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Lord Jesus you gotta give me a piece of this. Bella, what are the sluttiest and most perverted things the bucci gang members have ever done? (i.e: public masterbashawn, etc) Headcanons pls

Omg thank you for this ask 😩😩😩💓 sorry it took me a while to get to. You’re in for it now because I have so many headcanons. Everyone prepare themselves because I’m about to turn up the heat 🔥

Important Note: I didn’t add Abbacchio because I don’t see him that way. I did add Trish Una because she’s part of the gang in my book and she’s my wife. Also characters are all aged up

Bucci gang Most Perverted Secrets & Sluttiest Actions

Headcanons 🔞 NSFW

Fugo Panacotta

He’s shy and awkward but look how sexy and attractive he is. He’s also gentlemanly too. He’s definitely got people chasing him.

That being said I think the most shameless and sluttiest action he’s ever done was sleep with someone he’s tutored. I feel it in my gut. He’s definitely done it.

He doesn’t teach piano lessons anymore due to the reason above

I think he has a collection of sex toys too. Cock rings, dildos, and some other ones that go into some crazy kinks. He reveals it to whoever his bedroom partner is

He’s totally checked out sexy nerds and flirted in hopes of eventually hooking up

Look at that suit and tell me he doesn’t want to draw some attention. Real talk, I’m sure he showed off the hickeys without realizing it. He gets embarrassed about it. He’ll ignore it and go to a restaurant like that without a care in the world after he gets over the embarrassment

Fugo doesn’t care if his thong is showing. It’s obvious he’s wearing one. It’s gotten him plenty of attention. He bought his from an expensive online store. They’re either black, red, or purple. Narancia and the others get grossed out. Especially Mista and Abbacchio.

He watches porn with student and teacher scenarios. He also watches sexy librarians masturbate. However he watches these at libraries in private areas.

He carries strawberry flavored lube

He’s had sex with an enemy once but it was hate sex. He only did it because they were coming onto him and he was horny, wanting to blow steam

Fugo masturbates in the morning sometimes thinking about this one hot professor he used to have a crush on. She was beautiful and wore clothing flattering to her figure. Someone he hooked up with left their undergarments behind that happened to be the same type as said professor. He keeps it somewhere secret

Guido Mista

The sluttiest out of the entire gang. We don’t slut shame, we slut appreciate Mista ❤️❤️❤️

This man is such a huge flirt he’s always having one night stands when he goes out at night.

One time during a mission he hooked up with a girl and got into the back of her car with her. Giorno and Narancia caught him and dragged his ass back to the mission. Narancia jabbed him in the stomach and Giorno gave him a hard time since their mission was important.

Mista has woken up between two girls in his bed and did not remember the night before. This has happened multiple times.

He keeps a condom in one of his boots most of the time, depends on how risky the mission is

He masturbates in the shower because he’s too lazy to clean up his room if he makes a mess.

He doesn’t care where he’s at if he’s having car sex. The most public places being at club parking lots, movie theater parking lots, and fast food parking lots but in those cases it has to be at night since he doesn’t want kids seeing

He’s masturbated at Lebeccios restaurant before. It was in the restroom of course

He’s been in an orgy on rare occasions

He’s definitely sneaked peeks at women if he gets the chance. Like he’s a bit of a pervert and if he likes what he sees he’s staring. He will think about them when he’s masturbating without a doubt

Mista has most definitely slept with the enemy if they were sexy and hot. He feels no shame.

Mista wears men’s thongs too, he don’t care who see’s. He’s too confident

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno is pretty popular and sometimes he uses it to his advantage to get a hookup. Even if it ends up with him paying for a hotel.

Bruno likes guiding the hand of the person he’s flirting with to his chest then unzips his top to show off the rest of the lace downwards..

He has had sex in an alley multiple times. He gets away with it because of his stand

He has used his zipper abilities to snatch the panties of the person he hooked up with. He feels very lucky if it was lingerie or lacy.

Bruno is a panty sniffer

Bruno masturabates with said panties

He has had sex at clubs and parking lots before

Bruno likes wearing different lace under his outfits because he looks forward to the reaction of any bedroom partners

He has a modest collection of dildos he doesn’t want anyone knowing about

Trish Una

She has slept with rich boys on multiple occasions. They have to really impress her for her to be interested. She keeps their numbers in her diary for whenever she’s in the mood. A sort of list if you will

She has a similar list for women too

She loves putting on a show for whoever she’s flirting with at the club

She has worn lingerie and angel wings as a costume. She totally did it to get a hook up

Trish will only have sex in the back of limos and sports cars but she does make acceptions to luxurious cars as well

She’ll wear one bra size down and panty size smaller because one, it makes her feel sexy and two, sometimes she has a dildo in her. She goes into public with it secretly on because it gets her going. When she’s close she’ll masturabate in the dressing rooms or restrooms of nice restaurants.

She has masturbated in the dressing room of Victoria’s Secret multiple times

She likes huge designer bags because there’s room for a few sex toys.

She likes hello kitty or other Sanrio character sex toys

All her sex toys are pink, including the fuzzy handcuffs she uses on her partners

Giorno Giovanna

He has had sex in hotels during the day on multiple occasions, with the window open

He has masturbed with his window open before without a care in the world (RIP his fan girls/fanboys)

He’s had handjobs at restaurants underneath the table during a date. He’s good at hiding it but he’ll “cough” sometimes.

Giorno has had sex under a bridge before, it was at night time

He has had hickeys revealed thanks to his boob window and doesn’t care who see’s

Giorno likes going to the beach and having fun in the changing tents if they caught his interest

He likes using his stand to create flowers with aphrodisiac affects for himself or his partners

Sometimes Giorno has hidden condoms or sex toys that are turned into one of his ladybug broaches

He sometimes accidentally gets glimpses of people fucking in alleys when he’s used his tree growing ability to go onto roofs. If it catches his interest or he’s feeling horny he’ll watch

When he wakes up late next morning and he’s a disheveled mess he doesn’t care if he has to get to work like that. Messy braid, lip prints, scratches, or hickies? Oh well

Narancia Ghirga

He definitely has porn magazines under his bed

He has also hate fucked an enemy during a mission but unlike Fugo he’s done this multiple times. He hasn’t gotten caught thanks to his stand

He’s got one serious knife kink. He doesn’t need a sex toy he’s got a separate collection of pocket knives specifically for his knife kink

He’ll only masturbate if his tangerine, orange, or a lemonade scented wax warmer is on

He likes to masturbate in front of a mirror too but only the one in his room

He secretly wears thongs but unlike Fugo and Mista he is more decent about it. Narancia also wears leather undergarments hidden under that clothing too.

He’s gotten a BJ in a movie theater before

He’s also had sex in the bathroom stalls of a theater and in a janitor closet

Narancia’s magazine stash is dirty like he accidentally got some of them filthy, don’t touch them for your own sake

He has most definitely had sex in alleys before. He’s thankful his stand allows him to detect others but unlike Bruno he don’t care half the time unless it’s children or police.

Narancia has received blow jobs under tables at restaurants but he whimpers and begs for sex in his partners ear

His nudes were leaked thanks to a shitty ex of his. No one in the gang knows and he’s thankful for it

He gets turned on by the smell of coconut and mango

He once received nudes from a hook up and sexted. He keeps the photos in a special file

He perchased lingerie for a girl once and was sure to pick it up after ordering it online. Unbeknownst to her he masturbated with them before giving them to her. He couldn’t help himself he thought it looked sexy

#request #jjba headcanons #not sfw #dividers not mine #bruno bucciarati smut #giorno giovanna smut #guido mista smut #narancia ghirga smut #buccigang #fugo panacotta smut #trish una smut #not sfw themes

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gayandfairycore · 2 years

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[Sacrifice] Simon kalivoda x reader

A/n: hi!!! This is my first fic in like four months oh my god! I’m a terrible perfectionist when I wrote so I tend to start wips and never finish them! But I just recently watched fear street for Halloween and fell head over heels for Simon so I decided for my first fic in awhile to be of him! My man deserved better 😭🫶🏻 (this is my first lr second time writing angst? I believe! So apologies of it sucks lol!) I also have to update my master list I don’t write for half the people on there anymore! Also bold and small text means it’s a flashback! And italics mean it’s kinda in simons pov! This is my first fic of Simon so he may be a bit ooc! This is also not proofread

Summary: coming along with the group to save Sam, unspoken feelings arise as it becomes apparent it may be your final night alive. Tho you are determined to not let any of your friends die if you have anything to say about it. Y/n a brash girl decides to fight for love, and her friends lives. Even if it kills her.

Warning: angst, major character death, decapitation, brutal bread slicer, murder, bashing in someone’s skull, OD-ing, drowning, (probably more)

Saving Sam had been the right thing to do you knew this, you voted on not leaving her for dead in the hallway but it didn’t stop the fear of knowing you could be going to your death in a fucking grocery store.

You weren’t even sure how you got mixed up in this, oh wait. No you do remember, you were hanging out with Simon and Kate whilst they babysat doing nothing but talking about stupid shit, with Simon and watching jaws, and sitting in between his legs.

Everything had been fine Until deena had called Kate telling her that sams boyfriend had broken into her house for some dumb prank wearing a skull mask.

No one had expected the same dude in a skull mask to be in the house Kate babysat in, Rummaging through laundry? It was safe to say y’all were freaked.

Honestly none of you were prepared to fight century old murderers you all were along for this ride, but there was no way you’d be hopping off this ride. Not when your friends lives had been in the line, Fuck that.

So here you were standing in a grocery store in bad smelling lost and found clothes, watching as Simon told Sam exactly how to od.

Safe to say you didn’t think you’d watch Simon, your simon, your best friend and crush since diapers teach your other friend how to od on a Friday night. But there’s a first time for everything.

The epi-pens had been bunched in your hands as you listened to simon tell the group when each pile was to be taken.

“You need to take these in order. Now pile one takes the edge off. You’re gonna feel kinda like you’re being fucked by a unicorn!” Simon spurs off his hands gesturing wildly as he smiles at Sam and Deena through his eyelashes

“Pile two is gonna bring your core temp way down, you may feel slightly sick?” He shrugs, a deep serious rasp is in his usually carefree voice.

“Now you need to take a five minute interval between pile two. And pile three. That’s really important, okay?” A deathly serious look takes over his eyes as he stares at Deena and Sam

“Pile three brings you down and out, so you gotta take that “take five” or it’s all gonna go to shit!” Simon instructs his hands gesturing towards the pile rings glistening.

“How many of these do we have?”kate questions gesturing towards you carrying the epi-pens

“Y/n darling pass me the pens” Simon speaks softly, turning towards you, with a toothy grin; before taking them from your grasp lightly

And stating, “Tons like a thousand!”

“Wait? Epi-pens?” Deena asks her eyebrows screwn in confusion

“Epinephrine? Also known as adrenaline. This is what brings her back.” You pipe up determined smile on your face, a proud glint glistens in Simons brown eyes.

“This is Jesus!” He adds shaking the pile of epi-pens.

It was only when you were Smearing sams blood on yourself did you truly feel the fear set in; fear, determination, and anger was all that flowed through you. As you all took different corners in the grocery store a feeling of grief overtaking your heart. As you took the front entrance near The fruit and veg aisle.

Even tho no one had died yet, your old selves would surely have to die if you wanted to survive this. It wasn’t fair, why did you have to lose yourselves,

What did you and your friends ever do to be here today, in this grocery store leading killers away from your other close friend who was meant to be fucking murdered. It wasn’t fair, on anyone.

Century old killers had come to strike again and hurt innocent people, like Simon. He was the sole provider for his whole family, sure he’s a bit of a junkie but it doesn’t mean he should die.

It didn’t mean Kate should die, or josh, or deena, or Sam. No one deserved this not the victims who came before you, or the ones that would come after if you failed. You felt filled with determined to end this. Or die trying.

The fluorescent lights seared a deep blue through the deserted store. Your heavy breathing could be heard as ruby lanes singing surrounded your corner of the grocery store your feet planted on the floor in a crouch of the fruit and veg aisle the cool spray of the water that kept the lettuce wet could be felt on your skin it was oddly refreshing, you’d die wet, and with veggies. Tasteful.

Your forehead felt damp with a mixture is sweat and dew, as ruby’s singing growing louder and louder, your hand gripped your mouth with the strength of whitening knuckles to silence your breathing. As ruby crept closer and closer. Until the singing stopped?

Just as you let out a sigh of relief, the brunette girl had pulled you from your crouched position by your hair, springing up she swing her razor towards your face, knicking your cheek as you felt the sticky red substance leak from your newly acquired cut.

“You bitch!” You exclaimed the pads of your fingers stained a bright red, anger blazed in your eyes, as your fingers tangled in her up do.

Pulling her hair back with enough force to rip a chunk out of her head, the pale girl begin to kick and scratch at you, her razor blade discarded with the shock of her hair being pulled.

Her heels stepping on your converse clad feet, before she whirled her fist back, the sound of her fist colliding with your nose and cheek, her punch was enough to stun you as the bright red blood trickled from your nose, towards your lip, you could taste blood. Bringing your toungue up towards the top of your lips you licked the excess blood leaking from your nose. Breathing heavy your hair messy, and matted.

You Spat the excess blood from the punch into the linoleum flooring you begin to back up, slightly stumbling over your shoes.

In that time ruby had grabbed her razor and started singing, walking slowly towards your retreating figure, the cool leg of a ladder had pressed against your back. Not taking your eyes off of the girl you slipped through the middle in attempt to get away from her.

“Cmon ruby Don’t you know it’s bad luck to walk under a ladder!” You nervously chuckled the brunette just smiled at you. As your eyes searched frantically for anything to help you

a tool box had laid discarded by the maintenance ladder. The yellow rubber of the handle of a hammer caught your eye, like a angled beacon of hope.

“Alright bitch, let’s level the playing field.” You whispered your face hardened with anger as you crouched down for it, your hand almost reaching it.

before you felt your leg being pulled out from under you, as your body hit the linoleum floor with a SMACK! Groaning you turned over to face ruby, something unknown glinted in your e/c eyes. Pity? Anger? Or was it Sexual tension?

“Damn ruby” you smiled “take me to dinner first!” You wheezed out your body had hit the ground with enough force to make you see stars.

As the brunette psychopath smiled at you she brought her razor blade down towards you, whisky you wriggled underneath her weight, the sledge hammer sitting so close but yet so far away from you. Your finger tips only just scraped it, whilst Rubys razor cutt deeply at your arm, and then your stomach, a scream had left your throat as the white hot pain of being stabbed seared within your flesh. The girl had turned her razor blade whilst it had still been in your stomach. Tears leaked from your eyes, as you inhaled sharply stretching just fat enough to grip it by your side.

Your vision dotting with black spots as you closed your eyes and focused on what you could control, you tried to suppress the shock your body was going into by remembering Simon. And where you were and the pain you felt.

Feeling the pain meant you were still alive, focusing on what was happening meant you’d be alive to save Simon.

You refused to die here, in the fruit and veg aisle with a psychopath topping you, and stabbing you repeatedly. You knew what you had to do you had to breathe, as a million thoughts pounded through your skull.

Time it just right y/n-the side of her head -I have to save my friends-I have to save Simon-breathe y/n-I think I’m dying-I’m losing too much blood-fuck being stabbed hurts-

Rubys had tilted her head down, savouring this moment. it was the right time. Whirling the hammer as hard as you could into her skull blood spraying when the force of the hammer collided with her skin as it split the first few layers smashing her skull in the process,the deafening crack of rubys skull echoed throughout the store.

You didn’t even remember the war cry that left your lips as you smashed her. her black blood spluttered against your cheek as the pale girl tumbled off of you.

“Good riddance bitch.” You exclaimed, spitting the blood that got in your mouth on her dead corpse.

your hair messy and tangled,and bruises were sure to start forming on your body, as red pools of blood had stained your shirt, your body aching in protest with your movements adrenaline swirling through you. As you wondered your way further down the store.

Your bloody hammer in your hand, you were in desperate need on a fucking Band-Aid.

Kate’s screams weee the next to quieter the atmosphere of the store with fear, but you couldn’t worry about Kate. You needed pain killers.

Simon heard your screams, the blonde haired boy had known it was you immediately, stifling his sobs he held hope that you would survive.

Until he heard the crack! And then deathly silence. His ears rang with anxiety “oh no, no, no! She can’t be dead, she can’t be.” he found himself thinking at the insinuation of your potential death. Tears welled in his blue eyes as thick spit began to moisten his throat with his stifled sobs

He didn’t care about the chaos around him only you. Kate’s screams had been the next to fill the grocery store. The silence after hers had felt less forgiving.

the sticky substance had cling to you seemingly everywhere, your white band shirt had been sliced and covered in bright red pools of blood. Majority yours.

the sight of your disheveled appearance in a reflection of a fridge at the bottom of the aisle had you double checking it was you, blood covered seemingly every inch of you your adrenaline levels high, despite your desheveled appearance and your wounds you didn’t feel it.

You couldn’t you were running on adrenaline, and your only weapon a god damn hammer.

But you didn’t have much choice you decided, taking a shaky breath and moving further into the store, deena and sams discarded pill bowl was the next thing you saw.

Kates screams went quiet, and your shaky breathing filled your ears as your frantically beating heart slammed against your rib cage. As you crept towards where Kate was stationed.

Your hearing seemingly deafened, when you saw Kate’s carnaged head sheathed through in the bread slicer. A shaky “oh…my…god” left your lips as the souring ting of her blood stained your throat.

And you thought being stabbed was bad.

Every inhale stung with the bitter taste of blood that filled the air, it tasted bitter and stale, as the sound of running could be heard behind you. When both josh and Simon had piled out of two aisles not long after you. Them Too witnessing the carnage body of their friend.

The sight of Kate’s mangled body had stifled the boys “I think I’m gonna puke” Simon whispered, “me too.” You chuckled uncomfortably, simon could’ve sworn he had never turned his head so fast he almost had whiplash

When he saw you it was like everything melted away as Simon saw you, alive and breathing. Simon let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Oh fuck- y/n!” Simon exclaimed shakily, when he realised it was infact you, Simons heavy breathing filled your ears as he pulled you into a desperate hug, his pale hands clutching your head and lower back, as you wrapped yours around his back and shoulders Holding on for dear life.

Both of you had been shaking. “Oh my god y/n! Are you okay?!? Whose blood is that?” Simon rambled out, when he pulled back from the embrace.

“It’s mostly mine, but don’t worry I got a few good hits on her too.”

“Mostly yours?!?” He exclaimed giving you a once over “oh my god” he was so excited to see you, he didn’t even assume that you could be hurt. His fearful brown eyes turned to look at you it was enough to break your heart.

As you brought him into another embrace, inhaling sharply, when you realised

Your sledgehammer had been discarded next to you during your reunion, and the sight of a rapidly approaching Tommy slater was gonna put a damper on things, it was apparent time was of the essence.

So you did the only thing you could do. You pushed Simon out of the way with all of your might, watching the blonde boy slide away from you, his horrified expression sending a sharp stab to your heart.

Or that might’ve been Tommy’s axe that was planted in your shoulder, yours ears rushed with blood, your heart beating frantically in your chest, your friends had called out your name as your knees hit the linoleum with bruising force.

A delayed scream ripped from you, as Tommy’s axe sucured itself in your shoulder, you called out to your friends, your head staring up at Tommy’s bagged head anger apparent in your eyes as you brought yourself to your feet calling to your friends.

“GO RUN!” Before pain stakenly slowly pulling his axe from you left hand shoulder flipping it over in your right hand you looked Tommy right in his bagged face where his eyes should be and whispered a

“Fuck you.” Before swinging his own axe into his neck successfully decapitating him, his body cluttered to the floor as you stared at his flannel clad headless body before turning towards the way simon went.

Simons choked sobs had been enough to make you start crying more then you already were, as the blonde boy had began muttering to himself “holy shit, holy shit, holy shit” as he was sitting with his knees to his chest in an aisle fully believing he had just sealed the death of the girl he had loved.

“Si?” You spoke from the top of the aisle, the fluorescent lights made you look stunning, the blue and pink of the lights framed you as if you were an Angel.

“Y/n?!?” Simon called out his tearful eyes glistened in the lights, Simon was just happy to see you made it out from the clutches of Tommy, he didn’t care you were covered head to toe in blood, h/c knotted, and bleeding profusely. He still thought you looked beautiful leaning your bleeding body on the axe that could’ve killed you.

He pulled himself to his feet, running over to you, and pulling you into his arms, before sliding down to the floor, your bloody body being moved gently sideways in his lap.

“You-you saved me?” And “oh god why would you do that?!?” He whispered softly as he held your cheeks with such gentleness as he rocked you both, it felt safe being in simons grip.

Sitting in his lap had felt like everything would be okay. Like you finally didn’t need to fight anymore. Like he was going to fight for you. Simons other hand had been frantically putting pressure on your shoulder wound.

You were losing too much blood, your head felt woozy, and your eyelids had felt heavier then they ever were, your breathing had begun to shallow. Simon prayed that deena had finally killed Sam and this was all over.

And luckily for him one of those were true, Deena had succeeded in killing Sam, and bringing her back. And an ambulance and police cars had been dispatched.

With every rock of your body simon had held you with increasing tightness it was like he was forcefully holding ro this earth, for just a minute more.

He felt as if his prayers went unanswered when you gripped his pale hand he held to your face and whispered

“simon…si-“

“No! no, don’t speak save your strength” simon whispered gripping your blood covered hand.

“Simon-” Your grip, tightened.

“-im d-dying, I want you to have this.”

Simon had felt like he had just been stabbed you couldn’t be dying! How could you just accept that you were dying?

Wheezing as you gripped the cool silver of your locket, tearing it from your chest, your chest rattling with each breath.

“Si I want you, t-to have it.”

your eyes drooped before lazily staring up at him through your eyelashes.

Letting go of his hand on your cheek you Brough your hand to his cheek before smiling up at him your teeth covered in blood, your body groaning in protest as you begin to move your head forward to place a lazy kiss on his lips.

Slumping back slowly to your previous position in his arms blood began to trickle from your mouth as you choked out a

“Oh si- p-please don’t cry…”

He didn’t even realise he had been crying.

As Your hand shakily held his cheek throughout your love confession placing a bloody hand cheek on his pale skin, you attempted to smile a bloody smile.

“Remember…I’ll always…be… with you-“

“I love you”

Before your grip on his cheek loosened, falling to the floor limply, before…nothing? The grocery store grew silent, It was silence for the last time that night. There was no sound of your breathing, or his friends screams, or the sound of splashing water or the sound of shoes running on linoleum, only his own choked sobs.

“Y/n? Y/n please answer me” He cried wiping his cheeks of his tears your blood staining his hands as you lightly smacks your face.

“Cmon y/n” smack! “wake up!” Smack!

“Please y/n…” simon muttered in defeat, his sobs loud enough to alert his friends what had happened.

“Please don’t leave me” he cried his grip tightly holding your cooling cheeks your head lulling to the side limply with any movement.

You had looked so peaceful in his arms, your eyes closed, a ghost of a smile on your face, it was apparent you had no regrets.

You were prepared to die for your friends, and die you did, you were brave in life, and braver in death.

Though it didn’t stop simons distraught thoughts to cloud his judgement, he was looking for someone to blame, was it Sams fault? She disturbed the witch, was it deenas? For asking you all to save Sam sacrificing yourselves in the process? Was it’s Kate’s? For being so sure that this plan would work? was it Josh’s? For telling us about Sarah fier, or was it his own. For bringing you here and not turning you away? Telling you to run for the hills and never look back? Or was it your fault? For pushing him out of the way. Simon knew it was wrong but be blamed every single person there.

None so much as he blamed himself, clutching the locket he gave you it reminded him of the time you told him that you’d never take it off, you’d rather have died then taken off the locket.

The chilly night air of the park had bitten your skin as you sat on an old park bench, wrapping your arms around your shoulders and attempting to rub out the goose bumps that had begun to form

Checking your watch every two minutes “god I swear! If simons left me out here in the cold I’ll kill him.”

You spoke staring up into the stars angrily, kicking your foot off of the park bench and jumping down you decided to start your walk home, in the cold, dark night.

In shady side, alone. Yep you were definitely gonna kill him. You had made your way half way down the path near the cover of trees before you heard hurried footsteps and heavy breathing.

As they wheezed out an exhausted “y/n!” Before yelling again a little louder, “y/n!” You knew it was Simon but you were still a little mad at him for making you wait thirty minutes in the cold alone at night so you decided to you with him.

“HELP SIMON!” You yelled out mustering hopefully enough faux fear to fool Simon that you were actually in trouble before you let out another blood curdling scream.

“Oh god y/n?!?” Simon called out running in your general direction, stifling a chuckle as you hid yourself behind a tree, laughing at simons scared expressions.

You actually started to feel a bit bad when he called out for the 3rd time in a row voice wavering as he did so, so you knew it was time to throw in the towel and come clean.

Jumping out at simons turned figure shit eating grin on your face at the scream he let out “holy shit! You should’ve seen your face!”

“Oh haha, very funny y/n! I see how it is” Simon sulked sitting down on the dew covered grass breathing heavily, hands on his knees.

“Oh come on! You can’t really be upset?” You asked, planting yourself next to him on the grass, kicking his leg with your leg.

Truth be told he wasn’t upset, he was just relieved that you were okay, and just scared about what he felt when he didn’t see you at the park bench.

“Yes I’m upset! I thought something happened to you!” He exclaimed shaking his head, chuckling at something that popped into his head.

“Whatre you laughing at?”you asked, smiling wildly before placing a hand under your chin and smiling cheekily “My devilish good looks?”

Simon scoffed, “pfft- no! They are no laughing matter!” He said kicking your shoe clad foot lightly “but what I was laughing at was if you ever did get attacked? Can you imagine that? God they’d go crying back to their mamas if they ever faced you!”

“You’re a kicker!” Simon exclaimed toothy grin on his face as you let out a mock gasp “ah! I am not!”

“You so are!”

“Am not!” You pushed

Simon smiled “Are too”

“Am not!” You frowned pulling up some grass and throwing it at him

“Are too!” He replied “but I love ya anyway”

“Oh shut up! You blushed

“what did you want anyway? You called me to the park at the middle of the night and then left me for 30 minutes!”you spoke turning to look at the blonde boy

“Ah! Right, I wanted to give you this.” He replied looking suddenly bashful as he searched his pockets for something.

“I uh…think I lost it when I was looking for you?” Simon spoke scratching the back of his neck as he searched his pant pockets coming up empty handed aside from a button, a stick of gum, and a tissue.

“Simon!” You exclaimed in exasperation“what was it anyway?”

“It was uh, it was a locket!“ a blush littering simons cheeks as he grinned an embarrassed smile his tooth gap on full display.

“Awww Simon, That’s so sweet. thank you! If we ever find it I promise I’ll never take it off!”

Both you and Simon spent three hours in that park in the middle of the night searching for your locket, no flashlights, just the light of the moon.

It didn’t matter if you both caught a cold a couple of days later, both you and Simon had spent hours together searching, you didn’t find it.

If Simon was being honest majority of the time he was just looking at you, in the moonlight, your hair falling in your face, as you chuckled at how dumb this whole thing was.

“Hey y/n why don’t we just call it a night and go back to yours?maybe watch a movie if something?” The blonde boy asked slightly disheartened by your disappointed expression

“Aww okay!” You called back hands on your hips and frown on your face, as both you and Simon walked back to your house, the warmth of the pretty much empty house was already better as you both snuck back into your room turning on a vhs of some random movie you had throwing off your shoes and getting under your covers

Pulling Simon down with you, as you laid your head on his chest, at first the boy didn’t know what to do his hands stayed away from you until you looked up through your droopy eyes

“What…areee you waiting for? Put your arms round me” you slurred sleepily Simon brought his arms to rest around your midriff as he called out your name

“Y/n?”

“Mm”

“I actually didn’t lose the necklace…”

“Hmm then Why did we spend hours looking for it?” You asked your head still planted firmly on his chest, eyes closed on the verge of sleep

“I just didn’t want the night to end…”

“I didn’t want it to end ‘ither, god I love you…” you yawned out giving in to the bliss of sleep

Simon froze at your words his eyes blowing wide, he just pulled you more into him holding you close to his body.

“I love you too.” He smiled placing a kiss on top of your head “I love you too…”

The memory just made him want to cry over and over again.

Until the red and blue lights off the ambulance and cop cars arrived, his tears shone in the reflection of the lights as he stifled his sobs, his hands gripping your body tighter as the paramedics piled in.

he wouldn’t let go of your body, clinging desperately too you. His friends hands on his shoulders were the only thing that got him to let go. Even tho he physically gave you over, your weight felt like it was still there, choking him.

Joshs face has been watching Simon his hand on his shoulder concern clear in his features “simon…”

Simons red and blotchy face wet with tears glanced up at him

“she’s dead, josh.” His voice hardening anger and despair setting into his voice as he continued;

“she’s dead because of me…”

#simon kalivoda x reader #fear street #fear street 1994 #fear street fanfic #fear street x reader #simon kalivoda #fear street simon #simon kalivoda x fem reader #fear street 1666 #fear street 1978

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Hazbin Hotel: Christianity slams vs My Defense

Let's get one thing straight first: I'm a fan of the show. It has an awesome person with my own sexuality in the cast (Alastor). It's not a constant string of dark humor and cussing and actually has a well concocted story with well built characters, unlike south park and family guy.

Of course...I am a christian. I've seen so people react to this that say "This is why Christianity is awful!" Ah ha ha...

I feel like I need to defend myself.

Yes, some branches of Christianity are very bigoted, strict, bias, and just horrible. I don't like associating with those people.

First of all: I'm protestant.

There's catholic and protestant.

Catholic believe in the trinity, and strict following of the bible and church going, of course they also believe the pope is someone who's word is god send, and do whatever their priests say will absolve them of their sins and get them and get them into heaven.

Protestants formed because they believed that people don't have the right to judge or absolve us, only god has that power. They are more believers of following religion and being devout on your own terms, that's why everyone has their own bible to read. Praying is more select and can be done whenever, anything to connect us to god.

Now for the sub branch, as some sub-branches of Protestantism are still pretty strict (I'm looking at you, 'god-fearing baptists')

My branch is called 'the United,' formed when several branches merged into one church. It's mainly Presbyterianism with some stuff added on, I still think Presbyterianism can be a bit strict, that's why I like my branch so much.

My branch considers you apart of the community even if you don't go to church all the time. They won't be mad at you if you don't go to sermons. You're allowed to pray at your own leisure and your own preference, I usually just give a dinner prayer every night.

They like it when you ask questions, because our main teaching is that the bible is interpretive. It was written a long time ago by people who had different views than we do today.

Our branch is super accepting of others, we don't even discuss the prospect of going to hell, so I'm starting to think we don't believe in it. If one is suffering, we don't blame them for their own suffering, we teach them god will still be there for them in their darkest moments.

Yes, my church is called the trinity, but I'm not sure how much we believe in it as we don't talk about it much. I grew up thinking Jesus was just God's son, like a demigod. Yeah, Jesus saved us, but we were taught he saved us from the strict society at the time who would kill people for the slightest moral wrong.

I grew up thinking the devil had nothing to do with the fall of man and it was just a snake being a jerk. I grew up thinking the devil and Satan worked for god to test people's faith and thus were not bad.

We don't uphold all the sacraments, just the bread and "wine" and Communion, not to mention baptism (it's not to save us from sin, it's to welcome us into the church. We don't believe in original sin).

My branch is about unconditional love and acceptance, taking religion in your own stride. We are taught to be a good person, that's all that matters. The commandments are an important lesson, (i.e. don't kill, don't steal, no adultery, don't lie, respect your parents and authority, ex).

Yeah my church upheld COVID laws, but that's because they didn't want their congregation getting sick. My mom and dad are pissy about it because they're anti government. I still have faith in them though.

TL;DR, People in the Hazbin hotel community say Christianity is the worst and full of bigoted, bias hypocrites. Don't hate on me please, because my church does preach unconditional love and acceptance.

#hazbin hotel #christianity #jesus #devil #satan #god #Not all Christianity is bad #I can be christian and still like the show #personal defense #religion

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hiswordsarekisses · 11 months

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Since I was a little girl I always assumed that I knew what Jesus looked like because of all the pictures I had seen. I will never forget the day I wanted more specifics and I prayed for Him to show me what He looks like now, and the next thing I knew I was reading a description of Him in the first chapter of Revelation.

I had read that description of Him hundreds of times, yet, for some reason what stuck with me instead were the pretty pictures of the handsome dark-haired Jesus. The only “for sure” description we have is in the Bible, and between the Old and New Testaments, He is described with white hair and “eyes like fire.”

This bled over into who I thought His character was as well. Although I read my Bible, I held onto my own version of Him rather than what was actually on the pages - and quite clearly I might add. That day I began praying to know Who He really is. All I want to know is Who He really is.

My desire to know Him was overwhelming enough that I became brave enough to lay down all the things I had been taught to see and all the things *I thought I knew.* Revelation after revelation came flooding to my heart as I would read like I was digging for treasure. This was the most important thing He ever taught me to do in learning to know Him…. Every once in a while I still get a brand new, unmarked Bible and each day I still pray for Him to teach me.

I have Learned so much over the years that is different from what I was convinced that I knew for sure was true. The biggest thing I learned was just like His Word says - it’s when you think you know, that you really know nothing. (1 Cor 8:2)

It’s amazing how openly receiving your heart becomes when, in humility, the truth is all that matters to you.

That is the “love of the truth” that 2 Thessalonians chapter 2 is speaking of, that keeps us safe from deception.

Our journey as a Christian a lot of the time, is letting go of our assumption about who God is and letting it fall away as He replaces it with Who He actually says He is in His own Word. He is not like us. His character is written out in His Word - His Word is His heart written down for us to know Him. If we base our knowledge of Him on the way we think or feel, or on what a human in a pulpit has told us - I guarantee that we do not know Him at all. Unless we abide in His Word daily, prayerfully studying the Love of our life, the world around us will color our perspective of what true love is. This is a strong warning that has been on my heart for years.

God has said; “My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways,”

declares the LORD. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways are higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.” in Isaiah 55:8-9. This is why we must press on to know Him. So “let us acknowledge the LORD; let us press on to know him. As surely as the sun rises, he will appear; he will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth.” (Hosea 6:3)

“His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes like a flame of fire; His feet were like fine brass, as if refined in a furnace, and His voice as the sound of many waters; He had in His right hand seven stars, out of His mouth went a sharp two-edged sword, and His countenance was like the sun shining in its strength.” Revelation‬ ‭1:14-16

“His eyes were like a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns. He had a name written that no one knew except Himself. He was clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God.” Revelation‬ ‭19:12-13‬

“I watched till thrones were put in place, And the Ancient of Days was seated; His garment was white as snow, And the hair of His head was like pure wool. His throne was a fiery flame, Its wheels a burning fire;” Daniel‬ ‭7:9‬

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 9 months

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so i know i’m kind of always shitting on reddit users for how they talk about debbie (even though i use reddit lmao) but i saw this post and i want to talk about it:

so i say this on most of my debbie posts, and someone whos reading this who has read my other posts about her probably is like “omg we know🙄” but i don’t defend everything debbie has done. i also don’t defend everything fiona, lip, ian, carl, or liam has done because newsflash! it’s shameless. they’re all pieces of shit. (ik i said liam but i do love him he did like one bad thing but it was still iconic so…)

but season 6 is a season where 1) debbie is pretty important, and 2) debbie can be both an amazing character and a piece of shit. one thing about me and probably other people who like debbie too is that one of the things i like most about her is her writing/complexity. and jesus fuck, debbie in season 6 is complex.

so on one hand, i didn’t like her for the whole baby-trapping, trying to force fiona not to get an abortion (even though that was all just frank manipulating her and debbie is a feminist), but on the other hand, i loved how she found herself a home and a way to get money, and i loved how she actually took responsibility for her actions.

because debbie got pregnant at fourteen and gave birth at fifteen. her brain wouldn’t fully develop for another ten years. she made a really stupid decision, but, she owned up to it and took responsibility. nobody who hates debbie will admit that.

so, now finally, i’m going to actually talk about the reddit post lol.

the post says that fiona was being apathetic to debbie, and she was. she 100% was.

she was trying to teach debbie a lesson, and yeah, it fucking worked. but after 6x02 or whatever episode it was, she pretends that she just isn’t guardian of debbie anymore. she likes to ‘go all fiona on her’ and try to control her decisions, but she never actually acts like her guardian anymore, which fucking annoys the shit out of me.

i made a whole post about why i think that fiona was a shitty guardian (here). but i really feel like fiona should’ve tried to help debbie a bit.

i know that might piss people off, but it’s true. debbie can’t take all accountability for her actions at this age and she can’t make enough money to support her baby. debbie says that she can support and care for her baby herself, and that’s what she ended up having to do, but she really wasn’t fully able to, because again, she was a freshman with a baby.

i’m tired of seeing people call debbie stupid when she’s not. she made a stupid decision, but she was a kid, and she owned up to it and tried her best to support her kid while being a kid herself. and no, fiona didn’t ask for it. no, debbie shouldn’t have had a baby, and no, fiona didn’t want the responsibility but guess what? debbie still had her baby. debbie raised the baby. fiona didn’t end up taking any responsibility. i hate to say it but fiona should have taken a little bit of responsibility.

it’s fiona kicking debbie out that irks me.

like the post said, debbie wasn’t able to make a lot of money being a kid and having a kid. so, she gets thrown out of the house. what else was debbie supposed to fucking do?

kicking debbie (and franny!) out was borderline child neglect on fiona’s part. fiona was so neglectful to all of the kids once they actually became her kids, but especially ian, debbie, and liam. franny was debbie’s responsibility, yeah, but debbie was fiona’s responsibility.

fiona had no right to kick debbie and franny out. she had no right to tell carl and debbie to put her at the bottom of their emergency contact list. she had no right to just let them do their own shit, she needed to fucking help them. but instead she was apathetic.

i love fiona. and i get she started raising kids at 5 and i get why she didn’t want to raise another. but she didn’t raise franny and just because she had her own shit going on doesn’t mean she gets to just leave liam behind, let carl be a drug dealer, and kick debbie out.

if she wasn’t ready to have actual responsibility that she has to fulfill then she should’ve just let the kids stay in foster care and not become their legal guardian because she clearly couldn’t handle the actual responsibility.

i’ve also heard someone say “i don’t support teen pregnancy but i support teen moms” and i agree with that and i wish fiona would agree with it too.

i think i’m starting to repeat myself and make less sense so i’m ending the rant here but yeah.

#shameless #debbie gallagher #fiona gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher shameless #shameless meta #shameless rant #franny gallagher #character analysis #shameless analysis #no hate to fiona #i’m just calling her out for what she actually did #i might delete this or rewrite this cus its kinda shitty

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JR: I want to start with kindness. So much of your writing is centered around it, including how many of us struggle with it. Why is kindness important to you?

GS: One of the first images I received of Jesus was this idea of somebody who was so aware of where he was and so selfless that he could intuit what was needed in a given situation to make it better. When I was younger, it hit me that that would be a superpower if I could do that.

Then I got drafted into doing my daughter's sixth grade graduation speech. And I thought, Well, what do I really know as an old fart? It was not much, actually. Except when I scanned back over my life, I had a couple of regrets. They almost all had to do with not being kind enough, which for me often meant being preoccupied with something else or being anxious or being too insecure to step up and do what somewhere in my body I knew was right.

I shared that with the sixth graders, and a few years later gave a version of that to the Syracuse group. At that point, I wouldn't have said that I was that interested in kindness. But you make a speech like that and it gets attention. Suddenly you're The Kindness Person.

For me, it's the practice of trying to believe that the person on the other side is just as real as you are. You happen to be seeing things through these eyes. But theoretically, you could flip around and see them through the other person's eyes, and it would be the same universe.

That has a lot of moral implications, but it also has aesthetic implications. Meaning that story is like a snow globe that you can walk around and go, “Oh, if I imagined these events from this point of view, it would look like this. If I change the perspective, it looks like that.” In the end, the holographic view of the story would be infused with total compassion because you'd know every angle and they would all seem completely reasonable.

JR: Speaking of the snow globe: So many of your characters are trying to be and do good. And it’s really complicated. What feels like doing good in one moment can change in the next based on something as simple as the character walks into a different room. Or we move into another character’s equally convincing POV that opposes or contradicts the one we were just immersed in. Is good something concrete and definable? Is there an Ultimate Truth to life?

GS: When you say, “Here's the situation,” and the reader goes, “Oh, yeah, I get it.” And then you switch, whether it's in that perspective or in another one, there's that moment of disorientation where the reader goes, “Okay, I thought there was just one truth. Now there's at least two. Might there be even more?” This is something I really love about Chekhov: you keep waiting for him to weigh in, to put his finger on the scales, but he doesn't. He's really good at making eight or four or whatever different equally weighted scales.

The ultimate moral work of fiction is to show us how quickly and facilely we judge. Then, if it's a good one, the story teaches you that you can keep several ideas going at once. You can even have several simultaneous moral judgments going at once. To me, that's the highest form of it....

GS:

Kindness doesn't mean niceness. Ultimately, I think it means realism. I always use the example of somebody goes into a coffee shop, and the barista has been crying. Okay, what's the kind thing to do? Well, we don't actually know, because I didn't give you enough information. Even when you're standing there, you don't have enough information. Then it becomes a referendum on how might one decide? And that has something to do with what's going on in your mind before you walk into a coffee shop. If you're thinking I'm such a great, generous teacher of kindness, and then that person is the crying, you’re going to leap in whether you should or not.

I think there's a natural beneficence that rises in us, but the problem is, we don't always know the truth of that situation. A lot of what we think is the truth is our mind supplying some bullshit and we react to that rather than the actual situation. So to be kind might be exactly equal to being so quiet minded that you see clearly, and then your natural goodness will just rise up. But that's all theory.

JR: So beautifully put. One of the biggest complications is that one crying barista might want her tears acknowledged, and the other one might want them ignored.

GS: That’s exactly right. I was walking through O'Hare a couple months ago, and I saw a young woman coming the other way just weeping. I thought, I could either be the obnoxious old guy interfering in a private moment. Or she might be on the very edge where somebody's got to say something to her. I couldn't tell.

That’s where I think it’s good to look at your preset. Why do I want to rush over to her and reassure her? We each have a sort of ambient preset – for me, it’s a mild saviour complex – that might interfere with what the actual moment is telling us. In other words, I was in a particular place when I saw her. And maybe that was a good impulse. Or maybe it wasn't. It’s literally that beautiful phrase, my heart went out to her. So that's an ongoing truth--and that's just somebody walking by in an airport. But what to DO about it? That’s the question. So this leads us to the question of awareness, and of how fully the dataset that is “this moment” is coming through to us.

https://janeratcliffe.substack.com/.../the-kindness...

[thanks Rebecca Solnit]

#kindness #Rebecca solnit #JANE RATCLIFFE #George Saunders #quotes #Interview

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Hello hi! I have been reading ur stuff for awhile, apologies if my tagging u was abrupt! I would love to hear more abt ur thoughts on 1984 as someone else who doesnt like that book

No worries! I'm always happy to meet new people!

Here's a general "1984 is important in history and teaches a vital lesson in dystopian nonsense blah blah blah" starter pack. I first read 1984 for english class in high school. I read it in one sitting (I'm a fast reader) and refused to re-read it to refresh my mind before the final, resulting in my first B in the class. Here's a highlight reel.

Winston almost murks his wife and it's not like. Given any plot importance. I'd understand if it had a plot point to it but he goes on for a paragraph about wanting to yeet her into a pit and then it just. Moves on. He likewise pictures braining Julia on their first meeting outside of work. Again, this is not even a plot point, or used as a discussion piece of paranoia. It just happens.

Winston has a sex-based injury. Winston knows Big Brother is watching constantly. Winston never assumes that Big Brother will notice when his lack of sex ankle wound goes down despite his wife living in a completely other place.

How it handles poor people. Jesus fuck, how it handles poor people. I understand 1984 was written in a time when there was heavy systematic classicism. But it doesn't even have a point in the book? Orwell discusses at length how, of any population, poor people are given the most freedom, but are constrained by smokes and alcohol and sex. How they'll never be smart enough to fight back but they have the best odds to. This isn't relevant to the fucking plot at all? He just yammers on about poor people for a chapter and never brings them up again.

There's probably a lot of race stuff about how Big Brother and Emmanuel Goldstein but I'm even less able to speak coherently about that.

1984 isn’t a cautionary tale. It’s not even a horror novel, because those have some sort of ending. It’s the tale of a victim who is left with Stockholm’s. It betrays the concepts it hopes to push by having the entire love affair, the hidden room, the glass coral. We are left to watch our characters twisted into unknowable hatred by torture and damnation and we learn… what? To NOT rebel? It teaches nothing. It gives us nothing. It feels like we’re just sitting and judging the life of Winston through the metaphors as we watch him suffer. Ants under magnifying glasses, under the sun.

Dystopian novels are supposed to be warnings. Readers are supposed to read these stories and feel that overwhelming sense of dread, and structure, and the act of rebellion is supposed to cement the point of it all. That humans are built to be different, and free, and live our own lives, and hundreds of years of conditioning don’t change that, just repress it.

TLDR: 1984 is an important book. It's not a GOOD book.

#Ask #Question Mandar #frickfrackchickenstack #1984

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Please do make some about Danny and Sam.

👍👍part 1 who is Superman

Superman part of the analysis:

Superman as a character is complex, but also really sympathetic when wrote right, rarely he if sadly. He is seen as simple good two shoes, boring and hypocritical for a lot of people.

Can see he imagining a perfect world were superman job is just help in emergency and natural disasters and the rest of time he can be just Clark together with everyone doing the best for everyone. In his words superman is what he can do not who he is.

In my opinion the best of Superman comics are the ones were the point is not a fight but finding different ways to stop the situation and don't cause damage, his whole life is damage control, even his powers make him the perfect first attended.

In a comic Superman and Wonder Woman are talking about how he needs training in fighting and he responded saying that he doesn't want to be good at it, that he feels he it's wrong to do so and he only fights because he knows someone needs to and he is usually the more strong and durable around, read earth.

That makes his deal with Lex Luthor interesting because Lex is in the center of humanity in a way, he's in the vanguard. Tech, politics and even media, Luthor is in the scene soo every time he deals with him, Superman gets throw in the public eye.

On a justice league animation, I think, he says how he can't wear a mask like other heros because he's already suspicious to humanity with his face laid bare and alien origin confirmed, he always on thin ice.

He safety lies on how long he can go unnoticed and insignificant to most people.

Clark can only be a person only when nobody knows that he can be superman. The moment they do he is alien man no legal rights McGee, and he can never lay low or just be again in the best of situations and be a thing to be dissected, and torn a part to study on the worst ones, making braniac gimmick of completely studying and then destroying everything a personal nightmare turned reality.

The more you learn about superman lore the more you stop thinking of him as a space Jesus and start seeing him as some weird guy just trying to make it in America, like he wasn't born there but he sure was raised as one, he saw the best humanity can offer, and he just giving back all the kindness he had received growing up.

Some of my favorite comics shows he growing up, learning himself as and being perceived as weird or creepy and still beeing loved and accepted, in fucking Kansas. Some comics the whole town of Smallville is in on it, like yes that's just the Kent's child, he is a little different and could juggle tractors like they weighted as much as air, but he is so polite and meek and kind, and the Kents, such a nice couple, always helping everyone in town, they always wanted kids, but they weren't able to conceive, they founding and raising Clark is like a fairy tale coming true.

The Kent's used to be hippies, then the high school sweet hearts settled down back were they grow up , in a farm living of the land, found a baby that come to them from the stars, took one look at him and decided that they were his family, the watched a shit ton of sci Fi movies and tried preparing him the best way they could for this world.

A lot of importance is given at his father teaching him, both the alien one teaching him about his home planet, their down fall, all the greed and desire to consume and conquer and and just thinking about what you want now and never about what others will need in the future. How he is the last of then, how he must uphold their culture, their existence and never let their mistakes repeat.

He doesn't know krypton, didn't even know that is what he is from until adulthood in some stories, he was different, but that was it, growing up he just knew what he wasn't.

Now a hologram of a man he doesn't even know appears to him like a Shakespearean ghost telling him he is his actual dead and he is indeed all alone in the universe and said universe is also kinda in his shoulders now, And Clark a kid with no past become a man with a mission, and so much more questions than before.

When Zod appears determined to conquer Earth, Clark has no choice but kill him, is his duty deal with kryptonian affairs and keep Earth save. When he can't find a peaceful solution he does kill, he hates it but he knows that is the option with less death in the end.

He already lost a home once, he will do everything to not lose another, be it fighting and even killing foes to recycling and always using the public transport.

But his other dad also was a big teacher, Jon is a strong man, the good kind of strong, the type to always help when they can and see the good in every one, a hard worker who refuse to take advantage of others, so different to that white collars from big cities that are destroying this world. Someone always looking out for the underdog.

He wants to be a hero that saves people but he doesn't want to fight much less kill.

Oooh yes, I can see what you mean—I’m always enthralled by how much superman is commentary on the immigrant experience, makes sense when you consider the Jewish origins of the comics. I do feel like it’s forgotten about when not thinking very in-depth about the general story/mythos/etc. very interesting!

Honestly he’s kinda relatable.

#superman #dc comics #clark kent

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The Virtuous Wife

Guide to Becoming a Proverbs 31 Woman

A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies.

We can develop a noble character by following Gods teachings! Let’s dig a little deeper.

Her husband has full confidence in her.

Trust is built over time. Just as we trust fully in the Lord, we also must trust fully in our husbands and vice versa.

This isn’t only about remaining loyal, but also about being emotionally vulnerable in marriage.

She works with eager hands.

Life is a blessing! God does not promise us an easy life, but one in which we can trust in His continual guidance. So, that being said, make the most of your time.

Doing the dishes means we have food to eat. Washing laundry means we’re blessed with clothes to wear. Be grateful for all things!

She gets up while it is dark; she provides food for her family.

I’m not a morning person. Not at all. But God has blessed me with the gift of time and I am learning to value each moment by waking up early to spend time with Him.

Women are beautiful. We have an amazing opportunity to show our love to our families through services like cooking. Just like Jesus!

She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.

Do all things for the Lord! Even mundane chores can be a form of worship and service.

Femininity is not an equivalent to being weak. Rather, she is a strong woman and a provider.

She sees that her trading is profitable.

As much as I love shopping, it’s important to recognize the importance of money management!

She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.

Jesus calls us to humbly serve others. Some ways to do this are to volunteer at a local food pantry, donate to charities, donate old clothes or food, give blood, visit residents at a nursing home, etc!

Don’t forget the key word: humbly. What we do in secret, our Father will reward us for!

Her husband is respected at the city gate.

Marriage is a union of two flesh becoming one. We are representatives of our husbands!

Likewise, it’s essential to choose a husband wisely. A man of God.

She is clothed with strength and dignity, she can laugh at the days to come.

Strength comes from the Lord. Rely on His power and understanding, not your own.

Laughing at the days to come means having complete faith that God will provide. Rejoice always, in the good and bad, for this is the will of the Father!

She speaks with wisdom and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

Let your wisdom and instruction be the words of God through you. Study your Bible everyday, even for just a few minutes, and pray that He will give you understanding.

She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.

Watch over your loved ones and guide them to Christ.

Idleness is a trap! It leaves us feeling guilty and like we’ve wasted our time, whereas being productive makes us happy and feeling accomplished. Please, utilize the precious time God has given you to serve Him.

Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.

This verse is about how your faithfulness and service to God will be a light to others. Let your children see your blessings, attribute them to God, and be praised.

Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

Charm and physical beauty are not qualities that God is looking for, neither is a man of God prioritizing.

Let your beauty be from within. Fear the Lord, or in other words, respect Him and recognize the great works He has done.

Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

All of the above seem like quite a lot to keep in mind, but it’s a journey God will guide us through.

Keep in mind that this is not for nothing, but for the glory of God! Not only will you be praised by your loved ones, but by the Almighty!

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It kind of feels like Thomas' arc of dealing with loss is too much of a repeat of Peter's arc in season 3. I mean, we already know from scripture that dealing with loss isn't going to cause Thomas' faith to end in tragedy. So I can understand those who say that his arc should have been given to someone else. Perhaps to Judas or Schmuel, but this time it should end in tragedy.

Starting off, in my opinion, it wouldn't have made sense for Judas to have an arc of going through grief, as we know that his betrayal stems from greed and not fully trusting Jesus. Shmuel had his moment of clarity, but, like Judas, the second Jesus strayed away from "proper" teachings and notions of how the Messiah "should" act (example: when Mary anointed Jesus' feet), he turned, and denied everything. It just wouldn't have made much sense for either of them to have this moment of grief then betray Jesus.

I mean, I can understand why people think it felt like a repeat, but in all honesty, Thomas having a crisis of faith with his grief over losing Ramah in addition to Jesus' final public miracle being raising Lazarus from the dead makes so much sense to me.

Because what is Thomas' reputation? What is the epitaph attached to his name?

The Doubter.

Doubting Thomas.

Yes, that refers to Thomas not believing that Jesus rose until he could see physical evidence, but it just makes so much sense that his shaken faith starts with Ramah's death in the show. It's like how Peter isn't named Peter until after he's gone through his own crisis and has come out of it believing and trusting Jesus so much more.

Unlike Peter's grief, and later acceptance, Thomas doesn't have that chance right now, because he's getting hit, over and over again, with the trauma of Ramah's loss.

Jesus not bring her back.

Thomas not being able to grieve properly due to Ramah's father sending him away.

Having to immediately go into another public sermon just a few months after Ramah's death, JUST when he tells John he's starting to sleep better, thus throwing him back into that cycle of grief,

PLUS his closest friends nearly dying as they're trying to leave the temple (James and John are his brothers in all but blood, and James almost died. Thomas is repeating this cycle of nearly losing those he cares about)

Losing Lazarus, and then having to watch as Jesus raises him from the dead, and being unable to understand why Lazarus, and not Ramah.

Thomas' grief arc honestly makes so much more sense than Peter's. I understand Peter needed his own big moment where he shifts from being a joker to being the leader of the Apostles, and later, the Church, but Thomas' reputation is that he is the Doubter. That is who he is remembered as (along with being an Apostle, of course), so it makes a ton of sense that they're setting up that moment post-Resurrection with Thomas' faith getting shaken.

It also makes more sense that it was Thomas, because as well as knowing he doubts, he's one of the Apostles we've known the longest through the show, and Ramah's another character we've known for a while as well. We can sympathize with Thomas, and with Peter.

I just think that Thomas' grief arc is so important, because it also reflects people who go through grief today, and how they question and get angry with God. His grief is so realistic and painful.

#this is a little long sorry #the chosen tv series #the chosen spoilers #the chosen season 4 #the chosen thomas

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momentsbeforemass · 1 year

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It all adds up

“Overnight success takes about 10 years.”

That’s the Jeff Bezos version. It’s been said different ways by different people. Whoever said it first, it’s true.

But it’s not just true for companies or products or careers.

It’s true for just about every aspect of our lives. Including who we are.

This is what Jesus is talking about in today’s Gospel. About the importance, about the power of “the smallest letter or the smallest part of a letter.” This is the “why” behind that teaching.

Because nothing worth having in life is the work of a moment. The things that matter are like a mosaic. Built out of thousands of tiny pieces, put together over months and years.

It all adds up.

And that’s true for us as well. You and I are the cumulative product of everything that we have said and done, everything that we have experienced, and everything that we think and feel about all of that.

And it all keeps adding up. We can’t stop it. This effect is always at work in our lives. Molding us, shaping us, changing us – whether we want it to or not.

Your relationship with God? Your ability to love? Who you are when it counts? How you handle the hard things in life? Whether you become who God made you to be?

This where all of it comes from.

The thing is, while you and I are going to shaped by this, we do have a choice. We can just let it happen to us. And end up…wherever. Because we let ourselves be shaped by…whatever.

Or we can choose.

We can be intentional about what we say and do. We can be intentional about what we think and feel.

Not just in the big moments, but (more importantly) in the small, seemingly insignificant ones. Because those are the moments that – taken together – will determine who we are. Both in this life and in eternity.

“Sow a thought, reap an action.

Sow an action, reap a habit.

Sow a habit, reap a character.

Sow a character, reap a destiny.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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#Overnight success #Habit #God #Jesus #Catholic #Christian #Church #Character #Sow #It all adds up #Ralph Waldo Emerson #Moments Before Mass

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walkswithmyfather · 1 year

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“But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, he will teach you all things and bring to your remembrance all that I have said to you.” —John 14:26 (ESV)

“So I say, let the Holy Spirit guide your lives. Then you won’t be doing what your sinful nature craves. The sinful nature wants to do evil, which is just the opposite of what the Spirit wants. And the Spirit gives us desires that are the opposite of what the sinful nature desires. These two forces are constantly fighting each other, so you are not free to carry out your good intentions.

But when you are directed by the Spirit, you are not under obligation to the law of Moses. When you follow the desires of your sinful nature, the results are very clear: sexual immorality, impurity, lustful pleasures, idolatry, sorcery, hostility, quarreling, jealousy, outbursts of anger, selfish ambition, dissension, division, envy, drunkenness, wild parties, and other sins like these. Let me tell you again, as I have before, that anyone living that sort of life will not inherit the Kingdom of God.

But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against these things! Those who belong to Christ Jesus have nailed the passions and desires of their sinful nature to his cross and crucified them there. Since we are living by the Spirit, let us follow the Spirit’s leading in every part of our lives.” —Galatians 5:16‭-‬25 (NLT)

“Who Is The Holy Spirit?” Devotional Day 5 - “Is that You, Holy Spirit?” By Switch (Life.Church):

“Remember the magic of radio we talked about a few days ago? It feels magical, but if you understand a little bit about radio waves, towers, and antennas, some of the wonder fades. Hearing the Holy Spirit’s voice is sort of the same way. We never really lose the wonder, but when we learn how God speaks, it can start to feel more natural.

So, how do we know it’s actually the Holy Spirit’s voice in our head? It’s not as hard as you think. Remember that God wants to speak to you, and He built you to hear His voice. When you hear or feel something you think might be God, you can run it through a few simple tests to be sure.

First, test it against the Bible. Is that voice in your head asking you do something that doesn’t match up with God’s character as described in the Bible? If so, then it’s probably not the Holy Spirit. God never lies. And God will never direct us to sin or to make wrong choices. He loves humanity deeply, even the people that you don’t like.

So sometimes, He’ll ask us to do things that we’re sort of uncomfortable with, like giving someone a second chance after they hurt you or going out of your way to encourage someone you’d rather ignore.

That’s why reading the Bible is so important. The Holy Spirit can use what you read in the Bible to teach you about God’s character so that when you hear His voice it sounds familiar.

Next, you can test it against your own selfishness. As humans, we’re naturally selfish. So, when that voice in your head says to do the unselfish thing, or to think about someone else first—that’s probably the Holy Spirit. You know how it feels when a parent or a teacher encourages you to do the right thing, and you really don’t want to do it? On the inside, you resist it. That little rebellious voice—that’s not God. But, the voice that’s asking you to do what’s right instead of what’s easy—that just might be the Holy Spirit.

One final test—does it sound like something Satan would do? I know this one’s probably obvious, but if you haven’t read much from the Bible, it can be easy to confuse his voice for something good. Satan always makes things sound good, but one of the Holy Spirit’s jobs is to give you something called discernment. Basically, that means the Holy Spirit will help you recognize when something is coming from Satan instead of God. So, if the voice in your head is asking you to do something that sounds a little off, but you can’t quite pinpoint the reason—that’s probably the Holy Spirit helping you recognize the wrong voice.

Sometimes, people can throw God’s name around like a badge to do and say some ridiculous and sometimes hurtful things. Don’t do that. If you ever feel like God is telling you to do something that could hurt someone else, it’s probably not God.

There’s actually a great bonus test we find in the book of Galatians. It talks about the fruit of the spirit, which is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, and faithfulness. The Holy Spirit’s promptings will line up with those outcomes. Sometimes, the Holy Spirit asks you to be a little more loving. Or patient. Or kind. But He’ll never ask you to be the opposite. He’ll never ask you to be impatient or hateful.

And the great news is that if you aim to please God, He will honor the intent of your heart and make His voice obvious. Jesus said, “My sheep know my voice.” So don’t worry. When He speaks, you’ll recognize Him.

Tomorrow, we’ll bring this all together. Now that you know who the Holy Spirit is and how He speaks, it’s time to start a conversation with Him.”

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Playing ANE what a joy ep9 p4

After 4 days of intense training /s Erika has a day off, and sleeps till noon.

I mean... Why the writer is so bad at such simple things? The fact that Lysander’s farm is 4hrs away from civilization (and they added a village in wedding ep, but in AL it was in the middle of nowhere), just to explain how Candy CANNOT stay with him and study at same time... And here, they gave us 3 days of training, everyone important in Eel drops everything to teach Erika... for those 3 days, then they let her rot. We know it’s for Earth mission, but we also know that it didn’t help much. It would be wiser to send there Nevra and Lance and maybe Mathieu, and let Erika stay and train in Eel more. Or describe that she has spent intense 3 weeks and is getting better at it. Pls, writing how she got better at fighting just because Lance said wise words “be more active in fighting” is...laughable. Dunno, maybe they will let her traing more in future, after that day of laziness, but for now it looks ridik, and I am sure that I have read fanfictions written with more logic. Becoming a warrior is not an instant ramen, it cannot be done in 3 days. Proof that Erika is indeed Jesus of Eldarya.

The writer is trying hard to show us how Erika has grown these days: she is walking in Citadel, looking for places to hide, she is also reciting those few facts HC managed to hammer into her memory. Personally, I think that they could have describe her reading a book about first aid, or do some cardio and it would look less silly, but uh. They are the writers of game I waste money on, so maybe they are on something?

Well done Beemoov, Erika decided to train her superpowers when Leif is with her, so he could guide her and see if everything is ok. It is smart, I am really impressed.

“The day passed, I was wandering around without real goal”. Because??? Why didn’t she train with Mathieu, or go to Absinth and tried to do some basic potions she learnt, or, dunno, do cario? There is a simple, reasonable plot line yet the writer suddenly decides it’s time for Erika to do nothing. WHY? Am I to believe that no one in Guard had time to train some more with their LAST HOPE AND JESUS ERIKA?

Erika decides to look for Leiftan (not sure if it’s for every Gardienne, or only for those who are on his route):

It is. Backgrounds, sprites are beautiful this season. Too bad that the spirit of game went to hell, just like Beemoov’s will to do anything good with this game. Wish we (Erika) could explore world more, but ANE is very limited and empty. We only know bunch of characters, the citadel is empty, we get to know new eldarya place in last episodes.

Except we know and Erika knows that Oracle is Ophelia, so she is here, but it less reasuring. Well, yes- Ophelia is lame guide, only repeating “you will fail, all will die”. The only person who can talk to me like that is Xan, and he belongs to much, MUCH better game than Eldarya.

“ If we are doomed to fail, could we at least do it faster?! “

Xan about state of Eldarya game

It is Leiftan who find us, ofc HH summoned us. OK, action I guess?

After 3 days of training.

And she was kinda right. Never forget that Beemoov decided to kick out one of LI for almost 2 episodes just because.

Erika takes initiative, but she thinks that she doesn’t want to scare him. Nice, no irony here, she shows some good sides here and there, but sadly, the writers then forget how to write humans and it ruins her.

My angel (daemon angel) smiles sweetly when Erika let him read her feelings. This is eally good moments, but I wonder how they work on other routes. Here, they can understand their emotions because of special connection, what about Lance? Mathieu?

Awww, I always loved scenes when the couple meet in the middle.

I don’t like illu, but it’s a give in ANE. However, props MAD PROPS to writer for reminding that Leiftan and Erika had an intense relationship before ANE.

Sadly, Leiftan decides to end this moment because HH, the council, and yes, I get that probably it’s the same line for each LI, but uh. It doesn’t work for him- but then again, after 5th episode of Lysander AL I understood that I got all Beemmoov’s character wrong.

20 maana on repeating same “we didn’t want to leave, but we had to. We stayed in silence because we didn’t want to leave”. Sadly, it is still one of better moments I have spent with my LI so far. Ok Beemoov, I will give you that- they are under stress, so it worked for this scene.

I swear, I have read the same line in at least 3 episodes before now. “All members are here, Koori is also here”. “Everyone stood there, but Jamon, he was absent”. I know, I know. It is small detail, but uh. We all know how nicely this season developed, right? Let me me sad bitch.

Erika wonders what this special mission would be. Will it be a diplomatic mission in Yaqut, to make an alliance with them? Or perhaps a semi-diplomatic mission to:

Both valuable options, and with better pacing and writing both could be possible this season AND would have some meaning.

“but how? When I was a lost girl who was missing her family (and who back then still loved my father- you know, the one who taught me how to cook and who adopted a stray kitten), you all told me it is not possible. The only person who swore he would try to find a way to send me back home was romanced Ezarel, and sadly, he run away to play threesome with Anne-Marie and Twylda. I know it sounds fucked, but so is my life here” -said Erika. JK.

Beemoov, fellow Gardiennes. Listen, that girl has lead a nice, comfortable life on Earth. She had parents, a mother and father- who cooked with her and was a rather chill person. She had friends. She is not a Mathieu, lone in this world and without purpose. It’s good that she tried to build new life on Eldarya, but she has spent there only couple of months, so she should be conflicted, but thrilled. Not sure why writers act like she has spent those 7 years alive and active and bonding with eldarya world.

I know I am bitter, but seeing how Beemoov hypes their new game while giving me shit feels sad.

END of Ep, next time things will get heated, because an IMPORTANT PERSON will role play a fashion designer because IMPORTANT PERSON. Dont get me wrong, if Erika wasn’t playing Jesus, it would be a nice, fitting (ha) quest. As it is it is a bit insulting, but again, she is just a tool.

#playing ANE what a joy #rant #like giga rant

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