darkness, "Show yourselves." They shall pasture along the roads, On every bare height shall be their pasture. Isaiah 49:10 They shall not hunger or thirst, Hot wind and sun shall not strike them; For He who loves them will lead them, He will guide them to springs of water. Isaiah 49:11 I will make all My mountains a road, And My highways shall be built up.

Taylor Swift - ME! (feat. Brendon Urie of Panic! At The Disco) ft. Brendon Urie

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Strong's Concordance #2126 Zina: From zuwn; well-fed, well-nourished; or perhaps an orthographical error for Ziyza'; prominence; a Levite, fornication (unmarried sexual intercourse) Original Word: זִינָא

Taylor Swift - ME! Behind The Scenes: Je Suis Calme

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Strong's Concordance #2522 chalash: to prostrate; by implication, to overthrow, decay, discomfit, overwhelmed, waste away, to be weak, weaken. Original Word: חָלַשׁ

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Published: June 20, 2022 (171st day) Duration: 4:47 (287 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjki-9Pthh0 yjki-9Pthh0 yjki-Pthh hhijkpty 8+8+9+600+10+60+100+400=1195. 1195+9+0=1204. 1204+287=1491. 1491+171=1662.

Strong's Concordance #1662 Gath-hachepher: from gath and chaphar "wine press of digging/excavation/delving into/researching/seeking/the well,"; home of Jonah Original Word: גִּת־הַחֵפֶר

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 974: Isaiah 55:1 Ho, all who are thirsty, Come for water, Even if you have no money; come, buy food and eat; Buy food without money, Wine and milk without cost.

Luke 11:29 As the crowds increased, Jesus said, “This is a wicked generation. It asks for a sign, but none will be given it except the sign of Jonah. Luke 11:30 For as Jonah was a sign to the Ninevites, so also will the Son of Man be to this generation.

Touch: "Pilot" (alternatively "Tales of the Red Thread") is the first episode of Touch. It originally aired in a special preview event held January 25, 2012, on FOX.

"Today we'll send over 300 billion e-mails 19 billion text messages. Yet we'll still feel alone. The average person will say 2,250 words to 7.4 other individuals. Will these words be used to hurt or to heal? The ratio is always the same. 1 to 1.618, over and over and over again. The patterns are hidden in plain sight. You just have to know where to look. Things most people see as chaos actually follow subtle laws of behavior. Galaxies, plants, seashells. The patterns never lie. But only some of us can see how the pieces fit together. 7,080,360,000 of us live on this tiny planet. This is the story of some of those people. There's an ancient Chinese myth about the Red Thread of Fate. It says the gods have tied a red thread around every one of our ankles and attached it to all the people whose lives we're destined to touch. This thread may stretch, or tangle, but it'll never break. It's all predetermined by mathematical probability, and it's my job to keep track of those numbers, to make the connections for those who need to find each other, the ones whose lives need to touch. I was born 4,161 days ago, on October 26, 2000. I've been alive for 11 years, 4 months, 21 days and 14 hours. And in all that time I've never said a single word." - Jake/Jacob/Israel Bohm

October 26, 2000: Strong's Concordance #4161 motsa: a place or act of going forth, issue, export, source, spring, growing place, a mine. Original Word: מוֹצָא

A Web search leads Jake's father, Martin, to the Teller Institute, a rundown home at 318 West Tesla Street. Arthur Teller explains that, on his own, Jake discovered the Fibonacci sequence, a mathematical ratio concerning patterns repeated in nature: a wave's curve, a shell's spiral, segments of a pineapple. Jake sees vast connections that amount to road maps, and it's Martin's job, his destiny, to follow them for Jake.

"Imagine the unspeakable beauty of the universe he sees! No wonder he doesn't talk." - Arthur Teller on Jacob/Israel Bohm

In the 2012 television series Touch, season 1, episode 9, "Music of the Spheres", Jacob "Jake" Bohm, a mute boy who mysteriously feels the suffering of those along his path and aims to positively adjust their fates, is revealed as possibly one of the "Lamed Vav Tzadikim" by a Hasidic man. In the second season of Touch, Jake and other people who have special gifts are referred to as members of the 36; throughout the episodes they are exploited for their capabilities and are hunted down by one who believes they hold too much power. The final episode features consideration of the Kabbalah and the mystical roots of the legend of the 36.

Lamedvavnik (Yiddish: למד־װאָװניק), is the Yiddish term for one of the 36 humble righteous ones or Tzadikim mentioned in kabbalah or Jewish mysticism. According to this teaching, at any given time there are at least 36 holy persons in the world who are Tzadikim. These holy people are hidden; i.e., nobody knows who they are. According to some versions of the story, they themselves may not know who they are.

For the sake of these 36 hidden saints, God preserves the world even if the rest of humanity has degenerated to the level of total barbarism. This is similar to the story of Sodom and Gomorrah in the Hebrew Bible, where God told Abraham that he would spare the city of Sodom if there was a quorum of at least 10 righteous men. Since nobody knows who the Lamedvavniks are, not even themselves, every Jew should act as if he or she might be one of them; i.e., lead a holy and humble life and pray for the sake of fellow human beings. It is also said that one of these 36 could potentially be the Jewish Messiah if the world is ready for them to reveal themselves. Otherwise, they live and die as an ordinary person. Whether the person knows they are the potential Messiah is debated. (Wikipedia)

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Published: 12/5/2020 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvQ_qJYZ-7A dvQ_qJYZ-7A adjqqvyz 1+4+600+70+70+700+400+500=2345. 2345+7=2352. Strong's Concordance #2352 chuwr: hole, cave, a pit, to bore; the crevice of a serpent; a prison cell, a grave, a tomb. Original Word: חוּר

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Pages 870 and 871: Isaiah 11:1 But a shoot shall grow out of the stump of Jesse, A twig shall sprout from his stock. Isaiah 11:2 The spirit of the Lord shall alight upon him: A spirit of wisdom and insight, A spirit of counsel and valor, A spirit of devotion and reverence for the Lord. Isaiah 11:3 He shall sense the truth by his reverence for the Lord; He shall not judge by what his eyes behold, Nor decide by what his ears perceive. Isaiah 11:4 Thus he shall judge the poor with equity And decide with justice for the lowly of the land. He shall strike down a land with the rod of his mouth And slay the wicked with the breath of his lips. Isaiah 11:5 Justice shall be the girdle of his loins, And faithfulness the girdle of his waist. Isaiah 11:6 The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, The leopard lie down with the kid; the calf, the beast of prey, and the fatling together, With a little boy to herd them. Isaiah 11:7 The cow and the bear shall graze, Their young shall lie down together; And the lion, like the ox, shall eat straw. Isaiah 11:8 A babe shall play Over a viper's hole, And an infant shall pass his hand Over an adder's den. Isaiah 11:9 In all of My sacred mount Nothing evil or vile shall be done; For the land shall be filled with devotion to the Lord As water covers the sea. Isaiah 11:10 In that day, The stock of Jesse that has remained standing Shall become a standard to peoples--Nations shall seek his counsel And his abode shall be honored.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1053: Jeremiah 17:13 O Hope of Israel! O Lord! All who forsake You shall be put to shame, Those in the land who turn from You Shall be doomed men, For they have forsaken the Lord, The Fount of living waters.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1459: Psalm 39:7 Man walks about as a mere shadow; mere futility is his hustle and bustle, amassing and not knowing who will gather in. Psalm 39:8 What, then, can I count on, O Lord? In You my hope lies.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1616: Proverbs 10:28 The righteous can look forward to joy, But the hope of the wicked is doomed. Proverbs 10:29 The way of the Lord is a stronghold for the blameless, But a ruin for evildoers.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1617: Proverbs 11:7 At death the hopes of a wicked man are doomed, And the ambition of evil men comes to nothing.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1620: Proverbs 13:12 Hope deferred sickens the heart, But desire realized is a tree of life.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1678: Job 14:7 There is hope for a tree; If it is cut down it will renew itself; Its shoots will not cease.

“I believe with complete faith in the coming of Mashiach. Though he tarry, nonetheless I await him every day, that he will come.”.

"For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone." - Audrey Hepburn

"The words of kindness are more healing to a drooping heart than balm or honey." - Sarah Fielding

"No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world." - Robin Williams

"Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill." - Buddha

"The language of friendship is not words but meanings." - Henry David Thoreau

Strong's Concordance #1 ab: father, father of individual, God as Father of His people, head of household, family or clan, originator or patron of a class, profession, or art, figurative of producer, generator, figurative of benevolence & protection, term of respect & honor, specifically, ruler, chief (late), Aleph, first letter Original Word: אָב

Psalm 1:6 (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English TANAKH) Page 1413 For the Lord cherishes the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked is doomed.

Psalm 1:6 (New International Version Christian Holy Bible) For the LORD watches over the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked leads to destruction.

Psalm 1:6 (King James Version Christian Holy Bible) For the LORD knows the way of the righteous, But the way of the ungodly shall perish.

Cherish: (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English TANAKH) 1a: to hold dear : feel or show affection for 1b: to keep or cultivate with care and affection : NURTURE 2: to entertain or harbor in the mind deeply and resolutely (Merriam-Webster)

Watch over: (New International Version Christian Holy Bible) 1: as in supervise; to be in charge of (Merriam-Webster)

Know: (King James Version Christian Holy Bible) 1: to perceive directly : have direct cognition of 2: to have understanding of (Merriam-Webster)

During the Roman occupation of Israel, before they tortured and murdered Jesus Christ and destroyed the Second Temple of the Almighty Abrahamic G-d of Israel and the Hebrews, the terms "watch over" and "know" accurately described what the Romans and Roman-loyalist traitors subjected Jesus Christ and His apostles to. Those terms are found in the so-called "Old Testament" that was translated from Hebrew and Aramaic by co-conspirators of the people who actually tortured and murdered Jesus Christ, destroyed the Second Temple, committed massive genocidal and ethnic cleansing war crimes and crimes against humanity against Israel and the native Hebrew population, and created the antisemitic, genocidal, ethnic cleansing, and antichrist/satanic Sunday "Lord's Day" that led to the implosion of their empire 55 years after its implementation.

In contrast, "cherish" is the term the Jewish Publication Society's Hebrew-English TANAKH uses to describe how the Almighty Abrahamic G-d of the Abrahamic faiths loves, embraces, holds dear, and nurtures all who keep His commandments, loves and blesses the Hebrews, and all who fear, honor, and glorify the Almighty Abrahamic G-d of the Abrahamic faiths. All true students of the authentic life and teachings of Jesus Christ immediately recognize "cherish" as being 100% consistent with the reason Jesus Christ was sent, the reason and ways that Jesus Christ shared the love of His ABBA Father and laid down His life for His Father, Israel, all Hebrews, and all who would believe in Him and His ABBA Father, the Almighty Abrahamic G-d of the Abrahamic faiths. And that's why every true student of the authentic life and teachings of Jesus Christ needs to have a Jewish Publication Society translation of the Hebrew TANAKH, compare it to the closest Christian Holy Bible translation, the New International Version, and ignore the blasphemy of the "Old Testament" of the Christian Holy Bible entirely; because the "New Testament" can't exist in the same book as the "Old Testament" that completely and intentionally invalidates it.

John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

John 3:16 doesn't state that G-d gave Jesus Christ as a Passover sacrifice to prove He is supervising and in charge of humanity (New International Version Christian Holy Bible). John 3:16 doesn't state that G-d gave Jesus Christ as a Passover sacrifice to prove He is watching humanity and knows what everyone's doing (King James Version Christian Holy Bible).

"Cherish" is the only accurate and acceptable translation that matches John 3:16 of the "New Testament" about the authentic life and teachings of Jesus Christ; but it's not found in either of what's considered to be the two most respected and accurate translations of the Christian Holy Bible; it's only found in the Jewish Publication Society's Hebrew-English TANAKH. Friday night to Saturday night is the only weekly seventh-day Sabbath for all who would be the cherished and righteous true students of the authentic life and teachings of Jesus Christ, because Jesus Christ, His apostles, and all of His followers and believers kept the seventh-day Sabbath holy every single week. And isn't it interesting that those suffering under the 5 generation curse of the antisemitic, genocidal, ethnic cleansing, antichrist/satanic Sunday "Lord's Day" were, and still are, unable to accurately translate the same original Hebrew scriptures that Jesus Christ studied, lived, taught, and died by and for; yet the Hebrews who keep the seventh-day Sabbath holy and keep the commandments of the Almighty Abrahamic G-d of the Abrahamic faiths can and do translate the Hebrew TANAKH scriptures accurately so they're a perfect match for the Christian "New Testament"? The simple, obvious, and undeniable answer is: Psalm 1:6 (JPS Hebrew-English TANAKH), Page 1413: For the Lord cherishes the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked is doomed.

John 18:4 Jesus, knowing all that was going to happen to him, went out and asked them, “Who is it you want?” John 18:5 “Jesus of Nazareth,” they replied. “I am he,” Jesus said. (And Judas the traitor was standing there with them.) John 18:6 When Jesus said, “I am he,” they drew back and fell to the ground.

Matthew 11:1 After Jesus had finished instructing his twelve disciples, he went on from there to teach and preach in the towns of Galilee. Matthew 11:2 When John, who was in prison, heard about the deeds of the Messiah, he sent his disciples Matthew 11:3 to ask him, “Are you the one who is to come, or should we expect someone else?” Matthew 11:4 Jesus replied, “Go back and report to John what you hear and see: Matthew 11:5 The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is proclaimed to the poor. Matthew 11:6 Blessed is anyone who does not stumble on account of me.”

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 917: Isaiah 32:5 No more shall a villain be called noble, Nor shall "gentleman" be said of a knave.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 1447 and 1448: Psalm 32:5 then I acknowledged my sin to You; I did not cover up my guilt; I resolved, "I will confess my transgressions to the Lord," and You forgave the guilt of my sin. Selah. Psalm 32:6 Therefore let every faithful man pray to You upon discovering [his sin], that the rushing mighty waters not overtake him. Psalm 32:7 You are my shelter; You preserve me from distress; You surround me with the joyous shouts of deliverance. Selah.

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