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Good Friday

Good Friday commemorates the death of Jesus on Calvary, the site just outside the walls of Jerusalem where Jesus was crucified. It falls on the Friday before Easter, for 2023, that’s April 7. Most Christian denominations recognize Good Friday as a holy day, with many, including members of Catholic, Eastern Orthodox, and Lutheran faiths, fasting and attending church services. But there is so much more to this holiday than just these religious rituals. Good Friday is, for many, an intensely personal day of prayer and devotion. Let’s take a closer look.

History of Good Friday

The crucifixion of Jesus Christ at the site of Calvary is commemorated on Good Friday — a Christian religious holiday. Taking place during Holy Week, the holiday is considered part of the Paschal Triduum on the Friday before Easter Sunday. The day is also widely known as Great Friday, Black Friday, or Holy Friday. Around the world, Good Friday is a national holiday in many countries, especially in the Catholic and Anglican nations. Fasting is the traditional way to observe this solemn day, followed by somber processions.

The exact origins of Good Friday are unknown, but the celebration dates back to the 4th century. Fasting and putting limitations on oneself to mourn the death of Jesus is an ancient practice. Why the holiday is called Good Friday is also unknown, but there are several theories. Some believe that ‘God’s Friday’ evolved to ‘Good Friday,’ while religious devouts firmly believe that the day is named ‘good’ as a symbol of Jesus and everything he stood for against evil-doers. It is also widely believed that Jesus died on a Friday, but this doesn’t explain the addition of ‘good’ to the holiday.

Jesus sacrificed his life out of love for his believers and all mankind. His death was the ultimate sacrifice. Despite it being a terrible day in history, the event paved the way for mankind’s salvation, with Jesus being resurrected two days later.

Good Friday timeline

4 B.C. Birth of Jesus

Historians generally agree the birth of Jesus happened in Bethlehem between 6 B.C. and 4 B.C.

27 A.D. The Transfiguration of Jesus

After heading to a high mountain to pray, Jesus' face begins shining, then his entire body glows with a white light.

29 A.D. John Baptizes Jesus

Jesus begins his own ministry shortly after his baptism by John the Baptist.

33 A.D. Crucifixion

Jesus is hanged on the cross between two thieves for six hours before dying.

Good Friday FAQs

Why do we call it Good Friday?

“That terrible Friday has been called Good Friday because it led to the Resurrection of Jesus and his victory over death and sin and the celebration of Easter, the very pinnacle of Christian celebrations,” according to the “Huffington Post.”

What happened on Good Friday?

Many Christians around the world observe Good Friday on the Friday before Easter Sunday. It commemorates Jesus Christ’s Passion, crucifixion, and death, which is told in the Christian Bible. It is the day after Maundy Thursday. Good Friday commemorates Jesus’ death on the cross.

Why do we call it Easter?

The naming of the celebration as “Easter” seems to go back to the name of a pre-Christian goddess in England, Eostre, who was celebrated at beginning of spring.

How to Observe Good Friday

Pray

Fast

Volunteer

Many Christian churches hold prayer services during the hours of Christ's crucifixion. Many religious people observe a period of prayerful silence during this time, especially between the hours of noon and 3 P.M.

Depending on your Christian denomination, it may be appropriate to fast on Good Friday. It is a traditional day of fasting within the Catholic Church, for example.

Jesus stressed the need to help those less fortunate than ourselves. If your religious beliefs allow it, consider volunteering at your church or in your community on this day in the spirit of giving back.

5 Good Friday Oddities

The name "Good Friday" goes back centuries

Go fly a kite

Darkness

Lucky cross buns

Grab the scissors!

The earliest known use of the name "Good Friday" goes back to about 1290 in a text called "The South English Legendary."

In Bermuda, it's traditional to fly a kite on Good Friday, symbolizing both the cross and Jesus rising to heaven.

According to Christian tradition, when Jesus was crucified, there was darkness across the land and an earthquake.

It is tradition to eat hot sweet cross buns on Good Friday, and it supposedly brings good luck.

A widespread superstition is that getting a haircut on Good Friday prevents headaches for the rest of the year.

Why Good Friday is Important

It's a holy day

We're reminded of Jesus' sacrifice

Historical Jesus

Jesus was forced to carry his cross to Calvary, where he was crucified alongside two criminals. He remained alive on the cross for up to six hours. According to biblical tradition, from noon to 3 P.M. on that day, the sky grew dark.

Christian doctrine teaches that Jesus was born to a virgin, Mary. As an adult, he became a preacher, performing miracles, and then was put to death by authorities. This sacrifice allowed for the forgiving or pardoning of Christians' sins.

Just about every scholar of antiquity believes that Jesus was a historical figure. New Testament expert Bart Ehrman writes that "(Jesus) certainly existed, as virtually every competent scholar of antiquity, Christian or non-Christian, agrees."

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THE CABBAGE PATCH NEW STREET GARDENS AND CATHEDRAL LANE

The park, which is referred to by Dublin City Council as the "Cabbage Patch", can be reached by way of Cathedral Lane (until 1792 called Cabbage Garden Lane).

THE STREETS OF DUBLIN The Cabbage Garden, also known as the Cabbage Patch, is a former burial ground in Dublin, Ireland. It is located off Upper Kevin Street in Dublin’s south inner city. Used as a cemetery from 1666 until the 1890s, it is now laid-out as a public park. The name of the plot can be traced back to the arrival of Oliver Cromwell in Dublin during 1649, whose forces rented the land…

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#April 2023 #cabbage garden #Cathedral Lane #Fotonique #Infomatique #Near St. Patrick&039;s Cathedral #Old Dublin #religious statue #statue #The Cabbage Garden #William Murphy

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Exploring the NYC Lower East Side

Great way to explore New York City's Lower East Side!

There are many choices for spending a day in the Big Apple. Yet I recommend spending a day exploring the NYC Lower East Side. The NYC Lower East Side is on the southeastern side of Manhattan Island. It is roughly south of E. Houston St. and between Bowery and the East River. NYC’s Lower East Side has a rich past. Many immigrants from the late 1800s and early 1900s found homes in this corner of…

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#10002 #Basicilica of St. Patrick&039;s Old Cathedral #Benito One #Katz&039;s #Lower East Side #Museum at Eldridge #New York #NYC #Russ & Daughters #Tenement Museum

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St Patrick's Cathedral in Dublin, 3 photos of crosses because I am indecisive

#photo #st patrick's cathedral #dublin #sacral architecture #cathedral #old church

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 9 months

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A Conversation with Cardinal Dolan

CHAPTER TWO: The Confessional

Featuring the Archbishop of New York, Cardinal Timothy Dolan

It's been a month since my interview with Cardinal Dolan, the current Archbishop of New York and the subsequent article that followed in the New York Times. And I couldn't get him out of my mind since our encounter in his office. I can’t explain, except to say that he populated my dreams. At 73 years of age he stood at 6 foot, balding gray hair and blue eyes with just a hint of mischief in them. His shoulders were broad, and he had a prominent belly which only made him that much more attractive in my eyes. I relived the experience of his 7 inches, thick, veiny cock and how great it was to suck him off. The dreams were so vivid that sometimes I would wake up in a pool of cum.

The compulsion to seek him out came over me again and again. So I went to the St. Patrick’s Cathedral to see Cardinal Dolan. The church was empty, save for only Cardinal Dolan and a janitor who was on his way out for the night, as I purposefully waited until the last parishioner left before making my way to the booth. The church was empty, save for only Cardinal Dolan and a janitor who was on his way out for the night, as I purposefully waited until the last parishioner left before making my way to the booth.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been, umm, quite some time since my last confession." I said after clearing my throat.

A thud sound came from the other side of the booth and a distinct sound of shuffling feet. I shifted nervously on my knees as I gazed up at the grating, waiting for a response.

"I'm happy to hear your voice, young man. What seems to be troubling you?" Spoke Cardinal Dolan in a gentle manner.

"Well, Your Eminence, you remember our last meeting... "

"Vividly child, continue." Cardinal Dolan said, cutting in.

Just then, I heard the door open and decided to follow suit. Peering out the door, I saw Cardinal Dolan giving me a warm, grandfatherly grin. Looking into the old cardinal's eyes, the same eyes that looked down on me a month ago when I blew him and embraced him in a deep, passionate kiss. At first he seemed shocked. Like I had woken him from some kind of daydream. Then he seemed to come back and he started returning my kiss with equal vigor. I felt his hands grab my ass and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his cock growing hard as my own stiff cock rubbed against his silk boxers.

Suddenly as if realizing for the first time where we were, he broke our embrace and whispered, “This isn't the place for this, let’s go to my chambers.”

We walked hastily to Cardinal Dolan’s private chamber and found ourselves on a couch making out for what seemed like hours, but was in truth only ten minutes. Suddenly he was removing his collar and unbuttoning his shirt as I slid the couch on my knees in front of him, stripping him of his pants. When I finally pulled down Cardinal Dolan’s boxers, a seven and a half-inch, super thick beast of a cock, already dripping with precum was before me.

Cardinal Dolan watched as I proceeded to lick up and down the shaft and kissing the tiny drops of emitting precum before taking the beautiful head of his dick in my mouth. He tried not to moan, but my cock sucking skills were too much for him. I deep throated his old cock and he let out a loud, deep moan, the first of many.

For the first five minutes, I bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could before moving to suck and lick the cardinal's balls. I gently stroked his cock, slapping away Cardinal Dolan’s hands, who were hell bent on jacking off his dick and reaching what was certain to be one fucking hell of an orgasm. Wanting to tease him more and did something that the priest expecting. I pushed my mouth down to his asshole and started running my moist tongue back and forth against his virgin asshole. Suddenly, Cardinal Dolan was bucking and calling out like a woman. And when I forced my tongue inside his tight old asshole, he practically squealed with pleasure.

“Oh Lord! Oh God!" Was all Cardinal Dolan could say as the rim job's pleasure put him into a state where rational thought couldn’t be attained.

Fearing that I was going to make him cum, I moved up and sucked on the engorged purple head of his cock, swirling my tongue around his boner. He started thrusting into my throat, making me gag. I went back to stroking his now wet cock before kissing up his stomach. I kissed up his belly and chest until my lips found his nipples. I sucked and pinched both nipples giving him pleasure that he has never experienced in all his years of priesthood. Cardinal Dolan clutched me in his arms and our lips met again as I continued to feed my desire.

Looking into his lustful blue eyes, I knew that he wanted to fuck my ass when he pushed two of his fingers up my hole. He finger fucked me for a few minutes and I knew that my rectum ached for Cardinal Dolan's cock to slip inside it.

"I'd sure like to fuck you." Cardinal Dolan whispered to me.

"I know, I know," I replied as his fingers massaged my prostate, "but have you ever fucked someone before."

He said no and and I said he was missing out then. And with the revelation that he was a virgin turned my passion into a frenzy of deep kisses before quickly getting up. At first I thought that he had enough, but quickly asked for some lube. He also said no to that, so I moistened my hole. Seeing my cute ass, Cardinal Dolan follow suit and spit on his hand and slicked up my old pecker the best he could. I told him I would take care of him as I climbed on top of him, reached behind myself and started playing with his cock, running it up and down my crack.

As soon as his dick made contact with my hole, he immediately thrust all 8 inches into me. I gasped loudly, so loudly in fact that I’m sure the people in the next room heard. Looking scared, he apologized and asked me if I was okay. I put both hands on his chest and started bouncing up and down on his cock, telling him he could fuck me as hard as he wanted.

The sensation was indescribable. I was in ecstasy seeing this loving priest and his old, sweaty body fucking me. I took deep breaths to delay the inevitable blissful orgasm as he heard great moans of pleasure coming from the old man popping my delicate cherry. He was panting and looking at me with a hungry desire, like I was a meal and he was starving, now match my bouncing with thrusts of his own. I could feel his huge shaft stretching the walls of my ass hole as he fucked up into me time and time again.

“Fuck me! Oh God Fuck me! Oh God Cardinal Dolan! Fuck me!” I screamed.

He pumped that hard dick into me faster making a slapping sound as his hips met my ass. I could feel his huge shaft stretching the walls of my ass hole as he fucked up into me time and time again. I could see the twinkle in his eye as he looked me square in the eye, smiled, and whispered, “I’m getting close!”

Having said that, Cardinal Dolan viciously pumped his cock continually in an out of my bowels. He kept fucking me hard and deep creating simultaneous moans of excitement and anticipation from the both of us so loud that I thought the neighbors would hear. Cardinal Dolan's cock swelled slightly again and his rhythm became erratic, my dick was vibrating with excitement and my balls were tight to my body waiting to cum.

Suddenly, with his right hand, Cardinal Dolan cupped my cock and began violently stroking it for another minute or so until I made the fateful announcement.

“Holy Fuck! I’m cuuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!!”

I shot a massive load of hot cum that landed partly on Cardinal Dolan's belly and chest. I shot four loads that were more massive than any in my life, and three others that rivaled my former best. Witnessing my massive explosion of man juice ended Cardinal Dolan’s superhuman stamina that had lasted nearly an hour from when I first bobbed on his cock.

“Get ready! Here it comes!” shouted the priest.

As wave after colossal wave of cum filled my deep crevices, Cardinal Dolan’s whole body gyrated in absolute pleasure. He lowered himself enough that we could embrace once again in a kiss that was this time like the one they experienced in the Pugh.

#timothy dolan #timothy m. dolan #A Conversation with Cardinal Dolan #fan fiction #religious figures #archbishop #clergy #priest #celebrities #the confessional

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i-want-my-iwtv · 5 months

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How do you interpret the Louis vampire transformation in the book, not the show. It seems very sexual from my understanding although Lestat is a complete a**hole. I'm starting to reread the books again it's been awhile.

…"Are we close to God when we create something out of nothing? When we pretend we are the tiny flame and we make other flames?"

nansorella, this question could be an essay answer 💗! I'm glad to hear you're rereading the books, definitely try to get through TOBT if you can, that's where the above quote came from. There's a lot of layers with Lestat giving the Dark Gift to Louis. But I'll try to keep this as short as I can, and we can always delve further in a follow up ;}

[^X by @xxhellonursexx, read the caption on that bc it's in line with my answer on this ask! Vampiric feeding could be compared to breastfeeding, but specifically their turning is really the most comparable, a child feeding on the nutrition from their parent's own body.]

Focusing on the book, yes, my reading is that it's intentionally very sexual (even complete a**holes can be capable of sex!). Since vampires can't get pregnant, the Dark Gift is their method of sexual reproduction; I would argue that it's the most intimate act they can perform. Yes Lestat is being more than a bit of an a**hole in that moment but I can excuse it partly bc it was AR's first time writing a vampire turning and Lestat was for sure the main antagonist in that story, so he had to be sassy/cruel even in what should have been a loving moment but that's another entire discussion. Ppl can be awful during the act of giving birth, too, so... yeah... I would also argue that the '94 movie softened that scene somewhat, Lestat was positively thrilled about doing it and wasn't awful to Louis (except for when he had to break away from Louis, but that's also comparable to childbirth, which has pain involved for sure, and then you can see how sexually gratified he is laying back and watching Louis transform after they separate so ANYWAY!).

Since Lestat has so many fledglings, it was kind of a fandom joke that every time X sound occurs, Lestat makes another fledgling... maybe it's because he gets so much pleasure out of performing the act itself, and, transforming someone into a vampire, he gains a kind of parental and creative ownership of that person. It's his blood in them, after all!

Louis describes the act of killing as being a celebration of his making, (my bold & italics emphasis added):

"Killing is no ordinary act," said the vampire. "One doesn't simply glut oneself on blood." He shook his head. "It is the experience of another's life for certain, and often the experience of the loss of that life through the blood, slowly. It is again and again the experience of that loss of my own life, which I experienced when I sucked the blood from Lestat's wrist and felt his heart pound with my heart. It is again and again a celebration of that experience; because for vampires that is the ultimate experience."

[X for a great gifset of this quote by @fetch-me-a-block]

And then in Tale of the Body Thief, Lestat's reflecting on the creation of Claudia in a similar way to how ppl talk about the creation of their children:

[^X St. Patrick’s Cathedral, NYC, 11/7/15.]

“I lifted the long wax wick, dipped it into an old flame, and carried the fire to a fresh candle, watched the little tongue grow orange and bright. What a miracle, I thought. One tiny flame could make so many other flames; one tiny flame could set afire a whole world. Why, I had, with this simple gesture, actually increased the sum total of light in the universe, had I not? …«But why, Lestat?» Because she was beautiful, because she was dying, because I wanted to see if it would work. Because nobody wanted her and she was there, and I picked her up and held her in my arms. Because it was something I could accomplish, like the little candle flame in the church making another flame and still retaining its own light - my way of creating, my only way, don’t you see? One moment there were two of us, and then we were three. …«Are we close to God when we create something out of nothing? When we pretend we are the tiny flame and we make other flames?»

That book has an undercurrent of Claudia haunting Lestat (possibly as a ghost, but possibly as just his own imaginary manifestation of her) and pestering him about why he created her, maybe trying to provoke him into an apology, and I feel like he's able to make peace with her in his ruminations about her in that book. This is why I encourage ppl to read the canon books, even on beyond the first 3, because there are gems like this that add a richness to the characters, we can explore them along with Anne Rice 💗💗💗

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Crosby and Broome Street

Crosby St & Broome St New York, NY 10012

Unveiling the Splendor of Crosby Street & Broome Street.

In the heart of Manhattan's SoHo district lies an enchanting convergence of history, artistry, culinary excellence, and urban allure – the iconic intersection of Crosby Street and Broome Street. These two thoroughfares, each with its unique character, weave a narrative that transcends time, revealing the captivating evolution of a neighborhood that has blossomed into a haven for creativity, luxury, and vibrant community life. Embark on a captivating journey as we delve into the intricate details that define Crosby Street and Broome Street in SoHo, transforming them into a destination unlike any other.

A Stroll Through Time and Architecture

Crosby Street, a narrow cobblestone path, invites visitors to step back in time. Its cast-iron facades, remnants of the neighborhood's industrial origins, have been artfully repurposed into galleries, boutiques, and residences. The very buildings that once housed factories now stand as testaments to SoHo's ability to seamlessly fuse history with modernity, each cast-iron detail whispering stories of the past while embracing the future.

Intersecting Crosby Street, Broome Street adds another layer to the architectural panorama. Amid the luxury boutiques and contemporary structures, the Old St. Patrick's Cathedral stands tall, its Gothic Revival architecture an eloquent reminder of the immigrant history that helped shape the neighborhood. The streets serve as a living embodiment of how a community can pay homage to its roots while embracing change.

Artistic Expression and Creativity

Crosby Street's artistic soul continues to thrive through a fresh blend of pop-up exhibitions, murals, and interactive installations. The street itself has become an ever-changing canvas, a vibrant symphony of colors and shapes that captivate passersby and engage the imagination. It stands as a testament to the power of art to transcend conventional boundaries and inhabit the very essence of a neighborhood.

Broome Street's creative vitality is equally vibrant, boasting galleries, studios, and performance spaces. These intimate theaters provide a stage for emerging artists, musicians, and actors to share their talents, breathing life into the neighborhood's commitment to nurturing artistic expression in all its forms.

Culinary Odyssey and Pleasures

The culinary offerings on Crosby and Broome Streets present a feast for the senses, a tantalizing fusion of cultures and cuisines that reflect New York City's global character. From cozy cafes to upscale dining establishments, these streets offer a culinary symphony that celebrates diversity and innovation. Each dish and cup of coffee is a testament to the culinary artists who infuse their creations with a passion that mirrors the vibrant spirit of the neighborhood.

Retail Therapy and Luxury Lanes

For the discerning shopper, Crosby and Broome Streets emerge as a haven of luxury and style. The boutiques and flagship stores of luxury brands create an ambiance of refined elegance, where the latest trends and timeless fashion converge. The windows serve as a visual masterpiece, drawing in fashion enthusiasts and blending artistic expression with the world of commerce.

Community and Cultural Fusion

Beyond the aesthetics and commercial offerings, Crosby Street and Broome Street thrive as hubs of community engagement and cultural fusion. Throughout the year, these streets come alive with a myriad of events that unite residents and visitors, fostering a sense of belonging and shared identity. Art walks, street fairs, and seasonal celebrations fill the air with excitement, allowing individuals to immerse themselves in the neighborhood's vibrant tapestry.

Local artisans and craftsmen also find their home along these streets, offering a glimpse into the ingenuity and entrepreneurial spirit that define the SoHo community. From handmade crafts to vintage treasures, these local establishments contribute to a sense of authenticity that resonates with those who seek to uncover the heart of the neighborhood.

Residential Enclaves and Urban Sanctuaries

Crosby Street and Broome Street are not just destinations for exploration; they also embrace a vibrant residential community that calls SoHo home. Living on these storied streets offers a unique blend of urban sophistication and neighborhood charm. Residents find themselves at the nexus of luxury and convenience, with high-end boutiques and dining establishments just steps away from their front doors.

These streets, with their cobblestone pathways and historic facades, serve as urban sanctuaries where residents can escape the bustling city and find respite within a community that values both creativity and connectivity. The sense of camaraderie that emerges among those who reside on Crosby and Broome Streets is a testament to the enduring allure of this remarkable neighborhood.

Conclusion: A Continuum of Splendor

In the heart of SoHo, Crosby Street and Broome Street stand as sentinels of a neighborhood that has gracefully evolved while preserving its character and heritage. These streets are not isolated entities; they are part of a continuum that weaves the past, present, and future into a seamless tapestry of experiences. From the cast-iron architecture that whispers tales of industrial prowess to the vibrant artistry that defines its modern incarnation, this intersection beckons travelers and locals alike to embrace the charm, creativity, and community that define SoHo's essence.

As you traverse the enchanting landscape of Crosby Street and Broome Street, you're embarking on an exploration of the soul of New York City itself. Through its art, architecture, culinary delights, and dynamic community, this iconic intersection embodies the spirit of a city that is both a canvas and a masterpiece – a city that thrives on innovation while honoring its storied past. SoHo's odyssey continues, and at the crossroads of Crosby and Broome, its timeless allure is more captivating than ever before.

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The Interview - Chapter 10

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Rating: E

Warnings: some foreplay and mentions of sex

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 2164

Summary: Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America. Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 10

Steve Rogers was like no man Melody had ever spent time with before. Not just because he was a genetically enhanced, super-soldier that was over a hundred years old, and spent his time saving the world. Even taking out the ways he was obviously unlike anyone else on the planet, he was still rather exceptional. He had this old-school idea of dating, where they did go on physical dates. It was never just Netflix and Chill. They always went out and did something together, but because there was his fame to contest with, it wasn’t a simple case of going out for dinner and a movie. Yet, Steve made it work. He was good at picking restaurants where he knew that New York’s unofficial rule of leaving celebrities alone would be adhered to when they did eat out, but more often they did other things. They went to the theater and on a private tour of the catacombs under St Patrick’s old cathedral. He took her to a private party at MOMA, and a special presentation at the American Museum of Natural History.

Each date was surprising and it was easy to tell he was thinking hard about ways to keep her entertained. Melody was excited to get to see a side of New York that she had never even imagined she’d get to experience - let alone on the arm of Steve Rogers. Part of her wished that he would relax a little and they could just get to know each other on a more personal domestic level, but she knew she couldn’t rush Steve into getting to that moment. One thing she’d learned about Steve was that he didn’t think he deserved to have that kind of domestic connection, so she would wait. It wasn’t as if she was rushing to get to marriage and kids either. She’d worked so hard to get to where she was, she was far from ready to risk it by settling down. Besides, sometimes the dates made good writing material.

She wouldn’t write about Steve, of course. Or at least she didn’t write about Steve and publish it. Her private journals spoke in detail about Steve and how she felt about him. She wrote about the things they did together, how she was falling for him, and her fears about dating a celebrity and a man who risks his life so regularly on the job. She wrote about what it felt like when she had his entire attention and what his lips felt like when they kissed. She wrote about the dates in detail from the moment he showed up to the moment they parted ways, and from those journals, she’d pick out the information about the venues of the date and had started writing a regular column in the magazine about the secret treasures in New York seen by an outsider who was being guided by a local and through the lens of someone falling in love. It never mentioned love or dating or Steve at all, and yet it was proving to be pretty popular and meant that she was now earning a steady paycheck from the DB, which was boosted anytime she submitted one of her profile pieces.

It didn’t matter how the dates started, they did always end the same. Steve would always walk Melody to her apartment building and kiss her goodnight at the door. He never came up if she asked, and never asked if she didn’t. She wished he would - though sex in her apartment was far from easy given the sharing arrangement she had with Bobbi, but she did want to have sex with him, and if not sex, a makeout session would do.

But she could wait for that too. She wasn’t in the business of rushing anyone into physical intimacy.

Tonight Steve had taken Melody to a 1930’s 1930s-themed party in the Rainbow Room to celebrate the anniversary of the Rockefeller Center being opened. She had never imagined seeing the inside of the Rainbow Room, let alone attending such a big event in a deep-red, floor-length, 1940s style, satin gown with lace overlay, on the arm of Captain Steve Rogers. Steve had looked so good in his dark blue suit with red pinstripes. He had accessorized with a blue trench coat with red satin lining and a dark grey fedora. He was a guest of honor given he’d been living in New York when the building was being constructed and when it had opened to the public, and he’d given a speech about how he’d used to watch the buildings go up in Manhattan from the docks in Brooklyn.

It had been such a good night. She had made good connections and gotten to dance with Steve while imagining that it was the two of them dancing his return from the war. The food had been amazing and the room was everything she’d dreamed it would be. As Melody walked home with her arm looped around Steve’s, even as they chatted about the night, her mind raced with ideas for her column and future interviews.

They reached her doorstep and she turned to Steve as her hand ran down his arm and into his hand. “Please come up,” he said. “I’m still buzzing. We can have a drink. I promise no ulterior motives. Not unless you have them.”

Steve’s fingers curled around Melody's, and his gaze shifted from her down the street, to the window two floors up, and then back to her again, his blue eyes locking with her brown ones.

“Sure,” he said. “Just a drink.”

Butterflies began to flutter around in her stomach as she led him upstairs and into her apartment.

“It’s bigger than the one I shared with Bucky when we first moved out together,” Steve said as he stepped into the room and glanced around. “I mean, or starters, there’s a whole bedroom over there,” he added, pointing to the door to Bobbi’s bedroom. “I think your living room is about the entire space we had including the kitchen and bathroom.”

“So what did you have? A twin bed and a kitchen table?” Melody asked.

“Pretty much,” Steve said. “I used to sleep on the floor on a pile of cushions.”

Melody laughed and turned, cupping his jaw as she looked up at him. “I’m sorry, I just pictured you curled up like a little puppy. It was a very cute mental image.”

He laughed with her and leaned down to peck her lips. “I’m glad my tiny shoe box home is entertaining to you.”

“Aww,” she teased and leaned up and kissed him again. “I’m sorry. Go sit down. I’m gonna make you a drink Bobbi invented. It’s gonna make you hate me, but it’s nice and you should see it.”

“Why would I hate you for it?” he asked curiously.

“Wait and see,” she answered, practically skipping to the kitchenette. “Get comfy. I won’t be long.”

Steve continued to poke around her things as Melody began to make the two cocktails. She muddled raspberries at the bottom of the glasses and then filled the glasses with crushed ice, added coconut rum, and topped it off with a butterfly pea flower-infused gin. She brought the two glasses out with straws and handed Steve his. He laughed and shook his head. “The old red, white, and blue, huh? Can’t escape it.”

She sat down next to him and nudged him. “If a girl can’t tease her boyfriend, who can?”

He smiled and looked at her with soft eyes. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you call me that.”

“Is that too soon?” she asked. “I mean - I know we haven’t -” her eyes flicked to the partitioned-off section of the room that her bed was hidden behind.

“No, no,” Steve said quickly. “Not too soon. I like it. You’re my girlfriend.”

He leaned in and kissed her. As his lips brushed over hers, she put her glass on the coffee table and wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss. His glass joined hers and he guided her back on the couch as he kissed her passionately. His tongue teased into her mouth and she brought hers out to meet it, swirling them together. She spread her legs and he moved between them, grinding down on her as his lips moved with hers.

Melody’s whole body was thrumming and her heart was racing. She had not expected this at all. She thought she would have rambled about how good the night was and shown Steve all the business cards she had collected from the famous and powerful. She wanted to talk about his speech and for him to elaborate on it to learn more about the things that were important to the Steve Rogers who wasn’t on display. She had expected Steve to need more time.

Now her cunt was dripping for him and she wanted nothing more than for him to strip off her gown and to feel him inside her.

Unfortunately, that was the moment Bobbi returned home from work.

“Oh, god,” she said as she opened the front door. “Shit. Ignore me. I’m not even here.”

Steve was already scrambling back off Melody and Melody sat up, straightening herself off. “What time is it?” she asked.

“A bit after one,” she answered as she hurried toward her room. “Seriously. Please, don’t let me stop you.”

“It’s fine, Bobbi,” Steve said.

Bobbi was already ducking into her room and she quickly waved her hand to dismiss him. Steve let out a breath and picked up the cocktail, taking a long drink.

“I’m sorry,” Melody said. “This is the worst setup for bringing people home.”

Steve shook his head. “It’s okay. I got carried away. If it’s okay with you, I’d like our first time to be a little more special. Maybe we can go away for the weekend.”

Melody tilted her head. She really had never met anyone like Steve Rogers before. “Are you sure? I’d be happy with a room with a lock on it. We could always go back to your place.”

He nodded. “I know it’s putting a little pressure on it, but I think it’d be nice to do. Old school.”

“Can I ask you something personal?” Melody asked. Steve gave a brief nod. “Will it be your first time?”

Steve smiled and shook his head. “No. I know I give off those vibes. My number is low, but there is a number.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered. I just really don’t want you to feel like you’ll be letting me down if you need time,” she said, taking his hand.

“You’re something else, you know that,” he said and kissed her cheek.

“So are you, Steve,” she whispered.

“I’ll check my calendar and book something. We can go upstate. It’ll be nice,” he said.

“Sounds good,” she agreed.

Steve took another sip of the drink. “This is good by the way. What’s on top?”

“Gin,” she said. “I like how it goes with the rum. It takes away some of the sweetness.”

“Why is it blue?” he asked.

“It’s infused with butterfly pea flowers. If you add an acid it’ll turn purple,” she said.

Steve gave an impressed nod and took another sip before putting the glass down. “I should be going. Say goodnight to Bobbi for me.”

“Will do,” Melody said, standing with him. She walked him to the door and kissed him goodnight. “Thank you for tonight. I had a great time.”

“I’m really glad you were there with me,” he said. “It felt a lot less like work.”

She watched him leave and shut the door, when she turned around Bobbi was standing in the doorway to her bedroom. “Sorry about the cockblock, cuz,” she said.

Melody laughed and shook her head. “It’s fine. I don’t think he was ready yet.”

“Yeah, I’m taking it slow with Bucky too,” she said. “But then - that has a lot to do with me.”

“Work or you haven’t told him yet?” Melody asked, picking up both glasses and bringing them over to Bobbi. She offered Bobbi her untouched drink, and Bobbi took it and took a sip.

“Both,” she said with a sigh. “I hate telling people that I’m seeing when they don’t already know. But I do really like him. He’s quiet, but that kind of quiet where there’s something a little wicked under the surface waiting to come out.”

“You want me to feel around, see if I can get a vibe of how he’ll react?” she asked.

Bobbi pursed her lips and then took another long drink. “Okay. Yes. Please can you? I give you permission to out me to Steve if you think he will keep it to himself.”

“Alright,” she said and hugged Bobbi. “I love you, you know?”

“I love you too,” she said, hugging her back. “Our lives are pretty crazy, right?”

Melody laughed and nodded. “You’re telling me.”

// NEXT

#marvel #avengers #marvel fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #captain america #captain america fanfic #steve rogers x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #ofc #smut #the interview

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Venerable Pierre Toussaint 1766-1853 Feast Day: May 28

Venerable Pierre Toussaint was born a slave in Haiti to the Berand family. They brought him to New York City in 1787 to escape the political unrest in Haiti. He became a successful hairdresser, eventually even supporting Mr. Berand’s widow, who granted his freedom in 1807. Using his wealth he became a philanthropist to the poor in NYC, starting an orphanage, employment and credit bureaus, a hostel for travelers and priests and contributed to the building of Old St. Patrick Cathedral and is interred in the new cathedral. Pierre died at 87 and is known as one of NYC's most famous Catholics.

Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase here: (website)

#Venerable Pierre Toussaint #Pierre Toussaint #Hatian Catholic #Black Catholic #artist on tumblr

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Interview with the Vampire (S1): A collection of articles with Jacob Anderson (Part 1)

New York Post Jacob Anderson on ‘Interview with the Vampire’: A ‘beautiful rant about an ex’ (10/03/2022)

W Magazine Jacob Anderson Saw the Meme-ification of Don’t Worry Darling Happen in Real Time The Interview With the Vampire actor discusses binge-reading Anne Rice’s novels and his thoughts on filmic meta-commentary. (10/03/2022)

Vulture Interview With the Vampire’s Jacob Anderson on Power Struggles and Ethical Feeding (10/21/2022)

The New Yorker Jacob Anderson Scares Easily The “Interview with the Vampire” star ruminates on death and immortality while visiting the crypts under St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral. (11/08/2022)

Gizmodo Interview With the Vampire's Jacob Anderson on His Character Inspiration Ahead of the penultimate episode of AMC's Interview With the Vampire, star Jacob Anderson talks with io9 about creating many versions of one vampire. (11/12/2022)

The Washington Post In ‘Interview with the Vampire,’ Jacob Anderson is a complicated monster (11/14/2022)

The Grio Jacob Anderson calls AMC’s Black, queer ‘Interview With The Vampire’ series ‘very special, refreshing and rare’ Adapted from the 1976 novel of the same name, it has enjoyed critical acclaim for its execution, themes and tweaks to the original story. (11/14/2022)

Inside Hook Jacob Anderson Has Been Waiting His Whole Career for a Show Like “Interview with the Vampire” The actor explains why his part on the popular AMC+ series is the role of a lifetime (11/17/2022)

AMC Talk Interview With The Vampire Q&A — Jacob Anderson On Louis Falling Under Lestat’s Spell One Last Time (11/23/2022)

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc iwtv #jacob anderson #louis de pointe du lac

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The Daily Dad — Feb 20, 2024

Things you might want to know:

‘Everything is hairless’: what 100 women taught me about porn and body confidence 💭 I feel like anyone seriously researching porn’s influence on women’s self-image in the 2020s has to be old as fuck, ‘cause no one under fifty thinks that porn is having a meaningful impact on modern self-image in the era of Instagram. When it comes to generating insecurity, a bruised-up, bored porn slut being impaled by a sketchy cock has got nothin’ on a perfect size 0 lounging —toned and smooth— in an microscopic bikini next to an infinity pool overlooking Santorini while eating an improbable pizza.

Legendary Publisher EC Comics Rises From the Grave - IGN ❝ Oni has become the official home of the EC Comics brand, via a partnership with William M. Gaines Agent, Inc. The new line will be overseen by Oni Press President & Publisher Hunter Gorinson and Editor-in-Chief Sierra Hahn in partnership with Cathy Gaines Mifsud and Corey Mifsud, the administrators of William M. Gaines Agent, Inc.

Reddit has a new AI training deal to sell user content 💭 I just nuked a handful of my stories from Reddit. It probably won’t achieve much… they’ll probably let their scraping-buddy —coughOpenAIcough— go through the deleted content too. But it was a small price to pay for the chance to say “fuck you” to our imminent overlords.

The Text File That Runs the Internet ❝ "For decades, robots.txt governed the behavior of web crawlers. But as unscrupulous AI companies seek out more and more data, the basic social contract of the web is falling apart."

New FDA-approved drug makes severe food allergies less life-threatening 💭 Before long I won’t be able to count on a peanut perimeter to protect me from a full-on snuggle assault… which we in the business call a ‘Blossom Blitz’.

‘Life Is Strange’ and ‘Life Is Strange: Before the Storm’ Have Been Updated for Modern iOS Device and OS Support 💭 Okay, so Life Is Strange’s writing is hella whack, yo. And the expression-challenged character models tend to make it feel like a department store mannequin production of an off-off-Broadway play about loss, death, and Polaroids. But the “rewind” mechanic elevates the material, and I’m glad we’ve been playing it on the stream. If you want a mobile version of it, here ya go…

New York archdiocese calls funeral for trans activist at cathedral ‘scandalous’ ❝ Pastor of St Patrick’s Cathedral condemns service for Cecilia Gentili after she was celebrated as being ‘mother of all whores’

After a decade and $1.2 billion, NASA reveals its booty from Bennu: 121 grams 💭 It saddens me when stories like this —which should be presented as the exciting developments they are— lead with angerbait bullshit along the lines of ‘See how much they spent to get so little?! Here are some paragraphs explaining why this is actually cool, but we couldn’t get you to read without pissing you off first.’ Human beings do something amazing, and it ends up serving random economic grievances.

Asgard’s Wrath 2 Review - IGN 💭 I’m tempted to buy this for my Quest 2, but I haven’t gotten into a VR game since Half-Life: Alyx, and I’m not sure I want to spend 90 hours spinning in circles and trying not to fall into the TV.

ChatGPT vs. Gemini: Which AI Chatbot Subscription Is Right for You? ❝ Everyone wants your $20 per month for access to their best AI chatbot. Who gets it depends on what features are important to you.

OpenAI collapses media reality with Sora, a photorealistic AI video generator 💭 I recently read a pretty convincing argument that the nature of this generation of generative AI is self-limiting… the nature of the models will lead to most machine-created media looking uncannily similar, and thus boring. It won’t look bad, but those who consume enough of it will start to spot the seams. Which is good… in the short term. Hopefully, society will have time to prepare itself for the seamless shit we’ll see in 2040.

For Hundreds of Years, People Thought California Was an Island ❝ Dozens of maps show cartography's most persistent mistake.

How to get on 'Survivor': Behind the scenes of casting season 45 ❝ How do you get on 'Survivor'? Read the incredible stories and watch the audition videos of contestants that made in onto season 45.

Nvidia CEO calls for “Sovereign AI” as his firm overtakes Amazon in market value 💭 I’m not saying that there’s nothing to his argument. I’m just not sure that the dudes who stand to make billions —trillions?— from machine learning hardware are the right ones to be calling for what will essentially become a post-nuclear, multi-polar Cold War.

Walmart might buy Vizio to win the fight over cheap TVs ❝ Walmart is in talks to buy Vizio for $2 billion, according to a report from The Wall Street Journal. The deal could put Walmart in a position to compete with smart TVs from Roku and Amazon.

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On February 6th 1615, Patrick Stewart, the tyrannical 2nd Earl of Orkney was beheaded in Edinburgh for treason.

As promised, a follow on from Sunday's post about Robert Stewart, an equally unpleasant member of the Stewar family that influenced Scotland so much.

Ultimately a footnote in the sweep of Scottish history, the earl was — and remains — locally infamous for his decadence and cruelty. He persecuted “witches” gleefully, one name : Alison Balfour, he accused of attempting to murder him. Stewart said that absent vigorous prosecution his subjects “wald all have becommit witches and warlockis for the people ar naturally inclynit thairto,” though the property forfeiture accompanying a witchcraft conviction might also have had something to do with it.

None of this had aught to do with the noble’s fall, although it was cited against him in passing; a treason charge for usurping royal authority arising from parochial jockeying for power did him in.

For those paying attention this basically follows up Friday’s post and sees the karma playing a part.

In 1593, the “iron grip” of the Stewart earls passed from Earl Robert to his second son, 28-year-old Patrick Stewart.

Like his father before him, Patrick’s rule over Orkney was not a particularly pleasant one, earning him the nickname “Black Patie”.

Patrick’s reputation for extravagance, arrogance and greed was matched only by his love of finery - exemplified in the magnificent Earl’s Palace in Kirkwall.

Stewart held the native Orcadians in very low regard. When not bickering with his own family, his time was spent feuding with the more powerful local families.

By 1606, Earl Patrick was heavily in debt and ignored a summons to appear before the Privy Council, in Edinburgh, to explain the complaints received regarding his extremely oppressive rule. He was even charged with treason but the charge was dropped in 1607, such was the power of The Stewarts.

The appointment of Bishop James Law, in the same year, marked the beginning of Patrick’s end. The bishop, a close friend and confidante of the Scottish king, James VI, presented a petition before the king, describing the oppression suffered by the people of Orkney. It is thought he also made mention of the danger the Stewart family posed - at this time the islands were still more Norse than Scottish. The latter statement probably prompted the King to take action.

In 1610, at the age of 35, Earl Patrick Stewart was indicted on seven charges of treason, on the ground of usurping royal authority. He remained in Edinburgh Castle, despite pleading justification for his actions on the islands’ County Laws.

While incarcerated, Patrick appointed his illegitimate son, Robert, as his deputy in Orkney. Robert had instructions to regain his father’s “houses” and to collect rents to prepare for his hoped-for restoration to the Earldom.

Robert’s attempt to comply with his fathers orders resulted in what amount to a rebellion against royal authority. Earl George Sinclair of Caithness - who had a score to settle with the Stewarts - came to the King’s aid, volunteering to lead and pay for an expedition to Orkney to quash Robert Stewart’s rebellion.

After a long siege of the Kirkwall Castle, the Bishop’s Palace and St Magnus Cathedral - where supporters were garrisoned - the Stewart rebellion was brought to its knees by the work of a traitor working from the inside.

Earl George threatened to demolish St Magnus’ Cathedral as a reprisal against the Orcadians who had nearly ruined him but fortunately Bishop Law persuaded him otherwise.

Patrick Stewart, the man destined to become Orkney’s most despised earl, was found guilty of treason in 1615, and subsequently beheaded. And according to tradition, so wicked was he that his execution had to be delayed for several days to give him time to learn the Lord’s Prayer.

As I touched upon earlier the accusation of witchcraft had become a particularly convenient way of depriving people of their land - in the following century there were many trials, often beginning in St Magnus Cathedral and ending at the stake.

And so the tyrannical Stewart’s reign ended in the northern isles. The picture shows Coat of arms of Earl Patrick. The first and fourth quarters show the Scottish royal arms debruised by a ribbon, a symbol of bastardy, while the second and third quarters show the arms of the Earldom of Orkney, you might recall from Monday’s post the Stewarts sprang from illegitimate children of King James the V. Other pic is The Earls Palace ruins at Kirkwall.

Such was their prowess at spreading their seed that recent DNA research shows that a remarkable round half of men with the Stuart or Stewart surname - regardless of the spelling - are believed to carry a unique marker in their Y chromosome which identifies them as the direct descendants of a 13th Century nobleman who fought alongside William Wallace and whose subsequent lineage includes the Stuart monarch, James VI of Scotland, so if you are a man and your surname’s Stewart/Stuart, around about half of you have royal lineage.

Pic is by Martin Laird https://martinlaird.scot/drawing-painting/james-vi-earl-patrick-stewart/

#scotland #scottish #history #execution #the stewarts #Orkney Isles

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