#war against Sodom

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Abram Rescues Lot

1 And it came to pass in the days of Amraphel king of Shinar, Arioch king of Ellasar, Chedorlaomer king of Elam, and Tidal king of nations, 2 that these made war with Bera king of Sodom, and with Birsha king of Gomorrah, Shinab king of Admah, and Shemeber king of Zeboiim, and the king of Bela, which is Zoar. 3 All these were joined together in the Vale of Siddim, which is the Salt Sea. 4 Twelve years they served Chedorlaomer, and in the thirteenth year they rebelled. 5 And in the fourteenth year came Chedorlaomer and the kings that were with him, and smote the Rephaim in Ashteroth Karnaim, and the Zuzim in Ham, and the Emim in Shaveh Kiriathaim, 6 and the Horites in their Mount Seir, unto Elparan, which is by the wilderness. 7 And they returned and came to Enmishpat, which is Kadesh, and smote all the country of the Amalekites and also the Amorites, who dwelt in Hazezontamar. 8 And there went out the king of Sodom, and the king of Gomorrah, and the king of Admah, and the king of Zeboiim, and the king of Bela (the same is Zoar), and they joined battle with them in the Vale of Siddim, 9 against Chedorlaomer the king of Elam, and against Tidal king of nations, and Amraphel king of Shinar, and Arioch king of Ellasar – four kings against five. 10 And the Vale of Siddim was full of slime pits; and the kings of Sodom and Gomorrah fled and fell there, and those who remained fled to the mountain. 11 And they took all the goods of Sodom and Gomorrah and all their victuals, and went their way. 12 And they took Lot, Abram's brother's son, who dwelt in Sodom, and his goods and departed. 13 And there came one who had escaped, and told Abram the Hebrew, for he dwelt on the plain of Mamre the Amorite, brother of Eshcol and brother of Aner; and these were confederate with Abram. 14 And when Abram heard that his brother was taken captive, he armed his trained servants, born in his own house (three hundred and eighteen), and pursued them unto Dan. 15 And he divided himself against them, he and his servants by night, and smote them and pursued them unto Hobah, which is on the left hand of Damascus. 16 And he brought back all the goods, and also brought again his brother Lot and his goods, and the women also and the people. — Genesis 14:1-16 | Third Millennium Bible (TMB) Third Millennium Bible, New Authorized Version, Copyright 1998 by Deuel Enterprises, Inc. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 10:10; Genesis 10:19; Genesis 10:22; Genesis 11:3; Genesis 11:27; Genesis 12:5; Genesis 13:10; Genesis 13:12; Genesis 13:18; Genesis 16:14; Genesis 19:17; Genesis 21:21; Numbers 32:37; Numbers 34:12; Deuteronomy 1:4; 1 Samuel 30:8; 1 Samuel 30:18; Hosea 11:8; Acts 9:2; Acts 9:8; Acts 9:10

#Abram #Lot rescued #Amraphel #Arioch #Chedorlaomer #war against Sodom #Genesis 14:1-16 #Book of Genesis #Old Testament #TMB #Third Millennium Bible #Deuel Enterprises Inc.

[mlmxreader]

Big Boy | König x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Ooohhh König with a short boyfriend? Someone jokingly asks about the height difference and his bf says “I have to climb him like a damn tree every time I want a kiss, it’s annoying.” And König’s like “you can ask me to bend down, you know.” “Nah, you’re my personal jungle gym.”

summary: König loves his pilot boyfriend, even if he is a bit of a pain.

tws: swearing, smoking

König was a lot taller than you, and although you did love him ever so dearly, you had to admit: it could be a pain in the backside and a half to be physically affectionate sometimes. But you made it work, and although some of your fellow pilots in the RAF did tease you for it, it was all in good nature and was not anything other than banter.

Often, when you were off of work for a while König would come home with only one thing in mind: cuddling you; he loved how you seemed to fit so well in his embrace, your head on his chest as he laid a large hand between your shoulders and an arm around your waist while some old song by Sodom or Slayer played quietly, too tired and worn out to talk, too overwhelmed with seeing you at last to even consider opening his mouth, he always kissed you too much for that.

But his favourite thing by far was when he would come to the air field; he loved to watch you land your plane - the Red Kite - while Perveen, Bashar, Pahwa and Cohen landed behind - their planes being the Golden Eagle, Peregrine Falcon, Red Tailed Hawk and Bearded Vulture respectively. What made König love it so much though was not the planes themselves or how they were painted to look like the birds they were named after, but it was how you reacted to seeing him stood on the tarmac.

Without fail, he would bring a thermos of your favourite coffee and would have two cigarettes ready to be smoked; when you first became his boyfriend, you said once that you loved a coffee and a smoke when you landed, and König never forgot.

He was dressed down as he stood on the tarmac, a camo print hoodie in dark green and trousers of the same, but sporting a bright orange beanie hat. If he remembered correctly, you had gotten that hat for him for his birthday as a present a few months after you first started dating, the thought of which made him smile as he felt the rain gently tap, a warning that it was about to start pouring.

Although it was going to be awful, the weather was actually on König's side, as it had meant an early return for the pilots who had been out on a training exercise, it meant his boyfriend would return early.

He watched the Red Kite eagerly, and when it came to a full stop and you climbed out, he grinned.

"Ah, fuck! Shit! Shit! Fucking shit! Why'd it have to fucking rain right as I fucking-" your little rant of complaints came to a halt when you saw König.

A grin spread across your features, and you quickly made your way towards him, running until you crashed right into his body, pressing your face against him as you tightly held onto him. "Hi, Maus."

König eagerly returned the embrace as he smiled. "Hallo, mein geliebter... bist du gut?"

You nodded. "Now I got you, yeah... ich bin sehr gut... und du?"

"Ich bin super," he admitted, unable to stop grinning as he held you tightly. "Wie war dein Flug?"

You shrugged. "Okay... fuck, I missed you."

He gently pulled back, and when you jumped into his arms to kiss him, he couldn't help but to laugh softly; kissing you back eagerly before he gently set you down again, resting his forearm on your head.

"Hey, (y/n)!" Parveen called, grinning from ear to ear. "How'd you kiss him?"

You shrugged, waiting for him to get closer before you dared to answer, "how'd you think? I have to climb him like a damn tree every time I want a kiss, it's annoying as fuck, mate."

König looked down at you for a moment, his brows furrowing. "You can ask me to bend down, you know, Bärchen."

Gently, you tapped his stomach as you shook your head. "Nah, you're my personal jungle gym... besides, it's like a positive reinforcement thing."

He cocked his brow, trying not to smile as he let his hand slip to your shoulders, resting between them as he slowly moved his thumb up and down, letting you lean into him. "You could still ask me to Kuss you."

"I'd rather not," you shook your head, licking your lips as you smiled. "It's more fun this way."

"Why don't you just punch him in the stomach?" Perveen jokingly asked. "That'll make him bend down."

König glared at the Squadron Leader. "Don't encourage him, bitte."

You were about to open your mouth, let off some smart ass comment, when König shoved his hand into his pocket, and gave you a cigarette and a lighter; he bent down, picked up the thermos, and held it out for you, doing his best not to smile when you eagerly lit up your cigarette and held it between your lips as you opened the thermos and let the stench of coffee hit you.

Sure, you could be a pain, you could be a nightmare, but König adored you, and he honestly couldn't wait until he had you back home; he couldn't wait to feel you in his embrace and to hold you so tightly, bouncing on his heels slightly as he waited for you to smoke your cigarette and drink your coffee. He knew you loved and needed it.

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[returnsandreturns]

"A bookshop doesn't seem particularly demonic," Crowley says, ambling around browsing the shelves like he'll find hardcore pornography or illustrated instructions for ritualistic sacrifices.

"Oh, books are insidious," Aziraphale says, watching him fondly. "They can start wars, spark revolution, drive humans to lust or love or hate. . .foundation of their culture, really. I mean, the Bible alone."

"You said we wouldn't talk about the Bible," Crowley says, giving him a wounded look. "You make me consider things and it becomes an ethical issue and I still think that Heaven's going to arrest me for thought crimes."

"The fact that you think that of Heaven seems like it might be a thought crime in and of itself," Aziraphale says, laughing when Crowley turns to sink backward against one of the shelves, glaring at him over a copy of Paradise Lost that Aziraphale thinks he might actually enjoy in an amusing, conflicted way if he'd just sit down for long enough to read it. "I don't think they're listening to your thoughts, angel. At the very least, they don't seem to have noticed how often you think about me."

He can see Crowley blushing from his nose up, smiling when he raises the book even higher before turning to put it back on the shelf, saying, "I don't know what you're talking about. I never know what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't," Aziraphale says, warmly.

"I suppose Hell isn't keeping a close eye on you," Crowley says, still turned away from him. "Willingly fraternizing with an angel and all."

"Fraternizing," Aziraphale murmurs, under his breath, getting up to pluck a book off a different shelf and turn Crowley around gently, barely pushing him up against the shelf he's been hiding his face in. Crowley's breath catches and Aziraphale thinks about it. He'll never do it but he'll surely think about it. "I can just tell them I'm exposing you to the dangers of erotic literature. Try this."

Crowley's eyes map his whole face suspiciously before he opens the copy of 120 Days of Sodom that Aziraphale pressed into his chest to a random page, reading for five seconds before he gasps and snaps it shut.

"Be nice to my books," Aziraphale warns.

"Stop acting like a--demon and I will be," Crowley says, passing the book back to him.

"Can't," Aziraphale says, simply, reaching up to poke Crowley gently on the nose just to see him make a face before he swans away. "I am one."

#good omens #reverse omens #my fic #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS CASUALLY AND NOT BREATHING HEAVILY WHILE SLUMPED OVER MY LAPTOP

[angrybell]

An Israeli author was supposed to appear and give a talk about her books at the Pushkin House, part of the University of London. It was due to occur on . With the date approaching the people at Pushkin House sent the following to Ms. Rubina.

Good afternoon, Dina

The Pushkin House advertised our upcoming discussion on social media and immediately received critical messages regarding your position on the Palestinian-Israeli conflict. They would like to understand your position on this issue before reacting in any way.

Could you formulate your position and send it to me as soon as possible?”

Natalia! “

Ms. Rubina responded with the following open letter.

An OPEN LETTER

from Dina Rubina

“Dear Natalia!

You have written beautifully about my novels; I am very sorry for the time you have wasted. But it seems we’ll have to cancel our meeting. The University of Warsaw and the University of Torun have just cancelled lectures by the remarkable Israeli Russian-speaking writer Yakov Shechter on the life of Jews in Galicia in the 17th and 19th centuries – “to avoid aggravating the situation”. I suspected that this would also happen to me, because now the academic environment is the main nursery of the most disgusting and rabid anti-Semitism, hiding behind the so-called “criticism of Israel”. I was expecting something like this, and even sat down three times to write you a letter on the subject… but I decided to wait, and so I have waited.

That’s what I want to say to all those who expect from me a quick and obsequious account of my position on my beloved country, which now (and always) lives in a circle of ardent enemies who seek its destruction; on my country, which is now waging a just patriotic war against a violent, ruthless, deceitful and sophisticated enemy:

The last time in my life I apologised in the headmaster’s office, in the ninth grade. Since then, I have done what I think is right, listening only to my conscience and expressing only my understanding of the world order and human laws of justice.

And so on.

I’m really sorry, Natalia, for your efforts and the hope that you could “cook something with me” – something that everyone will like.

Therefore, I ask you personally to send my reply to all those who are interested:

On Saturday 7 October, the Jewish holiday of Simchat Torah, the ruthless, well-trained, carefully prepared and perfectly equipped with Iranian weapons Hamas terrorist regime ruling the Gaza enclave (which Israel left some 20 years ago) attacked dozens of peaceful kibbutzim and simultaneously pelted the territory of my country with tens of thousands of rockets. Atrocities that even the Bible cannot describe, atrocities and horrors that make the crimes of Sodom and Gomorrah pale in comparison (captured, by the way, by the frontal and chest cameras of the murderers themselves and boastfully sent by them in real time to the Internet), can shock any normal person. For several hours, thousands of gleeful, blood-drunk animals raped women, children and men, shot their victims in the crotch and in the head, cut off women’s breasts and played football with them, cut babies out of the bellies of pregnant women and immediately beheaded them, tied up small children and burned them. There were so many charred and completely burnt bodies that for many weeks the pathologists could not cope with the enormous burden of identifying individuals.

My friend, who worked in a New York hospital waiting room for 20 years and then spent another 15 years in Israel identifying remains, was one of the first to arrive in the burned and blood-soaked kibbutzim with a group of rescuers and medics… She still can’t sleep. A medic used to cutting up bodies – she fainted from what she saw and then vomited all the way back to the car. What these people have seen is beyond words.

Together with the Hamas fighters, the “civilian population” rushed into the holes in the fence, joined the pogroms on an unprecedented scale, robbed, killed and dragged whatever they could get their hands on into Gaza. Among these “peaceful Palestinians” were 450 members of the UN’s UNRWA scum. Everyone was there, and judging by the stormy total joy of the population (also captured in these inconvenient times by hundreds of mobile cameras) – there were a lot of people – Hamas supports and approves, at least before the real fighting starts, of almost the entire population of Gaza… The main problem: our residents were dragged into the beast’s lair, more than two hundred of them, including women, children, the elderly and non-essential foreign workers. About a hundred of them are now rotting and dying in the Hamas dungeons. Needless to say, these harassed victims are of little concern to the “academic community”.

But that’s not what I’m talking about. I am not writing this to make anyone sympathise with the tragedy of my people.

For all these years, when the world community has literally poured hundreds of millions of dollars into this piece of land (the Gaza Strip) – and the annual budget of the UNRWA organisation alone is a BILLION dollars! – All these years, Hamas has used this money to build an empire of the most complex underground tunnel system, to stockpile weapons, to teach primary school children how to dismantle and reassemble a Kalashnikov assault rifle, to print textbooks in which the hatred of Israel defies description, in which even the maths problems go like this: “There were ten Jews, Shahid killed four, how many are left?” – with every word calling for the murder of Jews.

And now that Israel, shocked at last by the monstrous crime of these bastards, is waging a war to destroy the Hamas terrorists, who have prepared this war so carefully, planting thousands of shells in all the hospitals, schools, kindergartens… – here the academic world of the whole world has risen up, worried about the “genocide of the Palestinian people”, based, of course, on data provided by… who? That’s right, by the same Hamas, by the same UNRWA… The academic community, which was not concerned about the massacres in Syria, the massacre in Somalia, the mockery of the Uighurs or the millions of Kurds persecuted for decades by the Turkish regime – this very concerned public, wearing “Arafat” around their necks, the trademark of the murderers, rallies under the banners “Free Palestine from the river to the sea! – which means the total destruction of Israel (yes, many of these “academics”, as surveys show, have no idea where this river is, what it is called, where some borders are…). – Now this very public asks me to “take a clear position on this issue”.

Are you serious?! Are you serious?!!

You see, I’m a writer by profession. All my life, for more than fifty years, I have been folding words. My novels have been translated into 40 languages, including Albanian, Turkish, Chinese, Esperanto… and many others.

Now, with great pleasure, without using too many expressions, I sincerely and with all the strength of my soul send all the brainless “intellectuals” interested in my position to the ASS. In fact, very soon you will all be there without me”.

Dina Rubina

#israel #hamas war 2023 #jews #antisemitism

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: Collapsing Empires

One of our classic stories is the band of Plucky Rebels against the Evil Empire. I will boldly go on record as saying I love these stories. Who doesn’t want to cheer on the rag-tag determined heroes fighting against overwhelming odds? (See Star Wars, The Last Starfighter, The Magnificent Seven, and so many others.)

On the other hand I also read history, and so there’s something I’ve noticed. While the urge to create an empire seems to be a human constant, individual empires always fall. Eventually.

I’m sure there are many reasons for this. I’ll give you a few I’ve noticed; you can probably suggest more. The three I’ve got are environmental shifts, out of context problems, and the elite desire to stay in power at all costs.

Each of these can, of course, feed into the others. Here’s a few examples.

Environmental shifts are nasty. Some are from human land use - deforestation and gold or lead mining do numbers on large areas - but others are just the solar system giving you a Bad Era. To be very general, our climate tends to alternate between periods of warmer and more predictable weather, and cooler, less predictable weather patterns. (You can in fact have a scorching drought or a dozen in an Ice Age. It’s just on average cooler.)

Empires tend to get started and grow during the good times, to the point they’re right on the edges of their ecological limits as to how many people can make a living without starving. And then a bad spot hits. And things go sideways. As they say of bankruptcies, first slowly, then all at once. Famines usually start in some spots, and the empire handles it, getting ever more stressed - and then worse weather sparks floods and mudslides, and out of that ecological havoc you tend to get plagues, and between plague and famine you can’t feed or levy enough troops.... And then law and empires collapse as everyone scrambles madly to survive and people who were on the empire’s borders try to make out like a bandit. Pun fully intentional.

A “sudden” (usually over decades) climate change might be considered an out of context problem... but I had more direct and weirder things in mind. At one point, for example, we had archaeological evidence that the Luwian Kingdom might have been wiped out by a comet strike. Current archaeology thinks not, but the scenario still remains possible for fiction. Not to mention the scholarly wrangling over what really happened to Sodom and Gomorrah. It looks like the real-life cities were on a very oil-rich plain. So theoretically, if a meteor shower came down and punched a few holes....

But you don’t have to look to outer space. Cortez and other conquistadores showed up from across the Atlantic with a deep history of warfare that was an extremely out of context problem for the Aztecs, Incas, and many more. (Yes, diseases played a big role. But historically the conquistadores legit beat local armed forces high, wide, and handsome.) Joseon Korea and Tokugawa Japan had similar problems with the rest of the world. Anna and the King is a fictionalized version of the King of Siam trying to ease his kingdom into a soft landing in the modern world. I can only imagine the battles he must have had with his court over that.

Which leads to the third reason I see empires fall. If a ruler wants to keep ruling, and doesn’t trust his people, he has to make sure no one else is strong enough to oppose him. But keeping everyone too weak to fight you means that sooner or later, they’re too weak and corrupt to fight someone else.

And on the edges of an empire, there is always Someone Else.

Side note: This is one of many reasons I think a republic is the best government to create and maintain a nation. Ideally we have people in power getting overthrown all the time. We just do it on an agreed-upon regular basis. Unfortunately that was also supposed to apply to all bureaucracy....

Anyway. If you’re writing Plucky Rebels against the Evil Empire, go for it! But you might want to also poke some history and see if any of these real-world factors apply. Smart rebels take advantage of an existing crisis! Just ask Li Zicheng.

Though note what happened to him....

#creative writing #worldbuilding

[cruger2984]

THE DESCRIPTION OF THE THREE ARCHANGELS Feast Days: September 29, March 24 (St. Gabriel's traditional feast), May 8 (St. Michael's apparition at Monte Gargano), October 24 (St. Raphael's traditional feast)

"Do you believe because I told you that I saw you under the fig tree? You will see greater things than this. And he said to him, 'Amen, amen, I say to you, you will see heaven opened, and the angels of God ascending and descending on the Son of Man!'" -John 1:47-51

St. Michael. St. Gabriel. St. Raphael. These are the Three Archangels that is been mentioned in the Holy Scriptures, and they are honored by the Roman Catholic Church.

The archangels are spiritual beings of the highest rank created by God before the beginning of the world. They have no material body and are immortal. Their name is given according to the mission have received from God. The word archangel is only used twice in the New Testament: In the 4th chapter of Paul's first letter to the Thessalonians and the Epistle of Jude. 

The archangel Michael, whose name means 'who is like God (or Quis ut Deus?)', was assigned to fight the devil. He was appointed to cast Lucifer out of Paradise, for challenging the sovereignty of God, as according to the Book of Revelation: 'Then war broke out in heaven; Michael and his angels battled against the dragon. The dragon and his angels fought back, but they did not prevail and there was no longer any place for them in heaven.' 

Michael helps us in the daily struggle against Satan, who will be defeated in the Apocalyptic war at the end times. 

In Roman Catholic teachings, Saint Michael has four main roles or offices. His first role is the leader of the Army of God and the leader of heaven's forces in their triumph over the powers of hell. He is viewed as the angelic model for the virtues of the spiritual warrior, with the conflict against evil at times viewed as the battle within. The second and third roles of Michael in Catholic teachings deal with death. In his second role, Michael is the angel of death, carrying the souls of all the deceased to heaven. In this role Michael descends at the hour of death, and gives each soul the chance to redeem itself before passing; thus consternating the devil and his minions. Catholic prayers often refer to this role of Michael. In his third role, he weighs souls on his perfectly balanced scales. For this reason, Michael is often depicted holding scales. In his fourth role, Saint Michael, the special patron of the Chosen People in the Old Testament, is also the guardian of the Church. Roman Catholicism includes traditions such as the Prayer to Saint Michael, which specifically asks for the faithful to be 'defended' by the saint, and the Chaplet of Saint Michael consists of nine salutations, one for each choir of angels. 

The archangel Gabriel, whose name means 'God is my strength or hero of God', received the mission to proclaim God's almighty power. He was sent to announce the birth of Jesus to the Blessed Virgin Mary. In the Gospel of Luke, when Mary objected that she was still virgin, Gabriel replied: 'Nothing is impossible from God.' 

Gabriel has the power to assist us in the most desperate cases, and to protect those who announce the Good News. It is said that Gabriel is the destroyer of the sinful city of Sodom.

It is said that Gabriel played some important roles: he taught Moses in the wilderness to write the Book of Genesis, the revealing of the coming of the Savior to Daniel, his appearance to Joachim and Anne the birth of Mary, and the appearance to Zechariah to announce the birth of John the Baptist. 

In the Gospel of Matthew, Gabriel may have been the unnamed angel, who appeared to St. Joseph in his sleep and instructed Joseph not to divorce Mary quietly, and explained that Mary’s child was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and that He would be named Emmanuel, which means God is with us. And in the Gospel of Luke, Gabriel may have been the angel who appeared to the Lord Jesus himself, in the Garden of Gethsemane before His Passion, to strengthen him. 

The archangel Raphael, whose name means 'God has healed', was appointed to cure the sickness of the spirit and of the body, and appeared in the Book of Tobit, and is also identified as the angel who moved the waters of the healing sheep pool.

After getting blinded, God hears both Tobit and Sarah's prayers and Raphael is sent to help them. Tobias is sent to recover money from a relative, and Raphael, in human disguise, offers to accompany him. On the way they catch a fish in the Tigris, and Raphael tells Tobias that the burnt heart and liver can drive out demons and the gall can cure blindness. They arrive in Ecbatana and meet Sarah, and as Raphael has predicted the demon, named Asmodeus, is driven out. Tobias and Sarah are married, Tobias grows wealthy, and they return to Nineveh (Assyria) where Tobit and Anna await them. After revealing his true identity, he said to him: 'I am Raphael, one of the seven angels who enter and serve before the Glory of the Lord.'

Tobit's blindness is cured, and Raphael departs after admonishing Tobit and Tobias to bless God and declare his deeds to the people (the Israelites), to pray and fast, and to give alms. Tobit praises God, who has punished his people with exile but will show them mercy and rebuild the Temple if they turn to him.

Michael is the patron of the military and police forces, Gabriel is the patron of messengers, those who work for broadcasting and telecommunications such as radio and television, postal workers, clerics, diplomats, police dispatchers and stamp collectors, and Raphael is the patron of the blind, of happy meetings, of nurses, of physicians and of travelers. 

#random stuff #catholic #catholic saints #michaelmas #archangels #saint michael #saint gabriel #saint raphael #archangel michael #archangel gabriel #archangel raphael

[kendrixtermina]

I've been following you for a while and I'm definitely pro Palestine. I'm just wondering if you're from there or why you're such an advocate? I am too. I've been to one rally. But I could do better.

No, I'm from europe.

They always told us to think independently & not look away and just go along with everyone else if something like the Nazis etc. happens again in our lifetime, and we dissected in class the disastrous wars of the past & how talking points, rhetoric & nationalism was used to justify atrocities & fool people into throwing away their lives.

But now it's like all the authorities & media went isane at once & are like like "oops, we didn't mean it, shut up & accept this rationalization we feed you". It's the same nonsense. It just wears a 21st century cancel culture disguise of smearing peace activists as "offensive".

I've been against many other wars, religious extremists & oppressive rauthoritarian governments, but they want to sell us that this one is somehow different & forbidden to complain about even though it does all the same things, if not worse? Even before the war the treatment of ppl, and particularly in the westbank & gaza, was atrocious, and the present situation is just in terms of the rate of destruction, the worst destruction since WWII or maybe Vietnam.

Though, to be fair, i just happen to have some time on my hands RN because I'm between jobs and my obsession brain has currently glued itself to the topic. I'm not really a hero or an advocate or anything like those ppl actually losing jobs over this.

But the ppl who are supposed to be speaking for us in media & politics are pretending like everyone here agrees with Israel and those who don't are considered scum. There were dystopian-ass videos interspersed with the adds at a bus station I frequent, calling for 'solidarity with Israel' - solidarity with what? Colonialism? Orientalism? Baby killing? (Then of course the same politicians don't wanna give back stolen art or pay reparations to Namibia, and they also don't care too much about ppl drowning in the mediterranian so...)

One of the guys involved in that one assassination attempt on Hitler said something like "God said he would spare Sodom & Gomorrha if there were even 10 just people there, so we will show that there are at least 10 just people left in Germany" - now I'm not a believer so I wouldn't have put it in those terms, but it really made an impression on me cause it captures the total darkness they were in.

Of course I'mnot anything like those ppl who risked & lost their lives in the process and I'm very aware that I don't have much reach or influence, no money to give for example, and that this is totally the result of me not prioritizing such things. Never though I'd need them.

But I can do what I can to use what limited influence I do have, I guess.

#palestine #free palestine

[homomenhommes]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more …

51 AD – Rome: Titus Flavius Domitianus (51-96) was born in Rome. The Emperor is the first recorded case of a married man leaving his wife for a man, a mime named Paris. After a public outcry Titus killed Paris and went back to his wife. However, he continued his affairs with young men; his wife had him assassinated. 

1894 – Born Lucy Renee Mathilde Schwob, Claude Cahun (d.1954) was a French artist, photographer and writer. Her work was both political and personal, and often played with the concepts of gender and sexuality.

She began making photographic self-portraits as early as 1912, when she was 18 years old, and continued taking images of herself through the 1930s.

Around 1919, she settled on the pseudonym Claude Cahun, intentionally selecting a sexually ambiguous name. During the early 20s, she settled in Paris with her life-long partner and stepsister Suzanne Malherbe. For the rest of their lives together, Cahun and Malherbe collaborated on various written works, sculptures, photomontages and collages. She published articles and novels, notably in the periodical "Mercure de France", and befriended Henri Michaux, Pierre Morhange and Robert Desnos.

Around 1922 she and Malherbe began holding artists' salons at their home. Among the regulars who would attend were artists Henri Michaux and André Breton and literary entrepreneurs Sylvia Beach and Adrienne Monnier. Cahun's work encompassed writing, photography, and theater. She is most remembered for her highly-staged self portraits and tableaux that incorporated the visual aesthetics of Surrealism

In 1937 Cahun and Malherbe settled in Jersey. Following the fall of France and the German occupation of Jersey and the other Channel Islands, they became active as resistance workers and propagandists. Fervently against war, the two worked extensively in producing anti-German fliers. The couple then dressed up and attended many German military events in Jersey, strategically placing them in soldier's pockets, on their chairs, etc. Also, fliers were inconspicuously crumpled up and thrown into cars and windows. In many ways, Cahun and Malherbe's resistance efforts were not only political but artistic actions, using their creative talents to manipulate and undermine the authority which they despised.

In 1944 they were arrested and sentenced to death, but the sentences were never carried out. However, Cahun's health never recovered from her treatment in jail, and she died in 1954. She is buried in St Brelade's Church with her partner Suzanne Malherbe.

1879 – (Friedrich Heinrich Karl) Fritz Haarmann (d.1925), also known as the Butcher of Hanover and the Vampire of Hanover, was a German serial killer who is believed to have been responsible for the murder of 27 boys and young men between 1918 and 1924. He was convicted, found guilty of 24 murders and executed.

Haarmann victims largely consisted of young male commuters, runaways and, occasionally, male prostitutes who hung around Hanover's central station, whom Haarmann would lure back to his apartment and then kill by biting through their throats, sometimes while sodomizing them. All of Haarmann's victims were dismembered before they were discarded, usually in the Leine River. The possessions of several victims were either sold on the black market or retained by either Haarmann or his younger lover, Hans Grans. Rumor also had it that Haarmann would peddle meat from the bodies of his victims as canned black market pork. Although no physical evidence was ever produced to confirm this, Haarmann was known to be an active trader in contraband meat.

Haarmann's accomplice and live-in partner, Hans Grans, sold the possessions of several of the victims cheaply on the black market, and kept other possessions for himself, and Haarmann initially claimed that although Grans knew of many of his murders, and personally urged him to kill two of the victims so he could obtain their clothing and personal possessions, was otherwise not involved in the murders.

Haarmann was eventually apprehended when numerous skeletal remains, which he had dumped into the Leine River, washed up downstream in May and June 1924. The police decided to drag the river and discovered more than 500 human bones which were later confirmed as having come from at least 22 separate human individuals.

Suspicion quickly fell upon Haarmann, who had convictions for molesting children and had been connected to the disappearance of Friedel Rothe in 1918. Haarmann was placed under surveillance and on the night of June 22, was observed prowling Hanover's central station. He was quickly arrested after trying to lure a boy to his apartment. His apartment was searched and the walls were found to be heavily bloodstained. Haarmann tried to explain this as a by-product of his illegal trade as a butcher. However, clothing and personal items known to be possessions of several missing youths were also found in his home.

Haarmann (center) after sentencing

Under interrogation, Haarmann quickly confessed to raping, killing and butchering young men since 1918. When asked how many he had killed, Haarmann claimed "somewhere between 50 and 70". The police, however, could only connect Haarmann with the disappearance of 27 youths, and he was charged with 27 murders. It is interesting to note that only a quarter of the personal items found in his apartment were identified as having belonged to any of the victims.

1953 – Fenton Johnson, the award-winning author of "Crossing the River," "Scissors, Paper, Rock," "Geography of the Heart: A Memoir," and "Keeping Faith: A Skeptic's Journey" was born today. He was born in Kentucky and was the ninth out of nine children.

He dreamed of becoming the U.S. President when he was younger, but decided to become a writer after he enrolled in Stanford University. Johnson is Gay, and explores Gay issues in his work. His memoir "Geography of the Heart" deals with the loss of his partner Larry to AIDS.

He is currently an associate professor of creative writing at the University of Arizona and is working on a new novel The Man Who Loved Birds: A Novel. Johnson has received awards from the Wallace Stegner and James Michener Fellowships in Fiction and National Endowment for the Arts Fellowships in both fiction and creative nonfiction. He has also received a Kentucky Literary Award, two Lambda Literary Awards for best creative nonfiction, as well as the American Library Association Award for best Gay/Lesbian nonfiction.

Furnish with husband Elton John

1962 – David Furnish is a Canadian/British filmmaker, former advertising executive, and now a film director and producer most known for his documentary Elton John: Tantrums & Tiaras. He is the civil partner of British entertainer Elton John.

David Furnish was born in Scarborough, Ontario, Canada. Furnish graduated from the Sir John A. Macdonald Collegiate Institute in 1981 and received an Honours Business Administration undergraduate degree fromthe University of Western Ontario in 1985. He was recruited by the advertising agency Ogilvy & Mather, eventually transferred to the London, England, office and was appointed to their Board.

A mutual friend of Furnish and Elton John left a message for Furnish inviting him to a dinner party at John's house on October 30, 1993. Initially fearing that the dinner would be unpleasant, or that John would be boring, he instead found John to be interesting and engaging. Both were attracted to each other; John asked for his phone number and the two had a private dinner the following night.

Furnish resigned from his position in 1994 after finding it increasingly difficult to balance the position's demands with the demands of his new life with John. With a keen interest in film, Furnish enrolled in courses at the British Film Institute. He is currently co-chief of Rocket Pictures along with John. Furnish is a contributing editor for Tatler magazine and also is a regular columnist for Interview and GQ. Furnish currently serves on the board of the Elton John AIDS Foundation, attending fundraisers and other events in support of that cause.

Furnish was proposed to by John in May 2005 at a dinner party with friends and family at one of their homes in Old Windsor. Furnish and John entered into a civil partnership on December 21, 2005, the first day that civil partnerships could be performed in England, in the town of Windsor, Berkshire. Their son Zachary Jackson Levon Furnish-John was born December 25, 2010 in California via a surrogate. Zachary weighed 7 pounds, 15 ounces.

The California Supreme Court upholds the removal of Judge Leland Geiler for prodding a man with a dildo.

2006 – On this date the Supreme Court of New Jersey ruled that Gay couples have same rights as heterosexual couples.

[apenitentialprayer]

Nuclear War, by Sint3tico

A Fable of the End

Now even as in the time of Job, when the sons of God came to stand before the Lord, Satan was also present among them. And the Lord said to him: "Whence comest thou, Satan?" And Satan answering said, as of old, "I have gone round about the earth, and have walked through it." And the Lord said unto him: "Hast thou considered that simple and upright prince, my servant Name, hating evil and loving peace?" And Satan answering said: "Doth Name fear God in vain? For hast Thou not blessed his hand with great wealth and made him mighty among nations? But stretch forth Thy hand a little and decrease what he hath, and let his enemy be strengthened; then see if he blasphemeth Thee not to Thy face." And the Lord said to Satan: "Behold what he hath, and lessen it. See thou to it." And Satan went forth from the presence of God and returned into the world. Now the Prince Name was not as Holy Job, for when his land was afflicted with trouble and his people less rich than before, when he saw his enemy become mightier, he grew fearful and ceased to trust in God, thinking unto himself: I must strike before the enemy overwhelmeth me without taking his sword in hand. And so it was in those days that the princes of the Earth had hardened their hearts against the Law of the Lord, and of their pride there was no end. And each of them thought within himself that it was better for all to be destroyed than for the will of other princes to prevail over his. For the mighty of the Earth did contend among themselves for supreme power over all; by stealth, treachery, and deceit they did seek to rule, and of war they feared greatly and did tremble; for the Lord God had suffered the wise men of those times to learn the means by which the world itself might be destroyed [...] that men and princes might fear God and humble themselves before the Most High. But they were not humbled. And Satan spoke unto a certain prince, saying: "Fear not the use of the sword, for the wise men have deceived you in saying that the world would be destroyed thereby. Listen not to the counsel of weaklings, for they fear you exceedingly, and they serve your enemies by staying your hand against them. Strike, and know that you shall be king over all." [...] And the prince smote the cities of his enemies with the new fire, and [... o]ver each city a sun appeared and was brighter than the sun of heaven, and immediately the city withered and melted as wax under the torch, and the people thereof did stop in the streets and their skins smoked and they became as fagots thrown on the coals. [...] And a great stink went up from Earth even unto Heaven. Like unto Sodom and Gomorrah was the Earth and the ruins thereof, even in the land of that certain prince, for his enemies did not withhold their vengeance, sending fire in turn to engulf his cities as their own. The stink of the carnage was exceedingly offensive to the Lord, Who spoke unto prince, Name, saying: "WHAT BURNT OFFERING IS THIS THAT YOU HAVE PREPARED BEFORE ME? WHAT IS THIS SAVOR THAT ARISES FROM THE PLACE OF HOLOCAUST? HAVE YOU MADE ME A HOLOCAUST OF SHEEP OR GOATS, OR OFFERED A CALF UNTO GOD?" But the prince answered him not, and God said: "YOU HAVE MADE ME A HOLOCAUST OF MY SONS."

- Walter Miller, Jr. (A Canticle for Leibowitz, pages 184-185, 186, 187)

#Christianity #Catholicism #nuclear arms #nuclear war #Satan #Book of Job #pride #hubris #imperialism #war #A Canticle for Leibowitz

[orthodoxydaily]

Saints&Reading:Tuesday, June 20, 2023

june 20_june 7

THE HOLY WOMEN MARTYRS KALERIA (VALERIA), KYRIAKE and MARIA (304)

St Kiriake

The holy women martyrs Kyriake, Kaleria (Valeria), and Mary lived in Palestinian Caesarea during the persecution under Diocletian (284-305). Having received instruction in the Christian Faith, they abandoned paganism, settled in a solitary place, and spent their lives in prayer, beseeching the Lord that the persecution against Christians would come to an end and that the Faith of Christ would shine throughout all the world.

St Maria

The governor tried to force them to worship idols, but they bravely confessed their faith in Christ. For this reason, they were tortured and received the crown of martyrdom.

Saint Kaleria

Saint Zēnaίda

There is very little information about Saint Zēnaίda, except that she was born in 284 Caesarea of Palestine and found worthy of the charism of working miracles. She ended the course of her life with a martyric death.

The Byzantine Synaxarion mentions that Saint Zēnaίda's veneration was widespread in Constantinople, where her Synaxis took place on June 6 at a church dedicated to her in the Basilisk district.

Several hagiographic sources mention the name of Saint Zēnaίda. Among them, a Neapolitan calendar of the IX century (June 7); a printed Greek Menaion (Venice, 1591; and the Synaxaristes of Saint Νikόdēmos of the Holy Mountain.

In the Roman Martyrology of Cardinal Caesar Baronius, Zēnaίda is mistakenly listed under June 5 with the martyrs Valeria, Kyriakḗ, and Maria.

ROMANS 7:14-8:2

14 We know the law is spiritual, but I am carnal, sold under sin. 15 For what I am doing, I do not understand. What I will do, that I do not practice; but what I hate, that I do. 16 If I do what I will not do, I agree with the law that it is good. 17 I no longer do it, but sin dwells in me. 18 For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh) nothing good dwells; for to will is present with me, but how to perform what is good I do not find. 19 For the good that I will to do, I do not do; but the evil I will not to do, that I practice. 20 Now, if I do what I will not do, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells in me. 21 I find a law that evil is present with me, the one who wills to do good. 22 For I delight in the law of God according to the inward man. 23 But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin in my members. 24 O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? 25 I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, with the mind, I serve the law of God, but with the flesh, the law of sin.

1 There is no condemnation to those in Christ Jesus, who do not walk according to the flesh, but according to the Spirit. 2 For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus has made me free from the law of sin and death.

MATTHEW 10:9-15

9 Provide neither gold nor silver nor copper in your money belts, 10 nor bag for your journey, nor two tunics, nor sandals, nor staffs; for a worker is worthy of his food. 11 Now whatever city or town you enter, inquire who in it is worthy, and stay there till you go out. 12 When you enter a household, greet it. 13 If the family is worthy, let your peace come upon it. But if it is not worthy, let your peace return to you. 14 And whoever will not receive you nor hear your words, shake off the dust from your feet when you depart from that house or city. 15 Assuredly, I say to you, it will be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrah on the day of judgment than for that city!

#orthodoxy #orthodoxchristianity #easternorthodoxchurch #originofchristianity #spirituality #holyscriptures #gospel #bible

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Prophecies against Babylon (Part 2)

24 I have laid a snare for you, and you are also taken, Babylon, and you weren't aware: you are found, and also caught, because you have striven against the LORD.

25 The LORD has opened his armory, and has brought forth the weapons of his indignation; for the Lord, the LORD of hosts, has a work to do in the land of the Chaldeans.

26 Come against her from the utmost border; open her storehouses; cast her up as heaps, and destroy her utterly; let nothing of her be left.

27 Kill all her bulls; let them go down to the slaughter: woe to them. for their day has come, the time of their visitation."

28 The voice of those who flee and escape out of the land of Babylon, to declare in Zion the vengeance of the LORD our God, the vengeance of his temple.

29 "Call together the archers against Babylon, all those who bend the bow; camp against her all around; let none of it escape: recompense her according to her work; according to all that she has done, do to her; for she has been proud against the LORD, against the Holy One of Israel.

30 Therefore her young men will fall in her streets, and all her men of war will be brought to silence in that day," says the LORD.

31 "Look, I am against you, you proud one," says the Lord, the LORD of hosts; for your day has come, the time that I will visit you.

32 The proud one shall stumble and fall, and none shall raise him up; and I will kindle a fire in his cities, and it shall devour all who are around him."

33 Thus says the LORD of hosts: "The children of Israel and the people of Judah are oppressed together; and all who took them captive hold them fast; they refuse to let them go.

34 Their Redeemer is strong; the LORD of hosts is his name: he will thoroughly plead their cause, that he may give rest to the earth, and disquiet the inhabitants of Babylon.

35 A sword is on the Chaldeans," says the LORD, "and on the inhabitants of Babylon, and on her officials, and on her wise men.

36 A sword is on the boasters, and they shall become fools; a sword is on her mighty men, and they shall be dismayed.

37 A sword is on their horses, and on their chariots, and on all the mixed people who are in the midst of her; and they shall become as women: a sword is on her treasures, and they shall be robbed.

38 A drought is on her waters, and they shall be dried up; for it is a land of engraved images, and they glory over idols.

39 Therefore the wild animals of the desert with the wolves shall dwell there, and the ostriches shall dwell in it: and it shall be no more inhabited forever; neither shall it be lived in from generation to generation.

40 As when God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah and the neighbor cities of it," says the LORD, "so shall no man dwell there, neither shall any son of man live in it."

41 "Look, a people comes from the north; and a great nation and many kings shall be stirred up from the uttermost parts of the earth.

42 They lay hold on bow and spear; they are cruel, and have no mercy; their voice roars like the sea; and they ride on horses, everyone set in array, as a man to the battle, against you, daughter of Babylon.

43 The king of Babylon has heard the news of them, and his hands wax feeble: anguish has taken hold of him, pains as of a woman in labor.

44 Look, the enemy shall come up like a lion from the pride of the Jordan against the strong habitation: for I will suddenly make them run away from it; and whoever is chosen, him will I appoint over it: for who is like me? And who will appoint me a time? And who is the shepherd who can stand before me?" 45 Therefore hear the counsel of the LORD, that he has taken against Babylon; and his purposes, that he has purposed against the land of the Chaldeans: "Surely they shall drag them away, even the little ones of the flock; surely he shall make their habitation desolate over them. 46 At the noise of the taking of Babylon the earth trembles, and the cry is heard among the nations." — Jeremiah 50:24-46 | New Heart English Bible (NHEB) The New Heart English Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Leviticus 26:25; Numbers 16:5; Job 9:4; Job 18:20; Job 19:25; Psalm 20:7-8; Psalm 33:11; Psalm 119:78; Isaiah 5:7; Isaiah 5:30; Isaiah 13:2; Isaiah 13:5; Isaiah 13:17; Isaiah 14:17; Isaiah 44:25; Isaiah 45:1; Jeremiah 6:24; Matthew 6:26; Luke 17:28; 2 Thessalonians 1:6; Revelation 16:12; Revelation 18:2; Revelation 18:8

#Prophecies against Babylon #Babylon's fall is certain #Hope for Israel and Judah #redemption for God's people #the destruction of Babylon #Jeremiah 50:24-46 #Book of Jeremiah #Old Testament #NHEB #New Heart English Bible

[mlmxreader]

Toy Boy | Johnny Cage x m!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Could you do one with prompts 101 and 114, with Cage and M reader?? ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Johnny decide to have a little fun for the day.

: ̗̀➛ daddy kink, cockwarming, praise kink, free use, mentions of breeding kink

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Old heavy metal songs by Metallica, Sodom, Slayer and Cannibal Corpse were playing on the speaker as you sat so nicely on Johnny's lap; his cock buried in your ass as he held one hand over your mouth, the other holding the phone against his ear as he spoke to his publicist.

They asked if he had seen you at all, as because you were his agent you were expected to sort out his bookings for the awards season, but Johnny just laughed and said that you were more than busy for the moment.

It was never a secret that you and Johnny were together, as the paparazzi had leaked the relationship early on when they caught him on a beach with you, wearing just swim trunks and kissing and hugging.

It was obvious from the start, and neither you nor Johnny ever saw any point in hiding it anyway.

Sure, interviewers asked him about what it was like to date his agent every time he went to press junkets, but he was always honest - he adored you, and he loved that you never had any qualms with telling him off when he needed it.

You were the reason why he was rumoured to be winning an Oscar; you had nagged him into taking a role for a large director that you were a fan of, a biopic about a scientist during the first World War, and he had been a massive success.

People hadn't stopped talking about the film, or his performance, for months. He was a fan favourite to win the Oscar.

But that didn't stop you from being completely different in the bedroom; always willing and eager to submit to him, always more than happy to lube yourself up so that you could be his cockwarmer throughout the night and during the day.

Letting him have free access to you as long as you wore one red sock and one green one. In the bedroom, you were his favourite fuck toy; his prized toy boy.

He loved the way you looked when he fucked you doggy style on the bed facing the mirror; watching you get cockdrunk and cumdrunk, begging for him to breed you.

He adored how you would happily rush into bathrooms with him at restaurants and awards ceremonies just for a quickie. Johnny fucking knew that he had stuck gold with you. His publicist hung up, and he tossed the phone aside as he hummed, lazily bucking his hips up into you.

"Such a good boy," he said softly, running a hand down your back. "Keeping Daddy's cock nice and warm in your tight ass."

You let out a shaky sigh, wanting nothing more than to be fucked and bred until his cum was leaking from your ass and you could hardly walk; twitching and writhing on the sofa until you couldn't move anymore, only able to whimper out quiet begs for him to keep going.

Overstimulated and completely spent by the time that he eventually pulled out. Drooling until a puddle formed beneath you, sweating and panting heavily. But you knew that if you wanted that, you would have to behave.

You would have to be so good for Johnny if you were to get what you wanted. He grabbed the remote, turning the speaker off before he turned the television on, casually flicking through the channels until he found an old spaghetti Western on; it was by one of his favourite directors, Sergio Leone, and was rightfully rendered as iconic.

He bucked his hips up into you just to listen to your shaky breath as you shuddered and tried to hold it in; torturing you so wonderfully and knowing all the right strings to pull.

"What's the matter, baby?" Johnny hummed, leaning forward so that he could gently hold your throat. "Hmm?"

You swallowed thickly, doing your best not to squirm and buck your hips. "Daddy, I need you..."

He grinned as he licked his lips, clearing his throat as he leaned back with his hands on the back of his head. "Show me how much you need it."

Relief washed over you in short bursts of waves. Rocking your hips slowly, getting him to groan and tilt his head back as he closed his eyes; you could feel him getting hard as you picked up the pace, moving your hips so that his cock hit all the places in your ass.

Making you buckle and groan as you leaned over, putting your hands on the coffee table. Johnny tilted his head forward, able to see his cock pumping in and out of your stretched ass as he bit his lip, stifling a soft grunt.

A string of praises and encouragements left his mouth as he grabbed your sides to keep you steady, his grip bruising and harsh. Fuck. You always took his cock so well.

You were so well trained, bouncing your ass and clenching around him as you whimpered and hung your head. Johnny couldn't help but to smile, slowly thrusting into you.

He grumbled, watching you fuck yourself as his eyes drifted to the television; against the screen, he could see the reflection of him fucking you, and couldn't help but to grin.

It was always his favourite time when he had you on your hands and knees on the bed, facing the mirror so that he could see your face as he fucked you; watching you slowly become an incoherent and needy mess, drooling and unable to do anything but keep fucking yourself on his cock.

Completely drunk, and even getting more drunk from his cum when he bred you. Listening to the soft squelches as he fucked it back into you.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. He tilted his head back again, letting out a long moan as he closed his eyes in bliss; you were such a good boy, such a good little fuck toy for him to use. You would always be his favourite toy boy.

But the way you clenched around him, and how he could feel your body tremble and shake as you chased your release; the sounds of a gunfight on the television masking the slapping of skin so easily as he gripped your sides tighter, pulling you back so that your back was flush to his chest.

He picked up the pace, fucking up into you and pounding your ass as he let go of one side, bringing his thumb to your mouth. He slipped the digit between your lips, and moaned softly when you sucked it. Your tongue running over the tip and swirling around the base.

"Such a good boy," Johnny praised with harsh breaths. "Always such a good boy for Daddy, huh, baby?"

You whimpered, clenching around him as you felt drool slip from the corner of your mouth, leaking down your skin as you shuddered and shook. "I wanna... I wanna..."

"What is it, baby?" He asked softly, running a hand down your torso and stopping just shy of your cock.

You let out a harsh and shaky breath. "I wanna, wanna cum - please, Daddy... been so good..."

"I know, baby," Johnny whispered, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. "Whenever you're ready, okay?"

You nodded, thankful that you didn't have to try and hold yourself back. You clenched around him a final time, your eyes closing tightly as you groaned out his name, toes curling and thighs shaking as you felt your cum spurt onto your stomach.

You tilted your head back, giving him perfect access to the sensitive skin; Johnny didn't even think twice, licking the sweaty skin before sinking into it.

Claiming you as he froze and grunted out your name, slowly easing into you as he felt his cum fill your ass; soft squelches echoing through the room as he eased you through your orgasm. He fell back, the back of his head hitting the sofa as he sighed heavily, daring to laugh.

"You good?"

You nodded, clearing your throat as you stood up. You didn't get far, collapsing onto your back on the sofa as you sighed contentedly. "Fuck, John."

Johnny grinned at you as he licked his lips. "We just did."

You scoffed, playfully glaring at him. "Shut up and get me a cigarette, would you?"

Groaning softly, Johnny stood. Daring to pause and kiss your forehead before he wandered off to grab your cigarettes. "Y'know, we should think about showering."

"Once I've got my cigarette," you chuckled. "I'm fucking spent."

"Well, maybe we can skip the globes," he hummed, handing you the packet and sitting beside you. "Have a night, just you and me."

"No," you growled, lighting it. "We have to be there, if you win then it could be huge for your career."

"And there he is," Johnny laughed. "Immediately into work mode already."

You rolled your eyes fondly. "I might be your boyfriend, but don't forget I'm still your agent."

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[plethoraworldatlas]

When the interviewer asked whether Israel should just drop an atom bomb on the strip, Eliyahu replied that that was an option. Upon being reminded of the more than 240 hostages being held in Gaza, he said he would pray for their return but that "there is also a price to war."

Only two days earlier, Eliyahu had tweeted about destroying an entire city, comparing it to Sodom and Gamora.

...

Later on Sunday, an N12 report claimed Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu was convinced against firing Eliyahu by National Security Minister Itamar Ben-Gvir, who is Eliyahu's faction leader, who claimed in private conversations that firing the heritage minister is "unnecessary and disproportionate."

Despite his supposed suspension, Eliyahu was still able to take part in a vote put out to the ministers by phone as the meeting was cancelled

So zero punishment really

#israel #palestine #gaza #nukes

[sparkly-key]

Uncontrolled descent

The bookshop was in flames. Aziraphale was gone. Killed. And Crowley couldn't see the sense of staying on Earth or the hope of fleeing to Alpha Centuri. So he goes to the end of the world, angry at Heaven and Hell for wanting their stupid war. Written for Day 4 of Whumptober 2023 - "I can see the danger. It's written there in your eyes."

Crowley stared at the legions of the infernal and the angelic - their members clashing on the Tadfield Airfield tarmac and in the air above it – from behind the wheel of the Bentley as he idled at the edge of the woods.

The end of the world.

He laughed bitterly, tipping his head back and upending the bottle of merlot into his gaping maw with no attention paid to the nectar that escaped his lips.

He should have run. Shoulda shoved the angel into the Bentley and fled to Alpha Centuri like he’d intended hours ago. Or 11 years ago, when this damned debacle had started.

Now they’d killed Aziraphale – Heaven or Hell, didn’t know which one, but damn them all and their bloody war - and he couldn’t even think about escaping Earth. Because what was the point if his angel wasn’t there with him?

Crowley finished the bottle with a gulp and thew it onto the passenger seat, hissing as it clattered against the small mountain of broken glass that littered the spot where Zira had sat the night before. His head pounded but the demon didn’t care enough to miracle away the ache. It wouldn’t matter soon in any case.

A column of lightning barreling down toward the tarmac caught his eye – a stark contrast to the few single licks that danced between the sky and ground as less skilled angels smote whatever demon they could target. No, this display of might practically had a signature and its maker was apparent as he beheld Sandalphon, his wings folding and fanning out expertly as Her executioner struck down his opponents with either the golden sword in his right hand or the precise finger he used to smite those unlucky enough to receive his target. His face alight with a sadistic satisfaction Crowley hadn’t seen since Sodom and Gomorrah.

“That’ll do it,” the demon slurred. He fumbled for the door handle, his lithe fingers pulling at it but finding no give as the Bentley refused to release him. “Let me out, you hunk of russssty metal.”

His car ignored him, revving its engine defiantly as it reversed toward the treeline to get him away from the battlefield. Crowley hissed, slamming his foot on the brake. The Bentley shuddered to a stop, trembling from the force of his ire.

“Either let me out or I’ll drive you there myself,” he demanded, his eyes stinging from unshed tears. “Can’t sssstand the thought of you ending up a twisted lump of ssscraps, not when there’s sssssome idiot mortal who can appreciate you properly before this all goes titssss up.”

His car, his second longest companion, sputtered indignantly at the thought of leaving him.

“’M doin’ thisssss, beautiful, can’t ssssstop me,” Crowley promised. “So you’re either gonna have to leave or drive sssssstraight for that sssadistic twat.”

The radio came on with a burst of static, the thin red line ricocheting from one end of the AM-FM spectrum until it came to rest in the center and music blared through the speakers.

Here we stand or here we fall

History won't care at all

Make the bed light the light

Lady mercy won't be home tonight yeah

The Bentley roared to life, slamming the redhead back against the driver’s seat as gas hit the floor and the pair careened off the incline toward the carnage.

Crowley’s lips twisted in proud smirk, just a hint of sorrow in his eyes as he reached for his spare glasses in the glove box. He slid the wiry frames up his nose and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“Atta girl,” he whooped as they burst through barricade. The Bentley fishtailed, bodies of angels and demons colliding with its obsidian frame before the car straightened its course and peeled onto the tarmac – where Gabriel clashed with Beezelbub, their armies circling them in combat as if though they were gladiators in Rome.

It wasn’t Crowley’s plan, but he could improvise.

You don't waste no time at all

Don't hear the bell but you answer the call

It comes to you as to us all

We're just waiting

For the Hammer To Fall

The redhead snarled when a bolt struck them, ripping through the hood. He braced himself as the car flipped forward, cartwheeling grill to bumper until it slid to a stop on its roof. No music was heard, just the sound of a faintly sputtering engine.

Crowley grunted in pain from where he’d landed, the frame twisting around him like a cocoon. His corporation protested as the demon pat the crumpled dash fondly. “Knew I could count on you.”

I've taken my bows

And my curtain calls

You brought me fame and fortune

And everything that goes with it

I thank you all

The lyrics wheezed through the speakers as Crowley forced himself through the wreckage, ripped metal and jagged glass tearing his clothes and his flesh. He snarled as another bolt – not as strong as Sandalphon’s but still nothing to sneer at – struck the Bentley, silencing it completely while the impact slammed Crowley’s shoulder onto a piece of rebar twisting out of the door frame.

With his car hushed, he could hear the battle around him, the cries of fury and pain ringing out among the cacophony of metal clashing against metal and thunder echoing through the air between the cracks of lightning.

Gritting his teeth, the demon freed his shoulder first – biting his lip to contain the pained yell that threatened to escape – and then the rest of his body. He stood, leaning against Bentley as he took in the sight around him.

A scream of agony broke the air as blinding coil of lightening erupted less than 100 feet away and Crowley turned his golden gaze to the sky. Sandalphon was hovering with his back to the demon, his ivory wings beating steadily.

He pulled an engine crank from the wreckage of his car, the somehow unharmed metal cool in his hand. He ignored the pain in his shoulder as he stepped away from Bentley’s support and strode toward the balding bastard whose offhand treatment of Aziraphale had always rankled.

“Oi, you overssssized tweety bird!” Crowley shouted, testing the weight of his makeshift club. He doubted the prick would make the mistake of getting close, but he was an optimist at heart.

As Sandalphon turned, the demon inhaled deeply, pulling from his aching core, and opened his serpentine maw to unleash a dragon-like flame. The hellfire reached for its target, dancing through the air as the angel furiously beat his wings to remove himself from its range.

He roared, more for effect than for affect, for a moment more and then closed his jaw, his corporation normal.

“Well, if it isn’t Aziraphale’s infernal boyfriend,” the angel sneered.

“Keep my angel’s name out of your fucking mouth,” Crowley hissed, darting forward. His ebony wings flared out behind him, lifting him off the ground with a mighty stroke. The wind bit at his eyes, but the demon’s gaze never left his target as he chased, climbing higher through the sky.

Sandalphon broke through the cumulonimbus clouds, obscuring himself from view. Crowley corkscrewed upwards, wind spiraling outward from his body and dissipating the clouds around him. As he got his bearings, his gaze darted around, searching for the threat.

Instead, it barreled into him from behind. Sandalphon’s arm wrapped around his throat, cutting off his breath as Crowley tried to draw out his hellfire. The angel’s free hand dug into the wound on the demon’s shoulder, close enough to his left wing’s muscle that the dark appendage faltered and caused the redhead to waver in the air.

Sandalphon pulled them backward through the sky and in the blink of an eye, his arm was no long around Crowley’s neck as his hands caught grip of both of his wing’s metacarpus. He twisted his body, planting his feet on the demon’s back, and shoving the redhead’s form away as he yanked his wings back.

He heard a terrible snap and a guttural scream burst from Crowley’s mouth as violently as the hellfire had moments before.

The angel let go and once again, Crowley was falling.

The wind twisted him around as he plummeted through the air and in his descent, the demon could see Sandalphon raise his finger.

“Crowley!” Aziraphale shouted as lightning lanced the sky.

#good omens #Whumptober 2023 #Crowley #The Bentley #The whump is the Bentley #RIP Bentley (┬┬﹏┬┬) #Sandalphon #cw: suicidal tendencies

[brasilconspiracao]

There's no way to resist the New World Order Dictatorship - We must focus on our personal lives and in our relationship with God

They are promoting crappy organizations, ideologies and stupid ideas to lure the sheep and NPCs down to hell, there's no way to fight them. Look what we have to battle against:

Globalism, New Age, Paganism, Catholicism, Frankism, Freemasonry, Rose Cross, Kabbalah, Frankfurt School (Eros and Civilization and Negative Dialectics), Repressive Tolerance, Hegelian Dialectics, Nihilism, Sabbathean Cults, Social Credit System, Satanism, Censorship, Under the Skin Surveillance, Eugenics, Mind Control programs (MK Ultra and Monarch), Robots taking jobs and leaving room for Transhumanist control of our bodies (as an excuse to "improve" - enslave - ourselves), Bioweapons, Elementary School Indoctrination, Theory of Evolution, Big Bang crap theory (Created by a Jesuit), Gnosis, Climate Lockdowns, Carbon Footprint, Food Poisoning, Fake Meat and Food (Bill Gates, Soylent Green style), Socialist Dictatorship, Universal Basic Income, Crazy Non governmental organizations funded by the elite and fighting against it's own people, Crony Capitalism, Lgztqur√+#ultra∆¥, WEForum, United Nations, Club of Rome, Bilderberg, CFR, CIA, FED, The Bankers, Tax Robbery, Broken Justice System, Mass Decarceration, Crappy Distric Attorneys serving the elite, Gun Control, Wall Street (read Wall Street and the Bolshevik Revolution), Military Industrial Complex, Burglars, Good countries turning into Hell, Social Chaos, Mafia, False Flag Operations to shift the public opinion and perception of reality, Bohemian Grove, Environmental madness, HAARP, Weather Manipulation, Bill and Melinda Foundation, George Soros, Warren Buffett (funding abortion), Silicon Valley Community Foundation (funding abortion), Big Pharma, Mark Zuckerberg, Klaus Schwab, Yuval Harari, Elitists, BlackRock, Vanguard, Hollywood Predictive Programming, Shills, Actors and Musicians fabricated to brainwash the sheep and to push New Stupid Trends that will help in the destruction of society, Debauchery, The West is turning into Sodom and Gomorrah, Overtaxation, Elon Musk getting taxpayer money and playing with his crazy brainchips to enslave the sci-fi fans tech savvy idiots in a digital interconnected interface, The Media (under globalist control), Fake Wars to kill the population and impoverish the sheep, Georgia Guidestones agenda, Most Prophecies Fulfilled and the NWO (read the Scarlet and the Beast) after the WW3 - and a Fake Alien invasion - Aliens are demons, Aleister Crowley had summoned "Lam" (known as Grey Alien) and his followers engaged in a crazy cult to worship that kind of demon. Aliens are demons in disguise, that's why they rape and hurt their victims (propagating fake philosophies and knowledge to deceive people and contradicting the bible). Lam appears in a book cover about Helena Blavatsky (satanist who created theosophy). The Aliens are connected to the "New Age" cults.

Our society is collapsing, the only way to handle this situation is trying to improve our relationship with God and not going to hell with them.

#illuminati #end times #final #usa #occult

[boricuacherry-blog]

Japanese armies invaded China's northern provinces and quickly captured the ancient Chinese capital Peking (now called Beijing), where Pamela Werner was murdered in 1937 [before the Japanese invasion - the case is still unsolved]. In this war, the Japanese enjoyed overwhelming superiority in numbers, training, and weapons.

While fighting was happening in Northern China, the Japanese launched a second front on the city of Shanghai, on the eastern coast of China. They captured Shanghai also in 1937. They were then able to move up the Yangtze River and lay seige to the Nationalist capital Nanking (now called Nanjing).

By the time of Nanking's capture, the Japanese already controlled large sections of China, and war crimes against the Chinese became commonplace.

This all took place during the Sino-Japanese War, in particular, the second Sino-Japanese war between the Republic of China and the Empire of Japan, with the first war having taken place in 1894.

When Nanking fell to the Japanese troops, they immediately slaughtered thousands of Chinese soldiers who had surrendered to them, as well as civilians. For six weeks, life for the Chinese in Nanking became a nightmare. Bands of drunken Japanese soldiers roamed the city, murdering, raping, looting and burning the city at whim. At least twenty thousand Chinese women were raped in Nanking during the first four weeks of the Japanese occupation, and many were afterward mutilated and killed.

**Warning: Disturbing Content**

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When the bodies of murdered Chinese turned the gutters and the Yangtze River red with their blood, the Japanese were forced to refine their methods of slaughter in the interest of preventing the spread of disease. Batches of Chinese civilians were sent to slaughter pits, where they were buried alive, hacked to death with swords, used for bayonet practice, or poured with petrol and burned alive. The Japanese even posed with their dead victims - burned corpses, bayoneted babies, headless bodies, and disembowled women. Sons were forced to sodomize their own mothers and then were usually murdered. Unlike the Nazis, who tried to hide or at least obscure the scope of their atrocities on civilians, the Japanese flaunted theirs in full view of horrified foreigners with cameras, most of whom tried futilely to stem the slaughter, even as they recorded it on film.

"The Japanese took souvenir pictures of what they did, particularly to the women. Many were forced into pornographic poses before, after or during mutilation and death," said Iris Chang, the author of bestselling book The Rape of Nanking. "I had to omit the worst pictures from my book because I feared they might cause it to be banned from school libraries. And school libraries are where I want it most to be."

In fact, the ritual gang-rapes perpetuated by the Japanese Army would have only been hearsay if not for the photographs the soldiers themselves took of their crimes to send back home as souvenirs.

Though her grandparents managed to escape just before the Japanese entered Nanking, Chang found herself consumed with documenting the massacre before the last of the survivors passed away. In Nanjing she located 10 survivors, including one who was a pregnant teenager when the city was sacked.

"She actually fought off the Japanese soldiers who tried to rape her," said Chang. "They bayoneted her 37 times. She was photographed afterward at the hospital. She lost the baby, but somehow lived through it. She's obviously a very strong woman."

One woman, who was eight at the time, remembers her father being shot, and she and her mother being raped by soldiers. She still suffers to this day from the brutal attack.

Following the massive destruction of Nanking, China's capital was left in ruin. The Japanese government installed a puppet government headed by General Matsui Iwane (who declared the attack on Nanking) and his lieutenant, Tani Hisao, to rule over Nanking, where they maintained power until the end of World War II, after which both Matsui Iwane and Tani Hisao were tried and convicted of war crimes, leading to their execution. Unfortunately only a few Japanese were tried for their crimes against humanity in Nanking, with Japan refusing to even acknowledge the massacre even happened, as well as most people outside of Asia never having heard of it.

One week after the surrender of Japan on September 2, 1945, General Douglas MacArthur - the Supreme Commander of the Allied Powers - ordered the arrests of Japanese suspects, including General Hideki Tojo. Twenty-eight defendants, mostly Imperial military officers and government officials, were charged. Seven defendants were sentenced to death by hanging and 16 defendants were sentenced to life imprisonment.

The defendants were:

Sadao Araki

Kenji Doihara

Kingoro Hashimoto

Shunroku Hata

Kiichiro Hiranuma

Koki Hirota

Naoki Hoshino

Seishiro Itagaki

Okinori Kaya

Koichi Kido

Heitaro Kimura

Kuniaki Koiso

Matsui Iwane

Jiro Minami

Akira Muto

Osami Nagano

Takasumi Oka

Shumei Okawa

Hiroshi Oshima

Kenryo Sato

Mamoru Shigemitsu

Shigetaro Shimada

Toshio Shiratori

Teiichi Suzuki

Shigenori Togo

Hideki Tojo

Charges were dropped for Shumei Okawa because he was found to be mentally unfit for trial. Two defendants, Yosuke Matsuoka and Osami Nagano, died of natural causes during the trial. Six defendants were sentenced to death by hanging. One defendant, Matsui Iwane, was sentenced to death. On December 23, 1948, the defendants were executed at Sugamo Prison with Allied Council as witnesses. Six defendants were sentenced to life in prison. Koiso, Shiratori, and Umezu died in prison while the other 13 were paroled between 1954 and 1956.

Eleven countries came together to form the International Military Tribunal for the Far East (IMTFE), convened on April 29, 1946 to try the leaders of Japan for joint conspiracy to start and wage war.

*Japanese History*

Before the massacre, Japan had recently been Westernized and modernized - but in weaponry alone - as they themselves were less than a century out of their Samurai past, with each soldier still reeling from the harsh authoritarian regime under which they served. Japan was an extremely isolated country and the general attitude was overwhelmingly nationalistic.

Living in isolationism for hundreds of years, the old world Japan of 1853 had been shocked into modernization by U.S. Navy Commodore Matthew Perry, who - with just four modern steam warships - had entered Tokyo harbour, trained his canon on the Emperor's place, then demanded and received from the Japanese government precisely the trade treaty that American politicians had long required. Japan's highly militaristic Imperial culture spent the next few years importing into their island as much Western weaponry as they could, taking advantage of the new Western technology to revive its Samurai informed ultra-authoritarianism both at home and abroad.

Right before the Japanese captured the Chinese city of Peking, overt hostilities were felt, due to the Marco Polo Bridge incident of 1937, when shots were exchanged between the Chinese and Japanese on Peking's outskirts. Thereupon full-scale hostilities began between the two nations.

There were the Nationalist Chinese and the Communist Chinese. Nationalist Chinese leadership had been holding their forces in reserve for a future struggle with the Communist Chinese, which hindered them in repelling the Japanese. By contrasts, the Communist Chinese, from their base in North Central China, began an increasingly effective guerrilla war against the Japanese troops in Manchuria and North China.

#rape of nanking #the rape of nanking #nanking massacre #nanjing #china #japan #military #army #history #japanese history #chinese history #matsui iwane