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#I am twenty-nine (29) years old
inverse-problem · 6 months
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I wonder if people on here are aware of how old I am (from my header or something) or if some people just get occasionally get jumpscared by me suddenly alluding to events that happened 15 years ago and do a double-take lol
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carcrash429 · 1 year
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FIC REC FRIDAY
(template acquired from @sugaraddictarchangels)
Incandescent by skoosiepants (@pantstomatch)
Rated: T for Teen
Warnings: None
Relationships: Bucky/Clint
Summary:
Bucky tries to murder Steve with a glare, but Steve doesn't take an order he doesn't believe in, and doesn't offer anything he isn't prepared to back up with his whole soul. It's one of the things Bucky both loves and hates about him.
"Sheppard's gonna have a field day," Stark says gleefully, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "C'mon, blue eyes, the first step's a doozy."
Or –
Team Rogers finds Clint in trouble on an alien world and bring him home. A Stargate Atlantis AU.
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Clint can shoot an arrow at a bullseye two hundred feet away with his eyes closed.
He's bendy. He does handstands and walks across tables. He swings up into the rafters of the ‘gate room because using stairs takes too long.
Bucky's knees crack when he crouches down to pick up a dropped fork.
He's in shape, he's in great shape, and he's more active now than he ever was on base back on earth, but he also wears a brace on his left knee, and reading glasses for books, and if he were at home he has a sneaking, depressing suspicion that he'd have trouble driving at night.
Clint makes him feel old, and the only fucking reason that it matters at all is because he's definitely, maybe gotten a little crush.
Bucky feels beat and old, even though he's twenty-nine and lied like a rug to Steve about it—Steve's hilariously susceptible at 5:30 AM—and Clint’s probably a good ten years younger than him and also an alien.
It's never going to work.
Notes: Recommending this one today out of solidarity with Bucky because I am 29 tomorrow and recently discovered I have trouble driving at night :(
But seriously it's super cute, it's very funny, it's also a *great* SGA AU but you don't have to have seen that show to enjoy the fic
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“FUCK ME???? WHAT? FUCK YOU! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!” I screamed out, facing him with my one good eye, the entirety of my face red.
Maaan!!! The facepalm I made for this😭😭🤌🤌
“Hahahaha…. HOW MUCH OF AN IDIOT ARE YOU, TED?!”
1000/100 in a 1 to 100 scala with 100 being full on idiot /affectionately
While Bob had the build of a wrestler and was part of the wrestling team at his local high school way back when, as he’s told me many times…. I was never one for physical activities, and Bob could probably snap me in half had a fight broke out between us.
And you secretly love it Ted🤭😏, tell us the truth you are not telling yourself Ted~
“WHY DO YOU CARE ANYWAYS?!”
“WHY DO I- OH MY GOD, YOU ARE A MORON!”
"AM NOT"
YES YOU ARE!!!🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ Omgosh Ted...🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️
I heard a stifled gasp, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sun, Moon, and their handler…staring at us… and were all eating popcorn
No. Fucking. Way. You just did that😭😂🤌😭😂😭😂😭😂😭🤌🤌
I am howling🤣🤣🤣🤣
Who want some?🍿🍿
Despite my better judgment, I handed Bob my phone with no hesitation. Maybe I should have rethought that.
Ted... your actual feelings are dripping through your "I don't care mask"🤭😏🤭
"Actually!!!!" Moon spoke up, causing me to jump. I forgot they were watching this whole interaction with rapt interest. "His shift just ended, can you walk him to the doors, Bobert?"
I never ever thought Moon would be such a good matchmaker😂💞 Go Moon gooo!!!
“Uncle Bobert’s maaaaaaaad….” Moon drawled out.
UNCLE?!?!?
What.
Same Ted same😂😂😂🤌🤌🤌🤌UnCLe???
“You would die without us~!” They announced in unison as Moon dramatically fell into Sun’s arms, seeming to sprout a white funeral Lilly in his closed hands out of nowhere
The ☆theatrics☆ 😂😂 I love this 2 so much♡
I should slap him back.
Nuuuuuu!! Ted! TED!!! *shakes him*
We love you!! They all love you!! Don't be a moron like meeeee!!!!
“I’m not that old! I’m only twenty-nine! ”
JUST 29??? Did I read that correctly??😧
Agree with the reactions of everybody else!
“Pshhh... Easy. Thirty-four!” I replied cockily.
No...no.nononononununuuu🥺 oh our baby💔 he is just a baaaaabyyyy🥺🥺🥺 poor thing
Aww♡ the ending notes♡ thanks for the meal🥺💞🥺🥺😊🥰
I want everyone to remember that Ted is bad at reading people, so if he says someone looks like they're feeling a certain way, it's probably wrong. XD
And yes, Ted does love that Bob could crush him with his arms.
Moon and Sun are both trying to push Ted on Bob. Just cause they kinda knew about Bob's crush for awhile, but didn't ask to confirm. LOL well, now they know, and they figure even if they don't get together Bob would be better at Talking to Ted then they can. Sometimes they just don't have the spoons for dealing with their Dad.
Yup Our Teddy is 34 years old. Bob is only five years older and has a birthday approaching.
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theartofdreaming1 · 9 months
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Some random venting re: Chapter 3 of The Blue Castle
“Doss will be sure to ketch them,” she foreboded.
“Doss must not go where she is likely to catch mumps,” said Mrs. Frederick shortly.
“Doss” is sitting right there with you at the table; why are you talking about her like she isn’t here?!
“I think,” said Mrs. Frederick, “that if a person makes up her mind not to have colds she will not have colds.” 
Sure... The power of wishful thinking - just make up your mind not to get Tetanus and grab that rusty nail for me, won’t you?!
“Mother,” she said timidly, “would you mind calling me Valancy after this? Doss seems so—so—I don’t like it.” [...]
“What is the matter with Doss?”
“It—seems so childish,” faltered Valancy.
“Oh!” Mrs. Frederick had been a Wansbarra and the Wansbarra smile was not an asset. “I see. Well, it should suit you then. You are childish enough in all conscience, my dear child.”
“I am twenty-nine,” said the dear child desperately.
“I wouldn’t proclaim it from the house-tops if I were you, dear,” said Mrs. Frederick. “Twenty-nine! I had been married nine years when I was twenty-nine.” 
Oh my gosh, just call your daughter by her name if she prefers it, geez! Also, pick a lane - either 29 is “old” or childlike, it can’t be both!
Valancy wondered pitifully what it would be like to be wanted by some one—needed by some one. No one in the whole world needed her, or would miss anything from life if she dropped suddenly out of it. She was a disappointment to her mother. No one loved her. She had never so much as had a girl friend.
“I haven’t even a gift for friendship,” she had once admitted to herself pitifully.
My heart!😭 Poor Valancy! As soon as I figure out how to travel into the pages of a book I’m gonna grab Valancy and remove her from her awful family
Idleness was a cardinal sin in the Stirling household. When Valancy had been a child she had been made to write down every night, in a small, hated, black notebook, all the minutes she had spent in idleness that day. On Sundays her mother made her tot them up and pray over them.
Wth?! This controlling and shaming Valency for showing agency and doing what she wants to do started early, I see... It’s a shame that “being an enormous prick” is not considered a cardinal sin in this household...
“I want to get a book from the library.”
“You got a book from the library only last week.”
“No, it was four weeks.”
“Four weeks. Nonsense!”
“Really it was, Mother.”
“You are mistaken. It cannot possibly have been more than two weeks. I dislike contradiction. And I do not see what you want to get a book for, anyhow. You waste too much time reading.”
Yeah, well, and I dislike people talking out of their ass, but alas... we can’t always get what we want...
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6, 13, 17, 20, 21, 22, 25, 26, 29, 35, 47, 50, 55, 57 (purple), 62, 66
6. Who's an artist you really like but it's embarrassing to admit it? i don't really have any music that i'm embarrassed to listen to.
13. Who’s the most popular/mainstream artist you listen to? lady gaga, probably.
17. A song or album from the 80s: i've been listening to pretty hate machine basically on a loop for the past few weeks
20. A song or album from the 2010s: my sweet baby danger days i will always love danger days
21. A song or album from this year or last year:
22. What’s your favorite song or album from the year you where born?
25. Is there a song you used to like but can’t listen to anymore because you associate it with someone you don’t like? i guess i associate caraphernelia by pierce the veil with this guy i used to know and .dislike somewhat. but i just sort of grew out of ptv anyways.
26. Have you ever pretended to like an artist/song just to fit in or please somebody? yeah i pretended to like sleeping with sirens for a couple of years because my best friend at the time liked them. i do not like sleeping with sirens. the only song of theirs i can stand is their cover of iris, which i actually folded into my personality as a 14 year old or whatever.
29. Songs you love to dance to:
35. A song you like in a language you don’t speak:
47. Is there an artist you used to dislike but learned to like because of a friend’s influence? i mean there are certainly artists i wrote off, but never anything i've disliked really. or at least nothing can recall right now.
50. Is there an artist you used to love as a child/teenager but now is embarrassed to have ever liked? YES oh my god i was like a panic! at the disco melanie martinez twenty one pilots fuck.
55. An album you learned to love after listening to it again and again:
57. [Send me a color and I'll tell you the first song it reminded me of.] [purple]
62. Artists/bands you think have an impeccable discography, with no bad albums: deftones has an insane discography. i have never not liked a deftones song.
66. Share your favorite playlists that you or someone else has made! this was an attention whore question to ask because you know it's one of yours. but this has been at the top of my pinned playlists since you made it.
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3gglady · 4 months
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2/6/29 :]
TWO: Longest Fic read:
I’ll split by my main fandoms!!
Persona 5+4 slot. I read alot of REALLY LONG persons works but I think this is the biggest? Not sure.
Death note? I’m certain I’ve read bigger but I’m taking a chance since this once came to mind
ORV fic? Still haven’t finished this one since I only read certain fandoms on certain days.
SIX: favorite Fics!!!
I Hold Hands With Cosmic Entities
I fucking love this fic. Great premise. Wonderful execution. Made a friend off of it. They ended up moving to New York but still friendship.
Black sheep
It is going to be my Roman Empire one day. I have reread this one everytime I need a hype up. Love it.
Body of Art
Persona 5 fic. I am cursed by this fic. I can’t escape it. It follows my mind. The fact is hasn’t updated eats away at me. Like a curse. I reread it once a year.
(Not So) Blank Slate
This fic was what made me get into MatsuLight. I love it. I’ve read every single fic Obsidian wrote after reading.
TWENTY NINE: required fics:
metempsychosis
THIS THIS THIS. Required. Very good. Deserves to be loved and adored.
This fic brought me heaps of emotions and I was lucky enough to watch some of it come out. The notification got me running home.
The Shinigami wing deal
I HATE SMUT BUT THIS IS REQUIRED. THIS FIC WAS A CURSE. LIGHT IS A WHORE, THE CHARACTER’s ARE ALL OFF. PHEROMONES???
Must read it. You have too. You have to read the wing deal if you wanna read death note fanfics.
My 31 year old sister got into death note when I was a tot and they still read it. You read the wing deal.
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irishgolfadventure · 1 year
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In the Beginning
Welcome to Greg & Kim’s Irish Golf Adventure! If you’re reading this, you have successfully entered one of the longest url’s on the web, irishgolfadventure.tumblr.com!! I’m writing this one week prior to our departure on Sunday April 30th. We are busy preparing for our trip which will take us first to Boston and then on to Dublin, Ireland. We will be flying overnight so we’ll arrive at 8:30a on Monday May 1st. 
I’m not really sure how many will be following our trip, I’m assuming our family will be checking in quite often and a few of our friends who are avid golfers or just curious travelers! I’ll be trying to post text and pictures every day and possibly a few videos too. I think Kim is a little anxious about how smoothly things will go since I have planned and booked the entire trip. She knows how detailed of a person I am...not... so we’ll see if I was able to rise to the occasion and surprise her with a flawlessly planned and executed 30 days! Probably just jinxed myself with that last comment!
Our trip starts and ends in Dublin. And for 29 days we will be traversing Ireland by driving mostly along the coast. We will be heading north out of Dublin and traveling counter clockwise around the entire country. That sounds like a lot of driving but Ireland is really only about the same land mass size as Indiana. Just configured quite a bit differently. And with roadways that are much narrower and winding than what you would find in Indiana which makes driving times much longer to cover distances than normal in the U.S.
Here is a summarized version of our golf agenda. I’ll leave accommodations and non golf info for the daily blogs.
May 2 - Royal County Down -  Ireland Rank #1 World Ranking #1
May 3 - Ardglass Golf Club - Recommended by my new best friend, Tom Coyne, the author of A Golf Course Named Ireland.
May 4 - Portstewart Golf Club - Rank #21
May 5 - Royal Portrush - Rank #5  World Ranking #8
May 7 - Rosapenna - Old Tom Morris - Rank #32
May 8 - Rosapenna - St. Patrick’s - Rank #3
May 9 - Rosapenna - Sandy Hills - Rank #12
May 11 - Enniscrone - Rank #15
May 12 - Carne - Rank #14
May 13 - Strandhills Rank - Rank #39
May 14 - County Sligo Golf Club (Rosses Point) - Rank #8 World Ranking #91
May 15 - Doonbeg - Trump International - Rank #9
May 17 - Lahinch - Rank #3 World Ranking #31
May 18 - Tralee - Rank #16
May 19 - Ballybunion (Old Course) - Rank #2 World Ranking #17
May 21 - Hogs Head - Rank #40
May 23 - Old Head - Rank#17 World Ranking #68
May 25 - Island Course - Rank #7
May 26 - County Louth - Rank #10
May 28 - Portmarneck - Rank #4 World Ranking #40
Twenty rounds in tweny nine days. Hope my back holds up! We have caddies for all of our rounds so that will help. If the average round of golf is a 5-6 mile walk, looks like I’m going to put somewhere between 100 - 120 miles on these 69 year old legs in the month of May. Let’s hope it’s not as John Feinstein’s book is titled, A Good Walk Spoiled!!
Look forward to writing all about this trip as we go and hope you will enjoy reading it. My next blog post will be May 1st. Please feel free to comment and send the blog post url to anyone who might be interested in tagging along!! gb
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marijayne-writing · 1 year
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I posted 1,108 times in 2022
That's 252 more posts than 2021!
34 posts created (3%)
1,074 posts reblogged (97%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@stardust948
@cynical-mystic
@juldooz-atla
@anarchy-and-asexuality
@zkbigbang
I tagged 1,005 of my posts in 2022
Only 9% of my posts had no tags
#zutara - 257 posts
#atla - 103 posts
#real life - 103 posts
#zuko - 62 posts
#zutara fanart - 51 posts
#zutara big bang 2022 - 37 posts
#katara - 35 posts
#zutara month 2022 - 35 posts
#fanart - 32 posts
#oh - 30 posts
Longest Tag: 115 characters
#my rant would be about the interception of hipaa and therapeutic privilege and the impact on kids in county custody
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
two cold cases and three hot months in ba sing se
oh hey, I forgot to mention here that I have a little miniseries going for zutara month, 4 out of 6 chapters are already up!
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#4
spark, set fire
I promise I actually have been writing this whole time. And to prove it, I've finally posted the prologue to my new fic spark, set fire. I hope you enjoy; here's the teaser:
Zuko was twenty-nine years old. He’d had coworkers with children and well-meaning neighbors who stopped him during morning runs to chat, their young progeny sleeping away in jogging strollers. “You’ll fall in love at first sight,” they’d told him. He had known he wouldn’t. Love at first sight wasn’t for him.  He had been right, he realized, with grim satisfaction. He had been right, but he still felt a piercing tightness in his chest when he held her for the first time in the sanitized Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. She had no one, and neither did he. He couldn’t do much in his yellow paper gown and stockinged feet. But he could be someone that she might depend on. He had no idea what he was doing, no idea how he would do it. But he vowed to her, nearly weightless in his arms, that he would not give up on her without a fight. 
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#3
chance encounters
after an entire month (I am so, so sorry) chapter 18 (chosen) is finally up.
It's not the last chapter anymore, because I'm not quite done but I didn't want you to have to wait either.
thank you for reading. I'm so grateful for you.
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#2
two cold cases and three hot months in ba sing se
chapter two, a lot of things are different here, is up - in which Katara gets another piece of the puzzle.
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My #1 post of 2022
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Hi MJ! So I read your latest chapter, and I didn't get a chance to comment yet, but it absolutely inspired me, so here is a visual of my favourite moment <3 thank you for writing probably my fav fic so far! <3
squeeeeeeeee this is BEAUTIFUL and I am beside myself. wowsa @lizanthium, your talent is amazing and I love that you captured this moment so well and I am so grateful and humbled.
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justannie · 2 years
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ANNIE COVE ( SHE/HER ) is a CIS FEMALE, TWENTY NINE year old OWNER OF FLOSSIE’S FLORIST who has been living in Moorbrooke for THREE YEARS. They were born on JANUARY 23RD and right now, they are currently residing in REDGRAVE GROVE. It has been said that they look suspiciously like LUCY HALE and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose TORN by LISA AJAX. 
hi, hello, hey! i’m tea, and i havn’t been in a rp forever. so, please excuse me whilst i try to figure out formatting and everything again! i’m so excited to be here, and bring little annie to life! 
annie cove . 29 . she / her . pansexual . widow.
b a c k s t o r y
annie  had a nice, clean and loving childhood. no scandals, no secrets and nothing but loving and understanding adults. she did good in school, and had her eyes set on becoming a doctor. annie went trough highschool as a somewhat popular and overall happy teenager. and then she started college, and that’s when things started going wrong.
- TW : abuse, fire, arson, death.-
or, they didn’t go south because she started college, but because she met pete. pete was charming and persistent, and annie fell head over heals. he showered her in gifts, compliments and attention. she was on cloud nine, altough her family never really liked pete. soon enough, the gifts and compliments stopped coming. the attention stayed, however it changed character. pete needed to know everything, all the time. he became controlling, and eventually he became violent. annie became a silent and scared shadow of her former self.
annie left college after just two years, to become a stay at home wife to pete. it was what he wanted, and she didn’t know anything other than his wishes at that point. her family tried multiple times to get her to come home, but they never realised just how bad it was. the nightmare that was annie’s life went on for three more years, before coming to an abrupt end.
pete was angrier than ever, because annie had finally decided to leave. she tried to pack and leave in the night, when he wouldn’t notice. but he did, and he started accusing her of leaving for another man. she wasn’t though, she was leaving to save her own life. pete got so mad, that he decided to set the house on fire. his reasoning, was that if they weren’t together they might as well be dead.
annie managed to get out of the house fairly quickly, escaping with just some smoke in her lungs and burns on her legs. pete however, never made it out at all. the fire was ruled an accident, and annie became a widow.
- end of TW -
she got out, alive. from the house, yeah. but also from the relationship. annie left the town they were in, and moved to moorbrooke. because that’s where her parents had moved a few years earlier, and because she wanted a fresh start.
she isn’t the same carefree, loving and social person she was before pete. but she tries to get back to the person she want’s to be.
buying the florist shop was a way to make a future for herself and have something that was just hers. that she could decide over however she wanted, after living with someone controlling her every move for so long.
p e r s o n a l i t y
caring. kind. problemsolver. bubbly.
clumsy. skittish. emotional.
annie is a good friend. she bakes you cookies if you'r sick and will always come to rescue you whenever you need it. she’s funny, can solve almost any problem and likes to do spontanious things.
but, she is scarred by her past and afriad to let people in. she doesn’t trust easily, and is quick to judge someones behaviours. she want’s to find real friends and relationships, but she has a hard time letting her guard down.
she’s not easy, but she is worth it.
when it comes to connections, i am open to most things. she could really use some friends, maybe an employee, neighboor or family friend. also someone her parents are trying to set her up with, the first person she slept with after her husband (she most likley woke up in panic), a sibling, a cousin, someone she used to be friends with and lost contact with during her marriage, someone that is a regular at her shop. but like i said, i’m open to most things! 
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jacoboh · 1 year
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. . . dependent original character for nightrestrp : JACOB OH \
more links : pinterest. connections. playlist.
[ song kang, cis man, he/him ] - was that JACOB OH i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-NINE year old who has been in nightrest for THEIR ENTIRE LIFE and works as a/an MATH TEACHER has a reputation of being GENTLE, but also WITHDRAWN. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with A BOOKSHELF FILLED WITH TEXTBOOKS, KIND EYES AND A SMILE TO MATCH, & NEUTRAL COLORED CLOTHING . let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.
BASIC INFORMATION:
FULL NAME: Jacob Seo-Joon Oh
NICKNAMES: Jake
DATE OF BIRTH: March 1st, 1994 (29)
ETHNICITY: Korean
FACE CLAIM: Song Kang
HAIR & EYE COLOR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT: 6’2"
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: multiple tattoos
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: unlabeled
OCCUPATION: math teacher
LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, italian, korean
BACKGROUND:
Born into a wealthy family who resides in Stoughton Estates. His parents own a large tech company with headquarters in the US and Korea. His parents were alright, certainly not the most attentive towards him but Jacob grew up having a fairly normal life. He was mainly raised by a lot of nannies and maids, because of his parents profession. His father worked a lot and his mother probably cared a bit too much about their families image, always the type to go off to brunches and dinners every day.
Was a bit quiet and shy growing up, was very into his studies as a kid, and was never the kind to cause trouble. Extremely intelligent, Jacob excelled in subjects like math and science as a young child, at the top of his class throughout school. While he was more studious, he also played football starting from middle school all the way until graduation, definitely the athletic type. Though he was known as popular and charming, he never had any girlfriends or flings, making excuses that he was too busy or focused on his grades. He'd even go on a few blind dates, or be asked out by girls, but he'd turn everyone down and cut his dates short. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in them, it was just he felt like it wasn't something he particularly wanted, football and grades a higher priority.
Top of his class and considered a star student at Wardell Academy, he went to Harvard after high school, getting in on early acceptance and also the starting quarterback for the football team during his undergraduate years. He'd grow out of his shell more during his time away, going to parties and even a few dates, though he still would never have a girlfriend after years away. Though he had a spot in his family's company waiting for him, he chose not to join the company, instead wanting to become a teacher, getting his bachelor's in mathematics, and his master's in business before moving back home and getting a place in Ashmore.
HEADCANONS
he's a virgin :/ not by choice it's just never happened but he's also not embarrassed about it (like i am) he's not a virgin anymore thank u kat
has probably gone on a bunch of dates, set up by friends or his parents even, but nothing ever sticks and he usually doesn't follow through with a second date
he does like to go out after work and drink, but isn't the type to get drunk and make dumb mistakes
has a few tattoos, all very artsy and things he gave a lot of thought
super smart, like super super smart. with books and school. otherwise, he's a little silly and dumb (especially when it comes to girls)
very much a rule-follower. probably because of his upbringing but he's just not the kind to rebel
with his family being wealthy he naturally has a trust fund, but he never talks about it despite it being obvious
he's a very gentle person, doesn't really raise his voice or get mad. maybe a bit naive, but does sort of see the good in most people, unless they're really awful
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patrice-bergerons · 1 year
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ALEX WHEN DID YOU TURN TWENTY-NINE DID I MISS YOUR BIRTHDAY TWO YEARS IN A ROW OR WAS IT THIS YEAR THAT I FORGOT?????? I SWEAR IT WAS LAST YEAR??? HOW OLD AM I???????????
Just this year - I am your senpai (by like 6 months but sshh) so I did indeed sadly turn 29 this year. But also no one can blame you man, time has disintegrated in the covid pandemic and is yet to integrate back together again so days and years mean nothing to me these days either 💖
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jerrymaynard2 · 1 year
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What exactly is Pastor?
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Is it a friend or relative who dresses with fine suits together with walks tall within the pulpit? No, this can be a fashion model; that could be someone who murmurs every Sunday and additionally Wednesday to a specify group of people about the message of God and related subjects? zero that is a preacher;
JerryMaynard.com Therefore , what is a Pastor? Your pastor is not some sort of evangelist, is not some sort of public speaker, is not some church representative, is not really the owner or officer of a building the spot where the congregation gathers, A good pastor is not your minister who is versed in theology and also who can speak elegant words, is not a good charismatic individual who appeals to great crowds, and the most importantly, a Pastor is not God.
Which means let us search your Dictionaries to see precisely what they tell us everything that being a Pastor is normally!
The Merriam Webster says a Pastor come from the outdated English word Pastour which means Herdsman, some sort of word generated through the Latin pascere which often translates to feed in addition to from the word Field. In other words the Speech translation for pastor etymologically is person who feeds a herd. Another present day etymology for pastor is a clergyman, or even spiritual overseer.
The thought of we use at present for pastor can be described as translation for the statement Shepherd, a phrase which means a person whom guards, tends, nourishes a group of sheep, you'll find it means according to the book, a person who insures, guides and timepieces over a person or simply a group of people. Do those word mean to see me that a one that is the head on the church that collects hundreds or countless people and exactly who preaches to them at times is not a pastor?
Are these phrases telling me if you have a person that administers along with controls the issues of a church is absolutely not a Pastor? Let's find out what the Type tells us with this. The Old Testament registers the word Shepherd 173 times, together with in all instances the application refers to a person which feed the lamb, (Genesis 29: 7) or feed people spiritually with The lord's word. (Jeremiah 3: 15) "Then I can give you shepherds when my own heart, which will lead you along with knowledge and understanding"
The New Testament brings up the word Shepherd twenty nine times, mostly dealing with Jesus, or the term is used by Christ; and in all conditions it establishes equivalence between the Spiritual assistance and teaching, along with the caring of people, with this of the work of an Shepherd in the discipline tending the lambs. (John 10: 11-16) "I am the great Shepherd. The good shepherd lays down this life for her sheep", (John 21 years old: 15-17) "feed your sheep", (Acts 20: 28-29) "Be shepherds of the church associated with God".
In other words, we've no instance associated with a pastor being with the exception of a shepherd, people who dedicates their life to usually the church from Christ Jesus, somebody who is willing to make his life with the congregation, a person that's dedicated to spiritually serving those under your partner's care, to foster them to take these by the hand and additionally prepare them with regard to growth that they their selves will be at some point happy to become ministers for the word. A pastor is a leader who will be in charge of personally attending to the needs, the psychic needs of the members. How can it often be a reality that a Someone be in charge to a congregation of 500 people and look subsequent to their spiritual requirements and tend to him or her and feed after that and know these individuals personally (john 10: 14).
How can some pastor know if your family is slipping apart, when a spouse has lost this job and can't feed his family unit, when a member of the family is there to distress over sin or life complications, when He must take care of the supervision and finances in addition to organization of 2000 souls? How can your Pastor feed her sheep if They are busy choosing modern style of preaching attire, if he is utilized taking one speaking engagement after some other outside of his religious. How can a man phone Himself a Pastor, or allow various to call him or her a pastor, as soon as He does not also know his lamb by name, or simply when his lambs only see your ex once a month., how can humanity tell others they are a pastor any time He is not in that respect there when " that wolf attacks this flock and scatters it" (John 10: 12).
I believe there is functions that fellas of God love to take that are a good blessing to them and then to the Kingdom with God, and I do think that God respects those who take at themselves to follow Goodness Commands in their names, whichever this may be. Whether it's in missions, and preaching, or evangelizing, or having big congregations. All these events honor God along with help expand your Kingdom, yet they must be done Biblically, together with called what a Bible calls all of them. A congregation which unfortunately gets too large to become handle by a Pastor, should be as well divided into small churches, or delegate group Pastors to deal with their care.
Some sort of church can have 20, 000 members, that is definitely perfectly fine, perhaps even have a Sunday assistance where everyone is alongside one another if that is the way the leaders want to work with it, but almost any congregation larger this 200 people must be divided and given a Pastor so that you can each group, in such a manner the sheep will present a shepherd they will know and believe, a shepherd they are follow, who can information them spiritually and additionally feed them the expression, someone they can employ a relationship with, people they can approach within times of have.
A Pastor who has got too many preaching sites to be away from his dwelling church, and would you not dedicate some time to tend to their sheep should consider whether reducing or removing altogether the destinations and focus on your partner's flock or to allocate a Pastor to tend the sheep with the intention that he can continue together with the call that Our god has set in this heart.
A pastor whose concerns can be bent on maintenance and finances and also the worries of day by day operation of the rec center, should reconsider her position, go on their needs and plead with to God meant for direction, because that isn't the Job of a pastor, he should determine those tasks to somewhat of a trusted member of that church if the house of worship is small so they can an elder knowledgeable in the mater, and also find an outside individual that specializes in doing this form of work for a expense. The intended function of this words around no other nonetheless to bring conviction to be able to those who are pastors inside need to refocus their own purpose and ones own calling; and suggestions to those who have to have a pastor, so they can more desirable understand the type of chapel they may want to be with and the type of shepherd they want to trust your spiritual growth to help.
"You will go out there in joy and stay led forth within peace; the hills and hills could burst into vocals before you, and many of the trees of the domain will clap their particular hands". (Isaiah fityfive: 12) May god continue blessing all of us! Amen
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Day Twenty-Nine, Family
Pittyober Day 29- Labyrinth/Family
December twenty-second was always such a dark and cold night, but then again nearly all nights in Darkmoor were dark and cold. But Erin was out past her curfew overlooking the distant purple skyway from her spot on the top of her tree. It wasn't just any tree, it was hers. She had claimed it for her own a few years back, and it was her favorite place to climb, to watch…and to mess with her father like she was doing now. Every so often she would play a game with him, and it was one of her favorite games: Erin would climb to the very tip-top of her tree, and her father would come to find her and bring her back home. It wasn’t a very fun game, it definitely was not as fun as chess, but the young nine-year-old girl found some joy in it. Erin shifted slightly in the tree branch she was settled on, picking a stray leaf out of her dark hair. He was taking longer than usual, but he had taken longer to find her before, and besides tomorrow was her birthday perhaps he had been preparing something special for her before everyone else arrived!
In the distance, she saw her father, Antione Devereaux, and his golden blonde hair as he approached her and her tree. She grinned, curling up on the tree limb she was settled on, bundling up her violet skirt around her in an attempt to disguise herself with the tree bark. Her father approached the tree with a huff, his hands placed in a faux worry on his hips as he looked around in search of his daughter. Erin couldn’t help but let out a small child-like giggle, before quickly clamping her hand which was covered by her oversized black sweater over her mouth.
“Now where could she be?” Antione questioned aloud, causing Erin to giggle again. She saw her father smile and shake his head with a sigh. He looked around in a fake search for her, “Maybe she’s…over here!” He looks between the leaves and branches of a nearby bush to no avail and frowned. “Maybe…no she couldn’t possibly,” he looked up at the tree, clearly seeing his daughter, but avoiding her gaze. She laughed loudly and her father raised his eyebrow, looking up at her with a hand hovering above his eyes, squinting. “Well I’ll be damned, there she is!” He laughed as he waved up to Erin, to which she reciprocated.
“You found me Tată!” She squealed with glee with a loud giggle.
Her father chuckled and shook his head, shoulders shaking. “Sorry I took so long copilul meu, your aunt had to run out to the market to get something for you.” He held out his arms for her to jump down into, something she had perfected after so many times. She hardly weighed anything, at least to her father. She briefly wondered how much longer she could continue this little game before hopping off her branch and into his arms with an oof as she collided with her father.
Erin nuzzled her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder with a soft smile. Her arms wrapped around the back of her father's neck, her legs wrapping around his torso as he supported her weight. She leaned back to look at her father as he began the walk back to their home. She grinned, showing off her missing tooth, “Is it a birthday present?”
“Well aren’t you a smart little girl,” Antione ruffled her black hair, messing it up more than it already was, she whined. 
“Can you tell me what it is?” She cocked her head, giving her father her puppy eyes. 
He looked at her for a moment before tearing his gaze away from her, “Nope, no, I am not falling for that again. You’ll find out tomorrow.”
“But Tată,” she whined mercilessly.
“No buts, Erin,” her father huffed. “You’ll find out what your aunt got you tomorrow.”
Erin perked up, “Is it a new aunt?”
Antione gave his daughter a bewildered look, “Now where in the realms did you come to that conclusion?”
She giggled, “She and Elena have been getting very close lately. I might be nine but I notice some things, dad.” She puffed out her cheeks defensively.
Her father simply shook his head as he opened the door to their home, kicking it shut behind them. “Well, I can promise you it is not a new aunt, though that option is not entirely off the table.”
Erin cheered sticking both her arms up in celebration before squeaking as her father plopped her on the couch. Squealing and kicking as he mercilessly tickled her sides. “Stop it, Tată!” She giggled.
Antione moved away, sitting back on the floor infront of her. “Okay, okay, I surrender, kid.” He shifted slightly, “Hey kiddo, could you stay here a second? There’s something I want to show you.”
She raised a brow, “Okay?” She waited as her father left, curling up into the corner of the couch, hugging her stuffed black cat that she had left there earlier. When she finally heard her father's footsteps coming back down the stairs from the second story she gasped. Sitting up on her knees, holding onto the side arm of the couch with a look of shock. In her father's arms was a jacket, not just any jacket, but his jacket from before he had a crew of his own. It was a deep shade of violet with floral and vine insignia, straps, and silver buttons. 
Her father held the jacket out for her, “Try it on.”
“Didn’t you always tell me not to touch it?” Erin asked awkwardly tentatively reaching out to rest her hand on the fabric. “And it won't fit,” her nose scrunched up, “it’s so big, I don’t think it will ever fit,” she admitted with a hint of sadness. 
“Of course it will,” Antione kneeled before her, gesturing for her to turn around, to which she complied. “And when it does, I will be the happiest father alive when I see it,” he guided her arms through the far too big sleeves, not that he seemed to mind. He turned her back around with a smile, cradling her cheek with one hand, the cool metal rings soothing her worries away, “And the only reason I didn’t want you to mess with it is so you can wear it when you get older, Erin. It will be yours one day. And I wanted it to be in perfect condition.” Her father guided her to a nearby mirror, allowing her to look at herself in it, “I think it suits you perfectly.”
She turned around to meet him with a smile, “You really think so, Tată?”
“I know so, copilul meu,” he smiled back at her, drawing her in for a hug. The moment was interrupted by the door of their home swinging open and slamming shut behind her aunt Jenny, or Jennifer, as she breathed heavily. Her father unwrapped his arms from Erin, ushering her back to the couch. He moved over to his sister, placing a calming hand on her shoulder as the two spoke in hushed voices, worry evident in their tone. Jennifer must have told him something horrible, because Antione took a step back, running a hand down his face before running a hand through his blonde hair. He squeezed his eyes shut before the both of them came over to the young nine-year-old Erin. Her father kneeled before Erin, his seafoam-green eyes staring directly into hers.
“Erin I need you to listen to me, and listen to me carefully, alright?” Her father asked cautiously, and Erin swallowed as she nodded. “We…I need you to run, okay? Run as far away as you can, as fast as you can.” She didnt move.
“Run, Erin.”
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Today I am obsessed with how YOUNG Mary is when she comes back from the dead, like man, the woman is 29. 29! TWENTY NINE!! She is an INFANT she is a BABY she has the blood of her FAMILY and the WORLD on her HANDS and I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF
TWENTY NINE! she wasn’t even thirty and she’s already lived two lives and lost both of them! she’s already been martyred and used as an altar at which her children must sacrifice everything! she’s the same age dean was when he sold his soul for sam! and she’s already sold her soul AND suffered for it! she comes back at barely the age when you understand the kind of person you’re going to be and she has the weight of decades of expectations and failures and vengeance in her name and on her back and her children are older than she ever got to be! they expect her to be what they remember, what they’ve heard, what they’ve suffered in the name of their whole lives! and she’s just a 29 year old who hasn’t figured out who she is yet. all she knows is everything she’s not and everyone she’s disappointing.
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