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dibidibifiction · 1 year

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Reasons to Live

Pairing: Kim Jonghyun x Reader

Category: romance

TRIGGER WARNING: depression, self-harm, death, foul language

Word count: 3.5k+

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

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TWO YEARS EARLIER

JONGHYUN

I hear the curtain metal rings slide harshly two opposite ways, shocking me awake.

“Oh, good. You were sleeping with your mouth open.”

“Great. Thanks, Mom,” I say sarcastically, rubbing my eyes.

“It’s already ten past five. I’m going home. Are you going to be okay?” my mom asks. She has taken care of me since day one I’ve been in this hospital. But now, since I’ve improved a lot, I insisted that she doesn’t have to visit every day.

“Yes, ma’am,” I roll my eyes jokingly.

“Aww, Jonghyun, you should find a woman who will take care of you from now on instead of bothering me,” she joins my kidding around.

After she pinches my cheeks and kisses me, she heads out the door. I sit up to reach for my phone on the side table. I got messages from the boys on our group chat.

14:36

Kim Kibum: Hey, Kim Jonghyun! When are you getting discharged? You’re delaying our project. Get your shit together, yeah? Love you

15:18

Jinki: They ran some tests on you a few days ago, right? How did they go?

15:24

Minho: Hope everything’s okay, Hyung. We’re just here waiting for you~

16:20

Taemin: Hyung, did you receive my fruit basket? Hope you like it.

Reading their messages instantly puts a smile on my face. I start typing to reply that everything’s good and that I’m getting out of here soon. Maybe next week at the very least.

I’ve been in this hospital for almost a month because of the car accident on my drive to my parents’ house after work. It was already dark and I was on the expressway when it started to rain so heavily that visibility was close to zero. Unexpectedly, a huge truck was running too fast in my direction. I managed to avoid it but then made me hit an electric post. Even though I was in a coma for three days, still, lucky for me, I had very little damage compared to others who have gotten into accidents like this.

I’ve never felt more alive. It may be hard to believe or even admit, but it might be a miracle, what happened to me. I was in such unbearable pain that I could already imagine my loved ones crying at my funeral.

I grab my little notebook and head up to the rooftop. I sit in my usual spot, which is at the very corner of the floor, overlooking the city. The city lights are like stars, the cars like elves, and the people like ants. It’s like a whole new weird world. I pull up my pen inserted at the last page I wrote on. Every time I have an idea for a song or a poem, I always write it here.

As I’m turning the pages to look back on what I’ve written, I catch a glimpse of someone’s legs way across this wide rooftop. It looks like a person lying on the floor.

“Hello?” I call out.

No response.

“Excuse me, are you okay?” My voice is a little louder, hoping to be heard.

Still nothing. Not even a subtle movement.

I drop everything and walk briskly over to check on them.

I gasp at a young girl in a hospital gown like mine, which means she must be a patient too. I draw closer to see that she’s unconscious. And pale.

My heart twists, I hurriedly kneel down to her side and lightly put my head on her chest to check her heartbeat.

Shit, I hear nothing. A quick shiver sends through me.

Her pulse. I quickly grab her hand to feel her wrist and hope to feel something.

Thank God. I exhale after what feels like twenty minutes. “Stay here. I’ll go get help.”

I run down four flights of stairs and realize how ridiculous that sounded since she couldn’t even hear me. I finally reach the nearest nurse’s station, catching my breath in order to get words out.

“Excuse me! There’s a girl up on the roof. She’s unconscious. Please help!”

A nurse nods once and quickly picks up the telephone. She recites something I didn’t quite understand. Two guys with a stretcher appear immediately and ask me to let lead the way.

. . .

It’s now hours later and I can’t stop thinking about her. My last sight of her keeps flashing before my eyes. She was pale and almost lifeless. She looks pretty with her dark neck-length hair, her thin bangs fly off her forehead because of the wind. I wonder what’s wrong with her. I hope she’s okay now. Turns out she is the one who stays in the room next to mine.

My door slowly opens for a nurse to take the tray of my already finished dinner. “Hey, um, do you know what happened to the girl next door?”

“Do you know her?” he asks me right back, his eyes dead.

“Actually, yeah, I went to college with her.” I lie.

“Oh, okay, then,” he sighs. “Well, she attempted to kill herself again.”

My jaws drop in shock. “What?” I stutter. My heart sinks even more at the word ‘again.’

“It’s the third time she’s done that during her stay here. I really hope she'll stop. I’m worried about her. She doesn’t even have a family for us to call for a situation like this. There’s only this one guy that comes over every now and then.” His eyes suddenly change and fill up with pity when he walks out the door.

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PRESENT DAY

Y/N

I run to the bus stop to see Jonghyun already waiting for me by his car in hazard mode at the side of the road. Two weeks passed and this is the most I’ve seen him since he’s been busy with his comeback.

He spots me, then waves so happily that he’s almost jumping.

I land in his arms. “Jonghyun, I missed you,” I weep on his chest.

He pulls away to look at my face, cupping my cheeks. “How’s my girl?” his eyes twinkle. He lovingly leans in for a five-second kiss.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” I pout.

“No, I just got here,” he smiles. “Shall we?”

We both hop in his car and drive to Taemin’s house to have dinner with the boys. It was supposed to be a celebration for their comeback promotion weeks ago but it always fell through. Now that their promotion ended, they decided to have the gathering tonight. It was Minho and Kibum’s idea. Taemin offered his place to hold it.

They love a good party. Kibum wanted to invite as many people as they could but Minho wanted an intimate gathering with just close friends. The decision was made democratically but it was tied up. So all that long heated, turbulent discussion led us to the lowkey one with just close friends.

Jonghyun and I arrive with three handsome boys already in sight. Minho greets me with a warm hug and then leads me toward the kitchen where Jinki and Kibum are preparing food.

“Mmm, smells good over here. Where’s Taemin?” I ask no one in particular while I make my way to sit on a spinning stool by the island.

“He’s not here yet,” Kibum answers me while he holds a wooden spoon in front of me to let me taste his soondubu stew.

“What? He’s late even at his own party being held at his house. Great.” I say as I nod approvingly to Kibum, telling him that it’s delicious.

Jinki giggles. “That’s our youngest.”

I laugh, wiping off droplets of soup on my chin.

“Speak of the devil,” Kibum mutters as soon as I hear the front door beep.

I welcome Taemin with a giggle and my arms open for a hug. “Hey, what are you doing late at your own party?” I say, pulling away from his one-hand embrace.

“I came as fast as I could. You’re at my house. Stop complaining!” he laughs too.

. . .

It is now four hours later. Jonghyun and I are back in his car on our way to his apartment. I insisted he takes me home but he insisted harder for me to stay at his place since it’s closer.

“Plus, I missed you and I want to be with you a little longer,” he says, kissing my hand while his eyes are on the road.

“Really? Well...” I say, having something in mind. I start drawing closer to him and slide my palm on his lap up to his crotch. I lean in closer, humming into his ear.

He swallows. “Hey, I’m driving.”

I laugh at him. “Fine, I’ll wait until we get home.”

“Home?” He looks at me for a second, smiling. Then back on the road.

I pause, thinking of what I said. “What?”

“Did you just propose for us to live together?”

“Where’d that come from? You’re making stuff up again.” I playfully punch his arm.

He laughs out loud. It is so beautiful that it is the most musical sound I’ve ever heard.

After a few seconds of silence, he grabs my hand. I turn to him, waiting for him to say something. “So, do you want to move in?”

My mouth opens in quite a confusion but immediately curves into a huge smile. “Yeah, of course! I’d love that,” I screech. I lean into him for a kiss on his cheek, then rest my head on his shoulder while he pulls over into parking.

He turns to me, cupping my cheek. “I love you so much, Y/n.”

It makes me melt every time he says those words to me. My eyes fill in with tears. “I love you, too.”

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TWO YEARS EARLIER

An overflowing burning sensation boils in my stomach, making me abruptly sit up and throw up on myself. I feel like my internal organs are about to come out of my mouth. I feel so heavy that I can't open my eyes. When I do, it’s brief and cloudy.

I suddenly hear the door open. Somebody walks into my room. A nurse perhaps. After I feel them carefully laid me back down, I catch a blurry figure of a man standing in my direction by the door outside my room. Before I can control my own consciousness, everything goes black again.

. . .

I slowly open my eyes with the sun blaring at me. It irritates the shit out of me. I get out of bed in an attempt to close my blinds but somebody stops me.

“Whoa, wait, be careful.” A guy in a hospital gown like mine suddenly appears before me.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I glare at him.

He looks startled by my sudden rage. Despite this, he adjusts the wire connecting the needle inserted in my arm and the IV that’s hung next to my bed before I could mess it up.

“Let me get that for you,” he mutters before closing the blinds for me, leaving a bit of sunlight.

My face relaxes from frowning as I watch him walk back toward me. He sits on the chair next to my bed. I notice his attractive appearance. Dark hair that covers his entire forehead, a cute smile and a muscular body. I somehow get lost in his stare with those innocent and sparkly eyes, making the anger inside me fade. I feel some kind of warm relief.

“Uh, I’m Jonghyun. Sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to see how you’re doing. I have not heard about you since I found you on the roof a few days ago.”

I snap out, bringing back my scowl. “Why?”

He stutters. “Well-”

“We don’t even know each other.”

“No, but-”

“Do you like me? Is that why you saved me?” I’m getting more pissed with this stranger in my room. “Or are you just trying to be some kind of a hero that saves my life, then our story would turn into a cheesy romantic cliché?

Silence. He just stares at me. Probably awkward and shocked.

“Get out of here before I call security.”

Without saying anything else, he gets up from his seat and walks to the door. Looking flustered, he glances back at me before sliding it close behind him.

. . .

The moon has come out. It’s the only time of day that I appreciate the outside. I stand before the window, looking out, watching the cars and cabs go about down there. Thinking that there are millions of people existing, I question why the fuck I’m alone.

Literally.

Emotionally.

I fall on my butt, and for the first time in almost a year, I cry out loud. Extremely loud. Numbingly loud. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I pull my hair out, punch my head, slap my own face. Dig my nails into my neck, scratch down to my chest, and then my arms. I kick my legs hysterically. Repeatedly.

I hate being alive.

Eventually, my hearing went faint, abandoning its purpose. I feel someone grab me from behind, restraining me tightly.

“Let me go! Just please let me go. Please! I don’t want to be alive anymore.” I continue to scream furiously, trying to escape everything that tries to come at me.

But then, I see that it’s Minho who’s hugging me. I crash into his arms, shut the fuck up, and cry silently.

“Y/n, I’m here. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I’m here for you. Please, stop now,” he hushes me. I can finally hear his voice. He's the only one I can trust. His embrace is the only comforting thing to me.

I’m breathing heavily, trying to calm down. I watch a nurse approach with a syringe but Minho immediately shoves it away.

We just stayed like this. I have not idea how long but I don’t want it to end.

After some time, the noises in my head settle down. I can see clearly again.

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PRESENT DAY

JONGHYUN

After my radio show, I come home to a beautiful lady waiting for me on the couch in the dressing gown I got her for Christmas last year, and a pair of thick-framed reading glasses with a book in hand.

I join her, laying my head between her breasts. “Hi, roomie.” I look up at her, then give her a wink. We talked about moving in together weeks ago and the day I’d been waiting for has finally come. She’s finally settled in with me. There couldn’t be any other day happier than this.

She hisses. “Shut up,” then goes back to reading her book, blocking my view of her pretty little face.

I hiss back. I then crawl out off the couch to pick her up bridal style, spinning her around.

Y/n shrieks, laughing. “Jonghyun, stop!”

So I do. “Oh, hey, we haven’t done that thing couples do once they move in.”

“I thought you were going to be too tired from work,” she says, her arms around my neck.

Her thinking about sex is heaven to me! But that’s not what I’m talking about. “No, stupid,” I chuckle at her while I put her down on her feet. “Come here.” I grab her hand for her to follow me out the front door.

“Wait, what? Where are we going? I’m not dressed,” she complains.

I close the door once we get out. Y/n is still confused about what we’re doing. I pick her up again, bridal style. “Now, enter the code.”

She doesn’t say anything else and does as I say.

Once she opens the door, “Welcome home!” I cheer.

She laughs out loud. “Oh, so now we’re officially living together. Amazing!” she says playfully.

But I don’t put her down just yet and head to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re doing that other thing that couples do when they move in together.”

“Yay!” she cheers, then kisses me deeply on the spot as I bring the action to our bedroom.

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TWO YEARS EARLIER

There’s a knock on the door while I watch a movie on the flatscreen. I hit pause on the remote control.

“Hyung!” Minho calls out enthusiastically as he enters my room with bags of food in his hand.

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t a guy visit his guy friend who is unlucky enough to get into an accident?” he jokes around, handing me my lunch.

“Thank you very much,” I bow to him.

Minho and I do some catching up, talking about his new drama series, and some other work stuff until our conversation finds itself about the girl staying next door.

“Then she just kicked me out of her room and threatened to call security on me. This is what she did to a person who saved her life?” I pout.

“Oh, my God. You’re the stalker she’s been talking about?”

“Stalker? Woah, that woman. After what I did for her?” My blood is boiling with intense irritation. But it subsides quickly once I realize something. “Wait, you know her?”

“Yeah, I actually spent the night in her room.”

I pause, staring at Minho in confusion. “You’re not… Nothing’s going on with you two, is there?

“Oh, no. Nothing like that. I’ve known her since childhood. Our parents used to be close. That was when her mother was still alive and her dad hadn’t moved to Japan.”

“Wow, she has it tough, huh?” Just like that, irritation turns compassion.

“Yeah, but there’s more to that. Something that no one can explain, not even her herself.”

She’s been suicidal. Her depression has taken a lot from her. Hearing this makes me want to look after her more.

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PRESENT DAY

Y/N

Since then, Jonghyun had been visiting me every evening to have dinner together even when I kept pushing him away, asking him to stop trying to save me.

Days after he got discharged, he came back, but I wasn’t in my room anymore. When he found out that I was transferred to the psychiatric ward, he came running to my door.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were being transferred?”

“Why would I?” I frowned.

“Right,” he laughed awkwardly.

His phone vibrated in his pocket.

“Hey, what are you-”

He trailed off, his face turning red as he listened. It’s definitely Minho.

I suddenly snatched the phone from Jonghyun’s hand and walk near the door out of earshot. “Hey, where the hell are you?” I scolded Minho in a whisper. “You are not letting him-”

“It’s okay, Y/n. He means well. Maybe it’s time for you to let somebody else in for a change,” he laughed statically. “Love you.”

I sighed in irritation as I heard the dial tone. “Here.” I hand Jonghyun’s phone back to him while he just smiled at me goofily.

If it wasn’t for Minho, I never would’ve trusted anyone again. And because of Jonghyun, trusting and loving again was worth it.

By the time I got discharged from the ward, Jonghyun and I eventually started dating officially. He was always there for me. Offered to come with me to my therapist twice a week but I insisted that I could go by myself. I would meet the rest of the boys not long after we got together. Since then, I’ve got the best friends ever.

Sooner or later, I would get back to work in teaching kindergarten. I can’t imagine my career going any other way. I thank myself for being alive today. Some days, I’d join Jonghyun and the boys in organizing a charity mission. I’d teach kids in far provinces. I forgot how fulfilling working with children was when I was too busy being miserable.

I’ve never felt so alive. Not to mention grateful.

“I’m so proud of you, honey,” my dad tells me with a big smile on his face.

“Thanks, Dad,” I smile back at my computer screen. “By the way, when are you coming? You should tell me ahead of time so I can prepare you something.”

Before I can hear his response, the front door of my apartment beeped. “Oh, I have to go. Jonghyun’s here.”

“I should really meet this Jonghyun. You’re talking about him a lot,” he says.

I shake my head and laugh at him before hanging up.

“Was that your dad?” Jonghyun asks as soon as he approaches and kisses me on the lips.

“Yeah.”

“Is he coming to visit?”

“He didn’t say,” I tell him, shutting down my laptop.

I stare at Jonghyun while he removes his shoes and walks towards me.

“What?” he asks, then kisses me on the forehead.

Trying not to tear up, I just shake my head and giggle at him. If it wasn’t for Jonghyun, my life would be so much different right now. Hell, I’d be dead. Because of him, I regained my bond with my dad.

Months ago, they had to go to Japan for work and he made me come with them so my father and I could finally talk. We had never seen eye to eye ever since Mom died. We had drifted apart. Now, we are closer than ever.

I’m not saying my depression is gone and my attacks are non-existent anymore. They still come every now and then, although not as bad as before. Jonghyun has always been so caring and understanding. I could cry just thinking about it. I got to be with the best person and have the best friends in the world.

#hi! it's been quite a while since i last posted a story on here #the last post i made was in June 2021 #anyway i'm always grateful for everyone who reads my work and likes them #i'm not promising anything but i'll try to post more stories for you #i hope you enjoy this Jonghyun x reader fiction #in this piece i expressed how much Jonghyun and the rest of SHINee means to me despite having to go through difficult times #happy reading!#shinee jonghyun #kim jonghyun #SHINee fanfiction #shinee fanfic #shinee x reader #jonghyun x reader

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istumpysk · 2 years

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ASOS: Davos V (Chapter 54)

"Yet in the city, the lions prance and dance. The Red Wedding, the smallfolk are calling it. They swear Lord Frey had the boy's head hacked off, sewed the head of his direwolf in its place, and nailed a crown about his ears. His lady mother was slain as well, and thrown naked in the river."

That never gets any easier to read.

+.+.+

At a wedding, thought Davos. As he sat at his slayer's board, a guest beneath his roof. These Freys are cursed.

They can take a seat right next to Littlefinger.

+.+.+

"They will not." Melisandre's voice was soft. "I am sorry, Your Grace. This is not an end. More false kings will soon rise to take up the crowns of those who've died."

"More?" Stannis looked as though he would gladly have throttled her. "More usurpers? More traitors?"

"I have seen it in the flames."

Two books later, only Euron has claimed a dead king's crown. I suppose Tommen qualifies, but Joffrey isn't dead yet.

Are we missing any kings?

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"An ant who hears the words of a king may not comprehend what he is saying," Melisandre said, "and all men are ants before the fiery face of god. If sometimes I have mistaken a warning for a prophecy or a prophecy for a warning, the fault lies in the reader, not the book.

Mistaking a warning for a prophecy? Lmao. lol. hahahahahahaha.

Imagine putting a line like that in the book, and still nobody getting it. Read the last sentence again, then try to convince me George doesn't think this entire fanbase is stupid.

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"Lord husband," said Queen Selyse, "you have more men than Aegon did three hundred years ago. All you lack are dragons."

The look Stannis gave her was dark. "Nine mages crossed the sea to hatch Aegon the Third's cache of eggs. Baelor the Blessed prayed over his for half a year. Aegon the Fourth built dragons of wood and iron. Aerion Brightflame drank wildfire to transform himself. The mages failed, King Baelor's prayers went unanswered, the wooden dragons burned, and Prince Aerion died screaming."

Spoiler alert, by the end of the following Davos chapter, Stannis will prove to be equally as daft as everyone above.

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Queen Selyse went down on both knees before the king, hands clasped as if in prayer. "Robert and Delena defiled our bed and laid a curse upon our union. This boy is the foul fruit of their fornications. Lift his shadow from my womb and I will bear you many trueborn sons, I know it."

Oh, she's gone gone.

You know what's fun? In the previous chapter I learned heroes don't kill children, and now we're opening this chapter with Stannis debating whether or not he should burn a child alive. Subtle? Not exactly.

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Melisandre put her hand on the king's arm. "The Lord of Light cherishes the innocent. There is no sacrifice more precious. From his king's blood and his untainted fire, a dragon shall be born."

Gross.

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"It would be a wondrous thing to see stone come to life," he admitted, grudging. "And to mount a dragon . . . I remember the first time my father took me to court, Robert had to hold my hand. I could not have been older than four, which would have made him five or six. We agreed afterward that the king had been as noble as the dragons were fearsome." Stannis snorted. "Years later, our father told us that Aerys had cut himself on the throne that morning, so his Hand had taken his place. It was Tywin Lannister who'd so impressed us."

Boy, this keeps coming up a lot!

How did we manage to jump from bringing stone dragons to life to that little anecdote? Better question, why did we jump from bringing stone dragons to life to that little anecdote?

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Warrior, make me brave. "I know little of dragons and less of gods . . . but the queen spoke of curses. No man is as cursed as the kinslayer, in the eyes of gods and men."

The topic of kinslaying mostly follows four characters around:

Tyrion, Stannis, Theon, and Victarion. 🤔

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"Only death can pay for life, my lord. A great gift requires a great sacrifice."

"Where is the greatness in a baseborn child?"

"He has kings' blood in his veins. You have seen what even a little of that blood could do—"

"I saw you burn some leeches."

"And two false kings are dead."

The Ghost of High Heart saw a vision of Euron's hired assassin killing Balon before the leeches.

The Red Wedding has been in the works since A Clash of Kings. Again, before the leeches.

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Stannis gave a snort of laughter. "He has you there, my lady. Two is not three."

"To be sure, Your Grace. One king might die by chance, even two . . . but three? If Joffrey should die in the midst of all his power, surrounded by his armies and his Kingsguard, would not that show the power of the Lord at work?"

No, it would show the power of Littlefinger.

Sansa is given the poison hairnet in A Clash of Kings. Say it with me now -> before the leeches.

Now I'm starting to wonder if Melisandre is going to take credit for something else her magic had nothing to do with.

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"Edric—" he started.

"—is one boy! He may be the best boy who ever drew breath and it would not matter. My duty is to the realm." His hand swept across the Painted Table. "How many boys dwell in Westeros? How many girls? How many men, how many women? The darkness will devour them all, she says. The night that never ends. She talks of prophecies . . . a hero reborn in the sea, living dragons hatched from dead stone . . . she speaks of signs and swears they point to me. I never asked for this, no more than I asked to be king. Yet dare I disregard her?" He ground his teeth. "We do not choose our destinies. Yet we must . . . we must do our duty, no? Great or small, we must do our duty.

A hero reborn in the sea? That's probably not literal. Whenever Patchface uses "under the sea" it likely represents death/the afterlife.

I'm going to go with Bran, given Daenerys is right after.

Edit: I am an idiot, and @agentrouka-blog is not. Daenerys was reborn on the Dothraki Sea.

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"I know the cost! Last night, gazing into that hearth, I saw things in the flames as well. I saw a king, a crown of fire on his brows, burning . . . burning, Davos. His own crown consumed his flesh and turned him into ash. Do you think I need Melisandre to tell me what that means? Or you?" The king moved, so his shadow fell upon King's Landing. "If Joffrey should die . . . what is the life of one bastard boy against a kingdom?"

"Everything," said Davos, softly.

Great line.

Kings engulfed by flames could be Aegon or Euron (Or Jon, if you think it's pointing to his bloodline), but I have a feeling it's Stannis being consumed by fire.

Edit: I change my mind. Everything is Daenerys. Bride of fire, it will be her doom.

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Davos had often heard it said that the wizards of Valyria did not cut and chisel as common masons did, but worked stone with fire and magic as a potter might work clay. But now he wondered. What if they were real dragons, somehow turned to stone?

"If the red woman brings them to life, the castle will come crashing down, I am thinking. What kind of dragons are full of rooms and stairs and furniture? And windows. And chimneys. And privy shafts."

Davos turned to find Salladhor Saan beside him.

You spend enough time around religious zealots and you actually start to wonder if a castle is made of real dragons. Get it together, Davos.

Man, I adore Salladhor Saan.

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When I die impoverished, my wives and concubines will curse you, Onion Lord. Lord Celtigar had many fine wines that now I am not tasting, a sea eagle he had trained to fly from the wrist, and a magic horn to summon krakens from the deep. Very useful such a horn would be, to pull down Tyroshi and other vexing creatures. But do I have this horn to blow? No, because the king made my old friend his Hand.

There's that kraken horn getting more attention. I'm treating this as more evidence that all horns are silly distractions.

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"A certain Lysene pirate once told me that a good smuggler stays out of sight," Davos replied carefully. "Black sails, muffled oars, and a crew that knows how to hold their tongues."

The Lyseni laughed. "A crew with no tongues is even better. Big strong mutes who cannot read or write."

How am I supposed to concentrate when there's this much Euron in a Daenerys Lite chapter?

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"He will not do it," said Davos. "He could not harm his own blood."

"Lord Renly will be glad to hear this."

"Renly was a traitor in arms. Edric Storm is innocent of any crime. His Grace is a just man." Salla shrugged. "We shall be seeing. Or you shall.

Hahahahaha.

I know no king, but the King of the Seas, whose name is SALLADHOR SAAN.

In other news, Davos is still delusional.

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He did not need Salla to tell him that he had risen too high. I cannot read, I cannot write, the lords despise me, I know nothing of ruling, how can I be the King's Hand? I belong on the deck of a ship, not in a castle tower.

He keeps saying stuff like this.

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As for birth, the dragonkings oft chose Hands from amongst their own blood, with results as various as Baelor Breakspear and Maegor the Cruel. Against this, you have Septon Barth, the blacksmith's son the Old King plucked from the Red Keep's library, who gave the realm forty years of peace and plenty." Pylos smiled. "Read your history, Lord Davos, and you will see that your doubts are groundless."

If there was a message here, or in the passage before featuring all the the other doomed Hands, I missed it. Check it out, maybe you'll see something.

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At the top of the steps Davos heard a soft jingle of bells that could only herald Patchface. The princess's fool was waiting outside the maester's door for her like a faithful hound.

[...]

"Under the sea the old fish eat the young fish," the fool muttered at Davos. He bobbed his head, and his bells clanged and chimed and sang. "I know, I know, oh oh oh."

I doubt this has anything to do with Blackfish, Catelyn, Lysa, or Edmure.

My first instinct is old Freys eating young Freys, but don't ask me how they're fish.

If not that, maybe we should ask Bloodraven about all those bones?

Edit: probably shouldn't forget Stannis and Shireen.

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The princess looked at him wide-eyed. "Did Uncle Robert win three battles in a day?"

The bastard nodded. "It was when he'd first come home to call his banners. Lords Grandison, Cafferen, and Fell planned to join their strength at Summerhall and march on Storm's End, but he learned their plans from an informer and rode at once with all his knights and squires. As the plotters came up on Summerhall one by one, he defeated each of them in turn before they could join up with the others. He slew Lord Fell in single combat and captured his son Silveraxe."

Blink and you'll miss the word informer. Who was the informer?

I feel like we're going to get to the end of this series and learn Varys and Littlefinger were responsible for everything. I mean we already know one is.

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The first time he had seen the Wall he had been younger than Devan, serving aboard the Cobblecat under Roro Uhoris, a Tyroshi known up and down the narrow sea as the Blind Bastard, though he was neither blind nor baseborn.

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Roro had sailed past Skagos into the Shivering Sea, visiting a hundred little coves that had never seen a trading ship before. He brought steel; swords, axes, helms, good chainmail hauberks, to trade for furs, ivory, amber, and obsidian. When the Cobblecat turned back south her holds were stuffed, but in the Bay of Seals three black galleys came out to herd her into Eastwatch. They lost their cargo and the Bastard lost his head, for the crime of trading weapons to the wildlings.

Davos had traded at Eastwatch in his smuggling days.

Wow, look at that. A captain with a trading ship sailing obsidian beyond the Wall.

I thought you needed a king for that!

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If Melisandre knew of this letter . . . What was it she had said? One whose name may not be spoken is marshaling his power, Davos Seaworth. Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends . . . And Stannis had seen a vision in the flames, a ring of torches in the snow with terror all around.

"My lord, are you unwell?" asked Pylos.

I am frightened, Maester, he might have said. Davos was remembering a tale Salladhor Saan had told him, of how Azor Ahai tempered Lightbringer by thrusting it through the heart of the wife he loved. He slew his wife to fight the dark. If Stannis is Azor Ahai come again, does that mean Edric Storm must play the part of Nissa Nissa? "I was thinking, Maester. My pardons." What harm if some wildling king conquers the north? It was not as though Stannis held the north. His Grace could scarcely be expected to defend people who refused to acknowledge him as king. "Give me another letter," he said abruptly. "This one is too . . ."

". . . difficult?" suggested Pylos.

Soon comes the cold, whispered Melisandre, and the night that never ends. "Troubling," said Davos. "Too . . . troubling. A different letter, please."

Oh Davos, you silly little goose. It's not Edric Storm who gets to play the role of Nissa Nissa for this fraudulent Azor Ahai.

Go ahead, take another guess.

Final thoughts:

Remember when Stannis fans were adamant the show invented the Shireen storyline, despite the existence of this entire plot that's clearly laying the foundation?

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#operation stumpy re-read #asos #davos v

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chaosnoirjpg · 2 years

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cultivating joy list

Things that make me happy or think or whatever...[not limited to]

Fat babies

Tiny things

That boop sound from the mathematical video

Good music

Good poetry

Good art

good conversation

A genuine smile

A genuine laughter

Sunsets and sunrises

Cool rainy days

Cold rainy days

Sitting in my car while it rains

Jamming out to music in my car

Singing in the shower

Singing in my car

Being held by a loved one

Holding a loved one

Dancing with my dogs in the nighttime

Watching Ghibli films

Buttered bread

Reading Hannibal lecture books

Philosophical discussion

Breakfast food any time of the day

Coldwater on a humid night

Dancing in my room in the dark

Shitting in the bathroom in the dark

Baby cooing

Puppy's first a-wooo

Puppy hitching a ride on a duck

Baby hugs a puppy

Pizza.

Katsu curry.

Peach cobbler.

Banana pudding without the Banana.

Sweet potato pie.

Lovingly regarded without motive

Bear hugs

Gently petting

Loving caress

Being present

Mediating together

Writing love poems

Doing what you love

Doing what makes you smile

Paradoxical theories and ways of thought

Anthropology

Sociology

Social Science Ethnic Studies

The way people and the world think and move in the world

The light in your heart after you've processed and healed dense emotions

Creating for yourself only

Loving yourself completely

Inner knowing that you cannot deny

Child taller than their parents

Child taller than an adult

Younger sibling taller than older sibling

Musicians making music on the fly

Ppl saying birds aren't real

Horror movies

Comedy, drama, murder mystery movies

Ugly big mansions

Beautiful architecture

80's hair

Fucked hairstyles

Authenticity

Chill vibes

The color Teal

The smell of coffee

Soft and crunchy cookies

Chocolate long johns donuts

Waffles

Fried hard eggs

Pancakes

Buttered toast

Turkey bacon and sausage

Sausage and baked beans

Baked beans

Blackened salmon with veggies and mashed potatoes

Shroom tea

Clicky keyboard

Pill bottle sounds

Clicky pen/pencil

Pickles

Pickle juice

Cranberry juice

Moisturized skin

Dry brushing

Body tingles

Ant wars

Creatures in the sea

Conspiracy iceberg

The word sonder

The word moledro

Obscure emotions

Ambiguous colors: Teal, periwinkle, etc

Cool facial wipes

Made bed

Soft blankets

Soft pillows

Nice smelling candle

Fruit bowl

Houseplants

Flourishing garden

Sunlight

Starry night sky

Goya paintings

Orange juice

RnB soul

Emo rap

Alt rock

Common sense

The morning time

The night time

Soaking in the tub

Hot shower

Cool shower

Starting over

New perspective

Love songs from the 80's

Playing with their baby

Playing with their dog

Iridescent beetles

Iridescent bug wings

Iridescent anything

Not taking life seriously…bc the universe has a sick sense of humor my guy

Surfer dude accents

Scottish accents

Irish accents

Dinosaurs.

Vibing out

Chicago Architecture

Clean bathroom

Edibles

Tea hot and cold

River

Waterfall

Sense of awe and wonder

Sweet potato fries

Mom keeps buying off-brand cheerios by accident and now we have several boxes of non-brand cheerios

Ppl wearing glasses for aesthetic

Getting inebriated

Broad city

Flight of the concords

The office

Arrested development

New girl

The fountain movie and graphic novel

Shoulder massages

Tempura sushi

Good food with loved ones

Self-discovery

Hoodie

Big afro

Beautiful tattoos

Teeth

Rengoku

Demon slayer

Jujutsu kaisen

Nail art

Vincent Van Gogh

Vincent Van Gogh's brother and sister-in-law

Eyeliner art

Brain tickles

Hogwarts architecture

Indie movies

Indie music

Sagitterrorist lol

Scorpihoe lol

Thrift store

String instruments

Anime, dubbed teehee

Black boy joy

black men acting a dayum fool

titties

thighs

chicken thighs

flats

sweet chili sauce

thai food

spring rolls

Mothers approval

Dogs love

Animal affection

Pets love and affection

Nightmare core synthetic wave music

Puns like corny puns

Wednesdays

Thursdays

Fridays

Sunday risings

Skin care routines

Curly hair routines

Babies looking at themselves in the mirror

Babies being afraid of their own shadow

Musicians with beautiful minds and souls

Toothpaste

The right lipstick

Good hair days

Le twins

Twins in general

Black alternative gender-ambiguous beings

MUSIC:

RnB

RnB soul

Rap

Alt rock

Alt rap

Indie rock

House music

FOOD:

Thai food

Japanese tempura sushi

katsu curry

Chicken Tikka masla

Tea in general

Mac and cheese

Cheese toast

Chocolate chip cookies

Banana pudding no bananas

Peach cobbler

sweet potato pie

Jumex

Shrimp tacos

Blackened salmon

Lobster tails

Grilled chicken

Outback steakhouse

Strawberry banana smoothie

Egg rolls

Shrimp rolls

Teriyaki chicken

bourbon chicken

cookie dough ice cream

Caramel ice cream

Cookies and cream ice cream

Nachos

Loaded fries

Pizza

Sweet spicy chili wings

Crunchy fries

Honey mustard sauce

Caesar salad

Mediterranean sandwich/salad

Waffles

Pancakes

Ice coffee

Hashbrowns

eggs fried hard

peanutbuter and honey sandwich

tomatoe soup

Grilled oysters

Tuna salad

Pasta

ART:

Frances Goya

Vincent van gogh

LMJ works

Marc Rebillet

Kendrick Lamar

Kenny mason

Chris Fleming

Dave Chappell

bill hicks

Bo Burnham

Lakieth Stanfield

Le twins

Frankjavcee

whyt manga

Likelihood art

LANGUAGE//SAYINGS:

Think mark think

You got my head spinning out of control

Grief is love persisting

Everything the light touches is ours/our kingdom

Animals:

Quakka

Kasawari

emu

Ostrich

jaguar

cheetah

Jellyfish

octopus

squid

whale

Turtle

tortoise

dog

Cats on screen only

Crow

owl

frog

High animals From the vet

PLACES:

Africa

Australia

Japan

islands

Northern lights

The split sea

Nighttime glow Beach

Black sands Beach

Dessert

Mountains

redwood forest

THINGS:

Thighs

Titties

Clean teeth

sweet smile

Big expressive eyes

Sharp cat-eye makeup

Good lipstick

New purse smell

Purses that smell like a pleasant perfume or lotion

Cracking creme brulee

Dipping hands in a bag full of beans

Warm tea on a cool rainy day

Looking up at the sky to see the stars and moon

Feeling the rain on my skin

A warm bath by candlelight

Dinner by candlelight

Reading or journaling by candlelight

Sunbathing in a hammock

Sleeping under the stars

Genuine laughter

The look of love and affection

Completing a project

A job well done

Making it out alive

Dancing like no one is watching

Singing like no one is listening

A good book

Pillow fights

Intimate soulful talks at 3am

3am

Twilight

Dusk

Sunsets

Sunrises

Cold rain

Washed hair

Moisturizer

Body oil

Tea tree oil

Eucalyptus oil

Lavender oil

Intense burning

Lit candle

Oil burner

House plants

Clean kitchen

Hidden storage

Northern lights

Hot showers

Wine

Night drives

Pedicure

The clicking of heels

Keyboard clicks

Pills shifting in a bottle

Retractable pen clicks

Geometric architecture

Emerald windows

The color Teal

Looney toons

most ghibli movies

Afros

Edibles

Head massages

#joyful things #joy #cultivating joy #lists #healing #happiness is a skill #happiness is a choice #my post #my posts #thoughts #Abe the artist #art of abe #chaos noir #chaos noir jpg

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medlilove · 1 year

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Grief is the price we pay for love?

I love you, white window, with the ivy crawling up the sides of the exposed brick. And you, the window-sill that the cats climbed up to, to wake us up from our bunk beds, when they were young and strong.

I love you, the view of the rooftops and Victorian chimneys, and the orange sky in the west, on the good days.

I love you cherry tree. The same size all my life. Where sit the pigeons and parrots. Only once in my life did we get your fruit before the birds. Sam from next door, mum to Alex, climbed up a ladder and got them down for everyone, The bowl was huge and full of bright shiny berries, I’ll never forget the sight of them. I'm In the 90s again in that brief moment my eyes close to blink.

I love you, the sound of the aeroplanes and the sound of the sirens. I hope you get to where you need to go every night. I love you soft sound of the train from the top of the hill. When I was very young I would listen to it and the train would travel through the clouds as I drifted off to sleep.

From this same white window that I have wide open in front of me right now. Sitting in the dark, hoping Guy Fawkes will grace me with some visuals to all the noise.

I love you unseen fireworks on November 5th. Just hearing you is enough. I love you rain and cold air and the smell of bonfires. I love and fear you, trees like giants separating my garden from that in front. Taller than my house. Like sentinels in the night, and the day. Constant companions.

I love you comet that I saw once long ago, half a memory.

I said goodbye to the garden today. In a way.

We've never been the closest of friends, me and the garden, it was more a sibling that I often avoided and annoyed. All the wasps and bees nearly did me in as a nervous anxious child. But it has grown on me in recent years, as I have grown and visited home. It looks so lovely in the rain. Small and long crammed into the most overpopulated borough in London.

We had all these little seashells in a container in the bottom bathroom, right in the back of the cupboard. Must have been bought together in some shop by the seaside on one of many a summer holiday. I say that because they were all very beautiful and I can't imagine us as a family finding them all on some rocky seaside in southeast England. That was not something we would have done.

Mum (and Dad) aren't going to take the container to the new place, so I picked the ones I wanted, in an empty jam jar and headed for a wet and lovely garden. Stone tiles cover the majority of it, they were easier than grass. All around the borders are soil and plants.

Like the scattering of ashes, I scattered the pretty shells into the damp soil. Old, well-used inner-city soil, the same that we buried our hamsters in, so so long ago. I blink and I'm in the '90s again.

Across the back wall that I have never gotten too close to. To the second tree in the back, where a full one once stood before it rotted. To the bushes that replaced the tiny pond that went before I was born. All around where I was allowed to hold the big hose to feed the plants. Behind the old chair and into the roses. By the cherry tree where the ladder once sat. Only once. Past those stone tiles where I would sit and watch the ants and pick up snails. Where Tommy and Amber would sit and watch us, separately and together. Where both their ashes are now one with the garden they both so loved. They will stay here forever.

I wish I took more photographs of those fat orange cats. But you don't think about a grieving far-off 30-year-old when you are busy doing school homework.

Where the kiddie sandpit was in the photo.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye I said. Quietly so no one but the trees could hear me. And maybe the passing 747 commercial jet. Thank you, I love you. Even if I thought I didn't. We had a good time, didn't we? Know that even if we never meet again, I will think of you often.

They'll stay there now, those shells. Maybe forever. The lawyers with the little twins will move in. Will they find shells eventually and wonder, what on earth? Why are there shells here?

They are there because I exist. I existed there, and there, a part of me will remain, for as long as time allows it

Like the house, like the little white dog born in 1984, like the orange cats and the big old tree outside the front door with all the drawing pins in, the garden sits awkwardly as an extension of this family.

Sorry, we can't take you with us but well...you understand.

So goodbye goodbye goodbye, I love you, I love you, I love you. You know that right? I ask it as though it will hear me.

The things we love never truly leave us. Especially in that family-like way, where you hate them half the time. The things we love become ghosts inside us and like this, we keep them alive.

If I can say goodbye to the garden, small and wet, then maybe just maybe, I can say goodbye to the house.

Grief really is the price we pay for love.

Just before finally posting this I saw fireworks from my window!! What a send off!! Everything is going to be okay!!!!! This is a sign babey! 🎆

#Feels good to get this out!#grief is the price we pay for love is SOMEHOW a quote by QE2 of all people #writing #poetry #writeblr #writerscommunity #grief

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banschivs · 2 years

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‘Give the ants 10 aphids or go back this way’ has stopped Nix’s Ella Yellow ladybug in it’s tracks on the board. Evelyn so far has her beat, closer to the home rosebush with Olivia Orange. The board game is new, one the little girl had been eager to play. Nix enjoyed the first three rounds... the fourth might be melting her brain. The Virgin Sunset she’s drinking of course does nothing to add a spark to her rather dire situation on The Ladybug Game’s colourful board. Arthur got off lightly; when Lilac learned she couldn’t take chunks out of each piece with her new teeth, she’d quickly lost interest. Often she finds herself slung over her father’s shoulder, balanced perfectly no matter what he’s doing. Currently those orb-like eyes are staring down the cupboard she knows the gummy worms are kept in. Nix has two floating like unfortunate souls in her virgin cocktail.

Arthur has her phone, scrolling through the conspicuous messages on her socials. They’re nothing new, really, but a new flood arrives seemingly each and every day. Same icons with as identical handles as Instagram allows. Recently, they’ve been sending links. News and articles and rumours fuelled by the suspicious herds of conspiracy theorists the city is home to. Multiple heads of Gotham’s more wealthy families have been vanishing, seemingly under the nose of everyone else. The latest was in broad daylight, and found later looking more like Swiss Cheese than the human he once was. Arthur’s eyes, alight with the blue glow from her screen and something else she can’t name, have been focused on the same page for the last few minutes. Nix fishes into her drink to save one drowning worm.

@jokethur : ❝ i don’t know what the fuck is going on from second to second. ❞ SENTENCE STARTERS / / ACCEPTING

“ Twisted knife play, mostly. ” She’s decapitated her worm already. “ Unsuccessful or... super-duper successful, I guess, depending on where you’re standing. ” Lilac must hear with a scary amount of precision judging by how quickly the toddler’s head whips around to eye her mother chewing. It’s Nix’s turn again, Evelyn indicates by patting her arm.

“ Mommy, you go. ” She taps Nix’s space on the board, too, to add insult to injury. Nix drags poor Ella Yellow back two spaces, and brandishes Evelyn’s home run at her with the tail end of her gummy worm. The girl knows better than to ask for one from Nix’s drink — only her parents know that cocktail is just glorified fruit juice and nothing else.

“ Go ahead and own my ass, Sprog. ” Nix says, nudging her chair backward to fetch the bag of candy for Evelyn and Lilac too. On her way she swerves toward Arthur, peering across his shoulder to double-check her context is correct. Sure enough, it’s another one of the many articles she’s already skimmed. “ My DMs are like fucking Newsnight. What’s it say? ” She squints, reads ‘approximately fifty stab wounds’ and bobs her head as if she should be knowledgeable on the subject. “ Yeah, see? Whoever’s out there is piiiiiissed. Who has that kind of energy? ”

#jokethur #casual summer's day in the fleck household

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thenewdeadseascrolls · 2 months

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Judges 1: 22-26. "The Upward Captain."

Zealousy leads to the subjugation of others. It is forbidden. Steadfastness is encouraged always, especially with the throat and the mouth. Zealousy, which entails literal interpretations and actions based on scripture requires the use of the mouth, so suppression of zeal begins there. Without Ms. Mouth, one cannot boss other people around, spread lies, or enforce a tyranny. And where does the mouth learn how to do this o so swell? In the church.

So the throat of the church is what we attack first, before the little kiddies learn to start talking like mom and dad:

22 Now the tribes of Joseph attacked Bethel "the House of the Lord," and the Lord was with them.

23 When they sent men to spy out Bethel (formerly called Luz),

24 the spies saw a man coming out of the city and they said to him, “Show us how to get into the city and we will see that you are treated well.”

25 So he showed them, and they put the city to the sword but spared the man and his whole family.

26 He then went to the land of the Hittites "the horribles", where he built a city and called it Luz, which is its name to this day.

Spies are the unborn tendencies of the 12 Tribes. We are exploring their meaning here in the Shoftim, learning how to turn them into extremeties that operate at the behest of the enlightened self. This is how we avoid zealousy to discover intelligent and practical way to be religious instead of a rote follower of someone else's beliefs.

Joseph "the dreamer" uproots a Hittite "horribles" estabslishment after he takes over the Temple. The name changes to Luz which means:

The verb לוז (luz) means to turn aside. In the Bible this word is used mostly negative, either as a turning away from wisdom (Proverbs 3:21, 4:21) or being a "twisted" person (Proverbs 3:32, 14:2). This verb yields two derivations:

The feminine noun לזות (lazut) means deviation or crookedness and is used only in Proverbs 4:24.

The masculine noun לוז (luz) means almond wood. The latter word is used only in Genesis 30:37, where Jacob strips branches of the crooked almond tree.

The implication of the name Luz is found in the reference to Jacob above. Joseph, a son of Jacob was also a dreamer and prognosticator and a father of nations. Mankind is always going to try to grow like a crooked tree. Rather than cut the tree down, one has to sculpt it by removing the losers from the trunk allowing stronger branches, those named in the Torah to take their place.

For this to work, Torah instructions must be performed in depth, and they must be accurate, following the steps we discussed in the prior frame. If you have ever seen a young pimple faced lad in a big hat with hairy cheeks and long black socks shaking up and down like he's got ants in his pants, you will know how awry Torah lessons can get.

The Christian version reveals a bunch of teenage fat girls with their gay best friends picketing in front of Planned Parenthood on Saturday mornings when they should be home watching cartoons.

Absurd and ridiculous both.

As the text says, they need to be put to the sword like Adam and Eve. The Sword is a dual edged question, "Who is God?" And "Who are you?" Mister Lightning Bolt, a True Jew, whose identity we are building now dreams of being shown the way.

If you can't find the answers through the ways you are currently practicing you need to find another. This is how Luz becomes Bethel, by pruning the mind of spiritual rubbish till it finds tangible truth.

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 22: The Tribes of Joseph attacked Bethel.

Joseph is the personification of Ephesus, "the town of the future. they even sound the same. He had two sons, Ephraim "double the fruits" and Manasseh "evaporation of what is bad from the past." We will learn more about these in the next section.

The Value in Gematria is 5874, ה‎חז‎‎ד‎, the hazed, "the door to understanding prophecy or a vision."

v. 23: When they sent men to spy out Bethel (formerly called Luz), The Value in Gematria is 4410, דדאאֶפֶס, dadaeps, "understanding of how to understand is eps, "heaven and earth."

Eps also refers to the serpent in the branches of the Tree in Eden.

v. 24: The spies saw a man coming out of the city. The spies the 12 plus the 70 saw the angel Malachiel, the Angel of the Lord, "the upward captain" who created the Alefbeis. It is Malachiel that ignites the mind using the Hebrew Alphabet, which, if fed to the teen bean bag brain will engineer the responses to its dual edged questions.

The Value in Gematria is 11025, יא אֶפֶס‎בה‎ ya ephesus, "say yes to what happens next."

v. 25: So he showed them. The Value in Gematria is 6610, וואאֶפֶס, wafess, "and frowned."

A frown is obviously a sign of disapproval. In Judaism one is frowned upon when one refrains from the right things and should instead be indulging. Celibacy for example is not encouraged and intercourse is. Intercourse in Judaism promotes intimacy and social literacy. If one is intercoursing and causing problemes, one is then refraining from the observations of the decrees and one would then get a frown for that.

v. 26: He went to the land of the Hittites. The Value in Gematria is 7432, ז‎ד‎גב‎, zdgv=

Zayin Dalet= the door to the Eye of the Fountain

Gimmel Vav= is opened by recompense/pegging the statements together into phrases and sentences.

The Hittites are horrible because they are illiterate in the Alefbeis and the Torah. If one cannot remit from one's mistakes and deliberately try to find the Self, called Ha Shem, the Knower of All Things by hooking or pegging the letters of the Hebrew alphabet into a roadmap one will wind up with a crooked cock instead of one that grows right straight up, and no one likes those.

To avoid this, the Shoftim says not to do as mom and dad do or necessarily what the faith says, but resort instead to comprehensive research into the Torah and the Tanakh and follow one's own most direct course to Ha Shem, the place where all selves are stored and waiting within God's Own Self.

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mounikagopu · 6 months

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Stamp of Sophistication- Myron managed Cherubic Farmlands

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yogeshblogs · 6 months

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Mount Abu Wildlife Sanctuary

Flora and Fauna at Mount Abu Wildlife Sanctuary

Mount Abu Wildlife Sanctuary is located in the Aravalli Range in the Sirohi district of Rajasthan, India. It spans an area of 288 square kilometers and is famous for its rich biodiversity. Here is some information about the flora and fauna found in the sanctuary:

Flora:

1. Dry Deciduous Forest: The sanctuary is dominated by dry deciduous forest with a mix of trees, including Dhok (Anogeissus pendula), Khair (Acacia catechu), Salai (Boswellia serrata), and Bamboo (Dendrocalamus strictus).

2. Subtropical Thorn Forest: The lower regions of the sanctuary are covered with subtropical thorn forest, characterized by thorny bushes and shrubs like Cactus, Aerva (Aerva tomentosa), and Zizyphus species.

3. Evergreen Forest: In the valleys and along the streams, there are patches of evergreen forest consisting of trees like Mango (Mangifera indica), Jamun (Syzygium cumini), and Pipal (Ficus religiosa).

4. Medicinal Plants: The sanctuary also houses various medicinal plants, including Aloe vera, Ashwagandha (Withania somnifera), and Brahmi (Bacopa monnieri).

Fauna:

1. Leopard: Mount Abu Wildlife Sanctuary is known for its leopard population. These elusive cats are spotted from time to time in the sanctuary.

2. Sambar Deer: One of the largest deer species found in India, the Sambar (Rusa unicolor) is a common sight in the sanctuary. It is known for its majestic appearance and large antlers.

3. Indian Wild Boar: The sanctuary is also home to the Indian Wild Boar (Sus scrofa), a sturdy and robust animal with characteristic dark bristles on its back.

4. Indian Pangolin: The Indian Pangolin (Manis crassicaudata) is a unique mammal found in the sanctuary. It has a scaly appearance and feeds mainly on ants and termites.

5. Common Langur: The sanctuary is inhabited by the Common Langur (Semnopithecus entellus), a species of monkey. These langurs are known for their gray fur and long tails.

6. Indian Flying Fox: Also known as the Greater Indian Fruit Bat (Pteropus giganteus), the Indian Flying Fox can be found in large numbers in the sanctuary. They are important pollinators and seed dispersers.

7. Various Birds: Mount Abu Wildlife Sanctuary is a paradise for bird enthusiasts. It is home to a variety of bird species, including the Indian Peafowl, Grey Junglefowl, Yellow-footed Green Pigeon, Plum-headed Parakeet, and many more.

These are just a few examples of the flora and fauna found in the Mount Abu Wildlife Sanctuary. The sanctuary's diverse ecosystem supports a range of species, making it a significant conservation area in the region.

How to Reach Mount Abu Wildlife Sanctuary

Reaching the Mount Abu Wildlife Sanctuary is relatively easy, and here is a paragraph on how to get there:

The Mount Abu Wildlife Sanctuary is located in the Aravalli Range of Rajasthan, near the town of Mount Abu. Here are a few ways to reach the sanctuary:

- By Air: The nearest airport to Mount Abu is Udaipur Airport, which is well-connected to major cities in India. From the airport, you can hire a taxi or take a bus to reach the sanctuary, which is approximately 180 kilometers away.

- By Train: The nearest railway station to Mount Abu is Abu Road Railway Station, which is well-connected to major cities like Delhi, Mumbai, and Jaipur. From the railway station, you can hire a taxi or take a local bus to reach the sanctuary, which is around 30 kilometers away.

- By Road: Mount Abu is well-connected by road to major cities in Rajasthan and neighboring states. You can drive to the sanctuary or take a bus from cities like Udaipur, Ahmedabad, and Jaipur. Local buses and taxis are also available from Mount Abu town to reach the sanctuary.

Once you reach Mount Abu, you can hire a local guide or take a safari tour to explore the wildlife sanctuary. It is advisable to check the timings and entry requirements before planning your visit. If you are looking for visit these places in Mount Abu then, I recommend you the best taxi service in Jodhpur named Jodhpur Cab Service. Jodhpur Cab Service provides there customer best services by their chauffeur.

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projectlandscapeltd · 10 months

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Top Parks to Visit near Calgary

Calgary, the vibrant city nestled in the Canadian province of Alberta, is not only known for its bustling urban life and skyscrapers but also for its proximity to breathtaking natural beauty. Surrounding Calgary are numerous parks that offer a perfect escape from the city's hustle and bustle, allowing visitors to immerse themselves in the serenity of nature. Whether you're a nature enthusiast, an adventure seeker, or simply looking for a peaceful retreat, these top parks near Calgary are must-visit destinations.

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Griffith Woods Park

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Griffith Woods Park lies along the banks of the Elbow River in the southwest part of the city. The park was created in 2000 and named after Wilbur Griffith who, with his wife Betty, donated a portion of their estate to The City of Calgary to be set aside as a nature preserve. Griffith Woods is habitat to a wide variety of flora and fauna including orchids, moose, deer, a variety of birds and its unique and sensitive natural spruce and balsam poplar forest. It is designated as a special protection natural environment park.

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Weaselhead Flats

Weaselhead Flats lay at the mouth of the Elbow River in the southwest part of the city. The park was created in the early 1980s and occupies about 237 hectares. The origin of the name is uncertain but it is likely named after the Tsuu T'ina Chief Weaselhead who was in power at the time of European contact.

Along with the delta, the Weaselhead Flats contain a fast flowing river, the Elbow, which was once called the "Swift River". There are also "oxbow wetlands" which are formed when the river takes a shortcut, thereby isolating a bend. The bend is maintained as a wetland by spring flooding or rainfall. The cliff face on the north side provides an excellent view of the silts deposited on the bottom of "Glacial Lake Calgary", which covered much of this area at the end of the last glaciation.

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healinghoneybee · 10 months

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Summer apricots and peaches

Have you ever wanted to craft a beautiful ending? Mold a story into its sad but beautiful hallucination. The periwinkle silvery tinsel castle-great-hall promise it holds. Re-make it into something healing to keep and hold, but it just wouldn’t budge?

I want to honor our time with a caring and considerate departure, but over the course of this little life of mine, since I woke up in a bed with a small stain of blood in my lap, I’ve been wide awake gathering the crumbs of self-respect, and it’s finally added up to enough. Every time I try to ignore the missing recognition of my heart’s losses and let downs, I sense the story’s beauty unfulfilled. In order to make beautiful, please just give me a whisper if you can? Will you read my poem or attend a little ritual of mine, to honor my soul’s capacity for grief and therefore love? It would mean more to me if you came.

I know that I am worth even more than shimmery heartbreak orgasm crying release room moment. I see the magic and I will dance with you and hold your hand if you first whisper to me,

“You can be sad – I know you deserve more than this. I am sorry if I sang the loveliest of songs and put coloured crayon dreams in your precious notebooks that sounded like I will want more of this for some time. More of ants biting beach bums and warm lake swims where I want to stay in for a while. Maybe, I should have told you I might be uncertain and I care about you so I wish you to know the possibility that a man is not his summer song. I wish you to join me and hold these things but only like a summer sunset or starry meteor flash, if that is what you want, too. I don’t want you to give that up (please don’t) but I want to respect that you can. I want you to be free if you know that more bruises will hurt and rot your peach heart just a little too much in the fall. Once I heard about your pretty bruises in a boat left just for us and how you’ve been collecting crumbs to make a crumble, and oh, wow. How I admire that time and space you’ve taken to recover and craft yourself. I want to give you more but I am starting to love your peach heart. So I will apologize if from the beginning I never said, “Careful, darling. I’ll give you what I can and I feel like it’s a lot of love to give but it may fall short of all your capacities. I don’t want your hope to bruise deep in a sudden ladder fall from harvest trees. Please don’t climb too high, love, and take only a basket. Your heights are beautiful and for that reason, I won’t pretend to meet you all the way there. I want you to be brave and enjoy, but don’t forget your homemade crumble that allows you to wait. I know I pull you towards magic but you are also so sweet and full that given the choice, you do not need to open the door to anyone, including me. You say your favourite is ripe apricots like the ones from your grandparents orchards in Stoney Creek. I’m kind of in awe and I kind of don’t believe you. Who doesn’t want to Lady-and-the-Tramp a peach and laugh as the nectar dribbles down our chins and wrists and feeds our stomach gut pals with sweetness? Who can survive off apricots alone, with companions that are kind but don’t set our hearts ablaze? I think you deserve both and all the fruits of your labour. I want that for you, but my darling, maybe not from me or right now. One of these days.”

I’ve been wishing for you to acknowledge my sad silent broken brave hope. Hope for more days of just us and some music and silent tandem reading, more days to hold your curly-haired head in my lap, or walk through old forgotten mountain cities with weed footstep reverberations where I let myself feel the ground so solidly. My body was waking up and I was starting to feel safe and powerful and like a goddess feeling my body reverberations. I think you could not see the possibilities of my grounded awakening. I did not speak it – did you notice? If you looked far enough and see plainly what is in front of you, you could see my awakening born from blood in my lap and summer apricots and peaches and see the gifts that such life mysteries bring. If you truly saw me, you would not think that sharing our paths would stunt your growth and introspection. I bow to introspection, I’ve spent years in it. I believe our lives can be spacious, and you can have your sweet independence and eat your peaches too. I know solidly that it is not possible for me to lose the individuality that I’ve been marinating in and building alone for my whole damn life. I am not stopping you from growth, so tell me the truth. That you just do not love me as much as you painted in your offering of words and plans and songs and intimate nights.

If I can be totally honest, it was only just a handful of years ago that I shared peaches with someone else and we faced each other in a boat because we had to keep admiring each other and then I had a nasty fall. Has your heart ever bruised through your thin and fuzzy and sacred skin? It might be healing if you saw my bruises and showed yours and understood and felt it just for a moment with me. Recently, the person who gave me the blood in my lap sat with me. He read my bruise poems and I felt cared for. I saw the ending I knew we both had the potential for, and we wrapped it with a bow.

You only just laughed and blew me a kiss. I think you might have shed a tear once beside me but I didn’t know if it was for me. I wasn’t ready for it. You deflected and hung it up there, as I was asking you to sit with me in my disappointment and reflect back to me the worth of my peach and apricot crumble. And then my anger grew and baked until it burnt the sweetness I wanted to give to you or keep.

You said you wanted to be my mirror and reflect. In the ending, can you reflect my awakening you were a part of? I’m left with a peach and apricot crumble in the fall and no one to eat it with me. I was left a silent space where I had been carving out room to build our trust. Where I made space to learn and practice and live out and grow my capacity for love and share the rich inner life I’ve built inside. Can you apologize for the songs you sung to coax me higher up the tree and left me for a nasty fall? Even though I agree the songs were nice and you are not bad. I hold it gently now. I am able to bruise like peaches and still be the most fuzzy, juicy, farmers market friendly faces special treat.

I am capable, but I desire more. I want informed consent and choice. I am awake to the pulling reassurances and too-early in its excitement romance plans that tell me to enjoy! trust! open! love! what may only be another sunburn summer love. I want to approach love in my way, that honors my experience. I am relying on myself to recognize the signs when others are not reliable. To make curious space and respect your ways that I cannot love up close, out of respect for myself. And now that I’ve seen it as possible, I trust how it feels right and look for those who are trying to engage with and practice accountability, apology, repair and being with uncomfortable feelings.

Can you acknowledge that you sang a crisp and enticing tune that sounded a little deceiving, a little more than just summer? Can you please whisper sorry and ice my bruisey knees one last time, at least for a moment after the ferry when the larches are out? After I’ve recovered from shock and came down from Slovenian alpine planina villages and “I’ll be okays” to the frigid Canadian winter for which we cannot bypass when our heart has loved as mine does. I am worth a plain conversation after purple alleyway rooms. Read my poem and whisper something to me. And I will wrap this up in lavender tinsel bow and call you my summer peach friend.

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