#Of course these community churches and Houses still exist

[solar-sunnyside-up]

hey! sorry to bother you, but is there anything a teen without transportation in a rural area can do on their own? im pretty isolated, and theres barely anything around me.

Hey ya sprout 🌱

**A disclaimer Punk comes with some risk socially. Particularly if your in a rural area this risk goes up bc people Know You and also typically these spaces have a different vibe to alt ppl in general. Some activities are more or less risky and I'll try and do my best to give you a range of stuff from the whole spectrum! Of course this is a generalization of rural areas. Some palaces will be more cool then others depending in so many factors I couldn't go into here**

Rural solarpunk

Your gunna been to pick a topic, sorry babe. In order to not burn yourself out and in order to feel like you have an impact your gunna have to pick a cause to chip away at but I'll give you ideas! And remember just bc your focusing on one thing doesn't mean your ignoring or not helping others. Everything is interconnected and any help, helps all!

So let's give you some ideas to focus on:

Libraries- as a teen in particular you'll have access to a library at school, but depending on how big your town is you might have a public one as well. Become their biggest supporter! They are a great safe space, even conservative ones are still a good place to go for archiving/loitering purposes. They give you spaces to print stuff, to build clubs and community.

Archiving- if you cannot leave your house due to access you can always do stuff online and hear me out, i know when we do stuff online it feels like half points. Like we arent doing anything. I feel that with this blog, it feels so passive no matter how hard you work youll feel lesser. But Archiving is vital to humans! Think of the anthropologists wholl thank you down the road! Plus it does actually give you a way to have a physical representative of work your doing. Dvds, pirating media and archiving them to drives, collecting vinyls/tapes/cds!

DIY- To fight against fast fashion (although that barely exists in the towns I've been in tbh) and to stick out** you could make your own patches, battlejackets, gloves, etc.. They are statement pieces you can wear whenever your in town/at school/social spaces that ppl know what you stand for and who you are. Depending on who/where you are this might be risky so take what you can bare ok? You don't have to wear these items too you can just make them for later on!

Little libraries/little pantries- in a rural space you have more Gruella tactics you can take if you do them in random abandoned spaces. You could build a waterproof little pantry and stock it and leave info somewhere about it for ppl to drop off/pick up items. Stock it with mittens! With canned goods! With books! You might be able to do a space like this at school/library depending in how cool your town is too!

Zines- You could look into making a zine and even if it's digital you could have the QR code for download in places (stickers on lamp posts, flyers in school bathrooms, hidden in a churches pamphlet stacks >.>) making a zine is a cool task that is time consuming and informative and fun!

Vandalism- like I said you can often print off stuff at Libraries, or usually you can find a place to print stuff off near or at post offices depending on how modern your rural space is. if you have your own printer this will reduce your risk by quite a bit though! Create/find stickers or posters you want to toss across town or even school. I'd recommend starting off with some stickers and see how their handled, dipping your toes is important with these kinda things. If your really feeling it, and you know some abandoned places Moss Graffiti is also a good option! I've know ppl who have converted old abandoned stored to skate parks (I honestly have no idea how they built the ramps out of concrete but damn!! Good job guys!)

Also I'll leave you with 2 book recommendations as well-

Moxie - a RIOT GRRRL story about a girl who gets so fed up with her conservative town she makes a feminist zine and distributes it via girl bathrooms (even having a basically me too stickers and encouraging ppl to put it on boys lockers who have assaulted them). I know there's a movie, didn't seem to capture the same vibe tho so book!

Braiding Sweetgrass - this focuses a lot on reconnecting and adding story to nature around us and having science along side spirituality

#sporut guide #reaping week #solarpunk #hopepunk #anticapitalism #punk #rural #cottagecore #community #ecopunk #direct action

[sappho-ism]

I see a lot of people talking about how being lgbtq+ is just a part of their lives that is just negligible and doesn’t influence who they are as a person.

Which of course, there’s nothing wrong with. But I have a very opposite experience. And I just wanted to talk about it? Because I think about it a lot.

(Note, I will be talking about Christianity and religious trauma so please if that stuff makes you upset, scroll on, I’ve put the tws in the tags but I’m putting it here too just to be safe.)

See the thing is, as I’ve said many times before on this blog, I grew up in a Christian family and was a Christian myself up until I was about 14 when I then left the church. I didn’t even know gay people existed until I started in secondary school and I had a friend who came out to me as a lesbian and she had to explain to me what being LGBTQ+ even was. At that point I was 11. And since being a kid in school meant you were surrounded by other girls who had these “boyfriends.” I never understood that. I never understood the allure of being married to a man, having a child with them, etc. To me, even when I was literally a child, it sounded like something I did not want. Like at all. This lead to me feeling incredibly abnormal compared to so many other people. But I spent that entire first year of secondary with that friend and as I started my second year, a few months before I turned 12, I also came out as a lesbian.

I was outed at church very soon after too. Pastors would pull me aside into rooms to talk about who I was, and why it was a sin that I needed to correct. That I needed to “cast the devil away from my life.” I had friends in that church who were my age. One of which was actually bisexual herself. Her mother throughly hated me because of the fact I was lesbian, worried that somehow I’d “make her daughter gay.” Other people in the church who had previously been family friends now saw me as something to be fixed. That I was a problem and that they needed to remedy it through Christ.

My parents actually had the two church leaders over at our house for food once, and I remember watching one of them go into this fit about how much he hated that the church was being pressured to accept LGBTQ+ people, how it’s wrong, disgusting, and all the other shit you’d expect to hear from a conservative Christian’s mouth concerning LGBTQ+ people. In my own fucking house.

This culminated in me being cohered, guilt tripped and manipulated into being baptised in-front of the entire congregation and then announcing that I was “free of the sin of homosexuality.” Watching people actually rejoice and clap and celebrate such a thing is still something very present in my mind.

I left the church very soon after that. One reason because I didn’t believe in any high power to begin with. The other being I felt like I had utterly betrayed myself. I hated myself. And everyone else in that place hated me too. They just liked to pretend they didn’t, and “only hated the sin.” I went through so much confusion and upset over who I was, and trying to navigate that as a young teenager while simultaneously being told that I was disgusting for even existing by a community I had grown up in was suffocating.

But once I was finally away from all of that, I still had to endure the fucking isolation that comes with being literally the only other out lesbian in my school and, to my knowledge, my college and just being a lesbian in society in general but I won’t go into that because this post is long enough.

Being a lesbian has literally defined my experiences that have shaped me growing up. It’s been there. Everywhere. I’m still trying to combat feelings of shame over my own sexuality that come creeping in every so often, especially since I’m still very exposed to Christianity through my family. But being able to call myself a lesbian instills me now with this feeling of joy and self assurance, feelings that initially were just plain shame and self hatred. I feel incredibly connected to that part of myself, and by extension the community. Even when I haven’t known other shit about myself or who I was, that was the thing I did know.

Being a lesbian directly impacts me. It did and it definitely still does. It’s not just a negligible fact about me or anything. It’s so important in a way I still can’t properly describe and idk if I ever will be able to. But it’s nice.

I didn’t have this ability to be so open about myself when I was younger. And now I finally have the chance, I’m going to take it. Yes, it still puts me in danger, yes, people are going to fucking hate me for it. But I’m doing it for younger me who didn’t have the chance, who was bullied and ridiculed and made to feel like she was a disgusting abomination for simply existing.

#long post #verrryy long post #essay at this point #I’m sorry this is literally so long but it’s late and I am thinking #tw christianity #ex christian #tw religious trauma #lesbian #wlw #lgbtq #lgbt #sapphic #lesbians #nblw #lgbtqia

[bells-of-black-sunday]

You've mentioned before that Tarhos follows a lot of dogma surrounding toxic masculinity - could you expand on some of the ideas he believes in? In opposition, could you also expand on some of his beliefs that fall into positive masculinity?

It's not so much he follows it in that it's a learned thing especially from when he was alive. Though many people lie about the extent of misogyny in the medieval period it very much still existed even if women were allowed to do more than have kids and sit at home all day especially if you were of the working class and while Tarhos was never really considered female even at birth just due to his state as an intersex individual, most of his life he does remember it was being raised male. Misogyny played a huge part in how medieval men acted, a lot of the roles we see men take are there to exude power over women in some way.

They were calm upstanding members of society that went to church, worked or fought, of course there were expectations for whatever role you were. Men wrote all the documents, men ran the churches, and a lot of the time the only way women were allowed higher education is by going to nunneries. Still the medieval period placed less focus on individualism like how we see in the modern day west and more on what you're doing for your community.

So Tarhos while being stripped of his personhood and raised as a child slave he still had those expectations placed on him especially as we can see later in life. That being said: gender roles during the medieval period as far as I've read were contradictory and could be mostly what you did for a living and what era you were living in, so I'm going to choose to compare it to modern day just to make it easier on myself.

Tarhos is very hesitant to talk about how he feels, to him it's a sign of weakness and letting others know how to hurt him. If others know how he's feeling beyond surface level words and quips, then they know more about him than they should and it leaves a weak point for enemies to sink their teeth into. This is of course from where he is, he's not really allowed to show anything beyond enjoying his work and to a point he does love it.

He also feels the need to be the sole provider for Haru, so he doesn't have to work a day in his life. He really does enjoy making it so his wife doesn't have to worry about anything even if he knows Haru enjoys being busy and working. It's why when he is allowed the freedom to be less feminine and more masculine it's a change he has to get used to. As fucked up as it is, he has to remind himself he's dating a man and not a woman.

He has different expectations for those kinds of relationships again just due to what period he grew up in even if he doesn't see women as lesser. He just knows what society expects of him and it's hard to break from those when it took him so long in the first place to even be seen as a person. Tarhos also tends to solve most of his issues with violence while that violence isn't directed at those he cares about, he absolutely has tried to drown people in the horse trough for slighting him.

He's gotten in more fights than he can count over things in all consideration are really petty and of course he's broken bones of people that have looked at Haru weirdly. Though whether or not that's negative is up for debate.

That being said: Tarhos is very kind and "fatherly" to those he cares about. He's more natural in a "head of the house" role than he is as anything else especially in verses besides modern. Even though he's stoic and doesn't say much, he's still very kind and empathetic towards others plights. He's more than willingly to listen to the issues of people he cares about and offer advice when it's needed. He's also very affectionate especially to Haru. He loves showing him that he loves and cares about him whether that be through words or actions, he really loves being around him and feeling his skin on his.

Tarhos is also very calm for someone in his position, he's quick to irritation, but he never really raises his voice at the people he cares about. He's also more than willingly to do something stupid to prove a point or for the fun of it. He's genuinely great to the people he cares about it's really just strangers he's cruel or indifferent to. He really is just a beaten dog barring it's teeth at the world ready to bite for any reason given.

#ooc #/about the muse #𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 - [ 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘴 ] #cw; misogyny #just in case since i do talk about it quite a bit- #obligatory im not a historian; this is just what ive read in papers and books HEWHRWHEH

[basicallyamoo]

Pollyanna's Glad Game

"I'm sure this will be a very nice room," said Pollyanna. "And I'm really glad that there isn't a mirror, because now I won't be able to see my freckles!"

A young orphaned girl moving into her hot, horrible attic room and still being glad about it piqued my interest. I was only 8, and Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter was my first attempt at reading novels without dialogue bubbles.

Today you and I, my dear reader, are regularly exposed to negativity. Social Media has assumed the role of justiciars, the news tends to be TRP driven, and we're trapped in our homes, on the verge of stagnation. We must make sure we do not spiral down or dwell on what we're unhappy about, and that we keep our hearts and chins up.

To that end, might I suggest playing the Glad Game?

It's easy. Every time you find yourself in an unpleasant situation, look from another perspective and try to see how it can be positive.

Pollyanna wanted a doll, but in the church-barrel came only crutches. That's when her father introduced the game to the crying little girl and said: "we must be glad we don't need those crutches!"

Granted, it may not be the most straightforward task to find the good in bad. We take what life throws at us at face value, and often overlook the different viewing angles. But it's nothing a conscious effort can't deal with. 

It's healthy to rant, of course. Acknowledging your emotions is an essential part of maintaining your mental health. But there exists a fine line after which negativity can turn a bad moment to a bad day. A spark of positivity, however, has the potential to not only brighten up your day but, like dominos, lead to effects that last a month, a year or even a lifetime.

"Oh, look, Nancy! Look out the window at the beautiful trees and houses and the church steeple and the river shining like silver. Now I won't need any pictures inside to look at!"

Playing the glad game will give you incredible peace of mind. You'll find yourself in control, and better prepared to make decisions.

Let's play the glad game:

I'm glad that I'm safe, and so are those around me. I'm glad I'm doing my part by staying at home and maintaining my immunity so that I can't be a threat to others in my community.

Even though I am not scoring a dream 100, I'm glad that I am a recipient of formal education. It'll make it easier for me to find work that I love.

Even though I can't meet them or talk to them as often as I'd like, I'm glad that I have friends and family who consider me an essential part of their lives.

I'm glad for every opportunity I get to spread positivity with others!

None who live may avoid sadness. It is our outlook that decides the weight of that sadness. A positive demeanour is what we must all try to pursue.

To that end, might I suggest playing the Glad Game?

#self help #pollyanna #glad game #first blog #mental health #perspective

[rockislandadultreads]

Black History Month: Fiction 

How Beautiful We Were by Imbolo Mbue

We should have known the end was near. So begins Imbolo Mbue’s powerful second novel, How Beautiful We Were. Set in the fictional African village of Kosawa, it tells of a people living in fear amid environmental degradation wrought by an American oil company. Pipeline spills have rendered farmlands infertile. Children are dying from drinking toxic water. Promises of cleanup and financial reparations to the villagers are made - and ignored. The country’s government, led by a brazen dictator, exists to serve its own interests. Left with few choices, the people of Kosawa decide to fight back. Their struggle will last for decades and come at a steep price.

Told from the perspective of a generation of children and the family of a girl named Thula who grows up to become a revolutionary, How Beautiful We Were is a masterful exploration of what happens when the reckless drive for profit, coupled with the ghost of colonialism, comes up against one community’s determination to hold on to its ancestral land and a young woman’s willingness to sacrifice everything for the sake of her people’s freedom.

It’s Not All Downhill From Here by Terry McMillan 

Loretha Curry’s life is full. A little crowded sometimes, but full indeed. On the eve of her sixty-eighth birthday, she has a booming beauty-supply empire, a gaggle of lifelong friends, and a husband whose moves still surprise. True, she’s carrying a few more pounds than she should be, but Loretha is not one of those women who think her best days are behind her - and she’s determined to prove wrong her mother, her twin sister, and everyone else with that outdated view of aging wrong. It’s not all downhill from here.

But when an unexpected loss turns her world upside down, Loretha will have to summon all her strength, resourcefulness, and determination to keep on thriving, pursue joy, heal old wounds, and chart new paths. With a little help from her friends, of course.

How to Love a Jamaican by Alexia Arthurs

“There is a way to be cruel that seems Jamaican to me.”

Tenderness and cruelty, loyalty and betrayal, ambition and regret - Alexia Arthurs navigates these tensions to extraordinary effect in her debut collection about Jamaican immigrants and their families back home. Sweeping from close-knit island communities to the streets of New York City and midwestern university towns, these eleven stories form a portrait of a nation, a people, and a way of life.

In “Light Skinned Girls and Kelly Rowlands,” an NYU student befriends a fellow Jamaican whose privileged West Coast upbringing has blinded her to the hard realities of race. In “Mash Up Love,” a twin’s chance sighting of his estranged brother - the prodigal son of the family - stirs up unresolved feelings of resentment. In “Bad Behavior,” a mother and father leave their wild teenage daughter with her grandmother in Jamaica, hoping the old ways will straighten her out. In “Mermaid River,” a Jamaican teenage boy is reunited with his mother in New York after eight years apart. In “The Ghost of Jia Yi,” a recently murdered international student haunts a despairing Jamaican athlete recruited to an Iowa college. And in “Shirley from a Small Place,” a world-famous pop star retreats to her mother’s big new house in Jamaica, which still holds the power to restore something vital.

Deacon King Kong by James McBride 

In September 1969, a fumbling, cranky old church deacon known as Sportcoat shuffles into the courtyard of the Cause Houses housing project in south Brooklyn, pulls a .38 from his pocket, and, in front of everybody, shoots the project’s drug dealer at point-blank range.

The reasons for this desperate burst of violence and the consequences that spring from it lie at the heart of Deacon King Kong, James McBride’s funny, moving novel and his first since his National Book Award-winning The Good Lord Bird. In Deacon King Kong, McBride brings to vivid life the people affected by the shooting: the victim, the African-American and Latinx residents who witnessed it, the white neighbors, the local cops assigned to investigate, the members of the Five Ends Baptist Church where Sportcoat was deacon, the neighborhood’s Italian mobsters, and Sportcoat himself.

As the story deepens, it becomes clear that the lives of the characters - caught in the tumultuous swirl of 1960s New York - overlap in unexpected ways. When the truth does emerge, McBride shows us that not all secrets are meant to be hidden, that the best way to grow is to face change without fear, and that the seeds of love lie in hope and compassion.

#black history month #black history #black authors #black stories #fiction #book recommendations #reading recommendations #book recs #reading recs #library books #TBR pile #tbr #to read #booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog

[xtruss]

“War On Gaza: How ‘The War Criminal & The Genocidal US’ Is Buying Time For ‘The Illegal Regime of Apartheid And Terrorist Isra-hell's Genocide.’”

As the US ambassador to the UN recently made clear in a rare moment of honesty, Washington is fully committed to facilitating Israel's destruction of the Palestinians

— Ammiel Alcalay | 28 February 2024 | Middle East Eye

The War Criminal US President Genocidal Joe Biden on the South Lawn as he departs the White House on 20 February, 2024 (AFP)

There are times when it makes sense, for the sake of one’s mental health, to simply ignore the boilerplate platitudes of politicians and official representatives, and other times when strict attention must be paid.

In the case of the US, given the truly dismal level of its official discourse at this point, it has become harder to tell the difference.

As the president himself is unsure of whether Ukraine, Iraq, Mexico or Egypt might be in question on any given day, or on those very rare days when he actually takes a question or two from a mostly stenographic and domesticated press corps, it has become easier and easier to just stop paying attention and simply write all of it off as subterfuge and nonsense meant to add yet another layer to the iron wall protecting Israel’s genocidal actions.

And yet, there are those rare moments when one official or another actually says what they mean and reveals how policies intend to proceed.

Following discussion and the scathing response by Russia's UN ambassador, Vassily Nebenzia, to last week's reprehensible and criminal US veto of the Algerian resolution for an immediate ceasefire in Gaza, the US's ambassador to the UN, Linda Thomas-Greenfield, offered a very brief press conference.

In conclusion, she stressed the importance of “direct diplomacy on the ground until we reach a final solution”. The thrust of this, of course, is that there could be no “immediate ceasefire”, since the delicacies of “direct diplomacy” might be disturbed.

In other words, let the horrors continue, come what may, and let the rest of the world be damned, as the US and its few remaining allies buy more time for Israel to achieve its purported goals.

Through the fog of propaganda, disinformation and all kinds of coercion (not to mention the huge UN veto stick wielded by the US), can there still be any doubt about what those goals actually are?

As the Overton window of what has become normalised continues to expand exponentially on the ground in Gaza, it would be difficult not to understand the intent of Thomas-Greenfield’s phrase, "final solution", and the whiplash sense of cognitive dissonance it was meant to inflict.

Unfathomable Cruelty

The Gaza weapons testing, population control and surveillance laboratory, open to global consumers since at least 2007 and the Israeli imposition of a total blockade on the Gaza Strip, has clearly moved into a new phase.

While there are instrumental political implications of great import in this "new phase”, there is, as well, a direct affront to our very sense of what it still might mean to be human in the digital age of immediate global communication and the almost full lockstep consolidation and docility of mainstream western media sources.

What are we to make of the US enabling of the relentless Israeli killing and destruction machine, along with the almost unfathomable daily cruelty accompanying it? Is it simply in order to kill and terrorise as many Palestinians as possible, particularly children and women?

Is it to destroy all existing institutions and structures? Roads, water systems, power stations, agricultural capacities, homes, schools, universities, hospitals, libraries, mosques, churches, bookstores, bakeries, pharmacies and even so-called designated “safe zones” to the point of making Gaza completely uninhabitable?

Or is it in order to take over and exploit the offshore gas fields that Palestinians have a right to benefit from but have never been given access to? Might there also be other messages directed at the world?

In the days immediately following Thomas-Greenfield’s delaying tactic of yet another US veto to a ceasefire resolution, and her “final solution” utterance, Israeli occupation forces built a road cutting northern Gaza off from the south, while bombing Unrwa facilities and a Doctors Without Borders staff shelter.

Food and medicine supplies continue to be blocked and stalled by Israeli occupation forces. Following one of the first recorded cases of an infant dying from starvation, 10,000 more children are in imminent danger of starving from malnutrition, and after them, of course, many more children and elderly are likely to follow.

Some half-a-million people are close to famine in northern Gaza, even as Israeli snipers strafe Palestinians desperately trying to reach the little aid that trickles in.

With a precise level of genocidal cruelty that becomes ever more evident, Israeli forces carried out precision strikes in Beit Lahia and Jabalia to destroy rescue and sanitation machinery and vehicles.

This has increased the chance of disease spreading in those areas, while forcing residents to search through the rubble for survivors or the bodies and body parts of loved ones with only their hands and basic tools, even further exhausting the already malnourished.

Cynical US Policy

At the same time, Egypt - inexplicably not yet having torn up its peace agreement with Israel - continues apace in building some vaguely referred to “area” in the Sinai Desert at the border with Rafah. Most recently, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu released his first sufficiently vague post-assault “plan” for control of Gaza.

Meanwhile, many Israelis remain displaced, the economy has taken a serious hit, and - other than pure destruction and death - things are not going so well on the ground regarding Netanyahu’s purported “aims” of the assault: repatriating Israeli hostages and destroying Hamas.

How, at this point, can anyone doubt that mass expulsion is not only possible but plausible? And, as both occupation and settler marauders continue their deadly rampages throughout the West Bank and Jerusalem, can anyone still seriously doubt the possibility of the actual destruction of the Al-Aqsa Mosque, something constantly alluded to and even gleefully taught in some Israeli schools?

Clearly, the surround-sound blather spouted by various political figures is one of the prime means to contain our imagination, to refer to things only within certain parameters, making other things unthinkable, unimaginable, even as they stare us directly in the face.

On the broader geopolitical front, the continuing expansion of Nato as a means to maintain US hegemony in the face of Brics and the multi-polarity championed by the Russian-Chinese alliance has put the US into panic mode.

The Continuing Expansion Of North Atlantic Terrorist Organization (NATO) As A Means To Maintain War Criminal US’ Hegemony In The Face Of BRICS And The Multi-Polarity Championed By The Russian-Chinese Alliance Has Put The US Into Panic Mode

The utterly cynical US policy of paying for a proxy war in Ukraine as a means of effecting regime change in Russia has proven to be an utter failure, and seen so by more and more US taxpayers, asked to foot the massive bill, even as allegiance to this same war policy impoverishes Europe as well.

In the minds of neocon policymakers and the war-mongering uni-party alliance in Washington, this failure - and the geographic imperative to maintain control of certain shipping routes to assure US dominance - has almost made the opening of a new front in the Middle East inevitable, and it is the expendables, the Palestinians, who are being forced to pay the price.

Add to all this the fact that, following years of orchestrated cognitive dissonance in the US across a myriad range of issues - from purported Russian collusion, election fraud, Covid treatment, vaccination mandates, the summer of George Floyd, 6 January 2021, the war in Ukraine, the Twitter Files, to so many others - an ideal situation for those in power has been created.

Those once outraged at being censored or shadow-banned for views identified with the right are now all too ready to ban pro-Palestinian speech. And those now harassed, doxxed or even fired for airing their views can’t understand what all the fuss was about when Twitter banned President Donald Trump.

We now have an evenly divided population, at each other’s throats over almost every issue, with little or no ability left to stand on principle about anything. This can be seen most clearly in questions centred on free speech, and through the media and social media landscape, the very realms through which the atrocities taking place daily in Gaza are filtered or presented.

Information Saturation

We have moved far from the courageous revelations of Julian Assange, who is now appealing against a court ruling to extradite him to the US, where the same political and media class crying crocodile tears for recently deceased Russian dissident Alexei Navalny utter not a word in favour of Assange.

While the work of Assange, Chelsea Manning, Edward Snowden and others involved the exposure of information held in secret from the citizenry, we are now at the stage of unending information saturation in which secrecy no longer seems to matter.

With almost everything out in the open and available, the task has become about verifying, rather than uncovering, reality. And in doing so, “narratives” are built.

Despite various forms of censorship and disinformation, we have never lived through such a genocidal attack in which so much information is not only readily available but can often be seen in real-time. How, then, as both consumers and producers of information, as well as political constituents, can we respond to the present situation?

From this perspective, it is hard not to see the prolongation of this agony delivered upon a particular people, the Palestinians, and its broadcasting of their most vulnerable moments, as some kind of further testing ground of the very category of the human and humans, and it also brings into sharp relief just how limited our political powers are, even in ostensibly representative democracies.

The significance of South Africa bringing the charge of genocide against Israel to the International Court of Justice, along with the ICJ’s initial findings, cannot be underestimated, but it remains only a tool that we must learn how to use in order to expand the grounds upon which we think and act in the world.

As we watch the core institutions in our societies rot and disintegrate from within, due to an inability to name what is happening in Gaza and the world, positions once deemed principled ring more than hollow.

With Every Minute That Passes, New Lessons In Cowardice And Cruelty Are Given By The Terrorist Isra-hellis And Their US Enablers

As mothers in Gaza can barely give birth or feed their babies, as fathers cannot protect their children, as doctors cannot heal, and as many cannot even retrieve the bodies of their loved ones for burial, we can only conclude that this poisonous cruelty is aimed at the very idea of being a child, a mother, a father, a healer, a mourner.

We are up against a regime that has taken direct aim at humanity. With every minute that passes, new lessons in cowardice and cruelty are given by the Israelis and their US enablers. At the same time, we must stand in humble awe of the resistance and humanity shown by the people of Gaza.

But in continuing to expose this genocide, we must ask more of ourselves. We must find ever more useful ways to resist and stay human in pursuit of a just political solution to one of the world’s most exposed and festering wounds, whose time for healing has long been evident.

— Ammiel Alcalay is a Poet, Novelist, Translator, Essayist, Critic, and a Scholar. He is author of more than 20 books including After Jews and Arabs, Memories of Our Future and the forthcoming CONTROLLED DEMOLITION: a work in four books. He is Distinguished Professor at Queens College, CUNY, and the CUNY Graduate Center in New York.

#Middle East Eye 👁️ #Gaza War #Forever Palestine 🇵🇸 #The Illegal Regime of Apartheid And Terrorist War Criminal Isra-hell #Hegemonies of the War Criminal & the Genocidal US 🇺🇸

[btelvin]

So...

So, since it's been a while, I thought I'd better put together something to explain my "disappearance".

A few of you may know that my only grandparent left, my father's mother, was in ill health and it's basically been up-and-down, then very quickly progressed downward. I worried about it so much I couldn't stomach looking at my dashboard or feed of any kind.

Grandma unfortunately passed away January 12th at 9:20am Central. I did my best to grieve when I could, and was able to work as normal while I awaited word about the funeral date. The funeral was held on January 19th.

She was buried in a cemetery basically just around the corner from the church, and arrangements were made to put her late husband's ashes in there with her, so now they're in the ground together. She lived to be 86.

I will miss her dearly. This woman was my hero, a pillar of our family, and a bright shining light for all of us and in her community. She was kind, she was generous, and the most welcoming woman I have ever known. She started a linedancing class when I was in my early teens, literally inspired by watching Oprah one day. Other people's lives were enriched by it as her class grew and gained regular members. It created all sorts of connections and friendships. I reunited with my old ballet teacher because she joined that class. (Yes I took ballet, but it wasn't for long, and I was 5 lol) She created her own linedances, too. It's the whole reason I know the song "Amos Moses" exists, because she made a linedance to it. It's a very simple four-wall dance that's very easy to do to the beat of the guitar in the song. We'd of course practice already well-known and established linedances, too. And you bet she learned how to do the Cupid Shuffle when it was hot!

After the funeral, we all had dinner at her house. The next day there was an evening bonfire complete with hot dogs, bratwursts, marshmallows, and all the trimmings for those plus smores.

We used to have bonfires out there when I was a kid. Big, huge, bonfires where we'd hang around, talk, roast marshmallows, and look at the stars. It's such a shame the city's so built-up in that area now that you really can't see any stars anymore. I barely recognized the way to the church.

It was great to see most of my relatives from that side there. A couple couldn't come. My sister couldn't. A few of my cousins couldn't. I did get to see some family I haven't seen in years, so that was nice.

It's still a shock to know that Grandma's not here anymore. I won't hear her voice anymore, or her laughter, or see what puzzle she decided to challenge herself with (she loved working puzzles, the complicated thousand-piece ones no less), or play cards with her again. I can only imagine the holes she left in my father and uncles.

I'm still not in a good headspace to be online like normal, but my friends here deserve to know what went down. If y'all want, dm me here. For those of you who have my cell, text me whenever <3

#personal #family #grandma #tw: family death #cw: family death

[thedaveandkimmershow]

From small family Thanksgivings to large family Thanksgivings to Second Thanksgivings, Thanksgiving Day landed in the midst of our lives in different ways. Those ways defined the experience, of course. They defined such meaning as the day tries to embody.

And let's be honest.

Such meaning as we derive from Thanksgiving does depend on our yearly experience of it regardless of its historic and traditional roots.

Bummer.

😕

The ways in which we experienced Thanksgiving weren't limited to what I described these last days, by the way. You see on a number of occasions we celebrated Thanksgiving as a community.

The first experience like that was with dear friends who invited a number of different families to share the Thanksgiving meal together. To share Thanksgiving together. It's an experience that seems like it would be a large family Thanksgiving but in actual practice is something quite different. These were different relationships from family relationships. With some of the families, these were closer relationships on a daily basis. With some of these families we had a more vivid history of experience together. The age spread of kids was different with many of them knowing each other from younger ages without necessarily growing up together... and some kids were still really quite young. There were musicians in the mix. The discussions ranged in different ways. If I had to put my finger on it, I'd say the topics of conversation were more varied than you'd usually find among family. Which makes sense.

So.

Our first community Thanksgiving was a large Thanksgiving experience based on friendships.

Our second community Thanksgiving experience happened while we were in southern California visiting family. Kimmer's cousin, his son, and the three of us were invited by her aunt and uncle to share the Thanksgiving meal with them.

Now, Kimmer's aunt and uncle didn't live in a house. They lived in a fifth-wheel camper set into its own space in a camper community.

Camper community?

Sure. Think of it like a neighborhood of large camper vehicles you could move if you had to... but you don't. They exist like houses. The owners exist as a community of neighbors, elderly of course, arranged around a bona fide community center. A place of gathering for different purposes. And, in this case, the place in which everyone would come together to celebrate Thanksgiving.

That was the Thanksgiving meal to which we were invited by Kimmer's aunt and uncle.

A community of neighbors Thanksgiving.

For that reason alone the experience was different and felt different. In some ways it reminded me of the lunches that would take place after service at the church in which we grew up. That elderly vibe, you know? Only, as we were adults ourselves, we could actually have conversations with them. Get to know them as they got to know us.

So yeah. An experience of strangers, as well. Fellow human beings with longer histories than ourselves. In some ways, more connected to the history and tradition of Thanksgiving.

Perhaps my favorite Thanksgiving (and it does pain me to say it) was our Death Valley Thanksgiving.

Does a Death Valley Thanksgiving sound absurd to you?

Because it sure sounded absurd to me when it first came up. I really did think this was a joke.

Turns out, though, it wasn't.

This community wasn't family. Although families most certainly were integral to the experience. This community wasn't friends. Although friendships abounded all over the place. This community wasn't neighbors. Because it couldn't be. Not really. At best these were temporary neighbors.

Temporary neighbors?

Yeah.

From tents to trailers to RVs to houses on wheels to custom builds of all kinds both massive and small with at least one outfitted for the Apocalypse. These people adventured here from near and far for this one week each year. In a way, it was like a massive class reunion. It was also a good bit of show 'n tell with genuine curiosity in each other's rigs. Even the teardrop trailers were a hit because those still require a fair amount of engineering.

People would begin populating the camping/parking spaces at the beginning of the week. Some would turn up even the preceding Saturday day or Friday evening. There'd be individual experiences, catching up with old friends, welcoming newbies. A lot of parallel experiences, too. On the Day, however, they would all synchronize their efforts toward the community Thanksgiving meal that we would all enjoy together. Outdoors, of course.

There was a massive amount of food.

And drink.

And dessert.

All of which we enjoyed as day turned to evening and evening turned to night and the multitude of stars blanketing the heavens revealed themselves in a way you can only experience in the middle of nowhere. Far, far from the glow of city lights that normally obscures most of what's up there.

Which turns out to be genuinely breathtaking.

Now, what I just described just is a good chunk of what it's like to experience Thanksgiving in Death Valley.

However.

That's not the whole story.

For example, we rented a Cruise America RV and, on our way to Death Valley, quickly ran into crazy strong cross-winds that relentlessly punched right into the side of our RV. Basically, we were a big sail on wheels and we were being continually shoved to one way or another, either toward the sand and rocks to our right... or the oncoming traffic to our left.

I white knuckled the drive all the way to the mountains right before Death Valley.

It was not fun.

Also, the RV wasn't a powerhouse on the road and, for a while there, driving up the west side of the mountains, it wasn't super clear we'd actually make it to the top of the mountain before descending gracefully into the valley.

Not joking.

It was a sloooow and slower and slowest slog to the top.

We made it, though. Thank God.

The only other downsides I'd attach to our experience were the freezing nights and the reality that we had no way to heat the RV. Not that we knew of. Plus, you couldn't run a generator after 10pm.

Because noise. Right?

So the last night we're there, the temp drops into the twenties. Not even our pile of blankets and sweaters and coats could overcome the profound shivering and fear of frozen body parts that ensued. So we fired up the RV and left. Heat definitely cranked up high as we left the desert behind us.

I think that was before seven in the morning.

Maybe even six.

So what puts this Thanksgiving experience at or near the top of my list of favorite Thanksgivings?

Well, it was the biggest.

Not in terms of number of people even though it was. But in the scope of the experience.

For example, during the day we traveled all around the valley exploring the incredible geology. Badwater Basin, the lowest point in the United States. Devil's Golf Course. Ubehebe Crater. Racetrack Playa. And every night, the darkest night skies in the U.S..

Plus the kids loved all the dunes. 🙂

Plus we loved taking photos everywhere. 😁

Next to experience the epic geology of Death Valley, hanging out with and talking to the different RV owners about their rigs was perfectly fascinating (especially the one built for the Apocalypse). And then just talking to people there, fellow travelers all, about their experiences on the road.

Because we were there for several days, we experienced an Everything Thanksgiving. Small Family. Large Family. We'd all hang out in Kimmer's aunt's and uncle's fifth-wheel camper. We experienced an even more community community experience.

Why community community?

Because we were actually part of this one.

There's just something about fellow travelers, you know? There's something about hanging out with people who're on the road like you. Which is true even when you're on vacation; especially true when you're adventuring the awe-inspiring middle of nowhere from lots of different starting points.

Everyone has stories.

And so we're all instantly part of the same community. We all share the experience to different degrees.

Interestingly (and of course I'm judging this from about a decade's distance), hardship also stamped the experience in a meaningful way.

Stamped?

Yup. With adventure, if you can believe that.

It was an ordeal getting there (by our standards, of course). The overnight cold made it a challenge to keep warm even inside.

We had to want this, I guess is what I'm saying. And we kept wanting it through Thanksgiving because the rest of the experience was so compelling, so worth it.

It's a slight piece of the original pilgrim experience we don't and maybe can't appreciate in the modern day. But, as my friend Ann likes to say, there you go and there you are.

Definitely when you're sitting around a fire at night with family and friends (and newly made friends) talking about the day, talking about the adventure, looking up and marveling marveling marveling at the breathtaking night sky...

You can sense the tiniest connection with other travelers. Not the ones today, though, not the ones yesterday or even the year before but those travelers...

Once upon a time.

☺️

#friends #community #Thanksgiving #family #adventure #exploration #hardship #cold #stars #milky way galaxy #night sky #dunes #death valley #RVs #relationship #history #tradition #friendships

[bryanlorrr]

About the 38th elected work of Denny Ja: “Then they pray Friday at the Church”

WELCOME! On this occasion, we will review in detail about the 38th elected work of Denny Ja entitled “Then they pray Friday at the Church”. This work is the main focus in the world of Indonesian literature because it raises an interesting and controversial theme at the same time.    In the work, Denny JA invited the reader to question the limitations of religion and seek a broader understanding of tolerance and harmony between religious believers. The title he chose himself, “Then they are Friday prayers in the church”, it is enough to describe the uniqueness and courage in the approach taken by Denny JA in this story.    The story begins with the main character, a man named Amir, who has a different religious background from the majority of the population in his village. Nevertheless, Amir still felt interested in understanding and respecting the diversity of religions around him. He felt that establishing a harmonious relationship with fellow human beings is more important than pursuing differences that are sometimes only surface.    However, a big challenge arose when Amir filed a request for Friday prayers at the village church. This of course reaps controversy and conflict from the community and local religious leaders. Some of them feel that the action violates the limits of religion and traditions that have been in force.    However, Denny JA cleverly presents the characters in this story which has a variety of thoughts and attitudes towards Amir’s request. There are figures who defend religious freedom and assume that the house of worship should be open to all people, including the church. On the other hand, there are also figures who view him as an inappropriate action and violate applicable norms.    In the journey of the story, Denny Ja succeeded in describing the internal conflict faced by Amir in undergoing its principle. Amir feels that being a tolerant person is not easy, especially when faced with norms that apply widely in their society.    Through this story, Denny Ja also presents the nuances of communal village people’s lives and interdependent with each other. In living daily life, the village community is involved in intense interactions and appreciate the diversity of existing religions. However, when the limitations of the existing religion are debated, conflict is inevitable.    Denny Ja with his expertise in conveying a strong message, inviting the reader to reflect on the meaning of tolerance and the importance of establishing a harmonious relationship between religious believers in this modern era. The story “Then they pray Friday at the Church” reminds us of the importance of embracing differences, understanding the perspectives of others, and expressing faith in an inclusive way.    In its development, this work received many responses from various groups of readers. Some consider it a revolutionary and interesting work, because it is able to present a new perspective on religion and tolerance. However, not infrequently there are also those who judge it as controversial and violate existing religious limits.    However, it is this debate and controversy that makes this work more interesting and relevant. Denny Ja managed to open an important discussion space about pluralism and religious freedom.

Check more: Detailed explanation of Denny Ja’s elected work 38: “Then they pray Friday at the Church”

[drunkgirlgell]

ALL ABOUT MYSELF 🫶

what's up guy's! Welcome to my blog let me share to you a short description about myself. I am Gellian, 18 years old from Talisay 2 Dapdap Dolores Eastern Samar but you can call me gell for short. I'm a student here in Eastern Samar State University Borongan City (main campus) taking the course of Bachelor of Arts and Communication.

To tell you more about myself, I am the breadwinner of our family just to be honest with you being a breadwinner is not easy, and that is true!. Anyways so much for that, let's go on to the hobbies and interests that I have, so my passion revolves around singing, dancing, reading wattpad, travelling, and drunking of course HAHAHAH but even if I'm being like this I experience and enjoyed a lot of things in real life.

FRIENDS 🫶

Having a loving family and all is okay but sometimes it comes to our mind that we really need to have or to develop our communication through having a friend. When we say "best friend" that is someone who is there for you during good and bad times. A friend that will support your wants, a friend that understand your feelings, a friends that give you advice when you feel hurt by someone. All of us wanted to have a bestfriend and just like me, I'm so lucky to have a bestfriend like them. My cousin and sister is a very special person for me that I prefer over everyone else's. Because of our closeness I'm too comfortable and I can easily share my thoughts and feelings to them. Whenever I am in need of something or seek help, they're always there for me, so I admire them and we actually respect each other so that we can understand what we want. Our friendship called it "TRIO LOVERS" because even if sometimes we're fighting they aren't still bestfriend and nobody can ruin our friendship.

HOMETOWN 🫶

DOLORES (EASTERN SAMAR) was born in 1650, when some inhabitants of Bacod (or Bacor) established what eventually became a tiny village nestling about a kilometer from the mouth of Dolores (formerly known as Bacod) river. This village was named Dolores (in English, the Spanish word dolores means sorrows) to signify the sorrows and sufferings Bacodnons experienced on account of their armed participation in the Sumuroy Rebellion in 1649. To be sure, its beginnings is intertwined with the history of three villages: Bacod, Jubasan, and Paric. This calls for a concise explanation.

Bacod and the Origins of Dolores. Located about two kilometers from the mouth of Dolores river, Bacod was a bungto (large village) in existence before the Spaniards came to the area in 1565. The Jesuits stationed in Palapag evangelized it in 1602. In 1649, together with the bungto of Jubasan (see below), the village of Bacod was suppressed and consolidated with that of Tubig (now Taft) as a consequence of Agustin Sumuroy's rebellion that started in Palapag, in which Bacodnons were involved. On account of this suppression, some residents went near the mouth of the river to put up a cluster of houses that eventually became the small village (rancheria) of Dolores. That is how Dolores was born in 1650. Other Bacodnons transferred to the village of Carolina, about a kilometer west of Bacod. It may be noted that the bungto of Bacod was later eroded by floods. Which is why, it reverted to the status of a visita (see below). By 1895, its population was greatly reduced; it had only 20 villagers, 9 male and 11 female. The central part of the bungto of Bacod was completely submerged in Dolores river in the 1930s, though the remains of the stone church and the stone convento could be easily located. The abandoned portion of the bungto that remained was renamed Binungtoan by Doloresnons.

In my hometown has a lot of tourist's spot that you can also visit and enjoyed together with your love'ones, friends, and families. Just like the two pictures below that is called Linao Island one of the beautiful beach that you can see located at Tikling Island Dolores Eastern Samar.

[hewholivesinhisname]

Urban Survivalism

So it looks like my new GF is going to save me. If she doesn't another woman will. It feels good to have achieved a level of social skills where random women offer sex in exchange for pizza. Babetron 7000 has promised that in exchange for love and devotion she will set me up in her family's construction 🏗️ company.

In addition it looks likey idea for building a life extension hospital 🏥 is gaining traction in at least one section of the life extension community. This is good. It means someone might give me lots of money to do the things I really want which is to make society much better than it is even if it is only for the snotty rich kids at first.

Up until now though my life has been a living fucking hell because when you can't earn money being a neuroscience major and my mental illness and my families' complete lack of support has meant I had to survive on the street.

Boston is a good city to be homeless. I resent that these Harvard kids can't end it here but it is a better place than many because there are many churches with meals shelters and food stamps are given out.

I have all these mental health tics too that make me look really weird and as we all know weirdness = evil in the eyes of the majority. Weakness really equals evil now doesn't it if people are looking to predate on people. Why are we surprised at all the pedophiles again? Let's not get side tracked though

Gabi my wonderful gay social worker has been great! Thank God for the queers. She has taken care of me and got me a tent when all the men and women in my life just said fuck you. I think there is a strong connection between queerness and wanting to take care of all the babies already here.

MGH hospital has two days where they help out the homeless and that is where I got my phone. During the day I spend time in the libraries.

I do not believe that Utopia is optional and the reason is that I would not be alive without the desire to make a better society with the top utopian probably being the Jewish and Christian god. Thanks 👍 God!

If you find yourself homeless a tent is a good option and stay the fuck away from other homeless people. Many are downright dangerous. My stuff was stolen the first month I was homeless.

Having someone with money romantically into you will save you. That is what I have learned. Jobs will not and the reason is that they don't pay enough. Those with money are not interested in solving homelessness. They want a return of the middle ages, but with less wizards and more serfs.

I still want kids but I now want to adopt. There are too many kids and adults not taken care of. I might have some lined up with my friend Rebecca who has like 4 kids and her house burned down. We will see what Babetron says. Adopt mom and kids together? Sounds good 😊

Psychological survival means willing to do degrading things but not get bothered by it like eat from trashcans. If you are a woman a job may be more feasible of course because the men who run things will hire women but rarely other men.

Why can't we get public housing? I don't know Europe has more. It will still be inadequate though because there is too many people all of a sudden. Especially with climate change.

A lot of this is masons...I think. The cops board up old houses and I don't know why. I think the real reason is that people are suing one another to get money after being injured in these houses. If on the other hand you are on the street and you get mentally ill and die from drugs. That is not a problem according to the law.

Why can't we have a more well run Earth? I don't know I really don't. But I really want one wherein shit like this doesn't happen. Bit seems kind of hopeless though because far worse things happen on a regular basis.

If you find yourself homeless though sure you don't look it. And definitely do not hold up signs saying "help" or "will work". It doesn't fucking work. Expect to be criminalized for existing while real criminals go uncaught and unmolested so long as they have money. It's a violent world out there friends.

During this time I actually have met many interesting people including priests, monks, interesting mentally ill folks, Robyn the best navigator and angriest person I know, got closer to God, read much more bible and watched free plays and went to museums.

It is my conviction to have a life that saved me I think....there is free wifi as well. Be wary of people though and count on your friends and family to say fuck you.

#homelessness

[bookoformon]

Alma Chapter 20. "The Missionaries: The Stations continue."

*No girls. Ever. Always never with the Mormon girls.

The Lord sends Ammon to Middoni to deliver his imprisoned brethren—Ammon and Lamoni meet Lamoni’s father, who is king over all the land—Ammon compels the old king to approve the release of his brethren. About 90 B.C. "the Righteous Ones" continues.

1 And it came to pass that when they had established a church in that land, that king Lamoni desired that Ammon should go with him to the land of Nephi, that he might show him unto his father.

2 And the voice of the Lord came to Ammon "the Revealer", saying: Thou shalt not go up to the land of Nephi, for behold, the king will seek thy life; but thou shalt go to the land of Middoni; for behold, thy brother Aaron, and also Muloki and Ammah are in prison.

Middoni= "the Missionary" one who hulls the seed

Aaron= "Who exalts God."

Muloki [from Molochi]= "is the King over his own wisdom."

Ammah=Creates a socially inclusive community

אמם

The unused verb אמם ('mm) probably meant to originate in a social sort of way. Noun אם ('em) means mother, but — as do the words אב ('ab), father, and בן (ben), son — primarily refers to a social function rather than a mere biological relation. Hence noun אמה ('amma) refers to a "mother" city or a "mother" land, and אמה ('umma) means tribe or people (and is obviously comparable to עם, 'am, meaning people in a socially inclusive way).

The noun אמה ('ama) describes a female servant, and female servants were of course as much "included" in the master's house as did some of the including themselves as in early Biblical times, surrogate motherhood was a common function of female servants (see our expanded article for a discussion of this). The common hypothetic particle אם ('im) means "if," and an if-statement essentially proposes inclusion.

3 Now it came to pass that when Ammon had heard this, he said unto Lamoni: Behold, my brother and brethren are in prison at Middoni, and I go that I may deliver them.

4 Now Lamoni "Teaches about the Holy Spirit" said unto Ammon: I know, in the strength of the Lord thou canst do all things. But behold, I will go with thee to the land of Middoni; for the king of the land of Middoni, whose name is Antiomno, is a friend unto me; therefore I go to the land of Middoni, that I may flatter the king of the land, and he will cast thy brethren out of prison. Now Lamoni said unto him: Who told thee that thy brethren were in prison?

Antiomno= "to submit to the Swearing."

ομνυμι

The verb ομνυμι (omnimu), also spelled ομνυω (omnuo), means to swear (an oath: ορκος, horkos, see below), and swearing is a peculiar thing. Swearing was invented when people discovered that language could be used for various degrees of seriousness, and even for blatant lying. Our verb ομνυμι (omnimu) stems from the Proto-Indo-European root "hemh-", which means either to swear or it means to passionately grab hold of and pull toward oneself (hence, possibly, the Latin derivative amare, from whence the familiar amor, love).

With swearing, one would marry oneself to one's statement, and so formally and solemnly vow to the fidelity of it. All that drama would not be necessary, of course, if one were widely known to never utter a falsehood, which is probably why Jesus urged to not swear and let one's yes be yes and one's no be no (MATTHEW 5:33-37, also see JAMES 5:12). Alternatively (as the fictional Mark Zuckerberg character submitted in The Social Network, 2010), if one would speak the truth only when accompanied by vows and oaths, one could just as easily succumb to lying under one's oaths. One is a liar always or never, but not sometimes (and that solves the ancient riddle of the liar who confessed to lying: such a man is like dry water and cannot exist; said otherwise, a liar who tells the truth is still a liar, and his truth exists only relative to his earlier lies, which makes even his truth a lie).

The crucial failure of humans swearing, however, comes not from their intent to lie but their inevitable incomplete knowledge and power. No human always possesses all relevant knowledge, and no human controls any situation wholly (or at all, actually). That means that not even a person's most grandiose swearings perfectly guarantee the validity of that person's reports of past events or fortellings of future ones. You never know what you don't know, and you never know what might happen next. Only God does, which is why only God can swear (LUKE 1:73, ACTS 2:30, 7:17, HEBREWS 3:11, 3:18, 4:3, 6:13, 7:21).

When God swears, he indicates that he won't change his mind, which he does, at times (Genesis 6:6, Exodus 32:14, Jeremiah 26:19, Amos 7:3). This difficult concept indicates that God, though omniscient, reacts to reality as it develops, and that quantum mechanics indeed is correct in stating that speed and position of a particle cannot be known simultaneously, not even by an omnipotent being, because these qualities do not exist as discrete entities, not even to God (who, per his own nature, doesn't bother with things that aren't real or true). When God swears, he indicates that what he swears about is governed by natural law, and natural law never changes or allows exceptions (MATTHEW 5:18).

5 And Ammon said unto him: No one hath told me, save it be God; and he said unto me—Go and deliver thy brethren, for they are in prison in the land of Middoni.

6 Now when Lamoni had heard this he caused that his servants should make ready his horses and his chariots.

=Mormon Missionaries are supposed to broker the peace. Stop being a bunch of punks.

7 And he said unto Ammon: Come, I will go with thee down to the land of Middoni, and there I will plead with the king that he will cast thy brethren out of prison.

8 And it came to pass that as Ammon and Lamoni were journeying thither, they met the father of Lamoni, who was king over all the land.

9 And behold, the father of Lamoni said unto him: Why did ye not come to the feast on that great day when I made a feast unto my sons, and unto my people?

10 And he also said: Whither art thou going with this Nephite, who is one of the children of a liar?

11 And it came to pass that Lamoni rehearsed unto him whither he was going, for he feared to offend him.

12 And he also told him all the cause of his tarrying in his own kingdom, that he did not go unto his father to the feast which he had prepared.

13 And now when Lamoni had rehearsed unto him all these things, behold, to his astonishment, his father was angry with him, and said: Lamoni, thou art going to deliver these Nephites, who are sons of a liar. Behold, he robbed our fathers; and now his children are also come amongst us that they may, by their cunning and their lyings, deceive us, that they again may rob us of our property.

14 Now the father of Lamoni commanded him that he should slay Ammon with the sword. And he also commanded him that he should not go to the land of Middoni, but that he should return with him to the land of Ishmael. "obedience".

15 But Lamoni said unto him: I will not slay Ammon, neither will I return to the land of Ishmael, but I go to the land of Middoni that I may release the brethren of Ammon, for I know that they are just men and holy prophets of the true God.

16 Now when his father had heard these words, he was angry with him, and he drew his sword that he might smite him to the earth.

17 But Ammon stood forth and said unto him: Behold, thou shalt not slay thy son; nevertheless, it were better that he should fall than thee, for behold, he has repented of his sins; but if thou shouldst fall at this time, in thine anger, thy soul could not be saved.

18 And again, it is expedient that thou shouldst forbear; for if thou shouldst slay thy son, he being an innocent man, his blood would cry from the ground to the Lord his God, for vengeance to come upon thee; and perhaps thou wouldst lose thy soul.

19 Now when Ammon had said these words unto him, he answered him, saying: I know that if I should slay my son, that I should shed innocent blood; for it is thou that hast sought to destroy him.

20 And he stretched forth his hand to slay Ammon. But Ammon withstood his blows, and also smote his arm that he could not use it.

21 Now when the king saw that Ammon could slay him, he began to plead with Ammon that he would spare his life.

22 But Ammon raised his sword, and said unto him: Behold, I will smite thee except thou wilt grant unto me that my brethren may be cast out of prison.

23 Now the king, fearing he should lose his life, said: If thou wilt spare me I will grant unto thee whatsoever thou wilt ask, even to half of the kingdom.

24 Now when Ammon saw that he had wrought upon the old king according to his desire, he said unto him: If thou wilt grant that my brethren may be cast out of prison, and also that Lamoni may retain his kingdom, and that ye be not displeased with him, but grant that he may do according to his own desires in whatsoever thing he thinketh, then will I spare thee; otherwise I will smite thee to the earth.

25 Now when Ammon had said these words, the king began to rejoice because of his life.

26 And when he saw that Ammon had no desire to destroy him, and when he also saw the great love he had for his son Lamoni, he was astonished exceedingly, and said: Because this is all that thou hast desired, that I would release thy brethren, and suffer that my son Lamoni should retain his kingdom, behold, I will grant unto you that my son may retain his kingdom from this time and forever; and I will govern him no more—

27 And I will also grant unto thee that thy brethren may be cast out of prison, and thou and thy brethren may come unto me, in my kingdom; for I shall greatly desire to see thee. For the king was greatly astonished at the words which he had spoken, and also at the words which had been spoken by his son Lamoni, therefore he was desirous to learn them.

28 And it came to pass that Ammon and Lamoni proceeded on their journey towards the land of Middoni. And Lamoni found favor in the eyes of the king of the land; therefore the brethren of Ammon were brought forth out of prison.

29 And when Ammon did meet them he was exceedingly sorrowful, for behold they were naked, and their skins were worn exceedingly because of being bound with strong cords. And they also had suffered hunger, thirst, and all kinds of afflictions; nevertheless they were patient in all their sufferings.

30 And, as it happened, it was their lot to have fallen into the hands of a more hardened and a more stiffnecked people; therefore they would not hearken unto their words, and they had cast them out, and had smitten them, and had driven them from house to house, and from place to place, even until they had arrived in the land of Middoni; and there they were taken and cast into prison, and bound with strong cords, and kept in prison for many days, and were delivered by Lamoni and Ammon.

The Strong Cords one must forbear along with starving and thirsting are the instructions found in one's household, schooling, temple and during all citizenship proceedings.

The journey to Middoni - missionary work-cannot begin until the perception of these cords are internalized and become restraints that are self-imposed by sane rational person.

Chief of this is support for diversity and inclusion in every environment he himself is included within. The passage above states "innocent blood shall not stain the earth". All murder begins in the mind with the belief life outside the mind is worth less somehow than the dictates of the Spirit of God inside the mind.

These dictates are placed there by the Missionaries of God who speak well and appropriately of the work He expects of us all. Once sworn in as antiomno "to exchange oneself for the truth" the Book of Mormon says a Missionary is to ensure customs associated with diversity and inclusion are being fostered all around him.

SO stop listening to weird people pray all day long, who only talk about bizarre thigns and translate the formulae found in the Stations for a nice life for everyone.

[baglove]

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[villageandcottage]

Village vs Farm – What’s the Difference?

There are some comparisons where the differences are very subtle. This isn’t one of those.  So if you were wondering what the difference between a village and a farm was, it’s pretty straightforward. 

Villages are distinct from farms in their purpose. They share some characteristics but not enough for there to be much confusion about which is which. 

So let’s start by looking closely at the similarities and differences between villages vs farms. 

What are the Main Differences between a Farm and a Village?

A farm consists of agricultural land which is used for growing crops or keeping animals and any buildings that are needed for storage or shelter. Very often the buildings of the farm will be laid out in a group centred around a yard. There may also be a farmhouse for the farmer and his family to live in. 

Older or less commercial farms tend to be relatively small with one or two barns for storage and a farmhouse. However, modern farming methods mean that the acreage of farmland is increased and there is no necessity for the landowner to live on site.

This might mean that some farms have several large buildings none of which offer habitation except for livestock or for the storage of machinery or harvested crops. 

The definition of what actually makes a collection of houses a village turns out to be rather controversial. But for now, let’s stick to the traditional definition that a village is a small rural community built around one parish church and which may have few local amenities such as a pub, village hall, a green or common, and a shop or school. 

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A village functions primarily as a residential area – a place for rural people and their families to live. The way of life of the village community was often traditionally linked to the location.

So for coastal villages, this may be linked to maritime industries such as fishing and for forested areas, this would have meant timber-related roles. 

But for land-based villages, the reason for their development would very regularly be linked to agriculture. And this is where we see some clear links between farms and villages.

What is a farming village?

A farming village is a rarity now. In the past, a farming village would have evolved from the agricultural work that would have happened on a farm. 

Now, of course, most people who live in villages travel elsewhere to work. Farming villages still exist, but modern industrial farming methods have meant that agricultural workers no longer have to live close to the farm they work at. 

 What type of farming is used in villages?

Farms require workers and historically these workers would need a conveniently close place to live. A farmer may have built cottages for his workers (tide cottages) or the workers may have built their own properties for a more comfortable and stable existence.

Either way, farming villages grew around the work on a nearby farm. 

For arable farms, this work would focus on the tillage of fields and the sowing and harvesting of crops. And for pastoral farms that may have centred around the rearing and slaughtering of livestock for food and other animal-based products, such as wool. 

Some farms would have done both. And successful farms would require larger numbers of workers and so many villages would have seen a growth in population over time.

If several farms in the area were successful, this may have attracted a more permanent desire for workers to stay for longer than a harvest or lambing and a village would grow. 

And because of this success farming villages would also have attracted skilled and semi-skilled workers such as blacksmiths, coppers and, in more modern times, mechanics.

You may also have a diary for making cheese, and for sheep farms, there may have been several cottage industries based around the spinning and weaving of wool. 

So although there are clear distinctions between farms and villages, it’s clear that people living in villages may have been historically dependent on a nearby farm for work. 

And one thing is for sure, it was often a farmstead that was the reason for the growth of many villages today. And from those villages grew towns, and from those towns, cities grew. Even London was a village once. Would it surprise you to find out that London still retains a few farms to this day? 

source https://villageandcottage.com/village-life/village-vs-farm/

[cmcsmen]

Catholic Men and Community

Basketball Is Really A Numbers Game - Copyright 2017 Frank J Casella

By Frank J Casella, Co-founder & Executive Director

While driving home from the recent Bishop’s Men’s Forum I found myself, once again, reflecting on the importance of men in community: The sharing of ideas that we experienced; the connecting the dots on our spiritual journeys; the Q and A; and breaking bread together.  And, as I talk with men afterwards, all of this has a positive effect on the other communities in our lives, as well as our families.

For example, Genesis 48:15 shows how blessings are spoken by Fathers. We shape the image of our wife by what and how we speak to her. Daughters will marry someone who disrespects her because our actions as her Father ( to her Mother ) illustrate to her this is how life works.  When we speak positive encouragement to our daughters about who she is as a person and a women, it gives her more confidence to be more than just a pretty face to men. Men, we need to speak to our kids about their future by painting for them a picture of success.

In our present culture we tend to be comfortable in our individual spaces, and not interact socially outside of our homes. But, as members of the Catholic Church, we are in communion with Jesus, and we are part of a community of other Catholics throughout the world and with the souls in Heaven and Purgatory through the Communion of Saints. Just as we need each other’s prayers, we also need each other’s friendship. We need Catholic friends to encourage us and support us in living as faithful Catholics, to help us with difficulties, and to celebrate the joys in life.

COMMUNITY -  from Catholic Culture: A group of persons who share the same beliefs, live together under authority, and co-operate in pursuing common interests for the benefit of others besides their own members. The degree of common belief, living, and activity determines the intensity of the community and its distinctive identity as a human society. (Etym Latin communitas, community, common possession; association; congregation, parish; generality.)

We, as Catholic men, subscribe to a brotherhood as spelled out by Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger (Pope Benedict XVI) in The Meaning of Christian Brotherhood:  

 [The celebration of the Eucharist] originally comprised, of course, both the liturgical meal and an ordinary, “physical” meal shared by Christians meeting together in one large unit. The liturgy and ordinary living had not yet become separated. This situation cannot be reconstructed under present circumstances, but Schurmann rightly points out that the need still remains for parishes to develop appropriate forms of community life outside the liturgy in order to supplement the liturgical gathering and make possible direct brotherly contact. The forms will vary according to circumstances, but we may make one general point: inasmuch as brotherhood in the parish is, as it were, divided up among different societies or organizations, it is necessary to keep bringing people together in larger groups in order to emphasize their relationship to the greater unity of the parish. The individual organization is justified only insofar as it serves the brotherhood of the whole community. This aim of making the parish community a true brotherhood ought to be taken very seriously. Today a trade union or a party can exist as a live and fraternal community, and so the actual experience of brotherhood for all the Christian members of a parish community can and, therefore, should become a primary goal.

Guys!  As the priest of our house, and CMCS – Men, we need to example and speak to our family about identity and family mission and what it means.  Commit to correcting their path, and leave the results to God.  God uses the broken experiences of our lives to turn it into His glory, if we are open to letting Him. And our CMCS community aids in this through our brotherhood of meeting together and discussing the faith issues that challenge us in the work place and at home.  And this to me is the importance of community interaction, as much as and as easy it is to just hop online, there is no substitute for meeting with each other in person.

So, I invite you to ask God to show you where He wants you to engage with other Catholic men: Through a parish men’s group, hosting a gathering with co-workers, inviting K of C brother knights to a faith sharing discussion or morning coffee, engaging the men in your family to a Sunday afternoon Bar-B-Q, or sponsoring a CMCS event at your parish, to name a few. There has never been a more important time in our present culture for Catholic men to take the lead through serving others.

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[hangezoeenthusiast]

You failed me

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 2,524

warnings: cursing, yelling, arguing, death, angst, blood, explosion, the egg (it deserves its own warning)

synopis: you guys failed me(us)

(the lyrics go with each person, might not get everyone, and also xd’s part is kinda wonky)

song: rät by penelope scott

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God They make technology, high quality, complex physiological Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good They taught me everything, just like a daddy should

Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap left you. Your mentors, your friends. The ones who taught you everything you knew. They went to build their little “Kinoko Kingdom” while you stayed in the ruins, the dust. “They’ll regret that.” you swore. You built something better, something greater.

It was called “Las Nevadas”. A place where everyone was allowed. They would remember not to fuck with you. They would soon realize that they should watch their back for the rest of their short, stupid lives.

“Watch out, you guys, I'm watching your every move.”

And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and success God damn, I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels, and your tech I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you And the real tragеdy is half of it was true

Wilbur majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be with you to the end, your guys’ country, right? No. He left you behind. He went to find peace, find his heaven, while you stayed on earth, wallowing away until your flesh seeped off your rattling bones, rotting away by yourself, with no one to bare witness.

“Why didn’t you bring me with you Wilbur?” you asked his stupid grave on top of the once L’Manburg. “Why did you get the ecstasy, why do I get the remains?”

“I’m coming for you Wilbur, and when I do, we are going to wreck upon justice on everyone who wronged us, wronged you, they will feel our wrath.”

But we've been fuckin' mеan, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I trusted you, it tastes like Thomas Malthus Your proposal is immodest and insane And I hope someday Selmers rides her fuckin' train

"Y/n!" Technoblade yelled. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED ME, FOR WHAT, TO BLOW UP A STUPID COUNTRY, A COUNTRY THAT WAS DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE START." He started to battle you, missing every single swing, blinded by fury.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE.”

"LOOK AT ME GODDAMN IT."

You looked up at him in the eyes and boldly said, "No, Techno, don’t you see, you’re in the wrong here, you’re the one who betrayed me." You were blinded by friendship, you couldn’t see that Tommy had betrayed Techno, and that what the Butcher Army did to Techno was terrible.

"What do you mean Y/n, you know what they did, they wronged me, they used me, they tortured me, they gave me hell, so I gave it back to them, I destroyed the things they loved, the people they loved, you see Y/n, those who have treated me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold, and those who treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over, do you understand?"

"No I don't, Techno, you can't do this.” you begged. He pushed you out of the way, "Get out of my way Y/n." “No, I won’t, I won’t let you destroy everything we worked for.”

“Well, then I have to fight you.”

And thus the battle began, Swords clashing against each other, blood spilling from open wounds, friends digging each other into a whole both of them couldn’t get out of. Techno was letting you off easy, he knew his strength, he knew that he could’ve beaten you in one swipe, but he didn’t want to kill you.

So when you had the opportunity, you swept from under his feet, and knocked him down. You placed your blade onto his neck, pressing down until a little drop of blood appeared, “Stay down Technoblade, or I’ll do something worse than try to put you on trial.”

He watched as you walked away from him, trying to save L’Manberg from a worst fate than death itself.

“One day Y/n, you’ll see, I’m on your side.”

I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I feel so stupid, and so used I feel so used

"Why would you do that Dream? You didn't have to do that." you interrogated. Dream had stupidly blew up the community house. You both didn't plan that, he had gone behind your back. "I had to Y/n, you wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand, you went against my back, we were supposed to-" you cut off yourself, "Dream, don't you understand, you did something stupid, and what did you get, you got stupid jail." "The reason I did that is because I needed to isolate myself from humanity." he said, proudness lacing his words.

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "If anyone knows I can revive people, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to be by myself, yeah it sucks major ass, but at least no one else will know, well, besides you anyways." "I have a task for you Y/n/n, I need you to find a way to bring Tommy and Ghostbur in here."

"Why Dream?"

"I'm going to revive Wilbur."

I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are

"PHILZA MINECRAFT COME BACK HERE." you were chasing Phil, through the woody forest, covered by oak trees. He had information on Technoblade's whereabouts and you needed it. You chased him with your enchanted netherite armor, netherite sword and axe, and a few op potions. Your goal was to capture Philza and interrogate him on where Techno's place was. The thing was, you were his child. His own child trying to kill his own son.

He felt betrayed, his own child turned against him and their brother, their family. "The Butcher Army must've gotten to you somehow." he thought in his head. Surely, his darling Y/n didn't do it on their own will, right?

He was incorrect, you did it because you believed that Techno needed to be brought to justice, by punishment. You believed that your own sibling needed to die, because he was a "liability" to L'Manberg's growth and future. He needed to die because as long as he would live his long life with his little enderman Edward, retired, he would still cause trouble to everything you, Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo had built.

He pleaded, "Stop Y/n, you don't have to do this." You argued, "I do Philza, as long as he lives, my plans for L'Manberg will forever cease to exist."

He felt like shit, you called him Philza, not Dadza, or Dad, or anything besides his normal name. "Did I screw something up?" he asked himself quietly under his breath. "Yes you did Phil, you took the traitor's side." you had heard Phil mumble.

"HE'S NOT A TRAITOR." Phil yelled at you. "Yes he is, he deserves what he is about to get, I will say it again, where is his base?"

"I'm not saying, Y/n, why are you doing this, Techno is your own sibling." "He's not my sibling anymore, that stopped when he destroyed L'Manberg, you're lucky I forgived you." you declared.

"Y/n/n, please don't do this."

"I have to Dadza, I can't let him roam free."

When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone I thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land For us to colonize, for us to turn to sand

Bad had tried to convice you to join the Eggpire. You had no effect while being next to the egg, and he had to take you out. People who had no effect towards the egg had to be eliminated.

He was creepily following you, waiting until you stopped to get a chance to capture you. He had hope that you did have an effect, that you would join the Egg with him. He didn't want to kill you, you were his best friend, besides Skeppy of course.

"Come back here Y/n." he said. "No chance in hell Bad, get the fuck away from me." "HEY, LANGUAGE!" he exclaimed. "No language, get away from me, you're creeping me out."

He threw his trident, spinning in the air, trying to catch up to your frantic steps. You were trying to get to Church Prime, where no one could kill anyone, hopefully Bad would abide to that rule. You were just about to step on Church Prime when you bumped into a hard, armored chest.

You looked up shyly, and saw Punz, with his red eyes reflecting anger. "Where are you going Y/n?" he questioned. "Somewhere." you blankly stated. You were desperate, you didn't want to die, or anything else that Bad was going to do to you. You tried to dodge Punz, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Stay right here Y/n."

"No, get away from me, I don't know what's wrong with all of you, but go away, I don't want anything to do with your stupid Eggpire." He raged, and grabbed your wrist heavily, "DON'T TALK ABOUT THE EGG LIKE THAT, IT WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE SERVER, AND YOU ALL WILL BE ITS SERVANTS." "LET ME THE FUCK GO PUNZ." you screamed. You were wiggling in his grip, trying to escape his lunatic self.

While he was holding you, you saw two other shadows behind you. It was Antfrost and Bad. "What do you guys want from me, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You are against the Egg Y/n, people who are like you and Tommy have to die."

"Well, I'm not dying today." you murmured under your breath. "What was that you said?" Antfrost asked you.

You smirked, "I'm not dying today, I'll tell you one more time, let go of me."

Bad and Antfrost walked closer to you, Punz right behind you, all of them cornering you into a tight spot. "What you going to do about it Y/n, you're cornered."

"You'll know when they get here, but for now, you better run boys."

'Cause we're so fuckin' mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church And this bullshit West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie? And then I realized that you're just as naïve as I am Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry

"Tubbo, don't do this." Schlatt had unfortunately found out that you were a spy, that you were on Pogtopia's side. He had ordered Tubbo to kill you with fireworks, to light you on fire, give you blisters all over your body. "Please Tubbs, you're my friend." you pleaded.

"I can't Y/n/n, or something worse will happen." he whispered to you. "What do you mean?" you asked. "He can-" he trailed off, looking somewhere else besides your eyes. "Tubbo, you don't have to do what that stupid bastard tells you to do, you're your own person, with your own thoughts and actions."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I hope you can forgive me."

"TUBBO N-" you was cut off by firewords hitting your skin, making blisters and burn marks all over your body. You lost your second canon life, feeling betrayed by Tubbo. He killed you for what, a stupid father who never cared about him in his entire life, a father who exiled his friends that actually treated him like a person, and not like some random piece of trash.

You respawned in your bed, feeling bruises and bumps mostly on your forearms and your back.

"I'll help you Tubbo, I’ll get rid of him.”

You dumb bitch I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused

“Come on Y/n/n, come with me.” Punz begged of you. He wanted you to visit the Egg. You didn’t want to be controlled by a stupid omelette. "I'm not Punzo, why are you so obsessed with that stupid thing."

"DON'T SPEAK OF THE EGG LIKE THAT."

You put your hands in front of you, accidentally touching Punz's chest, "Ok calm down buddy." He didn't calm down and instead yelled at you on why you had to join the Eggpire.

"If you join, you will be forever happy."

"If you join you'll get whatever you want."

You were tired of the members of the Eggpire to convince you to join them, you didn't like eggs anyway. "Punz, for the last time, I'm not joining you, stop telling me."

“Then you have to die.”

So fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets, fuck your cars again You promised you'd be Tesla, but you're just another Edison 'Cause Tesla broke a patent, all you ever broke were hearts I can't believe you tore humanity apart

“XD!” You were pissed at him, he had destroyed your house, made your friends pissed at you, just everything you liked. All because he wanted you for himself.

He wanted you to be dependent on his every word, and he was being a manipulative psychopath. And you didn’t tolerate that, it was like he was his human counterpart, Dream.

He walked to you with confidence, waiting for to get a hug from you, well, he didn’t get that. You slapped him so hard his head swung to the left.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“That’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch. You fucking ruined everything.” “Calm down Y/n/n, what is wrong?” He acted concerned, but you knew that he was faking. He would do anything to get someone’s approval.

“DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG, IT’S YOU, YOUR STUPID PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. YOU KEEP ON WALKING AROUND LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN THE PLACE.”

“Calm down darling, just take some netheri-” you interrupted him by slapping the ore out of his hands. “I don’t need jack shit from you XD, you know what, take back the necklace, I don’t want it.” You pulled the shiny, green emerald necklace off your neck, and pulled XD’s palm out.

You placed the necklace filled with memories, and put it on his hand. You closed up his palm, and walked away, leaving XD to his own accord.

“We could’ve had evertything X.”

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