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fregget-frou · 2 years
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Hey look it’s our favorite boys!
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gay-salt-amber · 2 years
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Can we get a full story on Georgi and Jeans relationship? I think its really cute from the information you gave us and I wanna know more! - :D anon
Yes I sure can! Hope you like it :D
Love On The Ice
The ice rink. A figure skaters home away from home. Some go to the ice for training, some go there for fun, some go there to cry, some go there to rage, and some go there for love. This is no different for a 25 year old French skater named Jean Douce.
Jean pov-
Walking to the rink was something I always enjoy. Sure, my bag was kinda heavy at times and the walk may be long but it gave my legs some practice moving before I step foot onto the ice tonight. Todays competition was being held at my home rink in France, which is quite nerve racking, but I can't let that show. My coach said that this may be my chance to make it to a grand prix final, but I'm not so sure. We'll see when I get there I guess. As long as I try my best, then we'll be just fine.
When I finally made it to the rink, I looked up the sign 'Lilac Ice Rink' gave me a sign of comfort. I felt at home, I felt comfortable, I felt relaxed again. I opened the door gently before walking in, waving to the blonde behind the front desk, Ms. Joy, the woman who owned the place and someone I've known since I was little.
"Good luck out there!" She said with a smile
I gave a simple nod and went to the locker room to change, I didn't here anything before I entered, making me think not many people were there, 'Weird, I guess I am kind of early though.' I opened the door and sat my stuff down on the bench I looked over to see a face I hadn't seen before. The person had a pointy hair style, all of his hair was pointed infront of him, strange hair style but not bad. He was wearing a jacket over what I assumed was the outfit he was skating in tonight. I tried to read his jacket but the back of the chair covered it and I couldn't recognize the logo, curious, I walked up to say hi to him.
"Hi!" I greeted,
He put down what I recognized was blush and looked at me, "Hello, who are you?" I grabbed a chair, pulling it over and sitting down next to him, "I'm Jean."
"Are you skating tonight?" The black haired man asked
"Yes, I'm on the French team! What about you?"
"I'm on the Russian team."
"Ooo! Cool! What's your name?"
"Georgi."
I got up and held out my hand, "Well Georgi, I hope we get along."
He scoffed and shook my hand, "Good luck."
I smiled and walked back over to my bag and got out my outfit for the night, when I was putting it on, everything was fine until I remembered that it tied in the back. Unlike some people I know, I can't reach that far back. I turned my head and saw that Georgi was still here, I'll just ask him for help.
"Hey! Georgi!"
He turned around, "Hm?"
"Can you," I pointed to the ties, "Tie this for me?"
He rose to his feet and walked over, "Sure, but don't blame me if it looks awful."
I laughed, "Heh, I think it'll look fine, I mean, if you can make your face look so pretty, you can probably tie a knot pretty well too."
Georgi paused for a moment before going back to tying the knot, "Don't say stuff like that."
"Awh cmon! Its just a compliment!"
The cloth on my back tightened and the feeling of hands on his back left, "There its tied."
"Thanks!"
He grabbed his bag, waved and exited the locker room, the door slamming behind him.
'I think we'll get along well.'
A while later, Georgi pov-
I stood, leaning on the wall of the rink, deep in thought. Who was that Jean boy? All I know is that hes a skater from France. I want to know more about him, hes quite a nice boy and I think we'd get along well. I glanced over to where he was getting some last minute practice. His olive eyes sparkled as bright as a star, his skating wasn't the best I have ever seen by far but the passion he had was as obvious as the blue sky.
The only thing I could keep my eyes on was the cute brown haired boy, I spaced out from all of reality and I wouldn't have it any other way...
"Oi! Georgi! I'm talking to you!"
I turned to the voice to see coach Yakov behind me, "Oh sorry."
I cleared my throat before speaking, "Do you know anything about Jean? The boy over there?" I said, pointing to him.
"Ah, that's Jean Douce, hes a French skater."
"Well I know that much, anything else?"
"Well hes quite the amateur, I heard from his coach that hes only been to the second part of a figure skating contest once."
"Ah, I wonder why.."
"I heard he is married and has a kid so that's probably why, its hard to balance a family life and skating, anyone can tell you that."
Those words felt like a jab to the heart, "Oh.."
"Your going on last by the way, I wouldn't have it that way normally but, cant argue with the organizers."
I nodded and walked over to the bench to sit, grabbing my water-bottle from my side and taking a sip. While I was drinking I stole a glimpse at Jean who was now panting, head hanging down as he sat about 2 benches away from me. Why the world doesn't he have water? I sighed, 'Do I have to do everything for this boy now?' Wait that doesn't sound too bad.. I glanced at my water bottle which was still practically full and headed over to him.
I sat down by him, which caused him to instantly look over, "O-oh hi."
With a nod, I held my water-bottle out infront of him, "Here, I saw you didn't have one but your panting like a fucking dog so I figured you'd want some."
He grabbed it, his hand brushing against mine causing my heart rate to go up higher then what I am fairly certain is healthy. He smiled brightly, it was adorable and when I saw that on his face, I knew this was what they call love at first sight.
"So, I heard your married?" "Yes. I have a wife named Salem."
I was curious, I want to know more about her, "What's she like?"
"Heh, not great lately.."
"Mind telling me why?"
"She just doesn't approve of the fact that I do figure skating full time she thinks it wont make good money which is-"
"Bullshit" "Bullshit" We said in unison, we both let out a chuckle and Jean continued,
"Because of that I cant get as much practice in because I cant get the time away from her nagging to get out to the rink."
I looked at him, thinking, "I think I have an idea."
"What is it?"
"I'll help you with your routine."
His eyes widened at my words, "Don't you need to practice too?"
"I memorize my routines quite well, I think i'll be fine with coaching you."
"I have a coach already y'know?"
I scoffed, "Yeah and from what I saw she has no fucking idea what she's doing."
"I mean.. You're not wrong."
I stood and held out my hand, "So get up and lets head to the ice."
Jean grinned, putting my water-bottle down and grabbing my hand, "Alright!"
After the competition Jean pov-
Well.. I didn't make the cut, I guess I was right, heh. My score was 221, I was about 4 points behind the 3rd place winner who was a boy from America named Leo de la Iglesia. While I was getting changed in the locker room, Georgi was sitting down removing his makeup
"You're not very chatty.." He stated
"Heh, I guess I'm just upset about losing.. Good job on getting 2nd though!"
"For what its worth, I think you should have gotten third, Leo failed that one double axal so he shouldn't have had 225 points, you should have scored higher too, you landed everything."
I let out a dry chuckle, "Still my jumps weren't nearly as good."
"Still."
"Thanks, Georgi."
I stuffed my stuff into my bag and was about to leave when I felt a tap on my shoulder, "Hm? Did you need something?"
"Can I have your number?"
"Sure!"
He handed me his phone, I typed in my number and put in a contact name. "See you later, fée endormie" (Sleeping fairy)
Georgi's face looked as red as a cherry, his words were stammered too, "Y-yeah you too.."
I waved, closing the door to the locker room behind me. The walk back to the hotel was long, I wanted to be outside longer so I could think. Think about the cute Russian boy I met just a few minutes prior. Then I started to ask myself, 'This is so.. Wrong, what's wrong with me.. I am a married man, I shouldn't think things like this.' I sighed, letting those thoughts die. Those thoughts were replaced with more happy ones about Georgi and how the day went, 'Yeah.. we can think about the future later, day-dreaming never hurt anyone, right?'
About a month later-
I was relaxed on my bed. my wife was out at work and finishing up some school work. I am still going through collage since I had dropped out for a few years to help raise Akaashi. But now hes 17 and a third year at Fukurōdani Academy, a school here in Japan which my wife is the superintendent of. The work was nothing bad, I was about to type my last sentence before heading to the ice rink for practice when my phone buzzed with a message from Georgi
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Georgi: Hey, this may be sudden, but can you open your door?
Jean: Uhhh why?
Georgi: Cuz I'm outside and its cold!
Jean: Ok! I'm on my way!
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I ran faster then I ever had down the stairs, I thought I was going to fall and land on my face but luckily I didn't. I unlocked the door and opened it, revealing Georgi in a black jacket with matching pants. His hair was down, I have seen him with his hair down a lot but it was so cute that I couldn't help but blush at the sight.
"So what are you doing here?"
"I was in Japan and wanted to see you, simple as that."
A smile grew onto my face and we walked to my room where we sat on my bed, he read a book while I finished that last sentence of my paper, once I was done I turned to him and asked,
"Hey can you look over my essay for me?"
"Sure, give me the laptop."
I nodded and passed my laptop to him. It was a short paper but he seemed to take his time, I watched him add punctuation and such. He glanced at the citations at the bottom,
"Hey I think you forgot a citation." He said,
"Oh? I did? For what?"
"The County Tribune one, you used it in paragraph 4 right?"
"Oooh! I had an issue with that one! I tried to get the information but when I clicked the link I used, the domain was down, I just put down the article title and access date since my professor said that was fine."
"Oh, gotcha. But other then that I would say just fix some words, you used 'according to' with your textual evidence a lot so I would say change that."
"Alright, thanks! You sure know your stuff!"
"Yeah, I did really well in Language arts and Writing classes back when I was in school."
"Cool! I guess I'll have to ask for your help more~" I cooed
"Pfft, have fun with that." He snickered as he went back to his book
I kept looking for more words but I kept catching myself getting distracted, "Hey, what do you-"
Before I could say anything else I felt something on my neck, I moved my eyes down to the feeling and saw Georgi, biting my neck.
"G-Georgi?"
He pulled back instantly and scooted about a foot back, "Oh my god! I am so, so, so sorry!"
I smirked, "Do it again, Georgi."
"Isn't your wife going to be home soon?"
"She texted me earlier, she's going to a meeting in Paris, she'll be away for the next few days."
"And what about Ak-"
"Are you going to keep asking questions or are you going to do it again?"
The Russian boy let out a 'heh' and scooted forward, continuing what he was doing before. I smirked and didn't react, finishing up the paper. It was only about 2 minutes later when I heard a sad 'humph'
The mouth released my neck for a moment, "Hey.. Pay attention to me."
I let out a chuckle, turned off my laptop and put it on a side table. I turned around to face Georgi and put my arms around his waist, "There, I'm all yours now."
He placed a kiss on my lips, "Good."
Georgi's lips locked back on mine hungrily. This was the thing I wanted for months, no, this is the type of thing I've wanted my whole life and I never knew it before. God, please let this last forever.
He crawled closer to close the distance and put his knee between my legs, the feeling of having something to rub felt amazing and it caused me to whimper. The moment those whimpers became loud enough for Georgi to hear, I was pinned down with my hands above my head. He dipped his head down to whisper into my ear, "May I, my sweet baby prince?" Those words sent a shiver up my spine, "Yes, please.."
---Timeskip cuz its late and I am not awake enough to write smut--
"That was so good.." I said, panting while laying on Georgi's chest
The Russian skater let out a snort and ran his hands through my hair, "Was it now? Or do you just moan for more whenever you feel like it?"
"Heh."
"I love you." I whispered, kissing him on the cheek.
"I love you too baby."
I cuddled into his chest with a big grin, "Good." "Hey, question.."
"Hm?" I looked up at him, my chin still resting on his chest,
"How are we dealing with your wife? Y'know since you're my lover now."
"Meh, I'll think about that later. Now, let me sleep, you're really comfy."
"Heh sure."
"Also, leave your hair down more, its adorable."
"Sure, whatever you want dear."
"Okay, sleep soon, k?"
"K."
---Aaand its over! Thx for the ask!---
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thedisasterracers · 2 years
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To Palette Swaps; Maybe, just maybe, it's the question that can be rude. Buy, may I ask about your personalities, voice tone, and characters? Does that follows your siblings like Minty or Adorabeezle, or you got your own individual ones?
Minty: What are you a security guard? Or the FBI?
Torvald: Yeah, cuz if you are by any chance then your gonna get in trouble. *cracks knuckles*
Sticky: Sisters please calm down the anon is asking us a question!
Sakura: Yeah it’s not a good idea to fight those who are asking you a question we can at least answer it and not be rude so can’t we at least do that please?
Minty and Torvald: Fine.
Sticky: Sorry for my sisters they can really be a real handful and yes we do have personalities I’m more of a kind, bubbly, tomboyish, a little shy, loyal, and the one with sanity also a somewhat younger sister. My headcanon voice would like to be ty lee from avatar for how much she loves auras and how much she loves her friends. I can be feisty, and devilish at times but it’s because they all have a good reason for it.
Minty: What else are you gonna say to this anon our social security number? Credit card number? OUR ADDRESS?
Sticky: No I wasn’t gonna say non of those things, they just wanna know about us, you know like our traits.
Minty: Oh then why didn’t you say so…I’m minty the leader of our party. I’m the one who makes all of the decisions and appointments. I wanna to say this loud and clear but I want my voice to be Akane owari from danganronpa 2 cuz me and her are the same, since I’m a rough and tough girl who fights for the wrong reasons and-
Torvald in a terrible minty voice: I sleep with a waifu pillow and watch bunny girl at 3am while fantasizing about crumbelina and her amorous bod-
Sakura yanks Torvald ear: Can’t you shut your pie hole for one second…
Torvald: Ow. OW! My ear!
Sakura: Sorry minty but continue with your introduction.
Minty: Nah I won’t cuz SOMEBODY had to ruin it.
Torvald: Well I guess I’ll go *rubs ear* I’m the cooler and funny kind of the older sister out all of us. I want my voice to be like amethyst from Steven universe cuz she’s awesome and there are some lines that I quote from her ALOT. Btw my traits are being cool, crazy but sane, lax, hotheaded, over protective as you see from my treating you anon, and finally bold. But I’m somewhat rude, obnoxious, and probably a pusher.
Sakura: Then you finally have me the forgettable one or also known as the younger or older sister or just the middle one… Because you three were like the powerpuff girls or the Salem sisters or more, before I arrived. I want to say my traits are brave, tomboy, but sweet, gentle, and respectful. Not like some people… *looks at minty and torvald* I could be also seen as dangerous, over expensive, over exaggerating, a little annoying and probably useless. If I had a voice it would be Ariana grande.
Minty: Wait but Ariana doesn’t speak Japanese and why her are just saying that cuz she’s your favorite artist?
Citrusella: No she does speak Japanese.
All of the mint sisters: AH!
Citrusella: You girls didn’t notice that Me with nougetsia were here the entire time?
All of the mint sisters: Nope…
Citrusella: Well since the anon said all of the palette swaps it meant us too and not all of you girls.
Torvald: Sorry Blue we were arguing.
Citrusella: Eh no hard feelings you girls were busy answering your side of your questions.
Nougetsia: Since may We please answer our side of our questions
Minty: Sure go ahead.
Nougetsia: I would want my voice to be Mikan from danganronpa 2 because me and her have the some things in common which is being into medical supplies but my traits would be shy, distant, lovable, a bit nosy, clumsy, and all around friendly. I could also be distracting, too nosy, stuttering, and boring ok Citrusella your turn.
Citrusella: Ah yes me the best of the best hehe. I think I would say that I’m a girl who is nothing like my twin sister jublieena well kind of we do have the same traits like being adventurous, funny, and a extrovert but that’s one of the things we have in common. I’m usually more disastrous, chaotic, loud, but kind of weird, mean, and sometimes embarrassing. And I want my voice to be like Ibuki from danganronpa 2 cuz she reminds me of myself. I even dressed up as her for Halloween.
Minty: Before where done here do you girls follow your siblings or no.
Sticky: I follow you and Torvald and Maybe Sakura cuz I learn from you guys.
Torvald: Aw thanks sis but I usually follow my own path isn’t that right blue?
Citrusella: Yep despite me and my sister having some things in common I follow my own footsteps with Torvald.
Sakura: I would want to make my own path to see what awaits me for the future.
Nougetsia: I would want to follow my sister but I don’t want to because she’s more open and I’m more of a insider but that doesn’t mean I’m not all shy I do have my own decisions to make. For example my goal is to be more open.
Sticky: Yeah that’s the spirit nouget!
Sticky hugs nougetsia, nouget blushes in the process.
Nougetsia: heh yeah…
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corn-and-cheese · 6 years
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An Honest Warning
It's been three years since I found out I'm schizophrenic. Before this happened to me I had three jobs and I was going to college. I had everything that I wanted and the next day I lost it all in a heartbeat. Just like that I started to hear demonic voices, which I believe are the enemy (aka Reptilians; aka the ever-elusive Illuminati). The voices are still bothering me—they don't stop—they bother me 24/7. Even while I'm typing this they are still bothering me. I write this blog for those reading this, who want to understand my pain and suffering. These voices say things like: He doesn't love God; He's talking shit about God's mother; He wants to have kids with God's mother; He doesn't like his own mother; He thinks his mom is ugly; He's after Kim Kardashian's money—it’s funny because before Kim I was making money and I didn’t care about anybody up ‘til now in my life. Those are some examples and the list goes on. What bothers me is that—believe it or not folks—our Almighty God believes the enemy instead of me but it’s more than that; the people you cherish and adore also believe the enemy. The reason I decided to type this blog is because, believe it or not, our Lord and Savior is coming back a second time and two-thirds are going to hell. The remaining will be away from God's wrath. If you don’t believe me read the Bible. I honestly care about everyone, whether they believe me I couldn’t care less, because those people (celebrities) you love watching on TV are dead and I’m the only one that knows the truth. So, I share this information with you my fellow Americans. If this doesn’t work, meaning it doesn’t wake anybody up, then humanity as we know it will be lost. After numerous events I've become more bitter, self-independent, and a tad bit humbled. Because of God I feel disconnected with my family and friends—being disconnected with family and friends comes with schizophrenia and doctors (the so-called professionals) tell me I’m not schizophrenic but they're wrong. I believe God took me away from work so I could fulfill His will without being distracted by the words of others. It turns out I really am schizophrenic. I read an article a couple of years ago saying that schizophrenia is the gate between the demonic world, and I believe that—like I said—the enemy (aka Illuminati) are in my head as we speak and the only people who believe me are my editor and my boy, Ace Boogie. I consider everyone else to be children of the matrix. What is the matrix, you say? It’s simple: It’s an illusion made by the enemy (aka the global elite; aka Illuminati). I believe you (the children of the matrix) will never get out and when they finally find out it will be too late for them. Again, my fellow Americans, I write this so you can prepare yourselves for the upcoming disaster that is upon us on Earth.           I know what you’re saying: This guy is lying his butt off; or too much sugar in his apple juice; or even worse, he just wants attention. If I wanted attention I’d go to a bar and hit on a girl, but that’s not the case. Laugh at me if you want. Everyone out there has a crush on somebody, or liked anyone for that matter, but for the past two years I have had a crush on Kim Kardashian (lol); the problem is the one you see now on TV is a humanoid. The humanoid is a being with artificial intelligence, but the catch is they need the human brain from the original, and yes—the real Kim died a long time ago—believe it or not—the only reason you would disagree is that the humanoid looks like the real one. After numerous allegations and trust issues I’ve decided to let go of these feelings; the only problem there is that I get racing thoughts to the point that I cannot get her out of mind, and it’s because of this damn curse that has been given to me. Again, let me remind you I never wanted this to happen to me. After numerous times researching schizophrenia I've come to believe that I may be the prophet of the Lord—and I believe this not because of Satan in my head, but because I believe in the supernatural. I will never forget how the Lord called me to carry out his will. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was working in TJ Maxx in Salem, Ma, on Highland Avenue. I had clocked in after my first job, which was Market Basket (also in Salem), tying up my shoes in the bathroom and then—all of a sudden—what I call supernatural, the lights were off for about to two to three seconds. My first thought was: GOD. I went to the hallway to see if any other lights were off and then realized what happened in the bathroom was supernatural. Awesome, right? I think so. The reason I believe in all of this is because in the bible (Malachi 4:5) it clearly says:
Behold, I will send Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord. . . . And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.
                  In 2010, the Venezuelan leader Hugo Chavez (who at some point was alive but later killed by the ever-elusive Illuminati) claimed that HAARP, or a program like it, triggered the Haiti earthquake. The High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program (HAARP) is, I believe, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Our Satanic Government, however, (aka the Illuminati) are saying it’s in Alaska, but if you believe that then you are part of the problem—hence why I say you are children of the matrix. For those who don't know what the Illuminati is it’s a group of the global elite, the thirteen most powerful families, and their only goal is a New World Order. In other words: to rule over God's children, distract us, and kill us while they're doing it. At this point, I believe I am the only one on Earth right now that's out of the matrix. That means that I don't watch the TV news and I don’t read the morning newspaper because they control the media. They control everything that we do on Earth. They're even spying on us. Believe it or not, it’s true. Everything you do—like, watch movies, sitcoms, TV shows, and anime, even playing video games—is a distraction while they kill more of God's children. For example, the children that go missing every year—the children that we, the American people, do not care about—well guess what, they’re dead. And if you keep up with the I don’t care attitude you will be next. You don’t have to believe me, but when a friend, relative, or family member goes missing—and I mean missing for months and years—it’s safe to say they’re dead, and guess who killed them: again, the ever-elusive Illuminati. The Illuminati are so good at hiding things from us, such as their existence on Earth. But that's because we fall for their tricks, so they deceive us easily. Also, the government we knew, such as Congress, the United Nations, the FBI, the CIA, and IRS, are all dead and the ones replacing them are a mix of Reptilians (aka alien shapeshifters) and humanoids. Every government member and celebrity you love and cherish are dead. You don’t have to believe me, but when the Lord comes a second time you will know and finally realize that I—my fellow Americans—was trying to warn you before it became too late.           If you remember the last speech that JFK gave in his own words:
Even today, there is little threat of opposing a secret society by imitating its arbitrary restrictions. Even today, there is little value in insuring the future of our nation if our traditions do not survive with it and there is great danger that an announced need for increased security will be seized upon by those anxious to expand its meaning to the very limits of official censorship and concealment—that I do not intend to allow to permit to the extent that it is in my control.
For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence—on infiltration instead of invasion—on subversion instead of elections—on intimidation instead of free choice—on guerillas by night instead of armies by day.
It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly-knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific, and political operations. Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed.
JFK was the best president we had on Earth. He tried to warn us he was killed by a hitman from our Satanic government (aka the Illuminati). JFK knew something that God's people didn't: He knew how corrupted the Federal Reserve was so the Illuminati put a hit on JFK because he was going to dismantle the Federal Reserve.           Now, back to how I have feelings for Kim Kardashian—two things attracted me to her: 1. The sex tape with Ray J; 2. if you remember the internet-breaking pic, it just blew my mind. Ever since then I grew to like her, but now I see her as a fellow sister of Christ, it’s better that way. The reason being the voices (aka Satan) in my head have persuaded Kim, as well as the other celebrities, the angels, and—believe it or not—God to believe what they’re saying is true when it's not. So now, I got to prove to all of them that I need to get back to work for the three-year loss thanks to your so-called Savior Lord Jesus Christ. My yearly income was 16–18 thousand dollars a year. Our Savior owes me $18,000 x 3 = $54,000. He can keep that. I'll make more when I go to school and get my bachelor's degree in business administration, then get a good-paying job. What I'm aiming for is 60–100,000 a year to support myself and my future family and give money to my local church and donate to real charities. And another thing—the charities that you, the people of the United States, have donated to will never go to a good cause. Believe it or not, it’s going to our Satanic government. Now, you’re probably confused at this point and you’re wondering how I know this. All I can say is that God . . . believe it or not, He gave me the holy spirit to discern what's right from wrong. In other words, I'm a little bit smarter than most; and most say I'm crazy, but I'm not.           You know what really grinds my gears? When you say something and no one takes it seriously. I tell you now, my fellow Americans, do not—I repeat—do not listen to Satan (aka Reptilians; aka the Illuminati). If I wasn't getting bypass surgery soon I'd be smoking weed. I have a friend who is waiting for me to go through the surgery hoping that I get my mind out of this GOD vs Satan dilemma. To be honest, how stupid is this? People in heaven have died to the enemy and yet blame their deaths on me. What the fuck? You died. Get over it. You had your chance; now get off my back about it. The enemy is really good at persuading even the good guys. I know it sounds weird, but if you heard voices in your head 24/7 you would believe me. The level of stupidity never ceases to amaze me. It's sad but I'm more motivated to prove to these people—and the enemy (aka the Illuminati) in my head—wrong. Right now, people are easily distracted by them; it's like JFK said: “Mistakes are buried, not headlined.” We as the people need to wake up, unite, and go after the enemy. Before we know it, humanity will be lost. As twelve million Americans know: The United States government is run by lizard people, or to be accurate . . . Reptilians. Reptilians are shapeshifters, they eat us humans, have green scaly skin, have low blood pressure, and have eyes like a snake.           Barack Obama is a Reptilian and hates Israel. Joe Biden, Mitt Romney, Newt Gingrich, Ted Cruz, Dennis Kucinich, Donald Rumsfeld—all these people are Reptilians, which means our government is nothing but Reptilians. The Global elite (aka the Illuminati) is led by these thirteen most powerful families in the world that control everything from politics to terrorism. The thirteen bloodlines are said to have unimaginable connections to wealth and power. These families are from everywhere, Europe to China: The Astor, Bundy, Collins, Dupont, Freeman, Kennedy, Li, Onassis, Rockefellers, Russell, Van Duyn, Merovingian, and Rothschild bloodlines. The enemy's master plan is to divide and conquer. They are dividing God's people so during the chaos they can devour every single one of us. Dividing us makes it easier for them. They are planning to leave planet Earth by the year 2020, but I’ve come to believe that they will leave sooner than 2020. Now, this is the good part: our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is coming for his bride (aka the people; aka his beloved children). Sounds good doesn’t it? The only problem is that if you do not believe in the Lord you will pay a heavy price. I will not mention what that heavy price is, but after reading thoroughly you can get an idea of what I mean.           Please understand that I’m only trying to help, but if you choose to live rebelliously then more power to you. Everyone wants to go to Heaven, but in the Bible, it clearly says: “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it” (Matthew 7:13–14). I leave with one more thing; if you plan to see our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ wipe out our Satanic Government (aka the global elite; aka the Illuminati) once and for all say this prayer out loud right now:
Dear God, I want to be a part of your family. You said in Your Word that if I acknowledge that you raised Jesus from the dead, and that I accept Him as my Lord and Savior, I would be saved. God, I now say that I believe. You raised Jesus from the dead and He is alive and well. I accept Him as my personal Lord and Savior. I accept my salvation from sin right now.
I am now saved. Jesus is my Lord. Jesus is my Savior. Thank you, Father God, for forgiving me, saving me, and giving me eternal life with You. Amen!
—R.G.
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(The following entry was sent a couple of days after the first part. —Editor’s notes)
My fellow Americans, I believe that the Lord Jesus Christ’s Second Coming is upon us. The enemy has already devoured or killed everyone from most third world countries and now their last destination is the United States of America we are the last line of defense before the arrival of the Lord: Jesus Christ. We, as fellow Americans, should stand together and spread the love and knowledge of Jesus Christ. If you choose to ignore my warning all I can say is there will be dire consequences for not listening. You will be targeted by the ever-elusive Illuminati. The enemy plans to leave Earth before 2020—that means they're going to finish off the rest of us. By getting you to believe everything in the media they will manipulate us, the children of the matrix, distracting us long enough to kill the remainder of God's children, humanity’s final survivors.           That’s not the only way the enemy will attack. Our Satanic Government is adding fluoride to our GMOs (genetically modified organisms; aka our food system). Now, fluoride has been approved by “professional doctors”—who I think are either dead or working for the Illuminati—and the FDA—who I also believe are dead or working for the Illuminati. Both organizations have said fluoride is good for you but guess what? My fellow Americans, fluoride is actually extremely bad for you. Side effects of fluoride are abdominal pain, abnormal taste in the mouth (a salty or soapy taste), seizures, diarrhea, drooling, eye irritation (upon eye contact), headache, heart attack, irregular or slow heartbeat, nausea and vomiting, shallow breathing, body tremors, and weakness. When people start dying from fluoride don’t be surprised, because I won’t be. And yet, they tell you fluoride is good for you because they want to keep you blind—to keep you from knowing the truth. If you believe what these “professional doctors” say then you, my friend, are the problem and a child of the matrix.           One more thing, I suffer from depression (from my beautiful mother) and what I do to handle my depression is listen to Kid Cudi, the best MC to listen to when you’re going through depression. I recommend his album Man on the Moon. I hope I get to see him one day.
          My fellow Americans, I know you probably think I despise the Lord, but because we’re getting close to the arrival of the Lord, Jesus Christ, it has become clear to me that God was the only one who had my back from day one; and yes, my fellow Americans, Jesus is my Savior and Heavenly Father. If you are reading this blog, please take care of my family. I believe when I die the Illuminati will target every single one of them. I’ve told them, but they don’t believe me. Let them know that I am the prophet of the Lord and that I simply tried to warn you. “‘Truly I tell you,’ he continued, ‘no prophet is accepted in his hometown’” (Luke 4:24). My fellow Americans, if you want to help then believe the truth of what I'm saying. Wake up others by telling them about this blog. You will discover the truth on Judgement Day and see that—in fact—I wasn't lying to you. I love you all, stay blessed and continue to grow in the knowledge of the Lord, Jesus Christ, Amen. Thank you for hearing me out and reading this blog. It’s given me peace of mind.
RIP: 1988–Whatever Year I Die.
—R.G.
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