#also you may be thinking to yourself 'how on gods green earth are they THIS low????' and i will tell you i thought the same thing.

[jovenshires]

TOP TEN SMOSH DYNAMICS AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS

→ 5: anthony & ian

" ian is kind of like the sun. where he’s just casting all these ideas, and i feel like i’m a magnifying glass that focuses and moves to create that fire. "

#smosh #ian hecox #anthony padilla #smoshedit #smosh gifs #gifs* #mine* #top10* #ianthony #smth smth they should have been in the club..... #also sorry that first gif is so crunchy but i REALLY wanted friendship always wins and. 2008 be like that. #also you may be thinking to yourself 'how on gods green earth are they THIS low????' and i will tell you i thought the same thing. #and then i realized: these are as voted by MY followers. nothing here is gonna make sense babes!

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

♡︎𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚♡︎

Day 9 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eijirou's never been this vulnerable with you before, but you find yourself loving it.

920 words.

'What the fuck?'

These are your first thoughts as you're smacked right in the cheek with Eijirou's dick.

You had been getting awefully heated during what was only supposed to be a quick makeout session between you and your boyfriend of one year. That was, until you started to focus your attention a little more south.

Kirishima always wears loose pants. That's one thing you know about him. He can't stand tight pants. You've also never seen him wear the infamous grey sweats either, regrettably. That would be some real eye-candy right there, you muse.

There was one other thing, too. He always got nervous when you mentioned taking off his pants. Any and all attempts at getting frisky with your boyfriend were shot down with a strained "maybe later" or "I don't think I'm ready...".

Really, you had never had any problems with it. Sure, it was a little frustrating when it would leave you pretty much high and dry, but you never, ever thought to take it out on him. He's ready when he's ready, and that's all there is to it. Until now.

If you knew this was what he was hiding under here, you probably would've said something a little sooner.

All this time, your boyfriend has been hiding an absolute monster away from you, not even letting you have a taste.

A flushed face as red as his hair hides behind large, nearly kept hands as Kirishima avoids any and all eye contact with you. You thought he may have gained confidence when he finally told you that you could get his pants off, but apparently not, since he now refuses to show his face.

"I-is it too much?... I knew you'd hate it- I just don't want to hurt you! God- w-what if you break!?"

What on God's green Earth is this man talking about?

"Huh? Hate it? Eijirou, after all this fuss I was starting to think maybe you had genital warts or something- or maybe a dick roughly the size of a cornflake- n-not this!"

Wide eyes only blink at you in surprise and confusion, but then melts into pleasure the second your warm, wet tongue licks a fat stripe down the underside of his length.

Fuck. He could literally cum right now from just seeing that lewd display, but he has to hold himself together. Though, with every passing second, and each kitten lick to his aching girth, he finds himself unraveling. Each little kiss and stroke chips away at his control and he soon finds himself struggling not to throw you onto the bed and fuck you so hard that the walls shake.

Meanwhile, you continue to press tentative licks and kisses to Eijirou's cock, heavy and throbbing in your hand. The slit weeps a slow por of precum, the head all red and neglected until you fit just the tip in your mouth, sending involuntary shivers up and down your boyfriend's spine. Tonight, you're going to show your boyfriend just how blessed he truly is.

As you stand back up again, leaving him needy and panting for you, his eyes follow your form, lingering on your breasts and hips, and he finds his fingers twitching with the sudden urge to hold you there.

Red eyes zone in on your figure like a hawk, thick, strong hands embracing you and dragging you down to rest atop his built, rock hard chest, and immediately Eijirou's last defences are down when he sees just how irresistible your tits look squished against his pecs.

Eijirou is usually such a gentle lover, layering your skin with butterfly kisses and affectionate nips that always look so delightful come morning, but neither of you have ever gone this far with eachother, and when he's got three fingers working their way into your tight cunt it almost seems that he's gone completely feral.

"Fuck-! Eiji! Give it to me-..."

Who is he to keep you waiting?

Barely an inkling of colour flashes in his eyes, overtaken by pupils blown out with lust, and the sight is met with another wave of liquid heat pooling beneath your legs, coating his fingers in your slick.

Once he finally deems you ready, his fingers are pulled from you without remorse, leaving you empty and needy until his lubed up head pressed up against you, slowly pushing inside of you and stretching out velvety walls.

The stretch is painful at first, causing your face to scrunch in a way that has his heart fluttering for you, little tears blossoming in your eyes and shining like gemstones.

A rough but comforting thumb wipes your tears away before they can properly fall, and your boyfriend graciously gives you a few seconds to get accustomed to the sting of his girth before he's bottoming out.

He pants and furrows his eyebrows, concentrating on not cumming the second he's fully engulfed by your hot cunt, and loose red strands fall past his shoulders as he bucks into you, chasing the same pleasure he got when you squeezed around him earlier.

With time, his cock is easier to take, and it's at this point where you begin to doubt that anything or anyone would ever be enough for you after this. Could you really go back to tiny vibrators after finally getting a taste of this?

"T-tell me if- Ah-! -if I'm hurting you-..."

It's a little late for that, you think, but he's just so adorable that you can't bear to hold it against him.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

For the Night Part 4

AN: Here we go!

Synopsis: You and Jack have finally made up and the two of you were now closer than ever, however your heart is on the fence with a decision you have to make and little do you know that two other people are going to find out about the pregnancy

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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It had been a few weeks since Jack had originally asked you to move in with him and you still hadn't given him an answer.

He didn't want to rush you by any means but he was getting antsy.

He understood your hesitations because he did hurt you, however, he was trying to do anything he could in order to make it up to you.

You were at home after you had gone to class and Jess was with you. Jack had a few things to do, but promised that you two would have a dinner date later. You figured that you might as well ask her opinion on it.

“Bestie, why you so quiet?” Jess asked as she was currently munching on the fish tacos that she had gotten for lunch. You had barely touched your steak tacos and you knew that she would be concerned.

“Jack asked me to move in with him.”

Jessica stopped her movements and simply looked at you.

“Jessica, say something please because I don’t know what to do.”

“Babe, I can’t tell you what to do. You have to make that decision for yourself and if you think that is the best thing for you and my niece, then okay.”

“That isn’t helping me.”

“Well, I mean there’s pros and cons to both. Pro, I can keep an eye on both of you and kick Jack’s ass as needed and the con? Well, living with your baby daddy who at one point wanted nothing to do with you or his child.”

“Well, damn.”

“Just being honest.” Jess said while holding up her hands in defense.

“It’s literally been two weeks since he asked me.”

“Oh, I’m surprised he isn’t breaking down the door with his sudden realization of feelings.”

“You are definitely his number one hater.”

“A title that I embrace. I can’t stand his ass and how he did the both of you. Wait until I get my hands on him.”

“Jess!”

“Can you blame me? You have the biggest heart and you are very forgiving which I love about you. However, it can also come back to bite you in the ass. I can’t even fathom if he goes back on his word after everything that he has put you through.”

“I try not to think about it.”

“I just… you’re my best friend and I worry about you. I always want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Jessica…hormones….please don’t make me cry.”

“Sorry, just telling it like it is!” She said before bringing you into a hug.

“But, whatever you decide, I will support you 100%. Now go eat something and take a nap because I know you’re tired.”

Jessica made sure that you were asleep before taking your phone and pulling up Jack on facetime. She was going to give him a piece of her mind one way or the other.

“Hey ba…. Oh….”

“Okay Harlow, you listen and you better listen good. Y/N is my best friend and I swear on everything that is within God’s green earth that if you even think about going back on your word that I have no hesitations to kill you even if you are my goddaughter’s father.”

“Um…”

“Don’t interrupt me. You put her through absolute hell the first part of this pregnancy and I told her to cut your ass off. But because of her big heart she decided not to. Now, if she does decide to move in with you, that’s fine I am not influencing her decision and I told her that she had to decide that on her own but I swear if you stick one of your damn curls out of line, I will have your ASS.”

“Jessica….”

“Now you may speak.”

“I… I know what I did was wrong and I was scared shitless. Instead of telling her, I tried to act as if it wasn’t happening and I shouldn’t have done that. I was serious about being all in. I’m going to take care of her and our daughter. And I was about to ask her to be my girlfriend before I found out she was pregnant, but after she told me I decided to wait because of how it might have looked to her.”

“She’ll probably say yes if you ask her, but give her a little more time. I’m happy we had this talk. Don’t mess up again.”

You were still sleeping when Jack got to your condo so Jessica opened the door for him and looked him up and down. She decided not to roll her eyes even if she wanted to. 

“Hmm, you are tall. She wasn’t lying about that part. But I will bring you to my height if I have to. Anyway she’s still sleeping, take care of my girl. Nice meeting you in person finally, I guess.”

“Uh, you too.” 

Jessica moved to the side to let him in before grabbing her purse on the table next to the door and leaving out.

Jack locked the door behind him before going to check on you in your bedroom. He took the steps two at a time and once he went into the room saw you sleeping peacefully with your hands resting on your belly and couldn’t do anything but smile.

He slid off his shoes before coming to lay next to you and then heard your voice. You immediately knew it was him because you smelled the cologne that you had gotten him as a gift. Even if the two of you were only friends with benefits, you were close in a lot of other ways too. 

“I missed you today.” You quietly said before turning to your other side to face him.

“I missed you too. How was your day? Is Little Miss behaving herself?” Jack asked before wrapping an arm around you. 

“Uneventful. And she’s been on her best behavior all day. I went to class and Jess bought us lunch and spent the afternoon with me. Where is she by the way?”

“She left a few minutes ago.”

“Shit, did she threaten you?” You curiously asked because knowing how she was she definitely did. 

“I think threatening is putting it lightly. I see why you were hesitant about me meeting her.”

“Well if things had gone a bit differently, she wouldn’t have had to do that. But anyway, moving on.”

“So… I wanted to mention something…”

“What is it?”

“I have a few appearances coming up that I have to go out of state for. I mean I know I’ve been flying back and forth but this will be the longest stretch that I’ve been away from you. And I keep putting things off and of course now people are starting to wonder if something is wrong since I’ve been focusing on you. And I don’t want to let anyone know quite yet since I know a lot is going to come with that.”

“Okay, so go. Don’t let me stop you.”

“But I don’t want to leave you just in case you need me or something happens.”

“I’ll be fine, I have Jessica.”

“I get that, but for my peace of mind I’d rather have eyes on you myself and be close to me. No offense to her.”

“I am nowhere near going into labor. We have a little while until she comes.”

All Jack did was sigh.

“Jack, I know that sigh, but I am not budging on this. You still have a career to focus on.”

“Okay, I have a suggestion then.”

“Which is?”

“You can always come with me, we’ll just have to be discreet.”

“Jack….”

“Please Y/N, I’ve already missed enough as it is. You can bring Jessica too if you want.”

“And how am I supposed to go to class?”

“Oh, I didn’t think about that part.” Jack said while looking down at you. He knew how important your education was to you and wasn’t about to get in the way of it.

“Like I said, I’ll be fine. You worry too much.”

“And it was usually you who worried too much.”

“I promise to give you updates by the hour if that will give you some peace of mind.”

All Jack did was roll his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me Jackman.”

“But you understand why, right?”

“Yes, but babe the second something happens I will tell you.”

“Fine.”

“Now I was thinking of names and I think I found the perfect one. And I know you definitely won’t argue about her middle name once I tell you.”

Jack had been gone for about a week and of course he was checking on you every single day and making sure you as well as your daughter were okay.

The two of you were currently on a facetime call when he could tell that something was wrong with you and asked you about it.

"Are you okay? You seem like something is bothering you."

"I'm okay, just stressing because finals are coming up that's all. I'm so close to getting this degree and I don't need anything holding me back."

"I know you'll do fine. My baby girl is smart and our daughter will be the same way."

"No doubt in my mind that she'll get her looks and smarts from me."

"HEY!"

"You've seen the latest sonogram. Only thing she might have is your forehead."

"You foul as shit for that." Jack answered before busting out laughing.

"When do we plan on telling everyone about her?" You asked while sitting up against the headboard.

You were dreading this conversation with your parents. They had been taking a year long cruise and they had only seen you through facetime calls from the chest up so they had no idea.

"I mean there's no rush. I know you like your privacy and so do I. You know the second that this comes out, that immediately goes out the window. I'm shielding you both from it as long as possible."

"I appreciate that but Urban doesn't even know, does he?"

"No and I know he's going to give me shit for it when I finally do tell him."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Have you given any more thought to moving in with me?"

"Yes."

"And what's your answer?"

"My answer is that I still don't have one."

"But babe…"

"Jack, you need to understand how much what you did hurt me."

"And I do!"

"If you really cared about me like you said you do, what went down should have never happened between us."

"I know, I'm just trying to make this right."

"And you're on the right path to making it right. However, I still have that fear in the back of my mind that you're going to go back on your word."

"But I'm not! Right before you told me you were pregnant, I was actually going to ask you to be my girlfriend. I haven't done it since I was scared of how that would look to you. That you would think that I was only asking you because you're pregnant when that isn't even the case. I wanted you to be my girlfriend before all of this happened. You can even ask Jessica because I told her the same thing."

All you did was sigh.

"I'm not trying to have this turn into an argument." Jack said while looking at you.

"Me either."

"I've caused you enough stress as it is and the last thing I want to do is cause more. I just want the both of you near me. Can you imagine the paparazzi finding out where you live and they start to harass you? I'm trying to avoid all that. Not saying it wouldn't happen if you were here with me, but at least I would be able to protect you both. I can't do that if you're away from me."

"I'll let you know my answer soon." You said while rubbing your protruding belly.

"I have a radio interview to do so we'll talk later?"

"I'll call you before I go to sleep." You said while giving him a small smile.

Once you hung up with Jack, you yelled for Jessica who had been downstairs in the kitchen fixing food for the two of you.

"What's wrong babe?" She asked while coming to sit next to you and you were trying your best not to cry.

You immediately grabbed her hand and placed it on your stomach.

"Do you feel anything?" You asked and Jess shook her head no.

"She's just probably sleeping. Look who her mother is." She said while laughing since you were known to be able to fall asleep anywhere.

"Jess, I haven't felt her move in two days."

And that’s when her eyes went wide.

"Did you tell Jack!?" She asked immediately jumping up.

"No, I didn't want to freak him out and worry him! He's a five hour plane ride from here!"

"But now I'm freaking out! Didn't you just get off the phone with him!?"

"Yes, but…"

"I'm texting him right now. Slip your shoes on and we're going to the emergency room."

"Jess…."

"No. No negativity. Let's go."

Jess- Jack, I'm taking Y/N to the emergency room

Jack- WHY? IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER OR THE BABY? 

Jack- I just talked to her

Jack- oh shit it was probably my doing. Fuck, did I upset her? I knew I shouldn't have brought it up 

Jack- I knew I should've brought her with me

Jess- Try to stay calm. But, she hasn't felt her move in 2 days.

Jack- WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ME?!

Jess- I said the same thing. I'll call you later once we know something 

Jack- Fuck that. I'm hopping on a plane as soon as I can.

Jess- And what excuse are you going to use in order to leave without anyone finding out about the two of them?

Jack- I'll figure it out

Urban then saw a panicked look on his best friend's face and immediately asked what was wrong with him.

"You okay? Something wrong?"

"Family emergency. Something's wrong with Clay."

"Oh shit. I'm coming with you."

"NO!"

This lead to Urban getting a confused look on his face since he didn't understand where this outburst was coming from. That wasn't like Jack at all. 

"I just… it shouldn't take me that long and I'm coming right back."

"But I should still go with you."

"I'll text you if I need you."

Urban could immediately tell that something was wrong and that his best friend was lying to him so he immediately called Clay who picked up on the second ring.

"CLAY!"

"Damn, hi to you too Urb. What the hell are you yelling for?"

"We're in L.A. and Jack said there was a family emergency and that something was wrong with you and when I offered to go with him, he immediately yelled and shut it down."

"Well, I'm fine and what the hell could he be hiding?"

"I have no idea. He left for the airport and I assumed he was going back to Kentucky, but now I'm not so sure." 

"Hmm."

"But you know what I've noticed? Any time we're in Atlanta he disappears for days at a time and he used to not do that. So I'm thinking if anything that's where he's going."

"Oh?"

"He's definitely hiding something and has been for months and we're about to find out what it is. I'm catching the next flight out to Atlanta. Meet me there so we can figure this shit out." 

By the time Jack finally reached you, he was an absolute mess. You had been admitted to the mother/baby unit just for the night so they could keep an eye on you. Jessica was with you when suddenly he busted into the room and immediately came over to you.

"Hi Jess, thank you for taking care of her."

"Of course. She's my bestie. Duh."

"Babe, I'm really not trying to yell, but why didn't you tell me? Don't you think that's important?"

"I know and I just…. I don't know."

"Promise to never do that again. If something is wrong, you tell me immediately, don't wait." Jack said while leaning down to kiss your forehead and brushing a few curls out of your face.

"Okay." You quietly said as you moved to get more comfortable on the bed while Jessica just mouthed the words 'I told you so' which made you sigh in defeat.

Just then he got a text from Urban who was asking him if everything was okay with Clay.

Urb- Soo any update? How’s Clay?

Jack- He's fine. Will stay with my parents for a few days.

Clay looked at Urban's phone as he handed it to him to show him what Jack had said. 

"You would think if he was trying to lie and put me in the middle of the lie that he would at least tell me so that we could have our stories straight." 

"His location is saying that he is at the hospital."

"But for what? This doesn't make any sense."

"We're about to go and find out." 

When the two of them finally reached the hospital, Urban immediately called him as they were sitting in the parking lot.

"Urb.."

"Get your ass outside in the main parking lot because you're going to stop lying to your best friend. I know you're in Atlanta and at the hospital because your dumbass didn't turn off your location and I guess you forgot that I can see it. Oh and Clay is with me and there isn't a scratch on him so get down here and start explaining." 

"Just come up to room 4039 and I’ll explain everything.." Jack said while letting out a sigh.

"We're coming now."

Once the two of them reached their destination, they knocked on the door before hearing Jack's voice to tell them to come in. Once they did, they were confused to see you laying on Jack's chest asleep with a protruding stomach in the hospital bed with Jessica in the corner playing on her phone.

Urban and Clay were immediately confused and looked towards Jack for an explanation. 

"Sooo I'm about to be a dad..." Jack whispered and Urban wasn't having it.

"A DAD OF WHAT? A DOG?" Urban screams and Jack quickly shushes him so that he didn't wake you up, but you woke up anyway and was now startled to see Urban and Clay in your hospital room and Clay immediately approached you. 

"Umm would she happen to be the emergency? Hi, I'm Clay, the better Harlow and your baby's soon to be uncle. And Jack, stop using me as your emergency excuse! Urban called me about to lose his shit thinking that something was wrong with me."

"Nice to meet you Clay, I'm Y/N."

"I…." Jack started to say, but Urban immediately cut him off. 

"Why didn't you tell me or Clay!?! I'm your best friend and you tell me EVERYTHING."

"Well…"

"Oh shit. I'm Jessica, by the way. The baby's godmother and I assume that Urban will be her godfather? And Clay, I totally believe you're the better Harlow because your brother is a FLOP." You heard Jess say from the corner as she was watching the scene unfold and you couldn’t help but to stifle a laugh. 

"JESSICA!" Jack exclaimed and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Hi Jessica, and yes he is a flop for lying to us."

"We were going to tell all of you soon. Jack just wanted to protect my privacy and not have paparazzi following me everywhere. My parents don’t even know either."

"How far along are you? By looking at you, he definitely didn't get you pregnant yesterday." This earned Urban a smack to the back of his head by Jack since he was standing close enough to him to be able to reach him with his hand that wasn’t wrapped around you.

"Ow! I didn't mean it like that! You're gorgeous by the way!"

"Back off, she's mine."

"Clearly, you impregnated her."

"CLAY!" 

"Thank you and almost 7 months."

"Jack, mom and dad are going to KILL you."

"I'll deal with it when the time comes." 

"SEVEN MONTHS!? JACKKKK!"

"I know."

“He really wasn’t even there for the first four.” You heard Jess mutter, but Clay heard her.

“Oh, so you were being a deadbeat to Y/N and my niece isn’t even here yet?”

“Jess, please stop throwing me under the bus.”

“I call it like I see it….. FLOP.”

"Is this where you disappear to for days at a time!? To be with Y/N?"

"Possibly." 

"How the? I stay with you all the time and never saw any baby things around."

"Because my guest bedroom is on the first floor. Her room is upstairs next to mine and that's where everything is. That door was always closed."

"IT'S A GIRL!?" Clay exclaimed and he was clearly excited.

"And she has your brother's forehead." You added and Jack immediately rolled his eyes. 

"Damn, double homicide."

"JESSICA! CUT.IT.OUT." 

"DID I LIE, JACK?"

"I'm not answering that." 

"Sooo, I'm assuming that everything is okay now?" Urban asked while looking over at the two of you.

"Yes, they're just going to keep me here overnight to monitor me and the little one. I got scared because I didn't feel her move for two days. I tried everything and she always moves when she hears Jack's voice. I played Sundown which is her latest favorite and got nothing and I immediately got scared." 

"Jack's reaction now makes sense." 

“They checked on her and said she’s fine, and that she really was sleeping. I just don’t ever remember her sleeping for that long. Like I said, any time she hears his voice, she’s active.”

“I’m just happy that you’re both okay.” Jack said while reaching over to kiss your cheek and you immediately smiled.

“Are the two of you together yet?” Jess asked while she munched on her popcorn and watched her movie on Netflix.

“Wait, the two of you aren’t even together?” Urban asked, confused.

“Nope, they were friends with benefits and they met on the Creme De La Creme tour in Atlanta and have been fucking ever since.”

:”JESSICAAA!”

“What? It’s as good a time as ever to tell them. Just get it all out in the open. Oh, you two are going to love this, he hung up the phone on her when she told him she was pregnant and didn’t call her back for two weeks. You can imagine how much I wanted to kick his ass. Once again, FLOP!”

“I’ve made up for that! And I was scared shitless!”

“Oh, and she’s WASN’T?!”

“Cut it out, you two. NOW.” You said while looking at the both of them and Jess held up her hands in defense.

“Look, I tolerate him for you and my goddaughter and that’s about it. He already started off on the wrong foot with me. Keep your word Harlow, and you just might end up on my good side.”

All Jack did was sigh as Jess went back to her movie.

“That… explains a lot.” Urban said while looking at him.

“Explains what?”

“Why you would look so stressed all the time. No one could figure out why and you wouldn’t say anything. Every time I asked you, you said that you were fine so I just dropped it, but I knew better. I was waiting for you to come to me and tell me when you were ready, but you never did.”

Urban truly knew Jack like the back of his hand and Jack couldn’t help but to start to feel a little guilty.

“So, no more surprises that you want to share with us?” Clay asked before going to sit next to Jessica.

“No, that’s it.”

“Look, if you two plan on getting married, just let us be the witnesses so we aren’t caught off guard like this again.”

It was now a week until your due date and you were seriously feeling it.

You wanted this baby out of you and you wanted her out now.

Jack was doing his best to keep you as comfortable as possible, but nothing was really working, but he did figure out that you liked to be laying next to him in order to get you to sleep better, but he didn’t tell you that because you would probably deny it.

You had just woken up when you heard the vacuum cleaner downstairs. You stayed over at Jack’s condo last night and still haven’t given him an answer on if you were moving in with him or not.

It was decided that you would take a shower in an attempt to get you to feel better because you felt like you had slept a total of thirty minutes.

When you had gotten out, after lathering yourself in your lavender lotion, you decided on your leggings along with one of Jack’s New Balance hoodies and made your way downstairs to see Urban and Clay sitting on the couch looking extremely confused. You followed their gaze to see Jack in one of your many bonnets to protect his curls and your apron that was covered in flowers and you couldn’t help but to stifle a laugh.

You went and sat next to Clay as Jack was now dusting around the living room.

“Um, how long has he been at this?”

“All morning.”

“And when did he even have the time to go and get my bonnet and apron from my condo?”

“Trust and believe if it has anything to do with you or the little one he was going to find a way to get it done.” Urban said as he opened a bag of spicy pork rinds and began eating. This led to him getting yelled at by Jack.

“URBAN! I JUST VACUUMED, DO NOT GET ANY CRUMBS ANYWHERE!”

“Well got damn! Okay, I won’t.” Urban said, startled at his outburst.

“Oh, hi babe. How’d you sleep?”

“Terribly, but I like your outfit. Definitely made me smile when I came down the steps.”

“I figured that this place needed to be spotless for when she got here. You hungry? I can order you something.”

“BECAUSE YOU DAMN SURE CANNOT COOK! MIGHT POISON HER AND THE BABY.”

“Babe, cover her ears.” Jack said to you and you looked at him confused, but put both hands on each side of your stomach.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP CLAY! Okay, you can uncover her ears now. You know she can hear us and I don’t want her…. URBAN, I SEE CRUMBS! GET THE FUC… GET THE VACUUM NOW!”

“What the hell are you?!?! The crumb police?!”

“If your goddaughter gets a hold of a damn pork rind crumb, I’m blaming you and you will be banned from eating them over here.”

“At this rate, her first word is about to be a cuss word.” Clay said while laughing. 

“Anyway, what you want to eat mamas? I’ll make Urban go get it since he HAS NO RESPECT FOR MY VACUUMING SKILLS.”

“I can’t wait for Y/N to push baby girl out so she can kick your ass for how outta pocket you’re being. But, Y/N, what do you want?”

“Baby, you BETTER NOT say anything greasy either.”

“LET HER EAT WHAT SHE WANTS. SHE’S ABOUT TO PUSH OUT A BABY THAT HAS YOUR WATERMELON LOOKING ASS HEAD!”

“URBAN!”

“Umm, my usual from chic-fil-a and my milkshake is fine.” You said while trying not to laugh.”

“I can’t believe that she’s only going to dilate ten centimeters. Do you not see how big Jack’s head is now?”

“Shit, have you seen his baby pictures? It was big then.”

“The two of you can get the hell out of my house.”

“JACK! Be nice!” You said while looking over at him.

“Urban, if I see one more crumb…. ONE…. I’m going to….”

You were headed to the bathroom and Jack’s voice got quieter as you made your way down the hallway.

You pulled down your leggings and underwear to see that the mucus plug had now come out.

This was it. You were now going into labor.

You finished using the bathroom and quickly washed your hands before making your way back out to the living room where the three of them were. 

“Jack?”

“What’s wrong mamas?”

“My mucus plug came out.”

Since Jack had been reading a lot of pregnancy books, he immediately knew what that meant and his eyes got wide. He looked to his left, where his keys were next to the lamp on the side table and threw his keys at Urban.

“Go start the car.”

“Wait, what?”

“Hold on, is… is it happening? Is what I think that’s happening really happening?”

“YES CLAY!”

Jack immediately ran up the steps two at a time in order to get your overnight bag. You had one at his condo and yours just to make sure that wherever you were that you would have one. Jack then came down the steps without the bonnet or apron and helped you put on your New Balances.

“You ready for this mamas?” Jack asked and he was trying to put on a brave face for you, but he knew that you were scared beyond belief.

Shit, so was he. 

“No. Immediately no. Call Jessica.”

“I will and I’ll tell her to meet us at the hospital, okay?”

Jack had gotten you settled in the backseat of the car with Urban in the driver’s seat and Clay in the passenger seat while Jack sat next to you. 

That was when the contractions started to hit you like a ton of bricks and you were holding Jack’s hand for dear life as Urban was speeding down the highway.

“Oh shit, this hurtssss.”

“You have to breathe, baby, I know it does, but it won’t be long and we’ll get to hold her.”

“I know, but shit. Why does it have to hurt so bad?” You said while laying your head on Jack’s shoulder. 

“Urb, can we go any faster?!”

“JACK, I AM GOING 90 IN A 55, HOW MUCH FASTER DO YOU WANT ME TO GO?!”

“FUCK!”

“Language! My daughter can hear you!”

“Umm, we have a problem.”

“Why are we slowing down?”

“That’s the problem…. Ummm…….”

“Um, WHAT?!” Jack asked while looking at Clay.

“Traffic is backed up for miles.”

The four of you had now been sitting in traffic for a total of two hours and you were about to lose your shit. You didn’t think she would be coming any time soon since this was your first, but you had to keep in mind that you had to be prepared for anything to happen. 

“JACK, GET YOUR DAUGHTER OUT OF ME. NEOW!”

“Deep breaths, I know it hurts, but um can you switch to my other hand? This one is turning purple.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s okay, that’s nothing compared to how you’re feeling so I can deal with it.”

“Why haven’t we moved?!”

“Can’t we go on the shoulder?”

“For us to get pulled over and have it be even longer?!”

“We need a police escort. Where the fuck are they when we need them!?”

“LANGUAGE!”

Just then you had the urge to push and you knew that more than likely, she was probably going to be born in the back of her father’s car.

“Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“Get that towel you always keep in the back.”

“For what, babe?”

“I have a feeling that she is not going to wait much longer. Even if we were to call 911, there is no way that they’ll get to me in time. I don’t even see a mile marker to know exactly where we are.”

“WHAT?! IN MY CAR?!”

“JACK, SHUT UP! THIS IS YOUR DAUGHTER WE’RE TALKING ABOUT!”

“Okay, okay, umm… now where did I put it?” Jack reached behind the two of you and fiddled around until he found it and placed it next to him.

As you lifted your hips so that Jack could help you get your leggings off, his eyes went wide and you were thoroughly confused.

“Jack, you have seen me plenty of times before with less on so why the hell are you…. Oh shit.”

“Is that….? Is that HER HEAD?!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IS THAT HER HEAD?! WE’RE NOT READY FOR HER YET!” Clay exclaimed while looking at all the traffic ahead of them. 

“Damn, Jack is freaking out more than Y/N is!”

“Please don’t faint back there.”

“I’m fine.”

“Not you, Y/N, I meant your baby daddy.”

You did another push and that’s when her shoulder came out and you looked over at Jack who was mesmerized. 

“Pull her out the rest of the way, her shoulders are out so she should slide right out.”

Jack did as he was told and heard her first cries and proceeded to wrap her up in the towel that he had while Urban and Clay were in the front trying to come up with a plan to get you to the hospital. 

“Not many people can say that they delivered their first child in the back of their car.”

“I didn’t even do anything, you did all the work. She is gorgeous and looks just like you.”

“Except her forehead.”

“CLAY!”

Just then Urban saw a police car in the rearview mirror and immediately flagged him down.

The officer came to the window to see what the problem was.

“Hi, we need an escort to the hospital immediately!”

“Is someone hurt?”

“My goddaughter was just born in the back of my best friend's car so umm… no one is hurt but still.”

“Is mom and baby, okay?”

“We’re fine!” You yelled from the backseat as you were holding onto her tightly.

“Put your flashers on and follow me.”

Twenty minutes later, an entire medical team met you outside and placed you onto a stretcher while you were still holding onto her. They placed you on the postpartum unit all while making sure your vitals as well as hers were okay. She got a clean bill of health and you honestly couldn’t have been happier.

You were now resting while Caoimhe (pronounced Kweeva) was asleep on Jack’s chest who was sitting next to you.

“Did we really make her?” Jack asked while looking down at her. He was amazed at how tiny she was.

“We did. You don’t recognize that forehead?”

“You didn’t have to say all that. But, I always thought you were a superwoman, but today you took it to a whole nother level.”

“Look, she wasn’t waiting for anybody so I had no choice.”

“She wants what she wants when she wants it. Just like her mother.”

“Now, you didn’t have to say all that.”

Just then you heard the door open and in came Jessica with a whole bunch of balloons and gifts in her hands.

“I already know when she becomes a teenager and pisses yall off that the first thing outta yall mouth will be, remember when I gave birth to you in the back of your daddy’s car because you were so impatient? I pushed you out WITH NO EPIDURAL. Anyway, awww oh my goodness she’s beautiful. Look at what you two made. She is going to be so spoiled by me.”

“She already is.” Jack mumbled and Jess sent him the evil eye.

“Shut it, Jack and let me hold her.” He quickly handed her over to Jess and she began to rock her back and forth.

“What’s her name?”

“Caoimhe Margaret. I gave her Jack’s mom’s middle name so she’ll be less mad at him when we tell her. Her first name means beautiful in Irish”

“That is adorable, perfect name for my perfect goddaughter.”

Just then the tech assigned to your room came in and did a double take. 

You assume that she saw Jack and that was why. 

“Oh, um, hi Ms. Y/L/N I’m Leah and I’ll be your tech for the night. Anything that I can get you?

“No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

“How about anyone else?”

“I’ll just take a cup of ice.” Jack told her and she immediately turned red.

“Okay, be right back!”

“I think she has a crush on you, Jack.”

“Doesn’t matter because I have a crush on Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and laugh.

But what you didn’t know was that when you and Jack were looking down at Caoimhe, she snapped a picture and decided to send it to TMZ.

It was around midnight when Jack’s phone started going off non-stop. He was sound asleep, but you were up feeding Caoimhe and called out to him.

“Jack, answer your phone, it keeps going off.”

He grabbed it from beside him and opened it to see over 100 text messages and at least 40 missed calls and was thoroughly confused.

It wasn’t until he saw his notification for Twitter when all hell broke loose.

TMZ: Looks like congratulations are in order for Jack Harlow and his mystery girlfriend! We have gotten word that he is now a father to a beautiful baby girl! More details to come as soon as we know more.

“FUCK!”

“Jack! Language!”

“Babe, I know, but we have a problem.”

“What?”

“Someone took a picture of us holding her and sent it to TMZ. They know about the both of you now.”

Just then a new text message came through on Jack’s phone that was his mother.

Mom- Do you have something that you want to tell me? Why is everyone calling me and telling me that you’re a FATHER? You better start explaining and you better start now.

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[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2022: October 27th

Day 27: Forniphilia (Human Furniture) // Breath Play // Infidelity

Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Dom/sub tones, porn, masturbation, untouched ejaculation

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You smirk at the disgruntled frown that creases Whiskey’s brow. That cocksure grin that annoys you so much wiped off his face and there is a slight disbelief in his eyes, as if he couldn’t understand how things had turned out to not be in his favor. 

“A bet is a bet, Agent Whiskey.” You crow, making sure that this wounds his no-so-small ego and also calls into question his honor. Things that he is very brash in protecting. “And I believe that you lost.” 

“Fuck.” The curse is hissed under his breath, the scowl pulling down that perfectly trimmed mustache that you always wanted to take for a ride, but you wouldn’t deal with the insufferable ego that went along with it. 

Honestly, the only reason that Jack had made this bet with you is because he had been sure that he would be the one winning. That you would be the one that would be submitting to his whims. You have no doubt that he had planned out something that you would find less amusing than he would. However, you wouldn’t find out today. 

There is a small little giggle that escapes your lips and you can’t wait to see his reaction when he realizes what exactly you have planned for the brash agent. Completely meant to take him down a peg or five and serve him up a large slice of humble pie. 

“My place, seven o’clock.” You chirp, wiggling your fingers goodbye at him as you turn around to walk away. 

“Now hold on a damn minute.” Jack huffs, making you look back to find his hands on his hips as he looks towards Ginger as if this is all her fault. “There ain’t no way on God’s green earth that she completed more missions than I did. I’m the senior agent here.” 

You snort, shake your head and give a small shrug of your shoulder. “Don’t tell me you already ordered the barely there outfit you wanted me to wear while I was at your beck and call?” You know how Jack operates, he’s not exactly subtle with his leering and the comments that plenty of women around Statesman had heard. Even if he was a sexist jerk, he was fucking handsome and that might be the only reason he didn’t get slapped as often as he should. 

The huff and slightly ruddiness of his cheeks gives him away. Making you giggle again and tut. “Jack….poor Jack.” You coo condescending. “You forgot that you were injured for nearly three weeks during the timeframe you chose.” You remind him with a vicious grin. “Who do you think took on your cases? Surely not Tequila.” 

That’s exactly who he thought had taken on his cases. You wonder if he had just assumed or if the younger agent had embellished his own work over those weeks. It wouldn’t surprise you. 

“Son of a bitch.” Jack hisses, realizing he had set himself up for failure and he has no one to blame but himself. 

“See you at seven.” You hum, grinning to yourself as you walk away, eager for later on tonight to see how Jack looks in your living room. 

****

“You want me to what?” His brows shoot up, his hat already off his head and he looks around as if he is trying to spot a camera or some of the other agents hiding away to see his reaction to your decision on how he would pay off his debt from the bet. 

“Strip down.” You repeat. “All of it, bare assed.” 

“Now hold on-”

“How much material was in the outfit you ordered Jack?” You demand, brow raised. You might have hacked into his emails and seen the outfit, knowing that it was completely sheer. It would have been better to be naked like you were demanding him to be. 

“There was-”

“Not fucking much.” You interrupt. “Now you can pay out your bet here, In the privacy of my home or we could make this happen at Statesman. And while you would have to wear something, I would make sure it was most embarrassing for you.” As you know he would as well. 

Dark brown eyes watch you for a long moment, gauging how serious you are before he huffs and starts to peel his jacket off. It’s honestly sad how quickly your cunt clenches just from the fact that he was submitting. Giving you control over this. 

“Now you want me just, kneel down?” His brow is scrunched, confused and you bite your lip to keep from smirking at the total bewilderment that is now on his face. You hadn’t missed the split second smirk on his face when he has assumed you had told him to strip down so you could fuck him. 

You motion to the empty space in front of your couch. “I’m missing a coffee table.” The one that is normally there is in your spare room, but that’s not the point. The point is for him to be your coffee table. 

“Yeah but-”

“Jack, you’re the one that said the bet could be anything we want it to be. If you don’t want to do this, let me know. You know the other option.” You smirk, knowing his ego wouldn’t let him tell the entire Statesman division that you were a better agent than he was. There was absolutely no way. 

Huffing, your challenge works - Jack starts ripping at the buttons on his deliciously tailored shirt. Revealing the golden skin beneath, sliding it off his shoulders and sighing as he starts to toe off his boots. “Let’s get this over with.”

****

That’s an interesting turn of events if you do say so yourself. You bite your lip, eyes firmly glued under the small pooch of Jack’s belly as his body is held ramrod straight. Hands and knees firm on the floor under him. That’s not the interesting part, the interesting part is that Jack’s cock is hard. 

Your tea cup and saucer in your hand, you hum as you set it down on his back as you sit down on the sofa. Humming to yourself as you notice that the impressive hard on that had been bobbing in the air beneath him has not gone away. The small dribble of liquid underneath him telling you that he’s really excited about this. 

He can’t talk to you, he can’t look at you and he can’t move. Those are the rules of your little prize tonight. His small little ass is cute, almost nonexistent as he acts as your coffee table. A sharp drop off instead of a rounded edge but you don’t mind it. It’s appealing even without the painted on jeans he wears and now you know why the front bulges so deliciously. The rumors are that Jack may suck at sex, but he is packing the right equipment. 

Grinning, you pull your feet up off the foot and prop them on your human coffee table. Hearing the small moan that he tries to hide, the bouncing of his cock even though he hasn’t moved. Wiggling your toes, you seemingly ignore him, reaching for your remote to turn on the tv. You have the perfect thing picked out for this moment. 

Jack inhales sharply, making the cup rattle as he hears the soft moans. You see the tension in his entire body as his eyes cut towards your tv, positioned just to where he can barely see the screen out of the corner of his eye. It’s your video. One you had from when you were seducing a target. A personal favorite for when you needed to rub one out and right now, you are feeling horny. 

Your fingers dip beneath the waistband of your pants, sliding under your panties to start to slowly rub your clit. You won’t get naked in front of Jack, not yet. Your moan makes his cock twitch again, another dribble of cum hits the floor but you don’t comment on it. Feeling the muscles of his back ripple under your feet as you gently push them into his skin. Bracing them while your fingers work your cunt.

There’s always been a power dynamic between the two of you, a fight for control but you never expected Jack Daniels to be a submissive. Not the way that his body is giving away his excitement for this. If you were going to acknowledge your table, you would cup his cock and see if he moans. Instead you concentrate on making yourself cum, the rattling of the cup on his back very telling on how many muscles are moving even though he has strict instructions to keep still. 

He likes this. Really likes this if the way his entire body trembles every time you moan. HIs jaw locked and tight and his breathing less measured than it had been before. A quick glance at him tells you that the head of his cock is deeply flushed, almost purple with need. 

It makes your clit throb, the tension building in your belly as your toes start to curl. You’re close, so very close to cumming while Jack listens to you. Biting your lip, another few swipes of your fingers against your clit while you watch yourself fuck on screen and your cumming. Crying out softly and digging your toes into Jack’s back while your legs push against him. Feeling your entire body lock up, eyes closing when you hear Jack groan. 

Panting, you relax and open your eyes, looking down to find that Jack’s head is hanging between his shoulder blades. Ropes of cum are splattered on the floor and you hum at the sight. Jack had just cum, untouched by this scene. 

Lifting your feet off his back, you plant them on the floor and lean forward after you pull your hand out of your pants. “If you come back, I’m going to use you as my chair.” You whisper, making him moan softly, looking up at you with a strange mixture of shame and curiosity in his eyes. It was a surprise that Jack was submissive for sure, but somehow, you have a feeling that he will come back to be your chair. 

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[heretyc]

eddie and val headcanons + rlly small fics to get back into my writing spirit [DD:DNE]

There are some sections that mention vague NSFW but that's it. These are also taking place in their original universes; I love modern AU but it's fun to experiment and whatnot. They don't murder you but instead like/love you because fanfiction logic hehehehehe

If there are spelling mistakes, forgive me. I am not kidding I am on my KNEES and I want you to forgive me [although I will be rereading this like a BITCH]

I added the DD:DNE tag because I don't condone anything that happens in these nor do I encourage you to enter a relationship with a murderer or a cultist [insert The Rock's eyebrow meme here]

Implied TW with the DD:DNE tag. Eddie's a murderer and Val is Val [aka a rapist with a bigger ass than mine wtf], so proceed with caution if mentions of sex and murder disturb you. Val uses they/them because everyone sees them differently. See them however you want in this 🙏

These are basic hc's but being a hoe I added reader interaction. #girlboss

Feel free to give me your thoughts on how I portrayed these two!

☸ Eddie Gluskin —

♡ As much as you'd like to take him home with you, you cannot do that unless you want your entire neighbourhood to be slashed to shit because of an angry murderous man toddler. He cannot enter society because I think you know what would happen if he did. Not to mention he's probably on some wanted list. He needs to stay in a normal institution where he ISN'T tested for some weird supernatural bullshit.

♡ He also needs to be taught that misogyny isn't cute.

♡ Eddie has an intense fear of abandonment, as shown when Waylon runs off from him. This results in an outburst, so it's not entirely inaccurate for me to think he has a Cluster B personality disorder. Meaning he is emotional, erratic, and dramatic. We all see how his emotions span from anger to sadness in a single minute.

However before Murkoff scrambled his brains he exhibited more behaviours from the Cluster C personality disorders.

[Cluster types here if you'd like to know more]

♡ Eddie...would not be the best partner. Walking on eggshells is not the way to go.

♡ If you decide to become intimate with him I am sending you all the luck on God's green Earth.

♡ He'd need patience. Loads and loads of patience. Also, like...hide the sharp objects.

♡ He'd need to vent, man. Vent and vent and vent. If you're understanding and compassionate, he'll appreciate it immensely.

♡ He has the shittest coping mechanisms. Introduce him to something healthier, please.

♡ Eddie has very childlike beliefs. Death is not a thing to him, rather he views it as "sleep". Due to not being able to have a proper childhood, you can expect a lot of topics to be seen from an innocent point of view. He cannot help it.

♡ It's very likely his charming personality is just a front so you don't leave him. If you stay with him he'll likely form his own, although it's possible he'll keep the gentleman persona to a point.

♡ Sexually, he may not be as immaculate as he likes to think he is; a panic attack is very much a possibility. Flashbacks, too.

♡ Patience comes out to play yet again, here.

♡ Despite his violent outbursts and such, he has his pros.

♡ Can take a very optimistic approach to things. You dropped something and it broke? Silly you! You accidentally cut yourself? Oh dear, be more careful next time!

♡ He can sometimes come to extremely inaccurate conclusions. Waylon falling and getting stabbed by glass = trying to die just to get away from Eddie.

...That's not completely untrue, but you know. Assure him that you're not trying to secretly leave his ass. [Unless you are. Then good luck :*]

♡ Obviously homemade clothes, crafted with love. Maybe some blood here and there.

♡ Murkoff is a shit place to reside in, but because the mention of Eddie scares the variants shitless, nobody goes near you. A blessing and a curse.

♡ He's no doctor, not like Trager, but he does have experience with stitching if the time ever comes when you need stitches. Just make sure you take a shitload of painkillers first. Eddie is precise, but he can't make it painless.

♡ He'd prevent you from venturing into the gym for...obvious reasons.

♡ If a variant had previously scared the bejesus out of you or just generally made you feel unsafe, he'd give them the Eddie Gluskin treatment, no questions asked.

♡ You can't eat sewing machines. They taste gross. No nutritional value. So you make the extremely brave trip above to grab food from the low-key haunting cafeteria. Also...water.

Anxiety and anger combat each other in Eddie's head, but basically, to avoid any visits from the Groom, Dennis will spectate your little adventure and make sure you come back. When the Groom has to leave his little mancave, it's never good.

♡ Because he's old-fashioned and has been surrounded by nothing but this cold asylum, he knows nothing about modern stuff. Cell phones? He's not sure what that shit is but it's magical.

♡ You have no service down here, but you DID manage to find a free wifi signal...might as well pass the time until your phone dies.

♡ He's enamoured. Duh.

♡ It doesn't hurt to open YouTube and introduce him to the Fallout soundtrack. Promise. Too much oldies for him to miss out on.

I beg you...please introduce him to Cheek to Cheek by Fred Astaire. Not because I listened to it while writing this but it fits him so well. [I also was non-stop listening to The Plagues from The Prince of Egypt but that's different rofl]

♡ He'd be a bird person. 100%. They'd sing together, and the feathers of the bird would no doubt inspire Eddie to work with colourful fabrics. [I had a dream about Eddie keeping me in a birdcage...it was odd but that's how dreams are ig]

♡ He'd like winter. An excuse to stay indoors and spend time with his loved ones.

♡ He has mannequins to use for his dressmaking and such, but he'll use you for it instead once you're settled. [Aka forced to stay down there and make no effort to leave anymore.]

♡ If he's able, he gives the best embraces. Like...expect the warmest and biggest of hugs.

♡ If you're having difficulties sleeping, he'll happily use his sleep gas on you. Just...um...expect to sleep for the next 12 hours. It's potent.

♡ Eddie is an excellent listener when you need him to be. Ranting about your problems to him as he sews or sharpens his knives is a common activity.

♡ Wants to suffer with you. Doesn't matter what it is, he's intent on sharing your struggles. Not to the point where he'll mimic your injuries but he'll make you squeeze his hand or something.

♡ He learns to take his anger out on variants instead of you. Since meeting you've shown him [forced] kindness, it'd be wrong to harm the one person he's grown to actually like.

♡ Oh yeah. Kindness. Eddie's life has been full of monstrous individuals. His uncle. His father. The staff here...kindness is a foreign thing to him.

♡ He will not let you go. It's something he craves, now. And he reciprocates.

♡ Just saying...if a Murkoff staff member finds their way into the third floor, whether to kill you so you don't spread their secret or just to hide away, don't stop Eddie from expressing his rage.

Sit back, relax, witness the bloodshed.

♡ Eddie doesn't mind blood getting on him. It's warm, a lovely shade of red. What's not to like about it?

However, he will refrain from getting it on you. You've expressed disgust before.

♡ He seems like the type to write poetry. With his vocab? You bet.

♡ Chastise this mfer if he says something misogynistic or something hurtful to you. He's not in a situation where he has to be on fight mode [in his words, "vulgar mode"] anymore. He has no excuses, goddammit.

♡ He uses pet names for everyone. Easier than having to learn and remember names.

Well...pet names for the people he likes. Vulgarities for anybody else.

♡ His love language is a mix between physical touches, compliments, gifts and murder. The last one is...eh.

By murder I mean you'll be safe from any assholes with the intent to harm you.

♡ If Waylon exists [aka you're not in his place] and traverses down there, you can bet he'll try to get you out. Whatever happens to him is up to you. [Save his ass if you can though or Lisa will be furious, okay??]

♡ If you're afraid of thunderstorms, then his little section of the asylum is the best place to be. His music drowns out the thunder and torrential rain. Lightning is still a possibility but he'll take your mind off of it.

♡ He avoids sleep like the plague. Night terrors are inevitable and he doesn't get his work done if he's asleep.

♡ You know how they give dementia patients baby dolls to help them calm down? Give one to Eddie.

♡ If your childhood was traumatic as well, he'll listen to you talk about it. Again; excellent listener when he needs to be.

♡ He has issues separating his own beliefs and reality. Be extremely careful with this information.

♡ If you didn't like work or going outside before, you miss the hell out of those now. You're not as afraid anymore, but the boredom is more likely to kill you.

♡ If he is sexually active, he's a gentle dom. Unless he's angry in that moment, in which he's rough. Aftercare is a must with him, too.

♡ Eddie never leaves the third floor as long as you're there. If he leaves to grab a victim and someone managed to slip by and hurt you, what will he do with himself?

♡ He'll come outside with you to the courtyard but that's the farthest he'll go.

♡ He'd be a violinist. Violins tend to sound haunting and elegant, which I think suit him well.

♡ There are so many sewing machines down there, that it'd be weird to not consider learning how to sew.

Yes, he teaches you.

♡ This man is tall. 'Climb him like a tree' tall. No longer will you have to stand on your tippy-toes to grab things off of shelves. [If you're short of course lol]

♡ He'd support the things you'd like. He probably has no idea what those things are but he doesn't need to in order to support you.

♡ He makes Christmas sweaters. Yes, they're ugly. No, you won't tell him.

♡ If you were a variant beforehand, nobody goes near the third floor. Everyone knows of your combined wrath.

♡ I don't think he cares too much about Walrider. It's more enamoured with Miles, whom he knows nothing about because he doesn't even know Miles exists, but he has more things to worry about.

♡ He also would not care about Chris, Jeremy or Trager unless they involved themselves. He cares only for his territory, his wives and himself. [And you, obviously.]

♡ He doesn't bat an eye when he has to murder another variant. It's just a common thing for him. Almost the same as breathing.

♡ Because he has mood swings and gets angry over the smallest of things, he will 100% say things in the heat of the moment. He doesn't mean any of them. Chastise his ass.

"If this is you on the honeymoon, I'd hate to imagine our anniversary" man shut up 💀

♡ Let's you carry his knife for safety. Or just because.

♡ No matter how you identify...expect to wear dresses. There are no issues with doing so, and he doesn't care, he's more concerned about the length and the colour.

♡ If you were a worker before the breakout happened, and you were nice to him, he will remember.

♡ He has...a very strange pain tolerence. This mfer made little to no noise when being impaled. Do whatever you'd like with this information.

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❝Oh, darling...I'm so sorry. The vermin here can get quite vulgar with their actions. It's unfortunate.❞

It's rare to witness such a behemoth of a man express kindness, but down here it's all you're exposed to, now.

Well, that and the occasional variant who dares to lay a harmful hand on you, either not knowing or not remembering that the Thing Below had claimed you as his own.

He protects what he has.

Albeit your bleeding arm and less-than-amused facial expression, Eddie chirps away, and with gentle care, wraps a somewhat dirtied bandage around the wound. Gentleness is something that you'd think would be foreign to him, but apparently not.

❝They're nothing like me. I'm a gentleman, through and through. However, if every man was like me, it'd get quite boring.❞

He stops looking at his handiwork for a moment to wink at you, his blue eye surrounded by pools of hemorrhage, before looking back at the bandaging.

❝And you, darling? You're one of a kind, as well. The rest are all whores. Trying to seduce me. And then leave me.❞

He scowls a bit at the end, making you flinch.

You've seen the bodies. You've heard the screams of the men who died at his hand before coming here. There's no seduction involved, unless you consider fear to be lustrous in nature.

❝Not to worry. You're not one of them.❞

The furrow in his brow leaves as he makes a noise of contentment. Looking down, you can see he's done. Blood seeps through the bandaging, however you feel some relief.

❝All done!❞ Eddie takes your hand into his, the one that's not attached to your injured arm, and twirls you around as if you were a ballerina.

❝How convenient,❞ he muses, ❝the bandaging perfectly matches the dress I finished just before this. Come! You must try it on!❞

You may not be too happy to be down here, stuck and now injured, but it's better to be used as a doll for dresses and his attempts at affection than to be above, running for your life.

So you let him happily take you to the dress he created, and hoped you wouldn't get an infection.

† Val —

♡ Val is a strange individual. You can thank Murkoff for that. They're always lascivious, no matter what they're doing. Either lascivious or remorseless.

♡ They're used to the heat that Arizona offers. By day they stay in the mines, encouraging their children to do the same. The sun's beams can't exactly target you if you're underground.

♡ If you're from the north [like me...oh no] it's likely you cannot stand the heat. They'll assist you to the best of their ability. You can decide what they do to help you beat the heat lol.

♡ Val and the cult's treatment of you really depends on whether Val wants you as an equal or as a Heretic.

Seeing as you're not from there, whether you came there by helicopter and crashed or you were just unlucky as fuck during a hike, it's likely you'll be their equal. They've never seen an outsider before.

♡ If you're equal, you'd be seen as their romantic partner. More attention towards you, curiosity about your life and being involved in the fight against the Scalled and The New Testament are just a few things you need to expect.

♡ Knoth doesn't like you. Neither does Marta, or Laird, or Nick...do you want the entire list?

Just know you don't have to lose sleep over being disliked by an egotistical man and his followers when you have Val and their entire cult to enjoy your existence.

♡ Clay and mud have benefits for the skin. Val's skin is extremely smooth to the touch.

♡ Somewhat familiar with medical stuff. Before the "apocolypse" bullshit they tended to their injured orphans whenever the time arised, so if you accidentally get a gash that's too deep or sprain something, they'll assist you.

♡ The Heretics make you a crown much like Val's. Basically you just became an adoptive parent. Awwww.

♡ They're touchy. Their love language includes loads of physical touches and compliments. Also the occasional murder in your name if someone outside the Heretics touches you. If you feel them embrace you from behind or shove your head into their chest...don't be too shocked.

♡ The visions affect you differently. While they see visions of their God, you'll see other things. Horrific things.

If your memories are like Blake's - full of regret and sorrow - they'll comfort you. You cannot see their true God? Unfortunate. You will soon, but for now, let them aid you in coping...

♡ Their home is extremely fucky, okay? Mazes upon mazes of rocks, torches and the god awful corpses. You have to be guided in and out.

♡ They're rarely ever cruel to anybody. To Knoth's followers? Depends. Thumbs through their eyeballs are deserved for them, no doubt. But sometimes they feel merciful, giving the members quick deaths. Listening to Knoth's bullshit is already painful enough.

♡ They're like a predator. Stalking their prey is fun.

♡ The Heretics are everywhere in the mines. Taking a stroll? There's always gonna be one just chilling somewhere.

♡ Yes, you're involved in the orgies. Yes, you take breaks. You don't have the stamina. Where's the damn Powerade in this place??

♡ They're into pain kink. If you're in a non-consensual makeout session then biting into their bottom lip and scratching down their back won't do fuck all.

♡ ....[Sighs] Yes, they lick you. A lot.

♡ Their breath doesn't really smell like anything. You'd know...they lick you constantly. It's how they show their love. Yum.

♡ Going outside during the day is rare. At night is when it's best to strike. Nobody can see them.

♡ Val helps you with the Heretics and their little language. They understand it, but you're left clueless when they talk to each other.

♡ They're automatically the dom unless you make a move. You get on top? Yeah...they're your bitch. They won't pry.

♡ You're given a bone knife. Obviously.

It's dry, because you know, bone, so you never use it. It's just strapped to your hip. But it's handy in cutting things, so.

♡ Consent isn't...a thing to them. They want to give you their love, take it.

♡ Agile. Incredibly agile. They balance on things effortlessly. Y'all saw them in the mines on those thin ass pieces of wood, right LMAO

♡ Cleanliness is not Godliness.

If you were a clean person beforehand...sorry.

♡ If you were with a group of friends you're the one they take.

Somewhat strong hands wrap around your neck, then gently remove themselves as you lose consciousness and your friends cry out for you. How fun! 5 stars on Help. [Get it? Hehehehe]

♡ If you have menstrual cycles [aka blood waterfalls], they'll try to ease your pain with sex. Was this unexpected? [And I believe it's been proven to work. It helps break up blood clots which are the causes of pain irrc]

♡ So, sexually? There's absolutely no chance of being shamed, no matter the kink. BDSM? They have ropes. Priest/Succubus roleplay? Uhhh, fuck yeah, they're down. They do not care as long as it brings pleasure.

♡ Their nose probably doesn't work anymore. When you've smelled enough corpses and the scent of sex your nose is bound to GTFO.

♡ You don't want to give in willingly? Fair! They love cat and mouse. But they hope you're not stupid enough to waltz back into the territory of Marta and the others. Cause they cannot get you back if you do lol

♡ However if you stay within the confines of the mines [it's hard to leave...fucking mazes if you ask me] then they'll find amusement out of it. They know every shortcut and where every tunnel leads. They make heretics keep an eye out at the exits, though.

♡ Compared to Laird I don't think they care too much about the 'modern' world nor know much about it. If you brought a video camera they'd just give it to their heretics or something. They won't think twice unless it's of obvious importance to you.

♡ Won't outright be angry at you for believing in Knoth's God [if you do], but will be annoyed.

♡ If you're a poor wittle Northerner and get heat sickness, or you're just a victim of the heat due to the stupid ass Arizona sun, the mines are...decent, I guess? Kinda gets sticky due to the mud and the orgy sessions but at least there's water to chill in. [Just turn the damn electricity off first !!!!]

Because they're all used to the humidity, and the medication needed to treat headaches and whatnot are in the greedy little hands of Knoth, Val can't really do much except monitor your temperature, make you drink water and chill in a cool place. No sex will be involved, to their displeasure.

♡ They have a strange fascination with blood and innards. They find your disgust of those things to be amusing.

♡ They're tall and lanky. If you're short, they find your height endearing. Especially considering the fact that they might have to assist you with things. If you're the same height, or taller...they might get turned on ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

♡ If you've taken the place of Blake, and dealt with the bullshit that came with being The Messiah [tm], they are suspiciously gentle.

You've been through a lot, they think. Running from a brainwashed, gothic Knoth apologist, running into an archer and his friend, being crucified by said friend, having rusted and jagged nails shoved into your delicate palms...this night has not been kind. Speaking of crucified; the wounds in your hands were relentless in their pain and their bloodiness. They were raw. Tainted. But not to worry, they'll ease your pain.

♡ Yes, they use their Magic Dust on you. To ease anxieties, pain or used as an aphrodisiac, it is used.

♡ Feeds off of your fear. Eats your fear, horniness, pain and pleasure off of a silver platter.

♡ Not saying it will happen, only if you wanna imagine it for the Angst, but if Marta invades and kills them, you die too. You ride togetha you die togetha, you feel me?

You'll be reunited in Hell. Romantic!

♡ If you're a virgin or the sex you've had beforehand was disappointing, Val is a blessing in disguise. You don't want anyone else. [Yes you do. But you won't say that in front of them.]

♡ They've adapted to eating human flesh. Like...whole ass human flesh. Feral bullshit at its finest. You never will, though. You have yet to lose your humanity.

♡ It's likely you abandoned your clothes at some point. Probably due to bloodstains that no amount of scrubbing and tears can get rid of. Perhaps due to the fact that some of us wear hoodies and jeans to a fucking desert. You dislike being nude? The least Val will do is let you wear their robes. It's not like they wear them in the mines anyway LOL

♡ If the birds are somehow still alive, they'd 100% befriend ravens.

♡ You don't know where or how they got some, but they will wear lingerie for you. Don't ask questions cause I don't have answers 💀

♡ They'd be into art. You've seen the gigantic effigy placed in one of the caves, it'd be odd if they weren't using art to their advantage. Painting with blood is not at all uncommon with them. You can't change my mind x)

♡ Befriending the remorseful heretic is inevitable. Unlike the rest, he is competent. He expresses his emotions, yet has no tongue. He is an example of this corruption. And you can't help but feel fear. He doesn't want you to experience this, yet he dies, and Val has a strange distaste for when you traverse to the lower parts of the mines. You wonder why? [The document is called The Atheist in case the image I linked isn't clear enough/you can't read it <3]

♡ It's very likely you've read the journals. Their decline into madness. Will this happen to you? Most likely. But you can't help but wonder, would Val have treated you like this before the downfall of this society? Or would they be human? You wish you could see it.

If you've brought them with you, I don't think they'd care lol. Unless, of course, you brought pieces of Knoth's gospel. They'd simply laugh at Knoth's idiocy and burn every piece.

♡ Val is very unpredictable. Their face exposes little to no emotion sometimes and it leaves you on edge quite a lot.

♡ Their relationship with you is even more interesting if you're in the New Testament. Love-Hate relationship. You hate them? Oh? Enemies to lovers?

1+ angst if you were lovers or close friends beforehand.

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The pain in your palms still throbs with pain, raw and angry; your body hates you for this. For the running, the screaming, the climbing. The flashbacks.

You hate the flashbacks. Like body, like mind you hate the reminders of your past.

But right now you'd kill to have one. To rid of this moment.

❝You've been through glorious Hell and back, isn't that right, my love?❞ The serpent, known to you as Val merely smirks at your pain as they lightly trail their fingers around the holes in your hands. Newfound Christ.

❝This land has been unkind to you. Unfortunate.❞ Their bony pointer finger lightly grazes the origins of your pain and you inhale, afraid of what they'll do.

But they merely chuckle and take your hand into theirs, gently. Uncharacteristic.

❝You shall worry no more about the Father's bullshit and his poor excuse of a following.❞ Val licks their lips, staring into your eyes with cold blue ones, and you wonder if this was a sad attempt at trying to ease your anxiety.

You pray as Val prods and picks and bandages you in places you didn't know you were injured, but you know God would rather sip his whiskey and grin at your displeasure.

May he have mercy.

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#y'all i chugged fucking chocolate milk and listened to the prince of egypt whilst writing this #like every time i sat down and wrote this i'd pull out The Chocolate Milk #have i improved at all? i hope #i love val y'all i am not kidding #i MAY do modern ones if this gets good feedback #modern val has my heart i'm sorry #so does cult val but like........ #u kno #outlast #eddie gluskin #val #outlast 2 val #outlast 2 #outlast eddie gluskin #outlast eddie #please excuse the obnoxious tagging :( #x reader #eddie gluskin x reader #val x reader #outlast hcs #outlast headcanons #outlast 2 hcs #outlast 2 headcanons #FINALLY FINISHED OK ENJOY XOXOXO

[sevilemar]

Remember a few days ago, when I told you about the gift a fellow player gave me in DnD? Well, I've been thinking. And researching. And exchanging tons of epic messages with my GM and the other player. And we came up with a really interesting build for my angelic vampire. Vampiric angel? Whatever, see for yourself.

Mechanically, she is now a Fallen Aasimar, with a modified version of the Dhampyr's Bloodlust feature from the Adventurer's Almanac. She will be so emotionally destroyed when her Necrotic Shroud comes out for the first time, and instead of the beautiful, brightly coloured celestial wings she could have ascended to as a Flametouched, she now has these skeletal abominations on her back that can't even get her in the air.

But fear not, hope and reconciliation is already build into her class, for at lvl 14 of the Divine Soul Sorcerer, she will get her angelic wings, whatever form they may then take.

She is also no longer a Noble Icon*, and once she realises she can't tap into the collective unconscious anymore, she is going to feel so, so alone. But hey, at least she now has a mentor instead, right? What could go wrong with a guy she just tried to kill an hour ago, who actually did kill her, and then denied her soul eternal peace in the Silver Flame?

It also means 'Bye bye psionics!' and 'Hello Pact Magic, Metamagic, and the combined cleric and sorcerer spell lists!' for my poor little meow meow. Yes, I made her a multiclass Divine Soul Sorcerer 3/Soulborn Warlock** 1, sue me.

Sorcerer made sense for me, since the class places a lot of focus on bloodlines and where you come from. With an original bloodline descending from the celestial Couatl (basically earth-based gods), and the blood of the Realm of Eternal Night now running through her veins as well, I chose her spells as a lesson in contrast. Guiding Bolt and Sacred Flame for their radiance, Inflict Wounds and Toll the Dead for their necrotic connection to Mabar.

But I also needed her to not die instantly, and I really did not want her to wear armour. So I looked around for a class that had a feature that was similar to what she had as a Noble Icon, and my GM suggested the Soulborn. His level one feature lets her add both her Dex and her Charisma modifiers as long as she wears no armour, and she can still use a shield if she wants to. It is a perfect fit for Selise, and as I found out later, also has pretty nice synergy with the sorcerer. Win win.

And as if that wasn't enough already, she was not only born into a war in the first place, but now she is also reborn on the grounds of a war manifestation zone. I chose to honour that by giving her lots of blade themed spells, like Sword Burst, Green-Flame Blade, and a nifty little homebrew Cantrip called Decaying Blade.

How fortunate that she had already picked up what is basically a war scythe before they got here (a Sharrash, usually used by the Halflings of the Talenta Plains***). Maybe it was kismet all along.

Anyway, now I play a vampire angel in brightly coloured and bloody clothes with skeletal wings, wielding a life-stealing scythe. Oh, the magic of roleplaying games!

Though I do think I will burn the clothes and the bow at some point, and shave off my colourful dreadlocks as well. Selise is a dramatic bitch of a teenager, so why not lean into it.

*An Eberron-specific psionic class with a different mechanic. It can be found in Psion's Primer.

** Soulbound Warlock is a martial type Warlock similar to the Hexblade, with a focus on grace and charisma over armour for their protection. It can be found in the Adventurer's Almanac.

***It's in Morgrave Miscellany.

#dnd #d&d #dungeons & dragons #dungens and dragons #roleplay #eberron

[asherloki]

It is delicate

Loki x reader

Request by :- @mylainsakaar (I used only two of the prompts you mentioned I had to exclude one as I knew not where to fit it)

Prompt list

Loki liked being in midguard. Not because of his evil intensions anymore, he seems to like everything here, and mock everything as well, but his mockery also held praise in it. You on the other hand were tired of your boring job, you always felt being a barista is boring for you. Yet you didn't know what to do and this job came easily to you, as the manager is your friends dad and he was happy to give you the job. Your day was going well until loki entered the cafe, he was wearing his asgurdian clothes which made alot of people in the cafe whisper about him. He came and took his seat and called you,

"Excuse me?"

Nice voice, you thought, but his dress and he himself looked rather bizzare yet you went to get his order.

"Yes sir, what would you like to order?"

He ordered his coffee and you nodded in agreement to fetch it for him. It still bothered you how odd he seemed. After a few minutes you fetched his coffee.

"Ah wonderful" he replied. You couldn't help but comment,

"I thought you were a princess or royalty."

He was blowing his coffee to cool it down but this remark stopped him from doing so,

"How did you know?" He asked back.

"You... You mean... You're someone royal?" You were stunned, surprised, confused as well.

"I..."loki tried to tell the truth, but who wouldn't be scared to see the guy who attacked in new York is sitting at a cafe enjoying his coffee? But he found your curiosity intriguing so he asked you, "if you have time then, do sit down."

You obeyed, you could spare five minutes, you took a chair and sat infront of his table,

"Yes do tell me." You urged.

"Look, I'm loki."

"Loki? I think I've heard it before, are you by any chance...."

"I'm sorry for new York really, I was just..." He sighed, "a jerk."

You stared at him, you were wondering if you wanna trust him or not.

"I gotta..." You wanted to excuse yourself but he, he looked at you with what we call puppy eyes.

*Gosh, he's handsome* you thought to yourself.

"I understand if you can't trust me, who would trust God mischief." He said and his tone was rather sad. You actually felt sorry for him, he seemed pretty lonely too so you sat down again.

"You know what?" You started, "I could spare ten minutes each day if you want to talk."

He looked at you, your kindness was something that he found hard to trust, honestly he has trouble trusting people as much as people toubles trusting him.

"Why would you do that for me?" He asked with furrowed eyes.

"Because we all need a listener, you clearly don't have one."

"Are you inviting me tomorrow too?" He wanted to be absolutely certain that you were.

"Yes, but doesn't mean you won't have to pay okay?" And there you two smiled, whole heartedly. And since then for a month loki never missed a day meeting you in the cafe, you grew to feel attached to him, his stories, adventure, mistakes, regrets, even tricks everything. He'd show you the tricks he he knew, for Loki, you could see he likes you, but it was hard to tell if it was the same way as you.

The problem began when your manager saw you two together, he sees you as his own daughter, even though you were just his daughter's friend. He was concerned because loki doesn't have a good reputation, especially on earth, and even so in new York. He thought your parents should know about this. And to no surprise they didn't wanted you two to be closer too.

It was time for your manager Mr Green to take things in his hand. One day he stood out side the cafe waiting for loki, as he saw him from the distance, he decided to walk towards him,

"Mr loki?" He called.

"Yes?" Loki replied.

"May I have a word?"

"Um if you want".

"Don't think of taking advantage of y/n, she's innocent and naive but we are not."

"Excuse me, do you have any idea whom are you talking to?"

"Very much, an attacker who attacked in new York a few years ago."

Loki knew he had no right to deny it.

"Look it's better for you Mr loki if you just disappear, y/n deserves better than a trickster."

This was enough or more to hurt his ego, he did say a word but just left, you waited for him but he didn't appear, like the next day and the whole week. You were sure he was just in need of a listener and that's what you were to him. Until one day your manager told you,

"Dear y/n, your parents would be so proud of you." Because you got a different job for yourself than doing something you never wanted.

"Thank you Mr green, you were a saviour, you gave me a job when I needed it the most, I was horrible at it, but this job actually taught me alot, and it gave me..." You trailed off remembering loki, "you know sir, there was a guy who used to come everyday, I would listen to him, talk too, but then he just disappeared."

He saw your expression, and how you described loki, maybe loki didn't have any bad intention towards you. He felt terrible that you were sad and the reason was him.

"Y/n, I'm sorry." He finally uttered.

"What? Why?" You were taken by surprise, why is he apologising? He told you everything and you felt how much you have misunderstood loki, you wanted to find him, but where can he be?

"O gosh, I have to find him."

"Yes y/n my dear you must, but I'm afraid I can't quite tell where is he, I've never seen him in this area again."

And it was true, days passed, and you wondered if just for once loki could appear. Until one day you found loki getting out of the cafe as you were passing by it.

"Loki?" You called.

His eyes found you walking down the side walk too, he was relieved to see you again,

"Oh y/n, I went inside to find you, but they said you got another job, I was wondering to apologise to you, for disappearing like that."

"Loki, oh please you don't have to, I know everything, Mr green told me."

"He did? Kind of him, but I shouldn't have listened to him without talking to you."

"No Loki, it wasn't your fault."

"No y/n please, Say it, blame me."

"I forgive you, you're never to be blamed, we're fine, see I've found you again." You said touching his shoulder.

"Yes, we have." With this loki kisses you on cheek. Perhaps an indication of blooming trust it was.

#loki (marvel) #loki x reader #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki x reader fic #loki

[pastryslutsupreme]

Yoo your oil paintings look lovely!! 🥺 I've been wanting to start using oils myself but I haven't figured out where to start :,) There's just so many things to consider and get. Could you give me some advice, if it's not too much trouble?

Hi!! Thank you sm! I went to bed and suddenly the paining has OVER 700 NOTES. OH MY GOD. Thank you to any and everyone who has even THOUGHT about the painting in a positive light, I love you forever!!

Anyways, disclaimer bc I’m not formally trained in oils nor am I an art student. this is a hobby for me. I’ve taken a class or two but I’m using YouTube and willpower here.

I think to start, the most basic supplies list could probably be found on YT but I will say one thing; a lot of the videos I found said to get a much bigger range of colors than I think I need when I was starting out. I recommend going for a smaller color range and just focusing on using color theory from there on out to learn how to mix colors. However a supplies list is better to google imo! One thing I will say is that you might want to buy a bigger tube of white bc you go through that quickly. Also, keep in mind that the specific color and paint grade can affect how it works. For the most part it doesn’t matter but for techniques like “glazing” (AKA you create an underpainting and then use thin paint over it like a glaze) the kind of paint you get is important. Also, if you’re going to skimp monetarily on anything, don’t skimp on paint! Save money on brushes or other supplies bc oil painting is an expensive hobby (PSA CLEAN YOUR BRUSHES). All supplies I’ve bought have been from a basic Blick Art’s store.

Secondly, once you’ve got supplies and some practice canvas (I recommend some small sizes like iPad sized ones, and then once you’re more confident working big try something like 11x14. Atm don’t worry about the kind of canvas you get, a cheap cotton canvas is best for beginners). As for paint thinner, try to go for the eco friendly kind that’s made from natural stuff. It will still smell and release fumes but it’s not as toxic and it can usually be disposed of easier. Regular paint thinner like turpentine and mineral spirits CANNOT BE POURED DOWN THE DRAIN! Keep it in a tightly sealed glass jar, google disposal procedures and paint in a well ventilated area or outside to avoid fumes. Always stop painting if you get a headache!). There’s also other fancy supplies like quick glaze (brown goo added to make the paint dry quicker and apply smoother) or stand oil (kind of like roasted linseed oil that’s used to make paint dry slower and increase transparency) but I think you learn to use those later.

Also, for the actual painting part; most of the things I’ve painted have been through sheer willpower and a god awful amount of color theory. I used my basis in drawing for getting proportions right and such, but most of oil paint is color theory. Once again a YouTube vid may be more helpful here than me, but quick tips:

-study the color wheel, it’s important! Keep on one hand when painting.

-adding pure white or black to a paint color can dull it down. A lot of what looks like “black” in a painting is usually just opposing colors mixed to create a very dark color, ex) red and green mixed to create a deep brown.

-certain paints behave differently. Some are more liquidy, some are more potent, and some behave in ways that tbh you just gotta see for yourself. For ex: lots of earth tone colors like some yellows seem drier out of the tube. When mixing colors, sometimes red paint will more quickly overpower your yellow paints, so use less of that red instead! And some paints just behave weirdly, like cadmium red and most yellow paints in my experience. Cadmium red light looks like bright orange, not really red. Yet, when mixing colors and you think adding red will make a color warmer, it offend turns the color a little pink/has slight cool tones. However if you add cadmium red light instead, it tends to get warmer without leaving behind weird pinkish cool tones. This is semantics and will make more sense if you actually just paint but yk. Also, when mixing with yellow paint be aware that it changes colors in weird ways and if any yellow is anywhere on your brush or Pallette, it’s getting like. Everywhere. Fun Fact (in my experience)

-mix your colors with a palette knife if possible.

-Paint with bigger brushes first and paint areas with the biggest brush you can whenever possible. It help reduce streakiness and improve blending.

-sometimes you need to think out your paint with paint thinner but be aware that it will lift whatever paint you have on the bottom if you work it in too much.

-learn different painting techniques like Alla Prima to paint with confidence and to learn to loosen your hand. Lots of oil paintings looks so tight and detailed and nothing looks out of place, but the truth is that perfect blending is often achieved with roughy strokes of color first to establish shadows and highlights first. It’s scary and often seemingly impossible, but try to learn to pick out colors from photos/life and try to paint more loosely. Place the colors where you see them and blend a little later often works best.

-get an apron. It’s messy. Also, while you’re buying supplies get some oil paint cleaning soap (also the eco friendly kind!) and use that on yourself and your brushes to clean up. Oil paint is literally straight pigment and oil so it stains horribly, work accordingly.

-when you mix paint you have to “pull” the colors to be cooler, warmer, darker, or lighter. You usually don’t use out-of-the-tube colors and you have to change them a little. Most of the colors you use in the painting are going to be silently tweaked. This is just something you have to get used to because it’s hard to just tell your brain to see colors as anything but “light brown” instead of “burnt sienna mixed with white, a tinge of purple and some burnt umber”. And trust me, after my first oil painting class I was starting to see colors on the walls and thinking about what paint combos you had to use, it’s freaky

-as always, just try it! All knowledge is relative and in art especially there are a lot of interconnected things. Just try painting for the first time and experiment! My first oil painting was not perfect nor did I like it at first. It was really just a way for me to get used to how the paint worked. Give yourself some time to just learn how the medium behaves

-and if possible, take a class somewhere! Lots of art schools have them although they tend to be painting intensives. I took one as a summer class and although it was a crazy intense experience (and $$$) it was probably the best thing I ever did for myself as a painter. Disclaimer, it was at a well known art school so that def changed the quality, intensity and cost of the experience from most art classes. But still, classes anywhere can help you learn good technique and most of all raw experience. Also, I learned how to grind out paintings like no tomorrow, even if I was painting six or more hours a day. Worth it, but absolutely not necessary. Also, YouTube classes can be just as if not more beneficial sometimes!

I think that oil painting is a super great medium that presents infinite possibilities, despite being finicky and costly. I really love it and I don’t have formal training but I wanted to try it and here we are! I say just go for it if you have the means and the willpower. Also please try to google things and consult more academic resources bc my word isn’t gospel, especially in regards to safety hazards. Still, have fun with it + I’m sure more advice will pop into my head later so I’ll add to the post. For now, try it and have fun :)

#oil painting #painting #painting tips #oil paint #art tips #disclaimer I am not a proffessional

[dionysianfreak]

hello! i have a question if you wouldnt mind answering it!

i don't know who to go to, so apologies in advance if you dont have the answer, ive seen conflicting answers while searching around myself!

would honoring persephone only as a chthonic goddess while she is in the underworld be acceptable? would i have to honor her as kore otherwise? i know everybodys relationship to the gods is different, but the ritual differences matter to me and i just wanted to ask someone else.

thanks very much!

howdy ! never apologize for asking questions, we are here to support each other.

haha absolutely, Kore is a very unique Goddess in my opinion because there's not a single polytheist who will honor Her the same. the views on Her journey to the underworld and Her overall role in the world vary greatly. I've never met anyone who has the same views or praxis as the others around them. I'll speak a little on my relationship with Her and then say a few words on how your views can translate into your practice.

i honor Kore in all Her spring and fruitful aspects even while She dwells in the underworld. She's the daughter of Demeter first in my worship and the wife of Aidoneus second. I see Her only in the greens and flowerings of the earth around me and I struggle to connect with Her dank, underworld aspects. this absolutely doesn't mean I don't acknowledge them or respect them, but those aspects are not relevant to me and my current path.

I already worship many underworld Gods. Dionysos, Hekate, and Hermès I strongly connect with the underworld already so i honestly don't connect Kore with such as much. a side note that I also (almost exclusively) call Her Kore for the same reason I will only speak Aidoneus's name as Plouton—those names are very esoteric and sacred to me. I don't emphasize it as much in writing, but in speech I have never uttered Their true names. i only call on those aspects when it is necessary because I deal with Them so little. I bring this up because, like you mentioned, this is ritually important to me. it's a sacred distinction in my practice for myself. this aspect of my worship makes my relationship with Demeter, Kore, and Aidoneus very personal and individual. it is right for all of us, and that is what matters.

I think this is a good reminder that helpol isn't a religion where you must put your all into every aspect of every God you worship. it was very common for people to petition or worship Gods for very specific things even without a consistent personal relationship with Them. a good example is patronhood. seamen would worship sea gods (especially Poseidon) as the patron of their work. they would focus on His seafaring aspects because those are the aspects that were most important in their lives. I doubt your common seaman would be at the temple of Poseidon worshipping Him in His horse-caring aspects the day before sailing away. there was also no human religious authority or regulation in helpol so religious beliefs and rituals were very different between polis.

when She came to me, She asked I call Her Kore. that I honor Her mother with Her and care for myself as They care for the earth. focusing exclusively on those aspects has brought a lot of healing in my inner child and my relationship and past with my own mother. if I had focused on Her Kthonic aspects I may have ended up alienating myself more. forcing myself to go against what felt right for us would have ruined the lessons that came along the way. it is very important to listen to yourself and Their individual role in your life.

if you are called to connect to connect with Kore's Kthonic aspects in the winter, listen. even if you don't have an answer as to why you feel you should follow that path, you can only find out by walking it. after all, your worship is there to fulfill you and help you grow your relationship with yourself and Her. worst case scenario, you'll change your mind, and you'll grow based on what you learned about yourself and your relationship with Kore. if you feel nervous about going down a path you won't stick to, don't ! I've done it, we've all experienced it in some form. you'll evolve and come out with more wisdom than when you went in.

i hope this helps. have fun and may your relationship with Kore blossom 🌼

#kore #persephone #demeter #aidoneus #haides #helpol #hellenic polytheism #ask #anon #hellenic polytheist #theoi #hellenic pagan #greek gods

[piscesseer]

Lughnasadh: The First Harvest

Lughnasadh is a pagan holiday that falls on the first of August to celebrate the beginning of the harvest season. It’s also known as Lughnasa, and Alban Heruin.

This holiday celebrates the abundance of the growing season as we look forward to the rest of the harvest. It's time to give thanks for the first fruits of the harvest, enjoy the fruits of one's labor and to celebrate the abundance of the earth. It is also a time to reflect on the past year and to look forward to the future. Be grateful for the blessings in one's life and appreciate the beauty of the world around us.

The origins of this day are Celtic. According to the lore, the Celtic God Lugh prevailed over the evil Balor, and saved crops from scorching. Lugh is a god of light, healing, and knowledge, and his victory over Balor is a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope for a better future. The crops that were saved from scorching represent the abundance and prosperity that comes with the light of the sun. We give thanks for the light of the sun and celebrate the victory of light over darkness.

Lughnasadh has been interchanged with the Christian holiday Lammas, or Loaf-mass. This holiday also celebrates the abundance of the growing season. It was customary for bread to be baked and blessed at the church. Today, it has been taken up with many neopagan religions, along with Christianity. While today the importance of the first harvest may not be as prevalent today, the idea of spiritual harvest is encouraged. This is a time of growth and renewed energy.

Lughnasadh and Lammas are often interchanged, but it’s important to know that the roots of the holidays are different. In time, they have come together to celebrate the first harvest, celebrate spiritual and personal growth, and enjoy the abundance of the Earth. Celebrate what feels right to you!

If you have set intentions this year and have been working with it through the seasons, now is the time to reflect on how you have grown and what these intentions are bringing you. 

Reflect on how your seeds from Imbolc have become ripe and vibrant. Think about all the hard work you put into them, from planting them to watering them and caring for them. Think about how they have grown and changed over time. Be proud of yourself for what you have accomplished. They are a reminder of your own strength and potential. Give thanks for Earth’s bounty and the beauty that surrounds us.

There are many ways to celebrate Lughnasadh. Some people attend festivals, while others hold feasts or go on picnics. Some people also make offerings to Lugh, such as bread or ale.

Here are some ideas for celebrating Lughnasadh:

Go on a walk to observe the changes in nature, check on your garden and gather herbs for spellwork. Go to the Farmer's Market, go apple picking or berry picking.

Spend time in the kitchen or around food, especially those that are associated with the harvest season, can be a great way to connect with nature and the cycle of life. Mess around with new recipes! Bake bread or toast bread you buy with herbs. Eat some late summer fruits.

Have a bonfire, picnic or dinner. Invite friends and family.  Share a brew with a loved one.

Decorate your home or alter. Tidy up your house and refresh your altar. Here are some symbols to add to your decor and alter: - wheat, corn, grains, or sunflowers - the colors green, orange and yellow. - animal symbols such as crows, pigs, calves, roosters and salmon. - more herbs, plants and flowers to use are oak trees, apple, basil, marigold, rose, rosemary

Update your witchy journals. Reflect on your talents and goals. Make a gratitude list.

Make Sun Water, used for protection, healing, clairvoyance, happiness, fertility, and creativity. Fill up a jar with water and put it on a windowsill or outside. The perfect time to place it is early morning. Add crystals, herbs and flowers if you want.

Fire and Sun spells are great around this time. Prosperity spells are wonderful too.

Lughnasadh is a time to celebrate the beauty of the natural world and the bounty of the harvest. It is a time to give thanks for all that we have and to look forward to the future. Find ways to celebrate that resonate with you. These are just suggestions that might inspire you!

#Lughnasadh #lammas #wheel of the year

[justsomewritingblog]

On Thin Ice

Request:  None

Requested By:  Nobody

Pairing:  Peter Parker x reader

Summary:  Peter and Y/n have a disagreement during roller skating

Warnings:  None?

A/N:  I’m not fully pleased with this one, but it’s not bad.

Word Count:  2K+

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Your best friend of 4 years, Peter Benjamin Parker, was nowhere to be found.  As per usual.  You sat in class, your head in your hand, as a sigh escaped your lips.  ‘Where could he be?’ You wondered.  The bell rang, pulling you out of your thoughts as you dragged yourself to your feet, and picked up your supplies.  You walked out to your locker, putting in the combination.  You set your stuff in it, closed your locker and headed to lunch.

You sat yourself in your usual seat with Ned, as you ate your less than appealing meal.  You poked your food with your fork, and decided there was no way on God’s green earth you were eating that.  Ned sat across from you, chewing his food, seemingly calm.  “Where do you think Peter is?”  You asked.  Ned stopped.  Stopped chewing.  Stopped breathing.  He swallowed.  “I’m sure he’s fine.  He’s probably….” He stopped, unsure of what to say.  “He’s probably running an errand for his aunt.”

“Yeah.  Probably.”  You sighed.  That answer didn’t sit right with you.  ‘Why would May ask him to do something during school hours?  And this frequently?  Something’s wrong.’  As you contemplated what on earth he could be doing, the bell rang again, signaling you to be ready for your next class.  Your head shot up as you looked down at your untouched lunch, rolling your eyes and throwing it out.  You headed back to your locker to get your science books.  You opened your door to retrieve them, when a picture on the inside of your door stopped you.  It was a picture of you, Ned, and Peter, arms around each other, having fun.  Your soft expression turned into a scowl when you looked at the image of Peter and thought of his absence.  You slammed the door shut and walked away, books to your chest.  The further you walked, the less angry you got.  When all the hint of displeasure on your face was reduced to a frown, your walking slowed as your eyes got watery.  You walked into Science class, and resumed your seat next to your lab partner.  She was really nice, and excited about something.  You were just about to ask about it when the teacher started talking.  You looked across from you, where Ned sat by himself.  He did the projects by himself, seeing as Peter thought school was no longer required, it seemed.  When you and your lab partner, Jasmine, were working on your experiment, you got a chance to ask her about her good mood.  “What’s got you so happy, Jaz?”

“Well, don’t ask me how I know this, because I’ll deny everything, but the school is planning a field trip.”

“So?”

“It’s roller skating!”

You had forgotten.  She’s very athletic.  She also loves anything having to do with her feet.  Roller skating, ice skating, skiing, you name it, she loves it.

“Aren’t you excited, Y/n?  The whole school’s going!”

“Doubt it.”  You muttered under your breath.  You continued monitoring your experiment, until the bell rang again.  “Already?”  You looked at the clock.  “Wow.  Time flies when you’re keeping records.”

You walked back to your locker to retrieve your things for your final class.  Math.  You dreaded this class every day.  You were just glad it was last, so you weren’t mad at math during your other classes.  As you walked in and took your usual seat, in the back towards the window, you pulled out your books.

~With Great Power~

When the bell rang, the teacher, Mrs. Hudson, told everyone to head to the gym for a special announcement.  You expected it was what Jasmine was talking about.  You walked in to see every kid in the school taking seats on the bleachers.  You looked in disgust at the swarm, and sat in the back.  Jasmine climbed up next to you.  “There’s so many people.”  She commented with a smile.  Oh yeah, Jasmine’s also a people person.  You frowned.  “Yeah.”

“Isn’t it great?”

“No.”

Just then, the principal came in and announced the roller skating tomorrow, Friday, after school.  He announced that because of it, school was ending early that day, causing the whole room to cheer.  Jasmine grabbed your arm.  “Aren’t you excited?!”

“Not really.”

“What?  Why?”

“I can’t roller skate.”

“I can teach you!  You’ll be a pro by the time the night’s over!”  She announced enthusiastically.  You allowed a small smile to spread on your face.

~Comes Great Responsibility~

As you walked home, you thought of tomorrow.  Mostly if they would skip Math class, giving you extra time to prepare.  As you walked around corners to your house using pure muscle memory, you felt like you were being watched.  You stopped and looked around you.  Nothing.  Not even a stray cat.  You furrowed your eyebrows.  You turned in the direction you were originally going only to have a face about 4 inches from yours.  You let out a gasp, but nothing more.  You placed your hand on your chest, you calm your heartbeat.  “Don’t scare me like that.”  You looked back up at the man in red, hanging upside-down from a streetlamp.  He dropped down on his feet.

“Sorry.”  He shrugged.

“Are you following me?”  The creature froze.  “Uh-no?”  He rubbed the back of his neck.  Something that looked familiar to you.  Ah well, it’s not like it’s an uncommon habit, you thought.  “Why do you seem uncertain?”

“Um.  This is on my nightly route.  You just happened to be here, and walking by yourself, in the dark, so I figured it was my Spiderman duty to-“

“Hold on.”  You held up a hand.  “Spiderman?”

“Yeah.  You-you haven’t heard of me?  I’m-I’m on YouTube.”

“I’ve heard the name.  But, Spiderman?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re like, twelve!”

“I am not!  I’m-“  He cut himself off before he gave too much away.  You crossed your arms and raised an amused eyebrow.

“I’m older than twelve.”  He concluded, seemingly satisfied with himself.  “Uh, huh.”  You said.  “Well look, SpiderMAN,” you mocked, “I have to get home, so if you’d kindly get out of my way.”

“Wait just a second!  Can-can I walk you home?  Queens at night is a dangerous place for a beautiful young lady.”

Your nostrils flared.  “Beautiful!?  You don’t even know me!”  This also seemed to make him speechless, but only for a moment.

“Well, maybe so, but I don’t have to know you to know you’re lovely.”

You rolled your eyes.  “Spiderman, I’ve been walking this route, by myself, for years.  I think I’m good.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.  Besides, you probably have bigger things to worry about than walking some weird kid home.”

“You’re not weird.”

“You don’t know that.”

As much as Peter wanted to say he did, he kept his mouth shut.  Spiderman nodded at you, before telling you to be safe, and swinging away.

You shook your head, finishing the walk home.

You opened the door and greeted your dog, before telling your parents you were going to eat in your room to get some extra studying done.  They asked why, and you told them about tomorrow.  You grabbed your plate and wandered upstairs to your room.  You opened the door and flopped on the bed, pulling out your math textbook.  You finished your supper and you felt that you understood what you were studying better.  You picked up your plate and jogged down the steps.  You placed the plate and fork in the sink and wandered around looking for your parents.  You found them in the living room playing a board game.  You smiled and walked back upstairs, deciding to watch a movie before heading to bed.

~I’m gonna need the suit back~

The next morning, you lightly jogged to school, and checked the clipboard by the door when you enter the building.  You looked over the schedule and noticed that they skipped the last class, which for you was math.  You fist bumped the air in triumph.

As you cheerfully wandered to your locker, Ned walked up to you.  “Hey, Y/n.”

“Hey Ned.”

“Why are you so happy?”

“Math class is being skipped!”

“Ugh.  Not for me.”  He groaned.  “Math is second period in my schedule.”

You frowned.  “I’m sorry Ned.”

“So am I.”

You pulled out your books and headed to your first class, Ned on your tail.

~But I’m nothing without this suit~

The school day continued as normal, until you got to last period.  All the kids rushed outside, and formed groups based on grades.  The first school bus took grade 8th grade, the second 9th, and so on.  You climbed into the 10th grade bus, and sat in your window seat.  Jasmine sat next to you, and Ned next to her, each row was three seats, and seeing as Peter wasn’t there, Jasmine decided to move up a seat, since she usually sat in the seat behind you.  When you got there, you bought your tickets and headed inside.  It was dark, the only light being a couple disco balls on the ceiling and a few lamps on the side.  It was playing music, at a decent volume.  You couldn’t hear anyone at their normal voice tones, but you wouldn’t have to shout till your lungs popped.  You got on your skates, and Jasmine helped you up, with hers already on.

You asked Ned if he was coming, but he insisted he’d rather just watch.  As Jasmine lead a shaky you to the track, you slowly stepped onto it and almost fell over immediately.  She stabilized you and helped you learn for about an hour.  When you got confident enough in your own abilities, you let go of her and skated for about fifteen minutes on your own before deciding you needed a break.

As you skated back, someone bumped into you, knocking you on your butt.  You winced and stood.  “Oh, I’m so sorry!”  You froze and looked up at the owner of the voice.  Peter.  You glared.  “Oh, you’re actually here this time?”

“Come on Y/n, don’t be like that.”

“Don’t be like what, Peter?  Upset?  I think I have a right.”

“I’m here now.”  He retorted.

“What about the past few days, huh Peter?  You left Ned to do a science project on his own.  Your grades are probably plummeting, seeing as you’re never there.”

“I know.  If I could have been there, I would have, but something came up.”

“What something?”

“The….”  He paused.  “The Stark Internship.”

You rolled your eyes.  “This again?”  You commented, disgusted while skating away.

“Yes, ‘this again’.  It’s my job!”

“Peter you’re fifteen.  You shouldn’t need a job.”  You spun around, forcing him to come to a halt to prevent running into you.  “Especially not during school hours.  Tony Stark should know that, seeing as he’s so smart.”

Peter rolled his eyes.  “Y/n, you’re making no sense.”

“Peter!  I’m making perfect sense!”

“Look, I’m sorry, but I was busy.”

“Too busy for school?  Too busy for your friends?  Your family?  No offence Peter, but go give your apologies to someone who wants to hear them.”

Peter looked dumbfounded as you skated away.  He felt like he’d been slapped in the face and drug through barbed wire.  He had tingles running all over his body.  He ran his hands up and down his arms to rid the feeling and skated over to Ned.

For the next hour you avoided Peter like the plague.  Whenever he would get on the track, you would get off.  As you sat by yourself lost in thought, you felt a presence on your right.  You stood only to have your wrist grabbed and dragged back to your seat.

You sighed and closed your eyes, hoping that when they’d open Peter wouldn’t be there.  You opened your eyes and sighed, seeing as it didn’t work.

“Can I help you?”  You asked.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

“I’m mad at you.”

“I can see that.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

Peter froze, unsure of his next move.  You noticed his silence and let out a humorless laugh, pulling your arm free and standing.  Peter stood too.  “Look, you wanna know why I haven’t been around?”

“I do know, Peter.”  You waved your hand in the air for effect.  “The Stark Internship.”

“That’s only part of it.”

You looked at him.

“You know how Mr. Stark is Iron Man?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m Spiderman.”

You stood there in silence.

“That’s the Stark Internship.  I help him fight baddies, and there was an issue-“  He trailed off.

You sat there in silence, remembering your encounter with Spiderman the other night.  Rubbing the back of his neck was something Peter did when he was nervous.  The stuttering was too.  Heck.  He even smelled familiar.  Hey, don’t judge, people have different smells.  And the voice!  The voice was totally Peter’s, just a sad attempt at a disguise.  You looked up at him, and remembered what he said.

“Did you mean that?”

Peter looked confused.  “Mean what?”

“What you said that night.  If you really ARE Spiderman.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, as he replayed that night.  His eyes widened in recognition.  “Oh!  That!”  His cheeks turned a deep scarlet.  “Well, I-I, ya know.”  He bit his lip.  “Um.”  His voice cracked and he face palmed.  You laughed and kissed his cheek.  His head shot up as he looked down at you, eyes as big as saucers.  He grinned like an idiot.  You looked back at the rink and noticed it was couples round.  “Well Peter, can I have this dance?”

He laughed, grabbing your hand.  “That’s supposed to be my line.”

“Ya snooze ya loose.”  You commented.  Peter laughed.  “You’re such a child.”  He observed.  You shrugged.  “So what?”

~If you’re nothing without this suit, ~

Several rounds around the track later, Peter was picking up speed.  “Peter, I can’t skate that fast!”  You said, expressing your concern.  “Ya snooze, ya loose.”  You glared up at him, from your new spot on the floor.  “You’re on thin ice, Parker.”

He skated back over to you and helped you up.  “That’s ice skating, Y/n.”  You rolled your eyes.  “Very funny.”

You almost slipped again, but Peter held you close to his chest, waiting for you to gain your balance.  “You good?”  He questioned.  “I think so.”  You replied.  All of the sudden, Jasmine skated by at lightning speed, knocking the both of you off your feet.  “Sorry!!”  She yelled.  You and Peter shared a look before bursting out laughing.

~Then you shouldn’t have it~

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A/n:  Repost!

#MARVEL #MARVEL x reader #x reader #reader #reader insert #Spiderman #Spiderman x reader #Spider-man #Spider-man x reader #Peter Parker x reader #Peter Parker

[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

Sun Myung Moon: Prophet for Profit (1976)

▲ Here is the self-ordained Reverend Moon as he spoke behind a bullet-proof screen in New York’s Madison Square Garden at a 1974 rally. He preached love while thousands of his followers were in the streets collecting money.

Parade magazine, May 30, 1976 pages 6-7 (also Day of Hope 3-2c.pdf)

by L. H. Whittemore

NEW YORK, N.Y. Next Tuesday night (June 1, 1976) in Yankee Stadium a pudgy, round-faced, 56-year-old evangelist from South Korea will launch his greatest effort to date to convince Americans that he has been chosen to lead us all to salvation.

The preacher is the self-ordained Rev. Sun Myung Moon who, since coming to this country, has added thousands of young Americans to his global army of followers, amassed a fortune that includes at least $50 million in property, publicly embraced a President of the United States—and been accused of brainwashing, misleading and virtually enslaving his converts. Moon’s Yankee Stadium rally kicks off a national tour he calls the “Bicentennial God Bless America Festival.”

To his followers, who are often called “Moon Children” or “Moonies,” the persuasive Moon is “the third Adam, the next Jesus Christ, and the true parent of mankind”—a new Messiah who will, in the not too distant future rule the world.

To many concerned American parents, however, he is a false prophet who has lured their children into his “Unification Church” by appealing to their idealistic instincts and then cuts them off from their families and sets them to work peddling, recruiting and raising money for him and his worldwide organization.

One Moonie who managed to escape from the movement is Ford Greene, 23-year-old godson of Sen. James Buckley (R.-Cons., N.Y.). Like thousands of others, Greene was hooked by attending a weekend workshop that was never outwardly identified as being part of the Moon organization, which has set up several front groups bearing names like the Collegiate Association for the Research of Principles, [CARP on College Campuses] and the Creative Community Project [in the Bay Area]. Most are run by Moon followers brought from other countries to do recruiting here.

‘Love-bombed’ Says Greene: “Anyone who goes for the weekend introductory program gets ‘love-bombed.’ That means all the Moonies are super-friendly. They say how glad they are to see you. Everyone laughs and sings and has a good time. I tell you, it’s quite a trip.

“They tell you the Messiah is now here on Earth, and they, hint very strongly that it’s Moon. After listening to hours of lectures and never having a chance to think things over for yourself, you’re ready to believe.”

According to Jean Merritt, a psychiatric social worker in Lincoln, Mass., those who join up with Moon “are usually idealistic young men and women who are having difficulty deciding what to do with their lives.” The cult offers an attractive alternative to the outside world, she says. But at the same time their “ego functioning is manipulated” by the group until they are “mentally imprisoned.”

What is it that Moon followers are supposed to believe? Although Moon calls himself a Christian, he holds that Christ failed in his mission on Earth. In Korea, Moon was dismissed as a Presbyterian in 1948.

[He was excommunicated by the Presbyterian Church, and jailed in Heungnam Special Labor Camp for bigamy in 1948. The husband of Kim Chong-hwa reported him to the authorities for conducting a wedding ceremy with his wife. He was never a spy for South Korea or a political prisoner. That was a UC smokescreen. Moon’s friends were communists and he had chosen to enter communist North Korea in 1946.] Since then he has evolved his own religious concepts, including the assertion that “America has been chosen as the nation to receive the Messiah for ultimate world salvation in our century.”

Moon, who delivers his public exhortations in Korean with an interpreter translating his words into English, asserts that God works through nations, as does Satan. America, being “God’s nation,” must be prepared to do battle for the Lord against the Soviet Union, Communist China and North Korea. The only way to win such a global confrontation, he indicates, is to join the Unification Church before it’s too late —both God and Moon are losing their patience.

[Moon only became anti-communist in the early 1960s to save his skin in South Korea. Later he gave $millions, and submarines, with missile launch tubes to North Korea. LINK.]

“Kings and queens and heads of state will someday bow at my feet,” Moon has told his followers. “I will conquer and subjugate the world.”

The Korean link There is a link between Moon and the South Korean government. President Chung Hee Park not only gives Moon his open support but sends thousands of civil servants to an anti-Communist school [in Guri] run by the Unification sect. Moon’s chief associate is Col. Bo Hi Pak, who was a military attaché for the South Korean government in Washington, D.C., from 1961 to 1964. Pak has also been associated with the Korean CIA. LINK

Whatever Moon’s beliefs and principles may be, there’s no doubt that he has been able to turn them into hard cash. Although he claims to have between 2 and 3 million followers in 100 countries, principally Japan and South Korea, it’s the United States that has really turned out to be a money machine for him. [The money from Japan should never be underestimated. LINK ]

“In 1975,” reports Neil Salonen, 31, president of the American branch of the Unification Church, “we received nearly $12 million in cash at our national headquarters in New York City. But the total collected all over the country was much larger.”

Moon and his movement have purchased $10 million worth of property in Tarrytown, N.Y., near the Hudson River, not to mention real estate in more than 100 cities and in every state. Minimum total value is put at $50 million. To acquire his 22-acre Belvedere estate in Tarrytown, Moon plunked down $850,000 in cash. He also paid $625,000 for a mansion in nearby Irvington, N.Y., where he lives with his fourth wife and their eight children. The cult also owns a 254-acre estate and seminary in Barrytown, N.Y., about 50 miles north of Tarrytown, which is said to be worth $1.5 million. The seminary is the unofficial world headquarters for the Unification Church, whose spiritual home remains in Seoul, the South Korean capital. Moon also is the proprietor of two seagoing yachts and a Manhattan town house. His wealth has helped create a high-powered propaganda machine that would turn a Presidential candidate green with envy.

A numbing regimen According to those who have managed to break loose from the cult, it has also created near prison-like conditions for the true believers.

Moonies live in homes rented or purchased by the Unification Church. According to Salonen, there are at least six “training” or “residential” centers in each state, some with just a few members and others with up to 100. Members are ordered to refrain from alcohol and sex. Men and women are separated in the living quarters and even close friendships are discouraged.

Former members of the cult insist that they never got more than five hours of sleep a night. Moonies, they report, are kept busy with a regimen of exercise, group discussion, lectures, songs and prayers, games like tag [and volleyball] and, of course, long stretches of recruiting and peddling in the outside world. Beneath an exterior of cheerfulness, they are often tired, hungry and even numb, performing their tasks with only the thought that they are “saving the world for God and Moon” to keep them going.

▲ Jaime Sheeran in her room at a Moon seminary. She’s one of three daughters of New Jersey Insurance Commissioner James Sheeran. She won’t quit the cult.

The typical Moonie The typical Moon disciple in the U.S. is a man or a woman, average age 23, from a white, upper-middle-class family. Many are college students disenchanted with American life. Most are carried away by the initial workshop experience, and then find that they’re being put through increasingly lengthy training sessions.

“We’d get letters every week or so,” says Mrs. George Swope of Port Chester, N.Y., referring to the time when her 19-year-old daughter suddenly dropped out of college after one of the cult’s weekends. “She wrote how ‘happy’ she was but that she couldn’t come home. And she never did come home either, until we got her out.”

Her daughter, Winnie, left after six months, but only after being “rescued” by Ted Patrick, 45, the best-known practitioner of “deprogramming”—a rigorous technique of talking it out. Patrick is nicknamed “Black Lightning” by the Moon followers, both for the color of his skin and for his swift appearance in their lives. He claims to have “rescued” more than 1000 members of various cults, all of which, he says, use some sort of “brainwashing.”

In a recent book called Let Our Children Go, Patrick accuses the Unification group of “brainwashing” methods like those used in the Korean war, “when many of our prisoners were subjected to intensive political indoctrination.”

Virtually all former Moonies say that they were “programmed” to think and behave in a certain manner. “My daughter said that she and others would be willing to do anything for Moon,” says Mrs. Swope, “because he really represents God to those in the cult.”

“They completely ripped off my mind and my free will,” says Denise Peskin, 21, of Plainview, N.Y. “I was a robot for Moon. My mind was empty. It was just a reflector of everything they told me.”

‘Eyes out of focus’ Denise says that she worked in San Francisco selling flowers and recruiting new members on the streets. “We were told to say anything to get money,” she reports. “I pushed flowers for ‘youth educational guidance’ and did very well. I also got 50 recruits.”

One of Moon’s most ardent foes, Rabbi Maurice Davis of White Plains, N.Y., says he and a group of 900 concerned families have helped at least 95 Moonies out of the cult. “At first,” he says, “the kids have their eyes out of focus, with plastic smiles on their faces. There’s a total lack of genuine emotion. One boy saw me and actually shriveled into a corner in stark terror. He said the cult had told him I was the Devil. I kept talking to him, trying to get him to think for himself again. He said, ‘Moon is fighting for my soul and so are you. How do I know where the truth is?’ I told him, ‘Moon wants you to stay in his organization. I want you out in the world, free.’ When he finally snapped out of it, he broke into tears and said, ‘Just tell me one thing—where have I been?’ It was frightening.”

Meanwhile, thousands of Moonies work unbelievably long hours soliciting funds and peddling candy, peanuts, flowers and the like, on street corners and in parking lots. Former members say they lost all track of time and that they collected no less than $100 a day.

Since April 1973, Moon has had a permanent residency visa from U.S. immigration, even though questions have been raised about his past. He has been accused of holding sex orgies as part of his rites. A spokesman for him in Seoul says: “It is true that Teacher Moon was tried on morals charges, but he was eventually acquitted.”

‘God loves Nixon’ In 1973, during the Watergate crisis, Moon launched a huge campaign in support of President Nixon. He marshaled 1000 Moonies into rallies and marches with signs proclaiming “God Loves Nixon.” At a White House meeting, the pudgy cult leader embraced the then President.

One of the few public responses to Moon by a prominent politician has come from Sen. Mark Hatfield (R., Oreg.), who said in 1974, “The appeal to nationalism of any country, as if somehow God has favorites among his creatures, is very, very dangerous, particularly when you mix that with the cultic adulation and devotion of his followers and the implicit, if not the explicit, statement that he [Moon] is the new Christ.”

Hatfield’s warning is echoed even more strongly by ex-Moonies who charge that Moon is really seeking world political power and is assembling an army of young zealots ready to die for him.

PARADE interviewed a former high-ranking member of Moon’s cult in the United States who had been in charge of its “political arm” called the Freedom Leadership Foundation. Alan Tate Wood, 29, now a psychology student at Rutgers University in New Jersey, said that he left Moon’s group “because it’s not a church, but a fascist political movement. His group is the most powerful analogue to the Hitler youth that we have at this time.”

The parents act Last February, more than 300 parents of Moon disciples from 30 states converged on Washington for a meeting arranged by Sen. Robert Dole (R., Kan.). They met with representatives of the Internal Revenue Service, the Labor Department, the Postal Service, immigration authorities and others in hopes of persuading federal officials to investigate the Unification cult.

So far, however, there has been little action by the government. An IRS spokesman, Leon Levine, told PARADE that investigation of Moon’s group as a tax-exempt organization poses a touchy, perhaps crucial problem: “The law says that churches are tax-exempt. The question is, when does a group qualify as a religion? It’s not easy to answer.”

Meanwhile, the Rev. Sun Myung Moon goes right on holding meetings, making converts, acquiring property and preparing for his own version of Armageddon.

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Ford Greene – the former Moonie became an attorney

Moonwebs by Josh Freed (the book was made into a movie)

The six ‘wives’ of Sun Myung Moon

Crazy for God: The nightmare of cult life by Christopher Edwards

After Sun Myung Moon’s help, North Korea Launch an SLBM Missile on October 2, 2019

#Sun Myung Moon #Yankee Stadium #Unification Church #Korean messiah #Family Federation for World Peace and Unification #Hak Ja Han

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30th June >> Mass Readings (USA)

Thursday, Thirteenth Week in Ordinary Time

    or 

The First Martyrs of the See of Rome.

Thursday, Thirteenth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green)

First Reading

Amos 7:10-17

Go, prophesy to my people Israel.

Amaziah, the priest of Bethel, sent word to Jeroboam, king of Israel: “Amos has conspired against you here within Israel; the country cannot endure all his words. For this is what Amos says:

Jeroboam shall die by the sword,    and Israel shall surely be exiled from its land.”

To Amos, Amaziah said: “Off with you, visionary, flee to the land of Judah! There earn your bread by prophesying, but never again prophesy in Bethel; for it is the king’s sanctuary and a royal temple.” Amos answered Amaziah, “I was no prophet, nor have I belonged to a company of prophets; I was a shepherd and a dresser of sycamores. The LORD took me from following the flock, and said to me, ‘Go, prophesy to my people Israel.’ Now hear the word of the LORD!”

You say: prophesy not against Israel,    preach not against the house of Isaac. Now thus says the LORD:    Your wife shall be made a harlot in the city,    and your sons and daughters shall fall by the sword; Your land shall be divided by measuring line,    and you yourself shall die in an unclean land;    Israel shall be exiled far from its land.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 19:8, 9, 10, 11

R/ The judgments of the Lord are true, and all of them are just.

The law of the LORD is perfect,    refreshing the soul; The decree of the LORD is trustworthy,    giving wisdom to the simple.

R/ The judgments of the Lord are true, and all of them are just.

The precepts of the LORD are right,    rejoicing the heart; The command of the LORD is clear,    enlightening the eye.

R/ The judgments of the Lord are true, and all of them are just.

The fear of the LORD is pure,    enduring forever; The ordinances of the LORD are true,    all of them just.

R/ The judgments of the Lord are true, and all of them are just.

They are more precious than gold,    than a heap of purest gold; Sweeter also than syrup    or honey from the comb.

R/ The judgments of the Lord are true, and all of them are just.

Gospel Acclamation

2 Corinthians 5:19

Alleluia, alleluia. God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ and entrusting to us the message of reconciliation. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel

Matthew 9:1-8

They glorified God who had given such authority to men.

After entering a boat, Jesus made the crossing, and came into his own town. And there people brought to him a paralytic lying on a stretcher. When Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralytic, “Courage, child, your sins are forgiven.” At that, some of the scribes said to themselves, “This man is blaspheming.” Jesus knew what they were thinking, and said, “Why do you harbor evil thoughts? Which is easier, to say, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Rise and walk’? But that you may know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins”– he then said to the paralytic, “Rise, pick up your stretcher, and go home.” He rose and went home. When the crowds saw this they were struck with awe and glorified God who had given such authority to men.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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The First Martyrs of the See of Rome

(Liturgical Colour: Red)

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Thursday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading

Romans 8:31b-39

Neither death nor life will be able to separate us from the love of Christ.

Brothers and sisters: If God is for us, who can be against us? He did not spare his own Son but handed him over for us all, how will he not also give us everything else along with him? Who will bring a charge against God’s chosen ones? It is God who acquits us. Who will condemn? It is Christ Jesus who died, rather, was raised, who also is at the right hand of God, who indeed intercedes for us. What will separate us from the love of Christ? Will anguish, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or the sword? As it is written:

For your sake we are being slain all the day;    we are looked upon as sheep to be slaughtered.

No, in all these things we conquer overwhelmingly through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor present things, nor future things, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 124:2-3, 4-5, 7b-8

R/ Our soul has been rescued like a bird from the fowler’s snare.

Had not the LORD been with us–    when men rose up against us,    then would they have swallowed us alive When their fury was inflamed against us.

R/ Our soul has been rescued like a bird from the fowler’s snare.

Then would the waters have overwhelmed us; The torrent would have swept over us;    over us then would have swept    the raging waters.

R/ Our soul has been rescued like a bird from the fowler’s snare.

Broken was the snare,    and we were freed. Our help is in the name of the LORD,    who made heaven and earth.

R/ Our soul has been rescued like a bird from the fowler’s snare.

Gospel Acclamation

Matthew 5:10

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel

Matthew 24:4-13

You will be hated by all nations because of my name.

Jesus said to his disciples: “See that no one deceives you. For many will come in my name, saying, ‘I am the Christ,’ and they will deceive many. You will hear of wars and reports of wars; see that you are not alarmed, for these things must happen, but it will not yet be the end. Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom; there will be famines and earthquakes from place to place. All these are the beginning of the labor pains. Then they will hand you over to persecution, and they will kill you. You will be hated by all nations because of my name. And then many will be led into sin; they will betray and hate one another. Many false prophets will arise and deceive many; and because of the increase of evildoing, the love of many will grow cold. But the one who perseveres to the end will be saved.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[bangstawrites]

“He was just an fantasy, you are real”

>>Summary: Ravn makes you realize your real feelings were at him, not at Leedo.  >>Pairing: Ravn x Reader >>Warnings: fluff and little angst at first

>>Y/F/M: Your Favourite Movie

>> Y/F/N: Your Friends Name

There where night, and you, Hwanwoong and Seoho where all three in the open kitchen. You felt the stomach was hurting. Like someone was stabbing you with a big knife. You`ve been feeling that all day. Why on earth didn`t you tell your own friend that you also had feelings for the same man she had? The man she was going on a date with in a few minutes. You saw Leedo with a white, stunning shirt tucked into his pants. He was so handsome where is was going up the stairs. “Why couldn`t it be me?” you whispered to yourself. You had never experieced someone looking at you in a special way. You were never looked at twice. Your friend on the other hand, was always stunning and had the cutest aesthetic style you could possible imagine. She was coming from her room with a green long summerskirt, white shirt and a denim jacket on. Leedo was smiling at her. It was a horrible sight, from where you were sitting. Of course, you haven`t said anything to him, but you also liking him, but why should you? It was too late anyway. “Should we go?” Leedo asked your friend. She was smiling so bright. She was running to you and whispered “Wish me good luck, Y/N” You smiled and escorted them out. You saw them walking from the garden and out in the street. 

You sat down on the balcony for a while, before you suddenly startled from a voice “Everything alright out here?” whispered in your ear. “OH MY GOD YOUNG-JO, YOU FRIGHTENED ME!!!” you shouted at him. He laughed. “Sorry for interrupting your space, but you were looking so cold” You were giving him a look that everything is allright. He just nodded. “If you getting bored sitting out here, may I tempt you with a movie night?” You started feeling a little better, and you knew you couldn`t reject such an fine opportunity. “After you” he smiled and showed you the way to the stairs. He was getting the whole floor from the 2.floor, with a big tv, cute pillows, bookcases and a huge bed, for himself. “Now i want you to tell me your favourite movie, if you have one” He started to excel with the tv controller and clicked into numbers of movie apps. “WOW, how many apps do you have on this thing?” you asked. “I like movie nights, I need many options for my passion” You just nodded and tried thinking about numbers of movies you know you have loved in many years. “Oh. what about Y/F/M?” Ravn was looking at you with big eyes. “Do you love that movie as well?” he asked excited. “Well..yeah, I have loved it since I saw it for the first time” You swored you could see fireworks in his eyes. “Well, let`s see that movie, then” He was trying to make it comfortable, by making some good pillows you could sit on. He find a cute green blanket you could have. “You`re not going to get cold on my watch” He whispered while the movie was rolling. You didn`t know what is was, but you felt some kind of butterflies in your stomach while you saw him focused on the screen. The tv-light gave him some kind of warm glowing apperance, and you enjoyed every second of it. 

He noticed you were watching him, because now he turned his head to you. “You ok?” he whispered. “Yes, thank you” you smiled as you turned to the screen again. You were always bad at noticing when people were looking at you, but you still felt that also Ravn was sometimes looking at you. Suddenly you both were turning your head at the same time. That made both of you, laugh. “Maybe we should keep watching the movie?” you giggled and kept your blanket tighter. You couldn`t help but now sharing the blanket with him. “You`re not gonna be cold on my watch either” you smiled at him. He just stared at you “I don`t think that is possible” he said. You two just kept staring at each other, when the phone interruptet you “Hey, Y/N?” You could hear it was your friend, sulking. “What`s wrong?” you asked as you turned to Ravn with sad eyes. He could almost hear what your friend was saying. “Can you come pick me up? I don`t know where I am, and Leedo walked away from me?” You felt a sudden frustration. “What are you saying?” you said furious. “He..I will tell you when you come, just please, pick me up” She said she was in some kind of gas station, and you suddenly knew where it was. It was not very far from the house, so you could just walk to her. “That`s ok, I`m coming” You told Ravn what happened and he felt your frustration with Leedo. “I can talk to him when he get here, and then we can maybe continue the movie night after?” he asked. You couldn`t help but find him so adorable. “Of course, I`ll be right back” you said as you grabbed your black denim jacket and heading out. You find Leedo just outside the door, as he was going in. “Shame on you, Leedo” you said as you were running past him. You could hear Ravn caught him inside. 

You ran as fast as you can. You didn`t have to run very far, because the gas station were laying at the end of the road, on the other side of the traffical road. You spotted your friend sitting on one of the bench right next to the door at the gas station. “There you are” you breathed. It was clearly that she cried before you came. Her cheek and eyes were puffy and red. “Explain to me what happened” you sat down and stroke her hair. “After we had the dinner, he suddenly became quiet. I thought we had this magical evening, but I guess we had different experience about that, because he afterwards told me he didn`t feel the same way, and thought we should stay friends” She continued sobbing. You could understand the pain she was feeling right now. Many heartbreaks, many sorrow. “Anyway, that is enough about me” she stopped and looked at you, before she continued “How was your night going, before I interrupted” You looked up at the sky, wondering if you should tell her how wonderful the night went, how Ravn loved your taste in movie and the easy conversations. “It was fine, actually” you finally told. Your friend smiled a little, and could tell on your look. “Who you`ve been with?” she asked. You blushed. “Ravn” Your friend giggled “I thought so” “How did you know, actually?” you asked. She gave you the (its so obvious)-look. “I have seen the look he have given you these past few days, how you laugh when you are with him and how you just put off the same vibe. It is not hard to tell, Y/N. You blushed even more. “Even I didn`t know I liked him until tonight” You stood up and took your friends hand. “Come on, let`s take you home and make you sleep, we can talk about this tomorrow” you said as you walked her home to the house again. 

You couldn`t see one person in the kitchen, nor the livingroom. Your friend thought that was for the best. “I really don`t want to meet him again” she said as she looked around. “I can see that. Why don`t you go downstairs? I`m gonna join you after the movie is done” you said and heading upstairs. Ravn was almost asleep against the wall, waiting for you. “Ravn? You tired?” you whispered, as you didn`t want to startled him. He opened one eye. “it`s okay, I will be able to finish the movie first” he yawned. You laughed. “I can tell” He was a little embarrased that he became that tired before you came back, but he didn`t chanced this mind. He will finish that movie. “How is Y/F/N?” he asked as he was making himself a comfortable sitting position. “She will get through it, but she isn`t good right now. I think she was really liking him” Ravn nodded. As it was back on again, he turned to you. “Y/N, can I ask you something?” You just looked at him. “Wasn`t you also interested in him?” He feared the answer, as you heard, so you would try to make this easy for him. “I thought so. But I learned something tonight. I wanted him to be something he obviously wasn`t, that isn`t fair to him or me. He was just a fantasy, but you are the real one” 

#oneus #ravn #leedo #hwanwoong #seoho #xion #keonhee #fanfic #imagine #fluff #angst #friends #crush #kpop #kpop boys

[garetlomodag]

2024 February: A Psalm to hold on to

Howdy friends? I’ve prolonged this post for a while now. I was crazy busy but also could not push myself to recollect my thoughts and process things with God.

My body is tired but so is my mind. I’ve caught myself several times that I was letting myself be numb with the busyness and physical draining so as not to confront my own thoughts.

But I remembered one of the verses I posted a few years back. 2 Cor 10:5 and Phil 4:8 sort of tells us about “capturing our thoughts” so we don’t get enslaved by it.

I don’t have much to say here, but today I stumbled upon these verses which I strongly can identify with, and confide with. I will let you understand me as you read through it and maybe think of how you’ve known me, and what you’ve seen of me the past months.

February is done and all I have for you are three things: (1) a big thank you journeying with me still, (2) a prayer that you are navigating this year with God too and that you are living a life well-lived, (3) you are in my thoughts and I care for you.

May these verses from David inspire and encourage you the same way it did to me tonight:

”Do not fret because of evildoers, Nor be envious of the workers of iniquity. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, And wither as the green herb. Trust in the Lord, and do good; Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness. Delight yourself also in the Lord, And He shall give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord, Trust also in Him, And He shall bring it to pass. He shall bring forth your righteousness as the light, And your justice as the noonday. Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him; Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way, Because of the man who brings wicked schemes to pass. Cease from anger, and forsake wrath; Do not fret—it only causes harm. For evildoers shall be cut off; But those who wait on the Lord, They shall inherit the earth. For yet a little while and the wicked shall be no more; Indeed, you will look carefully for his place, But it shall be no more. But the meek shall inherit the earth, And shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace. The wicked plots against the just, And gnashes at him with his teeth. The Lord laughs at him, For He sees that his day is coming. The wicked have drawn the sword And have bent their bow, To cast down the poor and needy, To slay those who are of upright conduct. Their sword shall enter their own heart, And their bows shall be broken. A little that a righteous man has Is better than the riches of many wicked. For the arms of the wicked shall be broken, But the Lord upholds the righteous. The Lord knows the days of the upright, And their inheritance shall be forever. They shall not be ashamed in the evil time, And in the days of famine they shall be satisfied. But the wicked shall perish; And the enemies of the Lord, Like the splendor of the meadows, shall vanish. Into smoke they shall vanish away. The wicked borrows and does not repay, But the righteous shows mercy and gives. For those blessed by Him shall inherit the earth, But those cursed by Him shall be cut off. The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, And He delights in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down; For the Lord upholds him with His hand.“

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭37‬:‭1‬-‭24‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

https://bible.com/bible/114/psa.37.1-24.NKJV

#hope #faith #jesus #love #life #journey #friendship #prayer #journal

[dailyaudiobiblechronological]

9/15/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription Part 4

Community Prayer Line:

Good evening DABC Familia. This is Nicole Simone from Brooklyn, NY, East New York, where I spend most of my days. Today is September 8th, I heard on September 7th, Candace is nope, not Candace. Candy Unraveled by God's Grace, prayer for Green Thumb from Nebraska and sister. I'm just standing alongside with you. My hand is in your hand and I'm squeezing because I'm in agreement with the prayer that you prayed over her. In Jesus name. Amen. Just wanna say someone from Texas could never get sick of hearing your voice and your testimony and how you overcome in the details of the process. And shout out to you Jill as you are encouraging us and admonishing us to go ahead and ask that question, Father, you know what is the first step for me in the process of restoration? For me? For me, I thank you for that reflection. That that question holds, I also want to, you know, jump over to August 8th. Oh, Happy birthday Max. Happy birthday, Max, Jill's son. Happy birthday. Wanna jump over real quickly in September 8th Where Kingdom Seeker then you shared the victory report for LOV. It's an island the privileged to to be amongst the prayers of yourself King this weekend, you and your lovely bride- love it when you refer to her as your lovely bride. I am full. Thank you guys for your prayers. Loving you- have a rainbow day today and tomorrow. Um, and laugh on purpose. Bye.

Good morning, family. It's Inge from Denmark. I just listened to a prayer called in by Carrie, AKA Jesus Girl. And you made me, you made me smile. That was not in my head. My heart was nodding in its head when you spoke about how you had felt this nudge to call in and that you sometimes you want to call in, but then you don't because you don't feel like you pray as eloquently as others. And I think so many of us, so many believers, we know exactly where you're coming from. We know that comparison kills, but we just can't help ourselves. And, and it just got me thinking about I have a 4 1/2 year old and I'm tucking him in at night and I will always ask him what to pray for and then I'll pray and usually he will just say things to give thanks for. That's a that's a little something to to chew on. I asked what can we pray for and he always says it talks about what to give thanks for. But anyways that was a sidebar. Then a couple of nights ago I asked him if if he would pray to Jesus first and then I would pray after him and he was like I don't know how to pray to Jesus and I said God is just waiting for you to need to call on his name, and he rejoices when he hears anyone of us call this things you just say whatever you feel like. And he said most childish little amazing prayer. But I do believe it's true what I said, it wasn't eloquent but it was from the heart. And God loves that. He loves us, when we call his name, when we approach him.

Good morning, DABC. This is Tonya calling from Suffolk. This prayer is for Kindergarten Kate, Heavenly Father, I lift up Kindergarten Kate to you Lord God. She belongs to you heavenly father. Dear Lord I'm asking you just to intervene father on her behalf. Dear father she's going through a divorce that she never thought would that would even take place. Heavenly father she's feeling guilt Lord God. But Lord God I'm asking right now on this day...God did you just remove any of that guilt that she's feeling? Father, remove all of it. Father in the mighty name of Jesus, Lord God. Father, I'm asking that your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Lord God, if it's your will, Father. For this divorce heavenly father, I'm asking Lord God that you just to once again to intercede while on her behalf, Lord God, I'm asking Lord God, you just give her the strength to endure father that whatever may come her way during this situation, Lord God, you give her a comfort. Lord God, you just wrap your loving arms around her. Father, I'm asking Lord God, you continue to protect her and protect her children. Heavenly Father put that hedge around them. Father just renew their mind as well. If they have any remembers of any bad things that have happened, Father that have made stunned they are on mine. Father asking Father, you just to intervene right now in the mighty name of Jesus. Remove any and everything Father that is not of you Father. In your Son Jesus name. Amen, Kindergarten. Kate, I'm asking you just to hold on to God's unchanging hand. God will never leave you nor forsake you. He know what you're going through. He know what you need. So asking again, you just continue to hold on and God will work on your behalf as always. DABC, I love you.