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sunghoonalter-archived · 2 years

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❣︎ ⎯⎯ temptation incarnate

Idol pairing: Jake x fem!reader

Genre: smut, church boy/girl au

Warnings: usage of maybe 4 pet names, fingering, sacrilege, inexperienced!reader, lots of kissing, semi-public sex (it's in a confessional), mild profanity, corruption kink.

Synopsis: what you thought was confessing your sinful thoughts of corrupting an innocent church boy to a priest turned out to be telling the boy himself you wanted him and him giving you what you want.

A/N: so hi ho! This just so happens to be my first (and probably last) smut I've written on here, so if it's shit I'm so sorry. Since this is my first, feedback is most definitely appreciated in any form, specifically rbs and comments!

Enjoy I guess!

You stood outside the confessional, wiping your hands down on your dress before finally entering. As you sat down, your hand immediately made its way to your forehead, giving it a gentle touch as your hand does the same to your lower chest, moving to your left shoulder and then your right.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."

You said, keeping your eyes on your lap. "I don't remember exactly how long it's been since my last confession." You closed your mouth, parting it so slightly. "My sins are," your voice was soft. "Shameful."

The mere thought of speaking them aloud made you afraid, fearing it would make it more real. A few weeks ago, you would never have thought such things but now they're all you could think about. Impure, disgusting thoughts that you can't find the words to confess.

But the man on the other side is patient. You know that the priest is there as he said only two words since you'd entered.

"Tell me."

His voice sounded.. different. He didn't sound like the priest you saw every Sunday, but you were too focused on your thoughts to notice. You two sat in silence as you finally found the courage to speak, knowing you needed to if you had any chance of forgiveness.

"For the past few weeks, I've had thoughts and dreams. Dreams so vivid they almost feel real. Repetitive thoughts all filled with nothing but impurity. Filled with nothing but one person."

You exhaled deeply. "I kneel before him as I would before God. I feel him on my skin and even taste him on my tongue. I ache when I think of him and feel so full when I dream of him. It's almost as if he's taken over me."

Your fingers clutched onto the hem of your dress as you continued to speak, feeling shame for saying such things to a man of God.

"I dream of turning him from a holy and pure soul into one with the sole purpose of filling me when I wake up empty from my dreams. I even try reenacting his touches in my thoughts to please myself, only to fail and leave me in more shame."

You stopped talking, holding onto your dress before you hear the priest speak, slightly surprised that you hadn't noticed the unfamiliar voice sooner.

"How does he touch you in your dreams?"

You blinked, not expecting to be asked that but you were told that priests asked all kinds of questions if they needed clarification on certain things.

"He touches me all over," you said, sounding smaller than when you entered. "He leaves a burning trail on my skin, touching wherever he can get his hands on. But I dream a lot of him.. uhm," you gulped.

"Of him?" The voice on the other side asked, beginning to sound distant, even a hint of a smirk in his tone.

"I dream of him touching me in the most intimate of ways, in the most intimate of places." You said softly, tensing up as you spoke. "And when I try doing it, it doesn't feel the same. If anything, it makes me think of him more."

It's at this point, your thighs are clenched together as you try to calm the ache coming from in between them. The fact that merely talking about it was causing this felt even more shameful.

"Every other offense is just as the other, they're never ending," you said to finish off. "I'm sorry for all of these, and all my sins."

The air was filled with silence when you finished. You couldn't even hear his breath or your own. You must've shamed him, you thought. Moments have gone by and he hasn't given guidance or even a prayer.

"Will you not absolve me, Father?" You sounded timid as you looked in the direction of the priest, who sounded as though he were shifting around.

Suddenly you heard the sliding door on the other side open and close. You blinked in confusion, wasn't he supposed to say something?

Your eyes stay glued to your lap as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

"Do you think you deserve absolution?"

The voice caught your attention, eyes widening when you met eyes with its owner. Your lips were parted but you were too stunned to even think of anything to say.

There he stood, the very man of your dreams, leaning against the door frame of the booth. The one plaguing your thoughts since the day he first arrived.

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, dressed in his Sunday best. The soft candle light coming from behind him gave off a heavenly glow, as if an angel were standing before you. The embodiment of innocence and purity.

Yet the small smirk on his face should've been the first sign that the innocent little church boy you met a few weeks back was nothing more than a facade.

"From what you told me," he began as he took a seat next to you, closing the door behind him. "You're already on the road to not being worth saving."

Your thighs couldn't hold themselves together any tighter, his presence only made the ache worsen. The air around you was filled with his scent, your ears filled with the sound of his voice, your eyes focused on nothing but him. He was everywhere, there was no escaping your desire.

"I'm not," you managed to say softly. You were convinced that you could still be saved.

"Really?" He asked as he scooted closer. "Dreaming of turning this 'holy and pure' soul into something that'll fill you up whenever you want sounds a bit.. how do I say it?" He pretended to think. "Maybe.. indecent? Dirty? Slutty even?"

With every one of his words, your hands fought the urge to quiet him down. Until his last word when you practically leapt forward to hold your hand over his mouth.

"Shh, someone's gonna hear you!" You whisper-yelled, clutching his mouth shut to silence him, afraid of someone finding you together but mostly to stop his voice from affecting you even more.

You could feel him chuckling underneath your hand. You're sat with a confused expression as he slowly moved your hand away from his mouth.

"Princess, there's no one here." It was as if a mountain of butterflies escaped inside your stomach from the pet name. "It's just me and you here."

You couldn't help but wonder if you should be thankful as Jake moved even closer.

"You probably haven't even held hands with a boy let alone kissed one, have you?" His voice grew softer as he spoke with a gentle smile.

You shook your head. In all honesty, you were never allowed near the opposite sex so Jake’s proximity was already new to you.

"Can I?" He stuck his hand out.

You nodded slowly as you clutched onto his hand. "Congratulations, you're straying further from the shepherd, little lamb," he snickered.

This time, you moved closer to him. It was all so slow but so fast at the same time. You couldn't control your body anymore as it drew itself towards him.

"Can you kiss me?" It came out as a breathy whisper. "Please?"

"Well since you asked so nicely," he said as he brought his hand to your nape, pulling you gently towards him as he closed the gap between you two. The second his lips touched yours, it ignited the most satisfying of fires within you. He let go of your hand to place it on your waist, spreading the fires to wherever his hand moved.

He was patient with you, knowing you had no experience in kissing. It was almost cute to him how you sat completely still as he did all the work. But the small whine you let out when he pulled away was nothing short of adorable.

"Since it's obvious you don't know what you're doing," Jake smiled, trying to hide a snicker. "Just relax and follow my lead, okay?"

You nodded as you closed your eyes. You grasped onto his blazer as he dove back in, keeping his kiss slow and gentle. It all felt like a sin but his soft lips tasted like a dream.

He didn't bother hiding his hunger as he deepened the kiss, feeding on your innocent whimpers. You could feel his shit eating grin against your lips as your grip on his sleeves tightened to try holding back your moans of newfound pleasure.

He somehow deepened the kiss further, leaving you unable to breathe through the miniscule breaks he gave you. Your one hand stayed on his arm while the other shot up to his hair, softly gripping a handful.

The air grew thick and hot when he pulled away. He must've noticed your slightly louder protests as he let out a chuckle. You would much rather be suffocated by his sinfully sweet kiss than breathe the tense-filled air.

His hands made their way to your waist, giving it a little squeeze. One of his hands moves ever so slowly down your hip, stopping to rub small circles on it with his thumb.

Could he feel himself setting your body on fire? Was he waiting for you to say something? Did he want to keep listening to your laboured breaths knowing he caused it?

"Jake," you finally breathed out, grasping the hand on your hip.

"Yes, y/n?"

The way your name rolled off his tongue was too satisfying. You were too stuck in the moment, too stuck on him.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Hm," he smiled. "For a virgin, you're an eager little slut, huh?"

Your heart skipped a beat and you weren't sure if it was the name calling or his sickeningly sweet tone but all you knew was that you wanted to feel more, and you wanted him to do it.

"Please do something," you whined softly, parting your legs just a bit to try signalling him closer. "Please."

His eyes darted towards your shifting legs, looking back into your eyes. "You want me to touch you?"

You nodded, shifting a bit more in your seat.

"Just like in your dreams?" He asked, removing his hands from you. You give him a nod more frantic than the last. "Tell me, how exactly do I touch you?"

Jake’s eyes were focused on your hands, waiting for your demonstrations. You felt small under his intense gaze, not sure where to start.

"Uhm, well, you," you mumbled, holding your hands up, too shy to open your legs any further as you know you'd soak your already damp underwear, fearing it may even stain your safety shorts. You weren't sure how much came out of someone when they had temptation staring them down as if they were prey.

He tilted his head slightly, while amused by your shy behaviour, he couldn't help but feel impatient. "Come here," he patted his lap to which you immediately obey, snuggling your back against his chest.

"Take my hands, and show me how you dream of me," his tone grew strict with authority as he laid his hands palms down on your thighs. You hesitantly place your hands on his, slowly guiding them.

"One time, it was here," you push his hands towards your breasts. He pulled you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder. His hands stay where you placed them, giving your breasts a soft squeeze to which he receives a soft squeak in response.

"Like that?" He whispered in your ear, just adding to the shivers he sent through your body with every passing moment.

"Something like that, yeah," you breathed out before moving his hands lower down. He knew exactly where you were taking him, he just liked you telling him exactly what you wanted.

You'd led his hands back onto your thighs, shyness setting in once more before you courageously moved them towards the hem of your pretty white dress. "And here."

He placed a kiss on your shoulder as he moved his hands slowly up your dress himself. "Like this?"

You nodded quickly as you slowly sank into his chest, not able to feel his raging boner underneath you.

Once his hands reached the hem of your shorts, he stopped. "Take it off for me," he said. Your face burned from diffidence as you grew slightly insecure at the thought of him really touching you in the most intimate of places.

Regardless, you did as he said, lifting your hips slightly off his lap to tug your shorts down, shimmying them onto the floor. Your heart pounded as your bare thighs touched each other. It was really happening.

Jake pushed your knees apart, holding them in place with his own so you wouldn't shut your legs. He worked silently, moving his hand further up as the other stayed on your inner thigh with his thumb rubbing gentle circles on it.

You didn't know where to put your hands, keeping them close to your chest to stay out of his way. Small whimpers escaped your lips as his feather light touches made its way to the waistband of your underwear.

"You okay?" He asked, moving you into a new position, in his arms as if he were carrying you bridal style. He figured he'd better get a good angle of the pretty expressions you'd make when you came.

His hand slid back under your dress, his other arm holding you. His finger gently grazed over the damp spot of your underwear, gaining little whimpers from you as his leg managed to trap one of your legs, preventing you from closing them.

"Fuck," he breathed out. "So wet, and all because of me?"

You nodded, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck.

His hand slides into your panties, with his index finger sliding through your folds. Your louder whimpers were luckily muffled as you kept your head buried in his neck, clutching onto his shirt as his finger slid up and down.

His finger was coated in your arousal within seconds, taking his hand out to discard your underwear entirely. You felt yourself clenching on nothing as cold air brushed against your core from him lifting up your dress.

"Ready?" He looked at you, waiting for your answer. You nodded. "Yes," you whimpered as his finger hovered just above your entrance.

He continued moving lazily up and down, enjoying the light twitching of your thighs when he grazed your clit.

Everything about this was new to you. It never felt like anything when you tried it but the bare minimum already felt so good when he did it. But you grew impatient, wanting to urge him to do more.

"More, Jake, please," you mumbled as you tugged at his tie.

"Okay, my darling," he plopped a kiss on your cheek as he picked up his pace, pushing his finger down onto your clit as he rubbed circles on it. He wore a shit eating grin when you squirmed, grabbing onto his sleeve and letting out small uncontrollable moans into the crook of his neck. You were basically at his mercy, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

You were confused when he suddenly stopped, moving your head away from his neck to see if something was wrong, but he just held his finger up.

"Wanna taste yourself?" Jake asked, bringing his finger to your lips. You looked at him with uncertainty before opening your mouth, him pushing the digit inside and being sure to slide against your tongue.

It was an interesting taste to say the least, one you weren't sure you wanted to taste again. But he kept his finger in your mouth, thrusting it in and out to ensure you cleaned it. You parted your lips as he dragged his finger out with a noticeable string of saliva attached.

"And?" He asked as he moved his hand back to its rightful spot between your legs.

"It's okay," you muttered, licking your lips.

"Hm, lemme try," he said, using his other hand to push your head down, encapsulating your lips in another sweet kiss.

Yet it's short-lived once he switches to his middle finger, collecting more of your arousal as he deepened the kiss. But once he saw his opportunity, he slowly slid his finger inside your aching pussy, sliding his tongue into your mouth once you parted your lips to let out a groan.

You clutched onto his shoulders for what felt like dear life as his finger seemed to stutter. "You're so fucking tight," he hissed as he pulled away. You tried your best to relax, melting into his hold, keeping a slow and steady pace.

"Ahh!" You moaned into his neck once he curled his digit. Never before would you have thought a man's mere finger could bring you so much pleasure.

His pace quickened, giving you barely any time to adjust the new speed as he randomly curled his finger once more. He kept you squirming and whining, knuckles white from how harshly you clutched onto his sleeve.

"Hmmph!-" You crept further into his neck, trying to keep your sounds as soft as possible despite the squelching noises caused by his near mercilessly thrusting and the sound of his palm sma king against your core echoing against the walls of the confessional.

Not long after, he slowed down, giving your body enough to cool down before he gently pushed a second finger in.

"Fuck!" You cried into his shoulder, moving your hips slightly to keep the pace going, trying to ease the sting of the stretch. "Oh, God~"

"God's not here, angel," he muttered into your ear as he kept his fingers moving. "It's just you and me." But he gave you even less time to adjust, moving at his quickened pace again. "Touch yourself like I did," he commanded. You moved your head away from his neck, keeping your mouth shut to avoid any chance of someone hearing your erotic sounds, releasing his sleeve to try fulfilling his command.

You brought your index finger up to his mouth, with your other hand holding yours closed. He stuck his tongue out for you to collect his saliva, to which you slide your finger across it before bringing it down to your swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles on it.

It was all overwhelming: the pace of his fingers, the pace of yours, the thought of getting caught. Most importantly, that you were too far gone for any shred of forgiveness that there was no use asking for any.

You were no longer a child of God, but in all honesty you never were. The second you laid eyes on Jake those weeks ago, you were his.

Your climax began to build up faster than you'd anticipated, your body readying itself for the strong release even though you knew you weren't ready. "I'm, hmmph, I-" You tried to announce, just to give Jake the heads-up to slow down a bit but he only moves faster.

You didn't have enough time to move your head into his shoulder again, forced to throw your head back as silently as you could. Your mouth swung open as your climax finally hit, body convulsing in the most satisfying way.

It was hard to catch your breath, coming out as hoarse noises as Jake’s fingers began to slow down before halting. Your body felt weak in his hold. He'd pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you clenching on air, almost saddened to be emptied and wanting nothing more than for him to fill you again.

He brought his hand up to his face, licking off your juices, wiping his hand off on his blazer. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, softly pushing you back onto the seat. You struggled to catch your breath as you watched him pat your legs dry with a handkerchief from his inside pocket.

He brought it up to your forehead, patting the sweat away. "What about you?" You mumbled.

"What about me?" He smiled as he fixed your hair.

"Don't you need to get off too?"

He snickered. "So fucked out and still worried about me, how cute." He helped put your underwear and shorts back on, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't worry about that now, let's just get you looking less like you were hit by a truck."

You let out a breathy laugh as he opened the door, picking you up and carrying you out of the booth. As nice as the fresh air of the chapel was, you'd rather bury your face in the crook of Jake's neck, breathing him in.

"So," he leaned in close to whisper.

"When are we doing this again?"

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gingkos-eldritch-secret · 7 months

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Fanfiction commentary and recommendations: Lex Luthor´s ascend from supervillainy to fatherhood Part IV (chapters 16 to 20)

The Original story can be found here.

The previous parts of the commentaries can be found here:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

So, the classic silly rambling before the actual commentary part is surprisingly part that´s the hardest to do. Go figure.

Well. At least aside from formatting. I may have found out how to make links into hyperlinks, but I still have a problem with getting the HTML code to do what I want and just center the line break. And I´d also love to do blocktext, so that there are the most even edges of text possible on both sides, but I know the second one just WON´T work because different devices and different formattings so it would just look awful. I could still center. But my brain hates HTML code rn. Why is HTML so much easier on AO3?

But to build anticipation: I know that the next few chapters will be kind of wild. Or. not really 'kind of' but actually a bit wild. As in: The Joker´s involved. I mean, with all of the foreshadowing in the past few chapters I was really not surprised, but damn, do I hate the man.

With the knowledge of not being with that knowledge: back to the regularly scheduled program.

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So? Which topic do you think chapter 16 starts with? Ding ding ding! You´re right! Lazarus Pits! Or rather: the price some people have to pay for the boon. In Jason´s case? His sanity.

And also the helpless feeling of just. Not knowing. Not knowing why or how he was the only one that suffered such harsh side effects when the rest of the family got away more or less scot-free.

I … can´t imagine how hard it must be to know all the darkness that dwells in oneself can just … erupt like some kind of volcano. Even worse if you wake up after such an eruption and just. Don´t remember. It´s frightening. And that Jason has endured that for years now? Oooof. He needs more hugs from his friends and family ASAP. Especially because he seems to feel like such a burden …

But how did we get to such deep introspection from him? Because he finally feels as if he´s getting back from the pits. You remember what I said about Jason feeling a lurch in his chest?

Yeah. It´s still happening, again and again and it´s kind of crawling up his throat.

And as I can´t imagine that feeling all too pleasant - he just kind of. Slowly falls onto the floor. Or. He would have, if Dick hadn´t caught him, good older brother that he is.

It doesn´t help that Danny collapses as well.

And then he throws up something green and goopy and it starts to move towards Danny and ugh. It sounds so digusting and horrifying I kinda had to take a moment to get a drink because god damn, that was not a comfortable experience to read about and any time I reread this for corrections I feel this imagine return to my mind.

Thank god for Alfred saving the day, because as the only one with his faculties intact he just puts a bowl over this … thing. And it helps! Whoooooo!

But now we have an exhausted Jason, a collapsed Danny and a very worried family. And not just any worried family, but a worried batfamily. Good god that can´t end well, can it?

Because of course, after the discussion about his health problems the family gets even more worried when his heartbeat slows further. And since he´s not awake, he can´t even veto going to a hospital. Thank god for Duke though, because he got them to go to Dr Thom(p?)kins instead.

And of course they´re suspicious now. Probably more of Lex than Danny, but still.

Tim, bless his soul, wants to tell Lex what just happened because any parent should know what happened to their child. Especially since there could be allergies or traumata involved.

But no, bruce just wants to get him to a clinic. It will come back to bite him in the ass - that I can promise.

And where does it come back to bite him in the ass? Right at the clinic. Jason may be fine, but Danny? In the eyes of the doc? Fuck no, he´s not. I mean, he never is, but they don´t know that, do they?

And because of all the radioactivity and the health problems and because he´s a sus mf - what does Bruce do? He wants a blood sample.

Now. We know how Danny is about his blood. It´s a dangerous thing. Thank god for Leslie and her ethics though. Because I don´t think neither Danny nor Lex would forgive him for that breach of trust and bodily autonomy.

Bruce and Damian are both deeply suspicious because the matter seems quite close to Lazarus pits and fear that Lex may be experimenting on him … and also Damian kinda lowkey hates Danny because he has hurt his family twice already, however unintentional and who says he won´t hurt even more of them?

And after that whole ordeal? Danny just decided to take his legs into his hands and get the hell out of dodge.

Can´t blame him tbh. Really, really can´t blame him.

So where does the baby boi end up? At a random roof in Gotham where Harley finds him. Predictably she thinks he maybe wants to jump though our Boy quickly reassures her that that´s not the case.

Doesn´t change the fact that he´s still spooked though. Mainly because he thinks he did something wrong and now the Waynes won´t want him as a friend anymore, because why would they? He hurt them and then they even had to get him to a clinic and Harley, please do something about this, it´s just sad to read :')

And now Danny doesn´t even wanna call Lex, because of the situation because he fear he´ll never be allowed to go anywhere again because he was 'right' and just. Danny I understand your fear, but comunication please.

Of course he deflects by asking if the Joker was around, which somehow leads to Harley taking him to her and Ivy´s place? Don´t ask me how it happened, the only I way I can condense it is if I say: they ranted.

This leads to this part of the conversation:

“Really? Then why did… you know,” he said, looking her up and down. “I know it couldn’t have been just the Joker that made you this way. He’s your… origin story, not your love interest.”

And I think that just endeared danny to her forever.

So while Danny cuddles with Bud and Lou on the Couch, the bats are freaking out because they lost Danny. And what do the bats do best when they panic? Suit up and spread out.

Lex is finally being called. Suffice to say the conversation does not go well. At all. And Lex is now on the way. Because of course he is. Especially after Bruce basically insulted him by insinuating he´s a bad parent. Way to put your foot in your mouth, Bruce.

And what else does happen on this lovely day? The Joker gets out, because of course he does. Why not make bad things even worse? That´s what this man does best after all.

Meanwhile Ivy is exasperated at Harley´s antics, seeing as she wants to steal Danny from Lex and yeah. Just a typical start to girl´s night i guess? Catwoman will have fun with this situation, i can already tell xD

Now if only I knew what Damian would want those bolt cutters for?

Selina arrives! And instantly thinks Danny was kidnapped as well.

That topic quickly shifts though. And what does it shift into? Bruce´s batdoption problems. It´s just such a good meme and I´m not even mad about it.

It also seems a put a few things into perspective for Danny since she tells him that some people don´t think Lex to be a good parent. For very good reasons to be honest, but I guess it still stings a bit ...

In the end girl night starts with them just trash talking Bruce and his furry tendencies. As well as his hypocrisy when we consider his dating history. How a man with such a moral compass can deal with dating people such as Talia or Catwoman I will never understand. I know, I know. Sexual Tension. But Sexual Tension does not cause you to conceive a child together (that´s just trash as well. I gotta be solidary xD)

So in the typical girl night fashion, they talk about feelings and who may have a crush on whom and how oblivious some people (*cough* Danny *cough*) are and there´s many an adive to be had. They´re just gal pals having fun :D

Meanwhile Lex is annoyed at the Gotham airspace seeing as he can´t get into the city without changing vehilces because a certain clown blew up some buildings.

Meanwhile girl night changed into poker night and well. I don´t think any of them play fair xD

The conversation that follow are easily put under the "What happens on girls’ night, stays on girls' night" category as Ivy suitably calls it.

The bats and birds still haven´t stopped searching. Joker´s still a crazy piece of work and Danny? Danny is just losing at Uno and living his best live.

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bethanydelleman · 7 months

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Northanger Abbey Readthrough, Ch 9

Part of what I love about Catherine is the way she bounces back from disappointment:

It appeared first in a general dissatisfaction with everybody about her, while she remained in the rooms, which speedily brought on considerable weariness and a violent desire to go home. This, on arriving in Pulteney Street, took the direction of extraordinary hunger, and when that was appeased, changed into an earnest longing to be in bed; such was the extreme point of her distress; for when there she immediately fell into a sound sleep which lasted nine hours, and from which she awoke perfectly revived, in excellent spirits, with fresh hopes and fresh schemes.

Her plan for the day is to meet Miss Tilney again, but alas! John Thorpe has showed up to take Catherine away in a carriage. He has many, many things to say about the carriage that James has hired, probably none of them the real truth:

We could not come before; the old devil of a coachmaker was such an eternity finding out a thing fit to be got into, and now it is ten thousand to one but they break down before we are out of the street.

“Break down! Oh, lord! Did you ever see such a little tittuppy thing in your life? There is not a sound piece of iron about it. The wheels have been fairly worn out these ten years at least—and as for the body! Upon my soul, you might shake it to pieces yourself with a touch. It is the most devilish little rickety business I ever beheld! Thank God! we have got a better. I would not be bound to go two miles in it for fifty thousand pounds.”

“Unsafe! Oh, lord! What is there in that? They will only get a roll if it does break down; and there is plenty of dirt; it will be excellent falling. Oh, curse it! The carriage is safe enough, if a man knows how to drive it; a thing of that sort in good hands will last above twenty years after it is fairly worn out. Lord bless you! I would undertake for five pounds to drive it to York and back again, without losing a nail.”

Catherine listened with astonishment; she knew not how to reconcile two such very different accounts of the same thing

John Thorpe is just, the worst, but it's almost impressive how quickly he can produce bullshit...

Anyway, I encounter a lot of discussion online about propriety of the open carriage rides in both Northanger Abbey and Sense & Sensibility. It can quickly be noted that neither carriage ride ruins the girls reputation, and both times it's an open carriage, something like this:

With the obvious implication being that you can't get up to hijinks because everyone can see you, unlike a closed carriage. The issues laid out by Mr. Allen later and by Elinor Dashwood seem to be the fact that Willoughby and Marianne went alone and left the rest of the party (John and James always go out together) and going out to often with the same man. (We will set the visit to Allenham). So an open carriage ride with a young man is fine, but you should go in a group and not be seen with the same man all the time. This accords with basically everything else, like the fact that Elizabeth walks in the open with men occasionally and the rules around dancing. Don't be caught too often together, but it's not like a girl can never be alone with a gentleman.

Here we have the first vulgar hint of the Thorpe's true motives with Catherine:

“Old Allen is as rich as a Jew—is not he?” Catherine did not understand him—and he repeated his question, adding in explanation, “Old Allen, the man you are with.”

Thorpe then tries to discover if Catherine is the Allen's heir, which she does not in any way confirm, but to John Thorpe "to wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect. (Sense & Sensibility) clearly.

John Thorpe then suggests that everyone should be drinking a bottle of wine a day... just like the young Lucas boy in Pride & Prejudice:

I am sure of this—that if everybody was to drink their bottle a day, there would not be half the disorders in the world there are now. It would be a famous good thing for us all.

“If I were as rich as Mr. Darcy,” cried a young Lucas, who came with his sisters, “I should not care how proud I was. I would keep a pack of foxhounds, and drink a bottle of wine every day.”

“Then you would drink a great deal more than you ought,” said Mrs. Bennet; “and if I were to see you at it, I should take away your bottle directly.”

The boy protested that she should not; she continued to declare that she would; and the argument ended only with the visit.

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And Catherine discovers that there is indeed a good deal of drinking going on at Oxford. I love her conviction that her brother isn't drinking that much, I have my suspicions, Catherine!

Catherine's family just sounds great, if slightly boring:

Her own family were plain, matter-of-fact people who seldom aimed at wit of any kind; her father, at the utmost, being contented with a pun, and her mother with a proverb; they were not in the habit therefore of telling lies to increase their importance, or of asserting at one moment what they would contradict the next.

But we see that the wheels in Catherine's head are turning, she realizes that the truth cannot be obtained from John Thorpe. Also, this is just so funny:

He told her of horses which he had bought for a trifle and sold for incredible sums; of racing matches, in which his judgment had infallibly foretold the winner; of shooting parties, in which he had killed more birds (though without having one good shot) than all his companions together; and described to her some famous day’s sport, with the fox-hounds, in which his foresight and skill in directing the dogs had repaired the mistakes of the most experienced huntsman, and in which the boldness of his riding, though it had never endangered his own life for a moment, had been constantly leading others into difficulties, which he calmly concluded had broken the necks of many.

This man is sure... something.

Now it's interesting that Catherine really dislikes John but loves Isabella, when they both kind of do the same thing. I think what John is really lacking is the ability to flatter. He spends most of his time showing off, while Isabella spends far more time complimenting. They are both insincere, but I can see why she is far more endearing.

Here is a great video on Isabella's speech about time:

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After this rather horrible carriage ride, Catherine must learn that, horror of horrors, Mrs. Allen did what Catherine was hoping to do herself and met Mr. and Miss Tilney. Then we have a hilarious conversation where Catherine cannot get any useful information out of Mrs. Allen, who really only cares about clothing. It reminds me a lot of the conversation between Marianne and Sir John about Willoughby in Sense & Sensibility:

But Marianne could no more satisfy him as to the colour of Mr. Willoughby’s pointer, than he could describe to her the shades of his mind.

Mr. Tilney's parents are either both dead or one is dead and he might be the eldest son, but maybe not? What Mrs. Allen is 100% sure of is that Miss Tilney had a very handsome spotted muslin. Catherine is left to regret the entire carriage ride and wish she had stayed home!

#northanger abbey readthrough #catherine morland #john thorpe #northanger abbey #open carriage

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walkswithmyfather · 1 year

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The Most Important Commandment.

“One day an expert in religious law stood up to test Jesus by asking him this question: “Teacher, what should I do to inherit eternal life?” Jesus replied, “What does the law of Moses say? How do you read it?” The man answered, “‘You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your strength, and all your mind.’ And, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’” “Right!” Jesus told him. “Do this and you will live!” The man wanted to justify his actions, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

Parable of the Good Samaritan.

“Jesus replied with a story: “A Jewish man was traveling from Jerusalem down to Jericho, and he was attacked by bandits. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him up, and left him half dead beside the road. “By chance a priest came along. But when he saw the man lying there, he crossed to the other side of the road and passed him by. A Temple assistant walked over and looked at him lying there, but he also passed by on the other side. “Then a despised Samaritan came along, and when he saw the man, he felt compassion for him. Going over to him, the Samaritan soothed his wounds with olive oil and wine and bandaged them. Then he put the man on his own donkey and took him to an inn, where he took care of him. The next day he handed the innkeeper two silver coins, telling him, ‘Take care of this man. If his bill runs higher than this, I’ll pay you the next time I’m here.’ “Now which of these three would you say was a neighbor to the man who was attacked by bandits?” Jesus asked. The man replied, “The one who showed him mercy.” Then Jesus said, “Yes, now go and do the same.” —Luke 10:25‭-‬37 (NLT)

https://bible.com/bible/116/luk.10.25-37.NLT

“Caring for Others” By In Touch Ministries:

“Are generosity and service habits in your life?”

“So many people in the world are in need today and serving them is one of the highest callings of the Christian faith. Therefore, it’s essential for believers to commit to give of themselves on behalf of others.

There are countless ways to serve people. For example, a man might decide to pray for and come alongside a friend until a burdensome situation is resolved. Or a woman could make herself available to answer a neighbor’s questions about the faith. If we prayerfully look around, we may see other opportunities, such as driving an elderly friend to medical appointments, mentoring a teenager through a local outreach program, or helping a single parent check some things off a to-do list.

Before you become overwhelmed by the variety of needs in your area, remember that loving your neighbors is meant to be a church-wide effort. One person can’t do it all. Instead, join a small group of fellow believers committed to serving those God brings into your sphere of influence. In order to care for them, you may be asked to surrender resources and time—but when you do, the Lord will bless you with the joy and contentment that come only from Him.”

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tokuteasings · 1 year

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You are my King | For you, I would betray the world

Yep. Kingohger brain rot. Kaguragi got me feeling things so here I am. Sometimes I gotta write self-indulgent shit. But hey! We’re finally on the last part of the YAMK series~! Let’s goooo~!!!!!

Warnings: Spoilers for ep 4-ish. Kaguragi is a complex man and I like him. This is a romantic relationship with GN reader. I also love angst so I’m Super Happy to dive into Kingohger angst. Also uh, who wants to hear me scream about Rita next week and make like 70 fics about em?

@lunalove25 bc i love you

Stingers are stabbing him.

Piercing him.

Harming him.

But they are nothing.

Nothing at all.

They do not hurt him as much as the sheer thought of anything happening to his beloved. He could feel the buzzing of wasps and hornets scream from within the pits of his gut as his fingers nearly shatter the next wooden brush. The splinters would soothe him, perhaps, from this inner mud that threatens to cake him in sorrow-

“Kaguragi?”

Honeyed balm salves his skin, his pain, his heart. It fills in those cracks and crevices of dried skin and he looks skywards to the shoji doors of his office. Sunlight finally blesses his face and a tired smile lifts his lips. “My dearest,” he sets down the ink brush without hesitation, letting it clatter in a lonely patch of darkness in the corner of his desk and holds out his empty hand towards them. “Come in, whatever is the matter?”

“I heard that you made a deal with Racles?”

Kaguragi could almost hear their heart stop, or was it his own? How it ceases to beat and simply claws its talons into each surface of tissue and burrow deep and deeper. It’s wrenching it out in the worst of ways, letting it become carrion to be picked upon.

But he forces a smile to his face as his beloved steps closer, and closer, and closer. They’re sitting in front of him now, frown evident upon their beautiful face, marbled from the finest of paints and causes him to want to sing hymns to God Hachi in praise. “It will be fine, my love.”

He will not shake.

He will not cower.

He will not bend to pressure as it threatens to snap him in half.

Kaguragi gently takes the hand of his spring blossom, a kiss dotted to their knuckles.

Let them know how much I love them.

“Do not fear, my love,” the king breaks away, covering their hand with his own, lacing fingers into this nest of adoration - tightly packed by a honeycomb.

Who is shaking, is it he? Or them?

He does not know, but he cannot falter.

“Kaguragi,” they murmur, barely heard above the fluttering wingbeat of a hummingbird. Their voice causes his heart to lurch in his chest, passing from one flower to the next, desperate to find some sort of purchase. “I know Racles cannot be trusted...but,” they return his gesture, their lips pressed to the knuckles of the lord and he inhales deeply from his nostrils flaring.

Gods above, give me strength.

“Dearest...”

“Shhh,” they lift themselves up a smidgen, their free hand cupping his cheek and on instinct he leans into it, shutting his eyes and letting their warmth radiate from their pores and into his own. “I’m here for you, I will always be, no matter what you do. But please,” a thumb runs over his cheekbone and a ghost of a sigh escapes his lips, wondering if his spirit went along with it.

“Come back home to me, safely.”

Kaguragi opens his eyes to glance at them, their clear eyes that bore into his soul, that drowns him in pools of water that he never wants to leave and nourishes him...

He removes a hand from theirs, cupping the hand at his cheek, and lightly turns his head to press a kiss to their palm. “Of course I will,” he murmurs their name reverently at their altar. “For you, for Toufu, for my people, I will do anything to protect you all.”

“And I, for you as well.”

Let the world rain down fire upon him, let him become a man scorned, a man blamed, hated, and burned at the stake.

If his people, his country, his most beloved are safe...then he will betray the world itself.

#Kaguragi Dybowski #kingohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #king ohger #ohsama sentai king ohger #super sentai #super sentai x reader #super sentai imagine #*shakes bee man* i love him very much yall #i wanna have tea with him #also fuck racles i hope he chokes

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roalinda · 1 year

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A small piece for #prongsfoot wednesday. Some of my HCs here are: 1. James is very insecure about his eyesight and glasses. Ironically he has the most beautiful eyes. ( this HC is mostly because I am tired of how much focus is on Lily's eyes) 2. Sirius calling him by pet names calms him when in doubt.

🌷Honey and hazel 🌷

James Potter had beautiful eyes.

They were almond-shaped and beguiling, deep hazel shining with amber hues, surrounded by long lashes. There was the strangest tinge of gold in his eyes at dusk in the quidditch pitch, the sparkle of excitement reflecting in them like the most shiny mirror. His eyes held his soul.

His eyes were the finest yet his sight was as bad as a blind man walking through a misty night without his glasses and he hated it wholeheartedly. God had blessed him with nice eyes which lacked enough sight. The irony.

It made him feel insecure and unconfident despite the fact that he tried to appear otherwise. He tried to hide it but naturally, it was Sirius who found out because who else? There were no secrets between them, something that they both found wonderful and frustrating at times.

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"Babe, are you ok?" Sirius asked a frustrated James who had fallen face flat on the ground in one of the deserted corridors, courtesy of a cheap prank of Slytherins. They had charmed his optics into normal glasses it seemed and Sirius was already planning revenge, his Black blood boiling.

"Mhmm..." James murmured distractedly, letting Sirius to manoeuvre him into a sitting position with deft yet careful hands.

"I thought your Head Boy duties had kept you from joining us in the common room...but those Slytherins...this was the dirtiest trick they had come up with since Salazar's time, I swear." Sirius grunted, not much different from padfoot when he was provoked.

He softly examined James' face and pursed his lips. "A bruise is forming on your left cheek. No matter, we have a perfect ointment in the dorm. I have sneaked out some from the infirmary for the next moon."

He charmed James' glasses back to the usual and handed them to him, ruffling his already messy hair. "Stop pouting. They should be alright now."

James' usual response would have been something between I've expected nothing less from you or that's my Mr.padfoot or something equally adorable to coo his boyfriend but not this time. He cut Sirius off with a frown, nipping at his lower lip. "What is it like?" He asked.

Sirius blinked at him owlishly. "What is what like?" The bruise? I don't think it will remain..."

James cut him off again. "No, what is it like to have a perfect vision?" He asked, his voice barely audible.

Sirius couldn't help but to be taken aback. James' voice was timorous. It was not every day that one could see a doubtful James Potter and it hurt Sirius greatly.

"I...I know it's ridiculous to be concerned about something as insignificant as wearing glasses...but... Merlin's sake I don't know..." James babbled, biting his nails. It was a childhood habit that always came back full force whenever he was nervous.

Sirius' smile was soft. "Oh, my foolish little love..." He murmured fondly and sat on the floor beside James, pulling him into a cuddle against the wall. It was nothing strange for them to happen in the corridors, everyone in Hogwarts knew how touchy feely they were, even in public.

"You know what's like to have a perfect vision, love?" Sirius said as he removed James' glasses gingerly, letting the hazel eyes shine in the half-dark corridor.

"To have a perfect vision is to be able to see your pretty eyes up close, naked and raw." He said and put a tender kiss on top of James' head.

"To have a perfect vision is to be able to see how your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks when you're half-asleep." He grabbed James' hand softly to stop him from biting his nails, kissing his palm tenderly.

"To have a perfect vision is you in my arms with those sweet doe eyes of yours solely focused on me."

James' cheeks were dusted pink. He could be adorably coy at times and Sirius always found it endearing.

"Don't be so mushy." He whispered as if he was not the one with a burning face and wet eyes.

"Only for you deer, only for you." Replied Sirius before kissing his boyfriend's cheek.

James smiled like the sun, bright and mischievous and Sirius' heart skipped a beat. "Now, let us plan something exclusive for those Slytherins. I'm already itching for it."

#prongsfoot wednesday #Prongsfoot #James potter #Sirius black

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atty-goldstein · 2 years

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Hatchetfield and Mythology

I’ve been drawn back to mythology and its tropes lately so here’s some analysis to the best of my ability.

Webby most likely falls into the mythological archetype of the Mother Goddess. She’s a provider and is responsible for keeping the world in order. As with some great goddesses, she’s able to bring about destruction (requiring the deaths of those with a touch of the gift) in order to protect Hatchetfield from dark forces (her brothers’ servants). In a way, it’s quite reminiscent of the usual theme of death as a means of bringing about rebirth. It may even be why things in the Witchwood grow differently and exponentially.

It’s pretty obvious that the LiBs are of the Lords of Destruction archetype. Such gods are also linked to wealth and greed, and are not known to let go of souls easily. Except perhaps Wiggly, who seems to have let Nibbly have Linda in one timeline. And I suppose Pokey, Blinky, and Tinky aren’t so open to granting wealth.

I'm probably the only one who sees it this way but, I believe that the brother Webby said was the trickiest, was Tinky. I feel like Tinky is what fits the description of a trickster god, besides being a Lord of Destruction archetype. He appears to fit David Leeming’s description of a trickster god. Tinky is “wise and foolish,” possibly promiscuous, seems to be amoral, acts outrageously, and is in animal form as most tricksters are. He’s also “profoundly inventive” and “creative by nature.” I say this because he’s literally called the Bastard of Time and Space and the Weaver of Impossibilities. It takes quite an amount of smarts, cleverness, and creativity to manipulate time the way he does. Sometimes a trickster can be seen as a helper of humanity and come to think of it, if Ted played his cards right, he would’ve gotten that dream timeline where Jenny lived, and Miss Holloway uses spells related to Tinky in order to help others.

The song “The Witch in the Web” is oral tradition. In ancient times, songs were how myths and stories were passed on through generations. Webby passing down this song to Hannah is not unlike how the Greeks would say they were inspired by the Muses to tell the stories of heroes and history, it’s not unlike how Biblical authors would say they were inspired by the Holy Spirit to write books.

Now that I read up on it again, Witch in the Web and Yellow Jacket do fit Joseph Campbell’s “Hero’s Journey” for Hannah. (what makes it even more interesting is that one of the stages in the journey is literally called “apotheosis”) So apparently, Hannah’s got a monomyth going on.

Paul surprisingly lacks a good amount of stages in the Hero’s Journey, but that’s alright. I think he fits the Greek mythology standard of being a hero instead. He’s not blessed with exceptional skills, he doesn’t have much motivation, he’s kinda an asshole. But his being average and hatred of musicals is highlighted as the trait which is exactly what is needed to fight back the apotheosis. And sure, he fails, but he did his best, and that’s why it becomes a story worth telling, or singing, as is the case for the Infected.

In addition to that, the opening song itself is very reminiscent to how Greek epics would start with “Sing, O Muse, the story of...” Even the lines in the first stanza are a reflection of the significance of oral tradition in human culture. Hence, Paul’s story is intended to also become oral tradition even though what’s left of earth isn’t human.

Moving on, a good amount of stuff from the Hatchetfield stories are common to other world mythologies:

The Hatchetfield Ape-Man doesn’t just reference Bigfoot, because there are a lot of versions of large humanoid apes around the world. (i.e. the Himalayan Yeti, the Indonesian Orang Pendek, the Cambodian Tek Tek)

Willabella Muckwab is the Witch/Old Hag trope. Bonus points for the fact that she resided in Nightmare Time when hags usually did refer to “magical old women who are responsible for giving people bad dreams”

Trees are also often used to contain the cosmos in mythology, such as the Norse Yggdrasil and the Hindu Aswatha/Bodhi tree. They are also used to reflect personal transformation, like in the Daphne myth and the Vietnamese myth of Tun, Lung, and Tao. Both of these aspects of mythological trees are applicable to the Witchwood treeple. The Hatchetmen's ritual of turning them into the trees, to form Webby's protective net, which Hannah says represents the world, satisfies all that.

On the topic of trees, Yggdrasil had a squirrel that travels from the eagle and hawk on top, down to the dragon at the bottom, to deliver insults between them. So is that what Peanuts, the sentient pocket squirrel, is like? And would the eagle be McNamara, making Wiley the dragon?

There are various items that serve as artifacts, the Bastard’s Box as an evil artifact, Hannah’s ukelele as a magical weapon, the dagger in the Black Book as an ancient weapon, and I am still convinced that the Hatchet-Men’s hatchets are special artifacts as well.

True love also carries great power in Hatchetfield, as McNamara says. Though it is leaning more towards familial love. Lex and Hannah and Bill and Alice are the best examples of this because both pairs manage to defeat two LiBs. As for romantic love, I’d say Holloduke surpasses Paulkins in that Miss Holloway does keep finding Duke and Duke keeps remembering her in his heart even if the Deal wipes his memories away. Every time, Miss Holloway knows and feels that Duke loves her because that’s something even the gods cannot mess with. Whereas Paulkins needs more to get to that level.

Bringing Webby back up again, spider ladies are also quite common throughout mythology, such as Arachne. But an interesting one is the Japanese Jorogumo who is a ghost woman who shapeshifts into a spider and has the ability to manipulate dreams. Much like how Webby can manipulate what visions can get to Hannah.

That’s all I’ve got for now, but I’ll try to make another post if I’m to add on to this.

#starkid #hatchetfield

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imaginepirates · 2 years

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Why hello there, I hope you’re having a nice trip but anyways here are my questions for you today: How do you think James or Beckett (or any other potc character)would have been like on their wedding night if they ever had one?Would they be flustered?Would they have prepared by asking married couples how their wedding night went?Would they let their s/o take the lead or would they be too prideful and try to act like they know what they’re doing even though they dont?Who would handle it the best?

Thank you! I am. (Also you have no idea how much self restraint it took not to answer your "hello there" with the "general kenobi" gif)

Here's a short list of headcanons under the cut for James, Beckett, Jack, and Lizzie. I think it's an interesting question, and these four all have their own approaches to the subject. Light nsfw warning for content themes I guess

James

• Definitely the most flustered. The man is so caught up in societal expectations and what is/isn't proper that he's actually quite nervous about the whole affair.

• He can't ask anyone for advice, dear god, but he does finally hint to Groves about his anxieties, and Groves assures him a little.

• Thankfully, he isn't insecure when it comes to his own body, so it helps you relax and feel better about yourself when he starts divesting clothes off the both of you.

• In the end, I think James gets a little lost in the moment. Starting is the hardest part, when he actually has to look you in the face and make the first move. After that, things come more naturally, if not perfectly. You're figuring it out together, but you're also giving in to whatever sensations feel good to you both.

Beckett

• He's surprisingly nervous, though really only if he has feelings for his new spouse. For him, everything feels a little fast. He went from not thinking he was even capable of love to being married, and it all kind of hits him at once.

• That being said, he hasn't particularly cared for societal standards, and is quite indifferent to the idea that sex is only for procreation and saved for marriage. He has at least some experience, though he has too much pride to ask anyone about the actual marriage bed.

• Like with James, starting is the hardest part. He actually lets you take the lead in this, and goes as far as offering you an out. Once things have started, though, he just kind of falls into rhythm and it feels easy, easier and more laid back than you would expect.

• Idk, though the more popular interpretation of Beckett is that he's a kinky little bastard (and I'm not saying he isn't), I just think he starts out pretty casually with his spouse. He doesn't care for the stigma surrounding sex and helps you feel like it's normal, and like it doesn't really require preparation or worry. Though he enjoys banter and foreplay, he also just likes to let it happen whenever it may.

Jack

• I present to you my hot take: Jack handles his wedding night the best.

• Jack isn't worried about the physical aspect. He's had sex before, and though he knows this carries a bit more gravity, the mechanics are still the same. He doesn't care whether you've been with anyone or not, either. He knows what he's doing, but he's also not cocky about it, at least this time. The wedding night isn't really the time.

• That being said, it's the emotional aspect that gets him most. He really wasn't expecting to get married -- there was a time when he might have laughed at the idea. Now, though, he's a little choked up with how much he loves you, and he's not used to it in the slightest.

• Jack makes it easy. He takes the lead and makes sure you're comfortable by saying something to make you laugh, and then you realize he's staring at you, and oh, he wants to kiss you, and you want to kiss him, and it just goes from there.

• The night feels safe with him to the point where you're both laughing sometimes and you're content in each other's arms and company.

Elizabeth

• Lizzie, bless her soul, has 0 clue what she's doing.

• She's nervous about it, which is the most nervous you'd ever see her, but she isn't going to show you her anxieties because she has some pride to her and she wants you to think she has this under control.

• She is the type to ask other people about their experiences and get her hands on whatever naughty books she can find. She isn't shy about this, really, because she wants to do her absolute best for you.

• I also think she understands the importance of ambiance, not to the point where it's over the top, but she has some candles going and a flattering night-dress on, and probably a light floral scent for the room.

• It's all quite sweet of her, though you both have to take your time discovering what you like. She's not nearly as confident in bed as she is everywhere else, or at least not those first few times, though she insists she has some idea of what she's doing.

• It ends up being satisfying as you learn about each other -- and yourselves -- in the process of figuring things out.

#ask #potc #pirates of the caribbean #potc headcanon #james norrington #cutler beckett #jack sparrow #elizabeth swann

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bookoformon · 3 months

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3 Nephi Chapter 28, Part 1, "72."

3 Nephi covers the transfiguration of the Christ found in the Book of Matthew 17 from a different perspective, suggesting anyone who follows Him can transfigure. The knowledge of transfiguration is considered forbidden but the Jesus, speaking through the Spirit of God gives instruction in how to do it starting with this section.

First, one must follow the instructions named on the Greater and Lesser Plates of Nephi, this is a given.

Nine of the twelve disciples desire and are promised an inheritance in Christ’s kingdom when they die—The Three Nephites desire and are given power over death so as to remain on the earth until Jesus comes again—They are translated and see things not lawful to utter, and they are now ministering among men. About A.D. 34–35. "the Passover."

1 And it came to pass when Jesus had said these words, he spake unto his disciples, one by one, saying unto them: What is it that ye adesire of me, after that I am gone to the Father?

2 And they all spake, save it were three, saying: We desire that after we have lived unto the age of man, that our ministry, wherein thou hast called us, may have an end, that we may speedily come unto thee in thy kingdom.

3 And he said unto them: Blessed are ye because ye desired this thing of me; therefore, after that ye are seventy and two years old ye shall come unto me in my kingdom; and with me ye shall find crest.

4 And when he had spoken unto them, he turned himself unto the three, and said unto them: What will ye that I should do unto you, when I am gone unto the Father?

5 And they sorrowed in their hearts, for they durst not speak unto him the thing which they desired.

The entire section above has Gematria in it, including the rubric.

The three Disciples that were separated from the rest to witness the Transfiguration were Peter, James, and John, but for reasons we cannot take for granted here, Jesus does not name them.

If we look for the pattern in the Numbers, here is what surfaces:

One Disciple: the Number is 295, בטה‎, beta, "a phobia."

Two Disciples: the Number is 1340, אגדאֶפֶס, a bundle of agadephes, "a bundle of aces."

Three Disciples: the Number is 488, דח‎‎ח‎, "pushed."

Nine Disciples: the Number is 384, גחד‎ , "greed."

Twelve Disciples: the Number is 2020, ב‎אֶפֶסבאֶפֶס, in epsabes, "I will miss."

"Fear I will push away from the aces, the greedy I will exile from the rest."

And what are we afraid of the most? Other human beings.

Transfiguration through discipleship, therefore is a way of magnetizing the mind towards the annals of the Holy Ghost, delivering mankind from his traditional and wicked ways. The Values in Gematria, including the Rubric are:

Rubric: The Value in Gematria is 11397, אאגטז‎‎, agtz, "the scorn." All sinful desires must be scorned and the soul must be tuned towards the whims of the Holy Ghost instead:

The Zohar (III:195a) states that one's will is to be like that of a pauper. Thus consider yourself like a pauper and always speak with soft and beseeching words like a pauper.

Which is the most excellent of all [prayers]? It is the prayer of the poor - it takes precedence to all prayers of the world. This is because he is broken-hearted, and it is written, "G‑d is near to the broken-hearted". (Psalms 34:19) Thus, when praying, a person should make himself "poor". When a person always makes his will as that of a pauper, his prayer ascends and will be received favorably before the Holy King.

v. 1: One by One. The Value in Gematria is 9731, טזגא‎‎‎, tezga, "represent."

v. 2: We desire that after which we have been called. The Value in Gematria is 14999, אדטטט‎‎‎‎, edttt, "the testimony together."

v. 3: After you are seventy two years old. The Value in Gematria is 10752, אאֶפֶסז‎הב‎, "the golden passage."

v. 4: He turned Himself unto the Three. The Value in Gematria is 9650, טו‎‎האֶפֶס, "two zeroes."

v. 5: And they sorrowed into their hearts. The Value in Gematria is 6183, וא‎חג‎, "it's a holiday."

The "golden passage" that leads to two zeroes and the "holiday" the Passover results from the negating of one's irrational desire to mistreat others:

Not The Golden Rule

"When someone challenged Hillel the Elder (b. 110 BCE) to teach the entire Torah while his listener stood on one foot, he famously replied, “That which is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow. That is the entire Torah, and the rest is commentary. Now go and study.”1

Of course, Hillel was expounding upon the verse in Leviticus: “You shall neither take revenge from nor bear a grudge against the members of your people; you shall love your fellow as yourself. I am the L‑rd.”2

Hillel’s teaching looks pretty similar to the classic “Golden Rule” (which goes something like this): “Do unto others what you want them to do to you.”

However, if we further examine the two aphorisms, there are stark differences.3 Many are struck by Hillel’s negative phraseology. Why did he say not to do that which you do not like instead of saying you should do that which you do like?

The question of Hillel’s word choice is more than just “Why go negative if you can go positive?” As we explained, the source for Hillel’s teaching is the verse in Leviticus, “You shall love your fellow as yourself.” So why switch to the negative?

Some explain that the reason Hillel focuses on what not to do is because the verse itself introduces the commandment of loving your fellow with the prohibition of not taking revenge or bearing a grudge against your fellow, indicating that the mitzvah is best framed as an instruction of acts to avoid.4 But we are still left with the question of why this is so.

Some explain that this is based on the Torah principle that when in danger, one’s own life takes precedence over that of the other. As such, Hillel did not go so far as to tell us that we should treat others like ourselves, as this is not the truth. Rather, he was teaching that we may not mistreat others, just like we do not want to be mistreated.5

Alternatively, knowing that his questioner was a beginner and potential convert to Judaism, Hillel was telling him that although it may seem very hard to reach the ultimate level of this mitzvah (of loving others like yourself), you should start off with at least not doing to others that which is hateful to you.6

However, Hillel ended off his words with “The rest is commentary. Now go and study.” Some commentators explain that Hillel was intimating that his words had many more layers of meaning, and to understand the depth of the mitzvah beyond the negative phraseology, “he should go learn.”7

Lest one repents and atones, and harbors compassion for the poor in one's heart, and is impoverished of all malice and corruption, one shall not see the Christ, or heaven, or attain to immortality while living in a mortal body.

There is more to come on how transfiguration actually works in the next section of 3 Nephi 28.

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lindajenni · 8 months

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aug 30

what have you done with what you've given you?

"for we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that each one may receive the things done in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad." 2 cor 5:10

friends, that's everyone of us. we who believe are not judged for salvation, but how we spent the time and possessions the Lord has blessed us with. God does not expect what one cannot give. He often does not even expect us to do something adverse to our "leanings," but rather were they spent for self or others.

i think we here in america often forget how how truly blessed we are. even now, in the darkening of the day, we tower above many in safety, substances and sources. even as the word of God must be garnered and shared under fear of death in many places, happily it has not fully reached our shores yet. it has landed but not yet fully conquered.

so again, i ask you before our Lord does. is the profit that drives you for the sake of self or soul? "for what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?" matt 16:26

there is a quote i remember from "the Lord of the Rings." the two were discussing the darkened times they were living in and how they longed for the simple life that had preceded. "i wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "so do i," said gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. but that is not for them to decide. all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." what a profound statement.

many wanted to experience the rapture time; to be among those that shall never taste of death. but few of us imagined the darkness that need be a leading up to that rapturous moment. it is that very darkness that allows the smallest flicker of light to become a guiding beacon to those wandering in the darkness.

where now is the light that lives in you? have you put it under a bushel or upon a lampstand that all may see and be aided in their way. "let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven." matt 5:16 all we say or do must now be solely for the purpose of pointing to God and His saving grace or to lift up and encourage our fellow.

so what are your works? "but someone will say, 'you have faith, and i have works.' show me your faith without your works, and i will show you my faith by my works." oh the simpleness and directness of old camel knees himself; the half brother of Jesus. our works aren't "for" salvation but a proof "of" salvation. i often think how difficult it was to accept his half brother as God incarnate, but when he got the revelation, he went all in. some say the book of jude was written by a half brother as well. i guess we'll learn in the kingdom.

faith will get you salvation for God is love, but works will get you crowns. you may well say, i seek no rewards, and that in itself may seem a noble gesture. but remember, the works are not for us. they are crowns and glory to lay at our Lord's feet, exalting His worthiness. that has been one of my earliest prayers. i seek for a crown to toss at Your feet; all glory and honor and majesty to the One who did it all.

many are of the mindset, because i can only do little, i will do noting. that is the wicked and lazy servant who buried his one talent and ending up losing all and even suffered outer darkness. God does not expect someone given only one talent to come bringing ten, even though that is entirely feasible. He only expects a profit equal to what was given.

don't bury the gift given you, be it small or great. if you find yourself leaning in one direction, that most probably is your calling. is it love, then love without measure. if it be giving, then give freely, expecting nothing in return. if it be works, then work as your strength allows. God has given to all a measure of faith and a talent to spend. it is love functioning in that faith that magnifies the talent, resulting in a godly harvest.

the other day i heard a brother something i found profound. he said, "i had finally reached a place in my life that if i didn't do something for the Lord, i wasn't going to do it." that happened to me after my last stroke and these dailies just seem to begin; the Lord apparently giving me one last nudge to use whatever writing talents i may have for His glory. sure, i had been faithful in the customary functions of servitude, but i still had a talent left unspent.

how ashamed i would have been before my Lord if i had failed that chance. i don't know what it might have cost me. i only know the shame i would have felt. at that time i would have paid any price for a "second chance," but then it would be too late. please, please don't miss any second chance you might need and be given. a stroke to me was such a small cost if that was might be needed. and no, it wasn't God giving me a stroke; just Him relinquishing His loving grasp but a little that i might profit from it.

the greatest reward ever to be received from any investment is to hear our Lord's response: "well done, good and faithful servant; you were faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. enter into the joy of your lord." matt 25:21 don't we all long to hear that greeting?

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springcloudsmind · 10 months

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How can a God both be terrifying yet loving at the same time?

Today I sat down and approached God's throne through a Sabbath rest day. I've been crying to Him about my heart's desire for a week now. But today I was done speaking. It's His turn to speak. And indeed He did.

Looking at my journal entries, I've just realized it now. God was telling me that I've been looking at what I think is best for me.

"For you are not setting your mind on the things of God, but on the things of man.” Matthew 16:23. He was asking if I'm like that still? Is He still the most important thing in my life? Am I still willing to give everything up for him? Matthew 14:44-46.

I've been crying, "Lord I want this. This makes me happy." But I haven't been asking, "Lord, do you want this? Does this makes you happy?"

What if in trying to save myself, my wants, I lose my soul. (Matthew 16:26). Yup, I know God wants to correct my heart before giving anything. But It's just in the head, I wasn't ready nor willing to give it up and act on in.

In Matthew 17:22, for sure He wasn't okay, too. But he was at peace because His eyes was on His Father. Few verses before, in verse 8, even shows His power. Boses pa lang yon. But in that passage also showed how He is just Jesus. Approachable and personal.

How can a God both be terrifying yet loving at the same time?

Today He reminded me that.

He said that He can (do what I'm praying for),... but He won't. Yet He promised that he will be glorified and that through this, people will come to believe in Him. He said that I can be sure that I am being prepared for heaven, this is not in vain. Lastly, He said He knows.

If I were to pursue Arts, I'm still uncertain of my intention. I might do it for myself. BUT If I were to stay in this course, He will be the only one seen. Yes, it would take my commitment, trust, and obedience. His last message took me away. With the thoughts in the struggle that God doesn't see it, He says He does. He knows what I'm going through. He knows the insecurities, exhaustion, and doubt. He sees. He is El Roi.

So If He's blessing me na to continue. If He's giving me another chance in this program. If His presence will be here. If I know I am held and I am His beloved. Then I will listen. I will deny myself, take up my cross, and follow Him.

Now that I'll stay in Engg, He is my Banner. My Yahweh Nissi.

What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? Romans 8:31.

Exodus 33:14-16 14 And he said, “My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.” 15 And he said to him, “If your presence will not go with me, do not bring us up from here. 16 For how shall it be known that I have found favor in your sight, I and your people? Is it not in your going with us, so that we are distinct, I and your people, from every other people on the face of the earth?”

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psalmonesermons · 11 months

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Give us this day our daily bread Part 3

How can we maximise our nutrition from the bible?

In Part 2 we considered what Jesus meant when he said, ‘I am the bread of life’ and saw that we absorbed from Jesus the bread of life, his life, his character, his example, his teaching i.e. food for our souls. We need to feed on God’s word (bible) every day of our lives because it contains the nourishment we need for our souls.

Today in Part 3 we consider how can we maximise the benefit from what we can take from our daily bread?

We now consider the practice of Christian meditation on the word of God (bible).

Does anyone have a favourite scripture or keynote verse?

Psalm 1 is the keynote scripture for my life.

1 Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked

or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers,

2 but whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates on his law day and night.

3 That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season

and whose leaf does not wither— whatever they do prospers.

When Psalm 1 was written the law was most of the bible that existed at that time.

We can extrapolate it today to include all the bible (word of God).

The Hebrew word for meditate means ‘moving the lips’ or ‘mutter’.

In a sense we talk to our ourselves about the verse.

Another analogy is that we should be like a cow chewing the cud i.e. we chew the food and swallow then let it come back up so we can chew it again and again.

In practice this means that we should choose a verse or portion of scripture and keep chewing on it until its meaning becomes clear to us.

I did this with the verse ‘I am the bread of life’ that Jesus spoke in John 6.

What does bread do, what does life mean and so on?

Ask yourself about the meaning of the passage of scripture you are reading.

Here are some other scriptures that show believers taking God’s word into themselves.

Jeremiah 15:16 When your words came, I ate them; they were my joy and my heart’s delight, for I bear your name, Lord God Almighty.

Ezekiel 2:8 But you, son of man, listen to what I say to you. Do not rebel like that rebellious people; open your mouth and eat what I give you.” 9 Then I looked, and I saw a hand stretched out to me. In it was a scroll,

Rev 10:9 So I went to the angel and asked him to give me the little scroll. He said to me, “Take it and eat it. It will turn your stomach sour, but ‘in your mouth it will be as sweet as honey.’”

Joshua 1:8 Keep this Book of the Law always on your lips; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful.

So, the idea of eating or taking God’s word into yourself is thoroughly biblical.

Let's do it!

Amen

Personal Prayer

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mycreativewritingjourney · 1 year

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Day 6

I should have tried for a morning post yesterday, my husband was on the computer when I came home last night. That is what I get for marrying a gamer. Today's post will be inspired by him though. I love our love story and our life together. He is a big supporter of me and all I do. I know, without a doubt, that he is my soul mate, my other half, and that we were meant to be together.

Something Like Love

My love story now is one that makes my heart beat fast. I still have school girl excitement talking about our engagement. Before I got here though, Love had something to teach me.

I've heard it said that Love pulls you out of darkness. In some ways I believe it does. But Something like Love is what left me in darkness.

There are different kinds of Love we experience through life. Love of family, Love of friends, Love of something more than friends. Then there's Something like Love that pulls us along our path.

Many have a young Love, the first one they think will last. The feeling of something deeper than butterflies. For a lucky few they are right, but most of us aren't that lucky.

It is that Something like Love filling our thoughts. Cultivating the care we have for a person. But it will leave us, quickly, crumbling all we built up.

Let me explain.

I felt Something like Love for a man. It lasted two years before starting to deteriorate. By God's Grace, literally, I knew he wasn't my one and only.

I was the one to break things off and walk away. That doesn't make it any easier. I had made him a part of who I was and now it was gone.

There was some time before I found who I was for myself. It is crucial though, to know this first then try for a relationship. This knowledge kept me from wasting my time.

I knew what I needed to be happy. Knew what I needed to do to make myself happy. That really weeds out the dating pool.

When you know these things about yourself It makes you look at a relationship differently. Not as a necessity but as a bonus.

Like you know the path ahead of you, But now there is someone who can walk it with you. While they are on their own path.

That is what it was like. Weary at first it was Something like Love, I kept options open and dated a few people.

He stood out the most. The conversations were different even if topics were the same. Extra adventures were easy to come by.

Talking about the future, a future, together Didn't require sacrifices from either of us. Our plans for ourselves just seemed to fit together.

Here comes one of my favorite parts.

The time from meeting - dating - engaged - married seemed fast. It also seemed like it was supposed to be that way. That it would have been that way no matter when we would have met

Our engagement story gives me butterflies, even now. It happened seven years ago On the Oregon coast.

We'd been dating about three months at this point. Planning a summer vacation together. Spending time with both families.

The first few days of our trip would be with my family. The following week with His And he had a plan I knew nothing about.

We had the marriage conversation. Neither of us were in a hurry to get married, Or really had it in our plans to do so any time soon.

Our life paths seemed to line up pretty well. So why not walk them together. No rush though, He had a cousin He wanted to have at home first.

This gave us a year to just be A year where we could make sure this thing we had Was more than Something like Love.

So that's what was in my mind for this vacation.

The few days with my family seemed normal enough to me. But for Him, He had asked my dad to give his blessing. My dad, at first, said no; explained he would prefer we wait.

Then my mother got involved and had a conversation with dad, All of which He heard, and I never caught wind of. In the morning my dad woke Him up and gave his blessing.

It was off to Oregon to see His family. Excitement was how I felt, but because this was our first trip together Not because I knew of anything else He had planned.

We decided to do a hike along the Oregon coast Started out in the morning, with a little overcast weather And set out on the Cascade Head Trail.

It was a beautiful hike His mother, aunt, brother, and cousin had joined us With very nice camera equipment.

I thought nothing of it because I was taking photos too. Flora and fauna were breathtaking. Then we got to an overlook point.

We stopped to take in the view of the coastline. The weather had cleared and you could see for miles. The beaches and trees, flowers and wildlife.

I had been standing off to the side, next to the cliff overlook He approached and dug a gatorade out of his backpack He smiled at me and I smiled at him

Then, I will never forget how this happened, He put his drink back, "I've been lying to you about something." My gut thought was, 'Cool we are going to do this next to a cliff'

In one swift motion though everything changed. He pulled out a little blue box, dropped his backpack, and knelt "I'm not going to wait for [cousin] to come home."

"Will you marry me?"

I was in shock, and I mean in shock Yes, I said yes, obviously We had to wait for my breathing to normalize before hiking back.

He put the ring on my finger saying, "This ring is special," pointing to the two diamonds among sapphires, "It is a promise not just to take you to the temple, But to take you to Neverland."

I swooned. This was absolutely more than Something like Love

Even now he makes my heart flutter, Makes me feel confident and capable. He is my friend, my confidant, my partner.

I love the Love we have It takes effort but feels effortless. Through good moods and bad moods there is still Love.

I know I could live without him, but I never want to. Almost unbearable would be life if I had to be alone now. Now that I love life with him in it.

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queenofstelena · 1 year

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A wonderstruck Christmas Chapter 1

Summary: Human AU Elena and Stefan stay at the Gilbert lake house for Christmas. They open presents and Stefan surprises, Elena, with a very special surprise. AU where Stefan never died, Elena is still human along with Stefan, There are both 28, Damon and Elena never dated, and Elena's parents are alive. (Stefan asks Elena's parents for their blessing to marry Elena.)

Notes: I know it's short but this is how Imagined it and I think it is still pretty good! At first, I was writing it as a planned dinner, the gilberts didn't know he was proposing, but the problem was it didn't flow, it didn't sound good, and Miranda sounded like a neat freak and controlling. I just didn't want to write her like this and I thought I should restart and take a different approach. I did change the part that sounded controlling but it still didn't sound right or flowed well. I have no good reason why I didn't re-add Jeremy I just didn't see how he would fit into the story. No hate to Jeremy though! I hope you all enjoyed it, requests are open and advice for the story or my writing is helpful, please be kind though! Hope you all have an amazing day or night! Love, Mae!

Chapters: 1/3

Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Damon Salvatore, Miranda Gilbert-Sommers, and Grayson Gilbert.

Warning(s): None just fluff!

Rating: General Audiences

Hope you enjoy! <3

Ding dong. The door rang, and Grayson went to open it. Stefan was standing in blue genes, a dark blue shirt, and converse. "Stefan what a surprise, it's so good to see you!"

"Do you mind if I come in?" Stefan asked. "Yes, of course!" Grayson said a little surprised by this.

"I know it's short notice Mr. Gilbert but I wanted to talk to you and your wife. if that's okay?" Stefan asked.

"Yes of course." By now, Grayson was a bit worried and confused, what could he possibly want or need? What if this is about Elena? Miranda came walking from the kitchen to meet the pair. "I heard what you all were saying, how about I get you a cup of coffee. How does that sound?" She asked.

"Wonderful," Stefan said, smiling. Miranda walked over to the counter in the kitchen and started to fill the container with water. Stefan and Grayson sat down at the table. Stefan noticed the worry on his face and said "Don't worry it's nothing bad this is quite good actually spectacular even." Said Stefan, with a small smile as he pulled a soft velvet box from his pocket.

"Oh my god, Stefan," Grayson said quietly, surprised nevertheless but ecstatic to say there least. Miranda looked over and smiled brightly, but continued to make the coffee she thought that would be the polite thing to do. She wanted to wait and hear what he would say.

"I came here today because I wanted to ask for your all's blessing to marry Elena," Stefan said, hopeful. Miranda finished the coffee, and at that moment Grayson and she looked at each other, nodded, and said "Yes," Grayson then went on to say it would be our pleasure and honor to say yes."

"Stefan, you are such a sweet man and so kind to our daughter but most of all you make her happy, you light up her heart and soul. We could never say no you're the right person for her and as Grayson said we are honored and delighted for you to marry her." Miranda said smiling and hugging Stefan.

"Thank You, all so much you do not know how much this means to me!" Stefan said brightly. "I'm going to propose I have a plan and everything! Thank You again!" Stefan walked out quickly full of excitement. Miranda and Grayson sat at the table watching happily and waiting to see what was about to unfold.

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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