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Lovely news, comrades! The Oakland Education Association (local teachers Union) has decided to go on strike starting tomorrow today, citing extremely low wages and bad faith negotiations from the other side. If you are able, consider supporting them either financially (link below from the fine ppl at East Bay DSA) or in person (they welcome fellow picketers from within the community)
Solidarity forever!
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@jegulus-microfic // december 7 // prompt: beloved // words: 690
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses to join together these two people in Holy Matrimony.”
James hears the officiant talk, faintly, but the buzzing in his ears is steadily getting louder until it’s all he hears. His heart thuds so loudly that he’s surprised Remus can’t hear it where he’s next to Sirius on the first row, because that’s where the groom’s family usually sits.
He drags his sweaty palms along his thighs. The fabric of the trousers feels far too expensive to be used to dry his clammy hands.
“If anyone objects to this union, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” The words register with a startling clarity. James blinks, eyes trained on Regulus.
Regulus, with eyes the shade of almost winter, but still so warm. Regulus, with his sharp gaze and sharp tongue, but always softening under James’ hands. Regulus, from his nightmares and his daydreams and his wildest fantasies.
Regulus, who is standing at the front of the room, calmly skipping over James as he looks out at his guests. Regulus, who is standing next to his fiancée.
And the girl is lovely, James is sure, but the main issue is that she isn’t him. Because it should be James up by the altar, hand in hand with Regulus, tears in his eyes as he reads him his vows. As he promises to love and cherish him until the end of time.
“I—”
All heads swivel to face him, jolting James into standing up. He hadn’t meant to speak, really. Had resigned himself to watching Regulus get married to someone else and get drunk at the reception until his knees found tiled floor and his head ended up in the toilet.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” But didn’t he? In for a penny, in for a pound, or whatever. “I didn’t mean to do this now, here, in the middle of your wedding, and I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do this.”
“James,” Sirius hisses. James sees how he moves to stand from his periphery, but is sharply tugged down again by Remus.
“I love you, Regulus. I love you on Sunday mornings, before you've had your coffee and you can barely string a sentence together. I love you when you're drunk and when you're sober and when you're mean. God, I love when you're mean,” he says on a laugh, “because it means you're being yourself. And I'm so tired of thinking of reasons for why I love you. I just do. I don't love you because. I don't love you despite, or until. I love you. Plain and simple. And I know that last time we spoke you said nothing about this is simple, but it is to me.”
James thinks he might have sweated through his shirt and his jacket by the time he's done speaking. His hands are shaking, knees weak.
Regulus stares at him, mouth agape and eyes watery. “I'm sorry,” he says and James dies a little.
Embarrassment and shame settle in his stomach so rapidly he thinks he might be sick, right here down the aisle. He hopes Regulus doesn't slip on it when he walks his wife down it in a few minutes. Wonders if they'll have to step over his prone body.
But then Regulus says, “Really, I— I'm so sorry.” And then he's running. To James. Grabbing his hand and running some more, straight for the door.
James isn't sure how long or far they run, even thinks he could keep running until they reach tomorrow, but Regulus pulls them to a stop eventually.
And then he's being kissed, like the air in his lungs is the only thing keeping Regulus alive and James quite agrees because he thinks he still might die if Regulus pulls away. Thinks he could sustain himself forever on the taste of Regulus' tongue, and the feeling of Regulus' hands in his hair and of Regulus' skin under his.
“You're ridiculous, James Potter,” Regulus says, punched out and breathless, lips slick and bitten.
“And you're beautiful, Regulus Black. Marry me.”
#wedding time!!#alexa play that should be me by justin bieber#not relevant to the plot but i just know james looks so good in a suit#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#jegulus microfic#my writing#mil's microfics
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Sub jock hcs 🙏🏻
I hate jocks ands that’s where this gets fun-
Jock that’s on a powerful position( typical quarterback because it’s the only position I know lol) and the girl who everyone is lowkey jealous of. Like richest girl in town but she’s not from the town her family just kinda can in and took over. She is super kind though and that’s why he began to like her. They’ve never even talked but he always notices her. Always. But…. She doesn’t like him. She’s nice to him of course but she isn’t into him how others are. He’s a jock- ew
note; anon sent in an inspo as well (here)!
warnings; fem reader, sub male, solo masturbation,
The streamers fell over him as he clapped his friends on the back, the last game of the season and they had just won it. Cheers and hollers surrounded him as their cheerleaders flooded the field and began their routines, sending kisses to the players as they clumped together in a mass of grass-covered sweaty boys.
His best friend slapped him on the back and grinned through his mouthguard, his head inclining towards the stands where he knew she'd be waiting. Always here for college cheer, the leader of the student spirit committee was the cutest, kindest girl in the world. She also happened to be a major crush of his. He pushed his friend away teasingly as he jogged over to her, watching her shake the pompoms she had been handing out before the game that sported their university colours.
He basically grinned as he took in her smile, her eyes soon locking onto him.
"Hey QB, great job today." She hummed as she looked up at him, his form easily dwarfing her own. He knew he was a big guy, it's why he was picked for the quarterback position. Tall and muscular, devilishly good-looking... he often had his friends say he exuded 'raw masculinity' whatever that was. The girls also loved him, fawning over him and chatting him up.
But it was unanimous around the university that he had eyes for one person only, the one person he just couldn't seem to snag. She had moved here from a rivalling uni about a year back and had been a ray of sunshine ever since. She was the leader of the cheer committee and basically lived for setting up student union events. She was at every sports game, concert and exhibition.
She really was like an angel sent from above.
"Thanks, me and the boys are going out for celebratory drinks later on, you interested?" He grinned as he leaned against the stands, willing her to look his way for just a moment. To nod and give him a chance. She smiled that sweet little smile as she shook her head.
"Sorry, I have some module work I need to get done. I just had to come over and support our boys." He willed the flush in his cheeks to go down as he referred to him as her boy, even if it wasn't exactly what she had meant. He swallowed his disappointment but nodded anyway.
"Alright, good luck then. I'll see you sometimes on campus anyway." He shot her a heartwarming smile before he crawled his way back to the others, heart doing flips in his chest. This was usually how their interactions went. She was a lovely girl, so kind and open but it was clear she wasn't interested. He knew she liked the scholarly type more, her friend group reflected as much. He didn't like to admit it but he was a little bit of an airhead, but that's what had drawn people to him.
He knew others called him a 'golden retriever' which by his understanding meant he was lovable and energetic. But she seemed to like the stoic type and he couldn't bring himself to change... maybe one day when they were older something would happen between them. He wasn't going to be the star quarterback forever after all.
"Hey man, we're heading toward Joey's, gonna bring some of the girls along. You down?" His friend came up to him and they shared a clap.
"I would but I have something on later, I'll meet up tomorrow yeah?" He laughed as others gathered around him, booing playfully. Soon enough they relented and he watched as they filed towards the lockers, he'd be following as well but he wanted to help out his coach with the equipment first.
In reality, he was simply stalling time, he wanted the showers to himself after all. Packing up was nothing for him, mainly because there wasn't anything to do but it served its purpose. When the coach let him go he made his way to the lockers and grinned at their vacancy. Now he'd not only have the space to himself but the showers would actually be hot.
He shucked off his gear and stepped under the relaxing spray, just hot enough to relax his muscles. He flicked his hair back from his face and doused it in a small amount of shampoo he kept in his pack. As he let the water and suds run down him his mind began to wander.
Frustrated he leaned his head against the cool wall of the stall, his hand unwillingly going to cup his hardening cock. Every time she let him down easy he'd get hard, as if it was like magic. He was so down bad for her it was insane. And yet he couldn't bring himself to move on. So long as he was able to see her on campus he knew he'd keep fantasising about her like this.
Sure it made him feel dirty but the sheer amount of pleasure overrode anything in his mind. Never before was he able to get himself off like this thinking about others. He tried the porn, tried the mags and even his own imagination but everything looped back to her. What would she look like as he plunged into her? Would she look good in pink or red lingerie? What would her voice sound like as she scolded him for thinking of her like this?
That's how it began, he had noticed a shift in his preferences. All his friends would point at the smallest things around but his mind would be on her. It was innocent at first, her riding him as he held onto her hips but soon.... soon it changed. Her forcing him to lay down as she perched herself on his face, making him surrender before her so she could please herself first.
His tie and satin bows turned to handcuffs and ropes. His dick inside her turned to her hand wrapped around a toy she was teasing him with. Making her cry out his name turned into her making him a whining, sobbing mess.
"Fuck." He hissed as he realised he had been jerking himself off all this time, his hand wrapped furiously around his cock. God what he'd do to have her in this position. Her hand stroking him as he fought to stop his legs from buckling.
A drawn-out moan left him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, just the thought of her had him wanting to cum.
It really was insane the hold she had on him...
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Matthew gives off very much husband vibes.
Could you maybe do a fluffy one where it’s the reader first night with him in there new home as a married couple
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My first fluff ☺️ I look forward to this as he's usually written in a smut setting. And you know I'm delusional so this is gonna be as sweet as I can make it.
Hope you like it 🩵
This day is the day some describe as the best day of your life. And it was. Family and friends gathering for the union of two people who swear to love each other forever. Today was your day. The weather suited well today on a lovely morning in France.
From the moment you saw yourself in your dress to the moment Matthew saw you and burst into tears as you walked down the isle with your father.
Your vows were sweet yet impactful. Neither one of you could keep it together. You tried so hard not to ruin your makeup but by then, you didn't care. This was the day you were marrying the love of your life and you didn't regret a single thing.
The reception was a party. Absolute riot. Of course Brady and Matt were the life of the party, other teammates cheering us on as we entered the venue. Safe to say everything went off with a hitch. The first dance, to the food, the cake, endless drinks (of course upon Brady's request), all the way to the honeymoon.
"It feels good to have some piece and quiet for the first time today." you tell Matty after bidding the goodbyes and finally getting into the limo.
We leave for our official honeymoon tomorrow. Tonight we wanted to enjoy each others company before the trip to Fiji.
"Your telling me. I'm glad we stopped Brady from requesting Gangnum Style for the fourth time in a row."
We pulled up to the hotel, all giddy and giggling with each other. Happy to be alone. With your husband. You, his wife. You let out a yelp as Matt picks you up bridal style after unlocking the door. He kisses your cheek softly before placing you gently on the bed. The yawn you let out afterwards displays the events of today finally hitting you hard with exhaustion.
"Ready for bed? Mrs. Tkachuk?" he asks undoing his tie. "Most definetly. You'll get my dress for me?"
You move your hair out of the way for him to unzip your dress and remove your necklace. Not before placing a gentle chaste kiss at the base of your neck. Nothing sexual, just tender affection.
He wraps his arms wrap around your waist as you look out along the France skyline, admiring the city and the sound of bustling people below.
"I love you Matthew Tkachuk," you say turning around in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck.
"And I you, Mrs. Y/N Tkachuck. Now and always."
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[3 p.m.]
You did not write to me yesterday. And this day, so beautiful outside, is poisoned for me. I needed your letter today. Or rather its absence makes me see how much I need it every day. This paper, these words always repeated, what an isolation, isn't it? But I wish you wouldn't go away. Just now, sad, a little frustrated, I tried to imagine a future without you. I beg you, my darling love, whatever happens, never leave me. Do whatever you want, I'll put up with everything from you but be mine.
What I say to you is very serious and long meditated: the link which binds me to you is from now on that of life itself. If it is cut, it is agony and madness. I underline this to you and I write to you very coldly, with the certainty of those who have experienced what they say. Do this for me, will you? Put this letter aside and if one day you are tempted to reject me, read it again. It will tell you the truth that I discovered with fear one day: that, in spite of what I thought I was and in spite of all that I am apparently fulfilled with, I am nothing without you - only a desperate and now barren selfishness.
You are life and what binds me to it. I owe you a new being in me, or rather the one I really was and which had never been born. That is why you belong to me absolutely and forever, as a mother belongs to the one she has created. I am not crazy in telling you this. It is I, the one you know, the clear one, the lucid one, who is speaking to you. The blood we exchanged one day while laughing meant exactly that: indestructible union. And one of the meanings of the indestructible union is that if one moves away, the other enters into harmony.
What binds us are not the bonds of dreams or conventions, they are the bonds of blood, of the creation of one by the other, and of the flesh. They are bonds that are never denied because they are found only once in a lifetime. They are bonds that we do not imagine when we have not known them. But if we finally found them, we know, as I know, that until that moment we had not known anything or lived. It is known that we have just found one of the oldest secrets of life and that it is worth the suffering of being born and growing up. If you don't feel this as I do with the same inevitable force, the same precision and clarity, then I am alone to die. If you feel it, all is saved, and we belong together.
Forgive me for this letter. The absence of yours made me look at the future and I tell you only what I saw there. When I return to Paris, it is this union that we will consecrate. I have a thirst, a terrible thirst for happiness. Just say that you think like me, that you are mine forever as I am yours, that is to say unconditionally, and then we will live far from words, scruples and struggles, and days of happiness await. I love you, I am yours. Don't think I'm crazy. It is the bottom of my long compressed heart that bursts. I have your blood in me, your taste on my lips, your passion to live in my heart. Courage again. And soon we will be happy with our happiness. I kiss you with all my heart. But write, write, I beg you. Do you feel, do you feel how much I love you?
[6 p.m.]
I wrote you this letter just now, which I am sending you after some thought, because it says exactly what I think and feel. But at least don't worry. A movement pushed me to speak to you like this because this day without a letter had literally knocked me out. By reaction, the bottom, the blood of the heart came out. Rereading what follows, cold, I can't find a word to deny, and, finally, I am happy that you didn't write to me and that I found this opportunity to tell you the limitless love I have for you. Panic is good. See you tomorrow, Maria dear. The wind is still blowing on this deserted day and I am waiting for those months when we will be happy, when we will finally enjoy ourselves and this wonderful love. But answer me with a sentence at least, tell me that we are similar and confused. I send you all my love and my desire. I kiss your dear mouth, my mouth...
Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 10, 1950 [#183]
#albert camus#camus#absurd#absurdism#maria casares#correspondance#love letters#love#beautiful#isolation#madness#truth#fear#forever#lucid#union#flesh#creation#suffering#future#happiness#happy#heart#passion#desire#mouth
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⚠️SPREAD THE WORD⚠️ HB999/SB266 just got signed, and I refuse to keep yelling at a brick wall.
This bill aims, among other things, to ban core classes/courses of study that teach "theories that systemic racism, sexism, oppression, and privilege are inherent in the institutions of the United States and were created to maintain social, political, and economic inequities."
....which, as anybody who knows anything about anything about the United States knows, is literally the case. We see it in everything from finance to healthcare to job opportunities to literally everything we see. And we know for a fact that our institutions are and always have been steeped in inequity — such as law enforcement, which was literally brought up to maintain social, political, and economic inequities. There is no debate, only people who wish to force us back down.
The bill also bans and defunds DEI (Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion) programs such as pride groups, Black Student Union, etc. (EDIT: The bill does not outright ban the groups, it prevents them from receiving funding outside of student fees, in the hopes of choking them out into nonexistence.)
I'm a Floridian. I refuse to keep yelling at a brick wall. I'll post it every day if I have to, but I need this to be heard. Our government does not represent us. We cannot afford to give up at this stage, we can only fight back harder. We need to be louder and stronger and more resilient than ever.
And, for the last time, no we will not be moving out of Florida. We will not be giving up and leaving our homes, our families, our livelihoods — and many of us, including myself, are incapable of even doing so. We will stay and fight, and we expect those outside of Florida — even in the bluest of blue states — to stand with us and fight too. This is your fight too. Today it's Florida, tomorrow it's your home. These problems are not exclusive to Florida. These problems are FAR from exclusive to Florida. These are problems that are rearing their heads across the whole nation, that could become mirrored in other nations as well — and we need to fight back NOW — or forever wish we had.
Reblog. Share. Spread the word.
No matter who you are, no matter where you are — this is your fight, too.
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a hidden gem, my own goldmine
part 1 of a Vanessa Abrams playlist - best heard in order
tracklist and quotes under the cut
The Revolution Will Not Be Televised ~ Gil Scott-Heron
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs
The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner
Because the revolution will not be televised, brother
Chain Gang ~ Sam Cooke
Can't you hear them singing
I'm going home one of these days
The Rebel Girl ~ Hazel Dickens
There are blue blood queens and princesses
Who have charms made of diamonds and pearl
But the only and thoroughbred lady
Is the Rebel Girl
The Mesopotamians ~ They Might Be Giants
In Mesopotamia
(No one's ever seen us)
The kingdom where we secretly reign
(And no one's ever heard of our band)
The land where we invisibly rule
As the Mesopotamians
Myriad Harbour ~ The New Pornographers
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)
Stranded at Bleecker and Broadway
Looking for something to do
Which Side Are You On? ~ Work O’ The Weavers
Which side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Thus Always To Tyrants ~ The Oh Hellos
Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale
Do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you
Every tomb, every sea, spit the bones from your teeth
Let the ransomed be free as the revel meets the day
Let the valleys awake, let them rattle and shake
Twenty Five Miles ~ Edwin Starr
Now I'll be so glad to see my baby
And hold her in my arms one more time, huh
Now when I kiss her lips, I turn a back over flip
And I forget about these feet of mine
I got to keep on walking, hey
THE FRIEND SPACE ~ Ryan Woods
I really hope I don’t throw it away
But you couldn’t imagine the way I feel
And now I can’t see why
You wouldn’t wanna be my baby
I got all you need
Comin’ Down ~ Jackie Shane
What's wrong with me? I said it's a simple fact
I don't believe you're ever comin' back
Even The Losers ~ Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Well, it was nearly summer we sat on your roof
Yeah, we smoked cigarettes and we stared at the moon
And I showed you stars you never could see
Babe, it couldn't have been that easy to forget about me
Sylvias Mother ~ The Refreshments
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's packin'
She's gonna be leavin' today
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia is marrying
A fella down Galveston way
Hot & Heavy ~ Lucy Dacus
When I went away it was the only option
Couldn't trust myself to proceed with caution
The most that I could give to you is nothing at all
The best that I could offer was to miss your calls
I Can’t Stand the Rain ~ Ann Peebles
I know you got some sweet memory
But like the wind, ah, you ain't got nothing to say
Radio, Radio ~ Elvis Costello & The Attractions
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio
I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
Stairway to Heaven ~ Led Zeppelin
There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Solidarity Forever ~ Pete Seeger, The Song Swappers
We can break their haughty power, gain our freedom when we learn
That the union makes us strong
American Idiot ~ Green Day
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
In television dreams of tomorrow
9 to 5 ~ Dolly Parton
There's a better life
And you think about it, don't you?
It's a rich man's game
No matter what they call it
And you spend your life
Putting money in his wallet
Stop! In The Name Of Love ~ The Supremes
I watch you walk down the street
Knowing your other love you'll meet
But this time before you run to her
Leaving me alone and hurt
(Think it over) After I've been good to you
5AM ~ Amber Run
We run into a dark room
And we spasm to the sounds
Of a copy of Morrissey
Or the blues of the Deep South
Val Kilmer ~ Bowling For Soup
So when you walk down that red carpet
I hope you trip and fall
I hope someone squirts you with a water gun
A super soaker filled with pee
There’s A Ghost In My House ~ R. Dean Taylor
I can't hide
(Ghost in my house)
From the ghost of your love that's inside
You're still such a part of me
(Ghost in my house)
Still so deep in the heart of me
(Ghost in my house)
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M.A. Presents: Solidarity Forever
[Image: The Monstrous Agonies logo, teal against a black background. The logo is a complex puzzle cube with M on one face and A on another in a gothic font. End description.]
We're back, we're back, we're finally back! 🎉🥳
We're counting down to the start of Season Three with four special bonus episodes, starting with Solidarity Forever - an exploration of the role creatures have played in the history of trade unions, with special guest star Pippin Eira Major playing economic historian Maxwell Pierce!
Listen now on our website, on Spotify, or through iTunes! Full transcript available online. 🎧💖
Pippin is the writer and editor of @spiritboxradio, and plays protagonist, Sam, as he struggles to find his feet as the presenter of a radio station for witches and enthusiasts of the arcane. I imagine we already have a fair bit of overlap in our audiences, but if you haven't checked them out yet I really recommend you do! You can follow them here on Tumblr, or find out more on their website or Twitter.
Big welcome to all our new patrons we've gathered over the break - TinyToniMeloni, DJ, Ray, Megan and Mirka. You can join them at our Patreon, or make a one-off donation through our Ko-Fi page 🤑
Finally, today's the day my lovely little friends - submissions are now OPEN! 🤩 I've updated the guidelines a little on our Submit page here on Tumblr, and will be making a longer post about submissions tomorrow. In the meantime, if you have any questions then fire away.
Enjoy!
#monstrous agonies#spirit box radio#horror podcast#bonus episode#monstrous agonies presents#podcast recommendations#lgbt#queer podcast#trade unions#labor unions#but make 'em spooky#no apologies for anyone getting solidarity forever stuck in their heads#you join me and pippin in our agonies#but hey#THE UNION MAKES US STRONG
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Where I was on 9/11
Thanks to @captregina for reminding me that the 22nd anniversary of 9/11 is tomorrow.
Here's my 9/11 story:
I was in college at the time. I was getting ready to drive to my only class that day. It was at ten in the morning, which meant that I had to leave at around nine if I wanted to get there in time.
As I was leaving, I saw something on the Today show. A plane had crashed into the WTC! I thought it was a movie, so I just continued on with my day. As I was driving, I was listening to the radio, and I heard that another plane had hit the WTC! Now this shit still didn't seem real.
By the time I got to my class, my class was canceled, and word was going around the Wayne State University campus pretty quick. Both students and faculty were in shock and most were in tears. It still hadn't hit me.
I get home, and have lunch, and get ready for work. I was working nights at Meijer (think a midwestern version of Target or Walmart, but unionized) in the toy department, and it wasn't until both employees and customers had seen what was going on TV in the electronics department that it finally hit me. The rest of my workday went by in a blur, and we even saw President Bush speak about it. I still remember that, our President wouldn't be speaking from a place of rage if this didn't happen.
I cried on the way home, even though I was five minutes away. The whole thing made me upset and full of anger. WHY? WHY? What gave someone the right to destroy a country?
Fast forward 22 years, we have been through three Presidents since then! Our last one has single handedly destroyed America from the inside out, making 1/6/2021 worse than 9/11. January 6 is my brother's birthday, and his birthday is now forever tarnished. I was born on November 4, 1979 and what happened on that day was the Iranian Hostage Crisis. The film Argo is about this.
I'm 43 now, I was 21 when 9/11 happened. I have seen a lot of things happen since then. But 9/11/2001 will forever be ingrained in my memory. My parents remember the JFK assassination, my brother and I have 9/11.
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Living and Dying
By Danny Saavedra
What an interesting dichotomy of thoughts the apostle Paul presents in Philippians 1! First, we’re told that Paul is in prison, but he’s joyful about it because his chains have served to advance the gospel. Then, in verses 18–26, Paul breaks down his thought process concerning his own life. He says that all of this has worked out for his deliverance, giving him “sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death.”
Translation? Paul knew his deliverance would either come in freedom from prison to continue to do the work God had for him or in freedom from this fallen world into the presence of Christ forever! In light of this, Paul makes one of the most powerful statements ever recorded: “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.”
Jesus Christ is our life. He’s everything good, beautiful, and wonderful. In Him, we find our identity, belonging, and purpose. Our chief end and divine design are to know Jesus, enjoy a relationship with Him, and make Him known. Apart from Christ, life cannot exist and is not worth anything. To live in this world is to live fully in Christ and for Christ.
Paul didn’t desire to advance himself, live his best life, or seize the day. He desired to be with Jesus, grow in Jesus, know Jesus as intimately as possible, and glorify Jesus. And if it was God’s will for Paul to best glorify Jesus by laying down his life, then Paul would be well pleased by the opportunity. Because for the Christian, death is not a defeat but graduation to glory! It’s of infinite and ultimate gain (kerdos: profit, advantage, a winning trade). How so? Because then we will have true, eternal union with Christ without our sinful human nature standing in the way. We’ll be free from distractions, sin, perils, pain, decay, and death. Christ will be right before us to behold with our eyes and worship at His feet. As 2 Corinthians 5:8 (NKJV) says, "To be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord.”
Paul’s experience in prison—seeing how Jesus had used his chains to advance the gospel, embolden believers, and grow the kingdom in a way he hadn’t previously considered—had cemented for him the understanding that Christ would be exalted whether by his life or death, giving him the “sufficient courage” to face possible death without hesitation, reservation, or regret.
Friends, I pray Paul’s statement would be on every Christian’s heart and mind as they wake up and go to sleep! In the morning, may we pray, “Thank You for this new day, Lord. May everything I do today be for Your glory. And through it, I pray I grow deeper into a loving and close relationship with You.” And in the evening, may we pray, “Lord, I pray for Your will. If I’m granted a new day tomorrow, may it be to Your glory. If You choose to call me home tonight, I will enter eternity with joy to be in Your presence!”
Pause: As you consider the rest of your life, what do you feel God would want to accomplish through you? What would you like to do in the name of Jesus with the time you have left?
Practice: Begin the simple practice of praying something similar to what’s stated above in the morning and evening. Pray this with gratitude and humility, surrendered to His will and out of loving devotion.
YouVersion Bible plan Philippians Whatever happen
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01.05.2024 the world is on fire and i want to die
today, i learned about the union carbide chemical plant disaster in Bhopal, India. a disaster that happened nearly 40 years ago, and is still destroying lives today. it makes me want to die. i don't want to live in a world like this. i want to change it but i feel powerless. and that is by design, i know that is by design that i feel powerless. i'm really depressed sometimes and i kind of fight that off as… maybe it's adhd, i've been saying it's adhd for forever. not sure what's real, i just feel hollow and numb with all the violence in the world. palestine. sudan. india. usamerica. south america. argentina. canada. people are suffering the world around and there's very little i feel i can do. emailed my congresswoman a personal letter, not one of the preformatted ones about Palestine, but she didn't reply. i believed in her when i voted for her. my husband was right. she doesn't care, she is going to uphold the status quo and toe the party line and the party line is genocide denial. we have covid right now. i'm technically cleared to go back out into the world with a mask. i'm not getting my holiday pay because i was out sick the day after new years. my husband has come down with it. i talked him into going to the doctor and getting a note and meds. the doctor gives him today and yesterday of work with the understanding that his weekend is tomorrow, sunday, and monday, so he should be good to go back to work on tuesday. work is calling him in tomorrow. i want to scream at them. i want to scream at the owners of dow chemical company. i want to scream at mary peltola. i want to scream at president biden. i want to scream at the CEO of every fortune 500 company ever. i want to scream at my boss for refusing to give me my holiday pay on the grounds that i have the fucking plague. i want to scream at the unfairness of it all until the world changes, but i am sure i would become hoarse and i don't think i would accomplish very much. i want to scream at the mayor of my city for his response to the housing crisis. (the response is letting people die of exposure btw. and the suggestion to ship our homeless to warmer places. that's the response.) i want to scream at every single person who has ever made a decision to put profit over the lives of innocent people. like the people of Bhopal, the people of Palestine, the indigenous peoples of north america, the people of Sudan, the workers whose lives are lost in preventable accidents, my heart is screaming for the world is on fire and i alone cannot put it out.
#rose rambles#cw vent#world#journal entry#idk what else to tag this as. screaming. violence. hate. depression. world politics doesnt seem to fit.
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Hiii omgg, I'm a new follower of yours. And I just want to say that your writing is phenomenal 😩💓 and if it's ok, can you do a fluff for Bam Margera? Thank you sooo mucchhh, I luv your acc btw💕💕💋
Honey I'm Home!
a/n: Aw thank you so much that makes me so happy to hear :,) and ofc I can! I always enjoy writing about Bam haha
prompt: While Bam is filming the first Jackass movie he got the bright idea of lighting fireworks in your house at 4am to wake you up.
warnings: fluff, fem!reader
You were sound asleep wrapped under your bed covers, Bam not being able to join you tonight just like the past month and a half because of filming for the new movie. You were excited for today because Bam told you he would be coming home for the first time in what felt like forever but when he said he had to stay an extra day or two in California you were sad.
You two being away from each other for this long was weird for you both now since he really never had to leave West Chester to film until the new movie.
But what you were unaware of was the fact that Bam did really get to return home today, and was planning to surprise you with one of your least favorite things; fireworks.
Dico and Raab were happy to help him since the two were not only your best friends, but they loved to prank you. Ryan on the other hand said he would rather have you keep speaking to him instead of pranking you, which was a wise choice on his part.
Bam stood outside of your guys shared bedroom with a devilish smirk on his face as he looked into the camera Raab was holding.
"So it's my first time coming home in a month and a half because of filming and I told a small lie to my lovely girlfriend Yn that I wouldn't be home till tomorrow or the day after. So what's not a better way to surprise her with not only me being home but her least favorite thing, fireworks. I'm Bam Margera and this is Honey I'm Home."
After Bam finished his opener you could hear the snickers of the three boys as Raab turned the camera to himself. "Bam probably has the hottest girlfriend I've ever seen and he's doing stuff to get broken up with." Raab said, "You think she's gonna break up with me of this?" Bam questioned. "Well I would." "Well you aren't her!" Bam laughed.
Raab flipped the camera back over to Bam with Dico who was now in frame. "Sh! You're gonna wake her up with that loud ear drum breaking laugh you have." Dico whisper yelled, Raab trying his best to hold in his laughter as Bam slapped Dico in the back of the head.
Raab left the camera filming, even if they weren't about to light the fireworks Bam and Dico fighting is just as good of content.
Dico rubbed the back of his head as Bam gave him a nasty look while he quietly twisted the door handle to the bedroom, Raab flicking on the night vision option the camera had and setting it down quietly on the dresser that faced almost perfectly in the direction of you and Bam's bed.
Bam put his face up close to the lens before he tip-toed over to one of the buckets filled with fire crackers, Dico and Raab doing the same with the two other buckets in the room. "1, 2, 3!" Bam quietly whispered, the three boys light their lighters in union and quickly lit the string that would light all the fire crackers in the room.
The three boys then quickly stood up and ran out the room not carrying if they woke you from their footsteps. The sound of the door slamming is what brought you out of your sleep. You quickly rose up and looked to the shut door. "Hello?" You said loudly. Your eyes moved away from the door and to a bucket placed near the side of your bed.
"What the hell-" Before you could even finish your sentence the loud sound of fireworks rang through your ears as the room flickered with light. A loud scream coming from your mouth as you covered your ears. You couldn't help but cry, you truly were unsure of what was going on.
Once the fire works finally stopped your bedroom door opened and the lights turned on along with Bam, Dico, and Raab barreling in as they loudly laughed.
Raab was quick to grab the camera on your dresser and flick off night vision as he made his way to you. Dico had fallen onto his knees laughing from how scared and confused you looked. Bam trying his best to make his way to your bed but he was laughing so hard it was taking him a bit.
"Wha- Bam?" You said with a cracky voice. "Honey I'm home!" Bam said laughing as he finally sat on the bed next to you. You began to sob even more as you were now very happy to see your boyfriend and that it was only a prank and not your final moment alive. You tossed your body onto Bam's and hugged him.
"I didn't expect her to hug you." Raab laughed behind the camera. Bam shrugged with a smile as he wrapped his arms around you. "I-I missed yo-you so much." You loudly sobbed. Bam's face was shocked as he turned to the camera. "He just lit three buckets of fire works in your room and you don't even care?" Dico said, still on the floor.
"Not right now." You said. "Well I missed you too." Bam laughed. Raab thought it was a good time to stop recording so you could get past the happiness of finally seeing Bam again. "I didn't think you'd be so happy to see me." Bam said with a small laugh.
"I haven't seen you in so long." You said with a hiccup. "I know I'm sorry pretty girl." Bam said as he kissed your forehead. You sat in Bam's arms for a little, Bam rubbing his hand up and down your back as you relaxed from crying. You really didn't care if Dico and Raab were in the same room.
But then it finally hit you, Bam put three buckets of fireworks in your room as his way of telling you he was home. You pulled yourself out of his arms and shoved him, Bam taken aback from the sudden shift in your mood.
"You asshole you put fireworks in our room!" You shouted, Dico and Raab bursted out laughing as it finally hit you. "Wha-What? Why do you care now?" Bam said with a goofy smile. "Because I do! You can actually go back to LA cause I don't miss you now!" "Aw come on Yn you don't mean that." Bam said with a cocky smile as he tried to move close to you again.
"Get away from me Margera before I slap you so hard you become even dumber than you are now!
#bam margera#bam margera x reader#bam margera fanfic#jackass x reader#jackass#cky#johnny knoxville#ryan dunn#steve o#dave england#danger ehren#chris pontius#ehren mcghehey#jackass one shot#jackass fanfic
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(Part 1)
“Welcome to the marriage of Andrew and Aiden ,” the judge started. “You have been asked to gather here to witness and share in the joy of this union.”
Andrew’s words seemed to get stuck in his throat as he tried not to cry, as he looked at how beautiful Aiden looked in his suit. “Aiden…there was darkness for a long time and then there was light, and that light was you. Your love has given me wings, and our journey begins today,” he stopped, to catch his breath and continued, “ I pledge before this assembled company to be your husband from this day forward. Let us make our two lives, one life. I want you for today, tomorrow, and forever.”
Aiden gave a Cheshire-cat-like grin after Andrew’s words. “I have dreamed my whole life of having someone as wonderful as you. I give myself to you as your husband, and I promise here to treasure all of my days I spend with you, and also the love we celebrate today. Let us bring together our lives and find ourselves anew,” he said easily, not even trying to contain his happiness.
Andrew looked like he was about to burst into tears and that amused him to no end.
Only the Andrew could be so manly and so sweet and cute at the same time. Junior came closer, holding the rings. He stood there, watching both men’s every move with a smile.
The judged cleared his throat. “Aiden Kim, will you take Andrew as your husband, in happiness and with patience and understanding, through conflict and tranquility?” he asked, looking at the ever smiling Aiden.
Junior came even closer, and gave one of the plain but beautiful platinum bands to Aiden, before stepping aside. Aiden grabbed Andrew soft and gorgeous hands tenderly. “I will,” he said firmly, looking at Andrew’s smiling eyes. He placed the ring on the other’s left ring finger and squeezed the hand in reassurance.
“Andrew, will you take Aiden as your husband, in happiness and with patience and understanding, through conflict and tranquility?” The judged asked again, this time turning to look at Andrew.
Junior came close to the couple again, and gave Andrew the other wedding band, smiling at his future brother in law.
Andrew gulped and took deep breaths or he was sure he was going to either cry or pass out. It wasn’t as if he doubted or anything like that. It was just that he wanted everything to be perfect and this was all he had wanted, therefore it was a little overwhelming for him.
“Oh, he so will,” Aiden teasingly replied in a bossy tone, gaining a laugh from the Junior and Andrew’s brother Philip. “He better.”
Andrew laughed as well, and silently thanked his soon-to-be husband for trying to ease his nervousness. “Just like Aiden said: Yes, I will,” he finally said.
With slightly shaking hands, he managed to place ring on Aiden’s left ring finger, and smiled, feeling accomplished.
“In the years which shall bring you both into greater age and wisdom, we hope that their love shall be ever young; that they shall be able to always recover from moments of despair. In this hope, may they keep the vows made on this day, in freedom, teaching each other who they are, what they yet shall be, enabling them to know that, in the fullness of being, they are more than themselves and more than each other, that they are all of us, and that together we share joyously the fruits of life on this earth, our home,” the judge said with a strong voice and looking from side to side of the room. “In as much as Andrew and Aiden have declared their love to each other today, I now greet them with you as husband and husband!” He continued. “You may kiss.”
Junior and Philip clapped as Andrew closed the space between him and Aiden. Sealing their promises with a romantic and meaningful kiss on those lips he loved so much.
I love this 🥹their wedding would be a such a happy moment for them 🥰
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dearest crow
i hope the universe has been treating you kindly as of late. somehow ive been given the gift of a wonderful partner, unsure of what i have done to deserve it, but forever thankful. how has work been? hopefully its been bearable.
it rained today, almost the whole afternoon. i met up with a friend i hadnt seen in a while and we talked in a gazebo whilst it rained. when was the last time you got rain?
hope tomorrow brings a day full of love and adventure
love, sand
Dear sand
It would have been some time around last February I was last graced with rain
I am overjoyed for you with the news of your new union
And for one I think you'd need not do much to earn such things
You are stunning still to me i can understand why someone might want to be close to that
Work has been bringing new things to my door
I have been offered an opportunity at a high-class Cabaret that I'd be quiet a fool to turn down and I will regale you with all the news once it has come to pass
Your personal outing sounds lovely and I'm glad you could arrange it
Do you have many future things to be planned?
I hope your education has been treating you fairly
Yours, Crow
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Whumptober Day 15
Okay, tomorrow I promise I’ll catch up on my AO3 uploads. :’) What can I say, I indulged myself and spent the day playing Legend of Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon for the 500th time instead. XD
Here we have a piece of the Escape!AU that actually fits into the series proper, between “One To Push The Bones About” and “And I’ll Give You the World, And My Heart”. Narilka has started the long and painful process of piecing her life back together, but a particular day makes things considerably harder. Jessa comes to the rescue again, a little more symbolically than in the past. Another little short-and-relatively-sweet breather before we rejoin Jen’s absolute horrorshow of an experience tomorrow, lol.
Day 15 - Theme Chosen: Breathing Through the Pain
Anniversary.
The root word, drawn from a Terran language now all but lost to history, was anniversarius, and it meant returning yearly. It implied continuation, rebirth, security. A sense of certainty that a thing had come before, and it would come again, reliable and steady even while time swept along its course.
Yet, this anniversary marked a union that hadn’t even lasted that year.
Narilka turned her wedding ring over in her fingers, watching the princess-cut diamond flash in the warm sunlight. She had taken it off the day that Andrys left Jaggonath, and had never put it back on, leaving it for a time on her bedside table; when the horrific confirmation of her husband’s death had arrived, she had put it away, tucked inside a jewellery box in the bedroom closet. She had done her best not to think about it, as she dealt with the death notices and the funeral and the legal paperwork that came with being a young noble’s widow, but today she couldn’t help herself.
It was a beautiful day, the sultry breeze carrying traces of birdsong and the bustle of a thriving city through the open windows, but there was still a chill in Narilka’s heart. Gresham had insisted that she take the day off from the shop, and that had left her here - sitting on the edge of her bed, staring down at her wedding ring, and wondering if she was finally ready to let it go.
The winter had felt endless. First it was the anguish of not knowing what had become of Andrys, wondering every day if he had finally lost his battle against the Hunter, or if he was still chasing shadows, or if he had accomplished his goal after all and just decided not to come back - and then finding a dark-haired man on her doorstep one day, fairly radiating the kind of icy power that she would forever associate with the Hunter, holding a box under his arm. A gift of closure, he had said, before vanishing into thin air… and when Narilka had opened the box, she had found what she had somehow already known she would. A different kind of anguish had come then, as Narilka found herself swept up in the rituals of loss, forced to display her grief for every well-wisher that came to shower her in sympathy - even as her heart twinged with guilt for how little grief she truly felt. She hadn’t wanted Andrys dead, not by any means, but she had known that it was the only possible outcome of his madness. Had already done the bulk of her grieving, those first weeks after his abrupt departure, and was now trapped in that numb limbo between sorrow and acceptance. In that state, the colder months had crept by, grinding and miserable.
The only sources of warmth were Jessa and Gresham. Narilka’s boss had belief his gruff exterior many times, stepping up more than once to deal with press and lawyers alike, forcing them to back off whenever he could tell Narilka needed space to breathe - on one memorable occasion, bodily throwing a particularly intrusive reporter out of the shop, after the man had asked outright if Andrys had been unfaithful before his untimely death. He had refused any kind of gratitude for his intervention, grumbling that some people simply needed to be taught a lesson, but Narilka had at least pressed an extra-large batch of his favourite sugar cookies on him in lieu of the thanks he wouldn’t verbally accept.
Jessa…
Narilka didn’t know where she would be without the Ranger.
She had been there every step of the way, offering Narilka whatever support she could. If it was a warm dinner at the Ranger’s house after an exhausting day, or a steadying presence at Narilka’s side while she dealt with yet another batch of paperwork, or just an attentive ear while Narilka ranted about the insane complexities of inheritance that had grown up over the centuries around the aristocracy - no matter the challenge, Jessa had been there to face it with her every moment that the Ranger’s job allowed, reminding Narilka that this wasn’t forever. No matter how endless the winter seemed, spring was coming, and all Narilka had to do was keep pushing ahead. Keep breathing through the pain, until the wound was finally healed.
The ring of the doorbell startled Narilka out of her contemplation. Frowning, she set the ring down and stood, making her way to the front door. Checking the peephole let all the tension flow out of her shoulders, and as she opened the door, she was actually smiling a little.
“I thought you were going to be out of town for a few days?”
Jessa grinned back at her, red hair windswept and eyes bright.
“Swapped jobs with one of my friends, he’s taking the assignment out east and I just have to deal with a warg issue down by the merchant district,” the Ranger said cheerfully. “It’s a beautiful day out, I thought if you didn’t have anything pressing we might ride out of town a little ways and enjoy the fresh air.” She hefted the large wicker basket in her right hand. “I have picnic supplies, too.”
Already picking up her keys and pulling on her riding boots, Narilka still couldn’t help but make a teasing comment.
“You know, at some point, you’re going to have to stop sweeping me off my feet and dramatically carrying me away from all my problems.”
“Nonsense,” Jessa replied, her warm brown eyes sparkling. “You think I went into being a Ranger for the pleasure of having demon guts all over me on a semi-regular basis? I signed up to be a knight in shining armour, and rescuing fair maidens is one of the only job perks, so I’m afraid you’ll just have to get used to it.”
Narilka laughed, and tried to ignore the flush creeping across her cheeks.
You know, I think I just might be able to.
#whumptober2022#no.15#Breathing Through The Pain#coldfire trilogy#fic#narilka lessing#jessa thorson#the neocount writes
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6 Winter Outfit Ideas
Happy Wednesday! Today, I’m sharing 6 winter outfits that are festive and warm that I hope you’ll love! All of these outfits are somewhat dressy (only one pair of jeans) and would take you most anywhere! I think the best thing about all of the looks is that they are made up of very versatile pieces that can be mixed and matched with so many other things to make different outfits! Versatility is key when it comes to having a wardrobe that really works! I did shop my closet somewhat when creating these outfits so all of the exact pieces aren’t available but I’ve linked as similar as possible. I hope you’re inspired by these looks!
The first outfit was created around a new holiday jacket from Mango! I love this jacket because of the Chanel vibe and sparkly thread. It’s a great color to wear with black, off white or even light wash jeans. My jeans are skinny jeans from Veronica Beard that are still available and also come in black (I linked both). The boots are several season old from Tory Burch but I managed to find them so if you want the exact boots, they are linked. I’ve loved these boots because they are warm and the color is neutral so they go with everything! The blouse is older from Joie and my jewelry is from French Kande!
I had so much fun putting this outfit together and I’m planning to wear it for a girls night that I’m hosting in December! It’s such a fun look but still very wearable and warm! The skirt is new from Loft (very affordable) as is the sweater. I purchased the boots last year from Free People and my funky pearl necklace is vintage. The longer strand of pearls is from Julie Miles.
I was introduced to the Brochu Walker brand this year and it has become on of my favorites! The clothes are very well made and so luxurious! The brown pants are faux leather and the light blue sweater is the softest cashmere! My boots are older from Ba&sh Paris and my bag is an ancient one from Kate Spade that I still love!
This look is my version of menswear for winter! The camel coat is a fabulous one that I’ll keep forever from Veronica Beard. I nabbed it on sale about 3 years ago and it’s definitely going in my bag for my trip to New York tomorrow! A camel coat is so versatile and looks great with nearly everything! The rest of the outfit is made up of what I would consider closet essentials. A pair of black loafers, black leather pants and a black cashmere crewneck. The belt adds just a touch of polish to the rest of the outfit! I kept my jewelry simple with a necklace from Devon Woodhill. Devon Woodhill is a new to me jewelry brand that I love. The designs are beautiful and pieces to give and wear for a lifetime!
Yes you can wear black and brown together and it looks amazing! My pants are vegan leather from Lysse New York, the sweater is from J. Crew (I want one in every color) and the vest is from Brochu Walker. The bag is another ancient one from Kate Spade (such a coincidence)!
If you haven’t experienced Sleeper Pajamas yet, what are you waiting for! This look will be my Christmas morning outfit…heels and all, because…why not! The feathers are so much fun and very festive! I’m still looking for the perfect outfit for Amos!
The holiday season is crazy and I’m feeling a little crazy too, but excited to leave for New York in the morning for our annual mother/daughter trip! We always have so much fun and I can’t wait! We’re staying in West Village this time and will be right across the street from the Union Square Farmer’s Market! I’ll be on Instagram stories and sharing a blog post soon! Have a great day!
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