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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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this isn't a real mermay prompt, but if the mood strikes you: indulgent supernatural sugar daddy indrid? roleplaying that he's finally reached the limit of his patience for duck's teasing and now he's going to tie him to the bed and use him however he sees fit

Here you go! I riffed on something we discussed on the discord. CW for mentions of stripping, blood and booze, the roleplay could be read as dubcon but it's clear what they're doing and that everyone is consenting and enjoying themselves. After care is show.

“Damn, guess they ain’t kiddin when they say it’s the city that never sleeps.” Duck stares from the window of their suite onto the flashing neon and 11 pm traffic of the Las Vegas strip.

“I thought that was New York City?” Indrid looks up from where he’s laying their dinner out on the shiny black table.

“Maybe? I dunno, only ever been there once, on a trip with my folks as a kid.” Duck slides into his chair across from his grinning boyfriend. They picked up a massive spread of food earlier tonight, their friend Barclay having lots of intel on the best food in the city and the affection for them to write out a detailed list where to try.

Indrid grabs a pill from his bag on the bathroom counter, then settles across from Duck with an excited grin, “There, now I can dine without fear.”

They’re well into dessert when Indrid wipes his lips with a thoughtful hum.

“You know, sweet one, this never silent, ever bright environment lends itself well to certain activities.”

“Oh yeah?” Duck leans across the table to take his hand.

“I have more details that we can discuss while we digest, but to begin; how do you feel about dressing like the loudest man on a college campus for the night?”

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Duck strides into the main floor of the Wynn, the industrial strength air conditioner practically sending him into shock after the heat of the pavement and desert air.

En route to the agreed upon Blackjack table, he makes eye contact with his reflection in a bank of windows. Only the flip flops were in his suitcase when they arrived; the mint green muscle tank and khaki shorts came from the nearest thrift store. He picked up special underwear once he and Indrid separated, suspecting it will make his boyfriend laugh. He loves making him laugh, even during their most intense scenes.

He gets his chips, his seat, and his hand within ten minutes, signaling a waiter for a screwdriver. God only knows why, but it feels like what this kind of guy would order on a Saturday afternoon. Duck’s decent at Blackjack; Juno taught him how to play and Ned helped him refine his technique. So he’s holding his own when a new player sits down two stools to his right.

“I intend to play the eccentric millionaire.”

When Indrid uttered that sentence, Duck pictured a slight variation on his usual evening wear; the suit he brings on trips just so he can take Duck out for nice meals without--as happened on one occasion-- being forced to borrow a jacket from a waiter.

He was not expecting this.

Indrid’s suit is jet black, blood-red lining flashing when he unbuttons his coat. His usual red glasses perch on his nose, and he’s done something to his hair that renders it sleek rather than it’s usual silvery tangle. His back is straight, his smile wide, and his manners pure perfection.

“May I join on the next hand?”

“One sparkling water please. Do add on a nice tip for yourself, won’t you?”

“Twenty! Oh, how delightful.”

Indrid wins more than he loses, careful to go over or come too far under enough times to avoid accusations of counting cards. Duck’s stack of chips dwindles, and he directs his frustration at this fact towards Indrid, muttering unkind things whenever the older man says, “hit me.”

When he’s down to thirty bucks, he taps out. Pushes back from the table with the huff of a man who’s used to getting what he wants. He finds the nearest bar and takes a small table for himself.

The chair across from him doesn’t stay vacant long.

“Hello.” Indrid folds his hands on the table, smiling pleasantly.

“What the fuck do you want?” Duck grumbles.

“To see if you were alright. You seemed rather upset when you left the table.”

“Ain’t upset, I’m fuckin broke. Came to vegas to get laid and get rich and I’m strikin out on both so far.”

“Perhaps I can help. I, ah, we are both here alone. Why don’t we keep each other company? Two bachelors taking on the city.” Indrid gives a very awkward “ta-dah” with his fingers.

“Dunno, I don’t really feel like slummin.”

“You won’t be. I promise.”

Duck leans back in his chair, arms crossed, “Oh yeah?”

A knife-edge enters Indrid’s smile, only to be covered by a menu, “Let me buy you lunch as proof. Order whatever you like.”

He calls the older man’s bluff by ordering a craft beer, the most expensive burger on the menu, and three appetizers, only to discover it was not, in fact, a bluff. Indrid pays for everything without so much as glancing at the prices.

“There now” he smiles at Duck as the waiter clears his leftover steak (“as rare as possible, please”), “have I proven myself a worthy companion?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Excellent” Indrid claps his hands together, “then let us see what else this town has to offer.”

While they digest they peruse the malls and casino hop wherever there are shaded routes that allow them to do so. As they’re maneuvering through the throng near the aquarium, Indrid says, “tell me a bit about yourself, Duck. Nono, wait, let me guess; southern prep school, expensive college, a family very happy to support you while you search for your place in the world?”

Duck nods (the only ways he’s able to lie during their scenes).

“I certainly hope you didn’t burn through your trust fund playing the slots.” Indrid elbows him playfully.

“Nah. Set myself a limit for what I could spend gamblin each day.”

“Clever young thing.”

“Indrid, how old do you think I am?”

“Thirty?”

“Thirty-six.”

The crowd presses them closer together as Indrid murmurs, “You don’t look it.”

“If we’re goin for personal questions, how old are you?”

“Oh, a bit older than yourself.” Indrid replies breezily, “ooh, look, rays!”

When the thermometer flashing in-between advertisements for Lady Gaga and The Osmonds cracks a hundred, Indrid ushers Duck to the indoor pool at their hotel. His new companion lounges in a reserved cabana while Duck soaks in the cool water, other swimmers floating past him or propping themselves on the edges to talk with their partners.

And every time he surfaces, he feels a red tinted gaze watching him. His new friend isn’t even trying to hide it, flat out ogles him whenever he’s in shallow water. Duck’s far from the youngest or most ripped guy here, but Indrid’s eyes never stray. It’s flattering.

It also makes sinking further into his role as easy as slipping into the deep end.

If the rich weirdo wants to buy him fancy shit because Duck is hot, he can knock himself out. It’s not like Duck has to fuck him. But teasing him might get him even more free drinks and expensive souvenirs. If he plays his cards right, he won’t pay for a single thing the rest of his trip.

He hops out of the pool, takes his time drying off and stretching before laying on his belly on the swanky deck chair, facing the opposite direction Indrid is to give the other man a better view of his ass.

“Where to next?” He tries for a purr and only succeeds at exaggerating his drawl.

Indrid’s smile widens all the same, “I have a few ideas. But let’s linger here a bit longer.”

After that he stays as close to the other man as he can, let’s their shoulders bump and fingers brush as they make the rounds for some pre-dinner drinks. He even whispers a flirtatious word or two, makes Indrid blush when he orders a drink called “silver fox,” looks him dead in the eyes and grins, “my favorite.”

He’s plenty tipsy when Indrid steers them into a hallway where bass shakes the floor and pink light disguises the cracks in the walls.

“Can’t say you’ve been to Vegas unless you’ve seen a little sin.” Is all the explanation given before the doors open on a two story strip club.

“Holy fuck.” Duck lets Indrid shepherd him to a stage where several men with abs that look painted on play at fucking the air, the stage, and each other, much to the delight of the two bachelorette parties and the single men dotting the audience.

“You’re a fuckin genius.” Duck growls, sitting when Indrid pushes down on his shoulder. The older man takes the seat to his left, watching the proceedings with polite detachment. He orders a cocktail for Duck and water for himself.

In spite of his apparent disinterest, the dancers all come to Indrid, one after the other. In theory, some of them should pass by Duck afterwards. But they all go right back to the stage or to other patrons. The few times one even looks at him, their eyes immediately slide away onto Indrid.

The fact the other man is handing out fifties and hundreds like they’re singles probably helps.

A tall brunette is currently in Indrid’s lap, and the silver-haired man whispers something and points at Duck.

Suddenly there is a very hot man in a glorified thong in his lap, who gives him a vaseline slick smile, “Your friend over there bought you a dance.”

Indrid waves, the movement grating on Ducks pride. He glares in response.

The older man calls “you looked lonely.”

“I don’t need your fuckin charity.”

Indrid cocks his head, then shrugs, “very well. Please come back here, for double the tip.” He holds up three hundred-dollar bills. The instant the dancer is out of his lap, Duck stands and stomps out, swaying more than when he came in.

The onset of evening has worsened the crowds. He slogs and weaves through them with every intention of getting back to his room, ordering room service, and bandaging his scraped ego

“Why so down, Duck?”

“Fuck! Jesus, let a guy walk in peace will you?” Duck snaps as Indrid falls into step beside him.

“We're on the strip, there's no peace here. No quiet either. Makes it easy to do what one wants.”

Cool fingers find Duck’s wrist, keeping him from breaking ahead to the crosswalk. As they stand and watch the cars and buses roar by, Indrid murmurs, “How about a little friendly game as an apology?”

“Better not be fuckin blackjack.”

“Nono, I’m thinking Poker. If you win, you win bragging rights and whatever else you like that I can give you. But if I win...you have to walk me back to my room. I’ll still buy all the drinks, of course.”

Neon glints off a fang Duck pretends not to see.

“Fuck it, sure. I'm gonna wipe the table with you, old man.”

“I look forward to it.”

In spite of Indrid making good on his promise of drinks, Duck only has one Whiskey Sour before switching to water; being full-on drunk would make him worse at Poker, something he’s complete crap at on the best days. Figures Indrid would choose a game where bluffing is key.”

His card shark of a companion is beating him, and everyone else at the table, soundly. He also declines any food or drinks for himself. After two hours of play and countless hands of defeat, Duck surrenders. Indrid preens, tips their dealer, and wishes everyone else at the table a good night.

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“Why are we takin the stairs to the top floor?” Duck stares up the winding flights, unable to see their stopping point.

“It’s good for one’s health. And it’s, ah, far more private.”

“Why do you need privacy gettin to your room.”

The footsteps behind him stop as they reach the next landing.

“Simple. I'm hungry.”

Duck whirls just in time to catch Indrid as he lunges at him, fangs bared. It turns out to be a useless movement, the vampire trapping him in a corner effortlessly.

“What the fuck, fuckin let me go.” Duck hisses.

Indrid licks a fang with a thoughtful hum, “I can, though it comes with its own risks.” He sighs, put upon, “But you have been such pleasant company, I suppose it’s only fair to give you a choice. If you let me feed now, I shall be as gentle as I can be and only take a little. Or you can take your chances at outrunning me. However, should I still catch you, then I will take as much blood--and whatever else I like--as I please.” He brushes their noses together, “It’s up to you, sweet one.”

Duck takes a deep breath, the game fading while Indrid gives him time to decide how he wants to play.

Then Duck shoves Indrid away from him and bolts through the nearby door, running down the maze of corridors until he finds his salvation. Indrid’s laugh is still ringing in his ears when the elevator door finally closes.

When the ding announces his floor, he pokes his head out like a prairie dog watching for a hawk. No sign of the vampire. He comforts himself with that though, and with the fact that there’s no way Indrid could catch up to him now, as he click his keycard into the lock.

He shuts the door and reaches for the light switch.

Chilly fingers circle his wrist.

“I win.”

Duck is dragged, then carried, through the darkness, the light not clicking on until he’s tossed onto the bed. Indrid stands at his side, grinning hungrily.

“W-wait, fuck, please, I, how’d you-”

“Quiet.” Indrid tosses his jacket on the floor, straddles Duck with fangs unashamedly on display. Duck whimpers, tries to curl in and protect his throat. Indrid noses at it all the same, “don't worry you spoiled excuse for a man, it won't hurt too much.”

“‘Drid” Duck gasps, tipping his head automatically at the purr in the vampires voice.

Cool lips tenderly meet his own, “Indulge me a bit longer?’

“Hell yeah I will, sugar.” Out of habit, he guides Indrid’s glasses off and sets them out of crushing range, “Uh. Please, my dad is real fuckin wealthy, I'll pay you whatever you want?”

Indrid traces a sharp fingernail along Duck’s collarbone, “What I want is you. All those years getting what you demanded, not lifting a finger, you'll taste very rich.”

“Please don't kill me.” Duck can feel himself getting harder whenever teeth brush his skin.

The vampire cups his cheek, “Not a chance. I need to eat often, after all. And you're perfect to be my new pet. Spoiled, handsome, and no one will miss you.”

“Fuck you” Duck kicks weakly at Indrid’s ankle.

Indrid tuts, “Do I need to tie you down? I could hold you down easily, but I need my hands free to cover that sinful mouth and enjoy this lovely body while I feed.”

“N-no, no I’ll be good, I’llAAH!” His whole body tenses as fangs pierce his neck. He wants to cry out more but it’s perilous, might make him jerk away and tear the skin. But his body has to do something to release the tension, or the taught coils that replaced his muscles might snap and leave him in pieces.

He’s saved by a rush of pleasure melting every tendon, caressing every nerve into calm. Duck sinks into the bed, his body registering the suck of Indrid feeding but feeling no need to intervene. The vampires right hand creeps down to hold Duck’s left, his satisfied hum setting arousal buzzing in his chest.

Duck only realizes he’s been slowly grinding on Indrid’s slacks when the other man laughs, muffled and bloody. The vampire raises his head, lapping at the wounds so not a drop is wasted, “greedy boy. Even when you're dinner you think your pleasure deserves priority.”

“Please.” He wants his teeth in his neck forever, he wants his fingers and tongue between his legs every night.

Indrid kisses the wounds, sits up while daintily wiping his mouth with his shirt-sleeve, staining the starched white with red, “Delectable. Don't go anywhere, pet.”

“Not your fucking pet.” Wooziness pulls any teeth left in his tone, “and, and I thought you wanted me up here cause you were hungry. Now you ain’t. So, so I can go.”

“Oh no, that” he points to the marks on Duck’s neck, “was because I was hungry. The rest of tonight is happening because of your endless teasing.”

“I, uh, I don’t-” Duck turns bright pink.

“You were rather obvious. And silly me, indulging you because of your charms. Well, now it’s time to show me how grateful you are. Let me just slip into something a bit more comfortable.”

Indrid snaps his fingers. Reality gives a sickening crack. Then a mothman stands at the foot of the bed, feathers of soft browns rustling as he stretches his wings. He doesn’t have mandibles, but when he yawns it reveals rows of sharp teeth, the two where his human canines would be noticeably longer than the rest.

“Much better.”

Duck yelps, scrambles back into the headboard as Indrid dives onto the bed.

“Ah-ah” Indrid pins his arms and thighs to the bed with his four hands, “we had an agreement, little one. I get to do whatever I wish to you because you lost. And, more importantly” a long tongue drags up Duck’s cheek, “because that is how spoiled little humans earn their keep.”

“Oh god.” Is all Duck gets out before claws rip his shirt and shorts to colorful pieces. Indrid tips him sideways to finish mauling his shorts and pauses.

“What in the-” the vampire flips him onto his belly, stifles a giggle, “‘Bite me? Rather fitting underwear choice.”

“Thanks” Duck smirks into the blanket.

“Well, since I find myself incapable of denying you things, pet…” reality cracks once more.

“Wh-AHFUCK!” He yanks the nearest pillow over to muffle his cries as Indrid sinks his human fangs into the meat of Duck’s ass. It’s a different kind of pain, not as heart-pounding but just as fun. Indrid isn’t feeding, so he bites down only a few seconds before lifting his head to target another patch of skin. He doesn’t let up until Duck sobs his name into a silk pillow.

The vampire pulls back, but keeps Duck on his forearms and knees as he kisses a curve from his lower back to one of the innermost bite marks. Another shift and claws prick his legs.

“Mmmm, I can smell how turned on you are. I wonder….”

“Fuck, ohfuck” Duck pushes his hips back as Indrid’s tongue infurls down to tease his folds, “Indrid, please, please fuck me like that.”

“‘Ike ‘is?” The tongue presses in, thrusting lazily and without much pressure.

“Yes but, fuck, but more.”

A growl and Duck is slammed onto his back, Indrid looming over him with his wings outspread, “Have you forgotten the purpose of this evening?”

“No.” He stares up into red eyes, too turned on to be sheepish.

“Then why do you keep making demands? You have spent all day asking things of me and now it is time to show me why I tolerate such behavior.” He grabs Duck’s knees, holds them up and open with his lower arms, and purrs, “though there’s no denying your appeal from this angle.”

“Fuck yeah.” Duck fists the blanket in anticipation as Indrid adjusts them to put his head between the human’s legs. Indrid’s tongue caresses his dick, filling the room with slick, obscene sounds.

Then searing pain flashes through his left thigh as Indrid sinks the fangs of his form into it.

“FUCK! I, I thought, moths don’t-”

“Vampire moths do.” Indrid grins before smearing a line of red on Duck’s skin, “and I intend to drink my fill.”

Duck yelps again, slams a hand over his mouth when he remembers there’s two other suites on this floor.

“Be as loud as you like; I cast a little spell on this room to make sure no one hears what I’m doing to my new pet.” He thrusts his tongue into Duck without warning, fucking him on it until he’s bucking his hips, then pulling out to lap and suck at his thigh. When he next returns to sucking Duck’s dick, the feathers around his mouth are as red as his eyes.

Heat builds in Duck’s gut at the sight and he moans, “‘Drid, please, I’m so close to cummin just from this, please just let me cum.”

“Absolutely not.” Indrid drops his legs, dragging him into his lap with a hiss, “you have still not learned your lesson. You think you can get whatever you want just by looking sweetly at me. You’re so very wrong.” His upper arms trap Duck’s own behind his back while his lower set prick his hips, “now be a good pet and keep your legs open.”

Duck doesn’t get a chance to ask why; a cock, covered in vertical ridges with a very thick tip, shoves halfway into him.

“Mmmm, that’s lovely.” Indrid thrusts hurriedly, “now I remember why I put up with your demands all day. Spoiled though you may be, I’ve never had someone fit my cock so well. Ohhhhh” he opens his wings, grinning, “someone likes that.”

“Like you, fuck, Indrid, I swear I wasn’t, uh, wasn’t not teasing, no, fuck FUCKfuck” He takes as much as he can in one thrust, the last third still pulsing outside his body.

“Don’t lie, sweet human. I know you let me spoil you endlessly, teased me mercilessly all day, all while thinking you would spend your evening asleep and alone, rather than where you belong.”

Duck whimpers as his thighs fight to keep up the pace. They give out a moment later but nothing happens; Indrid’s grip on his hips is so strong he’s moving him without help.

“Fuck that’s so fuckin good.”

Indrid flutters his wings “You see how easily I control you, sweet one? You may be strong and handsome, but at the end of the day you’re nothing more than a toy for me to use and discard as I please.”

He whines at that, let’s himself go limp so it’s easier to hide his face in Indrid’s fluff.

“Don’t worry, pet, I shall not discard you. As I said, you are perfect for me, a lovely little gift to myself after a day spent giving them to you.” The hands restraining his arms let go and he instantly wraps them as far around the vampire as he can. Then clawed fingers gingerly stroke his dick. He groans out a thank you and Indrid laughs.

“Oh no, this isn’t for you. I just find that humans taste even better during orgasm.”

Any noise Duck makes in reply is drowned out in fluff and Indrids high, trilling moans as he sinks his teeth into his neck. Duck thrashes helplessly as his orgasm burns out his veins and muscles, leaving a melted man in its wake.

“Perfection” Indrid purrs, licking at the bite to close it as he grunts and pumps his hips, “my spoiled little human is finally worth something OHyesss, yes.” He holds a squirming Duck down on his cock as his spurts into him, the human unable to do anything but cling to him and moan his name.

A sweet voice lilts in Ducks ear, “if you ever forget what you’re for, or dare to tease me so again, I will strap you down in my lap and fill you until it sloshes.”

Duck nods to show he heard, but only gets through half the movement before wincing.

“Oh, oh dear, is the bite too big?”

“N-no, think, think it’s just real sore. You bit hard both times.”

“Let me look to be certain...yes, you’re right, the wounds are the usual size. Come, let’s get you in a bath at once.”

The next thing he knows, spindly arms lower him into the fancy jacuzzi. Indrid chirps over him, telling him how wonderful he is, how well he did, promising to fetch him anything he desires for dinner, all while bandaging the bigger marks and scrubbing blood from his chest. When the vampire is satisfied with his efforts, he takes his human form and joins Duck in the tub. The human immediately waves him into his lap and guides him into a kiss.

“Insatiable thing.” Indrid purrs, nuzzling his cheek.

“Damn right. And you love me for it.”

“That I do.”

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cozycryptidcorner · 4 years

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Potamoi (Greek River God) x Reader (sfw)

A commission for the wonderful and kind @atalantaroars! She wanted a meet-cute with the monster match I wrote for her awhile ago. Hope you all enjoy the hunky water boi as much as I did creating him!

There are two options for you today: hike a trail, or go one more week in the stifling silence of your house and go absolutely insane. It doesn’t take much mental convincing to pack up a little backpack with snacks and water, waking up while the sun is barely more than a hint in the sky. This might not be your usual mode of operation, to drop everything and spend time out in nature despite whatever responsibilities you still have at home, but you’ve been pushed to the fucking brink lately and need to spice things up.

There’s an unmistakable scent of growth the moment you step out of your car, one that calls your body forward as if you say welcome home. You take in a few long, deep breaths, trying to let the cold morning air medicate your soul in the only way nature can, a deep sense of relaxation overcoming your mind and body as you try to clear your worries away. Only when you feel mentally ready to take on the hike, do you approach the entrance of the nature reserve.

A large, wooden board is painted with the many different trails you can take, all winding around the mountain range, labeled with various symbols that indicate difficulty levels. While you don’t think you could manage one of the more difficult ones, you also think you might not find much fulfillment in one of the easier paths, so you settle for one a bit in the middle. This trail should wrap around one of the valleys, following the main river that brings life to a neighboring town, one fed by the melting snow from the tips of the higher peaks.

Everything is quiet, peaceful, you don’t see anyone else as you begin to walk the trail, basking in the sunlight before it’s drowned out by the towering trees. Birds chirp as you continue on, sticking close to the side of the matted dirt, right where vegetation dares to attempt growing. Wildflowers dot the side of the hill as the earth swells upward, white, light blue, and yellow smattering color amidst the green. The air is almost shockingly different from what you’re used to, your body is trying to compensate for the freshness, but it doesn’t quite know how yet.

When you take a break, the sun is already high in the sky, sweat now beading down your forehead. The water you carelessly packed tastes divine, you have to be careful not to drink too much or too fast, saving most of it for later. You even eat your lunch when you get to a pile of rocks that work as a table and seat, the flat, elevated surface perfect for tossing your food onto without worrying about it falling off.

Once you are satisfied that you’ve explored the trail as long as you desire, you decide that it’s about time to head back. Even though your path into the forest seemed straightforward and easy to remember, there are suddenly several branching paths that you didn’t even realize you passed just moments before… which isn’t good, to say the least. Biting your bottom lip hard enough to taste blood, you try to logic yourself into taking the one that seems like it blends seamlessly into the trail you’re walking.

Or maybe it would be best to keep going in the direction you were already heading, after all, the trails are supposed to loop around and head back to the parking lot, the keyword here being eventually. Some of them are supposed to take a seasoned hiker a full day, and you don’t remember how long this certain one is going to take because you had decided previously that you would turn back anyways.

Letting out a breath, you decide that it might be a better option to take the more straightforward path instead of risk getting lost, so you tighten the straps of your backpack and keep walking. As you go, you think about how best to ration what’s left of your water, in case you’re in for a much longer hike than you initially anticipated because you’re not sure if you can realistically make it.

You take another well-needed rest after a long while, trying to close your eyes and chill out, trying to find the same solace in nature that you felt earlier in the morning. Instead of that same, peaceful aura that settled around your body in a soft, gentle wave, you only feel more tense and anxious as you did before. The sounds of the forest are no longer warm and inviting, the screech of cicada is now like a hard, ugly accusation, the occasional snapping of twigs don’t fill your heart up with the thought of life, and the sky’s tone seems to turn almost a hateful gray as the sun makes an almost hasty descent.

Up ahead, there’s a river, and if you remember correctly, civilization is often downstream. Letting out a breath, crossing your arms over your chest, you look down at the water, internally fighting over what you should do. After a long moment of contemplation, you decide to stick to the trail, but just as you take a step on the crunching gravel, you spot someone over by the water. To say you almost tripped over yourself to get to them wouldn’t be an understatement; you almost bite the dust before you were able to catch your balance.

After regaining your stability and taking a second look, you realize with no small amount of shock that the man appears to not only be petting a deer but also… talking to it? You can hear the voice he uses on it, soft, soothing tones, clearly offering comfort of some kind. Whatever he is doing must be working, because the deer slowly stops thrashing about, it’s squeaking cries slowly dissipating as it seems to melt back into a state of calm.

Even though his back is towards you, he seems to sense your presence, because there’s an underlying tenseness in his body posture. Once the deer doesn’t seem too anxious anymore, he says, without so much as turning around, “I know you’re out there, at least do me the service of showing your face.”

“Um,” you say, after a moment unsure of what else to do, but introduce yourself, “hi. I’m very lost right now.”

When he doesn’t immediately respond, you wonder if he maybe was referencing some other person that is also hiding in the woods?

“I suspected,” he pets at a deer you hadn’t noticed prior, glancing up at you only after he manages to calm the creature down from its initial panic, “we don’t get a lot of your kind out this deep in the forest.”

“Er,” you look over at the deer, who seems to be regarding you with the utmost suspicion, “yeah, I wasn’t really planning on coming this deep into the forest, either. But, like, if you could point me in the direction of the parking lot, or literally any major highway, that would be absolutely fantastic.”

It takes you a moment to realize that he’s a massive, as in, you knew he was large for a man when you approached him, but you’re just now processing it all. He very well could be some kind of action movie star, his muscles, face shape, and stature all suggest that he’s very, very important, and you should pay attention to everything he says. As you watch him, he seems to look upwards at the sky, brow furrowed as though doing many mental calculations, then sighs.

“You won’t be able to leave this pocket of the forest until morning,” he says, releasing his steady hand on the deer’s flank.

“Um, what?” You aren’t sure if you heard him correctly, but you’re pretty certain he did not tell you that you can’t leave. “How is that even supposed to work? I came in through the main trail, surely there’s a way back.”

“Not once the sun is no longer in the sky.” He picks up a stick from the nearby banks, and now you realize that while his lower half is in the water, it’s not… it’s not human colors, more like… a kaleidoscope of some kind? Like he’s wearing those fancy mermaid tails, the kind you can buy off the internet, except what reason could he possibly have to wear one in the middle of a forest? “You will have to wait for night to run its course before you can return.”

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s not how basic geography works,” you say, tensing at the thought of spending however many hours the sun is gone out in the wilderness.

“It has nothing to do with basic geography, and you will do well to heed my words,” the man almost snaps, only marginally restraining himself from sounding rude. “This part of the forest encloses once the sun sinks below the horizon, and opens when it returns. It is this way to protect what little of Gaia’s children are left from your kind.”

You swallow nervously, not believing him in the slightest, so you think over your options in the meantime. There isn’t a lot for you to work with, your phone has no signal, and using your flashlight will eat up the battery fast than you might be able to find your way back to the main trail. Still, you’d rather be apart from him, even though he hasn’t given you any weird vibes beyond the obvious, you don’t want to be stuck here with him overnight.

So you do what you think is best, turning around and heading back for the trail, except there isn’t any trail. And by that, even though you were just walking on a gravel pathway barely more than five minutes ago, and you know it was in this direction, it’s nowhere to be found. Sucking in your breath, you close your eyes and count to ten, then whirl around and march back to where the man still lounges, halfway in the stream.

Trying to keep your voice from wobbling, you ask, “can you please point me to the regular trail? I think I… um, misplaced it.”

He pokes the water with the stick without looking at you, “you won’t find it until sunrise.”

Swallowing thickly, you try to say without trembling, “I don’t understand.”

With a sigh, he turns to the sandy banks, using the stick to draw a rudimentary chart, and in the dying light of dusk, you can manage to make out what he’s trying to convey. “This is the land of Gaia,” he draws out a circle, “which is the world you are familiar with. It is the physical plane at its most fundamental levels, meat and bone and blood grow and churn within the earth mother and her offspring. This land- this forest, is not a part of Gaia’s form,” here, her draws another bubble, halfway in the larger circle, halfway out, “halfway physical, but able to separate as it needs to. Do you understand?”

“Not really,” you say, trying to be truthful, and still just as anxious and frightened as ever.

He lets out a frustrated breath and tries to reiterate, “this separate pocket of world that can be hidden away or entirely separated on its own, and closes itself off once the sun sets. You must have stumbled over the boundaries while you were wandering, did you end up seeming to go around in circles on paths that don’t make any sense?”

Oh, god. “I- yes.”

“Exactly what I thought.” There’s a shimmering glimmer in your periphery, and you realize that his lower half is, in fact, a tail. “I’m sorry to inform you that you’re just going to be stuck here overnight.”

You feel absolutely defeated, miserable, broken, because how the hell are you supposed to be handling this now? Apparently, you’re trapped in some sort of fucking pocket dimension, and you can’t do anything about it, and the only other person here to help you is some sort of merman who seems less than pleased to be in your presence.

“So I just… wait here?” You’re doing your best to not cry, goddamnit. No fucking tears. In the meantime, you’re digging around your backpack for your can of bear spray, of which should completely wreck the man should he try to make the wrong move.

“I suppose,” he softens, just a bit, “you can stay here with me, because there are things roaming these woods that wouldn’t dare approach you so long as I am here.”

Oh, wonderful. “That would be nice,” you mumble, plopping yourself onto a rock, folding your legs up and making yourself seem small.

The woods are never really silent, so even though the two of you share no conversation, there is a background filled to the brim with dozens of different noises. Nocturnal creatures begin to creep out of their homes, an owl hooting just close enough for you to make out its specific call, crickets still chirping despite the descent of the sun, and the crunching of stray twigs and leaves upon the ground suggests a silent stalker. You’re suddenly thrilled to have accepted this odd man’s offer to stay by his side for the night.

The stars blink down, twinkling in the sky, almost like each individual eyes staring down at you from above. You remember that Ancient Greeks believe that each cluster used to be a living thing- Caster and Pollux, Cassiopea, Orion, and so on, people who died and then ascended into the sky to watch the earth below. You wonder if they are like guardians, keeping the inhabitants of the ground safe from anything that lurks in the depths of the void above, or if they are merely passing observers to whatever happens around them, trapped in time.

“So,” you swallow almost painfully, trying to make some conversation, “how do you know so much about the way this, um, pocket dimension thing works?”

“I told you that Gaia herself is protecting her children,” he says, not impatiently, nor unkindly. “The last effort to keep Prometheus’ biggest mistake at bay.”

“Right, of course,” you say, not believing him in the very slightest. “And you live here, then? With the blessings of Gaia?”

“Of course,” he says it like there’s no other possibility, “she looks after her children.”

“And I’m just a spawn of Prometheus?” You say it with some amount of humor, poking at his weird explanations, but he takes it seriously.

“Even if there are those here who would have you killed, just to chew your bones between their teeth and taste your blood. I will not allow that to happen.”

“Oh,” you say, trying not to sound awkward about it, “thank you.”

Silence follows, and you hear some crunching of leaves accompanying the water trickling through its creek. Still, you’d rather not spend the night in awkward silence, so you chew your bottom lip and try to quickly come up with something else to talk about. Anything. You wonder if he might know about modern devices, or if he would even care, but you need to reassure yourself now that it’s too dark to see that he’s still there.

As though reading your thoughts, he speaks first. “Tell me about your home.”

Relief fills your veins, so you do. You spill your guts like you’re at a confessional and it’s your death day, opening up every single crevice of your life back in reality and letting it pour out of your mouth like a broken dam. Where you were born, where you lived, where you moved, school, the people who went to school, friends, families, enemies. Not necessarily in that order, the night goes so shockingly fast that you barely keep track of what you’ve already said. You tell him about cities, about corporations, about countries, about charities. Humanity at both its best and its worst, and even what happens in between.

He’s a good listener, too, offering questions here and there, following your train of thought even though sometimes it doesn’t even make sense to you. He seems to be able to pick up on any gaps of logic you’ve forgotten to say, asking for clarification on some things, wishing for more detail on others, even requesting information about kingdoms you know haven’t existed for hundreds of years. And… better yet, he seems to enjoy talking to you.

“So,” you say, putting on your jacket to fight the biting night chill, “does this part of the forest happen every single night?”

“Yes,” he says, and you may be imagining it, but you think there might be some kind of tone of relief in his voice. “Yes, the forests merge every day, only to part during the night.”

“Theoretically, then,” you fan your fingers out, folding them together, “I could come back. To… like, visit, or something.”

“If you wanted to, then yes, you most certainly could.”

You close your eyes tight, shutting out the stars and the moon. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to impose or anything, but like, if you’d want to know more about the modern human world, I could come back prepared. With like, an iPad and a PowerPoint ready.”

“Would you?” He sounds a bit mystified, and you realize you probably didn’t cover those two things during your talks. As he mulls it over, the first element of daytime bashfully pokes out from the trees, the sky lighting just enough to swallow up the stars.

“If you wanted my company.”

“Yes,” he says very firmly, “you’re…. Fascinating, a very fascinating specimen of your species. I do not sense any bloodlust that I’ve heard is so very common in your kind.”

That’s the nicest thing he’s said about you, and you find your chest thundering in response. “Tha-thank you, I guess.”

“And I would also like to see this iPad and PowerPoint.”

You feel your cheeks redden slightly. “Okay. It’s a deal.”

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When The Lights Go Out

Chapter 4

Summary: Life hasn’t been your best friend lately, you lost your job, and are on the verge of losing your apartment. Who knew when you decided to join a Sugar Daddy app that your best friend suggested ina last ditch effort to save your apartment, and not end up on the street, your first and only client would turn your whole world upside down.

Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Virgin! Reader

Word Count: 2846

Series Warnings: Mob level violence, injured Dean, description of injury, creepy Godfather John Winchester, John is pretty much a double bag, escort services, virgin reader, lose of virginity and all the insecurities and fun stuff that come with it, age gap (23 year old reader; 40 year old Dean), angst, unrequited/requited love?, language, smut, unprotected smut.

Chapter Warnings: Shy!Reader, angst, John is number one douchebag, talk of escort services, language, I think that’s it y’all.

A/N: Beta’d by @deanwanddamons! Thanks so much love!! Please don’t copy my work!! Feedback is golden! Hope you all enjoy this one!! It’s gonna be a little bit of a slow burn y’all, but just hang in there!

(This fic is based on this request: Could you do a Dean x reader where she is 23 and lives alone in her apartment, she gets fired and can loose her house, her friend tells her about a sugar daddy app, she makes a profile and Dean 40, contacts her, she is virgin and don’t offers sex, Dean is billionaire business man and needs a girl for his business parties,the reader is really shy, blushes a lot, they fall in love, he takes her to a trip and makes love to her on a private island, could it be a series?)

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“Relax, you're gonna be just fine.” Dean said soothingly as he stood in the doorway of your small apartment bathroom, watching you fuss over your makeup.

Giving him your best bitch face in the mirror, you check your hair one more time before turning to him, letting your arms fall to your sides in a huff.

“Well, I guess it’s gonna have to do, because this is as good as it’s gonna get.” you tell him, fighting the urge to throw up, scream, and run away all in one.

True to his word, Dean had stayed at your place all night, and even though you hated to admit it, you did feel a little more comfortable around him now that the two of you had spent all of last night, and most of the day, together.

If you were being honest, you weren’t sure what you were feeling as a whole. It did feel nice to cuddle with Dean last night, and it did help you a lot that he now knew you were a virgin, and didn't fire you from this strange job thing you had between you, or laugh in your face, but he was still a Winchester, and you were still in way over your head.

If you fucked this dinner up today, you were both fucked, and that wasn’t something to take lightly.

Dean crosses the floor in one, maybe two strides, picking you up as if you weighed nothing at all, and sat you on the sink in your bathroom before slipping between your knees, his large hands on your waist in order to keep you from falling off, and your hands making their way around his neck to stay balanced.

“I want you to do me something,” Dean said, leaning down and catching your lips in his in a swift peck to get your attention. “Stop worrying so fucking much!”

Leaning your head down on his shoulder, you closed your eyes and attempted to take a deep cleansing breath. You knew you were overthinking this.All you had to do is sit there and look pretty, much like at the party Friday night.

Dean had gone over the “details” of your relationship over breakfast this morning, and now, at least, you had a story of how you met.

Dean had said since you were an accountant at JPMorgan, he would tell the family that he’d met you on one of his basic runs to the bank, and gotten your number.You were a few dates in, and had only been dating close to two months, which would explain the fact that you don’t know each other very well, and cover up the fact that you were still a little awkward around each other in some aspects.

As far as the lack of job now, Dean said that you picked up a job as an editor for a local publishing company, and worked from home so that you could study graphic design on the computer. Something you always wanted to do.

Dean also told you that he could help get you on at the publishing company to work from home reviewing different transcripts next week, so that everything would be legit. He also promised to pick up the slack in whatever money you needed, so that you would want for nothing, seeing as he was technically still your client, even though this had taken a turn far surpassing escort services, and client, clientele relationships. That ship sailed the moment that you had to be introduced to John fucking Winchester.

“I just don’t want to fuck this up.” you tell him, searching his mossy green eyes as he searched yours.

“Pretty girl, you’re not gonna fuck this up. Everything is gonna be just fine, just follow my lead, nothing bad will happen, and I have already told you, I will pay you very well, you know that. “

Nodding your head, you let Dean give you another peck on the lips before helping you down off of the sink, and lacing his fingers in your own, leading you towards your apartment door, and down to his car that was parked on the street.

When you came to a stop you couldn’t help but drool over the sleek black ‘67 Impala that was waiting for you both there. Dean gave you a smirk as he opened the door, his features shifting to an almost playful, boyish smirk that seemed to wash away some of the years that he held so close to the surface, yet so out of reach.

“You like?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you playfully.

“Dude, she’s beautiful!”

“She’s my Baby,” he said, helping you off the curb and into the car, shutting the door, before jogging around to the driver’s side.

Baby purred to life, as Dean turned the key in the ignition, and pulled onto the busy New York street. Reaching over he grabbed your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

‘You can do this Y/N,’ you thought to yourself, ‘just act natural.’

God, you hoped you weren’t lying to yourself, because if you fucked this up, there was no word in any language that would describe just how fucked you were.

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A short drive later, and Dean was turning onto an expansive estate in Upstate New York. Rolling hills with green grass, a long paved driveway, and a large house that looked more like a castle sitting on top of a hill greeted you as Dean pulled up in front of the house, and put Baby in park.

“Okay sweetheart, you ready?” Dean asked, giving you a reassuring smile as he put his hand on the door, ready to open it.

“As I’ll ever be,” you tell him in what you hoped was a confident tone. Dean smiled at you, giving you a peck on the cheek and whispering in your ear.

“It’s already show time Y/N. People are watching and there are cameras everywhere, but it’s okay, I’ve got you, and I’m not going to let anything happen to you remember that.“

Nodding your head, you lean over and boldly give him a peck on the lips, which caused a grin to spread across his face. His eyes sparkled as he kicked the door open, and made his way around the car to open your door.

You weren’t even out of the car all the way when Sam came to a stop in front of the two of you with Jessica in tow.

“Dean, Y/N, It’s good to see you again.” Sam said, greeting you warmingly and Jessica smiled at the two of you. You managed to give Sam a tight, nervous smile as Dean pulled you closer to him.

“Where is everyone Sammy?” Dean asks, turning Sam’s attention away from you, and to his older brother.

“Out back in the garden. Dad said he wants to have dinner out there. He’s been in a mood all day, you know how he gets. He’s not happy about that deal that didn’t go over so well this week with you, so get ready for that.” Sam warned, and Dean let out a heavy breath.

“Yeah, I figured as much.” Dean said, as he and Sammy started making their way towards the garden in the back part of the estate with you and Jessica in tow. Jessica gave you an encouraging smile as you both rounded the corner, and you wondered just how nervous you looked to her.

You didn’t really have time to speak to her before the booming voice of John Winchester crossed the lawns, as John, Rufus, and another man in a ball cap came into view. Rufus excused himself, heading towards the other side of the house, as the four of you approached the long table that was already set with plates, beers, and wine.

“Dean, I was wondering where the hell you got off to when you got home from that job I sent you on, I should have known this pretty little thing would have had something to do with your disappearance.”

You blushed deeply as you hid slightly behind Dean, wishing John would find another target, and just leave you alone.

“Easy old man, you're gonna scare her off, and then I’ll be down to the only girl amongst all you boys.” Jessica chided, as she flopped down at a chair at the table.

“Jessica, so nice of you to join us this evening.” John said, giving her the side eye before turning his attention back towards Dean, who was helping you sit down in a chair before taking a seat next to you, Sam sitting down next to Jessica.

“So boy. What the hell happened?” John asked, jumping right to business as waiters appeared out of nowhere and started plating food for everyone at the table.

“He didn’t like your terms, so I executed the order you gave me before I left.”

“You could have at least tried to change his mind.” John said, taking a bite of his food, eyeing Dean like a wolf that was eyeing his pry. You hated the way he looked at Dean. Sure you didn’t know much about their business, but you certainly didn’t feel Dean deserved the way John treated him.

“That’s not really a conversation for dinner Dad,” Sam said, stepping in for his brother, “Dean’s the best we got. If he said the deal didn’t fly, it didn’t fly, it’s that simple.”

John gave Sam an irritated look, but didn’t press the issue.

“Oh, Y/N, where are our manners, so wrapped up with business and all that I almost forgot to introduce you to our guest! This is my friend Bobby. He’s going to be opening up a garage in the area, so he’s here scouting property, and Bobby, this is Y/N, Dean’s new girlfriend."

Bobby gave you a smile and a nod, but said nothing, letting the conversation fall away a little as everyone tucked into their food. What conversation did flow was a lot lighter. Sport, cars, family members that John hadn’t seen in a while.If you didn’t know better, they almost felt like a normal family. Almost.

One thing you had to say for sure was that you did very much like Jessica.She bit no bones with the large, dangerous men at the table around her, and had no problem putting each and every one of them in their place if they needed it. Especially John. She was like Sam’s personal pitbull, and you made a mental note to make sure that you stayed on her good side.

Soon enough the dinner was over, and Bobby had excused himself, saying he needed to get back to work, leaving only you and Jessica with the Winchesters. John wiped his face, and threw his napkin down on his empty plate in front of him, his eyes dancing across the table at Dean and you, a smirk that would make the devil blush on his face, as his dark gaze stuck on Dean.

“Sammy, why don’t you take Jessica in the house and do something to entertain yourselves, I want to have a word with your brother and Y/N in private.” John said, and you saw Dean and Sam exchange a confused look as Sam and Jessica got up from the table, making their way towards the house. Dean shifted closer to you, lacing his fingers through yours to stop your hands from shaking.

Whatever John had in mind to discuss with the two of you, you had a feeling that this was going to be uncomfortable at best, and humiliating at worst.

When Sam and Jessica were no longer outside, John turned his full attention to the two of you.

“So, Y/N. How long have you been seeing my son?”

Swallowing hard, you try to speak past the lump in your throat, your voice coming out a lot smaller than you would have liked it to.

“About two months.”

John nodded, biting his lip and running his hand over his beard.

“Two months, hmm. So I assume you know by now the line of work our family does.”

Dean made to say something, but the distinct sound of a gun cocking behind you made you both stop dead in your tracks. Your shaking became visible, but Dean stayed calm, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“She knows in theory, but she doesn’t know any details.” Dean said, completely unbothered by the gun that was pointing at his back.

“Let the girl speak for herself Dean.” John said, leering at his son from across the table.

“I don’t know a lot sir, nor do I want to.”

John nodded his head, chuckling to himself before reaching in his pocket and pulling out his phone, throwing it down on the table in front of you. The picture of Your Sugar Daddy app on full display. Your eyes went wide, and your mouth went dry. Even Dean sat up a little straighter next to you.

“You two want to cut the bullshit and explain this, because you know I don’t like to be lied to Dean.” He said, his voice dripping with venom. “Did you bring a fucking whore into my house Dean? To my dinner table?”

“No.” Dean said, eyes locked on his father.

“Then what the fuck is she doing on the site son?”

“It’s not like that.” Dean said, shifting in his chair.

“Really, because there are DM’s on this account asking her to escort you to your brother’s party last Friday night. Did you think I wouldn’t do a background check boy?”

Suddenly your brain that had turned to a mush of fear started working, an idea hitting you like a lightning bolt.

“Roll play,” you blurted out, and both men looked at you with shocked expressions, before Dean’s became slightly amused.

“That’s right father, it’s just, roll play, nothing more.” Dean said, licking his lips sensually, throwing his arm around you, and running his teeth over your ear, sending a visible shiver down your spine that landed somewhere deep in your belly.

The shock faded from John’s face, and pure amusement took its place as he clapped his hands together, throwing his head back in a laugh as the man with a gun behind Dean disappeared.

“I’m sorry you two. For a moment I thought you were actually an escort.” John said, still chuckling to himself.

Dean gave a tight laugh, and you blushed deeper than you ever have in your life.

“Well father, my sex life isn’t something I like to brag about, I like to keep what happens in the bedroom between the two of us.”

John nodded, still looking very amused, but you thank any God that was listening that he bought it.

“Speaking of your bedroom, that’s something else I want to talk to you about.” John said, and Dean sat back seriously in his chair.

“In order to keep your girlfriend safe, and keep the high table off of your ass, I want your girlfriend to move onto the estate with you.”

Your eyes bugged out of your skull, and Dean stiffened next to you.

“Dad, this is, sudden, I’m not sure that’s necessary. We’ve only been together two months.”

John raised his hand, stopping Dean mid sentence.

“It wasn’t a request. I expect you to have her completely moved in by tomorrow morning. I know you said she doesn't know a lot, but a little is too much these days.”

You didn’t know whether you were going to cry or pass out, but John seemed to have sensed your upset state. Placing a hand on your shoulder as he came around the table that made your skin crawl, you leaned in closer to Dean.

“It’s for your protection Y/N. Trust me. Also it won't be so bad here! Most women would give up everything to find themselves in your shoes! Now Dean, take her and get her settled in, you can go and help her collect her things tomorrow.”

With that John left the two of you both sitting alone as the dark sky spread over the expansive lawn.

For just a moment you thought you were going to succumb to tears, but Dean’s hand around yours, lifting you from the table, and leading you through the house that would now be your home kept you grounded and in character.

Dean said nothing, just led you through the overly done halls, and rooms filled with expensive furniture.

You got to his bedroom. It was a large room with a fireplace of its own, the same expensive furniture that lined the whole house, and a huge king sized bed. With the door safely closed, you fell into his arms,letting the tears wash over you, and he let you cry it out, picking you up, and laying you down on the satin sheets that covered the bed. Shushing you, and kissing the top of your forehead.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

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Klaine Advent Drabble 2020 - “Up in the Air” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Kurt is heartbroken after his plans for a romantic Christmas with Blaine are demolished when he gets locked into a flight he'd been trying to switch. Blaine reassures him that it will be okay, that they'll have their romantic celebration when Kurt's feet are back on the ground. But is Blaine possibly hiding a secret that just might sweep Kurt off his feet? (1638 words)

Notes: Written for the @klaineadvent Drabble Challenge 2020 prompt 'join'.

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“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Kurt grumbles, rushing down the corridor that leads to his gate with his carry-on in tow and his heart pounding, trying to give off the impression that he’s not rushing.

Appearance is everything in the flight attendant game.

He was supposed to get an hour sit before this flight, but the one he was on was late by close to forty-five minutes! He has roughly a minute-and-a-half to reach his destination, covering the distance of two football fields, and that’s not the crappiest part of his day.

“Pick up pick up pick up pick up! Blaine! Ugh!”

This is the fifth time he’s tried to get a hold of his boyfriend to tell him the bad news. Try his hardest, he couldn’t trade this flight out for one that leaves after the holiday.

His plans to join Blaine for a romantic Christmas have officially been canceled.

“Pick up pick up pick up pick up,” he chants as he checks in with security and heads for the boarding area.

“You’re late,” his friend Monica teases.

“I had three seconds to make it here from the complete other side of the airport,” he replies with a forced smile for the waiting passengers. The flight attendants can get away with making snide remarks as long as they keep a smile on their faces.

“At least you did it in flats!"

"Wah wah wah," Kurt teases back, giving Blaine’s number one last try before he'll need to turn off his phone and stow it away for the duration.

He's in for a long night - a soul-crushing series of flights, each one taking him farther and farther away from the man he loves.

Finally, Blaine picks up.

“Hey! Kurt! I was hoping you’d call!”

He sounds eager, Kurt thinks. Shit! “Hey.”

“Are you okay? It sounds like you've been running.”

“I have.” Kurt stops in the crook of the tunnel, out of sight from both doorways, to catch his breath. He has one precious minute before he has to perform his pre-flight checks with the crew. And here he is, spending it breaking a wonderful man’s heart. “Look …” He squeezes his eyelids tight, on the verge of frustrated tears “… I’m sorry, Blaine. It’s not going to happen.”

A moment of confused silence. Then realization. “Oh, no! Shoot!”

“I warned you there was a four percent chance it actually would. It’s impossible to make plans over the holidays. It would have taken a miracle.”

“Yes, but, Christmas is the time for miracles.”

“I know, I know,” Kurt says in a shaky voice. “Don’t make me feel worse than I already do.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Blaine says in a soothing voice. “I understand.”

“I know you do.” Kurt sniffles, pulling a handkerchief from his inside jacket pocket and dabbing under his eyes before they can get puffy. “It’s just … I know how I am. I’m the clingy, jealous type. I want to see you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I don’t want you to resent my work. Or me.”

“Kurt, I could never resent you! I knew what I was getting into. This is one trip you couldn’t switch, and I understand why. This is just a hiccup. That’s all.”

“A hiccup on one of the most important holidays of the year.”

“There will be plenty of time after the holiday rush for us to spend together. I’ll see you soon. We’ll lie in bed together, hold each other in our arms, and it will be better again. You’ll see.”

Kurt nods in response even though Blaine can’t see. “I’m trusting you.”

“I appreciate that.”

Kurt hears footsteps hurry down the ramp, Monica whispering, “Hurry up, Kurt! We have to go!” as she passes. He watches her disappear around the corner and onto the plane. He sighs. “I love you, Blaine.”

“I love you, too. Have a good flight.”

“I will,” Kurt chokes out, blowing a kiss into the phone. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

Kurt hangs up and shoves the phone into his pocket. He grabs the handle of his carry-on and continues on his way. Halfway down the ramp, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Before he even takes it out to check it, he knows it’s a message from Blaine.

He should have waited until he got on the plane where there’s a bathroom to duck into because it unravels him more than he is.

I love you, Kurt. And I’m pretty sure I always will.

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Kurt doesn’t want to be here.

He doesn’t want to be flying over Miami on Christmas Eve.

Not when he has a sexy man at home waiting to see him again.

Kurt loves his job. He really does.

He stumbled into it unexpectedly. It was supposed to be a stop-gap while he worked his way to Broadway - something to pad his bank account, keep food in his belly, and a roof over his head while he got to experience life, hone his craft. And even though he's held on to his dreams of Broadway fame, this job stuck. He has never regretted a single flight in his entire career …

… until this one.

God, what he wouldn’t give to be at home right now, watching cheesy movies on Lifetime, snuggled in Blaine’s arms!

Kurt doesn’t pay much attention to the passengers as he maneuvers the beverage service down the aisle, dishing out Diet Cokes and mini bottles of vodka and Crown Royal. He makes eye contact, nods and smiles, but that's it. He can perform this part of his job on autopilot, has perfected the art of appearing engaged while, in his mind, he goes over notes for an audition or takes a stab at writing his memoirs.

He knows the bare minimum about the passengers on this side of the plane from the things they let slip out of excitement or need - an older lady flying to see her daughter for the first time in ten years, an unaccompanied minor, a row of sorority sisters on a holiday excursion. Everyone is mellow, polite when he stops to ask them what they want from the cart. But there’s always one clown in the bunch.

And Kurt finds his sitting in Row 27, Seat E.

“Soda?” Kurt asks. “Coffee? Tea?”

“A medium drip, please? Or maybe a flat white?”

“A-ha. That's one coffee black for you,” Kurt says, his tone chipper, but sharp around the edges, barely glancing at the man as he hands over his drink.

"Perfect. Thank you, Kurt."

"You're very welcome." Kurt internally groans when the man uses his name. The airline requires all customer-facing employees to wear a name tag for passenger comfort "in a time of need" (or so says the employee literature). In this age of social media, it's used more by the Karens of the world to flame what they consider 'inappropriate conduct' without impunity. All claims are thoroughly investigated, and require passenger and employee corroboration before disciplinary action is taken. But it's gotten to the point that he doesn't Google his name and the name of his airline in the same sentence anymore.

It keeps him sane.

Kurt doesn't mind passengers knowing his name.

Just so long as they never use it.

But this man said Kurt's name like he owns it, and that Kurt doesn't appreciate. Not from strangers.

Kurt's eyes flicker up once it hits him.

He knows that voice.

But how in the hell can it be here?

'I'm projecting,' he thinks. 'I miss my boyfriend, I wish that he was here, but he's not here. No. I'm not going to look at the occupant of this seat and see ...'

“Blaine?” Kurt stares at 27E perplexed. It is him! Unless there's been a gas leak the pilot hasn't told them about yet, Blaine is sitting right there, looking as adorable as ever! Maybe more so, his smile bright and goofy with his master plan revealed. “Blaine!”

“Well, well, well ...” Blaine turns in his seat, attempting a casual recline against the rigid armrest, masking the pain on his face when its sharp edge digs into his back. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“I didn’t know you’d be …! Wha---when did you even get a ticket?”

“A few days ago. Your friend Monica helped me with the details. I had to grease a lot of wheels, seeing as most holiday flights were already packed, but I’m on every one of your connections. I figured we can spend your layover together.”

“And what if I had managed to get the time off?”

“I would probably be out close to a few thousand bucks, but it was a chance I was willing to take.” Blaine tilts his head down so he can look coyly up at Kurt through long, thick lashes. “Are you surprised?”

“Yes! I … I don’t know what to say!”

“Say that you love me," Blaine says sincerely. "Say that you’ll have a little more faith in me.”

“I do have faith in you. It’s just sometimes … I don’t have all that much faith in myself. In my overall appeal.”

“Well, your overall appeal is so strong, I spent a small fortune to take this journey with you.” Blaine chuckles when he notices they’ve garnered attention from other passengers, wondering what happened to the drink cart but watching quietly to see the drama unfold. “So why don’t we enjoy the journey? See where it takes us?”

Kurt grins, his cheeks burning when the sorority sisters occupying the seats behind Blaine awww, and the older woman claps.

Kurt rolls his eyes when other passengers join in.

Only at Christmas, he thinks.

Then again, isn't this what he wanted?

His cheesy Lifetime movie?

His improbable Christmas miracle?

Kurt smiles. “That sounds like a plan.”

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Trip FactsDestination : Nepal Activity : Everest Region Trekking Duration : 12 Days Trip Difficulty : Moderate Group size : 1-30 Pax Accommodation : Hotel/Lodge/Tea House Meals included : Breakfast, Lunch & Dinner Trip starting point : Lukla Trip Ending point : Lukla Best season : March, April and May & September, October and November Talk WithTravel Specialist📷 Chitra Gurung +9779818141334 [email protected] HighlightsBeautiful flight from Kathmandu to Lukla. Local Sherpa culture and lifestyles. Old sherpa Museum and Sonam Photo Gallery at Namche Bazzar. Pass beautiful villages of Phakding, Nache Bazzar, Tengbuche, Dingbuche, Labuche and Gorakshep. More than 8 thousand mountains like makalu(8467m), Lhoste (8535m) and choyu(8185m) . World's highest airport in Syangbuche. Stunning views from Everest view Hotel. Amazing of the world's highest peak Mount. Everest (8,848m). Delightful Khumbu Glacier. Wild range of flora and fauna. The Ancients Buddhist Monastery in Tengbuche and Pangbuche. Sir Edmund Hillary school (khumjung village). Visit to Everest Base camp (5,306m). Sunrise and Sunset view from Kala pathar (5,545m). BenefitsAirport transportation on arrival and departure days (our staff will do pick you up and drop you off). Arrangement Trekking equipment such as the Sleeping bags and down jackets (if you do not have own) its rental included if needs. First Aid Kit Medical. Trip Route Map, Outline itinerary and printed (Himalayan Local Guide Pvt. Ltd) Hiking T-shirt. We provide an Oximeter to measure your Oxygen and Pulse at high altitude sickness to find out the accurate your health Condition when you are in the Himalaya. Trip OverviewWe provide the cheap and best price for Everest Base Camp Trek is one of the popular trekking destinations in the world; it lies in the khumbu region of Sagarmatha National park. The cheap cost of Everest Base Camp Trek route through the delightful district of solukhumbu, where we chance to explore the typical houses of Sherpa, ancient Buddhist monastery, Sir Edmund Hillary School, Mani walls, prayer flags, and world highest Mt. Everest 8,848m. The Everest Base Camp trekking is a thrilling high elevation journey in the Nepal Himalayas region, the jaw-dropping scenery and an incredible experience of challenging trekking routes in the Everest region and Sherpa culture as well as you’ll discover the mountain, landscape, rocky mountains, wildlife, flora and fauna. We have done a lot of trekking destination in Nepal a d provides a complete guide for Everest Base Camp Trekking.Cheap Everest Base Camp Trek package will be more comfortable for who have low budgets and still want to see the top of the world highest mountain and explore the typical Sherpa culture. The Everest trek is a classic adventure route of high Himalaya journey, then before going to this trip you have to make sure of your body fit and healthy. Cheap EBC trek package is a good option to touch the lap of the world’s highest mountain with miraculous views point of Kalapathar which is on the elevation (5545meters). From the here, if the weather are clear then we will see the very close view of the Pumari, Tibet Peak and Mt. Everest with panoramic sunrise view from there.Our Everest Base Camp trek starts scenic short fly from Kathmandu to Tenzing Hillary Airport at Lukla, after while we landed at the Lukla, the trail passes through the an amazing villages of phading, Monju, Namche Bazzar, Tengbuche, Pangbuche, Dingboche, Labuche and Gorakshep is last village of this trek and we hike to explore the Everest Base Camp, which takes around go and back 4 to 5 hours then back to Gorakshep. The next day early morning hike to kalapathar for sunrise view with all panoramic mountains views. After then trek down to Pheriche, Namche, Lukla and flight back to Kathmandu.

Trip ItineraryPrint This Itinerary Day 01: Fly from Kathmandu to Edmund Hillary Airport Lukla and trek to phakding (2640m). 30 Minute Breakfast, Lunch & Dinner Hotel/Lodge/Tea House Fly 2640 m Early morning flight to Lukla (2810m/9219feet) which is takes around 30 minute fly form Kathmandu to Lukla is main junctions of trekker’s where we meet the rest of our team in Lukla and start our trekking form there. We walk along the on the way passes through the delightful village of Cheplung village, Ghat and Phading Village (2610m/8,562feet). Overnight at Lodge. Day 02: Phakding – Manju - Namche Bazaar (3445) Day 03: Acclimatization day at Namche. Day 04: Namche – Tengbuche (3870m) Day 05: Tengbuche-pangbuche-Dingbuche (4320m) Day 06: Acclimatization day at Dingbuche. Day 07: Dingbuche-Thukla-Labuche(4910m) Day 08: Labuche-Gorekhshep (5185m) Day 09: Gorekhshep-kalapathar-pheriche (4235m) Day 10: Pheriche-Tengbuche-Namche Bazaar (3445m) Day 11: Namche-Phakding-Lukla(2860m) Day 12: Fly Back to Kathmnadu

Cost IncludesInternational Airport to Hotel and Airport Pick up and drop by private car / van / Jeep / Hiace depend on the Group Size. Transportation service from Hotel – Domastic Airport – Hotel by Car. kathmandu - Lukla - Kathmandu flight ticket. All Meals on full Board basis BLD (Italian, Chinese, Indian, Nepali and many European delicious food lunches, dinner and breakfast) Choose by menu. Three times Cup of tea and coffee on your choice in every meal time. All necessary Entry fee including ACAP Permit (Annapurna conservation area Project) and Tims Card (Trekking Information Management System). Himalayan Local Guide team, Professional Honest, strong and Government trained English speaking Guide, His salary, three times the meals, Insurance and equipments, etc. Himalayan experienced strong and honest porters during the trek (2 Clients for 1 Porter). Trekking Lodges (Tea House or Home Stay) During the Trek. Assistant Guide for the group 5 or above. Approval of Certificate after the successful trekking. Supplementary energy bar, crackers, Cookies and Halls etc. Seasonal fruits likes; Apple, Oranges, pomegran and Blackberry etc. First Aid kit box (Guide will Carry it during the trekking). Cost ExcludesCold drink, such as beer, mineral water, cock, Fanta and Whisky etc. Personal expenses such as laundry, telephone, WIFI, Hot Shower, Shopping etc. Your International air fare. Nepal visa fee. (15 Days -25 U$D, 30 Days — 40U$D and 90 Days — 100 U$D. Hotel in Kathmandu with Lunch and Dinner. Trekking Equipments. Travel insurance that is just in case. Tips for Guide and porters.

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FAQ's Before TravelWhat is the highest point of Everest Base Camp Trek?The main highest point of Everest Base Camp Trek is 5545meters.Is it possible to do private trek?Yes, you can do it privately trek with our local trekking guide and Porters.When is the best season to Everest Base Camp Trek?Best time to do Everest Base Camp trek from (September – October – November - December), February – March – April – May).What types of permits are needed for Everest Base Camp Trek?TIMS Card (Trekking information Management System), Pasang Lahmu Community Fee and Sagarmatha National Park entry fee.How to avoid the altitude mountain sickness in Everest Base Camp Trek?Do not drink alcohol & smoke Walk slowly while you climb up hill Take a garlic soup and ginger tea Drink water 3 to 4 liters per day Do acclimatization and rest Take a Diamox as per instructors if you got AMS symptoms Can I change my currency in Nepal?Yes, you can change your currency in Nepal; we will help you to exchange your currencyWhat is the booking & payment system for Everest Base Camp Trek?The trekker’s need to be paid 13% of the full trip cost in advance and remaining of the funds for trekking can be made on arrival in Kathmandu. For the booking of your trek please kindly you may go through the system of “BOOKING” form, click on there and make your reservation.Can I get the internet on the Everest Base Camp Trek?Yes, you can get the internet; most of the tea house has Wi-Fi.Can I charge my camera battery and cell Phone on the Everest Base Camp Trek?Yes, you can charge your camera battery and phone; they have electricity and Solar Panel.Is it difficult to do Everest Base Camp Trek?It is moderate trek and normally, we have to walk 9 to 14 days.Is it safe for a solo female traveler?Yes, it is safe for a solo female travel, ours teams are responsible, and who are leading the solo travel through the Nepal Himalayas regions.Is it possible to get ATM and Bank on the Everest Base Camp Trek?No, it is not possible to get ATM and Bank on the Langtang Valley trek, so you must to takes Nepali currency from the Kathmandu.Do I need to take a sleeping bag on the trek?Yes, you need to take a sleeping bag during the trek; it is difficult to get blanket on the lodges because so many Guides and porters does not have blanket.Could I get professional local trekking Guide and Porters team?Yes, of course we will provide you professional local trekking guide and porter’s team, who are from the same place or Himalayas region, our guide have details knowledge of the Himalayas and government license holder trained, speak very well English. Our porters are fully helpful and friendly.

Useful InformationBEST TIME TO DO EVEREST BASE CAMP TREK : March – April – May (Spring Season): This is the best time to do Everest Base Camp Trek . The weather is very good through the trek. Spectacular views of the Mt. Everest, Nuptse, Lhotse, Pumo Ri, Labuche Peak, Island Peak, Ama Dablam, Thamserku, Kusum Khangkaru, Kongde and many smaller white snow-capped mountains etc.The temperatures will be increasing from the middle of March and with blue skies, white-snow capped will be seen at their occasion. So many Travelers often succeed their climber in this time. On the way trip, the Nepalese National flowers will be blossom likes; red, white and pink colors with luscious green and dense forest.June – July – August (Summer/Monsoon Season): If you would like to do Everest Base Camp Trek in between June to August, it is summer/Monsoon Season. Summer Season Falls in the Month end of June to till August. This time is the hottest and rainfalls with a variety of vegetation blossom during this season, the Valley will be green and totally different view than spring and Autumn Season. While you are going to travel, Summer Season you have to be more careful with trekking trails, it might be Muddy and Slippery. It will be regularly rains and hottest during this season.About the temperature during the days 15 to 25°C, will be gets colder nights and morning times, Temperature will be less than 8°C, and must of the morning time will be see blue sky with white snow-capped Mountains.September – October – November (Autumn Season): Another best time to do for the Everest Base Camp Trek . This season is the peak of trekkers due to the good weather conditions. As monsoon season slowly ends, a best trekking climate sets itself. The temperature will be goes up to 15 degrees in the day time and, during the night time will be down to 3 to 5 degrees. This time is while travelers relaxing with naturally views and culturally. It is highly recommended as its best time to go for Everest Base Camp Trek .December – January – February (Winter Season): The winter season trek to Everest Base Camp Trek are famous season as the March – April – May to September – October – November. The places along the Everest Base Camp Trek will be cold during the winter season but at that time will be an amazing trip. The temperature of Everest Base Camp Trek can be around as low as -10°C which tempts travelers to visit this region. It might snow falls and the Ground will be snow on the trails.The Coldest time Starts from December to till early February, after overdue February, Climate will be slowly gets warmer temperatures to get cold dropping to -2°C to - 5°C at high altitude. While the sun come up, day time gets warms and blue sky with stunning all Himalayas views.Accommodations during the Everest Base Camp Trek: The accommodations during the trip, all accommodations are on the basic twin and sharing. Our local trekking guide team leader will be managing beautiful common room. If the possible he will try to manage the best room with attached bathrooms. About the attached bathrooms it’s very difficult to get in the Himalayas regions, most of the mountains area they have just common room and we must to share the toilet and bathroom with others clients. The single rooms are available in the lower altitude Himalayas regions. But it is not possible to get single room in the higher elevations; you must to share with others peoples. Meals: As we as during the Everest Base Camp Trek, all kinds of meals will be provided in the khumbu region, you can take pleasure in Nepalese traditional foods likes: Nepali Dal Bhat and many typical foods are available on the this region. Also they have special menus; you can choose the many different kinds of European, Italian, Chinese and Indians foods are available on the during the journey. Breakfast: You can choose by menu of your breakfast: options such as French toast with (jam, Honey and Butter), muesli, Oatmeal, Corn Flakes, cereal, hash browns, any style of eggs you would like, Gurung Bread, Tibetan Bread with (jam, honey

and Pea abutter), pancake, puffy, and round and tsamapa porridge and chapatti with any kinds of Tea. Lunch: Lunch time; you will have the opportunity to specials delicious food likes: Thukpa, vegetable Noodle soup, Chicken Noodle soup, mushroom soup, fried veg. cheese potatoes, veg eggs fried noodles, eggs. Vegetables friend macaroni, Momo (dumplings), eggs. veg fried rice, Nepali Dal Bhat set (Dal Bhat power 24 hours) and many much more items. Dinner: You can choose by menu: a menu that’s similar to the options you had at lunch break time: Stews, Pizza, Thukpa, Fried Noodles, Noodle soup, macaroni, fried potatoes, friend rice, momo (dumplings), spring role, Dal Bhat set, spaghetti and many much more items etc. Safe Drinking water: The Everest region you will get normal water from the Tap or river. This water you must to use purification medicine or filtering hand pump, also you get boiled and bottle of water are available at lodges. While you hiking in the mountains regions, you should drink normally 4 to 5 liters of per day.Travel insurance for Everest Base Camp Trek: Travel insurance is compulsory to have to join an adventures journey in Nepal Himalayas. We do not sell travel insurance here; we would be pleased to recommend some of our preferred providers. While you purchase a travel insurance privacy policy, be sure it covers the following contingencies: • Medical treatment and evacuation. • Repatriation • Emergency helicopter rescue. • Trekking and climbing.You need to get a higher tier of travel insurance in order to have these activities covered at a high an elevation. For the EBC trekking, we recommend securing insurance to cover your trip activities more than 6,000m/ 19,685feet. Luckily travel insurance policies are easy to get online and you can compare coverage between packages rapidly and easily. The trekking under the defense of travel insurance wills an assurance your quiet of mind and protects you in the not likely incident that you need to file maintain.AMS – Acute Mountain Sickness: Acute Mountains Sickness (AMS) or an altitude sickness is one of the risks even as traveling in the high an elevation. The region following getting AMS is while the body doesn’t change in the lower altitude, and the result can be boring. So, it is most important to take appropriate measures on the time. Ahead an altitude with constant pace and good acclimatization days, it will be helping reduce the chances of getting AMS. Likewise, you also have to keep yourself hydrated during the trip. As a result, drink very much water and keep away from alcoholic drinks as it dehydrates the body. If you are planning to travel in the local adventure journey of Nepal than do remain about things in your mind. Note: if you have got any symptoms of altitude sickness then keep contacting with your personal local trekking guide our guide are trained and he know the how to solve the (AMS) Acute mountains sickness. The main Symptoms of altitude sickness: • Headache • Nausea • Vomiting • Fatigue • Difficulty sleeping • Dizziness • Light headedness • Loss of appetite • Difficult to breath Preventive measures:• Do not drink alcoholic beverages in the high an elevation • Keep yourself hydrated • Do the Acclimatize low altitude to high altitude and back to sleep on the low altitude. • Do not achieve more than 500 meters in a day • Do not walk very fast in the high altitude. • Walk a slowly on the high elevations and keep walking. • Do not walk alone on the way. • Inform your guide as soon as if got any high altitude sickness. • Drink very much boiled water and hot tea. • Take a garlic soup and Ginger tea, it is high altitude sickness medicineSafety, Security and Satisfaction: Himalayan Local Guide guarantees our valuable client’s (Safety, Security and Satisfaction). The safety is most important concern for us. For the trip, we will be carrying all necessary trekking gears, equipments and first – aid – kits box. Our professional leaders and local trekking guides have

experienced knowledge and have wide first aid training. When we are hiking on the way, if a trekker got (AMS) – Acute Mountain sickness due to the altitude, just normally: Headache, Vomiting, Dizziness, fatigue, difficult to breathe than you can share to our leader. Our local trekking guide leader will give you suggestions about the AMS – Acute mountain sickness how to medicament and he does very much help then, if he/she can’t does anything then trekker’s must to decide, will further continue as health is most important. Just in case of emergency, the rescue helicopter will always be stand to take you back to hospital from the high an elevation. No worries about it, we are always here for you services and our times are always in the mountains with mountains lovers and hikers.Passport and Via: Travelers/trekker’s to Nepal will need to make a visa when you arrived at Tribhuvan international Airport or you can get a visa from your country of Nepal embassy. Most of the traveler’s will be able to get upon arrival visa at the Kathmandu Airport. Please kindly make sure that your passport is valid for at least six months from the date of your arrival, begins with the date that you enter the Nepal. You must also bring the extra Passport size photos of you. On Arrival Visa Fee: 15 Days – 30 U$D 30 Days – 50 U$D 90 Days – 125 U$D Necessary document for Everest Base Camp Trek: • Insurance paper. • Passport. • Passport sized Photos. • Tims Card (Trekking information Management system Card. • Sagarmatha national Park entry permits. • Passang Lahmu Community fee paper.Everest Base Camp Trek with professional local trekking guide and Porters team: Himalayan local guide Pvt. Ltd provides knowledge expert government registered trained license holder Guide for your Everest region trek who are from same place and knows the regional trekking area very well. Our local trekking guide and porter or porters cum guide are too strong and knowledgeable about the whereabouts of the place, its history, culture, floras and faunas, etc. We are always here for your service if you are interested in trekking to these mountain areas. We will be delighted to guide you to these heavenly areas where you can rejoice and spend your leisure time with beautiful mountain sceneries and hills. It will be a lifetime local adventure experience for you.Last - Minute booking with us. The last minute booking with us can be made by any intent trekker’s/traveler’s the day before your journey obtain started. As well as, whatever reason Himalayan Local Guide P. Ltd has a special providing for a last - minute booking. The payment should be made 100% percent within 24 hours is we accepted. We do try our best to manage a trek at any time, and if you are booking this for the last minute then, booking can be made directly through the online form or you can send us via email, messages on whatsApp, viber or by calling on Cell Phone.Responsible Travel: “Come as a Guest”. “Go as a Friend”. We have a very strong and expert loyalty to environmental suitability for protecting our delicate ecosystems. Without a doubt, tourism sector has brought lots of optimistic impacts in terms of wealth generation, service opportunities, infrastructure, education and healthcare etc. However, with a swell of trekker’s harmful impact has also become noticeable on the society and the environment. Please kindly ensure you think about the environment and not carefully confusion moreover, Himalayan Local Guide (P). Ltd. workings together with (KEEP) Kathmandu Environmental Education Project and organizes eco- friendly trips about for the most part environmentally responsive and culturally pleasing that get together the expectation of both traveler’s/trekker’s and Communities.TREKKING EQUIPMENT LIST: Body Clothing: • Sleeping Bag • Down Jacket • three pairs of trekking t-shirts • Long sleeved shirts • Thermal Shirt for Colder place • Fleece Jacket • Warm wool Sweaters • Waterproof and windproof Jacket • Cotton Trekking pants with folding • Waterproof

and windproof pantsHead and Face: • Sun Hat • Wool or fleece hat • Headlight • Sunglass • Sunscreen 50 • Face wipes and towelList of Foot wears: • Trekking Boats • ¾ Paris Preferably Cotton Socks • Crampon • one pairs extra Sport ShoesNesecery Gears:• Gaiters just in case if snow • Gloves and Thick Gloves • Big rucksack above the 40 L • Waterproof Bag Cover • Rain Coat • Trekking Pole (if you needed) • Laundry Soap • Shampoo • Toothbrush • Toilet papers • Water peals • Bottle for drinking water • Pen and Note Book • Copy and Tourist Guide Book • Camera • battery charger • Memory card • Cell Phone and Charger • Money Wallet • Altimeters and Playing cardFirst aid Kid: • Diamox • Cotton bandages • Paracetamol • Painkillers • Loperamide to Control diarrhea (just in Case). • Water purified tablets • Lozenges • Elastic bandages • Thermometer • Moleskin and sling.

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Be serious for two minutes, please.

I cheated.

What’s the biggest lie you ever told?

Pillows are over-rated.

Zombies aren’t real, I promise.

Are we lost or do you know where we are?

We started with one and now we have seven. You have no chill.

*Make up your own*

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The Best of the PCT Continues

The countdown continues with Rees’ Numbers 8 and 7. See Howard’s in yesterday’s post.

By Rees Hughes

NUMBER 8. THE MAGICAL EVENING AT DRAKESBAD, July 9, 2010

There are certain magical days on the Pacific Crest Trail that stand tall; days that rise above that broad forest of glorious days. These are the days that your memory immediately races to when you reflect on your life on the trail. There was the day we guessed our way around snow-covered Mt. Adams ending on a ridge with a commanding view of Mt. Rainier and a solstice sunset; the day we swam our way down Falls Creek marveling at the granite walls above Grace Meadows only to while away an afternoon in the soft, lush grass basking in the warm sun near Wilmer Lake; or the day we walked south from Cook and Green Pass past Kangaroo Springs to Lower Devils Peak with its ringside seat to the conflagration raging across the Klamath River Valley. Every hiker has their transcendent days.

Such days do not always represent a confluence of everything wonderful. It is their enchanted quality, what English writer Nan Fairbrother calls “exquisite moments,” that sets them apart. Besides, time seems to blur the difficult and brighten the best experiences of these stellar days. Such was the case this particular day.

The day dawned with vestiges of the tumultuous evening resting on the peaks above Lower Twin Lake in Lassen Volcanic National Park. We tried to shake off as much moisture as possible but there was no alternative but to pack the tents wet again. Dr. Howard tended to Don and Eli’s ailing feet. Wet boots and long days had chaffed their feet raw with blisters compounding their discomfort. There were unspoken thoughts of an early exit from the trail as it is no fun when each step hurts. Perhaps a short day will improve spirits.

Speed bumps of late season snow gave way to long stretches of snow sheltered by the dense tree canopy. I always find these situations wearing if not exhausting. Climbing up and down the steep edges of the snow banks; picking your path around downed trees; add in a couple of postholes. We carefully crossed several creeks swollen by the melt water and preceding night’s rainfall. About midday we reached the crest of a line of basalt cliffs that comprise Flatiron Ridge high above the Warner Valley and, more importantly, Drakesbad.

Drakesbad, initially established clear back in 1900 as a guest ranch, remains a rustic refuge accessible via a corrugated unpaved road seventeen miles in from Chester (which is pretty remote itself) or on foot. There are only nineteen units at Drakesbad some of which still rely on kerosene lamps. However, the price for a night rivals the cost of a month on the PCT. Yet, during much of the summer, accommodations have been reserved for years. It really is a Northern California Shangri-la.

As we made the long traverse down, we could see the steam rising from the hot spring pool set out in a broad meadow. The siren song of happy voices pulled us forward. Our own chatter focused on the possibility of reserving a space for dinner.

We set up our tents in the Park Service’s Warner Valley Campground, hung a line and did our best to give the high mountain sun a chance to dry out our saturated gear. Howard and I were nominated to walk the half mile to Drakesbad to ask about a table for four in the well ventilated section. We donned clean tee-shirts and tried to sponge away the most offensive trail musk.

As we stepped into the closed space of the dining room, even our deadened noses became aware of the aroma that accompanied us. The colorful tablecloths festooned the light wood of the dining room. The room was set for dinner. Salad forks. Second spoons. Wine glasses. The ambiance was simple but elegant. The realization that we didn’t fit here made us yearn for the opportunity that much more.

A tall woman brusquely emerged from what appeared to be the kitchen. She had the air of a person with a long list of urgent tasks and little time for hiker trash. Our first efforts to turn on the charm bounced off her and fell impotently to the floor.

We continued, “Any chance, any chance at all, that there might be a way to handle four more this evening?” We weren’t above inserting a hint of desperation in our request.

“The Ranch is full and we usually only have enough food for our paying guests,” she replied without a hint of sympathy. There was a pause as she saw our crestfallen faces. “I will check with the chef and see if there is likely to be extra food.” Perhaps it was her Germanic accent that underscored the futility of our quest. Perhaps it was that she didn’t seem to be heading off to ask anyone anything.

We turned to go, tails between our legs. Don and Eli will be so disappointed. We had hoped this would be an antidote for their blistered feet and bruised morale.

With one foot out the door, Howard asked if it might be possible to use the phone for a quick call home as our cell phones had not been working along this stretch of the PCT.

It was if Howard had uttered a magic incantation that had propelled us into a parallel universe. We were Dorothy trying to get into Oz. “Why didn’t you say you were on the Crest Trail,” Billie Fiebiger exclaimed. “We always have enough food for PCT hikers.” In fact, Billie gave us the key to the city. “Use the showers (please) and the pool. Make yourselves at home. Come back at 7 p.m. although you may not be seated until later.” Still shaking our heads at our good fortune and this rather mysterious turn of events, we hurried back to tell Don and Eli the news before the spell was broken.

As the four of us returned the dark clouds that had dogged us the past several days were building quickly. But, the warm showers and the hydrothermal pool kept us occupied until the rumble of thunder became more aggressive. Within minutes the remaining blue patches of sky vanished. Lightning forced us reluctantly to vacate the pool. The hail drove us for cover under the eaves of the bathhouse. The gusting winds pushed tentacles of rain toward even the most protected corners.

Valiant employees raced down the trail to the pool in an electric cart to rescue the castaways three per trip. The meadow had been transformed into a Sargasso Sea and the pyrotechnics kept us all jumpy. Eventually we were deposited in the Lodge where we were to wait until dinner.

The photo albums and memorabilia in the Lodge deepened our appreciation for just what a special place Drakesbad is. For two generations the Sifford family had built and tended this Guest Ranch. For over 60 years they reclaimed the facility after each harsh winter for its four months of annual operation. It had to be a labor of love. The facility was incorporated into the National Park in 1958. For the past 19 years, Ed and Billie Fiebiger have served as the hosts, caretakers, and stewards of Drakesbad.

Ed, in his chef’s apron, called us for dinner. We crossed to the dining hall and were promptly seated. There were several choices of entrees. Or, Ed suggested, “Try them all!” Heaping plates were brought to each of us. The folks at the adjacent table took a special interest in our story. One of their group had come annually for nearly fifty years. Another from their table was sent back to their cabin and instructed to return with some of their wine stash to be shared with us. “White or red?” “No”, she instructed her husband, “bring one of each.” We were peppered with questions and asked quite a few of our own. We soaked up the attention that comes with being minor celebrities.

Ed pulled up a chair. He had a bigger than life quality and exuded a warmth that permeated the hospitality of this magical place.

My cynical side wanted to peer around to make sure that we were not being fattened up by some wicked witch. But, Drakesbad is a place that replenishes your faith in the generosity of the human spirit. Distrust, doubt, and skepticism have no place here.

And, there was desert too. In fact, there were three kinds. “Try them all!”

It was tempting to linger much longer than we did. I confess that it was all I could to restrain myself from asking if they served breakfast too.

Eventually we said reluctant goodbyes and enthusiastic thank yous. The rain had stopped by the time we walked back toward our campsite. If we weren’t walking down the road with our arms around each other, singing and talking loudly, then it felt like there was that sense of conviviality.

The storm had spread our clothes across our campsite and sent cascades of water around our tents. But there was nothing capable of dampening our spirits on this magical day.

NUMBER 7. Harvesting pine nuts south of Walker Pass, May 10, 2011

I wanted to include a representative small moment that happens along the trail. These are times when you slow down, stop, and absorb the nature that surrounds you. These are the countless quiet, gentle experiences that occur, if you let them. I like to consider these my Mary Oliver moments.

When I section-hiked the PCT from Tehachapi to Walker Pass several Mays ago, as we neared the northern end of that trip we took a lunch break one day under a grove of piñon pines. As we reached into our pack for our usual lunch of cheese, rye crackers, and salami, we began to notice that the forest floor was littered with pine nuts. While some had become food for rodents, squirrels, and other foraging animals since dropping to the ground the prior autumn, most were so very edible. Soon we were each on our hands and knees collecting cones and harvesting their delectable contents. I ate my fill and packed an empty bag with more nuts that I brought home with me when I left the trail. It helped me understand the important role that pine nuts could play in the diet of Native Peoples. One pound of these nuts can contain up to 3,000 calories.

Another one of these small moments took place on the sandy bank of the McCloud River in Northern California on a section of the trail that most thru-hikers treat as an unfortunate 83 miles necessary to get from spectacular Burney Falls to Castle Crags and the beginning of the more dramatic Trinity Alps. I was hiking with my friend, Bruce Johnston. We had made excellent time from Deer Creek and decided to stop in the early afternoon and enjoy easy access to the McCloud River from the Ah-Di-Na Campground, located on the site of a former Wintu village and eventually a lavish resort owned by newspaper mogul William Randolph Hearst (the family still owns an estate, Wyntoon, ten miles upstream). By the late 1950s the Hearst family had razed the resort buildings and in 1965 the Forest Service had acquired the property. The one constant throughout was the beautiful McCloud River. Bruce and I set up camp and retreated to the edge of the river where we could lie flat on a sandy bar. There was just enough wind to avoid the mosquitoes that had been feasting on us in camp. For the next two hours we watched the evolution of the evening sky, the dance of the bugs, birds, and trout, the breeze in the trees. All of this accompanied by the soundtrack of the McCloud River. In a trail culture where it is all about perpetually moving forward, there is much to be said for slowing down. “We are Nature,” Walt Whitman says, “long have we been absent, but now we return.” Being more mindful has been an important life lesson for me.

#Drakesbad #blisters #Lassen Volcanic National Park #McCloud River #Ah-Di-Na Campground #Mary Oliver #pine nuts #Walker Pass #Deer Creek CA Section O #Warner Valley Campground

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Nomads Visit Corpus Christi - Selena | The USS Lexington | Breweries

Visiting Corpus Christi

We have always wanted to check out Corpus Christi based on feedback from others. While we only spent a couple days here, it was well worth it. We went to multiple brewpubs in town, met up with fellow world travelers Uncle Bob & Aunt Jane, paid tribute to Selena's grave, did some metal detecting on the beaches, and explored the USS Lexington.

Wingate by Wyndham & The Tavern Bar - Corpus Christi We stayed at Wingate by Wyndham which is dog friendly, includes a decent breakfast, and was quite nice for the price. The Tavern bar right across the street from the Wingate was a decent bar. The place was packed but had good service and selection.

McGee Beach - Corpus Christi McGee Beach was OK. We did some metal detecting, but only found a bunch of junk. The amount of plastic we picked up was just plain sad. As avid scuba divers, we are always trying to keep the ocean clean. Too bad we were only here a few days, as I imagine Corpus Christi has better beaches to offer than this.

USS Lexington (CV-16) The USS Lexington is an affordable and fun self guided tour. The aircraft carrier has been docked in Corpus Christi, Texas since 1992, and now operates as a museum. We had a great time viewing all the warplanes, and exploring the different levels of this massive ship.

The USS Lexington (CV-16), also called "The Blue Ghost", is an Essex-class aircraft carrier built for the United States Navy. The ship was commissioned in 1943 during World War II. At first, she was going to be named Cabot, however, the USS Lexington (CV-2) was lost in the Battle of the Coral Sea. To commemorate the earlier ship, this new aircraft carrier was renamed during manufacture. In honor of the Revolutionary War Battle of Lexington, the USS Lexington (CV-16) was the fifth U.S. Navy ship to bear that name.

Selena I have to admit that I had no idea who Selena was. Shawna had to school me a bit on her music and tragic story.

Selena Quintanilla-Pérez was very successful mostly as a singer/songwriter, but also was a popular model, spokesperson, actress, and fashion designer. Nicknamed the Queen of Tejano music, she was one of the most famous Mexican-American entertainers.

Billboard magazine once named her the top-selling Latin artist of 90s decade. Media outlets often referred to her as the "Tejano Madonna" because of her clothing choices, and her posthumous collaboration with MAC cosmetics became the best-selling celebrity collection in history. To this day, she is considered one of the most popular Latin artists of all time, and was influential in bringing a music genre into the mainstream market.

Sadly, Selena was shot and killed by Yolanda Saldívar, at a hotel room on March 31, 1995. Yolanda Saldívar was the founder of Selena's fan club, her friend and former manager of her Selena Etc. boutiques.

Corpus Christi Brewpubs & Restaurants Our favorite breweries in Corpus Christi were Lorelei Brewing, Rebel Toad Brewing & Railroad Brewing. We tried to go to Lazy Beach Brewing, however, we had Ramsey with, and they are not dog friendly despite having an outside area with picnic tables. Lorelei Brewing We both really liked this little brewery. This was probably our favorite brewery in Corpus Christi. Both the staff and the patrons were super fun and friendly at Lorelei Brewing. They were heavy in IPA selections which I always like, and Shawna enjoyed their blonde. The double IPA was excellent. I also liked their red ale which is not my favorite style, but it was well balanced. The beer was true to style overall, delicious, and well received after spending so much time in Zapata where good beer is hard to find.

Rebel Toad Brewing Rebel Toad is a good brewery and had a decent selection of beers for a brewery of this size. They have a selection of games to choose from as well as a couple televisions. Shawna beat me in several games of Connect 4 which I blame on beer.

Railroad Brewing Company & The Railroad Seafood Station Railroad Brewing not only has a selection of great beers, but they also have a thriving restaurant called The Railroad Seafood Station. They feature a diverse menu including seafood, Cajun, burgers and more. The best part was getting to hang out with Uncle Bob & Aunt Jane who are also avid world travelers.

Railroad Brewing & The Railroad Seafood Station is located in the S.E.A. (Sports, Entertainment, Arts) District of downtown Corpus Christi. It is within walking distance of Corpus Christi Bay and other local venues such as The American Bank Center Arena and Concrete Street Amphitheater. Their brewery is the first 5 barrel system in Corpus Christi providing a variety of delicious craft beers. Be sure and check their beer page here to see the current tap selection.

Cassidy's Irish Pub Uncle Bob loves an Irish pub more than a drunken Irishman if that's possible, so I found myself drinking stouts with Uncle Bob at Cassidy's Irish Pub. Big thanks to Uncle Bob & Aunt Jane for treating us to a few rounds after we left the USS Lexington. I usually drink Guinness at an Irish pub because I generally have a "when in Rome" mindset, but Shawna found a dill pickle beer she liked. Sour beer is good here and there, but I could not do this one.

Garrett's BBQ & PSI Brewing On our way out of town we decided to stop at PSI Brewing. We could not find it at first and then realized it was inside Garrett's BBQ. So we decided to also have lunch, and I am glad we did. They only had two beers on tap, but the BBQ was an excellent portion and pretty good flavor as well. Unfortunately, both have since closed, and they are looking for a new location.

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Neo Romance Ch - 5

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Normally, Crow is awoken by his birds chirping in the morning. Not by someone rummaging in the front room. Crow slowly opened the door to meet the intruder. It was just a kid. He froze, fearing what will happen to him. The child bolted for the door, only to trip over himself. Overwhelmed by the failure of his mission, he began to cry.

“Hey, now…” Crow said, his voice was soothing and filled with sympathy. “Tell me your name, I am Crow.”

“T-Toby…” He sniffled.

“I can take you to a place that has better food than here.” Crow said. Toby’s face brightened up.

Crow got dressed and took Toby by the hand to guide him to Martha’s orphanage. Toby gobble down his food when Martha gave him a plate. The kids gave him understanding looks. “Slow down or you’ll make yourself sick.” Martha scolded. Toby nodded and ate slower.

Eventually, Brave woke up. Yusei and Bruno showed up with the birds. The kids took Toby outside to play with them and get acquainted with the new face.

“Crow, are you going back to the city today?” Yusei asked.

“Yeah, I was gonna ask if I could use your shower.” Crow answered.

“Of course. You don’t have to ask. Just use it.” Yusei was in disbelief that Crow would ask something like that. “Could you pick up some sponges, soap, and buckets. We have to give the kids baths today.”

Satellite had no clean water. So, we had to give the kids sponge baths using water brought from the city.

“Sure, can do.” I winked.

“I’ll give you my part later today at the bar.” Yusei said.

“I can help pay for stuff too.” Brave chimed in.

“We can’t ask that of you Brave!” Yusei said. “This isn’t your responsibility.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer.” Brave huffed. “You’ve shown me nothing but kindness. It’s the least I can do.”

Seeing as Brave isn’t going back down, Yusei punched his eyebrows and let the man do whatever he pleased. It wasn’t that Yusei didn’t want any help. It’s just that Brave is an outsider. There was no reason for him to involve himself like this.

“We will be on our way.” Crow announced. “Let’s go Brave.”

Crow drove to Domino City with Brave holding on tightly as they sped across the bridge. Blizzard and Gale were right above them flying in the sky. Kalut and Zephyr had to stay behind as they could not fly yet.

“Hey Crow, can we go to a bathhouse?” Brave asked. Crow was confused until he realized that Brave has not taken a bath since he is stranded on Satellite.

“Sure, but why?” Crow was going to drop Brave off at his friend’s house and pick him up later. So, the sudden request was rather weird.

“I’ve never experienced a bathhouse before.” He replied. “I kind of want to experience one. Plus, it will save on time if we clean ourselves together.”

Crow couldn’t help but at Brave’s antics.

“Fine but you’ll to look up one. As I don’t know where one is.” Crow said.

They pulled over and Brave searched for a bathhouse in the city. Once they found one, they were headed to their destination.

The one Brave found was on the fancy side but not too pricy. Well not pricy for well off people. In the game there were no bathhouse scenes in the game (much to the dismay of the fans). Crow wondered if this was an exclusive Brave event. The thought that it was made him feel giddy inside.

They were greeted by the service lady. She did a double take when she looked at Crow and saw his markers. He was too busy daydreaming to notice this. Brave paid for his part while and this confused the lady.

“Is something wrong? Brave asked wondering if his card was declined.

“Ahh… this is enough for only one person.” She was trying hard to find the right words to say.

Brave came to his version of the situation. “Oh, we are paying separately. Right Crow.”

Crow finally came back to reality.

“Oh, my bad.” Crow pulled out his bank card and gave it to the lady. This furthered the lady’s confusion. Crow did not miss that she had asked for his drivers license to verify the name matched on his bank card and only him.

Once that was over with, the two stripped out of their cloths and into the bath towels that were given to them. Finally dipping their bodies into the warm water, they let go of all tension in their muscles.

“I might never leave.” Brave sighed. “I wish we had more of this back home.”

“You’ll prune up like this.” Crow quipped.

“I’ll be fine with that.” Brave sunk deeper into the water.

“Hey how do you feel about Domino? Or Satellite? In comparison to the other places, you’ve been to.”

“I never thought about it. Each place is unique. It is hard for me to rank them.” He placed a finger to his chin. “Domino is weird as it is the only place I have been to where people have powers.”

This surprised Crow. Hearing anything regarding places outside of the realm of the game would surprise him. Now that he thinks about it more clearly, the place where Kiryu resides at has no one but him with powers. How does Neo Domino interact with the rest of the world? Do other countries know about what happened to Neo Domino? Crow wondered about the stuff outside the constraints of the game boundaries.

“The city life is not for me. The busy nature of them makes me feel out of my element. Domino’s culture of tagging criminals is something original to this place. Most places keep records of criminals and restricts them without marking their faces.” Brave moved closer to Crow to examine his marks. “I do wonder what the story is behind your marks are.”

“As much as I hate them, these markers show my courage. I had to have valor to survive in the Satellite.” Crow scratched the ‘M’ formation on his forehead. For some reason this prompted Brave to caress the tattoos on his cheek. This stunned Crow.

“I think these markers make you who you are. One day, if it’s not too much trouble I’d like to know how you got them.”

“Um…” Crow began to feel his temperature rise. He was at a loss of words. It was then that Brave realized that he was touching Crow’s face.

“Ah…!” The two quickly turned from each other feeling rather warm.

“We should, get out soon. It’s getting quite warm.” Crow said.

“I’ll help wash your back.” Brave offered.

A moment had passed, and they started washing themselves. Once they were clean, they got dressed and headed out the bathhouse. It was then that Brave received a call from one of his friends.

“Why don’t we meet at the bridge and go to Satellite together. There is a bar we can go to.” Brave said. It seemed that he was gonna hangout with his buddies tonight. “Is it alright if my friends help us?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not.” Crow shrugged.

The trip to the store was quick and easy. When they got to the bridge, they caught sight of two people waiting for them.

“That’s them!” Brave shouted.

One of the people was the one Crow saw the time he delivered the package with Brave. He had pale blue hair, the way he carried himself was rife with a regal air. His all white, posh outfit only made it hard to believe that he would willingly go to a dirty place like Satellite. One thing to note was that strands of his hair were covering his eyebrows. More like they were his eyebrows seeing as they were moving in place of them.

The other man had black hair with yellow on the bottom half and a yellow streak going through the middle. He had a more earthy palette with a green shirt being covered by a black jacket. He had a much more standoffish demeanor.

Upon closer inspection, Crow noticed that the three of them adorned a necklace accessory.

“You like,” Harald noticed Crow looking at it. “Brave made them.”

Every word Harald spoke was articulate and poised. If Crow could see the words, they would be crystal clear.

“And don’t give me that look. I am used to getting dirty.” It seemed he was aware of the kind of stereotype he gave off. “Now shall we get going. Please lead the way.”

Somehow Harald had taken control of the situation and steered it in the direction he wanted. The other two were used to this, as they let out long winded sighs. There was no reason to linger here any longer. Crow led them over the bridge and to the orphanage.

“I have to help set up. Could you watch the kids? Keep them busy.” Crow asked.

“Of Course.” Brave nodded.

“Hmm? Your objective is to give the kids a bath, right?” Harald inquired. Crow doesn’t know if he deducted that from the buckets, sponges, soap, and bottled water all over the place or if Brave told him at some point during their call. “If so.”

Harald waved his hands and water materialized from the air. He gracefully filled up each of the buckets. Crow, Yusei, Bruno, and Martha stood in disbelief and the kids had watched in wonder.

“Y-you have powers?” This surprised Crow. He had to contain any questions he had until later, as he had to help wash the kids.

The stars soon covered the sky, and Everyone headed to the bar for the night.

“I can’t believe they are going through with this.” Yusei downed his milk. “Now you have to have a referral from an unmarked person in order to get and renew your workers pass.” “It’s a mess.” For Crow this was expected as he knew this was going to happen.

“Its excessive.” Yusei slammed his hand down.

“Brave mentioned that the other places he visited don’t mark their criminals.” Crow said. “I’m going to assume they also didn’t require workers pass.”

Yusei perked up at that information. “I think the city should try and implement something like that instead of what we have going on.”

Yusei ordered another glass of milk. Crow snatched it from him and gulped the whole thing in one chug.

“I think you’ve had enough for tonight, Yus.” Crow waggled the empty glass in front of his drinking buddy.

“Yus?” He tilted his head and tried to hide the blush on his face.

Brave and his friends showed up and sat next to Crow and Yusei.

“Do you have powers too?” Crow instantly asked with a hint of irritation in his voice.

“Were you three here during Zero Reverse?” Yusei followed up.

“Hey! Can we get our drinks first?” Brave waved.

“I’m surprised you haven’t told them yet.” Dragan huffed. “You are usually eager to show off.”

“I followed the rules this time! Be happy for me!” Brave puffed his cheeks.

“Our powers were gifted to us by the Gods.” Harald spoke with absolute clarity.

“I would love to hear this story.” Crow Said.

“Let me get my drink and I’ll tell you the story.” Brave placed his order and as we waited, he started his tale.

“I had met Harald and Dragan while they were on an expedition. I was also exploring the island in search for treasure. It was complete happenstance that we all ended up in the same place. I agreed to help them look for the treasure they wanted in exchange for money. I didn’t explain that I was after the same artifact. Once the expedition was over and I got paid. I swiped the item from them and made my escape on my boat. Unfortunately, for me there was a nasty storm, and my boat was pushed towards a cliff with falling rocks. Out of the blue, this bolt of lighting comes charging at me. Zaps me and clears the falling rocks too. When I woke up, my boat was on shore, and I could conjure up electricity.”

Complete with exaggerated movement Brave finished the story. To show off his abilities, he produced a current that connected between his fingers.

Crow let out an exasperated sigh.

“Jealous.” Brave huffed.

“How is this possible.” Crow grumbled.

“Huh?”

“Don’t mind him.” Yusei jumped in to help Crow. “When it comes to powers, he gets a bit miffed.” All of his friends have powers, including the birds.”

Brave patted Crow on the back after that explanation.

Yusei had light powers and the ability to heal. Jack has fire abilities. Akiza can control plants. Kiryu can control darkness. Bruno can control metal.

As Yusei said, the birds even got abilities.

‘What’s next? Shinji having wind powers.’ Crow thought.

Crow understood the point was to have the player be protected and rescued by the love interests. This design was intentional to have a romantic flare.

“I want powers too!” Crow wailed.

After drinking the night away, Harald and Dragon returned to the city. Crow dropped Brave off at the orphanage and separated from Yusei there too.

Crow thought about how the game is progressing as should. He would be wholly unprepared for the curve ball that the game would throw at him.

Late at night the boy named Toby injected Brave with something and lead in a group of Arcadia member into the orphanage. The group used their psychic powers to wake the kids up in a trance and lead them to the van outside. Once loaded the group disappeared into the nighttime city.

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lalunaunita · 6 years

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Millennials and Money Pt. 2: Budgets

Please don’t run away! You are tough and smart and you can do this.

Saying “I can’t live with a budget” is like saying “I can’t drive a car with a steering wheel.”

Following directly from my last post on this topic, we’ll pick up with ‘budgeting is critical’. I used to try to budget with self-help books, free online paper sheets, creating my own by tracking expenses… it was so hard. The biggest problem was that while I knew why I needed a budget (to save money), I didn’t know how a budget does that. So let’s look at the functions of a budget.

1. A budget provides information: just like information, a budget isn’t static – it evolves and changes with your needs. Think of it as a month-by-month snapshot in the flow of your financial life. But here’s the thing: you, as the photographer of this snapshot, get to set the scene. A good budget communicates the information you find relevant, according to goals you set for yourself.

2. A budget provides guidance: after sticking with it for 90 days, a budget will (I promise) help you plan and choose how you want to spend your money. Why does it take 90 days? Because almost nobody keeps an accurate tally of how many times they ordered pizza and Chinese delivery in a single month. We ALL find something surprising in our spending during those first months.

For me, it was groceries. I thought I spent a certain dollar amount each week, and was devastated to find out it was consistently more than I thought. But with a family of 4, I had to suck it up and admit that the number was not going to change – it’s a necessary expense and it’s just plain different from how cheap life was when I was single. It’s not bad that the number is higher, it just means I need to expect it and plan for it in the future.

3. A budget allows you to high-level prioritize: a budget isn’t a diet. It’s not about denial. It’s about setting priorities and picking what’s most important to you. If happy hour with your co-workers is a must for your peace and well-being, then it needs to be included. If tuition is necessary, then cut back on eating out. You get to choose; the budget is at your mercy, not the other way around.

Okay, great, but exactly how do I make my budget do these things?? There is a bit of trial and error involved, but I can help you formulate the basics so that you get the concept and rhythm down for yourself.

First, there’s nothing wrong with using a template budget – provided you know a few facts about them. 1) They will nearly always have categories you don’t need – you can just delete those right out. 2) They will nearly always be missing a category that’s important to you, and you’ll have to add it in. 3) They will not be able to help you determine the difference between a need and a want, which is very important. 4) If you have intermittent or fluctuating income, they will not help you deal with times when you have no money coming in.

Second, the easiest mistake to make is to look at your bank account and base your budget around your expenses. Sounds logical, but it’s not! Start by basing the budget around your needs, and then add in the other expenses.

Category 1 - Basic needs (i.e., you must have these in your budget):

Food/Water (Groceries) (NOT eating out, getting drinks, fast food, unnecessary sustenance) Shelter (Rent/Mortgage) Utilities (Electricity/Gas/Heat/Water) Transportation (Car/Bus/Bike/Other) Clothing (Work attire/Basic daily clothes) (NOT accessories, jewelry, purses, fancy clothes)

Some of these you can fill in right away, like rent and possibly utilities. (A little trick: some cities let you go on a plan to even out your utility payment so it’s the same each month.) The rest can be guesstimates – and guess what? It takes about 90 days to get it right, so if you only budget $200 for groceries and you’re dead wrong, just keep track of how much more you spent, so you can change the number next month. Transportation doesn’t include car loans, just what it takes to keep your car running and getting you to work/home/errands. Be real on whether you need an Uber or not – don’t put it as a need unless it really is. We are just doing the basics that keep you alive and employed right here.

Category 2 – other potential needs:

Phone/internet service Tuition Tithe

I put these here to demonstrate that not all budgets must have them, even though many do. I know that living without home internet or phone seems an impossibility, but since your life and livelihood wouldn’t necessarily depend on them (free wifi, etc.) I put them here. If you had to cancel for a month, you’d still live.

Category 3 – Debt:

Credit card Car loan Phone purchase Computer purchase Student loans Medical debt Other debt

This is the suckiest category. It’s depressing, it’s hard to get rid of. Blech. Now it’s time for the big girl pants. You can knock these out and get rid of them over time. Why did I not include debt under Needs? Because if everything fell apart and you couldn’t pay all your bills, you have to have the Needs listed above, but you don’t have to pay the debt. Debt collectors do not want you to think this way. If you get behind they will call you and basically threaten your future children, but they have no power over you. People get trapped paying debt and not taking care of their needs for these reasons: 1) Debt collection is an aggressive industry and they will do whatever it takes to guilt you into paying, 2) People worry about ruining their credit (forgetting that getting evicted/foreclosing will do worse things to your credit), 3) People who have integrity want to play fair and pay it back. I am saying yes, always pay your debt bills. But I am also saying put your needs first. If something has to slip for a month, let it be a debt, not your utilities, get me?

Category 4 – Savings:

Emergency savings Retirement savings Goal-oriented savings (like for school, car, vacation, etc.)

Dave Ramsey’s recommendation for those of us with debt is to have a little $1000 starter emergency fund, and then to stop saving until we get the debt paid off. I like this method and have used it. You can read about it on his website or in his book to get a clearer picture of why he recommends.

Category 5 – Lifestyle:

Pet expenses Eating out Movies Coffee shops Shopping Art supplies Video games Yarn

Look, I don’t know what goes into your lifestyle. I made up some categories here. These are things you choose to spend your income on, and if you don’t have enough money, you probably drop it for a while until you do. At first, this may feel the most bewildering: “It’s not the same each month; how do I plan this?” It’s okay! Just guesstimate, and keep track so you have better information going forward. You’ll probably get a ton of things wrong and overspend in the first month. The next month, you’ll realize that you have to skip trivia night because you’re visiting your parents, so you’ll feel smart for taking it off the budget. The third month, you’ll suddenly remember that Debra’s getting married on the 30th and you’ll set aside some cash to get a gift, rather than using a credit card. And boom, just like that, you are planning your finances. In my family, we have lifestyle categories specific to us and the kids, but we also always have a discussion about “specials” at the start of each month. Those are things like birthdays, parties, weddings, trips, etc. that get written in as one-time budget items. We put an upper limit dollar value on each, and then if we don’t spend it all, great. If we go over a little, we file it away under “experience” and do better the next time. At the bottom of the budget page, we even look farther out, just as a heads-up for planned trips, etc. Like, I know I’m going on vacation in July, so even though it’s only May, I have a little reminder telling me that any extra money we end up with should be tucked away for my vacation. It keeps us from spending it on sodas or other junk on impulse.

To implement your budget, set a reminder for the last 1-5 days of the month that says “Time to plan next month’s budget!!” or something. Sit down for 10 minutes with the last budget and look through the numbers. Do this before the 1st of the month! Do you only buy cat food every other month? Put a line thru or some other indicator that you don’t need it this month. Oh, are there 4 birthdays this month? Better increase the amount of gift money you put aside. Is the future a mystery and you have no idea whether someone will surprise you with an invitation to a party or event? Put “mystery spending” as a category and drop $50 in, just so you are covered. You get to decide!

Above all, don’t give up. I gave up so many times after just a single month. I never knew all those years that it takes a 90 day commitment to make this change and see results.

Hit me up with questions if you read this and are interested in starting a budget. You don’t have to give me specifics; general information will do for most questions. I would love to help.

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dfroza · 3 years

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to be ready is to have expectant hope.

to be filled with the Spirit of Light who illuminates this to the heart in its rebirth in the True illumination of the Son.

our Creator is our heavenly Father and Spirit and Son all being eternally One.

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 25th chapter of Matthew that begins with a picture of marriage, whereby marriage on earth mirrors the eternal tapestry of marriage when a man is joined to a woman as “One” according to our Creator’s design:

Jesus: Or picture the kingdom of heaven this way. It will be like ten bridesmaids who each picked up a lantern and went out to meet a certain bridegroom. Five of these women were sensible, good with details, and remembered to bring small flasks of oil for their lanterns. But five of them were flighty, too caught up in the excitement of their jaunt, and forgot to bring oil with them. The bridegroom did not turn up right away. Indeed, all the women, while waiting, found themselves falling asleep. And then in the middle of the night, they heard someone call, “The bridegroom is here, finally! Wake up and greet him!” The women got up and trimmed the wicks of their lanterns and prepared to go greet the groom. The five women who had no oil turned to their friends for help.

Ill-prepared Bridesmaids: Please give us some of your oil! Our lanterns are flickering and will go out soon.

But the five women who’d come prepared with oil said they didn’t have enough.

Prepared Bridesmaids: If we give you some of our oil, we’ll all run out too soon! You’d better go wake up a dealer and buy your own supply.

So the five ill-prepared women went in search of oil to buy, and while they were gone, the groom arrived. The five who stood ready with their lanterns accompanied him to the wedding party, and after they arrived, the door was shut.

Finally the rest of the women turned up at the party. They knocked on the door.

Ill-prepared Bridesmaids: Master, open up and let us in!

Bridegroom (refusing): I certainly don’t know you.

So stay awake; you neither know the day nor hour [when the Son of Man will come].

Jesus: This is how it will be. It will be like a landowner who is going on a trip. He instructed his slaves about caring for his property. He gave five talents to one slave, two to the next, and then one talent to the last slave—each according to his ability. Then the man left.

Promptly the man who had been given five talents went out and bartered and sold and turned his five talents into ten. And the one who had received two talents went to the market and turned his two into four. And the slave who had received just one talent? He dug a hole in the ground and buried his master’s money there.

Eventually the master came back from his travels, found his slaves, and settled up with them. The slave who had been given five talents came forward and told his master how he’d turned five into ten; then he handed the whole lot over to his master.

Master: Excellent. You’ve proved yourself not only clever but loyal. You’ve executed a rather small task masterfully, so now I am going to put you in charge of something larger. But before you go back to work, come join my great feast and celebration.

Then the slave who had been given two talents came forward and told his master how he’d turned two into four, and he handed all four talents to his master.

Finally the man who had been given one talent came forward.

Servant: Master, I know you are a hard man, difficult in every way. You can make a healthy sum when others would fail. You profit when other people are doing the work. You grow rich on the backs of others. So I was afraid, dug a hole, and hid the talent in the ground. Here it is. You can have it.

The master was furious.

Master: You are a pathetic excuse for a servant! You have disproved my trust in you and squandered my generosity. You know I always make a profit! You could have at least put this talent in the bank; then I could have earned a little interest on it! Take that one talent away, and give it to the servant who doubled my money from five to ten.

You see, everything was taken away from the man who had nothing, but the man who had something got even more. And as for the slave who made no profit but buried his talent in the ground? His master ordered his slaves to tie him up and throw him outside into the utter darkness where there is miserable mourning and great fear.

When the Son of Man comes in all His majesty accompanied by throngs of heavenly messengers, His throne will be wondrous. All the nations will assemble before Him, and He will judge them, distinguishing them from one another as a shepherd isolates the sheep from the goats. He will put some, the sheep, at His right hand and some, the goats, at His left. Then the King will say to those to His right,

King: Come here, you beloved, you people whom My Father has blessed. Claim your inheritance, the Kingdom prepared for you from the beginning of creation. You shall be richly rewarded, for when I was hungry, you fed Me. And when I was thirsty, you gave Me something to drink. I was alone as a stranger, and you welcomed Me into your homes and into your lives. I was naked, and you gave Me clothes to wear; I was sick, and you tended to My needs; I was in prison, and you comforted Me.

Even then the righteous will not have achieved perfect understanding and will not recall these things.

Righteous: Master, when did we find You hungry and give You food? When did we find You thirsty and slake Your thirst? When did we find You a stranger and welcome You in, or find You naked and clothe You? When did we find You sick and nurse You to health? When did we visit You when You were in prison?

King: I tell you this: whenever you saw a brother or sister hungry or cold, whatever you did to the least of these, so you did to Me.

At that He will turn to those on His left hand.

King: Get away from Me, you despised people whom My Father has cursed. Claim your inheritance—the pits of flaming hell where the devil and his minions suffer. For I was starving, and you left Me with no food. When I was dry and thirsty, you left Me to struggle with nothing to drink. When I was alone as a stranger, you turned away from Me. When I was pitifully naked, you left Me unclothed. When I was sick, you gave Me no care. When I was in prison, you did not comfort Me.

Unrighteous: Master, when did we see You hungry and thirsty? When did we see You friendless or homeless or excluded? When did we see You without clothes? When did we see You sick or in jail? When did we see You in distress and fail to respond?

King: I tell you this: whenever you saw a brother hungry or cold, when you saw a sister weak and without friends, when you saw the least of these and ignored their suffering, so you ignored Me.

So these, the goats, will go off to everlasting punishment. But the beloved, the sheep (the righteous), will go into everlasting life.

The Book of Matthew, Chapter 25 (The Voice)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 12th chapter of Nehemiah when the rebuilt wall of Jerusalem was dedicated:

These are the priests and Levites who came up with Zerubbabel son of Shealtiel and with Jeshua:

Seraiah, Jeremiah, Ezra,

Amariah, Malluch, Hattush,

Shecaniah, Rehum, Meremoth,

Iddo, Ginnethon, Abijah,

Mijamin, Moadiah, Bilgah,

Shemaiah, Joiarib, Jedaiah,

Sallu, Amok, Hilkiah, and Jedaiah.

These were the leaders of the priests during the time of Jeshua.

And the Levites:

Jeshua, Binnui, Kadmiel, Sherebiah, Judah;

Mattaniah, with his brothers, was in charge of songs of praise, and their brothers Bakbukiah and Unni stood opposite them in the services of worship.

Jeshua fathered Joiakim,

Joiakim fathered Eliashib,

Eliashib fathered Joiada,

Joiada fathered Jonathan,

and Jonathan fathered Jaddua.

During the time of Joiakim, these were the heads of the priestly families:

of the family of Seraiah, Meraiah;

of Jeremiah, Hananiah;

of Ezra, Meshullam;

of Amariah, Jehohanan;

of Malluch, Jonathan;

of Shecaniah, Joseph;

of Harim, Adna;

of Meremoth, Helkai;

of Iddo, Zechariah;

of Ginnethon, Meshullam;

of Abijah, Zicri;

of Miniamin and Moadiah, Piltai;

of Bilgah, Shammua;

of Shemaiah, Jehonathan;

of Joiarib, Mattenai;

of Jedaiah, Uzzi;

of Sallu, Kallai;

of Amok, Eber;

of Hilkiah, Hashabiah;

and of Jedaiah, Nethanel.

During the time of Eliashib, Joiada, Johanan, and Jaddua, the Levites were registered as heads of families. During the reign of Darius the Persian, the priests were registered.

The Levites who were heads of families were registered in the Book of the Chronicles until the time of Johanan son of Eliashib. These were:

Hashabiah,

Sherebiah,

and Jeshua son of Kadmiel.

Their brothers stood opposite them to give praise and thanksgiving, one side responding to the other, as had been directed by David the man of God.

The security guards included:

Mattaniah,

Bakbukiah,

Obadiah,

Meshullam,

Talmon,

and Akkub.

They guarded the storerooms at the gates. They lived during the time of Joiakim son of Jeshua, the son of Jozadak, the time of Nehemiah the governor and of Ezra the priest and scholar.

[Dedication of the Wall]

When it came time for the dedication of the wall, they tracked down and brought in the Levites from all their homes in Jerusalem to carry out the dedication with exuberance: thanksgiving hymns, songs, cymbals, harps, and lutes. The singers assembled from all around Jerusalem, from the villages of the Netophathites, from Beth Gilgal, from the farms at Geba and Azmaveth—the singers had built villages for themselves all around Jerusalem.

The priests and Levites ceremonially purified themselves; then they did the same for the people, the gates, and the wall.

I had the leaders of Judah come up on the wall, and I appointed two large choirs. One proceeded on the wall to the right toward the Dung Gate. Hashaiah and half the leaders of Judah followed them, including Azariah, Ezra, Meshullam, Judah, Benjamin, Shemaiah, and Jeremiah. Some of the young priests had trumpets. Next, playing the musical instruments of David the man of God, came Zechariah son of Jonathan, the son of Shemaiah, the son of Mattaniah, the son of Micaiah, the son of Zaccur, the son of Asaph, and his brothers Shemaiah, Azarel, Milalai, Gilalai, Maai, Nethanel, Judah, and Hanani. Ezra the scholar led them.

At the Fountain Gate they went straight ahead, up the steps of the City of David using the wall stairway above the house of David to the Water Gate on the east.

The other choir proceeded to the left. I and half of the people followed them on the wall from the Tower of Furnaces to the Broad Wall, over the Ephraim Gate, the Jeshanah Gate, the Fish Gate, the Tower of Hananel, and the Tower of the Hundred as far as the Sheep Gate, stopping at the Prison Gate.

The two choirs then took their places in The Temple of God. I was there with half of the officials, along with the priests Eliakim, Maaseiah, Miniamin, Micaiah, Elioenai, Zechariah, and Hananiah with their trumpets. Also Maaseiah, Shemaiah, Eleazar, Uzzi, Jehohanan, Malkijah, Elam, and Ezer. The singers, directed by Jezrahiah, made the rafters ring.

That day they offered great sacrifices, an exuberant celebration because God had filled them with great joy. The women and children raised their happy voices with all the rest. Jerusalem’s jubilation was heard far and wide.

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That same day men were appointed to be responsible for the storerooms for the offerings, the firstfruits, and the tithes. They saw to it that the portion directed by The Revelation for the priests and Levites was brought in from the farms connected to the towns. Judah was so appreciative of the priests and Levites and their service; they, along with the singers and security guards, had done everything so well, conducted the worship of their God and the ritual of ceremonial cleansing in a way that would have made David and his son Solomon proud. That’s the way it was done in the olden days, the days of David and Asaph, when they had choir directors for singing songs of praise and thanksgiving to God.

During the time of Zerubbabel and Nehemiah, all Israel contributed the daily allowances for the singers and security guards. They also set aside what was dedicated to the Levites, and the Levites did the same for the Aaronites.

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The Book of Nehemiah, Chapter 12 (The Message)

my personal reading of the Scriptures for Saturday, march 27 of 2021 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible, along with Today’s Psalms and Proverbs

A post by John Parsons about the significance of Passover which is remembered in the current Hebraic holiday being observed from tonight at sundown until the evening of Sunday, April 4 of 2021 (also the Sunday the Resurrection is observed by those who embrace the new covenant of grace in the Son)

and all that the ancient Hebrews were instructed to do in Egypt actually pointed to the cross in Jerusalem that held the True Lamb which was then mirrored every day in the Tabernacle and the Temple:

In Exodus chapter 12 we read about the institution of Passover and the final plague that was to befall the Egyptians on the Passover night. When we think of this time, we may imagine God “passing over” those houses that had the blood of the lamb smeared on their doorposts, though it could be said that God passed into the homes of those who trusted him, while he withdrew His Presence from those that did not...

To see this note that two different words are used that can be translated as “pass over.” First, God said, "I will pass over (i.e., avar: עֲבַר) the land of Egypt that night, and I will strike all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, both man and beast; and on all the gods of Egypt I will execute judgments; I am the LORD" (Exod. 12:12). But directly after saying this, God promised to “pass over” (i.e., pasach: פָּסַח) the homes of those who trusted in him to impart his protection from the plague of death: "The blood shall be a sign for you, on the houses where you are. And when I see the blood, I will pass over to you (lit. עֲלֵכֶם, ‘upon you’), and no plague will befall you to destroy you, when I strike the land of Egypt" (Exod. 12:13). In other words, when God would see the blood of the Passover lamb, he would pass over to enter the house and “cover” its occupants from the judgment of death.

The blood of the Passover lamb sheltered people from the plague of death by atoning for their sin by means of a substitutionary sacrifice. The Torah states that “the life (i.e., nefesh: נֶפֶשׁ, or ‘soul’) of the flesh is in the blood” (Lev. 17:11), and therefore death represents the separation of the soul from the body. The life blood of a sacrificial lamb was therefore offered in exchange for the death and destruction of others. Eating the lamb “roasted by fire” meant identifying with the death offered in exchange for your own; eating matzah, or unleavened bread, signified being delivered in haste, apart from the “rise of the flesh” or human design; and eating maror, or bitter herbs, recalled the bitterness of former bondage.

The first time the word “blood” occurs in the Scriptures concerns the death of Abel, the son of Adam and Eve who was murdered by his brother Cain. After Abel’s blood was shed, the LORD confronted Cain and said, “What have you done? The voice of your brother's blood is crying to me from the ground” (Gen. 4:10). Since blood is the carrier of life, it bears the energy and vitality of life: it has its own spiritual “voice.” Likewise, the blood of Yeshua, the true Lamb of God who died upon the cross, speaks on our behalf, and reverses the power of death by creating a barrier that death can no longer cross, since the death of the sacrificial victim “exchanges” the merit and power of life. Unlike the blood of Abel that “cries out” for justice, the blood of Yeshua cries out for mercy (Heb. 12:24). Putting our trust in the provision of God’s sacrifice causes His wrath (or righteous judgment) to pass over while simultaneously extending love to the sinner.... This is the essential message of the gospel itself, that we have atonement through the sacrificial death, burial, and resurrection of Yeshua our Savior, the great Lamb of God. As Yeshua said, "I tell you the solemn truth, the one who hears my message and believes the One who sent me has eternal life (חַיֵּי עוֹלָם) and will not be condemned, but has passed over (i.e., μετά + βαίνω, lit., "crossed over" [עָבַר]) from death to life" (John 5:24). Just as God's judgment passes over from life to death on my behalf; so His love passes over from death to life on my behalf...

The idea of substitutionary atonement is surely mysterious and complicated, but ultimately the message is simple: God loves you and has made a way for you to be eternally accepted -- despite your sin... That’s the “good news” of the cross. That’s what Yeshua meant when he said, "Just as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that whoever believes in him may have eternal life. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life (חַיֵּי עוֹלָם). For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him" (John 3:14-17). Humanity as a whole has been "bitten by the snake" and needs to be delivered from its deadly venom. Just as the image made in the likeness of the destroying snake was lifted up for Israel's healing, so the One made in the likeness of sinful flesh was to be lifted up as the Healer of the world (Rom. 8:3). All we need to do is look and believe. Yeshua died for you so you can live. He stands at the door and knocks, offering to “pass over” your sin and to impart to you his life in exchange (Rev. 3:20). [Hebrew for Christians]

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and another about the Passover meal:

During our Passover Seder, we will place three matzahs on the table, said to represent Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, respectively. During the Yachatz step of the seder, the middle matzah (representing Isaac) will be broken to recall how Isaac was sacrificed in obedience to his father, foreshadowing the sacrifice of Yeshua by God the Father. Indeed, the Talmud states, "We break the middle matzah in tribute to Yitzchak (Isaac), who accepted the sins of the people upon himself” (Shabbos 89b). The smaller half of this broken matzah will be eaten later during the Motzi Matzah step, while the larger half will be eaten during the Afikomen step, near the end of the night...

In Hebrew, the middle of something is it's heart - the heart of the heavens, the heart of the earth, the heart of the sea, the heart of a person... Since the offering of Isaac by Abraham foretold of the greater offering of Yeshua by God Himself, when we break the middle matzah, then, we recall the broken heart of God over the pain Yeshua endured by taking our sins upon Him at the cross....“For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God" (2 Cor. 5:21).

During his Passover seder with his disciples, Yeshua “took matzah, and after blessing it broke it and gave it to the disciples, and said, "Take, eat; this is my body" (Matt. 26:26). Since Yeshua did this while they were eating dinner, the matzah he broke would have been the Afikomen, thereby making the connection between the hidden bread (lechem ha-nistar) that would be broken given for our deliverance. The matzah we eat during Passover is called lechem oni (לֶחֶם ענִי) - "the bread of [His] suffering" - and eating the Bread of Life that was “broken for us” remembers ish makhovot, the Man of Sorrows, and the great suffering of our LORD... [Hebrew for Christians]

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Today’s message from the Institute for Creation Research

March 27, 2021

Life by Death

“For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.” (Philippians 1:21)

This profound confidence comes at the conclusion of a threefold summary of Paul’s experience while serving the Lord Jesus, as well as his deep bond with the church at Philippi. The “salvation” of which Paul speaks references victory in this life as much as the eternal rescue at the end.

Initially, the confidence comes “through your prayer, and the supply of the Spirit of Jesus Christ” (Philippians 1:19). Christian leaders covet the prayers of those with whom they serve. Twice, Paul specifically asked the Thessalonian church to pray for him (1 Thessalonians 5:25; 2 Thessalonians 3:1). Most of us are familiar with the promise that the “effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much” (James 5:16). Should we be surprised when such prayer brings boldness?

There is also the experience that the “supply” of the Spirit of God engenders faith. God’s providential care, experienced during the testing of our life, produces a growing hope and confidence (Romans 5:4-5). It is most often true that we learn more of God’s faithfulness in times of need than in times of plenty.

Then there is an “earnest expectation and...hope” that result in “boldness” (Philippians 1:20). Growing confidence in the Lord’s provision and protection undergirds an anticipation for God’s direction and wisdom. Expecting something to happen is the flip side of hope. Experience in kingdom work brings spiritual joy and peace (Romans 15:13).

Thus, the confident statement “now also Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether it be by life, or by death. For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain” (Philippians 1:20- 21). HMM III

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Are you getting ready to head out to San Diego Comic Con? Here are some tips on what to pack for your trip and how to prepare!

What to wear:

Comfortable Shoes and Socks. I can’t stress this one enough. The convention center is huge and the walks to get food and to hotels are far and long! This is one of those moments where you need to pick comfort over fashion folks! I promise your feet will thank you for it! I recommend buying a pack of super comfy thick socks. Remember, when packing shoes for the nights out, there could still be a lot of walking, try to pack comfortable dress shoes or plan on using a ride service like Lyft or Uber to save your feet some serious pain.

Light Sweater or Jacket. The weather in San Diego is usually hot this time of year. With weather ranging from 80-90 degrees during the day and around 60-70 degrees during the evening. The convention center itself usually has really great air conditioning. If you are prone to getting cold indoors, we recommend bringing a long a light sweater or jacket. Something small enough that you can carry around in a backpack or wrap around your waist.

Comfortable Clothing. This absolutely differs from person to person. But we recommend something that breathes easily and that you are comfortable walking around in and possibly sitting on the floor in. If you plan to wait in line for the big panels in Hall H or in the ballrooms be advised that the lines are long, many times they are out door in the sun and depending on how long they are, you may be tempted to sit down on the ground. Don’t wear anything you don’t want ruined. If you’re a person who is comfortable in jeans, take 2-3 pairs of jeans max and a different shirt for each day. If you plan to go to some of the after hour comic con parties or bar crawls, pack a few going out outfits. To save space, try to pack tops that could easily pair with the jeans you packed.

Sunscreen. Take sunscreen with you. AND WEAR IT! You will be surprised how much time you end up spending in the sun. Just a few minutes in the sun is enough to cause some damage.

Backpack/Con Bag: Determine what kind of con bag is right for you. Many people opt to go with the complimentary con bag that SDCC offers when you pick up you badge. The bags are flat and large. perfect for art work or light weight items. but if you need something heavier to hold collectibles, con swag, water bottles, or snacks, you may want to opt for a full size backpack. I recommend something that offers good padding on the shoulder straps as well as on the back side.

Electronics:

Portable Cell Phone Power Banks. The lines are long and the phone keeps us entertained. The celebrities walk by and you start to snap videos. You and your friends are having a ball and taking photos of every awesome thing you see at the con. Before you know it your battery is dead. Portable Cell Phone Power banks are life savers! This is a list of Amazon’s best sellers. I recommend looking for one that has enough power to charge your phone a few times a day. Even though many of these are small, many time these can often be really heavy and bulky. So be prepared to have it weigh down your backpack or con bag.

Chargers & Cables. Make sure you bring your cell phone and camera batteries, cables and chargers.

Apps:

We recommend downloading and setting up these apps before arriving to San Diego.

Comic-Con International App. It’s FREE on both the App Store and Google Play! Up-to-date information WITHOUT an Internet connection … just download it. As soon as SDCC announces their schedule, the app will have the complete program schedule, special guest bios, a map of the con, hotel maps and more. It helps you organize and personalize your schedule and set reminders for events and panels.

Get Around Town:

San Diego Metropolitan Transit System https://www.sdmts.com/inside-mts/mts-express/app-ride

Lyft https://www.lyft.com/rider/cities/san-diego-ca

Uber https://www.uber.com

Get Food Delivered:

Uber Eats: https://www.ubereats.com/en-US/

Grubhub: https://www.grubhub.com

PostMates: https://postmates.com

Advice from the Pros:

https://twitter.com/iamwintermute/status/993699825647587328

Kate @iamwintermute on Twitter has some excellent suggestions:

If flying, I always check my cosplay bags as fragile and always put a packing list and disclaimer (I’m a cosplayer, all this weird shit is for cosplay please be careful) for TSA if I’m packing weird shit other than clothing.

We almost always bring food or do grocery runs for lunch at any con if we have a fridge. Unless you’re willing to pay, food in the venue is usually overpriced. Most hotels have breakfast included, eat it. Things to pack: cosplay emergency kit (leave this in the hotel. there is almost always a cosplay medic tent/booth provided by a sponsor. last year syfy had people all over) Portable battery pack for charging your phone.

Also pack: things to protect artwork/posters. Flip flops/flats in case your feet need a break from cosplay on the way home. Back up cosplay. Extra foldable bag (the thin kind that fits everywhere) in case you’re going home with extra stuff.

Mail things home if they’re bulky and you’re flying. It’ll be cheaper than pay for extra luggage (only applies to the US)

Traveling with cosplay: I find that I’m less likely to miss things if I put each cosplay in its own plastic bag before packing them into my suitcase. Labels are your friend. Unless you are willing to camp out all afternoon and night, don’t bother going for the Hall H line.

https://twitter.com/spunkyblah/status/993695095881789440

Do you have any questions about traveling to SDCC? Maybe we can help answer them! Leave us a comment below? Do you have tips to share? Leave us a comment below!

Tips for Packing for San Diego Comic Con & More Are you getting ready to head out to San Diego Comic Con? Here are some tips on what to pack for your trip and how to prepare!

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