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𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔!

𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏♔

🌹 - 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 🧸 - 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 💔 - 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 🤒 - 𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠/𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑦 💍 - 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 ⚔️ - 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒

───𝑨𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕

➝ 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑛, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝐴𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔𝑏 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑇𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑗𝑎ℎ 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑. 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐��𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 + 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 [𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦] 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠; 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚. 𝐴𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ (𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑡𝑣 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤).

───𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆

➝ 𝑀𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐴𝑢𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑦.

➝ 𝑀𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 25𝑡ℎ.

➝ 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠.

➝ 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒.

➝ 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑦𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑.

➝ 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑦! 𝐼 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑦𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠.

➝ 𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘.

➝ 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒.

➝ 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙, 𝑠𝑜 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤—𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠.

───𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓

➝ 𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐)

➝ 𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑤

➝ 𝐵𝑖𝑔 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠

➝ 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 (𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟)

➝ 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 (𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐)

➝ 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑢𝑠

➝ 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠

➝ 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 (𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐)

➝ 𝑃ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑝

➝ 𝑁𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑒𝑙

➝ 𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑍

➝ 𝐽𝑢𝑑𝑎𝑠

➝ 𝐴𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑠, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀—𝑛𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒! 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐.

───𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆

➝ 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

➝ 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡

➝ 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦/𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑙/𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒

➝ 𝐼𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑦/𝐼𝑙𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

➝ 𝑉𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒

➝ 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝐻𝑖𝑚, 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒/𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔

───𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆

➝ 18+ (𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊)

➝ 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ (𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡)

➝ 𝑆𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 (𝑑𝑜 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝐽𝑢𝑑𝑎𝑠?)

➝ 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐽𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ/𝐻𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝐵𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠. 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠 "𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔", 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠 (𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒). 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐, 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑.

➝ 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀. 𝑂𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛.

───𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔

➝ 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘, 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙, ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎, 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠.

➝ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝐼 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 "𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒" 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘. 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 (𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑).

➝ 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥. 𝐴𝑛𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑.

➝ 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢—𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑡.

───𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔

➝ 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒—𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤, 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛.

➝ 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑓𝑢𝑙. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑟 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑—𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

➝ 𝑀𝑦 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘, 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒—𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑖 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑; 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑧𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜.

𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑩𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍.✞✨

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No I’m not crying, I’ve just got that scene with Jesus and Little James stuck in my eye.

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In case y’all didn’t know, Jordan Ross, the guy who plays “Little James”, actually has scoliosis and cerebral palsy and I need you all to understand how much his scene about not being healed means, not just to me but to anyone who walked into that episode asking “why not me?”

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Little James | Well-intended | Romantic

Dialogue prompt: “I never said it was a good idea, I just said it was an idea.”

Requested: Yes

Nathanael strikes – unintentionally so – a raw nerve when attempting to boost James’ self-confidence.

Hearing your laughter from across camp instead of nearby hurts Little James more than he’d ever admit. Gaze flicking over to where you’re joking around with Mary and Philip, he feels a lump form in his throat, and he swallows it away quickly.

“You know, if I didn’t know better I would say that you aren’t betrothed to her at all.” Nathanael sighs, walking up to James and taking a seat next to him. He drops an apple into his lap, at which Little James wryly smiles.

“I’m not hungry.” he states, putting the fruit away and sighing wistfully as he focuses his gaze on you again.

Nathanael takes a bite from his own apple and frowns. “What’s the matter, James? Why are you all sulking at (Y/n) like that? Did you guys have an argument or something?”

James shakes his head. “Not at all. It’s just… I-I still can’t believe that she said yes sometimes. When I went to ask for her hand in marriage, I couldn't believe my ears, and I still haven’t… Haven’t recovered from it, if that makes sense?”

Chewing with his mouth open, Nathanael shrugs. “Don’t doubt yourself so much, man. (Y/n) didn’t say yes just because she was scared to end up alone or something. I mean, she could practically get every bachelor around here, after all she’s a beautiful woman!”

Rolling his eyes and letting out an exasperated sound, James gets to his feet to walk off. Nathanael shows his palms in defence and pries a piece of apple from between his teeth with his tongue: “What? Did I say something wrong?!”

Whilst leaning on his walking stick, James sharply turns to Nath, a scowl on his face. “Yes, Nathanael, I know (Y/n) is out of my league, which is exactly what scares me!”

“Hey now!” the former architect tries to halt him when James continues leaving, “I-I meant it in a good way! And I agree with you, she is out of your league, just—”

“Just– Forget it, Nathanael! You’re not the best conversation partner right now!”

“Anything the matter?” Thomas’ voice suddenly cuts through the air, and both men turn to the slightly awkward vintner. “You seem upset, James.”

Little James’ jaw flexes. “Yes, I am! And what Nathanael is saying isn’t exactly helping!”

Thomas’ pulls a face. “Okay, easy. Let’s sit down, alright? We need to figure out what is bothering you.”

“I don’t need to figure out what is bothering me, Thomas!” James counters immediately, “I already know what is bothering me. I just need some time to myself.”

“So you can pout at (Y/n) having fun with her friends all day long?” Nathanael protests, which earns him an angry glare from the curly-haired Disciple. “Why are you looking at me like that? It isn’t like that is not what you were going to do, anyway!”

Sighing, James closes his eyes, his angry frown falling into sorrow instead.

“I’m not sure what else there is to do for me.”

Thomas puts a hand on his shoulder. “Right, this needs to be figured out. Let’s take a seat and talk about it, okay?” He gestures towards an empty bench and quickly rushes over to the temporary kitchen counter, taking three cups and filling them with water. In the meantime, Little James plops back down, still not very fond of sitting next to Nathanael, who has continued munching on his fruit with loudly smacking lips.

“This apple is so good—”

“Not the time, Nath.” James huffs, chewing the nail of his thumb. “You’re being obnoxious.”

“And you’re being gloomy. Lighten up, man! You’re marrying one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen!”

The red flush that covers Little James’ cheeks reveals his embarrassment, and he gladly takes the water from Thomas as he returns, throwing back most of it in one gulp.

“Now, friend, tell me what is going on. Did you two have a falling out?”

James gives a small shake of his head and sighs. “No, we didn’t. (Y/n) is lovely as always, which is what scares me. I mean… Look at her.”

Both men let their gazes go to you where you are sitting at the fire, braiding Mary’s long black hair, and she is laughing at something you said. “She’s wonderful, okay?” James sighs, “(Y/n) is beautiful, and funny, and Godly, and patient, and understanding, and-and-and…” James rubs his forehead, forcing back tears of doubt, “That frightens me.” he admits in a whisper.

“Why?” Thomas queries.

“Because of what Nathanael just said! Because every bachelor in this camp would try to get her if it weren’t for…” His voice trails off and he lets out an agonising sigh, shaking his head slowly as his bottom lip trembles. “In a camp full of men who are taller, and stronger, and smarter, and more handsome than I am, how could she have possibly chosen me?! How could she have said yes when I asked her to be my wife? I just… I don’t understand!”

At this confession, Thomas’ jaw falls open for a moment as he attempts to find the right words. “Ah, well, I’m a bachelor and I’m not looking at her.”

“That’s because you intend to marry Ramah.” James shuts down the attempted reassurance. “So you don’t count. Nor does Simon, or Jesus.” He gestures towards you frustratedly as you converse with Simon Peter, who comments on how you should braid Eden’s hair one day if she would like you to. You reply with a light laugh and a promise that you will suggest it one of these days.

“I’m just… I’m not… You know. I’ve got this thing…” He holds out his walking stick and has to resist the urge just letting it fall to the ground. “I’m just scared that I’m trapping her in some sort of marriage, and that she might come to her senses once she realises how much of a burden I am.”

Nathanael lets out a sound. “Don’t say that about yourself!” he states firmly, tossing the core of the apple somewhere into camp, only to be trodden on by sandals later tonight, “If anything, I think (Y/n) is the kind of person who would never leave your side. After Jesus, of course.”

Little James scoffs. “How do you know she didn’t just agree to marry me just because she pities me?”

Thomas laughs humorlessly. “Friend, I don’t think you’re realising what you’re saying right now. It makes no sense! (Y/n) is delighted to marry you, truly!”

James exhales slowly. “How do you know? Have you spoken to her about it?”

“Well, have you?” queries Nathanael immediately, and Little James drags a hand through his curls.

Patting him on the shoulder, Thomas tries to reassure his friend. “Things will be alright. Just talk to her about it.”

“Yes!” Nathanael agrees, “Or, what you also could do…” he attempts to flex his biceps but does so rather awkwardly, “Try to impress her a little, hm? She knows what she is signing up for, so might as well get her ready for the big event!”

“We haven’t even started planning our wedding yet–”

“So, how about I suggest a competition to arm-wrestle?” Nathanael proposes, “You go against Thomas and against me, and we let you win on purpose.” He winks at Thomas, who shrugs. “We can do that for you, friend! Give you a little confidence boost for your fiancée, huh?”

A bit unsure, Little James considers it briefly. “Ah, I don’t know about that, Nathanael. I’m not sure if I’d–”

Nathanael jumps to his feet and pats him on the back roughly, causing James to huff in discomfort. “Come on, let’s go, it’s no big deal! I’ll start it right now!”

Before Little James can object any further, Nathanael already hollers through camp:

“Everyone!” he shouts, “Gather around for Nath’s Weekly Arm-wrestle Competition!”

“Weekly?” Simon Peter questions, “Is this the first one, then?”

Little James gulps, but Thomas puts a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, we’ll be fine. What is the worst that could happen? See, (Y/n) is also on her way here.”

The two head towards the place where Nathanael has dragged a table to the middle of the open field and he grabs two pillows for the participants to kneel on. A few candles light the place enough and nervously, James finds you out in the crowd. Upon catching his gaze, you softly smile at him, and he mirrors it albeit wryly.

“Count me in!” Andrew exclaims from behind James, and John and Big James also add themselves to the group of participants.

Little James feels all hope leave him. If they are participating, then how can he possibly impress you in any way, shape or form?

“First up,” Nathanael taps his chin, “Hm, let’s do Simon against Simon, okay? Let’s see who is the superior one!”

Both Simon’s take a knee at either end of the table and put their elbows on the table, their hands hooking into one another whilst the other is put on their backs so that they can’t cheat, and the other men around begin to whistle and make noise in anticipation.

Nathanael narrows his eyes at the two, and once he deems the situation ready, he cries out: “Go!”

The men standing in a semi-circle around the competition clap their hands and slap their palms against their thighs rhythmically.”

“Simon, Simon, Simon!”

“Very funny, Andrew!” the fisherman currently pressing against the former Zealot’s hand says to his brother, who grins proudly.

“Come on, push, push!”

For a moment, everyone is silent when the Zealot is on the edge of defeating Simon Peter, but the latter finds a random bout of energy and pushes the other Simon’s hand down to the table in a firm push. Everyone erupts in cheers and Simon Peter pats himself on the chest before shaking his namesake’s hand.

Little James feels a sweat run down his back. How can he possibly win from these men, who were so much stronger than him?

“Next up, Little James and Thomas!”

His heart stutters inside his chest as his name is called, but Little James does not back down – yet – and kneels at the table despite the pain it causes him. Thomas does the same and gives him a small smile alongside a nod, promising to let him win.

“And… Start!” Bracing himself, Little James begins to push against the hand of Thomas, and as the former vintner had said, it is hardly a challenge at all. It takes mere seconds for him to press the back of Thomas’ hand against the wooden table, and the others applaud and exclaim his name, including you. He grins at you sweetly, at which you give him a dreamy smile. The sight makes his heart flutter pleasantly.

Next up are Big James and Judas, which gives Little James a moment to gather himself, for although he didn’t have much of a struggle, the discomfort of sitting on the ground like that is tangible in his body. Yet another thing for him to be insecure about, he bitterly thinks to himself, that his ailment would even limit him in that.

Big James wins, which is no surprise. And when Andrew goes against John, it is the first of those two who comes out as victorious. Thaddeus loses against Nathanael. Matthew opts out, as does Philip.

Before Little James knows it, it is his turn again, this time against Nathanael. Someone else keeps an eye on the fairness of the game, which is ironic, since it has been rigged from the very beginning, and he pretends to wrestle with all his might against Nathanael’s palm. Unsurprisingly, he wins.

He’d win time and time again if he could, if it just meant hearing your cheer and proclaiming to the others: “That’s my James!” And his heart is floating for a few minutes leading up to the final rounds. Mary whispers things in your ear that make you laugh lightly and James wonders what it is about, although he doesn’t intend to be nosy.

Andrew wins from John, and Big James wins from Simon. Little James knows that he will be done for in the next round, and he already massages his own wrist in the hopes it won’t be too painful.

Nathanael calls for the final rounds. Whatever little confidence your words of praise have sown within his heart now make room for doubt, and with a sigh Little James already signs defeat against Big James as he sits down on his knees. He feels all eyes on him, but your gaze burns the most. He feels like his fingers are dwarfed against Big James’ hand, and he sorrowfully stares at the opponent way bigger than him.

The call to start rings out, and before Little James has had a chance to defend himself, it’s already over. Simon and John are roughly patting Big James’ back in order to congratulate him, and Little James huffs sadly, shaking his head.

Thomas leans towards Nathanael upon noticing their sullen friend, now seemingly more upset than before as he stumbles to his feet, searching for his walking stick.

“Hey, I’m not sure if this competition was the right call.” Thomas huffs.

Nathanael raises his shoulders up slightly. “I never said it was a good idea, I just said it was an idea.”

“No, you said it, and then you carried it out instantly without discussing anything first. We didn’t even have the time to say no to your idea.”

Catching onto these words, you narrow your eyes at the two young men. “What… What do you guys mean by that?”

Thomas tries to wave you off, but Nathanael, having no filter, does not keep it a secret. “We wanted to give Little James a confidence boost because he felt like he wasn’t good for you. We thought that by letting him win, you’d feel better about marrying him, and—”

You hold up your hand to silence him and let your brow fall low. “Excuse me? I–I don’t need to hear the rest of that story, Nathanael, but you’re… Ugh, forget it!”

Before he can talk any further, you turn to find your betrothed, but where he had been standing earlier is now Simon Peter, ready for the final round to determine the winner. You couldn’t care less about this competition and immediately go and find James, guided by Mary pointing in the direction where he has gone.

Hurrying away, you call his name in the hopes of catching up to him.

When you see him sitting against a rock, slumped over slightly with quivering shoulders, your heart sinks inside your chest.

“Oh, James.” you whisper, and he looks over his shoulder to face you before shaking his head.

“I— Fine, (Y/n), pity me.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “I am not pitying you.”

“Then why are you here?”

You let out a soft sigh and sink down on the ground next to him, your leg against his as you turn to look him in the eye. “I overheard that this was Nathanael’s plan.”

“It’s stupid, right?” Little James sighs, hiding his face into his hands. “I’m stupid. I’m… I’m weak, (Y/n)! I stood no chance at all.”

“Stop saying such things about yourself, love!” you pipe up, putting a hand on his wrist in an attempt to peel it away from his face. Wet stripes streak down his cheeks and you softly click your tongue, thumbing them away. “What on Earth has gotten into you, to doubt yourself so much?”

“Because it’s true!” James confides, “I’m weak, I can’t fight like the other men, I’ve got my— my— My body, and I’m slow, and… How can you marry me, (Y/n)?! How could you possibly have said yes when I asked you to become my wife, when you could have said yes to any of those tall, good-looking, able-bodied towers of muscle out th—”

You don’t let him finish his sentence and shut him up by gently pressing your lips against his in a chaste kiss. It is enough to get him quiet, and after a second of shock, he relaxes and leans into it, lacing his fingers through yours as your hand finds his cheek. A few moments later, you pull away from him and smile softly.

“I love you, James,” you tell him, “I really do. You’re sweet, humble, a very patient man, and so determined to follow the Messiah in spite of your condition.”

He finds your gaze and melts at the proximity of your (e/c) eyes – it’s almost as if he can see his own reflection in them as well as the stars – “You’re just wonderful, you know? You’re tender, and warmhearted, and… I love you, James. I love you a lot, and I am so grateful that I get to marry a man like you. I thank Adonai that He has brought you on my path, and I thank Him that you get to be the father of my children, and that we hopefully get to grow old together, hm?”

An abashed smile falls over his lips, and how can his cheeks not turn red at these words?

“Really?”

“Yes,” you laugh gently, besottedly looking him in the eye, “You’re everything in a man I ever could have wished for.”

He opens his mouth once again – to protest, to say that he wouldn’t weigh up against the others, but you put a hand against his lips, shaking your head firmly. “I don’t want to hear your excuses, James. You’re stuck with me now, whether you like it or not.”

Chuckling lightly, James presses his forehead against yours and sighs happily. “I love you, too.” he says, and for a while, you sit like this, despite the cold, ignoring the laughter and cheers that unfold far behind you as the winner is revealed, enjoying this moment together under the stars, just in one another’s presence.

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aceofstars16 · 1 year

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Some Little James fanart because I really like his character 🥲

#the chosen series #the chosen fanart #little james #the chosen little james #aceo draws things #fanart #I didn’t fox one shading thing on insta and had to reupload it here’s hoping that doesn’t mess anything up lol

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steve-needs-a-hug · 1 year

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Number 8 for the ask game!!

8. Name of a character + your headcanons about them

Hmmm.....I have a headcanon that Thaddeus and Little James like to gossip about the others (since they're the OGs of the group), I can just see them discussing everyone's drama 😂

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fxshrxfmxn · 1 year

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How to Request

I have decided that I will write for The Chosen. Maybe a good decision, maybe a bad decision. But here we are.

This seems like overkill right now if I’m honest, but I might thank myself later.

To make things a bit easier for me and how I want to stay within my beliefs, I’m setting up guidelines for requesting writing from me for The Chosen.

Before I begin, it is important that we all understand that I am writing for the storyline of The Chosen. Each event in The Chosen was either spun by the writers and directors OR pulled from the Bible itself. I am writing for the character that the actors in the show portray, not the real people themselves. The Bible and the Chosen, to me, are separate things and I will be treating them as such. (I am for sure okay with talking about scripture itself, but in a different kind of context.)

Anyways…

With traditionally romantic writings, things tend to be a bit touchy and comfy. That’s fine, I love that. Lord knows, I will be huggy with my future other half before marriage(I don’t think I could just not touch them, luckily our current culture allows for that.)

But the culture in bible time was very different. The parents would arrange with the parents, or the parents would talk to the guy. There wasn’t dating as it is now, certainly not premarital kissing or hugging, not in public anyways, because it was seen as improper. Also pretty much no touching. So, I really want to try and keep things more proper.

In A Misunderstanding (my fic about John the Beloved) I do think that’s the most contact I will allow for “romantic” fics, that I write. Not entirely true to the proper culture back then, but less scandalous, y’know?

(I might budge the line occasionally, but if it doesn’t feel right, I just won’t write it. I will for sure communicate that to the requester.)

That being said, I have only written for John so far, I will write for anyone in the show. I am female, so anything “romantic”, I will only write for the men in the show(anyone BUT Jesus(obviously)), and beyond that if you want just a chill fic about hanging with the Marys and Ramah and Tamar, I can do that. I love writing fanservice, just shenanigans and things of that nature are super fun. Give me a challenge, I love those.

So: Keep it E for everyone, not even PG. Minimal hand holding; maybe a few hugs. No kissing on the mouth and certainly no NSFW. Men and women, who were not married, weren’t allowed to be alone together. So that is the way my fics will be.

(Not telling other people they shouldn’t be writing it, (you write what you like and are comfortable with) I am just setting a personal standard for myself and will be keeping to it.)

I am a female and, as this is already out of my comfort zone, will only be writing from the female perspective.

NO:

-NSFW

-Mouth to Mouth(kissing)(unless it’s a marriage fic, which Idek if I’m comfortable writing that yet)(idk why either so don’t ask)

-No being completely alone with the opposite sex

-if the character is married or already betrothed in the show, please keep the request platonic.

-edit: 10/23 anything same sex romantic is a no as well. I will not change my mind. Any messages/comments will be deleted/reported and you will be blocked if you harass me about it. We can discuss things without those coming into the mix.

YES:

-Shenanigans(practical jokes and things of that nature, family friendly comedy stuff)

- Girl time with the female disciples

-Found family is my favorite trope, so anything about learning to cohabitate in a camp with a bunch of Christ’s followers? Yes, please.

-prompts about Christ accepting you as you are, calling you to follow him and helping you turn from old lifestyles are fics that I think can be very healing. (Things like this I will be discerning on a prompt to prompt basis)

Characters I will write for at least once:

Simon Peter(platonic only please)

Simon Z

Thomas(platonic only please)

Andrew

Matthew(either romantic or platonic for now until we actually figure out where his relationship with Mary is going)

Nathaniel

Thaddeus

Big James

Little James

John the Beloved(of course)

Judas(tentatively because I have a personal bias to get over(I had always thought of him as the villain(which isn’t the case))

Philip

Any of the girls(Mary, Mary M., Ramah, Tamar, Eden, Salome)(platonic only please)

Jesus(platonic only please(I shouldn’t have to say that, but there’s always someone)

Potentially Quintus, Atticus, and/or Gaius(platonic only please) (I would actually prefer platonic for all three, but I will use discernment on a prompt by prompt basis.)

TL;DR: Every prompt that comes to me, I will use my own discernment for whether I am comfortable or not with writing it, all I ask is that you be respectful if your prompt is not answered the way you want it to be. If you request something that goes against everything on the “NO” list, your request will be discarded, so I recommend you at least read that bit.

Tutorial on how to request anything from me:

Use the ask button! Or send me a message! Both are located in the upper right hand corner for mobile. I don’t use a computer, so I’m not sure where those buttons are at on the computer.

I also prefer dialogue prompts have at least two bits of dialogue and a genre with it, just for a bit more guidance on what you want.

Will do headcanons, but if you could say whether you want separate headcanons or just a group headcanon so that I give you exactly what you want and don’t have to guess, that’d be great.

I love you so much because Jesus loves you so much and wants the best for you. I respect you as a person, the way Jesus respects you and ask that you extend me the same courtesy.

Blessings to each and every one of you. 💗✨🫶🏻

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