#Dona watches word of Honor

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@knightish-knight created the most amazing oc, Elijah, and I love him so much. Here is a little taste of Eli and Rise!Donnie from a tactical au. Knight, it is my honor to write for these two. Love you so much bestie. 😘 (Thank you for the title @thelaundrybitch) Also mention of “Chibani” who is an OC belonging to @beckerboopin

Artwork of Eli and Donnie by @knightish-knight ⬇️

•Cock, Paper, Scissors…I win•

Tactical Rise!Donnie x OC Elijah

Warning: Language and NSFW content 18+ only

Eli blinked. Did he hear that correctly? Donnie was staring at him expectantly, one sassy hand on his trim hip.

“Wait, you need me to go with you…where?”

Donnie rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh, grabbing Eli’s wrist to tug him down the hallway. Eli, for his part, was entirely confused. Why would Donnie need his help in the supply closet? Can he not carry a pack of post-it notes by himself?

Donnie groused to himself as he dragged Eli down the back hallways, easily avoiding the route most people would take. It was all he could do to not rationalize his way out of this. But dammit, he couldn’t get the guy out of his head! How the fuck was he supposed to get anything done when his brain was hyper fixated on a long body riddled with moths and snakes and other things he shouldn’t find endearing but god. His mouth watered at the thought of discovering what other delightful pictures were hiding under Eli’s clothes.

Eli puzzled over the soft shell’s determined stride. Not that he minded, of course. Just feeling that large hand squeezing his wrist was doing things to him. What would that tight grip feel like down-

Suddenly, Donnie jerked him out of his thoughts when he opened the door and roughly shoved Eli inside. A box of pens fell off the shelf, scattering all over the floor, as his elbow bumped into it. Stunned and confused, he heard the click of the door latch and blinked at the sudden brightness of the overhead bulb.

“What the hell, Dona-“ he sputtered, words choked off as he was spun around and shoved against the shelving unit.

Donnie’s eyes were wild, that much he could see before the turtle grabbed his jacket collar in both hands and smashed his mouth onto Eli’s. As Donnie’s tongue pushed through his eager lips, Eli had the random thought that perhaps they weren’t here for post-it notes.

Donnie felt his stomach clench at his first taste of Eli. Coffee and…what was that? He coaxed Eli’s tongue into his mouth and sucked, drawing a moan from the other man. Licorice! That’s right, Eli always kept his favorite candy in his pocket. His hands dropped to Elijah’s hips and he pressed even closer, devouring every gasp greedily. He knew he was being demanding but fuck if he could help himself. His possessive nature was begging him to capture and claim. When Eli’s arms slipped around his neck, hands tangling in his bandana tails, Donnie growled in triumph.

Eli sucked in a quick breath as the turtle’s lips trailed fire down the side of his neck. He was dizzy with the turn of events and his brain was struggling to keep up with his body. He tilted his head to the side to give him more access, feeling chills break out all over his skin with each nip and lick. Donnie’s hot breath in his ear was almost too much. Eli grabbed the sides of his head and jerked him back to his hungry mouth. Apparently, Donnie approved as he threw himself wholeheartedly into the kiss.

Donnie’s mind was always so loud. A hundred thoughts a minute in rapid succession, ideas and blueprints assaulting him with every breath, but right now? Everything was Eli. Don’s senses were overwhelmed with the taste and smell, the softness of his skin, and the barely audible whimper coming from his throat. These last few months of watching the beautiful Elijah with his dark messy hair, delicate cheekbones, and those fucking eyes that always seemed to see too much, it all came down to this. Donatello wanted to swallow him whole. The human male had him twisted around his little pinky and he didn’t even know it.

Donnie slipped his hands under the tight black T-shirt that had been plaguing his mind all damn day and grasped the waistband of Eli’s skinny jeans. Every pull of his lips sent bolts of desire straight to his groin and it took everything he had not to drop yet. He needed to calm himself down if he wanted to draw this out long enough to enjoy it. He pulled back finally and pressed his forehead against Eli’s, both of them out of breath. Donnie chuckled quietly as Eli continued to play with the tails of his bandana. His heartbeat drummed in his head and he forced himself to take deep, even breaths. His hands were still splayed on the human’s bare waist and his thumbs rubbed back and forth lightly. He couldn’t quite bring himself to look into Eli’s eyes just yet. Eli waited patiently, unsure what he should do.

“Is this, you know, okay?” Donnie finally muttered.

Eli flinched at the sudden break in silence, feeling his face flush. He cleared his throat, but decided just to nod in answer. He had a distressing feeling that his voice might squeak if he tried to speak.

Donnie seemed to understand, relaxing fractionally as he continued, “Yeah? Okay. Okay, so…keep going?”

Eli gulped hard. The second he began to nod again, Donnie hitched his right leg up and around his hip. Off balance, Elijah responded by grasping the turtle’s shoulder and Donnie took the opportunity to haul the other leg up as he pressed them harder into the shelves. Eli wanted to protest the sharp edge biting into his back but Donnie’s hands were now free to continue their exploration so he kept his mouth shut.

Donatello held tightly onto the last shred of his self control but it was rapidly slipping out of his grip. His cock ached from behind his slit and he could feel the dampening of his pants as fluid leaked from the straining bulge. He bucked his hips experimentally and was rewarded with a high pitched gasp.

“Say my name,” he growled into the soft flesh of Eli’s neck.

Eli trembled in his arms, a shuddered breath escaping as he whined, “D-Donnie.”

The mutant growled and nipped at his ear with teeth much sharper than Eli expected. Another roll of his hips, and Eli felt his cheeks flush as his own body betrayed him. There was no way that Donnie couldn’t feel the way Eli hardened at his ministrations. As if reading his mind, this time when Donnie bucked, he rolled his hip to the left, purposefully brushing Eli’s cock firmly.

Desperate for more contact, Donnie shoved Eli’s jacket down his shoulders and pulled his black T-shirt over his head. Fucking hell, did Eli look good with his wavy hair all mussed and wild. Taking the extra seconds to remove his own tee, Donnie was quick to press plastron to bare chest. Another bruising kiss assaulted Eli’s lips, then Donnie pulled back to give him a heated look.

“Again,” he hissed, “be a good boy and say my name, again.”

He punctuated his words with one more hard jerk of his hips, his eyes devouring the flush of Eli’s cheeks down to the flex of his abs. Eli looked completely wrecked and they had barely gotten started.

Eli could hear his heart pounding in his ears, making it hard to focus. Donnie was intimidating and overwhelming and it didn’t help that Eli had been salivating for a taste of the turtle man. But the moment he heard “be a good boy” fall out of that sinful mouth, it was over. If Donnie wanted a good boy, he’d give him one. All his years of servicing others, and he was going to use his knowledge and experience to bring this mutant to his knees.

Donnie was watching him and saw the moment that something changed in Elijah’s expression. A world weary confidence straightened his spine and Eli leaned forward to purr sultrily in his ear, “Dona…tello.”

That’s when Donnie felt his self control snap.

There was no stopping it now. Donnie’s cock had a mind of its own as it slid free of its confines. Donnie bit off a curse as he watched Eli realize what was pressing into his lower belly. That knowing smirk got under his skin and he wondered when he had lost command of the situation. Time to get it back.

Donnie took a step back and let Eli’s legs drop to the floor. It took him all of two seconds to have Eli’s belt unfastened, shoving his pants and underwear to his ankles. A glimpse at the young man’s face revealed that he had accomplished his goal of catching him off guard. Bringing his attention back down, Donnie dropped to his knees. The choked gasp above spurred him on as he eyed the cock bobbing before him. He leaned forward with his tongue lolling out, and at the last second, he shifted to the left.

Eli let out the breath he was holding and quirked a brow in confusion. Then, the tip of Donnie’s tongue found purchase on his thigh, tracing the curve of Eli’s long snake tattoo up to where it ended over his clenched abs.

Donnie chuckled quietly at the huff of surprise. Teasing Eli might have just become his new favorite pastime. He turned his head slightly, dragging his snout up the side of Eli’s shaft and breathing in his unique musk. His mouth watered for a taste and there were few things that Donnie would deny himself if he wanted it. He opened his mouth wide and without preamble, sunk down until Eli bumped the back of his throat.

Eli clapped a hand over his mouth. After the strangled sound he just uttered, he no longer trusted himself to be quiet. He didn’t expect this. Typically, clients expected him to do all the sucking. Why would Donnie do this? Not that he was complaining by any means. Watching that purple wrapped head bobbing between his thighs, wringing such fucking pleasure from him was making him dizzy.

Donnie continued to suck and slurp, completely disregarding the spit running down his chin. He couldn’t remember the last time he got so worked up giving head. What was this guy doing to him?

His own cock was aching and he rummaged through his cargo pockets until he found the small bottle of lube he had stashed there before leaving his quarters that morning. Without even slowing down, he uncapped it and coated the fingers of one hand, then he reached around to Eli’s ass. Using one hand to spread his cheeks just enough for the other hand to start rubbing around Eli’s puckered hole, barely pressing in.

Eli moaned through his fingers as Donnie’s thick digit inched inside little by little, coating and prepping for his intended intrusion. He was rapidly approaching his end and muttered a halfhearted warning to the turtle who was trying to suck his soul out through his dick. It only encouraged the soft shell to increase his efforts and the finger in his ass curled just so. Eli grabbed Donnie’s bandana tails, hips jerking and unable to stop as he emptied himself down his throat. Donnie managed to swallow all of it, and the moment that Eli relaxed, he pulled his finger free and stood.

Hastily, Donatello got his own pants undone and down out of the way. Locating the discarded bottle of lube, he generously coated his cock, stroking it with a firm grasp once...twice…three times. Satisfied, he grabbed a slightly dazed Eli and turned him around to face the shelves.

Donnie growled as he held Eli’s hips, “I suggest you hold onto something.”

Eli’s face was pressed against the edge of one of the shelves but before he could even register the bruising pain of it, he felt his ass being split wide open. His eyes instantly watered with the pressure of Donnie entering him achingly slow. He hadn’t had time to see what the mutant was packing but by the feel of it, his cock must be massive. Eli winced and gritted his teeth as he was stretched to accommodate. The burn wasn’t unfamiliar, but it had been unexpected. Eli took slow, deep breaths as he willed his body to relax and accept the intrusion. He briefly considered turning his head and biting down on the shelf currently digging into his cheekbone.

Donnie huffed and strained, trying not to blow his load too quickly. Seeing Eli’s face as he was consumed by the pleasure of his release had nearly done him in, but by god, he was a grown ass man. He wasn’t going to embarrass himself now. He panted as he eased in further. Eli was such a beautiful man and Donnie had been craving him since day one. He had convinced himself that once he had satisfied the hunger, he could move on. But now that he was balls deep in the sweetest, tightest ass he’d ever had the delight to experience, it was apparent that one time was not going to be enough.

Eli slammed the heel of his palm against the edge of the shelf in exasperation and burst out, “Fucking move, Dee!”

That was all the invitation the mutant needed. He pulled back to the tip, then slammed his hips as hard as he could, enjoying the yelp Eli couldn’t withhold. Donnie quickly found out that there wasn’t much sound that Eli could or would hold back. The young man was whimpering and moaning with every thrust, making Donnie proud of himself but also nervous about being caught. He considered light choking, but feared that might have the opposite effect intended. He settled on sticking a finger into Eli’s mouth and he instantly started sucking on it, bringing his noises down to a muffled whine. Donnie hooked his other arm around Eli’s trim waist and used it to brace as he fucked him harder.

Try as he might, Donnie knew he wasn’t going to last. Eli’s perfect ass squeezed him just right and he knew he was about to cum. Eli’s tongue swirled around the digit in his mouth and as the pleasure built, he found himself sucking it harder. Without warning, the finger was jerked from his mouth and before he could suck in another breath, it was circling his taint.

“I’m about to-ughn!” Donnie broke off as the first stream of cum shot from his cock.

Eli shoved his fist in his mouth, biting down as his own body shuddered from the intense stimulation. Donnie pumped erratically until he was spent, then he slipped both arms around the other man’s waist and panted against his back. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d nutted so good.

“You okay?” he finally managed to ask.

Eli was breathing heavily himself, forehead resting against the shelf as he stared down at his dribbling cock. Was he okay? His ass was gonna be sore for a couple of days but it would wear off. The problem was the feeling tightening his chest. It was terrifyingly close to affection and that was something Eli was not ready to acknowledge. So he nodded and muttered that yeah, he was fine. Donnie reluctantly slipped out and Eli winced. There was nothing available to clean up the mess starting to leak out so Eli rushed to pull his clothes back on, thankful that his jacket was on the longer side. Donnie was dressed in a flash, watching and waiting. As soon as Eli was done, Donnie grabbed the back of his neck, hauling him into a hard kiss, all teeth and tongue, before releasing him abruptly.

“You should grab something from the shelf so if anyone asks what you’re doing back here, you have an excuse. Wait a minute or two after I leave before you come out,” Donnie ordered, before grabbing a new pack of dry erase markers.

Eli sputtered for a moment, then as Donnie reached for the door knob, he blurted, “We didn’t discuss payment.”

Donnie froze.

Eli shuffled his feet and cleared his throat, “Usually…my clients discuss the price of my services…you know, before.”

Donnie turned with a snarl, “Payment? Client? I wasn’t hiring you. Did it ever occur to you that I could actually like-you know what? Forget it.”

Then he left without another word. Eli stood there, stomach uneasy, trying to decipher exactly what just happened. Besides some damn good sex. He needed to talk to Chibani. Confusion was an unwelcome companion as he decided it had been long enough. Eli grabbed the first thing within reach and peered out the door to find the coast clear. He was nearly to his quarters before he looked at his hand and found a neon rainbow pack of post-it notes. He laughed humorlessly as he entered his room.

Stripping down, he headed to the shower to wash off the evidence of their closeted tryst. As the water streamed over him, he thought back over Donnie’s words. Was he saying that he was interested in him? That he actually might like Eli? Nearly everyone in his young life had used him, taken what they wanted, and then turned their backs when they were finished. The idea that Donnie might share the budding feelings that he himself had just started to become aware of was scary and confusing. What should he do now? How was he to act around the handsome turtle?

Hot tears rolled down his cheeks and he sank to the floor of the shower as sobs wracked his body. What the hell was he supposed to do with…feelings? 💜

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Alright. I need your help again.

Can some of you explain to me who exactly Jing Bei Yuan / Prince Qi is? Like... What’s his relationship with Prince Jin, where / why did he meet Wu Xi..? What’s his story and so on. You know what I mean! x’D

Thanks in advance.

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Gone - V

Jamie Fraser prepares to send Claire and Faith through the stones. A last-minute interference puts them all at stake.

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Previously:

Murtagh was being pulled down from Donas by two Redcoats. As they set his feet on the ground, he met Claire’s eye, his own full of guilt and shame.

She slid down from her own horse and sidled up to Jamie’s back as he tried to make himself impossibly bigger to hide her, lowering Faith to her arms.

Over his shoulder, she studied the English officers in the dim light. There was something oddly familiar about one of them.

April 17, 1746 | Scottish Countryside

“Please.” Jamie’s voice rang clear in the still morning. “Leave him be.”

Claire’s eyes flooded as she watched him march toward the scene in surrender. She pressed her forehead into Faith’s mangled curls to hide her tears.

“I’ll wager ye know who I am,” Jamie said decidedly. “Take me, and let my companions go free. I’ll no’ fight.”

The silence was deafening as each party studied the other.

“James Fraser,” the ranking officer bellowed from his mount. “Notorious Jacobite.”

One of the younger men holding Murtagh in a vice grip paled at the obvious confirmation.

“Then this could only be the Stuart Witch in your company, Mr. Fraser?” The officer continued, breaking into a dark chuckle. “It seems we’d be foolish to let any of you get too far today.”

“No!” Jamie shouted, but it was too late. He thrashed violently even as three men surrounded him. All Claire could see was the sun shining against his brilliant red hair as the men dragged him away.

The remaining soldiers approached Claire and Fergus, gripping them indelicately as they led them on a solemn march toward the camp just visible through the clearing. Even though no one tried to remove her, Claire tightened her grip around Faith’s middle until the little girl began to squirm and whimper.

Each unfriendly face they passed jeered at them, recognition of the long-awaited captives flashing in their eyes.

They were all forced into a semi-circle together, surrounded by their captors.

Claire lowered herself to the ground, hit with another bout of nausea. Little wonder, as they’d had nothing to eat since supper the night before.

“Mama?” Faith whined softly, the impatient tones of a temper tantrum in her voice.

Jamie dropped to his knees beside them, using dirty palms to check each of them over for injury. “I’m sorry. Sae sorry Claire. So verra sorry,” he whispered, shaking.

Claire palmed his cheek in return. There was nothing he could have done. They had chosen their path, knowing the consequences it might bring.

She leaned into him and together they shielded Faith, sure these were their last moments but uncertain what they might bring. 

Claire barely registered the weary young man from before as he slowly backed away from his post and then dashed toward the largest tent at the edge of camp.

The commanding officer approached their huddle. “Captain Jacobs, at your service,” he sneered. “As long-sought after criminals in a losing battle, we’re certain you have plenty of information to share with us. Who knows, in the end your cooperation just may give us leave to be more lenient.”

Claire felt Jamie tense, her own breathing growing shallower. All they’d lost already, and their lives still on the line.

“Now,” Jacobs began. “I’d like to question each of you individually, starting with…” his cold eyes narrowed on Claire.

A throat cleared behind him, and the captain straightened. “Colonel.”

The colonel inclined his head as his inferior officer bowed.

“If you’re quite done, Captain… James and Mistress Fraser, I presume?” he asked them formally. He turned. “And Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser. And…” he tilted his head at the sight of Fergus. “Hello, young man. If you’d all accompany me to my quarters, it seems we have much to discuss.”

Jamie gave a slight nod. His face was the mask Claire knew would cover his thoughts, but he quickly rose, pulling Faith and her up with him.

As they walked, Faith dove toward Jamie and he caught her easily. Her eyes slipped closed at last, tucked against her da’s chest. It was likely for the best, as Claire herself hardly wanted to see what happened next.

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 As they ducked under the entryway of the large tent, the colonel motioned them toward a long table. 

They’d need to keep their story straight. Balancing Faith’s slumbering form in one hand, Jamie ruffled Fergus's hair with the other, imploring him to keep quiet with a stern glance. Then Jamie reached for Claire, who accepted his touch, gripping his thigh firmly with her free hand.

After ensuring the tent flap was secure behind him, the colonel sat opposite them at the table. “I believe I’ve been remiss in introducing myself.” He straightened in the high-backed chair. “Colonel Harold Grey, Duke of Pardloe.”

Jamie frowned at the surname. Why did he know the name Grey?

“I’m told you’re all in acquaintance with my younger brother,” Grey continued. The young soldier from earlier stepped around a fold in the tent, flushed.

“Mr. and Mrs. Fraser, meet John William Grey.”

Surprised and a bit uneasy, Jamie and Claire glanced at each other before fully acknowledging the young man.

“Mr. Grey, pleasure to make your acquaintance again.”

“Mr. Fraser, Mistress Fraser, I trust you are both in good health.”

“Aye lad, at least my wife tells me so.” Jamie stroked Claire’s palm with his thumb.

John Grey nodded, smirking. “I suppose I should have guessed as much that night at Carryarrick, Sir.”

“As my brother reminds me,” Colonel Grey began, rubbing his temples. “He swore to you an oath of honor in exchange for his life.” He paused, looking from one Fraser to another. “It seems to fall on me to fulfill that promise today.”

“Just what will that mean, Colonel?” Jamie asked, his voice dropping to hide his nerves.

“I wonder if you’re familiar, Mr. Fraser, with Captain of Dragoons, Jonathan Randall?”

Claire’s nails dug into Jamie’s thigh as he shifted in his chair. “We’ve heard a bit in passing, aye. Most of it isna good.”

“Is he as nasty a man as they say?” Claire asked, trying to hide her emotions.

The colonel rose and fetched a decanter, pouring himself a drink before offering one to his guests. Jamie and Murtagh accepted, while Claire refused. Jamie knew she’d have a hard time stomaching ale on an empty belly.

“I’m afraid that everything you’ve heard, Mistress Fraser, pales in comparison to the truth. Allegations of abuse have followed him for years. But he always manages to shake them off before the consequences reach him.”

“That’s a shame.” Jamie swirled the drink in his mug. “But how does it relate to myself and my family?”

“We received word just this morning that Captain Randall met his end before the battle yesterday.”

Claire inhaled sharply.

Seemingly oblivious to their reactions, the colonel continued, pacing back and forth. “There was an outbreak of influenza in the camp. Terrible conditions, as you might imagine.”

Jamie shrugged, lifting one shoulder in response.

“As it turns out, he left behind a young widow with no other family to speak of. Mrs. Randall will be on her own to establish her inherited estate in Paris. She is also expecting his child.”

“I can’t imagine,” Claire whispered, rubbing her own belly underneath the table and trying not to shudder at the casual use of her friend’s married name.

“So, to conclude, I’m offering you both parole to her property in France. If you accept, you’ll leave on the next ship.”

“Mmmph.” Jamie nodded slowly, considering.

“Otherwise, I’m afraid there aren’t many options left in Scotland than the noose. For any of you.”

Jamie leaned forward, careful not to jostle Faith. “And what about my godfather, Murtagh?” he asked, his voice low.

The colonel turned his attention to the man in question. “I suppose any additional service would be to Mrs. Randall’s benefit.”

“And the children?” Claire asked. She rubbed Faith’s back.

Fergus perked up at this, looking between Claire and the colonel.

Grey cleared his throat. “As long as Mrs. Randall is willing to accommodate them, I see no issue in sending them along with you.”

“Ye should know,” Jamie warned. “I signed my estate away to my nephew. There will be no need to harass its residents.”

The colonel fixed his gaze on Jamie. “I have no desire to disturb properties that no longer belong to you, Mr. Fraser.”

Jamie and Claire exhaled together. “You have our gratitude, Colonel.”

Grey nodded. “To tell you the truth, I’ve watched many men fall over the past months. If only a few…” He cleared his throat again. “You’ll be detained here until our ship leaves in three days’ time, but you may move about the grounds as you wish. We will post any letters you wish to write before you leave. They will, of course, be read by myself first.”

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 Claire knelt by the stream with Faith in her arms, the remnant of a gooey bar of soap clenched in her palm.

“Time to get cleaned up, lovey.” She trailed a wet finger down Faith’s cheek.

Faith giggled, dropping her chin to her chest to get away. When her mother paused, she looked into Claire’s eyes and placed a hand on her cheek. “S’okay, Mama?”

Claire paused and gathered her baby tighter to her. “Yes, my love. Things are looking up for us.” She pulled back to meet her eye. “But you are safe no matter what, do you understand?”

Faith nodded, turning around and leaning back as Claire lathered her hair with soap.

“Stay close, but out of the water,” Claire reminded her gently as she started her own ablutions. She needn’t have worried though, as a quick glance over her shoulder assured her that Jamie was standing guard at the tree line.

She grimaced as she felt water hit her back. She turned around in time to see Faith standing by the shallow of the creek, splashing. She shook her head and chuckled, sweeping Faith up and spinning her around, her little girl giggling madly.

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Claire stripped down to her shift as night finally fell over the camp. Fergus was tucked into a separate tent with Murtagh. The dour old man had scoffed at their accommodations, but Claire caught the grin he tried to hide as Jamie pulled the blanket snug over Fergus’s shoulders.

She checked on Faith one more time, snoozing soundly on her pallet at the other end of the tent. Smoothing out her bedroll, she dropped down next to Jamie, who had left on only his shirt. Even as she curled into him, he continued staring a hole through the wall of their tent.

“Ready to get some rest, soldier?” she asked, smoothing her hand over his freshly shaved cheek.

Jamie caught her hand in his, and placed a kiss on her palm, but said nothing.

Claire sighed. This was no good. “You know I’m feeling different than last time. You don’t suppose it could be twins?” She caressed her belly.

He jerked around to face her, then rolled his eyes when he caught her smug grin. “Och. So ye’re a wee jokester tonight, eh?”

“What is it?” she asked, stroking the hand she had healed for him with delicate fingers.

“I’m sorry, Claire,” he said softly.

She tilted her head. “Whatever for? Things looked dodgy there for a moment, but we’ve a way out now.”

One side of Jamie’s mouth ticked upward. “Aye, and I’m grateful for that, but once again it seems that being here has put ye in danger.”

Claire shifted to hold his face in her hands. “We’ll be fine,” she whispered. “There’s nothing we can’t do, together.”

Jamie squeezed his eyes shut. “I just canna help thinkin’ it was my fault.”

She hesitated before nodding, slowly, with an air of finality. “You’re right.”

He went still for a moment, her sarcasm taking a second to fully settle on him. 

Claire shifted to drag their bodies fully together, nestling against his neck. His arm wrapped around her shoulder.

“You nearly gave up everything to make sure the children and I were safe.” She bit his earlobe. “When we get a chance to be alone,” she purred, pulling his mouth close to hers by the collar of his shirt. “You’ll find out whether I’m more inclined to punish or reward you for it.”

Jamie smiled at her and gripped her bottom. “I’ll hold ye to that.” He met her with a kiss, rubbing circles into her lower back. “I do love ye, Sassenach.”

“Mmm, you’ve mentioned that a time or two.”

He rolled to his back, folding her into his side with her palm over his heartbeat.

Claire could feel the heady tug of her exhaustion, and she was ready for sleep. But Jamie’s fingers tapping on her hip wouldn’t cease.

“Jamie?” 

“Ach, sorry.” He stilled his hand into a grip instead.

“What’s on your mind??” Claire wondered.

Jamie looked at her in surprise. “Sassenach,we’re surrounded by men that have likely no’ seen a woman in months. I willna give them a chance at ye.”

“We’re 15 paces from Colonel Grey’s tent. I don’t think anyone is bold enough to try anything.”

“Mmmph. That Captain Jacobs. Dinna like the way he was looking at ye.”

Claire sighed, thumping her head against his shoulder. “Even in sleep, you’ll know if he shows up.” She scratched the back of his head, knowing his eyes would droop as she did.

His body relaxed. “Will ye wake me if anything’s amiss?”

“Of course. And I can defend myself, you know.”

“Aye.” He smirked. “But ye shouldna have to.” He pressed a kiss to her temple before letting his eyes drift shut at last.

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 Jamie’s family patiently stood to the side as Colonel Grey conferred with the harbormaster -- almost patiently.

Faith wriggled in Jamie’s arms as she rubbed her eyes and adjusted her position against his shoulder again. Fergus paced back and forth under Murtagh’s nose, causing the older man to mutter under his breath.

And Jamie himself twitched in the breeches provided to him by Redcoats. Colonel Grey insisted that tartan was outlawed and didn’t want his prisoner wearing a kilt in front of his colleagues. Jamie complied, albeit reluctantly. It wasn’t just the loss of his kilt that bothered him, nor Claire’s tartan shawl that he’d spread her out over more times than he could count. It was their last day in Scotland for an indeterminable amount of time. He couldn’t say when the next time he’d see Lallybroch or even a patch of heather would be.

But then Claire tightened her grip on his elbow, leaning her head against his shoulder. Regardless of what he was going to lose, he’d managed to keep his wife. His family. Everything else could bide.

Jamie came to attention as Grey turned back toward them. He didn’t like the look on the man’s face.

“Colonel?” 

Grey’s face was drawn. “It seems that demand for passage is quite high. Only official prisoners are allowed transport.” He met Jamie’s eye. “Now, your… Fergus… I can assign parole status, but your daughter…”

Jamie felt himself begin to quake. Claire went white beside him.

“I’d be more than obliged to have some of my men deliver her to your family estate while I accompany you to France…”

“Ye said you would leave Lallybroch alone,” Jamie bit out.

“It would remain safe, Mr. Fraser, it would be a simple business matter— ”

“We go as one, or not at all. I canna…”  His eyes fell to Claire’s silver ring, remembering all it represented. To leave part of his heart in another country for years… The carpet bag in Claire’s hand caught his eye.

The piece was clean, if threadbare, also provided by Grey. Perhaps it was fortunate after all that their belongings had barely covered the bottom.

“I’ve an idea, if ye’d be agreeable, Colonel.”

*****************************************

The bones of Jamie’s hand ground into Claire’s as they crossed the dock toward the awaiting ship. His other arm held the carpet bag against his hip.

“Halt,” barked the harbormaster . “We have orders from the Crown to check your cargo. They suspect you lot may try to smuggle contraband to whatever miserable place you’re headed.”

Grey nodded as the dockhands moved to pop his trunk open, but cleared his throat as they reached for the bag Jamie carried. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The harbormaster, a fellow Redcoat, looked at him suspiciously. “And why would you say that?”

Grey leaned toward the man sternly. “I’ve checked their belongings already. I don’t imagine the discipline that would follow second guessing me is worth peering inside Mistress Fraser’s medical kit. You can only imagine the ghastly methods that pass for medical treatment in the Highlands -- dead toads, mummified crickets, and something that strangely resembles a man’s toe…” He shuddered.

“You folks are free to board,” the harbormaster blanched.

Murtagh and Fergus carried little cargo, and nothing the dockhands were willing to risk investigating.

They hastened onto the ship and locked themselves away in their respective cabins, while Grey went to introduce himself to the ship’s captain and explain their unusual situation.

Jamie watched the carpetbag wiggle as Claire undid its fastenings, followed by the appearance of a curly head.

Before Faith could react, Jamie plucked her from it and pulled her to him, embracing her so hard she squawked.

“Wonderful, Lovey.” Claire crushed herself into their embrace.

“Da is sae proud of ye, a nighean,” Jamie whispered into her ruffled curls. “I ken ye dinna understand now, but ye will someday.”

Faith raised her finger to her lips. “Shhh!”

“Yes, you were very brave.” Claire smiled. “But you don’t have to be anymore.”

________________________________________

 Claire smoothed the blanket over Faith’s slumbering form, then stood up from the bottom bunk and closed the door softly behind her. She knocked on Murtagh’s door and asked him to listen for Faith.

She climbed to the deck of the ship, spotting her husband leaning over the railing in the darkness. She wrapped her arms around him from behind.

“You’re not thinking of abandoning ship are you? All this effort would have been quite a waste.”

Jamie turned in her arms and wrapped her in his own. “Nae. ‘Tis just such a beautiful a night.”

“Hmm. Any seasickness yet?” Claire turned in his embrace, her back to his chest.

“Not yet. I think my heid’s working too hard to catch up with all that’s happened.” He rested his chin on her shoulder. “And all I have to be grateful for. But what about ye?” He rubbed his hand in a circle over her belly.

“Nothing to report yet.” She shook her head. “But I have a feeling it might return with a vengeance in the morning.”

“I wish there was something I could do to help ye with it,” he murmured into her hair.

“Just be with me,” she sighed.

They looked out over the moon-lit water together, swaying gently.

“Did you ever think we’d get here?” Claire whispered. “When we took that first ship ride?”

Jamie exhaled. “No’ at all. I could scarcely imagine putting the parts of me back together to make a whole man. But ye did that.” He turned her to face him, lifting her chin to meet his eye. “Now the Scotland I knew is gone, but me and mine and hale are provided for.” He placed a hand on her bottom. “And my bonnie wife has already given me two and a half bairns to cherish.”

Claire laughed as her lips met his. Not even a week ago, she’d expected to find herself pregnant and alone with a toddler, preparing to face a man she’d let go of first physically, then emotionally.

Instead, they’d fought for each other, and their family. Though they would part one day, it wouldn’t be today. Nor any day soon, if they had anything to say about it.

epilogue to follow

#Jamie Fraser #Claire Beauchamp #Faith Fraser #Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser #Fergus Fraser #Gone #Canon Divergence au #Outlander #Outlander fanfic #my fic

[gaykey]

How's your word of honor watching going? Did you finish? Did you stop? What do you think about it?

i haven't stopped, but i still have not got too far

i'm still fairly early in, like around ep 7?

i am really enjoying it though! most of the time i'm like 👀 and saying 'how did they get away with that?!' or laughing out loud, because it is genuinely very funny.

i'm scared to grow too attached to any one character though.....and i still feel like i have a TON to learn about them (which yeah, because like i said, i'm still pretty early in).

i really need to have a solid day, where i have absolutely nothing on, and not exhausted, to properly get stuck in, and watch like, a good 5 eps in a row.

work makes it hard though!

i can't wait until i do because so many moots and friends have watched it, and i wanna talk about it with theeeem.

i'll keep you up to date with where i am, anon. next binge sesh, i might dona bit of a live blog lol

#anon #i will finish it!! #word of honor

[lukeskywaker4ever]

King Pedro V and the Charles-et-Georges situation in 1858

Someone wrote, not many years ago, that the Monarch had thought of an alliance with Guilherme I, 

German Emperor, in 1858 ...

The inventor of this adorable hoax - arranged along the lines of those invented by Oliveira Martins, and very well written, it is far from the truth! - ignored that the German Empire was only instituted in 1871 and proclaimed in Paris...

What existed was a German Confederation, which included Austria, Bavaria, Prussia and other Central European states. The battle of Sadowa (3 July 1866) prepared, as well as the entire campaign, by the illustrious Prince of Bismark (1815-1898), 

excluded Austria, who was the leader of the same Confederation and inspired it.

But the good liar said that Dom Pedro V 

wanted this alliance in order to write a check in England that had abandoned him in the matter of the black barge Charles-et-Georges, 

leaving him in difficulties with France, which had behaved cowardly with little Portugal that had only complied with the repression treaties of slavery and caught Captain Rouxel in the act..

Dom Pedro V, reading the ultimatum that was in the note signed by the Count of Lille, Minister of France in Lisbon, was extremely indignant, and I told the Duke of Loulé, President of the Council of Ministers, 

to be energetic in the response, and at the same time, to appeal to England, our ally, to support the Government's response Portuguese, based on Reason and Justice.

England refused to help us. The Monarch's disgust was enormous, and the entire nation was thrilled with indignation at the threat of France. If Dom Pedro V's 

esteem for Queen Victoria and his Uncle, the Prince Consort, 

was true and sincere, he did not feel that way about the English politicians of that time.

The case was clear and Portugal was right. The Governor of the Province of Mozambique, Lieutenant-Colonel João Tavares de Almeida, given without blemish, dignified and honest, suspicious, or prevented, that the barge Charles-et-Georges was employed in the infamous and miserable slave trade, ordered the 1st Lieutenant of the Armed, João Eusébio de Oliveira, honored sailor and military soldier, a visit aboard the boat and catch her, if the accusation were true ...

The crime was proven. The officer in charge of the due diligence had all the evidence that Captain Rouxel commanded slaves and that on board there were a hundred and ten wretches, victims chained to the most unfortunate situation ... And to make the miserable traffic worse, he appeared decorated with the title of Delegate of the French Government, a certain individual who by his name does not miss ...

Napoleon III's 

government had complained. The President of the Council of Ministers of Portugal, the Duke of Loulé, slack, indolent, enjoying delaying matters (and who would never have been Minister in another country due to his proverbial lack of energy), tried to resist. It was then that the French Government presented, as I said, the ultimatum so that, within forty-eight hours, Portugal could deliver the said prey; failing to do so, the legation staff would take one of the ships aboard from the fleet based in the Tagus, under the command of Vice Admiral Lavaud. This official committed the rudeness of didn’t do the saved during the passage of Dom Pedro V 

who went to accompany his brother Dom Luis 

aboard the corvette Bartolomeu Dias.

Portugal handed over the ferry and 62.828$000 reis in compensation (349,045 francs) when it is true that the slave Rouxel and the men he commanded were not all worth that money together ... The slaveholders are out of the moral standard! ...

On that occasion there was a Council of Ministers chaired by the Monarch.

Let us see what in this regard was found in General Claudio de Chaby's

magnificent notes, as well as the fact of the miserable question:

- «That meeting of Ministers was stormy. Dom Pedro V declared that, under his personal responsibility, he had sent for the English Minister accredited in Lisbon. This diplomat declared that Britain did not meddle in the matter. - In that case, declared the Monarch, our alliance is of no use, and the best way forward is to renounce it!

«The Englishman, a little shocked by the King's severe but just attitude, claimed that it had served him well during the French invasions of Junot and Massèna, to which Dom Pedro V replied:

«- If England helped us, it was with the aim of annihilating France's action in the Iberian Peninsula; and that this aid had externalized it with the systematic fire of the factories in Soure and others that the French themselves had saved! ...

"And the audience with the Minister of England ended with the greatest coldness ... The Monarch then proposed to denounce the treaty."

It is known that the Ministers, and most of all the Duke of Loulé, were alarmed by the attitude of the King who could not suppress his indignation. It was then that one of the Ministers, possibly that of the Navy and Overseas, had said that this denunciation was like an invitation to England to take possession of our colonies, to which Dom Pedro V retorted:

- It is possible ... mainly Mozambique, which is your golden dream! ... Later, or sooner, it will take us the best piece! ...

It seems that the intelligent Monarch had foreseen the unfortunate events of January 1890 ... At least his fine and determined spirit saw the danger. He was not mistaken; the future proved him right ...

It was soon known in England of the young King's indignant revolt, full of reason. And then, distressed, said these memorable words:

«- If Portugal was properly prepared, it would know how to respond to France, what it was like to send its Minister out of Lisbon and call ours in Paris! Still I will not lack!

«The King, in the same Council, in the impossibility of cutting off diplomatic relations with France, proposed that he be ordered to direct the legation in Paris, a simple secretary, to hinder French imports by all means, carrying heavily on customs duties. ..

«- There was yet another way that much of your satisfaction would be, but it was manifestly impossible, as it would be to replace the legation with a consulate general! This was not where the war would come! »

Another alarm among the Ministers, and that was when Dom Pedro V 

had said:

«- But rest, ministers! Whoever makes them pays them! It is just a matter of knowing how to wait! ... France humiliated a small nation ... It will be its turn to be humiliated and well humiliated! Immanent Justice is not an empty word! Hopefully!

"I prophesy the crushing of France, which I will not see!"

What a prophecy! ...

Queen Dona Estefânia 

was very angry at France. It was natural ... The hatred between the two nations is one that will never disarm! In the letters addressed to her mother, she clearly expressed her indignation. Later, when the war between France and Austria was declared, as this was still part of the German Confederation, the Queen's votes were for France's defeat

Thirteen years later, France was crushed by Prussia ... 

Dom Pedro V 

did not see the punishment ... 

However, someone went to the Pantheon of São Vicente de Fora, 

and said loudly so that everyone could hear, at the same time that tears flowed to him from the eyes;

-Sir! The case of the barge Charles-et-Georges is well avenged! ...

With reverence, he placed a bunch of flowers on the Monarch's coffin, with the ribbon of national colors, where there was this legend:

- Tribute to an officer of the Portuguese Army who watched with indignation the insult of 1858, from the barge «Charles-et-Georges»! ... Portugal is avenged! ...

The Government learned of the case, ordered to remove the tape and leave the branch on the coffin of the unfortunate Monarch. It was just a diplomatic courtesy ...

In Portugal, apart from sentimental ones, the affliction of France did not move many people ... The affront had been unfair. Portugal had honorably complied with the treaty signed by the nations, in which all pledged to suppress the miserable traffic of the poor black people! ...

#king pedro v of portugal #charles-et-georges #portugal #france

[kynaswhereabouts]

Time travelling back to 19th Century Philippines at Las Casas Filipinas de Acuzar

“May mga bagay na maiiwan natin sa nakaraan pero hindi ibig sabihin na mababaon ang lahat sa limot”. – I Love You Since 1892

The Province of Baatan is one the most historical places in our country. Aside from being known for the significant historical events like the Death March and Battle of Bataan during World War II, Bataan has also transformed itself as a heritage and cultural hub because of Las Casas Filipinas de Acuzar which is a heritage resort located in Bagac, Bataan.  

For someone who loves history and architecture, this is a dream come true. I learned about this place from one of my professors in college. I was encouraged when we discussed it in class. I have dreamt of coming here since then. I can’t believe that the “someday” I promised myself finally came.  Each heritage houses here were restored and preserved with pieces from its original structure that has kept its secrets alive through time. It is very surreal. Time travelling to 19th Century Philippines was made possible here because of the heritage conservation efforts of Mr. Jose “Gerry” Acuzar by rebuilding the Spanish Colonial Era Heritage Houses and turning it more than just a resort or tourism destination but also a place for learning history and appreciating our rich Filipino culture and heritage.

This place has also been a filming site of Heneral Luna, Goyo and Quezon’s Game which is why every corner reminded me of it. It was like walking into the film itself and being part of it. If there is a chance that they will be making the film adaptation of the Historical Fiction, I Love You Since 1892, I can imagine it happening here. This is a perfect setting.

We availed the walking heritage tour inclusive of access inside some of the heritage houses, tour guide, welcome drinks, cold towels and free raincoats if it is raining. I will be sharing some of the highlighted structures and heritage houses at the resort as well as some of the things I learned there.

CASA BINAN

Looks familiar? If you watched Heneral Luna, you will remember that this is the courtyard where Gen. Antonio Luna was betrayed and brutally killed in the film. Casa Binan is a replica of the house where Dona Teodora Alonzo, mother of Jose Rizal grew up and lived. You can also feel that a lot of tragic events happened here. After some time, it came to be known as Alberto Mansion. Its house materials and relics were transferred here to recreate the historic house in Laguna.

Each houses once have a small fenced space near the window where they can dry their plates after washing them. Also, they have ventanillas below, a window for more ventilation since electricity, electric fan and aircondition weren’t invented yet by then.

CASA MEXICO

Casa Mexico is a bahay na bato in Mexico, Pampanga. I don’t know why for some reasons, I was attracted to this house. This is my favorite among the ancestral houses at Las Casas. I love its architectural structure and design. According to the story, this house was totally destroyed. However, they were able to save some of its original materials from the junkshop and reconstructed it using old photographs as their guide for its reconstruction. Because of that, it is considered as the “phoenix rising from the ashes”.

CASA JAEN

Casa Jaen was built in 1901 by Hilarion Santiago. It is called the “White House” because it served as the residence of the first mayor of Jaen. Moreover, it bares the crown-like design called “acroterion” or crown callados which is a status symbol saying that the one who lives in the house is rich and prominent. Despite its grandeur, this house also witnessed a horrifying event. Jose Carlos, also a mayor lived in the house, was attacked. The house was strafted from the outside with the attempt for his assassination because of politics. He eventually surrendered by waving a white cloth. The house still stands with the evidences of the gunshots in the bullet holes that marked the horrifying event.

CASA UNISAN

Casa Unisan was owned by Antonio Maxino from Quezon Province whose entire family was murdered. Only the youngest daughter, Carmen was able to escape and survive with the help of their househelper by hiding her in a bayong for dirty laundry. Casa Unisan currently serves as a restaurant offering different cuisines.

With this story about Carmen and her family, I was reminded of the story of the Romanovs of Russia. The animated film “Anastasia” was inspired by the fall of the Romanov Dynasty. It was believed that only Anastasia Romanov and her grandmother survived with the help of a young boy working in the palace. Although debatable whether Anastasia survived, recent results from the investigation of historians has proven that she too died that night.

PASEO DE ESCOLTA

The Paseo de Escolta is a replica inspired from the old commercial structures of the old business district in Manila famed during the 1900s. Currently, it has souvenir stores on the ground floor while the upper floors served as a hotel for tourists.

CASA BYZANTINA

Casa Byzantina can be originally founds in Binondo, Manila. It is a typical structure of bahay na bato that is built to protect the people from earthquake. Its ground floor is built of stone and bricks while its upper storey are made of various Philippine hard wood. It was lease to tenants after World War II and also became the home to 50 families by 2009. It was later restored and transferred at Las Casas to become a luxurious heritage house accommodating more guests with butler service.

CASA LUNA

Casa Luna was built in 1850. It is named after the Luna Brothers, Antonio and Juan. It has also witnessed several significant points in our history. It became a venue for gatherings and headquarter of the United States America Forces in the Philippines of the group planning to capture Gen. Yamashita.

CASA QUIAPO

Casa Quiapo was also known as Casa Hidalgo. It was built in 1867 designed by first Philippine Architect Felix Arroyo. Before it became the first School of Fine Arts of the University of the Philippines, it is where prominent artists like Juan Luna and Felix Hidalgo used to train. The school also gave birth to brilliant artists like Fernando Amorsolo and Guillermo Tolentino. 

After some time, it was transferred to Padre Fausta St. where the building housed a bowling alley, abortion clinic, dormitory, and live sex shows. Las Casas have the building blessed to ward of the negativity because of its past. Currently, the building housed the exhibit of Bellas Artes Project.

CASA BALIUAG

Casa Baliuag was built in 1898. It is located near Baliuag Church and once served as the municipal hall of Baliuag in 1950s. It has an intricate highly floral motif evident in the wood carvings of the fascade. The lower part of the house became the waiting area for Bulakenos bound for Manila. Because many people stood in front of the houses while waiting for a ride, the owner decided to set up a photo studio and post office business.  

TRAMVIA

Before PNR, LRT and PNR, we have tramvias/ streetcar that is steam operated. This is the mode of transportation in various streets of Manila from the late 1800s- mid 1900s. It said that this was once the envy of Asia.

PLAZA DE CASTRO

I was taken by surprise when I saw it in the map and told my friends to see this plaza. I am not even sure if this the one since I suck at reading maps. But I am including this here. I didn’t know we have a plaza here. I feel so entitled and honor to have plaza named after our family. Hahaha joke!

SANTUARIO DE SAN JOSE

This is a replica of Santuario de San Jose, also known as the Balanga Cathedral.

PLAZA MAYOR DE TOBIAS

Of all the stories, I forgot about the explanation for this. It has three women holding different things. I forgot the symbolism in this statue. 

LOLA BASYANG

A homage for Lola Basyang’s timeless tales. Lola Basyang became an iconic image of a grandmother gathering her grandchildren for a bedtime story. Her stories became part of the rich local culture of storytelling that has fascinated generations of Filipinos. Lola Basyang is the pen name of Severino Reyes, founder and editor of Liwayway Magazine.

JONES BRIDGE  

Jones Bridge is just near Lola Basyang’s statue. The Jones bridge is connected to Hotel de Oriente and the other side of the resort with heritage houses. One fascinating detail in this bridge it is that it has statues below of mythical creatures in our Philippine Folklore like tikbalang, engkanto and shokoy.  

HOTEL DE ORIENTE

Hotel de Oriente was originally built in 1889 in Binondo, Manila near Binondo Church. It was considered the first premiere luxury hotel in the Philippines. Jose Rizal once stayed at the hotel after arriving from Hong Kong the moment he realizes it was already too late to go home to Calamba, Laguna. During that time, the hotel is also one of the establishments that has a telephone aside from the Malacanang Palace. When the hotel got destroyed at war, it was restored at Las Casas and became a convention center that can hold up to 1,000 people. It is also where the APEC Summit 2015 was held. This hotel holds so much history.

CASA LADRILLO

Casa Ladrillo is one of the heritage houses that perfectly captured the European architecture. Also one of my favorites. It serves as one of the resort’s vacation houses. It is said that it got its name from the Spanish term that translate to the word “bricks”.

LAMBINGAN BRIDGE

I am not that sure about this one. This is said to be the “lambingan bridge”. When I searched for this, this is what it was called. At the center is like an open well made of steel grills and a romantic place where you can make a wish of the love your hear desires.  

ESTERO DE BINONDO

This is the Estero de Binondo. If you will be availing the package for river cruise in a gondola, you’ll be passing by here. It feels like Venice.  

You’ll get to see the beautiful architecture highlighting the verandas. We often get confused with veranda and azotea/ terrace. The azotea is the balcony that can be usually found infront of the house. While verandas can be found at the back of the house.

LA PUESTA DEL SOL

Another one that looks familiar? In Quezon’s Game, this street was part of several scenes in the film. This is one of the most notable. In fact, most of the scenes were filmed here at Las Casas. I just really can’t help not to fangirl every time I pass by the structures that would remind me of it. Every corner became part of the historic film.  

FRONT BEACH

During summer and when the weather is good, there are inflatables at beach front. Unfortunately, the weather is not that good when we got there. There was a low pressure area so no inflatables. But during summer, it is one of the fun activities here at the resort.

I took photo of this arch instead. Arch of the Centuries? Will it bring me back to 1892? I am having I Love You Since 1892 feels again. This is what happens when you read the book before going to Las Casas. Hahaha

A MILLENNIAL WITH AN OLD SOUL

I grew up fascinated with history and architecture. In fact, it is what really urged me to travel to Las Casas. It became part of my bucket list. I was also encouraged by the historical biopic films like Heneral Luna, Goyo and Quezon’s Game. Just recently, I just read the Historical Fiction, “I Love You Since 1892”. I cannot help but remember scenes from the book and imagine it happening here. I feel like I am Carmela Isabella from the 21st Century who accidentally time traveled to 1892 to rewrite the story of Carmelita Montecarlos and Juanito Alfonso.  

NOSTALGIC

“Nostalgic. I think that is the best word to describe my experience and how I feel after visiting Las Casas Filipinas de Acuzar. It gives you this longing feeling for the memory you have there. Las Casas is more than a tourism destination or a resort. It is a place for looking back to the grandeur of architecture in 19th Century Philippines. The conservation efforts for each heritage houses has kept its stories and secrets alive after all this time. May we all learn from history and celebrate our rich Filipino culture evident in these structures. For someone who loves history and architecture, this place is a dream come true. I want to go back again someday for new learnings, experiences and memories to long for again. This wraps my Las Casas Story.” –via Instagram @kyna_dc

#mylascasasstory #lascasasfilipinasdeacuzar #wanderlascasas #heritage #history #culture #filipino #architecture #travel #tourism #bataan #philippines #itsmorefuninthephilippines #iloveyousince1892

[gencottraux]

I can’t believe it’s been something like 8 months since I’ve posted anything. Lots has been going on, but I’ve been more about making things with my hands than writing about life’s adventures. I am back in a writing mode for a while now, as I started the daily battle called NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) for November.

So far I am over 10,000 words in to my first draft of the long-threatened “Little Shit” memoir (fictionalized memoir? autobiographical fiction?) that now has the working title Crazy Cat Girl, probably an easier sell than Little Shit.

Crazy Cat Girl (me), 1972

Will I ever finish the book? Do I ever finish anything? All of my impossible dreams, me as Dona (Doña?) Quixote, fighting those windmills.

Did you know that there was a female Don Quixote? In 1752, Charlotte Lennox published The Female Quixote; or, The Adventures of Arabella. Wow people with that the next time you need dinner party conversation.

Scottish author Charlotte Lennox (1730-1804)

2019 has been my year of being Arabella. I started French lessons at the local adult school. Gave up when it got too hard (aka, I didn’t have time to study). Windmills 1, Arabella 0.

We foster failed again. Gorgeous, shy, sweet polydactyl Butterscotch came to us to recover from a head injury earlier in the year, and has been granted permanent resident status. He and the now grown-up Pugcat are quite the best friends. I don’t know who gets the win; I think Arabella in this case.

Butterscotch, aka Bubbers, aka Bigfoot

  I might have gotten over my fear of it hurting and entered the world of tattoos. Pugcat now lives in portrait form on my left arm. (I have yet to get good images of the actual tattoo, mainly because I think my arm looks fat in all of the photos.)

  If there was ever a tattoo worthy cat, it’s Pugcat.

  We didn’t get a summer vacation this year, but I did get to the Thomas Wolfe Society meeting, in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.

  Gettysburg, a lovely place, was quite the eye-opening experience. As a result, we ended up watching the PBS/Ken Burns documentary The Civil War. I learned so much about this country that I didn’t know. It was very moving, heart-wrenching in all honesty.

    I also was honored to be selected to attend the Animals and Society Institute’s summer program at the University of Illinois (Urbana-Champaign) Center for Advanced Study. Over 20 animal studies doctoral students and recent PhDs spent a week with incredible mentors, workshopping our projects and making new friends. Including some animal ones, like the goats we visited, or the tarantula who visited us. My first visit to the mid-West, where it was hot and humid and I relearned the joy of lying in the grass under a shady tree.

    The down side was living in the dormitories. Let’s just say, I’m too old and private for dormitory life.

Here is where Arabella comes in. I was so inspired by my week of studies that I rewrote my dissertation proposal, which is essentially the first 3 chapters of the dissertation. I had been through several drafts, none of which got through my committee. I was very excited about the new version, and my committee chair seemed to be, too. But I got shot down again. Pesky windmills, forever winning the battles. After a cooling down period (I do get angry sometimes),  I dropped out of school. Well, I withdrew from Saybrook with the intention of finding  spot at another university to finish my dissertation. I have high hopes for a place at Antioch University next year. So Arabella is still in the fight on this one. Charlotte Lennox did give her two volumes, after all.

  But what’s really thrown me for a loop this year was the loss of a beloved litter of foster kittens. Mother cat Leah and her babies came to us when the babies were only 2 days old.

  The kittens all had names starting with L (Liam, Linus, Lily, I forget). We renamed them. I couldn’t keep the L names straight. We named them after writers: Jules (Verne), Toni (Morrison), Willa (Cather), and Ernest (Hemingway).

    Leah was a wonderful mother. The babies grew strong and healthy, keeping us entertained with their antics and enthralled with their daily changes.

  They seemed well on their way to wonderful lives. And then a giant, evil windmill called panleukopenia virus stepped in and devasted us when the kittens were about 7 weeks old. Kittens are fragile, and their mortality rate is higher than you might think. Our hearts were broken when the decision was made to humanely euthanize the suffering babies. On a brighter note, mother Leah is fine and has been adopted.

  Clockwise from upper left: Jules, Toni, Willa, Ernest. Rest in peace, little ones.

  We grieve. I am just at the point of writing about it, partly because as I do my daily writing for NaNoWriMo, I realize there is so much I am still working through from my life, including grieving for what seemed like the loss of childhood and for my mother, who has been gone for 10 years now.

I had been throwing myself into art projects. One of my favorite places on earth these days is Etui, at 2518 San Pablo Avenue in Berkeley. I would take every single class offered there if I could, and sleep in the shop in between! Plus owners/teachers Alice Armstrong and Bethany Carlson Mann, are 2 of my favorite people!

I started a tunnel book project in memory of the 4 kittens. While it can get me emotional, that’s not a bad thing, and I am in a group of incredibly supportive and loving people in the Books, Boxes, and More class. I haven’t completely finished the book, and it’s hard to photograph, but the making of it has been surprisingly healing.

    Some other fun art projects I’ve started and actually finished this year include my first attempt at basketry, wax flower crowns, and crepe paper fruits and flowers (quince fruit box pictured below). I find making things with my hands, whether it’s art, crafts, food, whatever, very therapeutic. Expensive hobbies, but maybe cheaper than therapy? Maybe…

  But I am not letting the panleukopenia derail our fostering more than necessary. For a while, we can only foster adult cats with vaccinations and healthy immune systems (in case any of the evil panleuk virus lurks in unseen places in the house). Meet Daisy, our 8-year old house guest who needed a break from shelter life!

  Foster-cat-in-residence Daisy.

  Is there a lesson in all of this? Keep your head up. Keep following your dreams. And if I’ve left you with the Robert Goulet version of the Man of La Mancha song Impossible Dream, which I mainly remember from the Jerry Lewis yearly muscular dystrophy telethons, my sincerest apologies.

  Believe me, there are endless versions of this song available. But if I am going to make this up to you all, I need to leave you with a truly good one. I love Tom Jones, I used to wish Andy Williams was my dad, Brian Stokes Mitchell won a Tony for his performance, you can never beat Frank Sinatra, I love the idea of a Liberace version, but it’s really hard to find a version that isn’t cheesy, overly dramatic, or just plain icky. I am partial to this rendition by the late Glen Campbell, who I’ve developed a new appreciation for in the last few years.

  “The Impossible Dream (The Quest)” (Mitch Leigh, Joe Darion)

To dream the impossible dream, To fight the unbeatable foe, To bear with unbearable sorrow, To run where the brave dare not go.

To right the unrightable wrong, To love pure and chaste from afar, To try when your arms are too weary, To reach the unreachable star.

This is my quest, To follow that star No matter how hopeless, No matter how far.

To fight for the right Without question or pause, To be willing to march Into hell for a heavenly cause.

And I know if I’ll only be true To this glorious quest That my heart will be peaceful and calm When I’m laid to my rest.

And the world will be better for this, That one man scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage. To fight the unbeatable foe. To reach the unreachable star.

Get out there, battle those windmills, make the world a better place!

Peace and hugs.

Fighting Windmills I can't believe it's been something like 8 months since I've posted anything. Lots has been going on, but I've been more about making things with my hands than writing about life's adventures.

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headcanons for servant who had a romantic relationship with izuru

heres ur headcanons @shslgaykoma ! i hope u like them, and if u want me to make any changes just let me know! - mod kiibo - despite having fallen into despair, servant still tried to claim that they were waiting for the seeds of hope to shine through and for despair to burn away. they didnt want to admit that they had become an advocate of despair themself, but it was also something that they really werent able to deny without lying, which was a shame - when servant met izuru, they were sure that there was nothing they would actually like about him. after all, he was someone who was expected to do great things, but he fell into despair just like so many other talentless people. they never expected izuru to become someone they would enter a romantic relationship with, even if he had charm - of course, servant couldnt deny that there were aspects about izuru that interested them; the fact that he was supposed to be shsl hope but fell into despair was something that they could relate to, and the myriad of talents izuru had was also something that servant could admire. even if they didnt want to, they ended up falling for izuru - eventually, servant confessed their feelings for izuru, almost completely sure that they would just get rejected and called boring, which they wouldve been fine hearing. after all, izuru had more talent than servant could ever dream of. it was a complete shock when servant heard izuru say that he would be completely fine going out with them - izuru and servant dont really go out on dates for a number of reasons, some of which include the fact that izuru finds dates to be boring, servant has to take care the woh most of the time, and the fact that theyre both kept pretty busy with despair spreading across the world. the two of them still liked to spend time together occasionally, though - every once in a while, servant will ask izuru to spend time with them while they donas theyre told from by the woh, and izuru usually agrees to go just because he doesnt have much better to do. because of this, izuru has seen some of the strange things the woh ask servant to do, though he scoffs a bit watching servant struggle to make milkshakes - servant doesnt really understand why izuru would agree to go out with them, since he seems to find most things to be pretty boring. when they ask, though, izuru just casually says that servant is more interesting than a good chunk of the people hes met before, and servant cant help but feel incredibly honored by izurus words - even though servant doesnt agree with izurus assumption that living in despair will give him some excitement, they come to really admire quite a few things about izuru, and they have no problem telling this to him. izuru will thank servant for their admiration, but also has to remind them that theyre dating and that hes not an idol - even though the world wasnt in good shape, servant still had to deal with issues due to their gender identity. they would occasionally tell these issues to izuru, who would just nod in agreement and do whatever he could to give servant some good advice, which servant was always glad to hear and would always try to follow as much as possible - servant definitely doesnt enjoy everything about izuru, but they want to help izurus best traits shine through and help create a world servant knows would be the best for everyone. they know that izuru shouldnt spend his time listening to someone like them, but the fact that izuru chooses to spend his time near servant definitely seems to be a plus

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Will talk about it later a little bit longer but.. I really love episode 35 of Word of Honor. Everything was so perfect and it broke my heart.

#Word of Honor #Dona watches word of Honor #Have to go an watch F1 and suffer xD

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Revisiting Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon’s Informaciones

Copyright 2016, All Rights Reserved, National And International

John J. Browne y Ayes, Author.

“Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me.

Be still they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of thousands.”

Linda Hogan. Native American Writer.

I’ve decided to go back to the document, “Informaciones: Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon” AGI/Mexico, 203, N.19 because I have been seeing the same old data concerning the undocumented consort of Juan Ponce de Leon being listed again online. History, especially erroneous theory concerning Juan Ponce de Leon is still being disseminated to our children by stalwart essayists and historians. I guess old things are very hard to let go of by some people. People have been using Fuson’s erroneous work in their essays. Fuson writes that “Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon was Juan Ponce de Leon’s cousin.” Then other authors, Robert Greenberger, followed suit copying the error and publishing it in their books. These authors also cited Leonor as being the “consort” of Juan Ponce de Leon.

In any case, Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon’s Informaciones is a document that was discovered in the archives years ago by me and Richard Troche when I had been researching and collecting data for my book. I couldn’t include a lot of information derived from that document because my publisher had set a limitation on how many pages my book could have. Five hundred and sixty-eight pages were all my publisher’s printer could handle at the time so I had to drastically edit Informaciones down to who were the parents of Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon.

After a lot of thought on the matter, I’ve decided to release and share more data that seems to have been ignored by people who have written about it, especially those parts of the document that confirm many times over who the legitimate wife and father were of Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon and his siblings. You don’t have to be a DNA expert to prove a specific point, just a good paleographer. And, by the way, the undocumented Leonor, “the daughter of an innkeeper” is not in my family tree. Dona Beatriz de Luna is the legitimate wife and mother of all of Juan Ponce de Leon’s children. I am not going to pull back here or be kind because if you insist on keeping undocumented Leonor in your family tree, you forfeit your claim of being a documented descendant of Juan Ponce de Leon, el Viejo.

Archivo General de Indias.

ES.41091.AGI/1.16403.13.203//Mexico,203,N.19

Informaciones:

Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon

Dated 1532

On page number 0000SWYF Yten y Saben que Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon es hijo legitimo de Don Juan Ponce de Leon y de Dona Beatriz de Luna.

Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon’s document begins in the abad of Tenochititlan, Mexico. The document is dated 1532. Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon gives testimony on his “probanzas.” He talks extensively about his “hechos” in la Isla de Espanola de Santo Domingo and Isla de San Juan de Borinquen as well as his adventures in Mexico during the conquest.

He was twenty-seven years of age when he left the kingdom of Castilla and arrived at la Isla Espanola de Santo Domingo during the year of 1505. After his father’s work was done there, they left for Isla de San Juan. History records that the cleric de Ovando sent a letter to the king full of praise for Juan Ponce’s work. The king was impressed and sent a cedula that set Ponce’s work to begin in Isla de San Juan de Borinquen.

The Armada left Isla Espanola to populate the island of San Juan. The captain of the armada was Captain Juan Ponce de Leon el Viejo. In the document, Juan Gonzalez described the large bay that was discovered by him. That bay was large enough to accommodate the entrance of the armada therein and to facilitate landfall of the soldiers.

That bay today sits below San Juan proper.

Juan Gonzalez translated for his father whenever they had any interactions with Indians. Juan Gonzalez never explained in the document how he had become fluent in the language of the Taino. One can theorize that he had studied the language from one of the Taino Indians that Columbus had brought to Spain to show off to the king.

What his compatriots didn’t know was that he was also employed by the king to be his eyes and ears in the Caribbean and Mexico. He was a spy sending back detailed reports and information about the going on within the body politic of those places. One can assume that Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon also sent reports pertaining to the maltreatment and abuse of the Taino at the hands of Spanish settlers. The king probably knew of this well before the cleric de las Casas began sending off his lengthy complaints to the king.

Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon goes on to talk about how Agueybana began the war of revolt in Isla de San Juan. He relates that a lot of good Christians were killed during that revolt including Cristobal de Sotomayor. He went on talking how he and his father went off to protect the settlers of San German, the place his father had founded during 1510. Juan Ponce de Leon set up a foundry there to process gold. They had a brief but fierce battle with the Indians who retreated into the mountains that surrounded San German. In one of those battles, Juan Gonzalez was wounded.

Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon related that he went off with his father on the journey of exploration and discovery of Pascua Florida. He jumped forward to remind his inquisitors how his father was murdered along with many of the good Christians during the task of setting up a settlement.

On page 0000SWYC

Before 1521 Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon left Isla de Fernandina-Cuba, in the armada of Panfilo de Narvaez.

On page 0000SWYD Juan Gonzalez spoke about the battle of la Noche Triste. He was a Captain of cavalrymen and almost got killed in that battle fighting against Aztec warriors. Despite losing a lot of his comrades in that battle he saved many of his companions during the retreat.

Juan Gonzalez relates how he was the first to scale a stone runway after crossing enemy lines. He engaged enemy warriors in a fierce battle single-handedly and was wounded many times before retreating from that battle. He later served in Tlaxcala exploring and fighting with Aztec warriors in those mountains.

Let’s stop here for a moment while we are on the subject of the conquest of Mexico. Historians like to gloss over important facts when it comes to the conquest of New Spain.

When the Spanish arrived in Mexico they encountered Aztec priests tearing the hearts out from live victims atop temples in Tenochtitlan dedicated to their gods. After the victims were bereft of their hearts their heads were cut off and their bodies were thrown down the temple’s steps. One can imagine the terror, anguish, and fear in the hearts of the other victims waiting their turn, while they waited their captors worked trying to convince them that it was a great honor to die this way. In the eyes of the Christian conquistadors, these acts of appeasing false gods must have been repulsive and loathsome. The Spanish might have

thought that the Mexican people had to be saved from demons that must have taken possession of the powerful priesthood. The rulers in their turn must have been deemed to also have been possessed because they allowed the meaningless slaughter of innocent people to continue instead of protecting them. Historians can only see the wholesale slaughter of a generation of the emperor, his nobles, and soldiers-warriors who went out to capture victims for those sacrificial rites.

Historians tend to forget or ignore the fact that these Spanish explorers were commanded by their king and pope to spread the word of Christianity wherever they went by contract. It was the Spanish Christian duty to punish and eliminate by whatever means those who were deemed possessed by the evil who demanded blood and hearts of innocent people. Thus historians have painted the conquistador not as saviors but as butchers and murderers when in fact they were releasing a nation of people from what they saw as devil worship.

The gold that was taken from the Aztecs is no different from our own action of closing down banking accounts and real interests of people who support terrorism today. It was a way to stifle the Aztec nobility from calling up and paying more warriors to continue to fight against the Spanish.

That gold and silver that was taken served a higher purpose to support ongoing discovery and exploration and to spread the word of Christianity in the New World. It also served to support the Christian king back home who was at war on three fronts against the English, French, and Dutch as well as pirates who had been contracted to harass the Spanish by the aforementioned countries. Yes, gold was needed by Spain to arm and outfit infantry, to build and arm ships for Spain’s armadas and to protect her new colonies from invasion as well as her borders and ports.

When the Spanish moved farther south they encountered what was left of the Maya civilization. The Spanish discovered that the Maya were also performing ritual human sacrifice. Again, the Spanish dealt with the heretic emperor, priests, nobles and soldiers in the same way they did in Mexico.

When the Pizarro and his troops entered Peru they must have already known that Peruvian priests were taking children up to the summit of mountains to garrote them painfully and slowly on behalf of their gods. On November 16, 1532, Francisco Pizarro, set a trap on emperor Atahualpa and his retinue at Cajamarca. With fewer than 200 men against several thousand, Pizarro lured Atahualpa to a feast that was supposed to honor the Incan emperor.

When the Inca ruler arrived at Cajamarca, he was met by the cleric, Vicente de Valverde, Valverde attempted to convert Atahualpa to Christianity and urged him to accept the Spanish monarch, Charles V, as his sovereign. This outraged and angered Atahualpa, who refused the friar’s demands. At the cleric Valverde’s signal, Pizarro’s men opened fire on the Incas.

Spanish spies brought news that one of Atahualpa’s generals was planning to attack the Spanish with a large force of warriors. Atahualpa was sentenced on charges of stirring up rebellion, The emperor was sentenced to death to burn at the stake in 1533, this sentence was befitting a heretic who had refused to convert to Christianity. Atahualpa became frightened and horrified because the Inca believed that the soul would not be able to cross into the afterlife if the body were burned. In an attempt to avoid the stake, Atahualpa offered to fill a large room once with gold and twice with silver within two months. However, his offer was refused by the Spanish. Atahualpa converted to Roman Catholicism before his death, in order to avoid being burnt at the stake. He was baptized and given the name Francisco Atahualpa. In a manner conforming with his request, he was strangled by way of garrote on 26 July 1533. He was given a Christian burial.

Christianity has always been at odds with paganism. Before history was recorded in Europe there were Druids. The bogs in England are probably still full of the bodies of people. Christianity finally came to those lands. The Druids were put to the sword and human sacrifice ceased.

In France pagans were given a choice, convert or lose your head on the block. Thousands who made the wrong choice lost their heads.

I want you to remember this because the old authors of the history of the conquest of the New World were the sworn enemies of Spain. They worked very hard putting the Spanish who explored our continent as well as South America to place them in an unfavorable light. These erroneous lessons have been taught to us in my day and are still being taught to our children today.

Now to continue with more Informaciones: Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon.

On page 0000SWYF

ytem y Saben, Item and know that Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon is the legitimate son of the legitimate marriage of Don Juan Ponce de Leon and of Dona Beatriz de Luna. They were his legitimate parents who were born of a noble family.

On page 0000SWYH

Again it is written that Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon is the legitimate son of Don Juan Ponce de Leon and Dona Beatriz de Luna.

On the same page: 0000SWYZF

Juan Gonzalez stated that he was born and raised in his families home in Castilla, Seville. And in Isla Espanola and San Juan, he resided for a time with his parents and family. His father built a villa in Isla Espanola de Santo Domingo and Isla San Juan for his wife and family.

Going back to the above statement, it makes me ask why did Juan Ponce de Leon, el Viejo risk exposing his family to the dangers inherent in the potential of an Indian attack and slaughter of his family. If Juan Ponce fortified the villas he surely would have also staffed them with his bravest and skilled soldiers to stand guard and protect his family from danger. Could bringing his wife and family to the Caribbean serve another purpose? Perhaps he wanted to set an example to other settlers to do the same for the sole purpose of getting adventurous people to come to those islands to populate them. After all, it was part of his contract with his king to populate and build Isla de San Juan de Borinquen at his own expense. Amongst these settlers would be craftsmen who would also build and fortify the island. One must not forget the farmers who would work tirelessly to feed the new population. Furthermore, if Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon was living only with his mother and father the document would have stated it in that way. The document specifically implies other family members, brothers, and sisters.

On page 0000SWYA The name of Agueybana appears in regard to the slaughter of good Christians. The war of revolt begins. On the same page, San German is mentioned as well as Cristobal de Sotomayor who was killed as well as settlers in the villa of Tavora by the Indians. After a short battle with the Taino, the warriors retreated into the mountains that surrounded San German.

On page 0000SWYH

A man, first name illegible, Lopez gave witness testimony that Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon served and lived in the Villa on Isla Espanola and on Isla de San Juan de Borinquen with his family. Lopez confirmed that Juan Gonzalez was the legitimate son of Juan Ponce de Leon and Dona Beatriz de Luna.

It is important to note the word familia in the document. The word family was used to indicate mother, father, brothers, and sisters. Not once in the whole of seventy-two pages of Informaciones has the woman’s name Leonor been cited as being the mother of Maria, Juana, and Luis Ponce de Leon. It is without a doubt that I can write here that Dona Beatriz de Luna was the mother of all the children of Adelantado Juan Ponce de Leon.

On page 0000SWZE, the bottom of page, it has been written again that Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon is the legitimate son of Don Juan Ponce de Leon and Dona Beatriz de Luna.

On page 0000SWZG Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon is the legitimate son of Don Juan Ponce de Leon and Dona Beatriz de Luna, the parents in a legitimate marriage.

On the final remaining pages the name of Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon’s wife is finally mentioned, Dona Francisca de Ordaz.

Again, I have finally shared a lot of the content of the document, Informaciones to finally put to rest undocumented Leonor, “the daughter of an innkeeper.”

Let this be a firm lesson on how old theories raise erroneous ruminations and needless controversy.

I can not understand or speculate why historians chose to ignore Juan Gonzalez Ponce de Leon’s parents for decades. But I can tell you this today, I have not.

I thank God for gifting me the talent of paleography.

July 5, 2019

John J. Browne y Ayes, author of Juan Ponce de Leon His New And Revised Genealogy, genealogist, historian, visual artist.

Sources:

Atahualpa, Martin Garcia Merou. 1886, Imprenta, M. Biedma

Pizarro, Joseph M. Sinclair, 1929, The Conquest of Peru as Recorded by a Member of the Pizarro Expedition

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https://www.history.com/news/aztec-human-sacrifice-religion

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This was one of the significant earmarks of his life. – Hermann Hesse • Further global progress is now possible only through a quest for universal consensus in the movement towards a new world order. – Mikhail Gorbachev • God hates the LUKEWARM GOSPEL OF HALF-TRUTHS that is now spreading over the Globe. This gospel says, ‘Just believe in Jesus and you’ll be Saved. There’s nothing more to it.’ It ignores the Whole Counsel of God, which speaks of Repenting from former Sins, of Taking up your Cross, of being conformed to the Image of Christ by the refining work of the Holy Spirit. It is totally silent about the Reality of Hell and an After-Death Judgment. – David Wilkerson • God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, ‘I love you.’ – Billy Graham • Gods, I wish the world was full of passive women.He thougt for a moment longer, then scowled. On second thoughts, what a nightmare that’d be. It’s the job of a man to fan the spark into flames, not quench it. – Steven Erikson • Good evening, Lord Corwin,’ said the lean, cadaverous figure who rested against a storage rack, smoking his pipe, grinning around it. Good evening, Roger. How are things in the nether world?’ A rat, a bat, a spider. Nothing much else astir. Peaceful.’ You enjoy this duty?’ He nodded. I am writing a philosophical romance shot through with elements of horror and morbidity. I work on those parts down here. – Roger Zelazny • Half the world cries Half the world laughs Half the world tries To be the other half – Neil Peart • Half the world does not know how the other half lives. – Francois Rabelais • Hatred is like a long, dark shadow. Not even the person it falls upon knows where it comes from, in most cases. It is like a two-edged sword. When you cut the other person, you cut yourself. The more violently you hack at the other person, the more violently you hack at yourself. It can often be fatal. But it is not easy to dispose of. Please be careful, Mr.Okada. It is very dangerous. Once it has taken root in your heart, hatred is the most difficult think in the world to shake off. – Haruki Murakami • He continues to teach because it provides him with a livelihood; also because it teaches him humility, brings it home to him who he is in the world. The irony does not escape him: that the one who comes to teach learns the keenest of lessons, while those who come to learn learn nothing. – J. M. Coetzee • He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he took small comfort from it. – Cormac McCarthy • He who imagines he can do without the world deceives himself much; but he who fancies the world cannot do without him is still more mistaken. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld • He will know from and early age that failure is not disgrace. It’s just a pitch that you missed, and you’d better get ready for the next one. The next one might be the shot heard round the world. My son and I are Americans, we prepare for glory by failing until we don’t. – Craig Ferguson • Heaven is important, but its not the end of the world. – N. T. Wright • Hey, what is it with you? Why are you so spaced out? You still haven’t answered me.” I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world,” I said after giving it some thought. “I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.” Midori rested an elbow on the bar and looked at me. “There was something like that in a Jim Morrison song, I’m pretty sure.” People are strange when you’re a stranger. – Haruki Murakami • How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world? – John Green • I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. – Walt Whitman • I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of girls everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon—they were coming home from high school—but I had no time for thoughts like that…So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines. – Jack Kerouac • I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt. – Richard Linklater • I believe that the first step in the setting of a real external world is the formation of the concept of bodily objects and of bodily objects of various kinds. – Albert Einstein • I brought you in this world, and I can take you out! – Bill Cosby • I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped. – Frederick Salomon Perls • I had come to discover that “safe” was an illusion, a pretense that adults wrapped around their children- and sometimes themselves- to make the world seem comfortable. I had discovered that under that thin cover of let’s-pretend, monsters and nightmares lay, and that not all of them came from places like the moonroads or the nightling cities. Some of the monsters were people we knew. People we thought we could trust. – Holly Lisle • I hope someday you will join us and the world will live as one. – John Lennon • I knew that danger lay ahead, of course; but I did not expect to meet it in our own Shire. Can’t a hobbit walk from the Water to the River in peace?” “But it is not your own Shire,” said Gildor. “Others dwelt here before hobbits were; and others will dwell here again when hobbits are no more. The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out. – J. R. R. Tolkien • I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. – Albert Einstein • I know the outer world as well as you do, and I judge it. You know nothing of my inner world, and yet you presume to judge that world. – Aldous Huxley • I once started out to walk around the world but ended up in Brooklyn, that Bridge was too much for me. – Lawrence Ferlinghetti • I realized up there that our planet is not infinite. It’s fragile. That may not be obvious to a lot of folks, and it’s tough that people are fighting each other here on Earth instead of trying to get together and live on this planet. We look pretty vulnerable in the darkness of space. – Alan Shepard • I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It’s small and it’s fragile and it’s the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. • I spent centuries I your arms. This time our joining will be controlled by me, and you will revel in the pleasure I can bring you. Throw off the shackles of your distant goddess and come to me. Be my love, truly, in body as well as soul and I will give you the world! – P. C. Cast • I stopped wanting to float away from my life, because in the end my life was all I had. I’d walk the Fairmont campus and look up to the sky and I wouldn’t see myself drifting off like some lost balloon. Instead I saw the size of the world and found comfort in its hugeness. I’d think back to those times when I felt like everything was closing in on me, those times when I thought I was stuck, and I realized that I was wrong. There is always hope. The world is vast and meant for wandering. There is always somewhere else to go. – Nick Burd • I think the way I feel when I look at Evan comes from her. In pictures taken the day she married my dad, she was reckless, laughing, spinning around in circles. She looked like her whole world was him. She looked a kind of happy I can’t even imagine. I don’t want that. I don’t want to be like that. I don’ want to feel the way she did because I know what happens when you do. You love with your whole heart, with everything, and you wake up one morning and kiss someone good-bye the way you always do except you mean it as good-bye forever. – Elizabeth Scott • I trembled to think of a world without stars. No guide for the sailor to trust at see, no jewels to dazzle our sense of beauty […] But all around the globe, the air is so dirty and the lights from the cities are so bright that for some people few stars can be seen anymore. A generation of children may grow up seeing a blank sky and asking, “Did there used to be stars there? – Michael Jackson • I would like to have your sureness. I am waiting for love, the core of a woman’s life.” Don’t wait for it,” I said. “Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me. – Anais Nin • I would support a Presidential candidate who pledged to take the following steps: … At the end of the war in the Persian Gulf, press for a comprehensive Middle East settlement and for a ‘new world order’ based not on Pax Americana but on peace through law with a stronger U.N. and World Court. – George McGovern • I’d kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn’t act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong. – Lilith Saintcrow • If all the world must see the world As the world the world hath seen, Then it were better for the world That the world have never been. – Charles Godfrey Leland • If anyone on the verge of action should judge himself according to the outcome, he would never begin. Even though the result may gladden the whole world, that cannot help the hero; for he knows the result only when the whole thing is over, and that is not how he became a hero, but by virtue of the fact that he began. – Soren Kierkegaard • If he were allowed contact with foreigners he would discover that they are creatures similar to himself and that most of what he has been told about them is lies. The sealed world in which he lives would be broken, and the fear, hatred and self-righteousness on which his morale depends might evaporate. – George Orwell • If the evolutionary mechanism of natural selection depends on death, destruction, and violence of the strong against the weak, then these things are perfectly natural. On what basis, then, does the atheist judge the natural world to be horribly wrong, unfair, and unjust? – Timothy Keller • If the history-deniers who doubt the fact of evolution are ignorant of biology, those who think the world began less than ten thousand years ago are worst than ignorant, they are the deluded to the point of perversity. – Richard Dawkins • If there is one beast in all the loathsome fauna of civilization I hate and despise it is a man of the world. – Henry Arthur Jones • If there is righteousness in the heart, there will be beauty in the character. If there is beauty in the character, there will be harmony in the home. If there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nations. When there is order in the nations, there will peace in the world. – Sathya Sai Baba • If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can’t see how beautiful it really is. – Betty Smith • If you can’t change the world with chocolate chip cookies, how can you change the world? – Pat Murphy • If you think the United States has stood still, who built the largest shopping center in the world? – Richard M. Nixon • I’m still living it now, every day, living it out in my mind – following the ups and downs, walking the pathways, reliving the moments of our Moonlight World… It’s a day that never dies. – Kevin Brooks • In a perfect world everything would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn’t a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is. – Neal Shusterman • In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe. – Michael Jackson • In a world in which there is so much to interest, so much to enjoy, and so much also to correct and improve, everyone who has this moderate amount of moral and intellectual requisites is capable of an existence which may be called enviable; and unless such a person, through bad laws, or subjection to the will of others, is denied the liberty to use the sources of happiness within his reach, he will not fail to find the enviable existence – John Stuart Mill • In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and he realized it now, understood it at long last. And understanding it seemed to give him a sort of quiet peace, a sense of having spread all the cards on his mental table, examined them, and settled conclusively on the desired hand. – Richard Matheson • In a world where vows are worthless.Where making a pledge means nothing. Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power. – Chuck Palahniuk • In all great works of fiction, regardless of the grim reality they present, there is an affirmation of life against the transience of that life, an essential defiance. This affirmation lies in the way the author takes control of reality by retelling it in his own way, thus creating a new world. Every great work of art, I would declare pompously, is a celebration, an act of insubordination against the betrayals, horrors and infidelities of life. The perfection and beauty of form rebels against the ugliness and shabbiness of the subject matter. – Azar Nafisi • In fact, he sorely hoped that it would happen, because otherwise, the world made no sense, there was no justice, and life was just a tangled ball of chaos. – Christopher Moore • In some corner of the world they are probably still holding regular meetings of the Flat Earth Society. We derive no comfort because important people, vocal people, or great numbers of people agree with us. Nor do we derive comfort if they don’t. – Warren Buffett • In that moment, the machinery of the world lined up. Somewhere a clock struck midnight, and Hugo’s future seemed to fall perfectly into place. – Brian Selznick • In the fight between you and the world, back the world. – Franz Kafka • In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He shall ride the silver seas, He shall cut the glittering wave. I shall sit at home, and rock; Rise, to heed a neighbor’s knock; Brew my tea, and snip my thread; Bleach the linen for my bed. They will call him brave. – Dorothy Parker • Isn’t it true that whatever isn’t determined by our genes must be determined by our environment? What else is there? There’s Nature and there’s Nurture. Is there also some X, some further contributor to what we are? There’s Chance. Luck. This extra ingredient is important but doesn’t have to come from the quantum bowels of our atoms or from some distant star. It is all around us in the causeless coin-flipping of our noisy world, automatically filling in the gaps of specification left unfixed by our genes, and unfixed by salient causes in our environment. – Daniel Dennett • It is … through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth. – Madeleine L’Engle • It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined. – John Green • It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also. You, Mr. Gray, you yourself, with yourrose-red youth and your rose-white boyhood, you have had passions that have made you afraid, thoughts that have filled you with terror, day-dreams and sleeping dreams whose mere memory might stain your cheek with shame. – Oscar Wilde • It is said that the world is in a state of bankruptcy, that the world owes the world more than the world can pay. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • It is your duty to be exceedingly kind to every human being…until ye change the world of man into the world of God. – Abdu’l-Bahá • It takes all sorts of people to make a world. – Douglas William Jerrold • It turns out Dimitri had a friend, who had a friend, and despite the best security in the Moroi world, we managed to get into the Court’s prison facilities. – Richelle Mead • It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But, the world is now more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government. The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national auto-determination practiced in past centuries. – David Rockefeller • It’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to have to paint it. – Steven Wright • It’s hard to let go anything we love. We live in a world which teaches us to clutch. But when we clutch we’re left with a fistful of ashes. – Madeleine L’Engle • It’s just harder out there in the world of the living, and we cannot protect you out there as easily. I wanted to keep you perfectly safe…But there is only one perfectly safe place for your kind, and you will not reach it until all your adventures are over and none of them matter any longer. – Neil Gaiman • Kronos would be 10 times more powerful. His very presence would incinerate you. And once he achieves this he will empower the other Titans. They are weak, compared to what they soon will become, unless you can stop them, the world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine. – Rick Riordan • Let the jerks of the world serve as the perfect example of what you don’t want to be. You’ll be a heck of a lot happier, and in the long run, there’s a chance that other person at work will end up asking what your secret is. Why are you the happy one? In other words, don’t let your thoughts think you. Besides, if you’re really gonna get pissed, don’t waste it on your family, friends, or coworkers, save it for something that really matters. – Willie Nelson • Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle. – Percy Bysshe Shelley • Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel. – Jean Genet • May I propose a Herzog dictum? Those who read own the world, and those who watch television lose it. – Werner Herzog • Maybe you’ll call me someday Hear the operator say the numbers no good And that She had a world of chances for you She had a world of chances for you She had a world of chances Chances you were burning through – Demi Lovato • Men,” he began his address to the officers, measuring his pauses carefully. “You’re American officers. The officers of no other army in the world can make that statement. Think about it. – Joseph Heller • Modern music and artistry would look and sound completely different if not for the groundbreaking contributions Michael Jackson gifted to the world. – L.A. Reid • Money commands everything because that’s our interpretation of capitalism … what kind of world is that? It’s a very uncomfortable interpretation of a human being. We have been turned into robots. – Muhammad Yunus • Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done. – Louis D. Brandeis • Neither were you [born yesterday], unless of course I am wrong, in which case welcome to the world, little baby, and congratulations on learning to read so early in life. – Daniel Handler • Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has. – Margaret Mead • No ideology can help to create a new world or a new mind or a new human being — because ideological orientation itself is the root cause of all the conflicts and all the miseries. Thought creates boundaries, thought creates divisions and thought creates prejudices; thought itself cannot bridge them. That’s why all ideologies fail. Now man must learn to live without ideologies religious, political or otherwise. When the mind is not tethered to any ideology, it is free to move to new understandings. And in that freedom flowers all that is good and all that is beautiful. – Rajneesh • No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone. – William Shakespeare • No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else. – Charles Dickens • Nobody has the time to sit down and explain the first world from first principles. – Chris Cleave • Nobody knew my rose of the world but me… I had too much glory. They don’t want glory like that in nobody’s heart – Tennessee Williams • Now that physics is proving the intelligence of the universe what are we to do about the stupidity of mankind? I include myself. I know that the earth is not flat but my feet are. I know that space is curved but my brain has been condoned by habit to grow in a straight line. What I call light is my own blend of darkness. What I call a view is my hand-painted trompe-l’oeil. I run after knowledge like a ferret down a ferret hole. My limitations, I call the boundaries of what can be known. I interpret the world by confusing other people’s psychology with my own. – Jeanette Winterson • O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in’t! – William Shakespeare • Of course there are worlds. Millions of them! Every star you see has worlds, and most of those you don’t see. – Isaac Asimov • On the return trip home, gazing through 240,000 miles of space toward the stars and the planet from which I had come, I suddenly experienced the universe as intelligent, loving, harmonious. – Edgar Mitchell • Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair. – Nicole Krauss • once you laugh at you own weaknesses, you can move forward. Comedy breaks down walls. It opens up people. If you’re good, you can fill up those openings with something positive. Mabye…….. combat some the ugliness in the world. – Goldie Hawn • Our shared world is humanly unquantifiable and ideologically confused. Which one of them is capable of implementing the most recognizable harm or good? – James Ellroy • Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that. – Carlos Ruiz Zafon • Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art. – Carlos Ruiz Zafon • Pastries . . . can only be appreciated to the full extent of their subtlety when they are not eaten to assuage our hunger, when the orgy of their sugary sweetness is not destined to full some primary need but to coat our palate with all the benevolence of the world. – Muriel Barbery • Perhaps things are most beautiful when they are not quite real; when you look upon a scene as an outsider, and come to possess it in its entirety and forever; when you live in the present with the lucidity and feeling of memory; when, for want of connection, the world deepens and becomes art. – Mark Helprin • Power said to the world, “You are mine.” The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, “I am thine.” The world gave it the freedom of her house. – Rabindranath Tagore • Self respect, Colie. If you don’t have it, the world will walk all over you. – Sarah Dessen • She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go. – Gregory Maguire • So if the world hates us, we take courage that it hated Jesus first. If you’re wondering whether you’ll be safe, just look at what they did to Jesus and those who followed him. There are safer ways to live than by being a Christian. – Shane Claiborne • Socrates, indeed, when he was asked of what country he called himself, said, “Of the world”; for he considered himself an inhabitant and a citizen of the whole world. – Marcus Tullius Cicero • solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely robbed of its solitude, though once seen. *** Here sitting on the world, she thought, for she could not shake herself free from the sense that everything this morning was happening for the first time, perhaps for the last time, as a traveller, even though he is half asleep, knows, looking out of the train window, that he must look now, for he will never see that town, or that mule-cart, or that woman at work in the fields, again. – Virginia Woolf • Some days,’ I say, ‘I feel like I don’t belong anywhere in that world. That world out there. ‘I point to Grant. ‘People walk down our street and people drive down it and people ride their bicycles down it and all of them, even the ones I know, could be from another planet. And I’m a visiting alien.’ And aliens don’t belong anywhere,’ Adam finishes for me, ‘except in their own little corners of the universe.’ Right,’ I say. ~pgs 57-58 Hattie and Adam on alienation – Ann M. Martin • Some people get where they hope to in this world. Most of us don’t. – James Agee • Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic men. – John Knowles • Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • Teachers, I believe, are the most responsible and important members of society because their professional efforts affect the fate of the earth.- Helen Caldicott • Tell me a story, Pew. What kind of story, child? A story with a happy ending. There’s no such thing in all the world. As a happy ending? As an ending. – Jeanette Winterson • That observation which is called knowledge of the world will be found much more frequently to make men cunning than good. – Samuel Johnson • That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good. – Sarah Dessen • The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven: and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed. – Charles Dickens • The future belongs to you. Should anyone insult you, tell yourself this: I am a child of destiny who will unite East and West and change the world. – Adeline Yen Mah • The future is unwritten. there are best case scenarios. There are worst-case scenarios. both of them are great fun to write about if you’ re a science fiction novelist, but neither of them ever happens in the real world. What happens in the real world is always a sideways-case scenario. World-changing marvels to us, are only wallpaper to our children. – Bruce Sterling • the future of the world lies with the yellow man and the brown man now that our erstwhile master, the white-skinned man, has wasted himself through buggery, cell phone usage, and drug abuse – Aravind Adiga • The love of a single heart can make a world of difference. – Immaculee Ilibagiza • The most beautiful highway in the world – Dave Pelzer • The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible. – Albert Einstein • The most wonderful and the strongest things in the world, you know, are just the things which no one can see.- Charles Kingsley • The new electronic independence re-creates the world in the image of a global village. – Marshall McLuhan • The New World Order that is in the making must focus on the creation of a world of democracy, peace and prosperity for all. – Nelson Mandela • The original, shimmering self gets buried so deep that most of us end up hardly living out of it at all. Instead we live out all the other selves, which we are constantly putting on and taking off like coats and hats against the world’s weather – Frederick Buechner • The point is… to live one’s life in the full complexity of what one is, which is something much darker, more contradictory, more of a maelstrom of impulses and passions, of cruelty, ecstacy, and madness, than is apparent to the civilized being who glides on the surface and fits smoothly into the world. – Thomas Nagel • The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love. – Jeanette Winterson • The problem of why God created the universe still troubles thinking men; but if we cannot know why, we can at least know that He did not bring His worlds into being to meet some unfulfilled need in Himself, as a man might build a house to shelter him against the winter cold or plant a field of corn to provide him with necessary food. The word ‘necessary’ is wholly foreign to God. – Aiden Wilson Tozer • The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. – Marcel Proust • The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in that invisible fabric.- Thomas Browne • The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world. – Anne Rice • The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national auto-determination practiced in past centuries. – David Rockefeller • The three of them set out every morning on adventures of their own kind. Once, an elderly professor of literature, Mrs. Taggart’s friend, saw them on top of a pile in a junk yard, dismantling the carcass of an automobile. He stopped, shook his head and said to Francisco, ‘A young man of your position ought to spend his time in libraries, absorbing the culture of the world.’ ‘What do you think I’m doing?’ asked Francisco. – Ayn Rand • The whole point of Zen is to suspend the rules we have superimposed on things and to see the world as it is – Alan Watts • The world going insane and evil letting slip the birds of war is no excuse for sloppy vocabulary. – P. C. Cast • The world in which we were called to exist was an absurd world, and there was no other in which we could take refuge. – Albert Camus • • The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it. – Albert Einstein • The world is a thing that a man must learn to despise, and even to neglect, before he can learn to reverence it, and work in it and for it.- Thomas Carlyle • The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to get out of it alive. – W. C. Fields • The world is God’s world, after all. – Charles Kingsley • The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through myself. I hear only through the filter of my story. – Byron Katie • The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings. – Robert Louis Stevenson • The world is truly beautiful solely in the eyes of a true philosopher. – Kedar Joshi • The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense? – David Mitchell • The world remains ever the same. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • The world tilted slightly sideways. ‘I think I need to sit down.’ The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he’d already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded. – Tanya Huff • There are some people who will never understand what loyalty means. They could tell you what it was, of course, but they will never know.They will never see it from the inside. They couldn’t imagine a world where something like that was real. – Jim Butcher • There has yet to be a human to survive a span of history without at least one end of the world. – Jonathan Safran Foer • There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy.- Jonathan Swift • There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world. – Sonya Sones • There’s too much love in the world. Sometimes I think that’s what heaven is—- a place where everybody’s happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever. – Gregory David Roberts • There’s got to be more to life than just living, Foyle said to the robot. “Then find it for yourself, sir. Don’t ask the world to stop moving because you have doubts.” “Why can’t we all move forward together?” “Because you’re all different. You’re not lemmings. Some must lead, and hope that the rest will follow.” “Who leads?” “The men who must… driven men, compelled men.” “Freak men.” “You’re all freaks, sir. But you always have been freaks. Life is a freak. That’s its hope and glory.” – Alfred Bester • These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It’s probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation. – Libba Bray • These stories seem at times to be stories of a long-lost world when the city of New York was still filled with a river light, when you heard the Benny Goodman quartets from a radio in the corner stationery store, and when almost everybody wore a hat. – John Cheever • This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper. – T. S. Eliot • This truth I firmly hold, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding; my life has been a gift, a blessing to the world. – Anthony de Mello • Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can’t even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things. – Haruki Murakami • To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail… failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion – Marcel Proust • To be simple is the best thing in the world. – Gilbert K. Chesterton • To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • To get back up to the shining world from there My guide and I went into that hidden tunnel, And Following its path, we took no care To rest, but climbed: he first, then I-so far, through a round aperture I saw appear Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears, Where we came forth, and once more saw the stars. – Dante Alighieri • To give someone a piece of your heart, is worth more than all the wealth in the world. – Michael Jackson • To realize that new world we must prefer the values of freedom and equality above all other values – above personal wealth, technical power and nationalism. – Herbert Read • Was the earth made to preserve a few covetous, proud men to live at ease, and for them to bag and barn up the treasures of the Earth from others, that these may beg or starve in a fruitful land; or was it made to preserve all her children? – Gerrard Winstanley • We are grateful to the Washington Post, the New York Times, Time Magazine and other great publications whose directors have attended our meetings and respected their promises of discretion for almost 40 years……It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But, the world is more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government. The supernational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national autodetermination practiced in past centuries. – David Rockefeller • We didn’t Make this World we’re just the Poor Fools who are living in it. – Michael Grant • We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it? – Kate DiCamillo • We went to the New York World’s Fair, saw what the past had been like, according to the Ford Motor Car Company and Walt Disney, saw what the future would be like, according to General Motors. And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. – Kurt Vonnegut • What a strange world we live in…Said Alice to the Queen of hearts – Lewis Carroll • What do believers in the Absolute mean by saving that their belief affords them comfort? They mean that since in the Absolute finite evil is ‘overruled’ already, we may, therefore, whenever we wish, treat the temporal as if it were potentially the eternal, be sure that we can trust its outcome, and, without sin, dismiss our fear and drop the worry of our finite responsibility. In short, they mean that we have a right ever and anon to take a moral holiday, to let the world wag in its own way, feeling that its issues are in better hands than ours and are none of our business. – William James • What really interests me is whether God had any choice in the creation of the World. – Albert Einstein • When it’s raining like this,” said Naoko, “it feels as if we’re the only ones in the world. I wish it would just keep raining so the three of us could stay together. – Haruki Murakami • When the world seems large and complex, we need to remember that great world ideals all begin in some home neighborhood. – Konrad Adenauer • When they first kiss, there on the beach, they will kneel at the edge of the Pacific and say a prayer of thanks, sending all the stories of love inside them out in a fleet of bottles all across the oceans of the world. – Francesca Lia Block • With our thoughts we make the world. – Gautama Buddha • Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed. – Muriel Barbery • You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive? – Rumi • You can’t make flivers without steel – and you can’t make tragedies without social instability. The world’s stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can’t get. They’re well off; they’re safe; they’re never ill; they’re not afraid of death; they’re blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they’re plagued with no mothers or fathers; they’ve got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel strongly about; they’re so conditioned that they pratically can’t help behaving as they ought to behave. – Aldous Huxley • You know what I noticed when I was with Jacob? In your world, people can reach each other in an instant. There’s the telephone, and the fax – and on the computer you can talk to someone all the way around the world. You’ve got people telling their secrets on TV talk shows, and magazines that publish pictures of movie stars trying to hide their homes. All those connections, but everyone there seems so lonely. – Jodi Picoult • You show the world as a complete, unbroken chain, an eternal chain, linked together by cause and effect. – Hermann Hesse • You’ll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. – George Bernard Shaw • Your heart, Mary Karr, he’d say. His pen touched my sternum, and it felt for all the world like the point of a dull spear as he said, Your heart knows what your head don’t. Or won’t. – Mary Karr • You’re a poem?’ I repeated. She chewed her lower lip. ‘If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose whose world was swallowed by the sea.’ ‘Isn’t it hard to be three things at the same time?’ ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Enn.’ ‘So you are Enn,’ she said. ‘And you are a male. And you are a biped. Is it hard to be three things at the same time? – Neil Gaiman • You’ve got to love yourself with all your short comings, and you’ve got to love the world no matter how bad it gets. – Joan Bauer

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• A common lament of the World War II generation is the absence today of personal responsibility – Tom Brokaw • A mockingbird has moved into our neighborhood. It perches atop a telephone pole behind our backyard. Every morning it is the first thing I hear. It is impossible to be unhappy when listening to a mockingbird. So stuffed with songs it is, it can’t seem to make up it’s mind which to sing first, so it sings them all, a dozen different songs at once, in a dozen different voices. On and on it sings without a pause, so peppy, even frantic, as if its voice alone is keeping the world awake. – Jerry Spinelli • A world of contradictions, wherein everything is gray and almost nothing is black and white. – David Sheff • After all, a woman didn’t leave much behind in the world to show she’d been there. Even the children she bore and raised got their father’s name. But her quilts, now that was something she could pass on. – Sandra Dallas • All the world is full of suffering. It is also full of overcoming. – Helen Keller • • All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. – William Shakespeare • All the world’s a stage. – William Shakespeare • And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. – Roald Dahl • And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty seperate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door. – Janet Fitch • And in truth (as I now see) I had the wish to put off my journey as long as I could. Not for any peril or labour it might cost; but because I could see nothing in the whole world for me to do once it was accomplished. AS long as this act lay before me, there was, as it were, some barrier between me and the dead desert which the rest of my life must be. – C. S. Lewis • And that,” put in the Director sententiously, “that is the secret of happiness and virtue — liking what you’ve got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their unescapable social destiny. – Aldous Huxley • As far as I can tell, dumping soda on people is the equivalent of ‘Hi, it’s nice to meet you’ in this part of the world. Frankly, I think standard greetings work better, but what do I know? – Nicholas Sparks • As long as countries wave chequebooks over our heads, we can never be equal.- Louise Mushikiwabo • As long as there’s pasta and Chinese food in the world, I’m okay. – Michael Chang • At one and the same time, therefore, society is everything and society is nothing. Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society has no existence whatsoever – Virginia Woolf • At the end of the day, God’s love for me, for you, and for the world is settled at the cross. – Andy Stanley

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[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • Camila was quite incapable of establishing any harmony between the claims of her art, of her appetites, or her dreams, and of her crowded daily routine. Each of these was a world in itself. – Thornton Wilder • Change your thoughts and you change your world.- Norman Vincent Peale • Choosing leaf or flesh, factory farm or family farm, does not in itself change the world, but teaching ourselves, our children, our local communities, and our nation to choose conscience over ease can. – Jonathan Safran Foer • Christianity is a religion in a rush. Look at the world created in seven says. Even on a symbolic lovel, that’s creation in frenzy. – Yann Martel • Come, follow me, and leave the world to its babblings. – Dante Alighieri • Darkness has completely descended onto the landscape and I stood up and stretched my arms above my head and I wondered what it would be like if it were a perfect world. Only god knows. And he is dead. – David Wojnarowicz • Do you dance, Mr. Darcy?” Darcy: “Not if I can help it!” Sir William: “What a charming amusement for young people this is, Mr. Darcy! There is nothing like dancing, after all. I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished societies.” Mr. Darcy: “Certainly, sir; and it has the advantage also of being in vogue amongst the less polished societies of the world; every savage can dance. – Jane Austen • Dona Maria saw that the people of this world moved about in an armor of egotism, drunk with self-gazing, athirst for compliments, hearing little of what was said to them, unmoved by the accidents that befell their closest friends, in dread of all appeals that might interrupt their long communion with their own desires. – Thornton Wilder • Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. – Robert Jones Burdette • Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first. – Mark Twain • Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. – Anais Nin • Each friend represents a world in us. – Anais Nin • Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven’s dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds. – Christian Nestell Bovee • Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world. – Nelson Mandela • Every American should be forced to live outside the United States for a year or two. Americans should be forced to see how ridiculous they appear to the rest of the world! They should listen to someone else’s version of themselves–to anyone else’s version! Every country knows more about America than Americans know about themselves! And Americans know absolutely nothing about any other country! – John Irving • Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. – Leo Tolstoy • Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. – Clarice Lispector • Example moves the world more than doctrine. – Henry Miller • Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade Of the leaf where you slumbered all day; Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth, And make use of your wings while you may. . . . . But tho’ dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite, They at last found it dangerous play; Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth, Only dazzle to lead us astray. – Thomas Haynes Bayly • For the air of lonely men surrounded him now, a still atmosphere in which the world around him slipped away, leaving him incapable of relationship, an atmosphere against which neither will nor longing availed. This was one of the significant earmarks of his life. – Hermann Hesse • Further global progress is now possible only through a quest for universal consensus in the movement towards a new world order. – Mikhail Gorbachev • God hates the LUKEWARM GOSPEL OF HALF-TRUTHS that is now spreading over the Globe. This gospel says, ‘Just believe in Jesus and you’ll be Saved. There’s nothing more to it.’ It ignores the Whole Counsel of God, which speaks of Repenting from former Sins, of Taking up your Cross, of being conformed to the Image of Christ by the refining work of the Holy Spirit. It is totally silent about the Reality of Hell and an After-Death Judgment. – David Wilkerson • God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, ‘I love you.’ – Billy Graham • Gods, I wish the world was full of passive women.He thougt for a moment longer, then scowled. On second thoughts, what a nightmare that’d be. It’s the job of a man to fan the spark into flames, not quench it. – Steven Erikson • Good evening, Lord Corwin,’ said the lean, cadaverous figure who rested against a storage rack, smoking his pipe, grinning around it. Good evening, Roger. How are things in the nether world?’ A rat, a bat, a spider. Nothing much else astir. Peaceful.’ You enjoy this duty?’ He nodded. I am writing a philosophical romance shot through with elements of horror and morbidity. I work on those parts down here. – Roger Zelazny • Half the world cries Half the world laughs Half the world tries To be the other half – Neil Peart • Half the world does not know how the other half lives. – Francois Rabelais • Hatred is like a long, dark shadow. Not even the person it falls upon knows where it comes from, in most cases. It is like a two-edged sword. When you cut the other person, you cut yourself. The more violently you hack at the other person, the more violently you hack at yourself. It can often be fatal. But it is not easy to dispose of. Please be careful, Mr.Okada. It is very dangerous. Once it has taken root in your heart, hatred is the most difficult think in the world to shake off. – Haruki Murakami • He continues to teach because it provides him with a livelihood; also because it teaches him humility, brings it home to him who he is in the world. The irony does not escape him: that the one who comes to teach learns the keenest of lessons, while those who come to learn learn nothing. – J. M. Coetzee • He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he took small comfort from it. – Cormac McCarthy • He who imagines he can do without the world deceives himself much; but he who fancies the world cannot do without him is still more mistaken. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld • He will know from and early age that failure is not disgrace. It’s just a pitch that you missed, and you’d better get ready for the next one. The next one might be the shot heard round the world. My son and I are Americans, we prepare for glory by failing until we don’t. – Craig Ferguson • Heaven is important, but its not the end of the world. – N. T. Wright • Hey, what is it with you? Why are you so spaced out? You still haven’t answered me.” I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world,” I said after giving it some thought. “I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.” Midori rested an elbow on the bar and looked at me. “There was something like that in a Jim Morrison song, I’m pretty sure.” People are strange when you’re a stranger. – Haruki Murakami • How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world? – John Green • I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. – Walt Whitman • I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of girls everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon—they were coming home from high school—but I had no time for thoughts like that…So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines. – Jack Kerouac • I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt. – Richard Linklater • I believe that the first step in the setting of a real external world is the formation of the concept of bodily objects and of bodily objects of various kinds. – Albert Einstein • I brought you in this world, and I can take you out! – Bill Cosby • I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped. – Frederick Salomon Perls • I had come to discover that “safe” was an illusion, a pretense that adults wrapped around their children- and sometimes themselves- to make the world seem comfortable. I had discovered that under that thin cover of let’s-pretend, monsters and nightmares lay, and that not all of them came from places like the moonroads or the nightling cities. Some of the monsters were people we knew. People we thought we could trust. – Holly Lisle • I hope someday you will join us and the world will live as one. – John Lennon • I knew that danger lay ahead, of course; but I did not expect to meet it in our own Shire. Can’t a hobbit walk from the Water to the River in peace?” “But it is not your own Shire,” said Gildor. “Others dwelt here before hobbits were; and others will dwell here again when hobbits are no more. The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out. – J. R. R. Tolkien • I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. – Albert Einstein • I know the outer world as well as you do, and I judge it. You know nothing of my inner world, and yet you presume to judge that world. – Aldous Huxley • I once started out to walk around the world but ended up in Brooklyn, that Bridge was too much for me. – Lawrence Ferlinghetti • I realized up there that our planet is not infinite. It’s fragile. That may not be obvious to a lot of folks, and it’s tough that people are fighting each other here on Earth instead of trying to get together and live on this planet. We look pretty vulnerable in the darkness of space. – Alan Shepard • I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It’s small and it’s fragile and it’s the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. • I spent centuries I your arms. This time our joining will be controlled by me, and you will revel in the pleasure I can bring you. Throw off the shackles of your distant goddess and come to me. Be my love, truly, in body as well as soul and I will give you the world! – P. C. Cast • I stopped wanting to float away from my life, because in the end my life was all I had. I’d walk the Fairmont campus and look up to the sky and I wouldn’t see myself drifting off like some lost balloon. Instead I saw the size of the world and found comfort in its hugeness. I’d think back to those times when I felt like everything was closing in on me, those times when I thought I was stuck, and I realized that I was wrong. There is always hope. The world is vast and meant for wandering. There is always somewhere else to go. – Nick Burd • I think the way I feel when I look at Evan comes from her. In pictures taken the day she married my dad, she was reckless, laughing, spinning around in circles. She looked like her whole world was him. She looked a kind of happy I can’t even imagine. I don’t want that. I don’t want to be like that. I don’ want to feel the way she did because I know what happens when you do. You love with your whole heart, with everything, and you wake up one morning and kiss someone good-bye the way you always do except you mean it as good-bye forever. – Elizabeth Scott • I trembled to think of a world without stars. No guide for the sailor to trust at see, no jewels to dazzle our sense of beauty […] But all around the globe, the air is so dirty and the lights from the cities are so bright that for some people few stars can be seen anymore. A generation of children may grow up seeing a blank sky and asking, “Did there used to be stars there? – Michael Jackson • I would like to have your sureness. I am waiting for love, the core of a woman’s life.” Don’t wait for it,” I said. “Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me. – Anais Nin • I would support a Presidential candidate who pledged to take the following steps: … At the end of the war in the Persian Gulf, press for a comprehensive Middle East settlement and for a ‘new world order’ based not on Pax Americana but on peace through law with a stronger U.N. and World Court. – George McGovern • I’d kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn’t act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong. – Lilith Saintcrow • If all the world must see the world As the world the world hath seen, Then it were better for the world That the world have never been. – Charles Godfrey Leland • If anyone on the verge of action should judge himself according to the outcome, he would never begin. Even though the result may gladden the whole world, that cannot help the hero; for he knows the result only when the whole thing is over, and that is not how he became a hero, but by virtue of the fact that he began. – Soren Kierkegaard • If he were allowed contact with foreigners he would discover that they are creatures similar to himself and that most of what he has been told about them is lies. The sealed world in which he lives would be broken, and the fear, hatred and self-righteousness on which his morale depends might evaporate. – George Orwell • If the evolutionary mechanism of natural selection depends on death, destruction, and violence of the strong against the weak, then these things are perfectly natural. On what basis, then, does the atheist judge the natural world to be horribly wrong, unfair, and unjust? – Timothy Keller • If the history-deniers who doubt the fact of evolution are ignorant of biology, those who think the world began less than ten thousand years ago are worst than ignorant, they are the deluded to the point of perversity. – Richard Dawkins • If there is one beast in all the loathsome fauna of civilization I hate and despise it is a man of the world. – Henry Arthur Jones • If there is righteousness in the heart, there will be beauty in the character. If there is beauty in the character, there will be harmony in the home. If there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nations. When there is order in the nations, there will peace in the world. – Sathya Sai Baba • If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can’t see how beautiful it really is. – Betty Smith • If you can’t change the world with chocolate chip cookies, how can you change the world? – Pat Murphy • If you think the United States has stood still, who built the largest shopping center in the world? – Richard M. Nixon • I’m still living it now, every day, living it out in my mind – following the ups and downs, walking the pathways, reliving the moments of our Moonlight World… It’s a day that never dies. – Kevin Brooks • In a perfect world everything would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn’t a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is. – Neal Shusterman • In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe. – Michael Jackson • In a world in which there is so much to interest, so much to enjoy, and so much also to correct and improve, everyone who has this moderate amount of moral and intellectual requisites is capable of an existence which may be called enviable; and unless such a person, through bad laws, or subjection to the will of others, is denied the liberty to use the sources of happiness within his reach, he will not fail to find the enviable existence – John Stuart Mill • In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and he realized it now, understood it at long last. And understanding it seemed to give him a sort of quiet peace, a sense of having spread all the cards on his mental table, examined them, and settled conclusively on the desired hand. – Richard Matheson • In a world where vows are worthless.Where making a pledge means nothing. Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power. – Chuck Palahniuk • In all great works of fiction, regardless of the grim reality they present, there is an affirmation of life against the transience of that life, an essential defiance. This affirmation lies in the way the author takes control of reality by retelling it in his own way, thus creating a new world. Every great work of art, I would declare pompously, is a celebration, an act of insubordination against the betrayals, horrors and infidelities of life. The perfection and beauty of form rebels against the ugliness and shabbiness of the subject matter. – Azar Nafisi • In fact, he sorely hoped that it would happen, because otherwise, the world made no sense, there was no justice, and life was just a tangled ball of chaos. – Christopher Moore • In some corner of the world they are probably still holding regular meetings of the Flat Earth Society. We derive no comfort because important people, vocal people, or great numbers of people agree with us. Nor do we derive comfort if they don’t. – Warren Buffett • In that moment, the machinery of the world lined up. Somewhere a clock struck midnight, and Hugo’s future seemed to fall perfectly into place. – Brian Selznick • In the fight between you and the world, back the world. – Franz Kafka • In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He shall ride the silver seas, He shall cut the glittering wave. I shall sit at home, and rock; Rise, to heed a neighbor’s knock; Brew my tea, and snip my thread; Bleach the linen for my bed. They will call him brave. – Dorothy Parker • Isn’t it true that whatever isn’t determined by our genes must be determined by our environment? What else is there? There’s Nature and there’s Nurture. Is there also some X, some further contributor to what we are? There’s Chance. Luck. This extra ingredient is important but doesn’t have to come from the quantum bowels of our atoms or from some distant star. It is all around us in the causeless coin-flipping of our noisy world, automatically filling in the gaps of specification left unfixed by our genes, and unfixed by salient causes in our environment. – Daniel Dennett • It is … through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth. – Madeleine L’Engle • It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined. – John Green • It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also. You, Mr. Gray, you yourself, with yourrose-red youth and your rose-white boyhood, you have had passions that have made you afraid, thoughts that have filled you with terror, day-dreams and sleeping dreams whose mere memory might stain your cheek with shame. – Oscar Wilde • It is said that the world is in a state of bankruptcy, that the world owes the world more than the world can pay. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • It is your duty to be exceedingly kind to every human being…until ye change the world of man into the world of God. – Abdu’l-Bahá • It takes all sorts of people to make a world. – Douglas William Jerrold • It turns out Dimitri had a friend, who had a friend, and despite the best security in the Moroi world, we managed to get into the Court’s prison facilities. – Richelle Mead • It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But, the world is now more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government. The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national auto-determination practiced in past centuries. – David Rockefeller • It’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to have to paint it. – Steven Wright • It’s hard to let go anything we love. We live in a world which teaches us to clutch. But when we clutch we’re left with a fistful of ashes. – Madeleine L’Engle • It’s just harder out there in the world of the living, and we cannot protect you out there as easily. I wanted to keep you perfectly safe…But there is only one perfectly safe place for your kind, and you will not reach it until all your adventures are over and none of them matter any longer. – Neil Gaiman • Kronos would be 10 times more powerful. His very presence would incinerate you. And once he achieves this he will empower the other Titans. They are weak, compared to what they soon will become, unless you can stop them, the world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine. – Rick Riordan • Let the jerks of the world serve as the perfect example of what you don’t want to be. You’ll be a heck of a lot happier, and in the long run, there’s a chance that other person at work will end up asking what your secret is. Why are you the happy one? In other words, don’t let your thoughts think you. Besides, if you’re really gonna get pissed, don’t waste it on your family, friends, or coworkers, save it for something that really matters. – Willie Nelson • Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle. – Percy Bysshe Shelley • Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel. – Jean Genet • May I propose a Herzog dictum? Those who read own the world, and those who watch television lose it. – Werner Herzog • Maybe you’ll call me someday Hear the operator say the numbers no good And that She had a world of chances for you She had a world of chances for you She had a world of chances Chances you were burning through – Demi Lovato • Men,” he began his address to the officers, measuring his pauses carefully. “You’re American officers. The officers of no other army in the world can make that statement. Think about it. – Joseph Heller • Modern music and artistry would look and sound completely different if not for the groundbreaking contributions Michael Jackson gifted to the world. – L.A. Reid • Money commands everything because that’s our interpretation of capitalism … what kind of world is that? It’s a very uncomfortable interpretation of a human being. We have been turned into robots. – Muhammad Yunus • Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done. – Louis D. Brandeis • Neither were you [born yesterday], unless of course I am wrong, in which case welcome to the world, little baby, and congratulations on learning to read so early in life. – Daniel Handler • Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has. – Margaret Mead • No ideology can help to create a new world or a new mind or a new human being — because ideological orientation itself is the root cause of all the conflicts and all the miseries. Thought creates boundaries, thought creates divisions and thought creates prejudices; thought itself cannot bridge them. That’s why all ideologies fail. Now man must learn to live without ideologies religious, political or otherwise. When the mind is not tethered to any ideology, it is free to move to new understandings. And in that freedom flowers all that is good and all that is beautiful. – Rajneesh • No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone. – William Shakespeare • No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else. – Charles Dickens • Nobody has the time to sit down and explain the first world from first principles. – Chris Cleave • Nobody knew my rose of the world but me… I had too much glory. They don’t want glory like that in nobody’s heart – Tennessee Williams • Now that physics is proving the intelligence of the universe what are we to do about the stupidity of mankind? I include myself. I know that the earth is not flat but my feet are. I know that space is curved but my brain has been condoned by habit to grow in a straight line. What I call light is my own blend of darkness. What I call a view is my hand-painted trompe-l’oeil. I run after knowledge like a ferret down a ferret hole. My limitations, I call the boundaries of what can be known. I interpret the world by confusing other people’s psychology with my own. – Jeanette Winterson • O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in’t! – William Shakespeare • Of course there are worlds. Millions of them! Every star you see has worlds, and most of those you don’t see. – Isaac Asimov • On the return trip home, gazing through 240,000 miles of space toward the stars and the planet from which I had come, I suddenly experienced the universe as intelligent, loving, harmonious. – Edgar Mitchell • Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair. – Nicole Krauss • once you laugh at you own weaknesses, you can move forward. Comedy breaks down walls. It opens up people. If you’re good, you can fill up those openings with something positive. Mabye…….. combat some the ugliness in the world. – Goldie Hawn • Our shared world is humanly unquantifiable and ideologically confused. Which one of them is capable of implementing the most recognizable harm or good? – James Ellroy • Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that. – Carlos Ruiz Zafon • Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art. – Carlos Ruiz Zafon • Pastries . . . can only be appreciated to the full extent of their subtlety when they are not eaten to assuage our hunger, when the orgy of their sugary sweetness is not destined to full some primary need but to coat our palate with all the benevolence of the world. – Muriel Barbery • Perhaps things are most beautiful when they are not quite real; when you look upon a scene as an outsider, and come to possess it in its entirety and forever; when you live in the present with the lucidity and feeling of memory; when, for want of connection, the world deepens and becomes art. – Mark Helprin • Power said to the world, “You are mine.” The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, “I am thine.” The world gave it the freedom of her house. – Rabindranath Tagore • Self respect, Colie. If you don’t have it, the world will walk all over you. – Sarah Dessen • She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go. – Gregory Maguire • So if the world hates us, we take courage that it hated Jesus first. If you’re wondering whether you’ll be safe, just look at what they did to Jesus and those who followed him. There are safer ways to live than by being a Christian. – Shane Claiborne • Socrates, indeed, when he was asked of what country he called himself, said, “Of the world”; for he considered himself an inhabitant and a citizen of the whole world. – Marcus Tullius Cicero • solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely robbed of its solitude, though once seen. *** Here sitting on the world, she thought, for she could not shake herself free from the sense that everything this morning was happening for the first time, perhaps for the last time, as a traveller, even though he is half asleep, knows, looking out of the train window, that he must look now, for he will never see that town, or that mule-cart, or that woman at work in the fields, again. – Virginia Woolf • Some days,’ I say, ‘I feel like I don’t belong anywhere in that world. That world out there. ‘I point to Grant. ‘People walk down our street and people drive down it and people ride their bicycles down it and all of them, even the ones I know, could be from another planet. And I’m a visiting alien.’ And aliens don’t belong anywhere,’ Adam finishes for me, ‘except in their own little corners of the universe.’ Right,’ I say. ~pgs 57-58 Hattie and Adam on alienation – Ann M. Martin • Some people get where they hope to in this world. Most of us don’t. – James Agee • Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic men. – John Knowles • Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • Teachers, I believe, are the most responsible and important members of society because their professional efforts affect the fate of the earth.- Helen Caldicott • Tell me a story, Pew. What kind of story, child? A story with a happy ending. There’s no such thing in all the world. As a happy ending? As an ending. – Jeanette Winterson • That observation which is called knowledge of the world will be found much more frequently to make men cunning than good. – Samuel Johnson • That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good. – Sarah Dessen • The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven: and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed. – Charles Dickens • The future belongs to you. Should anyone insult you, tell yourself this: I am a child of destiny who will unite East and West and change the world. – Adeline Yen Mah • The future is unwritten. there are best case scenarios. There are worst-case scenarios. both of them are great fun to write about if you’ re a science fiction novelist, but neither of them ever happens in the real world. What happens in the real world is always a sideways-case scenario. World-changing marvels to us, are only wallpaper to our children. – Bruce Sterling • the future of the world lies with the yellow man and the brown man now that our erstwhile master, the white-skinned man, has wasted himself through buggery, cell phone usage, and drug abuse – Aravind Adiga • The love of a single heart can make a world of difference. – Immaculee Ilibagiza • The most beautiful highway in the world – Dave Pelzer • The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible. – Albert Einstein • The most wonderful and the strongest things in the world, you know, are just the things which no one can see.- Charles Kingsley • The new electronic independence re-creates the world in the image of a global village. – Marshall McLuhan • The New World Order that is in the making must focus on the creation of a world of democracy, peace and prosperity for all. – Nelson Mandela • The original, shimmering self gets buried so deep that most of us end up hardly living out of it at all. Instead we live out all the other selves, which we are constantly putting on and taking off like coats and hats against the world’s weather – Frederick Buechner • The point is… to live one’s life in the full complexity of what one is, which is something much darker, more contradictory, more of a maelstrom of impulses and passions, of cruelty, ecstacy, and madness, than is apparent to the civilized being who glides on the surface and fits smoothly into the world. – Thomas Nagel • The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love. – Jeanette Winterson • The problem of why God created the universe still troubles thinking men; but if we cannot know why, we can at least know that He did not bring His worlds into being to meet some unfulfilled need in Himself, as a man might build a house to shelter him against the winter cold or plant a field of corn to provide him with necessary food. The word ‘necessary’ is wholly foreign to God. – Aiden Wilson Tozer • The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. – Marcel Proust • The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in that invisible fabric.- Thomas Browne • The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world. – Anne Rice • The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national auto-determination practiced in past centuries. – David Rockefeller • The three of them set out every morning on adventures of their own kind. Once, an elderly professor of literature, Mrs. Taggart’s friend, saw them on top of a pile in a junk yard, dismantling the carcass of an automobile. He stopped, shook his head and said to Francisco, ‘A young man of your position ought to spend his time in libraries, absorbing the culture of the world.’ ‘What do you think I’m doing?’ asked Francisco. – Ayn Rand • The whole point of Zen is to suspend the rules we have superimposed on things and to see the world as it is – Alan Watts • The world going insane and evil letting slip the birds of war is no excuse for sloppy vocabulary. – P. C. Cast • The world in which we were called to exist was an absurd world, and there was no other in which we could take refuge. – Albert Camus • • The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it. – Albert Einstein • The world is a thing that a man must learn to despise, and even to neglect, before he can learn to reverence it, and work in it and for it.- Thomas Carlyle • The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to get out of it alive. – W. C. Fields • The world is God’s world, after all. – Charles Kingsley • The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through myself. I hear only through the filter of my story. – Byron Katie • The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings. – Robert Louis Stevenson • The world is truly beautiful solely in the eyes of a true philosopher. – Kedar Joshi • The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense? – David Mitchell • The world remains ever the same. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • The world tilted slightly sideways. ‘I think I need to sit down.’ The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he’d already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded. – Tanya Huff • There are some people who will never understand what loyalty means. They could tell you what it was, of course, but they will never know.They will never see it from the inside. They couldn’t imagine a world where something like that was real. – Jim Butcher • There has yet to be a human to survive a span of history without at least one end of the world. – Jonathan Safran Foer • There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy.- Jonathan Swift • There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world. – Sonya Sones • There’s too much love in the world. Sometimes I think that’s what heaven is—- a place where everybody’s happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever. – Gregory David Roberts • There’s got to be more to life than just living, Foyle said to the robot. “Then find it for yourself, sir. Don’t ask the world to stop moving because you have doubts.” “Why can’t we all move forward together?” “Because you’re all different. You’re not lemmings. Some must lead, and hope that the rest will follow.” “Who leads?” “The men who must… driven men, compelled men.” “Freak men.” “You’re all freaks, sir. But you always have been freaks. Life is a freak. That’s its hope and glory.” – Alfred Bester • These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It’s probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation. – Libba Bray • These stories seem at times to be stories of a long-lost world when the city of New York was still filled with a river light, when you heard the Benny Goodman quartets from a radio in the corner stationery store, and when almost everybody wore a hat. – John Cheever • This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper. – T. S. Eliot • This truth I firmly hold, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding; my life has been a gift, a blessing to the world. – Anthony de Mello • Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can’t even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things. – Haruki Murakami • To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare to fail… failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion – Marcel Proust • To be simple is the best thing in the world. – Gilbert K. Chesterton • To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • To get back up to the shining world from there My guide and I went into that hidden tunnel, And Following its path, we took no care To rest, but climbed: he first, then I-so far, through a round aperture I saw appear Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears, Where we came forth, and once more saw the stars. – Dante Alighieri • To give someone a piece of your heart, is worth more than all the wealth in the world. – Michael Jackson • To realize that new world we must prefer the values of freedom and equality above all other values – above personal wealth, technical power and nationalism. – Herbert Read • Was the earth made to preserve a few covetous, proud men to live at ease, and for them to bag and barn up the treasures of the Earth from others, that these may beg or starve in a fruitful land; or was it made to preserve all her children? – Gerrard Winstanley • We are grateful to the Washington Post, the New York Times, Time Magazine and other great publications whose directors have attended our meetings and respected their promises of discretion for almost 40 years……It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But, the world is more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government. The supernational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national autodetermination practiced in past centuries. – David Rockefeller • We didn’t Make this World we’re just the Poor Fools who are living in it. – Michael Grant • We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it? – Kate DiCamillo • We went to the New York World’s Fair, saw what the past had been like, according to the Ford Motor Car Company and Walt Disney, saw what the future would be like, according to General Motors. And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. – Kurt Vonnegut • What a strange world we live in…Said Alice to the Queen of hearts – Lewis Carroll • What do believers in the Absolute mean by saving that their belief affords them comfort? They mean that since in the Absolute finite evil is ‘overruled’ already, we may, therefore, whenever we wish, treat the temporal as if it were potentially the eternal, be sure that we can trust its outcome, and, without sin, dismiss our fear and drop the worry of our finite responsibility. In short, they mean that we have a right ever and anon to take a moral holiday, to let the world wag in its own way, feeling that its issues are in better hands than ours and are none of our business. – William James • What really interests me is whether God had any choice in the creation of the World. – Albert Einstein • When it’s raining like this,” said Naoko, “it feels as if we’re the only ones in the world. I wish it would just keep raining so the three of us could stay together. – Haruki Murakami • When the world seems large and complex, we need to remember that great world ideals all begin in some home neighborhood. – Konrad Adenauer • When they first kiss, there on the beach, they will kneel at the edge of the Pacific and say a prayer of thanks, sending all the stories of love inside them out in a fleet of bottles all across the oceans of the world. – Francesca Lia Block • With our thoughts we make the world. – Gautama Buddha • Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed. – Muriel Barbery • You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive? – Rumi • You can’t make flivers without steel – and you can’t make tragedies without social instability. The world’s stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can’t get. They’re well off; they’re safe; they’re never ill; they’re not afraid of death; they’re blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they’re plagued with no mothers or fathers; they’ve got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel strongly about; they’re so conditioned that they pratically can’t help behaving as they ought to behave. – Aldous Huxley • You know what I noticed when I was with Jacob? In your world, people can reach each other in an instant. There’s the telephone, and the fax – and on the computer you can talk to someone all the way around the world. You’ve got people telling their secrets on TV talk shows, and magazines that publish pictures of movie stars trying to hide their homes. All those connections, but everyone there seems so lonely. – Jodi Picoult • You show the world as a complete, unbroken chain, an eternal chain, linked together by cause and effect. – Hermann Hesse • You’ll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. – George Bernard Shaw • Your heart, Mary Karr, he’d say. His pen touched my sternum, and it felt for all the world like the point of a dull spear as he said, Your heart knows what your head don’t. Or won’t. – Mary Karr • You’re a poem?’ I repeated. She chewed her lower lip. ‘If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose whose world was swallowed by the sea.’ ‘Isn’t it hard to be three things at the same time?’ ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Enn.’ ‘So you are Enn,’ she said. ‘And you are a male. And you are a biped. Is it hard to be three things at the same time? – Neil Gaiman • You’ve got to love yourself with all your short comings, and you’ve got to love the world no matter how bad it gets. – Joan Bauer

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[st-riley-the-brave]

#ghost+grave #the ghostbuster and the gravekeeper: egonxriley #aesthetic: something called love [egon and riley] #mild language #Scottish Gaelic #French #one-shot

[ranya-smut-blog]

Married to Dr.Woods XIII

“So how was school today?” Raven asked her daughter as they got inside their home

“Well we had a party. I ate a lot of cookies and got a lot of Valentine cards”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah and I got a kiss too”

“Those chocolates are pretty good”

Kaia giggled, “No mommy. Not a chocolate kiss, a real one”

Raven tripped on her heels upon hearing her daughter’s words. Luckily the counter was nearby and she caught herself.

“Who was it?”

“Natalie” Kaia replied with a cheesy smile

_

“Chief!”

Is the word that wakes Dr. Woods up in the on-call room. She finally got a chance to rest after a 72 hour shift.

“What is it?” She mumbles as she adjusts to the new light in the room

“I’m sorry to wake you but we need you in the ER”

Anya stretches and lets out a groan before throwing her legs off the bed and headed out, adjusting her white coat on her shoulders as she walked.

“Okay what do we got?”

The nurse hands her a chart, “Bed 3, Ms. Soto is 7 months pregnant, complaining of severe stomach pain”

“Page Dr. Montgomery for a consult”

She gets a nod from the nurse, then Anya proceeds to the patient and pushes the curtain out of the way.

“Hello Ms. Soto, I’m Dr. Woods and I’ll be your doctor today. I see that you’ve been experiencing pain the past two days?”

“Call me Jilian, and yes. At first I thought it was normal in the pregnancy you know, stings here and there but I woke up this morning and it had gotten worse. I tried to ignore it but obviously I failed since I’m here”

Anya nodded at the woman and began her basic exam. Her lungs sounded fine, so did her heart, and everything else seemed to be functioning alright.

“Well Jilian I’m glad you couldn’t ignore it because something could be wrong and we’ll be able to treat it. Everything is alright, now we’ll just check on the baby”

The patient was going to reply but the OB/GYN showed up, “I was paged?”

“Yes, Jilian this is Dr. Montgomery and she’ll be checking on your baby, I’ll be back okay?”

“Wait! I’m not going to lose my baby am I?” She asks

Anya takes her hand, “I know you’re scared right now but Dr. Montgomery is an excellent doctor that deals with babies and stuff like this. Is there anyone I can call for you? Husband maybe?”

Jilian shakes her head, “Don’t have one, he didn’t want to be responsible”

“Alright, well I promise I’ll be back and I’ll be with you through this okay?”

“Okay”

Anya dismisses herself and heads back to the nurse station, “Who’s next?”

“Actually we have hang glider accident 2 minutes out” she replies

Dr. Woods takes the two minutes putting on yellow trauma scrubs and gloves. She had already pinned her ring on the inside of her blue shirt, no way was she losing or getting it smeared with blood ever. The paramedics soon came in with the victim through the doors.

“22 year old Elizabeth Parker, BP 100/70, open tibia fracture and complains of abdominal pain” one of the paramedics says

“Take her to trauma 1 and someone page Torres STAT” Anya orders

A minute later Dr. Torres was already in the trauma room looking at the fracture.

“Well this is a nasty break, wait this isn’t bone, it’s a rod”

“Yeah she got it implanted when she broke her tibia when she was skiing in New Zeland” the girl on the other side of the table said

“Who is this?” Torres asks Woods who was doing an ultrasound on the patient

“I’m her older sister, Dona, and I told her this was going to happen”

“But she acts like my mom” the patient mumbles

“I’m not going over this again, I can’t watch you try to die”

“It’s just a little break”

“No it’s not just a little break, you’ve broken both forearms, dislocated your shoulder, lost a kidney, concussion, knee fracture, etc you name it”

“Wow, you have a death wish” Torres tells Elizabeth

“Well I see lots of free fluid. Let’s get her up to the CT asap” Anya says

Callie and the nurse take her up while Anya stays behind and removes the trauma scrubs and gloves. Then makes her way back to bed 3 where she had left Jilian with Dr. Montgomery. The problem was that when she got there, they no longer were there. She asked a nearby nurse on information and she said Addison had taken her up for an emergency C-Section.

She ran to the nearby elevator but it was entirely full. She then went to the stairs and ran up to the third floor, it was her workout of the day. The doctor checked all 10 operation rooms until she found them in the very last one.

“Hey Anya, nice of you to join us” The OB said

“You could’ve told me you were taking her up here, what happened?”

“I could’ve but her baby was in fetal distress and you were dealing with another patient so no time. You understand right?”

“Yeah sure”

“Would you like to do the honors of cutting the umbilical cord?”

“Why me?”

“Well you heard her, she has no husband. Plus you promised you’ll always be with her”

“Alright but wipe that smirk off your face”

“How can you tell if I have a mask on?”

“I heard it in your voice, now let me go scrub in”

The rest of the procedure took about 15 minutes and Jilian was now in recovery. The baby boy was in an incubator, hooked up to machines that would help him develop. He weighed about 3 pounds 5 ounces and was 15 inches long. Anya didn’t know why but she felt oddly attracted to this case. It could’ve been the fact that the baby had no father or the fact that he had to be evacuated from his mother because he wasn’t receiving enough oxygen.

She really didn’t know which one or even if those were the reasons why. What she was sure about was the fact that she wanted to be with Jilian Soto and her baby, for as long as she stayed at the hospital -which would be long-. She’d keep updated on the baby’s progress and would entertain the mother. When Clarke heard what her sister-in-law was planning on doing, she smelt trouble but decided against telling the doctor. After all, it seemed to make Anya happy and she didn’t want to be the one to take that away.

_

The CT results were in and Anya was going to tell Elizabeth’s sister the results. She made her way down to the waiting room, accompanied by Dr. Torres who would be operating on Elizabeth’s tibia.

“So she might lose her kidney?” Dona asked

“No let’s not jump ahead” Callie tried to calm her down

“No please, tell me the worst case scenario. I want to be prepared” she insisted

“Okay well worst case scenario she loses the kidney and we start looking for a donor” Anya explains

“That’s me!” Dona chirps up

“You’ve been through this before?” The orthopedic surgeon asks

“Yea take your pick, bone marrow, blood, liver anything you can think of. What’s mine is hers.”

“Wow seems like she’s extremely accident prone even for a daredevil”

“No all the parachuting and stuff, it all started when she wanted to remission. She was diagnosed with plastic anemia when she was 2”

“Well that must’ve been hard, most likely that you were a match” Anya points out

“Oh it wasn’t luck, I’m a donor baby”

Torres was instantly filled with realization, “You’re her younger sister!”

“Yeah my parents only had me to save her” Dona smiled but both Anya and Callie knew, it hid a lot of pain. Torres felt bad for the woman, she was just being used.

During the surgery, Callie was working on the tibia and discovered that the rod had done a lot more damage that she’d anticipated. They had also gotten a general surgeon to look at the kidney while Anya stood on the side, watching.

“We’re going to be here awhile guys, there’s a lot of bleeding”

“There’s a lot of damage to the kidney, pass me a clamp. You guys may have to consider that donation after all” he says

“Well there’s no doubt the sister would give it” Anya speaks up

The OR phone rang and one of the nurses answered it. When she hung up, she revealed that the call was referred to Dr. Woods, her wife wanted her home early because she wanted to talk to her about something important.

“Can’t say no to the wife can you?” Torres chuckles

“Neither can you, Arizona would keep you out of your apartment”

Hours later the surgery was over and the green eyed doctor and the orthopedic surgeon were back with Dona.

“The general surgeon wasn’t able to fix Elizabeth’s kidney” Callie said

“Eventually she’ll need another kidney right?” Dona asks which Callie nods at

“Well here I am, open the tool box. Anything for her”

“Hey listen, this doesn’t have to happen now. She can stay on dialysis until we find a donor” Anya explains

Dona thinks for a second, “It’s okay to say no right?”

“Absolutely, it’s your life”

“Then I’m saying no.” The sister smiles

“Okay then, we’ll keep you updated” the doctors smiles

“God that felt good, now I need to find a boyfriend and a job” she states which makes the doctors laugh

It was night time now and Anya was back with Jilian in her room. Honestly, she had forgotten about Raven’s call, as soon as she entered the patient’s room, everything else didn’t matter.

“So when can I hold my son?”

“Not yet, he’s still under critical condition. Have you picked a name yet?”

“He’s my first child and all I ever dreamed of was to hold him and I can’t even do that. But no I still haven’t chosen” Jilian cried

Anya sat on the bed and comforted her. The rest of the night included the new mom asking a whole bunch of questions about the baby and his condition. Also a night filled with baby boy names. Dr. Woods fell asleep that night, in the patient’s bed. Something she’s never done in her entire career, Clarke of course saw this and just simply shook her head. Her friend was making a terrible mistake about getting involved way too much with this case but she’ll have to suffer the consequences.

A worried Raven stayed at home wondering why her wife wasn’t there. She called and called but it went straight to voicemail. The next morning she went to the hospital after dropping off Kaia and what she found wasn’t what she expected. That morning was a disaster for Anya and Raven but more for the music teacher

[yuiyuuji]

Yesterday I tested how much psychological pain I can endure.

Word Of Honor is breaking me. We watched ep 32 - 35 and I think I cried with every episode I watched. And please take note that I currently rewatch this show. I knew what I was getting myself into. But it’s even worse the second time. I couldn’t handle more tears and pain after episode 35 so we will rewatch 36 today. Afterwards I will need therapy.

The one who was breaking me the most yesterday was Xie’er by the way. The scene where they eat together after Wen was “killed” ... Yeah. Yeah this shit hurt. How Zhao Jing let Xie sit beside him, how he introduced his son to all of the others (the one who gave me life throughout this scene was Shen Shen. Loved how he is done with all of ZJs bullshit). And when Beauty Ghost told Xie’er what Zhao Jing said. That he would kill his son. Without hesitation. How Xie’er wanted to give his Yifu and himself one more chance. Don’t ask me what was wrong with me yesterday, I had a week that came from hell but I feel like I cried every minute I watched. And then there was episode 34. I should have ended it there. Xie’er broke me. And Zhao Jing let me die. I love the scene when Scorpion sits beside his Yifu on this chair / almost on Yifus lap and hugs him ever yo gently and Zhao Jings sheds a tear, lets his chin rest on Xie’ers shoulder. I was glad when the scene was over. Another one I couldn’t deal with yesterday was Ye Baiyi. I mean like... How sad and tragic is this character!? On my first watch I wasn’t sure if I could trust him or if I should like him. But holy fuck I learned to love him. And I think his whole story is just so damn sad. I wish we would have seen more of him. Can I get a spin off series or movie (same with Xie’er and Yifu btw)?? When he drinks alone after they “killed” Wen was just so heartbreaking. And when he sat there, eating noodle soup, knowing he will soon vanish ... Couldn’t deal with it, as I said.

And of course, of course there was the whole Ah Xu and Lao Wen drama going on. And of course I cried because if them too. It’s also worse then the first time I watched it. I love them so, so, so much. Oh, we need to take a moment and appreciate Beiyuan and Wu Xi. I totally love them. They are so cute and soft. Don’t think I would have made it without them yesterday. No, I won’t talk about episode 35 now. I am not ready just now. I just wanted a happy ending. I didn’t get one. I’m mad. I will watch episode 36 again today. Hopefully without too much tears (as if). And afterwards I will watch A Peaceful World. I need more Yifu in my life.

Anyways. Thanks for reading.

#Dona watches Word of Honor again #Word Of Honor #Shan He Ling #faraway wanderers #Xie'er #Scorpion King #Zhao Jing #ye baiyi #Shen Shen #a peaceful world #I hope this one won't hurt me #Lao Wen #ah xu

[yuiyuuji]

So yesterday I rewatched episode 26 of Word of Honor again and I couldn’t breath whenever there was a scene with Xie’er and Zhao Jing. Zhao Jing knows which strings he has to pull. Damn and Xie’er’s whole world begins to shatter... Those soft spoken words from his Yifu and the way he looks at him, touches him and acts around him. He knows how to make Xie’er feel guilty and how to calm him down. it’s so sad to see. But also so satisfying from an artistic pov. I love how soft spoken those scenes between them are in episode 26. How Xie’er kneels in front of Zhao Jing while he strokes his cheek and how Xie’er takes his hand.. This scene is so well done I literally cried.

I wish Xie’re would have gotten a happy ending..

#Word Of Honor #Xie'er #Zhao Jing #Dona watches word of honor again