Hey!

I just wanted to pop in and say how much I enjoy seeing your reblogs of people's work. You put so much thought and care into the comments you leave and I wanted to give you a pat on the back and perhaps a consensual forehead kiss.

Keep up the the joy!

El

Hi El!! 🙋🏻‍♀️ Hope you’re having a lovely day!

This message made me smile. I’m so happy to hear that you’re enjoying all the reblogs from March Fic Madness. My goal with this challenge was to show writers how much they are appreciated and to let them know how much their work makes me feel. Seeing so many others take part in the madness and seeing the response from writers truly fills me with joy. There is just so much talent in this corner of the internet and I’m just trying to shine the spotlight on it.

And you know what? Spreading joy is fun. So I will for sure keep doing it. ☺️

・🚀 ⸝⸝ ・P0H3 --- pt. 1

“Voyagers, are you ready to start your journey to Planet P0H3?”, a voice boomed from the speakers inside the futuristic-looking white spaceship. The ten voyagers who are astronauts, all of them aged between 23-27, dedicating the rest of their youth to science, strapped in their respective seats. The woman who was sitting in front of the main control panel replied, “Yes, initiate the ten-second countdown.”

Nervousness, fear, determination, joy, hope, all of these feelings mixed up. The voyagers held onto their armrests, taking deep breaths from the oxygen supplied to them through the white spacesuit they were wearing. Some of them closed their eyes, some of them took the name of their lord and prayed for a safe take-off, while others looked straightforward with a determined face. They have been preparing for this for 5 long years, it will cause an immense loss if this launch fails, it may even cost their lives or even the future of humanity.

10...9...8

Seven more silent seconds till their lives changed.

7...6

Five more seconds till they start their journey towards the unknown.

5...4

Three more seconds till they go out of human reach.

3

Two more seconds till the take-off of the century, the take-off on which the lives of everyone on the Planet Earth mattered.

2

One more second till they reach one step closer to inhabiting new human life on another planet

1

There is no going back now.

The engine thrusts with its full capacity, pushing the spaceship towards the blue sky, ready to pierce right through the blanket of clouds and enter the place where no one knows what happens.

The pressure in the cockpit increases due to the speed of the spaceship, everyone’s organs are moving around creating a funny feeling in their stomachs. But, it couldn’t take a toll on them, they trained for this very moment ever since they decided to sign up to colonize a new habitable planet, far away from their mother planet, Earth, and further away from the well-known Solar System. Out of the 500 million habitable planets scattered all around the Milky Way, they were heading to P0H3, the planet which seemed to be able to sustain human life just like Earth and Mars.

The spaceship successfully ended up in space, they finished the first step of this voyage. A smile of euphoria spread across the lead female’s face. After earning confirmation from the land control center back on Earth that they can take off their straps and enjoy themselves till it’s time to start preparing for going into a deep sleep.

“Congrats team, we did it.”, the female says in a monotonous yet joyful voice, keeping her professional attitude. She can’t loosen up before making sure everyone was okay and the take-off didn’t take an effect on their health. “Is everyone alright?”

“Yes Captain Judith, I am fine.”, a male voice booms through the intercoms placed inside their spacesuits. “Everyone else seems fine too.”, he loosens his seat-straps, immediately floating up from his seat due to the anti-gravity. “Woah, this is much better and fun than the stimulation!”

“No fooling around okay, Daniel?”, the woman warmly smiled at the younger male as she floated to the seat of others to check on them. “Are you okay, Antonio? You look pale.”

“I am fine, just a little shocked. We are doing this, right? Finally, we are in space, on our way to P0H3.”, Antonio replies, his french accent lingering in the air.

“Yeah, it’s been our top priority ever since we signed up for this mission. We are here, now let’s enjoy our time till we have to start preparing for deep sleep, in other words, hibernation.”, Judith informed everyone, her eyes scanning over everyone in the ship who were now looking out the windows, observing the Earth as the ship drifted further away from it.

“Judith, we are going to be safe right?”, a male approached Judith who was admiring the other astronauts celebrating their first day in space. “Like, nothing bad will happen, right?”

“No, nothing will happen Richard. We are completely safe. I made sure the ship was completely sterilized before boarding. And what you had was just a nightmare.”, Judith placed her hand on the male’s helmet to comfort him.

“But, you know that Jake's nightmare’s turn out to be true every single time.”, a female joined their conversation, making Judith roll her eyes. “Don’t scare the poor boy, Katherine. I don’t expect this behavior from you.”, Judith strictly said.

“He is 23 for your kind information. Well, whatever you say dear sister but our brother right here predicted that car acci-”, Katherine was about to continue her sentence but Judith cut her off, “Ms. Brownstone, could you please release oxygen into the spaceship so the team can open their suits and relax? Also turn on the gravity feature while you are at it, so we don’t have to float around.”

“Okay, Captain Judith.”Katherine rolled her eyes and floated her way towards the control panel to release oxygen into the spaceship. “Don’t listen to Katy, alright, everything is going to be fine, Richard, trust me.”, Judith assured Richard, making him happily nod and float away to join the rest of the team.

“What if Katherine is true? What if Jake’s nightmare becomes reality like that night?”

It’s been seven days since the voyagers have started their journey towards the new planet, the place they will be calling home soon. It will take approximately 42 years to reach their destination, hence they will start preparing for hibernation in a week which will last for 41 years.

Everything was going well, the regular routine checks, munching on re-hydrated food, sight-seeing through the windows or going on a spacewalk overall, everything was fine until-

“Captain! Captain! Can I please contact Earth right now! Please!”, a team member who Judith recognized as Farah ran up to her. She was sweating profusely as if she just ran a marathon. 

“What is it, Farah? Something wrong?”, Judith asked her, starting to get worried. Why was she panting? Why was she sweating? Wasn’t Farah taking a nap in her sleeping pod just now? 

“My f-father! Something bad might have happened to him! I want to know whether he is alright!”, Farah started trembling as she spoke, “I h-had a nightmare. He g-got ran over by a c-car.”

“It’s completely fine, Farah. It’s just a nightmare but, we will call the control center on Earth and ask them about your father’s condition, okay?”, Judith tried to calm Farah down as she brought her towards the main control panel from where they can connect Earth.

After 10 minutes, Judith established a firm connection between the spaceship and Earth, handing over the headset to Farah, she let her speak.

“This is Farah Binte Farook, Voyager 3452, reporting from Spaceship T9TY. I wanted to know about the condition of my father at the moment...he is fine? Are you sure?...oh...please let him know that Farah loves him...thank you so much.”, Farah removed the headset from around her head and placed it on the control panel. “Alhamdulillah, he is safe.”

“That’s very pleasing to hear, now, can you please check our stocks and record them? Report to me once you are done”, Judith requested. Farah immediately nodded and got to work. Is this the start of a disaster?

Sow Seeds of Joy: Knitted Positive Potatoes and the Science of Joy

 Cultivating Happiness: Exploring the Science Behind Knitted Positive Potatoes

In a world where stress and negativity often overshadow the bright moments of life, it's essential to cultivate sources of joy and positivity. Enter knitted positive potatoes – whimsical creations that serve as delightful reminders of the power of happiness. In this blog, we'll delve into the science behind joy and explore how knitted positive potatoes sow seeds of joy in our lives, nourishing our mental and emotional well-being.

Understanding the Science of Joy

Before we dive into the impact of knitted positive potatoes, let's first explore the science of joy. According to research in positive psychology, joy is more than just a fleeting emotion – it's a state of being characterized by feelings of happiness, contentment, and fulfillment. Joy is associated with the release of neurotransmitters such as dopamine, serotonin, and endorphins, which play a crucial role in regulating mood and promoting feelings of well-being. By understanding the mechanisms behind joy, we can better appreciate the profound impact that sources of happiness, like knitted positive potatoes, can have on our lives.

The Power of Positive Emotions

Positive emotions, including joy, play a significant role in shaping our overall well-being. Research has shown that experiencing frequent positive emotions is associated with numerous benefits, including improved physical health, enhanced resilience to stress, and greater satisfaction with life. Positive emotions also broaden our cognitive and behavioral repertoires, allowing us to think more creatively, problem-solve more effectively, and build stronger social connections. By incorporating sources of positivity into our lives, such as knitted positive potatoes, we can cultivate a more joyful and fulfilling existence.

Knitted Positive Potatoes: Seeds of Joy

Now, let's turn our attention to the stars of the show – knitted positive potatoes. With their endearing smiles and whimsical charm, these delightful creations have captured the hearts of many, serving as constant reminders of the beauty and wonder of life. Knitted positive potatoes embody the essence of joy, radiating positivity and warmth wherever they go. Whether displayed on a desk, tucked into a bag, or gifted to a friend, these charming potatoes sow seeds of joy wherever they are found.

The Science of Smiling

It's often said that smiles are contagious, and the science backs it up. Research has shown that the act of smiling, whether genuine or forced, can have a profound impact on our mood and well-being. When we smile, our brain releases endorphins and other feel-good chemicals, leading to an immediate boost in mood and a reduction in stress levels. Furthermore, smiling is inherently social – when we smile at others, they are more likely to smile back, creating a positive feedback loop of happiness and connection. Knitted positive potatoes, with their perpetual smiles, serve as constant reminders to smile and spread joy wherever we go.

The Ripple Effect of Positivity

One of the most remarkable aspects of knitted positive potatoes is their ability to create a ripple effect of positivity. When we encounter these charming creations, we can't help but smile and feel uplifted. This positivity then spreads to those around us, creating a chain reaction of joy and happiness. Whether displayed in a public space or shared on social media, knitted positive potatoes have the power to touch the lives of countless individuals, inspiring smiles and brightening days. In this way, these delightful creations serve as catalysts for a more joyful and connected world.

Cultivating Joy in Everyday Life

Incorporating sources of joy into our daily lives is essential for nurturing our mental and emotional well-being. Knitted positive potatoes offer a simple yet powerful way to cultivate joy and spread positivity wherever we go. Whether through crafting our own potatoes, displaying them in our homes, or sharing them with others, we can harness the transformative power of joy and make a positive impact on ourselves and those around us. By sowing seeds of joy through small acts of kindness and positivity, we can create a brighter, happier world for all.

Conclusion: Embracing the Joy of Knitted Positive Potatoes

In conclusion, knitted positive potato are more than just charming crafts – they are seeds of joy that have the power to transform our lives and the world around us. Through their perpetual smiles and whimsical charm, these delightful creations remind us of the beauty and wonder of life, inspiring us to embrace joy in all its forms. By understanding the science behind joy and incorporating sources of positivity into our lives, we can cultivate a more joyful and fulfilling existence. So, let's embrace the joy of knitted positive potatoes and sow seeds of happiness wherever we go.

Deranged, Destitute, and Dishonest Dementia Dummy donnie j. dump Doesn't Get To Be The Republican Presidential Nominee Anymore…Mwahahahahahahahahaa!!! A March 18, 2024 Update For All Political Debate Lovers! Part 15/17

Earthquake: 2024-03-14 01:13:47 GMT+3 Jerusalem, Israel, 15:13:47 PDT Local Time Mirrormont, Washington

“Who has been unhooking the stars without my permission, and putting them on the table in the guise of candles?” ― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that receives it.” ― Edith Wharton

“Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.” ― Anne Frank

“Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surrounds us, or we light a candle to see by.” ― Madeleine L'Engle

“The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and science. He who knows it not and can no longer wonder, no longer feel amazement, is as good as dead, a snuffed-out candle.” ― Albert Einstein

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1766: Ecclesiastes 1:13 I set my mind to study and to probe with wisdom all that happens under the sun.--An unhappy business, that, which God gave men to be concerned with!

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1356: Nahum 1:12 Thus said the Lord: "Evan as they were full and many, Even so are they over and gone; As surely as I afflicted you, I will afflict you no more. Nahum 1:13 And now I will break off his yoke bar from you and burst your cords apart.

Colossians 1:13 For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, Colossians 1:14 in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.

1 Peter 1:13 Therefore, with minds that are alert and fully sober, set your hope on the grace to be brought to you when Jesus Christ is revealed at his coming.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 145: Exodus 15:13 In Your love You lead the people You redeemed; In Your strength You guide them to Your holy abode.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1624: Proverbs 15:13 A joyful heart makes a cheerful face; A sad heart makes a despondent mood.

John 15:13 There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.

Romans 15:13 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

2 John 1:6 Love means doing what God has commanded us, and he has commanded us to love one another, just as you heard from the beginning.

Matthew 2:7 Then Herod called for a private meeting with the wise men, and he learned from them the time when the star first appeared. Matthew 2:8 Then he told them, “Go to Bethlehem and search carefully for the child. And when you find him, come back and tell me so that I can go and worship him, too!”

1 John 1:6 So we are lying if we say we have fellowship with God but go on living in spiritual darkness; we are not practicing the truth. 1 John 1:7 But if we are living in the light, as God is in the light, then we have fellowship with each other, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, cleanses us from all sin.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1064: Jeremiah 22:13 Ha! he who builds his house with unfairness And his upperchambers with injustice, Who makes his fellow man work without pay And does not give him his wages.

Revelation 22:13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”

Matthew 4:5 Then the devil took him to the holy city and had him stand on the highest point of the Temple. Matthew 4:6 “If you are the Son of God,” he said, “throw yourself down. For it is written: “’He will command his angels concerning you, and they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.’” Matthew 4:7 Jesus answered him, “It is also written: ‘Do not put the Lord your God to the test.’”

Luke 4:5 Then the devil took him up and revealed to him all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time. Luke 4:6 “I will give you the glory of these kingdoms and authority over them,” the devil said, “because they are mine to give to anyone I please. Luke 4:7 I will give it all to you if you will worship me.” Luke 4:8 Jesus replied, “The Scriptures say, ‘You must worship the Lord your God and serve only him.’”

Earthquake: M 1.6 - 2.7 km (1.7 mi) WNW of Mirrormont, Washington

2024-03-13 22:13:47 (UTC) 47.468°N 122.031°W 4.7 km depth

In Log Cabin Reach Natural Area near Issaquah ("The sound of water birds") Creek, Cedar Grove Road SE, SE 148th Place, and 233rd Ave SE.

47.468°N

Strong's Concordance #47 abbir: angel, bull, chiefest, mighty one, stouthearted, strong one, valiant, knight Original Word: אַבִּיר

Strong's Concordance #468 Elitsur: From 'el and tsuwr; "G-d of (the) rock," "G-d of creation"; a Reubenite leader Original Word: אֱלִיצוּר

My Father is the G-d of creation: אַבִּי ר אֱלִ יצוּר

122.031°W

Strong's Concordance #122 adom: From 'adam; rosy -- red, ruddy. Original Word: אֱדֹם

Strong's Concordance #31 Abihud: From 'ab and howd; Father (i.e. Possessor) of renown; "My Father is majesty," a Benjamite Original Word: אֲבִיהוּד

A man is a Jew (Hebrew): אֱ דֹ ם אֲ בִיהוּד G-d is a Jew (Yiddish): אֱ דֹ ם אֲ בִיהוּד

My Father G-d created Adam in Judaism: אַבִּי ר אֱלִ יצוּר אֱדֹ םאֲ בִיהוּד

Log Cabin Reach Natural Area

January 10, 2022 (10th day) Duration: 2:32 (152 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpFStKMiWVw XpFStKMiWVw fikmpstvwwx 6+9+10+30+60+90+100+700+900+900+300=3105. 3105+152=3257. 3257+10=3267.

Strong's Concordance #3267 yaaz: to dare, venture, to be bold or obstinate; fierce, barbarous, arrogant Original Word: יָעַז

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 920 and 921: Isaiah 33:15 He who walks in righteousness, Speaks uprightly, Spurns profit from fraudulent dealings, Waves away a bribe instead of grasping it, Stops his ears against listening to infamy, Shuts his eyes against looking at evil-- Isaiah 33:16 Such a one shall dwell in lofty security, With inaccessible cliffs for his stronghold, With his food supplied And his drink assured. Isaiah 33:17 When your eyes behold a king in his beauty, When they contemplate the land round about, Isaiah 33:18 Your throat shall murmer in awe, "Where is one who could count? Where is one who could weigh? Where is one who could count [all those] towers?" Isaiah 33:19 No more shall you see the barbarian folk, The people of speech too obscure to comprehend, So stammering of tongue that they are not understood.

"…We will expel the wallmongers…" - Cognitively Crippled connie j. chump (March 2nd, 2024, Greensboro, North Carolina; after calling the J6 Insurrectionist Wallmongers "Hostages" and playing his insurrectionist version of the "National Anthem")

"…Three years ago, we were a great nation. And we will soon be a great nation again." - Cognitively Crippled connie j. chump (March 2nd, 2024, Greensboro, North Carolina; while sad violin music played and LIDDLE connie Cuck ugly cried while desperately begging Americans to vote for him)

The inauguration of Joe Biden as the 46th president of the United States took place on Wednesday, January 20, 2021, marking the start of the four-year term of Joe Biden as president and Kamala Harris as vice president. (Wikipedia)

Saturday, February 27, 2021: After debating it through Friday night, the House passes the $1.9 trillion American Rescue Plan Act by a vote of 220–211, in the early morning.

Saturday, March 6, 2021: After debating it through Friday night, the Senate passes the $1.9 trillion American Rescue Plan Act by a vote of 50–49, in the early morning.

Thursday, March 11, 2021: President Biden signs the American Rescue Plan into law. Vice President Harris swears in Merrick Garland as Attorney General. (Wikipedia)

"…Saudi Arabia and Russia will reebeedoog…gaaaahhhhh…" - Cognitively Crippled connie j. chump (March 2nd, 2024, Greensboro, North Carolina; as his face and eyes went blank and his mouth hung open and the sad violin and piano music background played…)

"…And putin, you know, has so little respect for Obama that he's starting to throw around the nuclear word today, you heard that, nuclear, he's starting to talk nuclear weapons today.." - Cognitively Crippled connie j. chump (March 2nd, 2024, Richmond, Virginia; and the crowd went from cheering to total silence…)

That anti-American cognitively crippled and treasonous cuck, fraud, habitual offender, and incestuous, pedophile groomer and serial rapist wants control over the United States military and nuclear arsenal so he can deploy all of that against the United States and any and all Real Americans who won't vote for him and his supporters, enablers, and donors to end American democracy. Not good…

Strong's Concordance #148 adargazar: from the same as 'iddar, and gzar; a chief diviner, judge, a counselor Original Word: אֲדרְגָּזֵר

Strong's Concordance #233 azay: from 'az; at that time -- then, in that case Original Word: אֲזַי

Kaleo - Way Down We Go

Published: May 24, 2016 (145th day) Duration: 3:35 (215 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-7IHOXkiV8 7IHOXkiV8 (7, 8) IHOXkiV hiikovx 8+9+9+10+50+700+300=1086. 1086+7+8=1101. 1101+215=1316. 1316+145=1461.

Strong's Concordance #1461 gub: to dig; husbandman; den, pit, hole Original Word: גּוּב

Acts 13:47 For this is what the Lord has commanded us: “’I have made you a light for the Gentiles, that you may bring salvation to the ends of the earth.’”

Mirrormont, Washington's name was inspired by the name of a villa in Casablanca, Morocco in North Africa called Villa Miramar, meaning “view of the sea.” (Mirrormont.org)

Casablanca is a 1942 American romantic drama film directed by Michael Curtiz and starring Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, and Paul Henreid. Filmed and set during World War II, it focuses on an American expatriate (Bogart) who must choose between his love for a woman (Bergman) and helping her husband (Henreid), a Czechoslovak resistance leader, escape from the Vichy-controlled city of Casablanca to continue his fight against the Germans/Nazis. (Wikipedia)

Casablanca - Trailer

Published: September 13, 2022 (256th day) Duration: 2:23 (143 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MF7JH_54d8c MF7JH_54d8c (7, 54, 8) MFJHdc cdfhjm 3+4+6+8+600+30=651. 651+7+54+8=720. 720+143=863. 863+256=1119.

Strong's Concordance #1119 bemo: in, with, by, etc. -- for, in, into, on, onto, through, in your, at you, with you, you with. Original Word: בְּמוֹ

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1423: Psalm 11:1 For the leader. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge; how can you say to me, "Take to the hills like a bird!" Psalm 11:2 For see, the wicked bend the bow, they set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright. Psalm 11:3 When the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous man do?" Psalm 11:4 The Lord is in His holy palace; the Lord--His throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His gaze searches mankind. Psalm 11:5 The Lord seeks out the righteous man, but loathes the wicked one who loves injustice. Psalm 11:6 He will rain down upon the wicked blazing coals and sulfur; a scorching wind shall be their lot. Psalm 11:7 For the Lord is righteous; He loves righteous deeds; the upright shall behold His face.

August 7, 1954 (Saturday) The last streetcars operate on the Altoona and Logan Valley Electric Railway in Altoona, Pennsylvania, USA. The Air Force School of Aviation Medicine at Randolph Field, Texas, receives the first specifically built space cabin simulator.

Logan - Trailer 2

Published: January 19, 2017 (19th day) Duration: 2:15 (135 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RH3OxVFvTeg RH3OxVFvTeg (3) RHOxVFvTeg efghortvvx 5+6+7+8+50+80+100+700+700+300=1956. 1956+3=1959. 1959+135=2094. 2094+19=2113.

Strong's Concordance #2113 zevaah: From zuwa'; agitation, horror, fear -- be removed, trouble, vexation, a trembling, an object of trembling or terror Original Word: זְוָעָה

Logan - Charles Xavier and Laura watching Shane

March 3, 2017 (62nd day) Duration: 3:29 (209 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmTVaGWIEu4 jmTVaGWIEu4 (4) jmTVaGWIEu aegijmtuvw 1+5+7+9+600+30+100+200+700+900=2552. 2552+4=2556. 2556+209=2765. 2765+62=2827.

Strong's Concordance #2827 chashal: failure, to shatter, to weaken, i.e. Crush -- subdue. Original Word: חֲשַׁל

MARRS - Pump Up The Volume

Published: March 11, 2009 (70th day) Duration: 4:07 (247 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9gOQgfPW4Y w9gOQgfPW4Y (9, 4) wgOQgfPWY fggopqwwy 6+7+7+50+60+70+900+900+400=2400. 2400+9+4=2413. 2413+247=2660. 2660+70=2730.

Strong's Concordance #2730 chared: From charad; anxious, fearful; also reverential -- afraid, trembling. Original Word: חָרֵד

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 1853 and 1854: Ezra 9:1 When this was over, the officers approached me, saying, "The people of Israel and the priests and Levites have not separated themselves from the peoples of the land whose abhorrent practices are like those of the Canaanites, the Hittites, the Perizzites, the Jebusites, the Ammonites, the Moabites, the Egyptians, and the Amorites. Ezra 9:2 They have taken their daughters as wibes for themselves and for their sons, so that the holy seed has become intermingled with the peoples of the land; and it is the officers and prefects who have taken the lead in ths trespass." Ezra 9:3 When I heard this, I rent my garment and robe, I tore hair out of my head and beard, and I sat desolate. Ezra 9:4 Around me gathered all who were concerned over the words of the God of Israel because of the returning exiles' trespass, while I sat desolate until the evening offering.

“Did anybody ever hear of the great Alphonse Capone, Al Capone, great, great head of the mafia, right? Mean, Scarface. He had a scar that went from here to here, and he didn't mind at all. But he was a rough guy.” “Now, I heard he was indicted once — a couple of people told me a few times more — but I was indicted four times. If he had dinner with you and if he didn’t like the way you smiled at him at dinner, he would kill you. You’d be dead. By the time you walked out of the nice restaurant, you would be dead. He got indicted once. I got indicted four times. Over bullshit, I got indicted.” - Deranged and Destitute Dishonest Dementia Dummy donnie j. dump (Reno, Nevada December 17, 2023)

Guardians of the Galaxy 2: Everyone's Laughing At "NEW CAPTAIN" taserface…

May 5, 2017 (125th day) Duration: 2:12 (132 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xbGv9vfhOY 4xbGv9vfhOY (4, 9) xbGvvfhOY bfghovvxy 2+6+7+8+50+700+700+300+400=2173. 2173+4+9=2186. 2186+132=2318. 2318+125=2443.

Strong's Concordance #2443 chakkah: a hook, fishhook Original Word: חַכָּה

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1364: Habakkuk 1:14 You have made mankind like the fish of the sea, Like creeping things that have no ruler. Habakkuk 1:15 He has fished them all up with a line, Pulled them up in his trawl, And gathered them in his net. That is why he rejoices and is glad. Habakkuk 1:16 That is why he sacrifices to his trawl And makes offerings to his net; For through them his portion is rich Anjd his nourishment fat. Habakkuk 1:17 Shall he then keep emptying his trawl, And slaying nations without pity?

February 12, 1933: “Bloody Sunday” riots in Berlin lead to the death of one Communist and injuries to hundreds of other citizens, including Jews. Source: https://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/holocaust-chronology-of-1933

February 12, 1933: The first offense to fall under the new U.S. Federal Kidnapping Act took place in Denver, when wealthy stockbroker Charles Boettcher II was abducted from his home and held hostage by Verne Sankey and Gordon Alcorn. Boettcher was released after payment of a $60,000 ransom. His captors became the subject of a nationwide manhunt and were captured in 1934. Sankey committed suicide while waiting to be arraigned, and Alcorn was sentenced to life in prison. (Wikipedia)

February 12, 1938: Austrian chancellor Schuschnigg traveled to meet with Hitler. Schuschnigg expected to discuss the tensions between Austria and Germany. But Hitler was ready to take full control of Austria. He made a series of demands that included the following: Austria’s foreign and military policies were to be coordinated with Germany’s; Austrian Nazi Arthur Seyss-Inquart was to be placed in charge of policing and security matters; Austrian Nazis who had been imprisoned by the Austrian government were to be amnestied. Hitler used the presence of several German generals to intimidate Schuschnigg. Schuschnigg gave in and signed the agreement. Named after the town where it was signed, this agreement is known as the Berchtesgaden Agreement. It undermined Austrian sovereignty and independence. Source: https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/article/nazi-territorial-aggression-the-anschluss

February 12, 1945: The Treaty of Varkiza was signed in which the Greek resistance agreed to disarm and relinquish control of all the territory it occupied in exchange for legal recognition, free elections, and the removal of Nazi collaborators from the armed forces and police. (Wikipedia)

April 9, 1938: Hitler spoke in Vienna to a national audience on the eve of the referendum on the Anschluss, making a final appeal to vote in its favor. "Do you agree with the reunification of Austria with the German Reich that was enacted on 13 March 1938 and do you vote for the party of our leader Adolf Hitler?" According to some Gestapo reports, only a quarter to a third of Austrian voters in Vienna were in favour of the Anschluss, while in most rural areas, especially in Tyrol, the support for the Anschluss was even lower. (Wikipedia)

April 9, 1945: On April 9, the Nazis put to death Georg Elser, the cabinetmaker whose bomb placed in Munich’s Bürgerbräukeller just missed killing Hitler on November 8, 1939 (the dictator abruptly departed the commemoration of the Beer Hall Putsch minutes before the device detonated). Elser, who had only recently been transferred to Dachau after spending much of the war in the Sachsenhausen concentration camp, was executed with a shot in the back of the neck on the orders of Heinrich Himmler. Source: https://www.nationalww2museum.org/war/articles/last-days-dachau-concentration-camp

It really is true that "Trash Always Takes Itself Out If You Just Wait For It" and "Everything Works Out Okay in The End. If It's Not Okay, It's Not The End."

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TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1430: Psalm 18:34 who made my legs like a deer's, and let me stand firm on the heights;

Strong's Concordance #56 abal: to bewail -- lament, mourn. Original Word: אָבַל

Touch: "Pilot" (alternatively "Tales of the Red Thread") is the first episode of Touch. It originally aired in a special preview event held January 25, 2012, on FOX.

"Today we'll send over 300 billion e-mails 19 billion text messages. Yet we'll still feel alone. The average person will say 2,250 words to 7.4 other individuals. Will these words be used to hurt or to heal? The ratio is always the same. 1 to 1.618, over and over and over again. The patterns are hidden in plain sight. You just have to know where to look. Things most people see as chaos actually follow subtle laws of behavior. Galaxies, plants, seashells. The patterns never lie. But only some of us can see how the pieces fit together. 7,080,360,000 of us live on this tiny planet. This is the story of some of those people. There's an ancient Chinese myth about the Red Thread of Fate. It says the gods have tied a red thread around every one of our ankles and attached it to all the people whose lives we're destined to touch. This thread may stretch, or tangle, but it'll never break. It's all predetermined by mathematical probability, and it's my job to keep track of those numbers, to make the connections for those who need to find each other, the ones whose lives need to touch. I was born 4,161 days ago, on October 26, 2000. I've been alive for 11 years, 4 months, 21 days and 14 hours. And in all that time I've never said a single word." - Jake/Jacob/Israel Bohm

October 26, 2000: Strong's Concordance #4161 motsa: a place or act of going forth, issue, export, source, spring, growing place, a mine. Original Word: מוֹצָא

A Web search leads Jake's father, Martin, to the Teller Institute, a rundown home at 318 West Tesla Street. Arthur Teller explains that, on his own, Jake discovered the Fibonacci sequence, a mathematical ratio concerning patterns repeated in nature: a wave's curve, a shell's spiral, segments of a pineapple. Jake sees vast connections that amount to road maps, and it's Martin's job, his destiny, to follow them for Jake.

"Imagine the unspeakable beauty of the universe he sees! No wonder he doesn't talk." - Arthur Teller on Jacob/Israel Bohm

In the 2012 television series Touch, season 1, episode 9, "Music of the Spheres", Jacob "Jake" Bohm, a mute boy who mysteriously feels the suffering of those along his path and aims to positively adjust their fates, is revealed as possibly one of the "Lamed Vav Tzadikim" by a Hasidic man. In the second season of Touch, Jake and other people who have special gifts are referred to as members of the 36; throughout the episodes they are exploited for their capabilities and are hunted down by one who believes they hold too much power. The final episode features consideration of the Kabbalah and the mystical roots of the legend of the 36.

Lamedvavnik (Yiddish: למד־װאָװניק), is the Yiddish term for one of the 36 humble righteous ones or Tzadikim mentioned in kabbalah or Jewish mysticism. According to this teaching, at any given time there are at least 36 holy persons in the world who are Tzadikim. These holy people are hidden; i.e., nobody knows who they are. According to some versions of the story, they themselves may not know who they are.

For the sake of these 36 hidden saints, God preserves the world even if the rest of humanity has degenerated to the level of total barbarism. This is similar to the story of Sodom and Gomorrah in the Hebrew Bible, where God told Abraham that he would spare the city of Sodom if there was a quorum of at least 10 righteous men. Since nobody knows who the Lamedvavniks are, not even themselves, every Jew should act as if he or she might be one of them; i.e., lead a holy and humble life and pray for the sake of fellow human beings.

It is also said that one of these 36 could potentially be the Jewish Messiah if the world is ready for them to reveal themselves. Otherwise, they live and die as an ordinary person. Whether the person knows they are the potential Messiah is debated. (Wikipedia)

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TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Pages 870 and 871: Isaiah 11:1 But a shoot shall grow out of the stump of Jesse, A twig shall sprout from his stock. Isaiah 11:2 The spirit of the Lord shall alight upon him: A spirit of wisdom and insight, A spirit of counsel and valor, A spirit of devotion and reverence for the Lord. Isaiah 11:3 He shall sense the truth by his reverence for the Lord; He shall not judge by what his eyes behold, Nor decide by what his ears perceive. Isaiah 11:4 Thus he shall judge the poor with equity And decide with justice for the lowly of the land. He shall strike down a land with the rod of his mouth And slay the wicked with the breath of his lips. Isaiah 11:5 Justice shall be the girdle of his loins, And faithfulness the girdle of his waist. Isaiah 11:6 The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, The leopard lie down with the kid; the calf, the beast of prey, and the fatling together, With a little boy to herd them. Isaiah 11:7 The cow and the bear shall graze, Their young shall lie down together; And the lion, like the ox, shall eat straw. Isaiah 11:8 A babe shall play Over a viper's hole, And an infant shall pass his hand Over an adder's den. Isaiah 11:9 In all of My sacred mount Nothing evil or vile shall be done; For the land shall be filled with devotion to the Lord As water covers the sea. Isaiah 11:10 In that day, The stock of Jesse that has remained standing Shall become a standard to peoples--Nations shall seek his counsel And his abode shall be honored.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1053: Jeremiah 17:13 O Hope of Israel! O Lord! All who forsake You shall be put to shame, Those in the land who turn from You Shall be doomed men, For they have forsaken the Lord, The Fount of living waters.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1459: Psalm 39:7 Man walks about as a mere shadow; mere futility is his hustle and bustle, amassing and not knowing who will gather in. Psalm 39:8 What, then, can I count on, O Lord? In You my hope lies.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1616: Proverbs 10:28 The righteous can look forward to joy, But the hope of the wicked is doomed. Proverbs 10:29 The way of the Lord is a stronghold for the blameless, But a ruin for evildoers.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1617: Proverbs 11:7 At death the hopes of a wicked man are doomed, And the ambition of evil men comes to nothing.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1620: Proverbs 13:12 Hope deferred sickens the heart, But desire realized is a tree of life.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1678: Job 14:7 There is hope for a tree; If it is cut down it will renew itself; Its shoots will not cease.

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

"For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone." - Audrey Hepburn

"The words of kindness are more healing to a drooping heart than balm or honey." - Sarah Fielding

"No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world." - Robin Williams

"Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill." - Buddha

"The language of friendship is not words but meanings." - Henry David Thoreau

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Strong's Concordance #4039 megillah: a scroll; reveal, revelation Original Word: מְגִלָּה

The 5th of Av 5783/August 9, 2024: Earthquakes in Various Places, Love, Renewal, Freedom, and the 218 year anniversary of the revelation of the Megillat Setorim (“Scroll of Hidden Things”.

What One Rabbi Said About Messiah Was So Shocking His Words Were Hidden For 200 Years. Now, Find Out the Truth Adam Eliyahu Berkowitz Biblical News August 11, 2016 4 min read

A highly secret teaching from one of the most renowned Jewish scholars and thinkers in Jewish history is slowly becoming known, revealing shocking details about the character of Messiah which are so explosive that they were hidden, in code, for over two centuries. Megillat Setorim (“Scroll of Hidden Things”) has been a secret of the Breslov branch of Orthodox Judaism for over 200 years. It was revealed by the revered Rebbe (Rabbi) Nachman, the founder of the movement, exactly 210 years ago, on the fifth day of the month of Av in 1806, to two disciples during a long carriage ride in Ukraine. Some of Rebbe Nachman’s teachings were recorded by his students in hints and code, though he forbade them from passing on his words, and collected into the first manuscript of Megillat Setorim. After death of the rabbi’s disciples, the manuscript was allegedly lost, though many believe it was purposefully hidden in order to prevent it being sought after and revealed.

“Rebbe Nachman did not want the Megillat Setorim publicized,” Rabbi Gedalia Fleer, who plays an important part in the history of the scroll, told Breaking Israel News. “Reading it is not enough. Interpreting it is another issue entirely.”

In 1963, Rabbi Fleer became the first Western Jew to visit the gravesite of Rebbe Nachman in Uman, Ukraine, where a Russian Jew entrusted him with the manuscript.

Rabbi Fleer brought the coded manuscript to a rabbi in Jerusalem who knew the secrets of how to read and translate the encrypted text. After initial reluctance, the rabbi taught the secret writings to Rabbi Fleer, forbidding him from taking notes or recording the lessons. Since then, and very slowly, the hidden writings have spread.

Rabbinical interpretation of what Megillat Setorim says about Messiah will upset most preconceived ideas about the man who will bring redemption.

Though “Rebbe Nachman says very little about the Messiah,” said Rabbi Fleer, “What he does say in Megillat Setorim is that when he comes, he is not going to appear like we think he will. People are going to look at him and say, ‘That’s the Moshiach (Messiah)?!’

“It seems to be that he is not going to dress in a rabbinic manner, and he is going to be a young man and not an old man with a long beard.”

Rabbi Fleer went on to warn that Rebbe Nachman’s disciples did not believe anyone should anticipate or try to guess at the coming of the Messiah.

“Messiah is going to come by hesech ha’daat (inadvertently). If you think he is going to come at a certain time in a certain way, then he won’t come. That’s why Breslov Hasidut (Hasidism) doesn’t delve into the subject very much,” he explained.

Dr. Zvi Mark, chairman for the study of Hasidism at Bar-Ilan University, became the first person to make the Megillat Setorim accessible to the general public when he published The Scroll of Secrets – The Hidden Messianic Vision of R. Nahman of Bratslav.

According to Dr. Mark, the Messiah is described in the teachings as a man of enlightenment and art. The secret scroll even sheds light on the sequence of events in the Messiah’s lifetime.

“Megillat Setorim describes the Messiah as conquering the world without firing even a single bullet,” Dr. Mark explained to Breaking Israel News. “He is described as an innovator of wisdom, medicine, and music. A character who deals in making peace between Israel and embodies religious leadership also to the nations of the world.

“Although initially the Messiah will not be acknowledged, Megillat Setorim is writing about when he is young, less than 12 years old,” Dr. Mark continued. “But later, when he is older, he will be recognized by all of Israel as a rabbi and scholar, and then he will begin to act as the Messiah.

“Not in Megillat Setorim, but in other places, Rabbi Natan writes that he understood from his teacher Rebbe Nachman that the War of Gog and Magog would not be a physical war, but a spiritual and cultural war.

“The Megilla itself is a wonderful vision of the order of the coming of the righteous redeemer, whose influence is spiritual rather than military, and the revolution he brings to the world will be spiritual, increasing wisdom, and empowering the place of music in human culture.”

The Power of Happy Colors: Brightening Your Online World for Free

In the vast landscape of the internet, where words, images, and interactions meld together to create our digital experiences, colors play a significant role. They evoke emotions, set tones, and even influence decisions. Among the myriad of hues, there's a special category that stands out: happy colors. These vibrant, lively shades have the remarkable ability to uplift spirits, energize minds, and spread positivity. happy color online free without downloading

In a world where online interactions have become increasingly prevalent, infusing your digital spaces with happy colors can transform your online experience from mundane to joyful. The best part? You can harness the power of happy colors for free, enriching your online world with vibrancy and optimism.

The Science Behind Happy Colors

Colors have a profound impact on human psychology and emotions. Research in color psychology suggests that certain colors can evoke specific feelings and responses. Happy colors, such as bright yellows, cheerful oranges, vibrant greens, and lively blues, are known for their ability to create feelings of joy, optimism, and vitality.

These colors stimulate the brain, increase energy levels, and promote a sense of well-being. They can evoke memories of sunshine, blooming flowers, and clear blue skies, instantly lifting moods and dispelling gloom. In the digital realm, where interactions are often devoid of tangible sensations, the right choice of colors can recreate these positive experiences, fostering a more enjoyable online environment.

Infusing Your Digital Spaces with Happy Colors

Bringing happy colors into your online world doesn't have to be a daunting task. From social media profiles to websites and digital presentations, there are numerous opportunities to incorporate these cheerful hues:

Website Design: If you own a website or blog, consider integrating happy colors into your design scheme. Choose vibrant hues for backgrounds, buttons, and call-to-action elements to create an inviting and engaging user experience.

Social Media Presence: Update your social media profiles with colorful banners, vibrant profile pictures, and eye-catching graphics. Use cheerful colors in your posts and stories to capture attention and convey positivity to your audience.

Digital Presentations: Whether you're creating slides for work, school, or personal projects, incorporate happy colors into your presentations. Use colorful backgrounds, text overlays, and graphics to make your content visually appealing and memorable.

Email Marketing: If you're sending out newsletters or promotional emails, leverage happy colors to grab recipients' attention and convey a sense of enthusiasm and positivity.

Free Resources for Happy Colors

Fortunately, you don't need a hefty budget to infuse your digital spaces with happy colors. There are plenty of free resources available online that offer a wide range of vibrant hues:

Color Palette Generators: Websites like Coolors, Adobe Color, and Canva offer free tools for generating custom color palettes. Explore various combinations of happy colors and find the perfect palette for your digital projects.

Stock Photo Libraries: Many stock photo websites provide free collections of high-quality images featuring vibrant and cheerful colors. Unsplash, Pexels, and Pixabay are excellent resources for finding colorful visuals to enhance your online content.

Graphic Design Software: Platforms like Canva and GIMP offer free graphic design software with built-in tools for creating colorful graphics, social media posts, and digital artwork.

Open-Source Icons and Illustrations: Websites like Flaticon, Freepik, and OpenClipart offer vast collections of free icons and illustrations in a variety of styles and colors. Use these resources to add visual interest to your digital projects without breaking the bank.

Conclusion

In a digital landscape often characterized by noise and distraction, happy colors stand out as beacons of positivity and joy. By incorporating vibrant hues into your online world, you can create a more uplifting and engaging experience for yourself and those around you. happy color online free without downloading Whether you're designing a website, crafting social media content, or preparing a digital presentation, embracing happy colors is a simple yet powerful way to spread cheer and brighten your online journey. And the best part? It doesn't cost a thing. So why wait? Let the colors of happiness illuminate your digital realm today!

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be source of your joy.

…Discover the profound impact of smiles on your overall joy and well-being! In this exploration of the "smile source of your joy," we delve into the science behind the power of smiling and its direct correlation to increased happiness. Uncover the psychological benefits that a simple smile can bring, from reducing stress to fostering positive connections. Join the movement towards a happier life by embracing the beauty of genuine smiles. Let your joy radiate as you learn how this small yet mighty gesture can elevate your mood and positively influence those around you. Unlock the secrets to a brighter, more joyful existence through the transformative power of smiles. Spread positivity, share your smile stories, and be part of the happiness revolution! #SmileJoy #HappinessRevolution #SmileScience #JoyfulLiving #PositivityPower #SmileSource #HappyVibes #SpreadHappinessNow

Heyyyy readers!! The final, and most important topic that I’d like to touch on in our discussion of becoming our best selves, and that is a lesson in kindness. While it may sound cliche (I’m sure we are ALL familiar with the Golden Rule), treating the people around us with kindness is hands down the best thing we can do for ourselves. Not only are we bettering the world around us through the spread of small joyful acts, but we are actually providing ourselves with benefit as well. Making others feel good makes US feel good. In environments where we are consistently meeting new people, interacting with others on a daily basis, and establishing relationships with peers, kindness is the most important characteristic we should aim to embody.

Our world is filled with so much bad, so many negative things broadcasted at us from every angle imaginable. While looking at the big picture is overwhelming and depressing, what a lot of the media fails to discuss is the small joys that humans are able to bring each other daily. The neighbor who compliments your outfit, the stranger who opens the door, the coworker who flashes you a quick smile between meetings. Whether it is realized or not, the small things we do for others have a big impact. By spreading little joys frequently, we are projecting positive vibes largely. For a feel-good read on the kind acts of strangers, check out the Reader’s Digest piece below.

Being kind does not only benefit those around us. Displays of kindness toward others actually have proven benefits on our own selves as well. Kindness can actually boost neurotransmitters in our brains that make us feel good about ourselves, in the process of making others feel good. For anyone interested in the specific scientific side of kindness, I’ve linked two medical articles below for more information!!

Kind people tend to have more self-satisfaction, contentment, and love for themselves. Isn’t that funny, how loving others helps us love ourselves? (See previous post for more info on self love😉) In our ever-changing journey to our best selves, what better way to cleanse our hearts than to lift others up. Becoming your best self is NOT limited to you makeup, hair, and clothes. While those things can be important, and can help you to feel your best, your inward appearance leaves a far more lasting impact that any material item ever could. After all, people will not remember what you owned, or what you wore, but how you treated them. So be KIND!!

I hope that this blog has helped you, dear reader, to become your best self. Whether that be finding your style, your favorite way to decompress and spend time with yourself, or even learning a few manner tips, I hope that this blog has been insightful and encouraging. If we want to change the world, we have to start with ourselves.

Thanks for reading!!! XOXO Coleman💞💞

Here’s to the BEST YOU!!

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Achieve an elevated level of comfort and optimized energy flows from vastu compliant interiors

We all are sentimental about the way our homes look and feel. Our preferences and aspirations from interior design and decor vary from minimalistic to traditionally styled, industrial to country rustic and some prefer a nautical décor as well. Among all the forms and styles of interior designing, the prime considerations remain comfort, aesthetics, ergonomics as well as practicality.   

But what about the preferences of optimized energy flow and spiritual vibes?                

A traditional science focused on interior architecture optimization based upon the cardinal directions and major elements, Vastu Shastra balances the overall architecture for promoting positive energy flows through living spaces while alleviating the build up of harmful energy.   

While predominantly an imperative feature in Indian architecture, Vastu Shastra is applicable to interior design as well and impacts the life and experiences you cherish indoors. Kuvio Studio, the top Interior Architects Designers Bangalore through an optimized Vastu-inspired interior arrangement help spread positive energies while mitigating negative force flows.     

While contemporary interior design calls for a minimalistic and sustainable approach to decoration, you can achieve Vastu optimization through small and effective steps and have your home be Vastu complaint.               

Integrating Vastu with modern interior design to attract positive energy for joyful living experiences         

The overlapping of the following key determinants makes your beloved dwelling be in a perfect tune with the Vastu Shastra guidelines -       

The four cardinal directions of North, South, East and West.       

And five major elements which include Earth, Air, Water, Fire and Space. 

Here is how you can include simple steps to make your home Vatu compliant for delivering a joyful spark -         

Always prefer light color hues for the living spaces as they help attract positive vibes.     

You must avoid south entrance for your home. Always ensure that the entrance is in the north or east direction.       

The southern and western corners of the living room are ideal for placing furniture.      

Avoid having a beam or girder run across the living room ceiling. As these structural members carry heavy loads, sitting under the same can cause stress in life.       

The north-east corner of drawing rooms, lobbies and even bedrooms must be kept clean and clutter free.      

Radiate immense positivity by decorating interiors with lively, nature-inspired and scenic paintings instead of artworks that depict tragedy.       

Heavy ceiling hangings such as chandeliers of fans must be slightly off-set towards west, not too much to disturb symmetry and also not too little to disrupt Vastu compliance.    

The bedroom walls or ceiling must be colored with slightly saturated hues of green, pink or yellow.       

Avoid negative energy influence and attract positive vibes by replacing artificial plants with natural flora and fauna features.        

Always try to make the north-west cornet of lobbies and guest rooms naturally well-lit and airy. You must seat your guest in this spot.    

The bulky furniture including the bed must be slightly offset and never at the exact center position.         

Position the bed with head facing the east direction.         

Avoid placing mirrors in bedroom and instead have the same in dedicated dressing rooms.    

Avoid black color walls in kitchens. Vivid hues in subtle shades must be a preference.     

Prefer having a dedicated puja room in the house. It must be situated in the north or eastern direction.    

Health, prosperity, joy and vitality are served in abundance if you follow the Vastu inspired interior décor and design served by the creative team at Kuvio Studio, Famous Interior Designers in Bangalore

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His Lies

Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader

You’ve been married to Erwin for some joyful time, eager to have a child and broaden the family. However…

Tags: Spoilers for S1-S3, Angst, Hurt, Pregnancy, Lemon

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A/N: This is my first angst drabble!

             Pants and heavy breathing filled the bedroom, growing quieter as the sounds of the bedposts hitting the wall and hip thrusting had come to a halt. Your knees gave out minutes ago, now only being supported by your husband’s firm hand lifting your hip.

           You’d lost count on how many times you had climaxed, senses and memories growing fuzzy from hours of play. You collapsed onto the sheets as Erwin rubbed your back. He has also released inside you a couple of times, leaving you full of his seed, too full, even, as it was overflowing and dripping out your pussy.

           As he pulled out, the gush of sperm spilled also, leaving him displeased and pushing them back in with his fingers. After he was satisfied, he lowered himself and kissed you on the nape lovingly.

           “Are you alright, my dear?”

           “Mm-hm,” you nodded weakly with your head on a pillow, muttering under your breath, “I love you.”

           “I love you, too,” he said as he got up and began to clean the mess.

           The two of you had been trying for a child for some time, feeling that you both were ready for the responsibility. That wish, however, had not yet been granted upon, leaving you in tears one time because of it, but Erwin was insistent.

           His blue eyes shone with thrill when you told him you were pregnant the next week. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in, enveloping you into a bear hug. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was happy, maybe even in tears.

           “I knew this’d happen. You’d be such a great mommy, and I’ll never leave your side.”

           “Erwin,” you chuckled. “Thanks, but you have a job.”

           “I’ll still be there for you. I can’t wait for them to be born, and teach them everything I know,” he tightened his hug. “I love both of you.”

           The months passed, not only with your baby bump growing, but with surprising advancements of the survey corps. News spread like wildfire of the Jaeger boy who plugged Wall Rose and later fought the Female Titan, leaving the interior in pieces and Erwin disappearing for weeks. Each time he got home he kissed you and made sure of your comfort, then talked about the revelations the survey corps had made and his theories. You always enjoyed listening to him, feeling as if his wit could pour down onto you. Each revelation was baffling, and at times brought more questions than answers. But the worst one was when your husband came home missing an arm. That was the first flag his job as a commander had put up, striking you with terror of the dangers he’s always gambled his life onto.

           But of course, you had to be strong for him. That night, you wrapped a blanket around the two-three of you- and cuddled with him after so many nights of worry, wondering if your husband had survived the expedition. The news came late to you that he’d been tortured by the Military Police. It was heart crushing, but he looked at you and smiled, saying that he was one step closer towards the truth, after overthrowing the corrupt government.

           “It’s okay,” he smiled. “If it meant our girl would be born with no mysteries left to crack, no more lies to uncover.”

           You shook your head sternly. “Or boy.”

           “It’s a suggestion.”

           He held your hand and said, “We’ll be there for them, you know? We’ll see them laugh and cry. We’ll send them to their first day of school. And if it’d be a ‘her’... I’d walk her down the aisle, one day.”

           After a couple weeks, you began to feel heavy and struggled doing daily things. Erwin was busy with plans and advancements of, well, his career, but he always made time for you, spending more time at home than usual, kissing your tummy and talking to the baby as if it could hear him, leaping in joy whenever you said there was a kick. You wondered if he was overwhelmed with everything happening.

           Doctor checkups began and became more regular as you were close to labor. The lack of technology and science at the time meant the doctors could not predict the exact due date, but they can have a pretty accurate guess. They advised you to stay at the hospital for two weeks in case of contractions.

           Erwin always made time to visit you at the hospital during nighttime, managing his time quite well between work and family. He gave his all to comfort you as the time grows nearer, worrying each passing day if the contractions would come.

           But during your labor, it was a shame he was at work, too far to reach. You had to endure the pain, the burn, the stretch alone, with only doctors and nurses around you, repeating the same orders over and over again.

           “Breathe, push, breathe, push.”

           It was torture. Your back and lower abdomen ached, the stretch burned and pressured your pelvis. Controlling yourself not to scream and instead, take deep breaths was near impossible given the growing ache. As if the physical torment wasn’t enough, to top it off, you had no one to give you emotional comfort and support at the time, not even your husband. Perhaps it would’ve been less excruciating had he been there, giving you a hand to squeeze mercilessly.

           The tears of the tiny baby helped you forget the pain after it was pushed out of your uterus. You cradled him in your arms after he was wrapped in a blanket. The prospect of being a mother, the dream you’ve always had in the back of your mind for years, was relieving, joyful, and sad at the same time. You held your baby close as if it was the most important thing to you, and it was, and it always will be.

           “Do you want to name it now, ma’am?” one of the doctors asked you.

           “No… not until my husband comes.”

           “We’ve sent for his office, he should be here as soon as the message gets to him.”

           The doctors left the room after everything was set, leaving you alone with your son. Tears of joy streamed down your face as you held him close, kissing the little face and hands gently as you waited for Erwin, unable to contain your joy, not knowing how you would phrase the words to break the news to him.

           You recalled the last time you saw your husband. It was just yesterday, the night before your labor.

           That one particular night¸ as always, Erwin had sat next to you by the hospital bed. He held your hand, listening to you talk about your day at the hospital, how bored you were, and how you wished the baby would come sooner so that you could get out and get on with your life.

           “What do you think we should name it?” you asked him.

           “You carried her for nine months, you should name her,” he replied.

           “I carried him for nine months, the least you could do, my love, is save me the trouble of thinking about names.”

           He chuckles, listing some names he’d thought of and the meaning and philosophy behind them. His voice was dreamy, and you were really grateful to be able to hear that voice almost every day since you were married. The night stirred, and you began to yawn.

           “Are you staying here for the night?” you asked him.

           He froze quite still for a second.

           “…No.”

           The answer was never shocking, but also never failed to disappoint you. It was engraved onto your brain that ‘no’ meant he had an expedition to go on to. It was hard, and almost crazy that this had to happen in an interval so near to your still unpredicted labor.

           “We’re retaking Wall Maria tomorrow,” he said.

           If only you'd known what that meant.

A Real Life Mass Effect Love Story, shared on N7 Day 2021

This is the story of how my boyfriend introduced me to Mass Effect, and how--after a mental health crisis interrupted my first playthrough of the trilogy--I returned to it (thanks to the recent Legendary Edition) and that same partner [evolved from bf to: spouse!] helped me finish the trilogy for the first time; now he reads my ME fanfiction every weekend with me...💕

[Bonus cute handfasting pics at the end for those who read thru this dorky gaming anecdote]

So, it's early 2015: I graduated from college less than a year before. I was working part-time and lived with my boyfriend and his long-time roommate. We'd been together for a little over a year at that point. Playing games together was/is one of our main shared hobbies. (He was excited to get his PS3 back from repair when we met because the recent remaster of the DuckTales game had just come out on PSN.) I had missed the Mass Effect Trilogy entirely. I knew of it vaguely, but was unfamiliar with Bioware. My partner knew me and my love of science fiction (SF). He owned a physical copy of ME1 and suggested I play it after I finished whatever RPG I was playing at the time.

Once I got to the Citadel the first time and spoke to the volus and elcor ambassadors, I was HOOKED. I wasn't a fan of shooters (and remain reticent to play them) but role playing as a powerful "psychic" woman in a space opera invested in talking about alien politics? Sign. Me. UP.

I wilted sadly when my excitement over dating Tali was dashed with a two-for-one disappointment my bf had to break to me: (1) the ONLY non-human romance option in the first game is Liara; and (2) Tali is ONLY romanceable by Sheploo. (As a bisexual, I sensed Tali's kinship. Years later, I discovered she WAS intended to be bi, but the weird morality panic that FOX / conservative news shoved at Bioware, after a PG-13 lesbian scene involving Liara became public knowledge, led the developers to run with more cowardice in the second game when it came to queer characters and romance scenes. Bi Tali and Pan Jack were intended to be canon.)

I decided to go for Liara, because of course. Why would I want a HUMAN?! (I have the maturity to now admit I am a shameless alienfucker & monsterfucker.) Kicked Ashley out on Virmire (only now doing a playthrough to appreciate her) and had my bf help me be sure Wrex survived. I liked Garrus though steered him more in the paragon direction of my Shep (and general morality when playing games).

When I beat ME1, my bf was EXTREMELY EXCITED. "Mass Effect 2 is one of, if not my, favorite game of all time. I played it a shameful amount of times," he admitted. Our roommate agreed and teased that they could probably recite several dialogue trees from memory just through osmosis of sharing living room space when he played on console. (He played the trilogy as they were released--and so, to prepare for the third and final game, and knowing the series was known for its branching storylines and consequential choices, he made over 12 distinct save files with varied choices, including an everyone dies in the Suicide Mission save.)

When Garrus *fucking* Vakarian sighed, man spread his digitigrade legs, and spoke in that joyful but tired dual-tone as he reunited with Shepard...WELP, I prayed the goddess would forgive me for having to break up with Liara. (But really, let's blame all these games for refusing to engage in ethical polyamory. Fools.)

As many first timers, I was FLOORED by the opening of ME2. Like..what? ...w a t ??!? Shortly after Shep woke, I just turned to my boyfriend, PS3 controller in my hand, and shouted: WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?! I was ~feral~ for my crew. My partner, bless him, did *not* spoil who Archangel was, but he *did* have to push me to do that dossier mission first in order to sate my unease being on a HUMAN SUPREMACIST SHIP with STRANGERS (except for Joker, the one joy I had). (Also bless my partner for urging me to let myself indulge in renegade replies sometimes by explaining the morality system better, cause there's such good content in the renegade stuff and also fuck Cerberus.)

I continued playing, but would stop suddenly after recruiting Kasumi Goto. It wasn't the fault of the game; I was really enjoying it. I was eager to get Tali and Liara (though was sad Liara wasn't a squadmate) while my bf quietly vibrated excitedly in anticipation of seeing my reaction to Legion. (We both ADORE robots / AI / synthetics in fiction, and as an IT guy, he found how the geth are written to be very compelling and thoughtful artificial intelligence in SF.) However, a mental health crisis derailed everything.

One hospitalization later, I had no job, new medications, a place on a therapist's wait-list, and a list of activities I once enjoyed that no longer gave me happiness. Game Grumps provided some of the only bits of comic relief I enjoyed besides the comfort I still got from my bf and roommate. (A fun[?] fact: when our front door broke on a -20°F blustery day, the landlord came over and made jokes about the Fire Code where he put the insurance issues ABOVE our lives as priority, laughed it off when called out by my bf, and then chided us about the lease while I was freezing and having a panic attack; we had to huddle at a nearby Dunkin's for warmth while he shoddily put plexiglass on our door as our poor cats hid from him and the cold.)

Eventually, I crawled from that crisis thanks to a personal support network and having insurance through my dad's work as a letter carrier. Medical and student debt were accruing, but I still had privileges that helped me through.

But...for a long time, returning to ME2 only reminded me of that awful time. Eventually, the years passed where I felt I'd rather restart the trilogy than pick up from my old save file. We’d have to fiddle with the consoles currently hooked up to do so; it seemed to much of a hassle. But then...

Summer 2021: My partner and I have been married for 3 years now; I came out as non-binary 2 years ago, in part thanks to the huge support he gave me. I come to learn about the Mass Effect Legendary Edition available on the PS4. I struggled finishing my second semester of grad school (which has interesting problems thrown in due to the pandemic). My partner wants me to treat myself after I hand in my last final paper. When I mention that I heard about the ME:LE and am considering trying the trilogy again, he grins from ear to ear and eagerly supports my purchasing decision. 

It’s fun to get back into it, but I did not miss the Mako, the clunkier combat, and the more limited romance options again. I just really wanted to get back into ME2, but I needed to complete the trilogy, carrying over my data and everything. I make Scáthach Shepard, a sentinel spacer war hero. (How I role played her ultimately informed the Jane “just” Shepard of my main fic How to Love a Biotic God(dess).) I ask for my spouse’s help. He remembers how I roleplayed my paragon femshep and recalled all the important decisions I made in my first playthrough. (He does accidentally sacrifice the Council instead of saving them, though, and while I was upset at first, he really showed how it didn’t matter at all and now we flip off the council together.) With his help, we get through ME1 quickly but thoroughly.

I startup Mass Effect 2 and SPEEDRUN to Garrus. (I did romance Liara again for the first game, btw.) I am just like, "shut the fuck UP Jacob/Miranda, we are GOING to OMEGA!" (Apologies to Miranda...just Miranda.) My spouse is delighted watching me play his favorite game.

I quickly realize that, the only logical explanation I have for Shepard's penchant for speeches, talking to everyone about all the issues, and her plucky charisma that somehow translated well to a Quarian court martial is that she definitely, absolutely did Debate/Mock Council at the academy. (This headcanon becomes canon for my and my spouse when we watched Shepard, in ME3, yell at the quarians and the geth SO GOOD that she solves the SF alien version of the Israel/Palestine conflict.)

Shepard is a Debate Nerd. It is obvious.

When I begin the Garrus romance (after wanting to strangle him over his CaLiBrAtiOnS because ME2 really lacks the casual dialogue/banter of the other two games) I am immediately CHARMED. That line about him respecting Shepard more than anyone in the galaxy? Perfection. Iconic. I am DRENCHED. His worry over interspecies awkwardness? Not wanting to ruin his cornerstone friendship? His awkward euphemisms and flirtations? I ADORE THEM in part because I cannot help but think of my partner. I tease him about it--especially some of the lines he tried to use to be cool on our first date. Let's just say a Heat Sink euphemism would have been more tactful. xD

As my spouse expected, I LOVE Legion the moment I meet the geth prime unit. We talk at length about how the geth work as a society and just geek out over them generally. I don’t do a full “blind” playthrough because I refuse to lose a SINGLE crew member on the suicide mission. (My partner warned me about an eventual “turning point” to watch out for, and I correctly anticipated that point to be the Reaper IFF mission.)

When Garrus’s cabin romance scene comes, I am delighted while also railing against Bioware for the most CHASTE SCENE ever. Where is that flexibility test they were talking about, hmm?! The whole thing is sweet as hell, even if I wanted Scáthach to get. that. turian. dick! (If my life had a narrator, it would be here they would say: “...and thus the seed of desire to read fanfic was planted after nearly a decade of drought regarding interest in fanfiction.”) I start ME3 the same night I beat ME2. I am in DEEP. It is summer. I am determined to beat this trilogy thoroughly before my last semester of grad school starts at the end of August.

My husband helps temper my expectations about the ending of the last game. However, he never played the DLC for ME3 and finds it adds a lot to the overall experience of the trilogy’s end. I managed to befriend Liara after breaking up with her and then absolutely have Scáthach become a one turian kind of woman. I am in deep, ya’ll. I am smitten. The hand hold when they reunite on Menae? WOOPS, HYPERFIXATION TIME! 

I cry so much in the last game. Frequently, good tears of narrative catharsis. Curing the genophage with Mordin? Helping Legion upgrade the geth as he sacrifices himself and Shepard saves both Rannoch races? *chef’s kiss* And of course, the Citadel DLC is a fucking delight. 

Finally, the ending comes, and with my utter love of EDI and the Geth, I CAN’T choose anything other than synthesis, based on how I understand Scáthach Shepard. “No Shepard without Vakarian.” WEEPING. “I...love you too.” I am DEHYDRATED. Then the blast of green light, an epilogue with giant fucking implications, and then...it is done.  I hold my spouse and feel that immense emptiness at the end of an incredible RPG. I become agitated over synthesis at the same time I wonder if others role played their Shepards as trans like I did. I remember that I have an old Ao3 account I never really used...

Within weeks of completing the trilogy, I’m on Ao3, I make a new Tumblr after abandoning the site in 2013 due to Witchblr toxicity, and finish my first fanfic in ages--Just Shepard, an explicit imagining of the Shakarian ME2 romance scene with a trans woman Shepard based directly on my Scáthach. (I realized that Shepard’s preference of using her surname could actually come from using it when she was seeking out a preferred name, and ended up finding it more comfortable to use. Hence my fic just had her choose Jane for herself as a legal name, but actually preferred being called Shepard.)

I start writing a longer fic of undetermined length that takes this particular Jane “just” Shepard and start reworking the Synthesis ending entirely using my very good geth boi Legion to pull some strings and stick it to the Catalyst. On my birthday, I upload the first chapter of what will come to be called How to Love a Biotic God(dess) and read it to my spouse. He is supportive and sweet. I am obsessed.

I apologize to him that I keep talking about Mass Effect and obsessing over it, but he is here for it and vindicated in his prediction that I would love this space opera game. As it becomes clear my longfic is going to be an ongoing project, and that I’m eager to share it, we slowly start a regular reading session together. 

Eventually, the habit sets in: every weekend, when my morning bird husband comes to rouse his night owl enby wife, we cuddle and then open Ao3 on our respective phones. Along the way, he started using the Dragonball Z announcer voice to read the chapter summaries; he reads the narration and deeper voices, like Garrus, while I chime in with the higher pitched voices like Shepard and Tali. I am occasionally ribbed for spelling/silly grammar errors; he receives teasing back when he misreads something in particularly hilarious or terrible ways. 24 chapters in now, and this weekend ritual continues~ 

When I make our inside jokes part of my fic (like how I reacted VISCERALLY to the “teens” at Grissom Academy in ME3 looking like divorced 30-somethings with alimony to pay) he has to stop reading for a while to catch his breath from laughing. I share the posts I adore on Tumblr, and dive deeper into the Mass Effect fandom over a decade after the first game came out. 

I love the stories I’m telling with these characters, and sharing said stories with a fandom I’ve found welcoming thus far. None of this would have happened had my partner not brought my attention to this trilogy six years ago--and if the Legendary Edition hadn’t came out (especially for the PS4, as I don’t have a PC capable of running AAA games).  I wanted to take my first N7 Day to share this personal anecdote with ya’ll. Video games can be so meaningful as art as well as a shared hobby. <3 

I want to keep pics of our faces off Tumblr, but managed to throw together a cute little collection of photos from our handfasting a few years ago to give some image to my tale of dorky love:

(Yes, that is a Dualshock controller as well as a D20 hard chocolate cupcake decoration...)

Breathing - Aragorn x reader (modern!AU)

hi! could you do prompt #53 with a female reader and aragorn? thank you!

@elvish-sky​ oh joy, another sad aragorn fic (jk jk). i wanted to write this one as a modern!AU because of some research i was doing before school ended for science and ... i just thought of the concept and liked it, okay hush

53. “You said you were okay!”

Type: Imagine Pairing: Aragorn x reader (modern!AU) Summary: Y/N hasn’t been entirely honest with her boyfriend, Aragorn. Warnings: angst, sadness, death, Word Count: 1,704 words

Y/N laughed loudly as the black Newfoundland puppy chased its fluffy tail, the dark fur sticking up as though it had been struck by lightning. 

Aragorn grinned at her, taking yet another long moment to watch her - to savour everything about his beautiful girlfriend. Just like every time she giggled, he wanted the seconds to last forever. He wanted every day he got to be with Y/N to last forever, because one day, they would be unable to make new memories. 

One day sooner than he would like. 

He tugged the sleeves of his RSPCA volunteer jacket down as he sat by her side, whistling for the dog to come and sit by his side. It obliged, just as all the animals in the shelter, or anywhere, always did.

Animal whisperer, Y/N would tease him. Like Doctor Dolittle!

Aragorn looked to her again, the smile still on Y/N’s face. Flushed s/c cheeks. Hooded e/c eyes with heavy bags under them, yet she still looked beauty. H/l messy h/c hair, kept out of her face by a f/c ribbon.

Then, the things people tended to stare at. The bag by her side, much like the wheeled kind some people used to shop. The nose cannula hooked behind her ears, a long tube carrying oxygen from the bag. A surgery scar protruding from her f/c shirt’s neckline. 

Those things didn’t bother him. He loved her. 

“Are you okay?”

Aragorn blinked at Y/N’s question. Normally he was the one asking her that question, or supposed to be. “I-I’m perfect.”

She smiled again. “That’s good.”

He stood, pulling her to her feet as well. “Come on. My shift’s up.”

Y/N jokingly pouted. “But the puppies!”

This time, it was Aragorn who laughed. “We’ll come back next week, I promise.”

“Next week,” she echoed, a sadness in her voice that her boyfriend didn’t detect.

---

Y/N coughed, making a face as the last of her pills went down her throat. She took dozens every day - it was part of her necessary, pre-determined hospital routine. 

Her nurse, Legolas, (A/N - stan male nurses) passed her some water, which she gladly swallowed, hacking again. 

“Good job,” he grinned. “Everything’s doing okay. Lung function is at 54 percent, a little lower than last week, but it will get higher again.”

She’d definitely expected that, though her heart still sunk.

“I’ll let your boyfriend in now.” Legolas laughed at the annoyed look on his charge’s face. The sound faded as he took on a more serious tone. “But, you remember that it could get even worse anytime, especially-”

“I know,” Y/N interrupted, her voice scratched and broken. “I know.”

“Be careful,” the nurse reminded her again, as he left the room, Aragorn passing through the door before it could even swing shut. 

“Going alright?”

Y/N grimaced. “As well as can be expected. I hate my lungs.”

He took her hand, squeezing it tightly, like he would never, could never, let go. “I know you’re strong, Y/N/N. You can’t let CF beat you.”

Ah, yes. There it was - the casual reminder Y/N couldn’t go a day without hearing. Stressing how she was holding her life in an hourglass, which was rapidly running out of time.

Cystic Fibrosis. An often terminal lung condition, meaning Y/N’s lungs functioned at low percentages, causing difficulty in her breathing and weakened immune system. She was often lucky to spend more than a month out of the hospital, thought that hadn’t been the case recently.

She’d been continually relapsing, her lung function decreasing with every checkup. 

To put it simply, it sucked. Royally. 

“Here,” Aragorn offered her her nose cannula. “Hook up, and I’ll distract you.”

Y/N slipped it on, taking his hand and dragging her portable oxygen in The Granny Shopping Bag™️ with the other. smiling.

Well, at least, her mask was smiling. Inside, she didn’t know if she had the energy or will to anymore.

---

Y/N knew it was a risk, and she was exactly aware of the million and one ways this could go wrong. 

But she didn’t care. She was going to live whilst she still could. She was done with giving up her life, letting down her boyfriend, because of some stupid mucus. 

Besides, he didn’t know. He didn’t know it all, and she wasn’t going to stop them from being unable to make happy memories together by burdening him with more bad news. Being the protective guy he was, Aragorn probably wouldn’t even let her leave the hospital if her found out.

“Ready?” said-boyfriend-in-question asked.

“Hell yeah,” Y/N grinned, straightening the edges of her denim jacket. 

They stood at the archway entrance to the Rivendell National Park - a beautiful wonderland of pale trees and swirling leaves, in the deep of autumn.

Technically, Y/N wasn’t meant to engage in ‘prolonged physical activity’. But technically, she wasn’t even meant to be alive right now.

No one, least of all her, knew how much time she had left. Y/N wasn’t one to waste it. 

Together, she and Aragorn stepped through the archway, and explored the ‘whole new realm’.

---

After ten minutes, her lungs were burning, but she didn’t say anything.

Aragorn was looking so happy - a goofy smily affixed upon his face, his dark eyes lighting up as he swished his head from side to side to admire everything with childish wonder. 

The National Park was beautiful, but the air was thin, and Y/N was struggling not to audibly struggle. She hated being dependent on people, and she would. Not. Worry. Him.

Something felt different this time - her breathing was quickening even though she was walking extraordinarily slowly, and she was in more pain than she should’ve been

Y/N signalled for Aragorn to stop, doubling over and coughing until her throat was raw. She couldn’t breathe whilst the mucus was crawling up her airways, and she’d rather clear it than suffer.

“Get it out, Y/N,” Aragorn encouraged her as she straightened, worry sketched all over his face. 

Her coughing was done, and she went to take a nice big inhale, but ....

She.

Still.

Couldn’t.

Breathe.

Breathing should’ve been something natural, easy, if she had been just a normal young woman with her normal boyfriend. 

She wished that lying didn’t come to her easier than breathing.

Y/N collapsed, choking, almost about to pass out as Aragorn immediately fell to her side, pulling his phone from his pocket and dialling an emergency number.

“Oh my God,” he gasped, his breaths coming shortly as well as he scooped her up into his arms. “Oh, God. Y-You’re going to be okay, Y/N.”

Funny how good they’d both become at lying.

With that thought, Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, without the energy to keep themselves open.

“Y/N!”

---

Aragorn sat in the waiting room with a feeling like acid being poured down his throat and then regurgitated. 

She shouldn’t have collapsed like that - it was highly medically improbable given what he knew about Y/N and her Cystic Fibrosis. Unless ... there was something he didn’t know.

He shook his head as soon as that thought came to him. He trusted Y/N. She trusted him. He had to have faith in her.

The sound of footsteps encouraged him to look sideways, where he saw Y/N’s nurse, Legolas, with four cups of coffee in his arms.

“Expecting someone else?” Aragorn laughed as he was handed one of the cups.

“Oh, no,” Legolas replied, with an unbelievably straight face. “I intend to drink all the coffee.”

“How is Y/N?” 

The nurse winced. “I will be honest with you - she isn’t going so well right now. The fact that she was still walking with you ... that’s pretty amazing given her lung function and diagnosis.”

“What do you mean?” Aragorn furrowed his eyebrows. “She-she’s fine, isn’t she?”

Legolas stared. “Y/N didn’t tell you, did she? Oh, that stubborn little-”

“Tell me what?”

He averted Aragorn’s eyes. “Tell you that she was diagnosed with Burkholderia Cepacia and she was given another six months to live with her current lung function.”

“What?” All the air rushed out of his lungs, and suddenly, he knew how Y/N felt when it was hard for her to breathe. “H-How long has it been?”

Again, the blond looked awkwardly to the floor.

“How long?!” It was a shout this time, and Aragorn could feel himself on the brink of tears. His beautiful girlfriend, lost to the void ... he could not cope with it.

“Seven months.”

He fell back in his chair, coffee discarded, his shaking hands covering his face as his cheeks dripped with tears. This couldn’t be happening. This could not be happening.

A doctor rushed out from the ER, making a beeline for Legolas. Her nametag read ‘Tauriel’, her long red hair flying behind her as she ran towards them.

Her face was sober.

“He-he should come. Now.” She motioned towards Aragorn who stood immediately.

“Is Y/N alright?”

Dr. Tauriel did not answer his question, just motioning for him to follow her. 

---

Y/N wasn’t moving. For such a joyful young woman, she was lying unbelievably still. 

There was a crowd of doctors around her, but they all moved back at the sight of Aragorn.

“I’m sorry.” 

He didn’t know who said it ... all he could think about was how much paler Y/N looked than her normal s/c. 

“She-she’s just a-asleep, r-right?” Aragorn stuttered on the words as more tears fell down his face. “Y/N’s o-okay?”

Dr. Tauriel shook her head. “I’m so sorry. We-we couldn’t do anything.”

“You said you were okay!” Aragorn cried, talking to Y/N even though she couldn’t hear him - would never hear him again. Jut like he would never hear her. “You told me you were okay ...”

“Get him out of here,” someone said quietly, and Aragorn was pulled to the door.

He threw one final look over his shoulder. 

Y/N’s hair was spread out over the pillow. Her hands had been folded over her chest. She still had her nose cannula in, but that had never made her less beautiful.

Even in death, she still looked like an angel.

She was still the most beautiful person Aragorn had ever known.

A/N - guys this is my new favourite fic so please spread it! @elvish-sky​ thank you so much for this request, and everyone, thank you for reading!

Yandere Varian

I'm aware he has a crush on Catherine but I just think it's sweet..in a creepy way how he wanted Rapunzel's hair..it was the perfect story for a fanfic

"Rapunzel! Hey Rapunzel! I need to talk with you!" A boy with black hair yelled looking around for the princess,he helped a bouquet of yellow flowers. His name was Varian and he needed to give them to her,he entered the garden and saw her sitting alone with Pascal,"Rapunzel!"

The princess looked over,"Evening Varian! What can I help with?" She asked with her joyful sounding voice. The boy held out the flowers,"I..I wanted to give these to you..and can you go to the dining hall.." The princess grabbed the flowers and smiled,"So sweet! Of course!" She said with joy

Varian walked away with a jump in his step

The blonde princess looked at the flowers,"Oh Eugene.." She had no idea who the flowers were really from

Varian looked around for the princess dressed in his best suit,he saw the door open and the princess walk in wearing a pink glittery gown. Rapunzel saw the dinner on the table,"Hey..um..I'm not a great cook,but I hope you like it.." The boy said scratching the back of his neck,"I'm sure it's lovely! I'm glad you and Eugene made this for me." 

The boy looked confused but figured out what she thought

"No..I made this..for US." Rapunzel looked at him confused..but then she relieved what he meant,"Oh Varian..that's..that's really sweet..but you know me and Eugene are married.." "But he doesn't know you as well as I do!" The boy pulled out a book and flipped through multiple pages stopping at one

"Your favorite food is hazel nut soup,your favorite color is light blue,you like ballet,favorite animals are chameleons,and Gothel tricked you to believe you were her daughter. See?! I know everything about you!" Rapunzel sighed,"It's..sweet that you remember everything about me,but I love Eugene..I'm sorry.."

Varian looked down feeling tears come down his eyes,he ran away from the area

The princess looked at the dinner and sighed walking away

In a secret place in the castle,Varian was there lashing out in anger,"STUPID! STUPID! Why would she had said yes?! She's the fucking princess,your just an alchemist! Why did you even think you stood a chance?!" He screamed throwing testing tubes smashing them. He started to calm down..but then broke down into tears

He fell to the ground covering his face

Varian looked into the mirror..when something hit him

"No..it's not my fault.." He stood up and walked up to the glass

The image of that smug asshole appeared,"It's..HIS..all HIS fault. HE's making her like this,I need to save her..but..she won't believe me.." Varian then noticed a letter knife on the testing table,the boy picked it up

He looked at it..and a smile crossed his face,"I'll..I'll just kill him..and Rapunzel will be saved from the demon keeping her imprisoned.." With a plan in mind,Varian walked out the area

Rapunzel sat alone in her room thinking of what she had done,she felt like she needed to apologize to the boy..he looked very hurt that she turned him down. With a quick breath,the princess walked out her bedroom to find Varian 

"Hey Flynn? Can we talk real quick?" The former bandit looked at his pal and waved as he followed the young male

They were now in the garden

"What did you want to talk about?" Varian got his knife ready,"Well..it's about Rapunzel..you see..I..I really like her..so..can you please leave her so I can have a chance with her?" Flynn scratched his neck a bit uncomfortable,"Well..sorry,but me and Rapunzel already have plans to have kids..and we don't plan to break up..sorry.."

Varian sighed,"Alright. That was your last chance." "What-" Flynn looked down and saw a letter knife piece his chest,his eyes were wide in shock..and with an opened mouth trying to scream. He fell to the ground..but Varian wasn't satisfied,he stabbed his eyes in and ruined his face

The blade stabbed his cheeks in,his eyes were gone,his nose was broken and he looked unrecognizable,"Looks like your not so pretty anymore!" Varian yelled laughing stabbing his chest again causing blood to fly on his face. He looked down at his work..and decided to take it a step forward,he stood up and started to smash his head in with his foot..it broke

Varian walked away a trail of blood following behind him 

Flynn Riders death spread out around the kingdom and the killer hadn't been found yet. Rapunzel was the most destroyed sadden by the death of her husband 

But Varian took this chance to get closer to her,but no matter how he tried..the princess only found him as a friend

It got to the point..Varian was planning his next step to get Rapunzel to love him

Rapunzel walked up a path that was lined with roses,she saw the trail when she got out the shower which gave her some time to change into her normal clothing

The sun was setting shining over the sea,the princess heard guitar music playing

She saw Varian leaning against a tree playing a guitar. In front of him was a rose blanket with a basket full of food and drinks along with two wine glasses. The cherry on top was the candle that gave a sweet rose smell

"Varian..this..this-" The boy placed the guitar down and walked over to her,"It's not much..but I know Flynn's death got you down,so I wanted to make you happy." Rapunzel smiled,"Thank you..this is amazing."

The two talked for hours laughing and enjoying each others company,Varian poured Rapunzel a glass of cider,"I hope you don't mind me asking.." "Go ahead." Rapunzel took a sip,"How come your acting so..calm after hearing how Eugene died?" Varian took a sip of his own drink,"I've seen worse deaths..way worst. It's a shame he died but It's nothing from what I've seen."

The princess was about to talk again but then felt very sleepy,"I..I think I should head back to the palace.." She said standing up,Varian stood up and grabbed her,"You'll fall and hurt yourself if you go alone. I'll help you." He said looking into her half lidded eyes

He was right

Halfway there,Rapunzel passed out. Varian held her in his arms which..gave him a happy feeling.

The boy laid the princess on her bed and covered her up with a blanket,"Rest well my dear." He said giving her a kiss on the lips. It was just as sweet as he imagined.

Varian exit the room with a smile on his face,he walked towards his room but was stopped by a hand,"I know it was you." He looked over confused and saw Cassandra standing there

"You killed Flynn." "What?! No! I would never-" The woman showed him a file with notes and photos

"Your hair was found at the scene,that night there was blood in the water and during that you took a shower,your the only one in town who isn't sad about it,and their was a blood trail that was in the shape of your damn shoes! It's clear your the fucking killer!" She yelled. Varian looked at her seriously,"I'm not the killer. I would never harm someone that Rapunzel loves."

Cassandra scoffed turning her back,"Just wait..when I give this to the police,they'll be on my side."

The morning sun shined in the sky,Cassandra opened her eyes but wasn't greeted by the lights of the sun. She looked around..it was a dark room full of science products..and broke glass,her gaze ended up on a table with objects covered with a cloth. The wall moved showing a secret passage way,"You know..this little room was used as a dungeon to torture prisoners til they die. I use this room for testing things..and of course..planning my next kill." Varian said laughing a bit

"Varian! What's going on?!" The woman yelled struggling against the ropes that tied her to the chair,"I thought it was clear what I was doing. I'm going to kill you." Cassandra's eyes widen and she started to trash around trying to break from the ropes,"Don't even try. The ropes can't be broken." "Why are you doing this?!"

The boy rolled his eyes annoyed,"You know why..your going to tell everyone what I did.." He said removing the cloth and grabbed a screwdriver,"So you DID kill him!" "It was pretty obvious." Varian said walking over to her

"Don't do this! I..I won't tell anyone! Just don't-" "That's a lie. Your acting like I'm stupid." Before Cassandra could speak..the screwdriver was stabbed in her stomach

The disappearance of Cassandra spread just as fast,Rapunzel was even more destroyed. She refused to leave the castle even if the lights were out

The only one there was Varian

Just Varian

She felt safe in his arms

The boy finally had her to himself

It was just him and her now

Nobody else

Nobody

NOBODY

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Laughter is the Best Manifestation: Embracing Joy with Knitted Positive Potatoes

In a world often fraught with stress and uncertainty, finding moments of genuine joy can feel like a rare treasure. Yet, amidst the chaos, there exists a simple yet profound source of happiness: knitted positive potatoes. These charming creations transcend their humble origins to become powerful symbols of laughter, resilience, and manifestation. Join us as we explore the transformative journey of embracing joy with knitted positive potatoes and discover why laughter truly is the best manifestation.

Introduction: The Healing Power of Laughter

Laughter has long been celebrated as a universal language of joy and connection. From the hearty belly laughs shared among friends to the spontaneous giggles of children at play, its ability to uplift spirits and foster bonds is undeniable. In the midst of life's challenges, laughter serves as a beacon of light, guiding us through even the darkest of times. Knitted positive potatoes, with their whimsical charm and infectious energy, harness the power of laughter to manifest joy in the most unexpected ways.

The Rise of Knitted Positive Potatoes: A Symbol of Resilience

Originating from grassroots crafting communities and online platforms, the phenomenon of knitted positive potatoes has captured the hearts of many around the world. What began as a simple crafting project has evolved into a global movement centered around spreading positivity and laughter. These adorable knitted creations, with their quirky appearance and endearing nature, serve as tangible reminders of resilience and optimism in the face of adversity.

The Joyful Journey of Knitted Positive Potatoes

From their inception to their journey into the hands of recipients, knitted positive potatoes embody the essence of joy and manifestation. Crafted with love and care, each potato is infused with positive energy and intentions, ready to brighten the lives of those who encounter them. Whether gifted as a token of friendship or kept as a personal memento, these charming creations have a remarkable ability to spark laughter and uplift spirits.

Embracing the Power of Manifestation Through Laughter

Manifestation is often associated with serious contemplation and focused intention. However, the journey of manifestation need not be solemn or rigid. Knitted positive potatoes demonstrate that laughter and joy are powerful catalysts for manifesting positivity in our lives. By embracing lightheartedness and playfulness, we open ourselves up to a world of possibilities and invite abundance and happiness to flow freely.

The Science of Laughter: How Knitted Positive Potatoes Transform Lives

Numerous studies have highlighted the profound impact of laughter on physical, mental, and emotional well-being. Laughter releases endorphins, reduces stress hormones, and strengthens the immune system. Additionally, it fosters social connections and enhances overall quality of life. Knitted positive potatoes serve as joyful conduits for these transformative effects, inviting us to embrace the healing power of laughter and manifest joy in our lives.

Personal Stories: From Skepticism to Smiles

Countless individuals have experienced the magic of knitted positive potatoes firsthand. From hesitant skeptics to enthusiastic believers, their stories offer a glimpse into the transformative journey of embracing joy with these delightful creations. Whether shared among friends or gifted to strangers, knitted positive potatoes have a remarkable ability to foster connections and spread happiness wherever they go.

The Ripple Effect of Joy: Spreading Positivity Far and Wide

Like ripples in a pond, the impact of knitted positive potatoes extends far beyond their knitted confines. Through acts of kindness and shared laughter, these whimsical creations inspire others to embrace joy and spread positivity in their own lives. Whether displayed proudly on a shelf or tucked away as a cherished keepsake, each knitted positive potato serves as a potent reminder of the boundless potential for laughter and manifestation.

Conclusion: Embrace the Joy of Knitted Positive Potatoes

In a world often characterized by stress and uncertainty, law of attraction potato offer a beacon of light and a reason to smile. Through their infectious laughter and unwavering optimism, these charming creations remind us of the transformative power of joy and manifestation. From skeptics to believers, the journey of embracing joy with knitted positive potatoes is one filled with unexpected discoveries and heartwarming connections. So, the next time you encounter a knitted positive potato, embrace it with an open heart and a knowing smile – for within its knitted exterior lies the promise of laughter, resilience, and endless possibilities.

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I love Tumblr.  Far more than Facebook, which has become a seething morass of political partisanship, and while I’m all about seething partisanship when it’s discussed by people willing to engage their intellects, I’m less so when “debate” means posting memes and gifs which are, let’s be honest, the electronic equivalent of saying “nanny nanny boo boo”.

Anyway… Tumblr.  You can, to some degree, control your content.  If you are, like I am, mildly (*snort*) obsessed with a certain tall, lanky, Scottish actor, you can find like-minded individuals and follow them and bask in his glory to your heart’s content.  Likewise, you can follow fandoms based on television shows and movies and plays and music… and you get my point.  You’re all here so, of course, you do.

And, if you are interested in things like politics or social issues or the environment or science or all of the above (and more), that content is also readily available on Tumblr.

Generally speaking, I find the folks on Tumblr to be considerably more relaxed and open and accepting than on Facebook.  I attribute that, for the most part, to the members being mostly younger.  I’m a great believer in young people.  The future belongs to them and I am, present circumstances notwithstanding, mostly optimistic about the future. 

I’m a Boomer.  I was born eleven years after the end of WWII. (Good Lord, I feel old!)  There were no twenty-four-hour television or radio stations, and the internet wasn’t even conceived of, even by the most forward thinkers. Doctors still made housecalls as a matter of course.  Milk was still delivered to your door every morning.   The polio vaccine was still being tested.  Putting a man on the moon was a science fiction fantasy.  

As a generation, we “Boomers” were guilty of a lot of things, beginning with not quickly enough shedding some of the baggage from the generation before us. We were still largely segregated and we are paying the price still and we will until - I don’t know how long and that disturbs me more than I can say.  We were too quick to distrust the other - just ask the immigrants that came to these shores during and after the War.  There was a dear older lady in my church when I was in high school.  A kinder, more charitable, more joyful woman you could never hope to meet.  She was a German war bride - met an American soldier and they fell in love and married and he brought her home to his small, south Georgia hometown.  Their first decade was tough - folks were slow to forget and she was sometimes ostracized.  Even when I knew her, people would sometimes refer to her (in lowered tones) as Leroy’s German frau.  

We were abysmal when it came to the environment.  I mean, look at the cars we drove in the sixties and seventies before the oil crisis forced a turn toward economy cars.  Gasoline was $.37 a gallon - and that was hi-test!  What did it matter that my mother’s 1971 Mercury Grand Marquis land yacht only got 11 miles to the gallon?  Gender equality?  Seriously?  Gender Identity?!?!?  How you came out of the womb is what you were.  Period.  And if your family had that special uncle or the aunt with a Very Close Friend, well, it just wasn’t talked about, was it…

On the other hand, there were things we did do.   That social conscience that drives our society today?  You can thank those who loudly and visibly protested the Vietnam War for a lot of it.  Sure, there were anti-war movements always, but the Vietnam War lit a fire that, with the availability of news cameras and microphones and news cycles, burned hot and bright until the last helicopter departed the US Embassy in Saigon on April 30, 1975.  And when the war was over, there were plenty of other things to get riled up about:  the environment, women’s rights, the right to choose, civil rights, gay rights.  Anger over things that are wrong today didn’t just start in the 2000s.  A lot of us - and I mean a lot!  - have been pissed off for a while.

Putting a man on the moon belongs to the generation before the Boomers, obviously, but the drive to continue space exploration - the space shuttle, the probes that are still sailing toward places beyond our solar system, the International Space Station, the Hubble telescope - belong to us.  Medical advances?  Advances in diabetic screening and treatment, the MRI, treatment of HIV/AIDS… Cancer research was largely theoretical until the ‘70s.  The idea of DNA re-sequencing as a therapeutic treatment?  Late ‘70’s.

And as for culture?  My generation embraced the idea of embracing the accoutrements of other cultures.  Clothing, jewelry, hairstyles, music, food… we were all about it.  I see people commenting on “cultural appropriation” as if it’s a bad thing.  We - my generation - considered it to be a tangible form of acceptance.  

(As an aside, I have a dear friend who is battling uterine cancer.  She has lost all of her hair due to chemotherapy.  On one of her “good days”, she and her family took in an Indian (the country) festival and, while she was there, saw an artist creating henna tattoos.  On impulse, she asked the woman to create one for her scalp.  It was a masterpiece, absolutely glorious, and it gave my friend so much of her joy back.  For the first time, she was proud to show herself without a wig or scarf.  I think if I’d heard anyone say anything about “cultural appropriation”, I would have punched them in the mouth.)

My point to this ramble is this.  Lately, I’ve been seeing anti-Boomer things on Tumblr.  Boomers are rude.  Boomers are backward.  Boomers are outdated.  And while I get that it’s just a thing for generations to complain about each other, it’s the absolutism that I see that bothers me.  When I was young and dealing with my parents’ generation, I didn’t consign the whole kit and kaboodle to the Dark Ages.  And, from my viewpoint as an older person, I don’t heave a great sigh and clutch my pearls over the entirety of the Gen X'ers, the Millennials (raised one!), or the Gen Z'ers.  I may get annoyed with one or two individuals and have a sudden urge to shake my cane and yell “get off my lawn, whippersnapper!” but I manage to contain myself.  (There was the young man in the electronics department at WalMart who, in his most condescending manner, asked me if I knew what a USB port was.   I wanted to tell him that I’d been working with computers since before his father first bought his mother a malt at the chocolate shoppe.  Instead, I just gave him The Look™ and he mumbled an apology.)

Absolutism about anything is corrosive.  I mean, think about it.  It lies at the heart of so many of the evils that are tearing at us now.  It feeds the desire to hate all of the “other” because of a crime perpetrated by one or a few.  Wars result from this kind of thinking.  Down through history, you see it.  And it’s so much more easily spread now with social media.  Again, I would abandon FB altogether - except that it’s how I keep up with the folks back home - because it’s become a political, partisan, largely unintelligent cesspool.  All because those on the Left believe that those on the Right are the Minions of Satan and those on the Right think that those on the Left are Bloodsucking Snowflakes.  And, of course, they don’t all think that, but it’s so easy to click a “Like” or a “Share” without really thinking about the message they are sending, and before you know it things are out of control and we’ve put a dictator wannabe in the bloody Oval Office!

(Sorry.  I’m still upset.)

There are those who ask why boomers are offended.  I mean, “ok boomer” is just a joke, right?  Well, yeah, but that same reasoning has been applied to how many derogatory labels.   (I read one comment that “Boomer” isn’t an ageist slur. Except it kinda is, y'know?)  And, again, it spreads and it gets blown out of proportion and there are those who are just ready to jump on a bandwagon - any bandwagon! - and the next thing you know, it’s trending on Twitter and we’ve got one more thing to get mad about that shouldn’t be anything at all because there are so many other things that we really should be mad about and trying to do something about…

Do you get my point?  

If someone of any generation gets on your last good nerve, by all means, express yourself.  (Short of violence, obviously.)  But ease up on projecting the “they’re all bad" mentality.  It isn’t true.  It doesn’t make anything easier.  And we’re all better than that.

Aren’t we?

The Fallen, 1/17

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 1/17.

Pairings: Nine x Rose.

A/N: Written for Whumptober. Shaky Hands (D1), Explosion (D2), Delirium (D3), Gun Point (D5). Tagging @thebookster on her demand.

“We've all fallen, but at the same time we're not broken. There is the hint that we are going to get up again.” - Amy Lee.

CHAPTER 1:

Bradley Lewis was used to seeing extraordinary things in this world, things that didn’t belong here. Many would call him a liar. Many already did. He was laughing at their faces. As if their opinions ever had any importance to him. He had stopped listening to them a long time ago. Many were pointing at him when they saw or heard him. To them, he was just another waste polluting the streets, a young man who had given up on his studies to focus on the incredible imagination and scientific knowledge he had been gifted with. What use were they to him now? They had no idea and showing them would lead him into deep troubles. His friends were nicknaming him Brad Speed in reference to his first name and to his activities. Bradley was cooking a particular kind of drugs called Speedball in the streets. It was a perfect blend of cocaine and heroin. He had been a junkie before, had tried many drugs but could never find the drug… until he used his knowledge to create the ultimate one. His hands were shaking in the cold night of Manchester. He plunged them in the pockets of his coat. They were stuffed with deliveries he had to do tonight. His usual delivery guy had vanished into thin air with hundreds of pounds of merchandise. If Bradley ever found him, he would be a dead man for sure. Until then, he was doing his own deliveries. It wasn’t without risks. It never was, especially with undercover cops. Bradley was placing all his hopes on Christmas Eve to go unnoticed among people rushing to get the last things done, to go to the place where family and friends were gathered. People were waiting for him too but it wasn’t to celebrate the birth of God’s son with pagan rituals. He was Santa Claus in a way. A Father Christmas generously paid. He was the most expensive on the market but the quality of his products made the price worth it. The addiction made people come back to him for more and, like every dealer, he was diluting it. They were coming back quicker. Bradley glanced up at the dark sky and took a deep breath. The atmosphere was saturated with anxiety, excitation, joy and general good mood, with smells of food floating out of every house and every flat of the district, with Christmas songs. It was filling him with happiness. He smiled at the sky. He liked it. However, there was a hint of something spoiling this joyful night. Something dark and powerful. It gave him the chills. No one else seemed to feel it. And yet, it was everywhere. It was like a spider web slowly being weaved. Each thread was connecting to each other in an attempt to catch a prey. Who was it tonight? Was it him, the perfectly aware of the trap? Or one of those people wandering around unaware of the danger? There were still a lot of people outside. It could fall on anyone. Warning them would be useless. They would look at him as if he was crazy. It wouldn't be the first time but with the fact that something terrible was about to happen, it was frustrating. He remembered that feeling. He had experienced it before. The feeling of utter terror. He hadn’t felt this in a long while. He hadn’t missed it. That was one of the reasons he had stopped taking drugs. You couldn’t be the chemist and the junkie. He had made a choice, the choice of being clean so others could get high. The higher they got, the richer he was. Everyone thought he was a tramp but he actually had a very nice flat in the richest district of Manchester. Tonight, this money, this knowledge of sciences wasn’t preventing him from trembling. He was standing still, in the dark street. The street lights were spreading a soft glow on the pavements but obscurity was gaining ground. Anything could stand in the shadows. He was well aware of that fact. He also operated in the dark. So were the worst demons. His hallucinations always came out of the obscurity. But he was totally clean and sober. He couldn’t be in that condition anymore. His legs refused to move. His muscles were tensed to the point it was painful. The streets all around were desert, and the silence was adding to the thick atmosphere. It was hard to breathe. The exact same condition he was experiencing in his nightmares, in his hallucinations. He was expecting to see it, the golden Wolf. It would come out of the shadows and jump on him. He didn’t know where this image was coming from but it had been haunting him for years. He was a young boy when it first appeared to him. Many therapists had hit the brick wall on its meaning. Later, the drugs had reinforced his fear and materialised the Wolf. He hadn’t seen it again since he was clean but tonight… The first sign showed up as expected. It was a thread of golden light floating in the air. It was beautiful and powerful and terribly dangerous. Bradley stopped breathing. Whatever it was, it wouldn’t get in his system. There were more and more of them, gathering in the air like a poisoned fog. It grew until the whole street was filled and then, it exploded. It made no sound and yet, it was deafening. His ears were ringing, his eardrums were suffering the aftermath of the powerful explosion. It was as if there had been a gas leak, except there was no smell, no fire, no damages. Instead, there was just a man. He was standing there, looking at his hands that were glowing with that strange golden light that had filled the air a couple seconds earlier. Where had he come from? Was he born from this mini big bang? It seemed like the only answer. He was unaffected by the power this light was clearing. He wasn’t paralyzed. He looked scared but not for the same reasons that made Bradley terrified. This man knew what this golden light was, what it was doing to him, and that was what was frightening him. He glanced up and Bradley was struck. Suddenly, he was stuck like a rabbit caught in a car’s headlights. This man’s eyes were burning as bright as his hands. The golden Wolf was here. It didn’t have the shape of the ferocious animal that had been haunting his dreams. No, the Wolf of his dreams was actually a man. The man titled his head back, his eyes now showing their flames to the dark sky, and let out a roar so lout that the ground and walls trembled. Bradley hadn’t moved. He couldn’t. He was as fascinated as terrified. He had a strange feeling. Time was not acting as usual. There was something different. A feeling of stillness as well as acceleration, a feeling of time happening all at once before his eyes while it was frozen all around him and the man. It was as cool as unbearable. He couldn’t get a grip on time and it was so quick, so raw, so brutal that his whole body was suffering from severe failures. His head was burning and his mind was screaming the same words over and over again: ‘I’m the Bad Wolf. I create myself.’ It was a litany, a song, a memory. Bradley closed his eyes pressed his hands on his ears, wishing for it to be done already. It was worse than the worst of his nightmares. He wanted to wake up from this, wake up in the comfort and safety of his bedroom. All of a sudden, it was all over. The lights, the voice, the pressure. Bradley fell on his knees. The distinct thumb that followed informed him that the man had fallen too. He was scared to go and check on him. Himself was shaking, panting, just by being caught in the diameter of this power’s field of action. This man was the epicentre. He probably was dead. But he had to check. It was the normal thing to do as a human. Even as a terrified human. His legs were wobbly when he stood up. He reeled to the middle of the streets where the man was now laying still. “Sir?” Bradley called out. The man showed no reaction to the sound of his voice. It sounded muffled. The explosion had hurt his ears for real. He spoke louder. Was it a reaction he had seen? The fingers had moved. Bradley walked closer. The man opened his eyes wide. No more golden light. Just a bloke who appeared out of the blue. He sat up straight, Bradley stepped back. He looked crazy, feverish. High. “Are you okay?” Bradley swallowed when the man darted his eyes on him. He meant nothing hostile but Bradley took another step back. Just a precaution. He was up on his feet now. Old ripped jeans, a shirt that had seen better days. No shoes. No ID papers. “Do you know someone called Rose Tyler?” Bradley shook his head. The man was annoyed and disappointed by this answer and the urgency and barely hidden panic in his voice was making the situation look really serious. Whoever was this Rose Tyler and whatever this man had to do with her, it was important. “That’s the wrong place,” he babbled. “Right time but wrong place. I need to get to London now.” “It’s Christmas Eve, sir.” “Especially because it’s Christmas Eve! I gotta find her before… It’s not right. It’s not right at all. Can’t you see it? Are all humans as stupid as you?!” The man continued his angry ramble and suddenly, he was running away. Bradley didn’t move, didn’t run after him. Whatever drug he was taking, it was a strong one. The man was in a deep delirium. The comedown would be hard for him. Bradley should have called someone, the police or an ambulance. This man needed help obviously. But he couldn’t take the risk of getting caught with drugs on him. And how would he explain what had happened earlier? They would throw him with the crazy guys in one of the NHS in town. Or in jail. He had to avoid that so he played selfish and left without a word about this man.

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“Sir, I’m gonna ask you to stop and turn around with your hands above your head.” Ashes were falling from the sky, covering the ground with white flakes, imitating snow. It smirked but stopped running on this soft ground. It was giving this human police officer a semblance of power but it was the one with all the cards. His host had reached London too late, and the Powell Estate even later. Hours too late. He had knocked on Jackie’s door, been called names and slapped and kicked out by the terrible Jackie. He couldn’t tell if Rose was there or if she had gone back with the new Doctor but Jackie was obviously blaming him for something. He had tried to warn her, to let her know about the situation but couldn’t place a word. The older Tyler had been in power and he couldn’t get to Rose. He couldn’t tell her. This had thrown him in such a rage that he had lost himself to the entity living inside him. Now, it was in control, using his body to do as it pleased. Something he wasn’t delighted with. “Turn around. Hands up.” As if it was ever gonna happen. This officer was just a toy in its hands. It loved being in control. It could make this man disappear in just a snap of fingers. Just like that. It was held up though. The consciousness of his host, the reminder of thousands lives already gone were weighing heavy on his shoulders. It sighed heavily and surrendered to its reasonable side. It raised its hands nonchalantly and turned around with a broad smile on its face. “Is there a problem, officer?” Its eyes were shining with that golden glow. The officer moved backward in an almost unnoticeable way but it did notice it. That man was feeling the threat behind this raggedy looks. Good. He would be prudent. He wouldn’t provoke the wrath of a stranger in the dark. English police officers were unarmed which was both good and bad. Even if he was armed and pointing a gun at him now, what could a bullet do to something that could dissolve it before it was fired. “A woman called to tell us that a man was harassing her. You match her description.” The smile was gone, replaced by an expression of profound disgust. Jackie. She had sent the cops after him. Cops. Us. There were several officers. So why was there only one before him? There must be another one somewhere around. Cops always worked in team of two. Its senses were on alert. If there was a threat – beside itself – it wouldn’t be taken by surprise. “Ah.” He faked a sad smile. “Jackie Tyler, innit? Her daughter just broke up with me. I was trying to talk to her but Jackie kicked me out. Calling the police was another one of her excessive reactions.” “You don’t look like someone who has been dumped recently.” It shrugged. The police officer was cleverer than he looked. It pretended to be really affected and unable to know how to feel about the end of this relationship that had been so addictive to him. It apologised for the bother. It wouldn’t happen again. It lowered his arms slowly. They were done. It could go. It was about to turn around when it lost the control. The anger was gone. He was back and desperate and weak. His legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground. “It’s in my head. In our heads. The Wolf. The Wolf. The Bad Wolf. It’s not gone. It’s still there. I need the Doctor. I need to tell Rose. The Bad Wolf isn’t gone.” He went on and on until exhaustion hit him. He fought it. He couldn’t fall asleep. Not now. The situation was critical. He had to tell Rose. They had to let the Doctor know. But the darkness took over and he was out.

To be continued...

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