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Being a receptionist is boring, but it has its perks. It’s safe, for one, and the civilian can watch the drama of whatever the hero and villain are fighting over from the comfort of an ergonomic desk chair. Their desk is tucked nicely into a corner near the back of the entrance hall, just in case the front of the building comes flying off for any reason.
It’s been a calm day outside, much to the civilian’s relief and boredom. It has been for the past week, actually. People trail in and out, not in any hurry, and the civilian idly pings them into the building or, god forbid, has to make a phone call for one of them.
They’re already well into the swing of things when the nth person of the day approaches the desk. The civilian can see them from out of the corner of their eye from where they’re staring at their computer screen. There’s a second of silence—no telltale slap of ID card on wood—until the person on the other side clears their throat expectantly.
The civilian glances up from their screen, only to do a double take. This guy isn’t from around here. He’s dressed in a smart suit and tie like everyone else, but his sense of smart seems to be the complete opposite of what this company considers smart. He graces them with a polite smile, a rarity that you learn to not expect as a receptionist.
“Good morning, [Civilian],” he opens kindly, before glancing at the watch hugging his wrist “or good afternoon, as of two minutes ago.”
The bland customer service line they were going to grace him with dies on their tongue. “Wh– How do you know my name?”
That smile again. “I was hoping to speak with you somewhere private.”
“You’re not getting me to secondary location,” the civilian snaps back immediately.
“I have some affairs the agency thinks you might have an interest in.”
That gives the civilian pause. “The… heroes agency?”
“Hey, man,” someone says from behind the man, “You’re holding up the line.”
The agency man ignores her. “Can we speak privately?”
“No.” The civilian folds their arms, sinking down in their seat for emphasis. “You can tell everyone here why you know my name, stalker.”
The man glances at the slowly growing, irritable queue behind him before leaning over the desk slightly and lowering his voice. “The agency’s in need of new heroes.”
“That doesn’t answer… any of my questions.”
Another glance over his shoulder at the first woman scowling at him. “We have files on everyone in this city. We need new heroes, so we’re finding the most suited options from the civilians here. You can be a hero, [Civilian].”
“And… I fit this heroic profile?”
The man smiles again, brighter. “You do. A perfect match, in fact.”
The civilian frowns confusedly, looking at their hands like they hold answers. “I thought heroes had, like, powers.”
“We can talk about that later.”
The civilian glances back up at him. If he’s lying, he’s very good at hiding it. “Okay. Move over so these people can get in.”
The man positively beams as he steps aside. The woman behind him huffs with a quiet “finally” and slams his ID card down with comfortable familiarity.
It takes ten minutes to get the line of antsy workers into the building. The man waits, impossibly patient, apologising here and there as people pass. He lets the civilian get everyone in before returning to his spot at the desk. “[Civilian]?”
They huff as they get to their feet, scribbling a quick note and shoving it on the front of the desk where people can see it before letting the barriers open. They step around the desk, giving the man a suspicious once over. “If you’re fucking with me I’ll kill you.”
The man laughs, the sound short and genuine. “I’ve no doubt. Let’s get you to the agency.”
One of the workers watches as the two of them wander back out onto the street. The heroes are coming up short. They’re employing civilians to fill in for a job meant for people with superpowers.
The villain couldn’t have turned up to their day job at a better time.
They pull their phone out as they continue into the building. Best not be late. The heroes are at their weakest, they type into a text littered with hasty spelling errors. Prepare to infiltrate the agency. We’re going in tonight.
#creative writing#writblr#writers on tumblr#writing#writing community#heroes and villains#hero x villain#hello friends i am job interviewing rn#made social media posts for this bitch#the interviewers were like DAMN its cold in here lets turn on the heater#and i was there sweating melting burning with the heat of the SUN like haha. yes. so so cold. no ofc im not nervous
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so update on did shit now that someone else is co-con: had a weird self actualization moment a few nights ago while the newest part was at front that really forced my hand into accepting the fact that i am a system and its been really overwhelming but ???? good i guess. it feels like whatever happened, ibroke down a dissociative barrier thats been up since i was dating chris at least, and its so bizzare bc its lead to me remembering things before i moved when i was 9 which i just genuinely never thought id remember again, but i also have a better time identifying alters voices, figuring out where feelings are coming from and why theyre happening. its insane and i wish i could put words into what it feels like for singlets to know what it feels like. i am going to try
imagine the inside of your feelings is a large house, and the house is completely dark inside and you cant see. you have to navigate the house and do your daily tasks in the dark, unable to identify what youre actually touching and feeling and interacting with. you have to utalize these things, tooth brushes, tooth paste, food, oven, stove, shower, to take care of yourself, but because they also experience their own physics they're also changing without you seeing it. maybe your toothbrush rolls off the counter, so you cant find it for hours because its dark and you cant see. or maybe a piece of fruit molds on the inside, but since its too dark, you cant see that its gone off. so you eat it and get sick. or you use the tooth brush and dont realize its gotten dirt on it. you get dressed and cant see your choices until youre outside. people ask you why your face is messy, but you had no idea there was anything on it because in your house you can't see, and people ask have you tried getting glasses? and you say i have, but glasses didn't help either. i still cant see. and they say that doesn't sound good, maybe it's a mess? try cleaning! and even though they mean the best, you try to clean and it makes everything worse. stuff gets put in the wrong rooms, and half of the things youre moving you can't even tell what they are. and when you go to sit on your couch, you don't remember that you moved it until you fall on the ground, because you can't see.
and then suddenly four out of the eight rooms light up. you can perfectly see the contents of each room, as well as whatever the lights casting upon outside of the doors. only two of the four rooms doors are open, and the other two close automatically. the issue was never that you couldn't "See" in your room, the issue was that somehow, the lights had been turned off. and now you need to turn more of them on.
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Matilda
A/N: Thanks, again, for reading and sharing! Special shoutout to the anon who messaged me last night. I hope you like this one!
As always, comments, thoughts, suggestions, criticism etc. are welcome and encouraged!
Read Chapters 1, 2, and 3.
Chapter 4
I fumbled with my keys for what felt like an eternity: my hands shaking, missing the keyhole a few times, rotating them in the wrong direction once or twice. When I was finally inside, I let my coat, shoes, and bag all drop to the floor and ran straight for my bed.
Lying on my stomach, face planted into the pillow, the kiss played in my mind on a loop. What on earth possessed me to do that? Seriously, what's wrong with me?! The first person to show me kindness and the slightest bit of attention had me sticking my tongue in their mouth in less than 24 hours. I shifted to lay on my right side and wondered what Harry must be thinking right now. Uncomfortable, embarrassed, shocked, violated, disgusted.... the options were endless. And he'd have every right to feel that way.
My mind was racing with fragmented thoughts. I wish I could go back in time and take it all back. I need to apologize. I shall never show my face at work again. I should just pack up and move. Shifting again to lay on my back, I thought about what I'd want to say to him. I really don't want him to feel used or objectified. It wasn't like that. He just made me feel so comfortable in my own skin and made his home and his group of friends so warm and welcoming, and he went out of his way to be nice to me, no questions asked, expecting nothing in return. And I hadn't felt the touch of another human being since 2019. I just got caught up in the moment.
Gosh, even my apology sounds pathetic. There's really no way to save face here. I don't know that a dramatic explanation is necessary. Surely he has more important things on his mind than my fuck up? We don't even know each other that well. He'd probably forget all about me in no time. A part of me wanted to explain and apologize until I'm blue in the face. The other part wanted to run, hide, and avoid him for the rest of my life.
The buzzing of my phone in my pocket finally put an end to my circular thought spirals.
Dad (12:01 am):
Your mother is upset.
Dad (12:02 am):
She thought she was doing something nice for you.
Dad (12:03 am):
You should still come. If not because you miss us, do it because she misses you. Can't you compromise to make your mother happy?
Seeing those messages appear on my screen was the last straw, tears immediately ran down my face.
***
The sun was rising over the hill by the time that I'd finally stopped sobbing and decided to get ready for work. There was a lot of insurance paperwork to be done if I was going to take out our rare books and collectables to be used on set this afternoon. I gathered my ID card and work items and tossed them, along with my phone, into last night's bag. Leaving my father's texts unanswered, I made my way to work.
***
The security guard on set glanced at my ID, confirming that my name was indeed on his list, and let me through. Not five seconds after I crossed the security barrier, Harry appeared in front of me.
"We should talk." He blurted out.
I hadn't yet had a chance to decide if I was going to choose the apology route or the run and hide route. Why is he ambushing me?
"I'd love to, but I'm running late to drop stuff off." I sprinted away as fast as my shaky legs could take me. So, run and hide it is.
Less than an hour later, as I was waiting for the director to sign her portion of the insurance papers, Harry approached me again, "Is now a good time?" he smiled nervously and made a conscious effort to uncross his arms.
"Actually, it's not. I- need to check on something. Shouldn't leave these books unattended until the papers are signed for real."
His face dropped and he sighed audibly. "You can't run away forever, you know."
I pretended not to hear him as I walked away. I knew I was acting childish. Why is he doing this? Why must he torture us both? This is excruciating and endlessly embarrassing for me, and I'm sure it's no walk in the park for him either. Why won't he just, let it go! It pained me to do this to him, but the thought of actually standing in front of him and having to look him in the eyes as I explain to him the logic behind my stupidly leaping to his side of the car and kissing him without warning felt a million times worse. I'm just choosing the lesser of two evils.
***
My benevolent plan, however thoughtful, was ultimately shortsighted. I'd failed to account for the 6:00 PM break on the schedule where everyone was free and the catering truck came by with snacks.
"You can't possibly have somewhere to go this time." Harry showed up with a cup of coffee and a plate of food. Why is he always feeding me?
"I know you take your coffee black, so, no, you don't have to go change it. I brought napkins and utensils too. No excuses. Please sit down?" though his tone was confident and his work choice was careful, he was blushing as he spoke. Looking into his earnest eyes, I couldn't bring myself to walk away this time. I sat down and accepted the refreshments.
"Harry, listen-"
"No, you listen. Let me speak before you change your mind and decide to run again."
I chuckled. Now it was my turn to blush.
" I think we should talk about what happened last night. I don't want to make a big deal out of it--"
"Okay, then don't!" I couldn't help but interrupt him again. It wasn't intentional. Simply hearing him utter the words "last night," "talk," and "big deal," made bile fill my stomach.
"You're really bad at following instructions aren't you? I said listen and let me speak."
"No. Look, if you really don't want to make a big deal out of it, then, can we just-- can we just pretend it never even happened? Never speak of it again? Like ever?"
He didn't say anything for a while. But he never broke eye contact the whole time, he looked me straight in the eyes as he tucked his lips in, and slowly frowned.
"Is that what you want? I mean, is it really what you want?"
What's that supposed to mean? Why is he making it sound like a trick question?
I nodded then finally mustered the courage to reply, "yeah...it's what I really want."
He continued looking at me, his expression unchanged. Then he shifted in a split second. Looking down at the fruit he'd brought us, he picked up a fork and stabbed a melon bite, "fine, then, consider it forgotten." He bit into his fruit.
The silence that followed gave my mind time to wander. Is he mad at me? Had I made the right decision? Why does it feel tense and cold between us? How do I go back to the instant ease from before I went and fucked it up? I ruined things; I should be the one to fix them.
"Hey guys! Mind if I join?" Harry's cast mate from last night, Christopher approached us.
"Have a seat, mate!" Harry scooted to make room for his friend.
Christopher looked at me and asked if I've been here all day. I explained that I'm only needed in the afternoon. To babysit some fancy books. He laughed and asked if I chatting was allowed during book-watching duties. "If you're serious about what you said last night. About not minding our literature questions, I mean. Could really use some help." Harry's head jerked as he looked up from his plate, shooting Christopher a look that his friend didn't seem to notice. Harry's eyes quickly shifted towards me, as if waiting on my response. "Sure! It'd be nice to have some company while I'm just sitting there, in between takes."
My words were directed at Christopher but my eyes searched Harry's face. For what? I wasn't sure. Approval? forgiveness? encouragement?
***
At the end of a very long night shoot, I gathered the books that I'd come to set with, and got ready to head out. The actors were back at their trailers, changing out of costumes, checking their props in, and getting ready to leave too.
I ran into Harry again at the parking lot.
"Need a ride?" he asked as he walked up to me.
"Ah, no, thanks. I got my own." I pointed towards my car. We stood there. smiling nervously at one another.
My phone buzzed. it was probably my dad again, so I wanted to ignore it. But Harry's intense gaze was making me feel transparent and nervous, so I needed to focus my attention somewhere else.
Christopher (12:01 a.m.):
Thanks so much for all the help today! It's already made a world of difference in my scenes. Can I please buy you dinner sometime? as a 'thank you'?
Harry watched my face relax and my smile grow as I looked at my screen.
"What is it?" he asked mirroring my smile.
"Nothing, just a good work day, you know?"
#matilda#harry styles#dom!harry#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles fluff#harry styles smut#harry's house
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Byergrove, Crazy Night
"...what the fuck?"
Jonathan Byers' night had been stranger than most. His mother's boyfriend had been eaten by demodogs. They had to exorcise his brother from an evil spirit. Him and Nancy were... boyfriend /girlfriend? Sort of. It was still kind of weird. But again, not the weirdest thing he'd seen that day. His mom and brother were still at the hospital when Jonathan arrived home, ready to pass out. He was surprised to see their front door ajar. Venturing further inside the mess that was their house, the teen froze when he saw the body on the floor.
He panicked. There was an unconscious (dead?) stranger in his house. Jonathan's eyes were wide, trained on the body as he approached cautiously. The guy looked around his age, maybe a little older. Taller with curly blonde hair, he was laid out on his back. It took Jonathan a moment to notice the needle sticking out of the side of the stranger's neck. The body was so still that Jonathan worried he was dead. Kneeling down and pressing two fingers to the other boy's throat, he was thankful to find a pulse. Jonathan leaned over and plucked the needle out of the guy's neck. Further examination revealed it was the same anesthetic they'd used to sedate his younger brother earlier that night. This brought up even more worrying questions he didn't have the answers to.
He went to the phone, about to dial 911, when he remembered...well, they didn't exactly have a hospital at the moment. Not a working one. The other hospital was almost an hour drive away. Going back to the other unconscious, he did a double check to make sure there was nothing obviously wrong with him.
"Shit." Jonathan cursed. His brother and mom were still at the lab, leaving him at the house without a car. There wasn't exactly that many options for what to do.
'Guess I'm going to have to wait for him to wake up.' Jonathan thought as he looked the teen over. 'I should at least make sure he isn't on the floor when he wakes up.'
It took some effort to lift the blonde up. He was larger and more athletic than Jonathan, who, on a good day, could be described as scraggly, making him significantly harder to pull along. The shorter teen grunted from the effort. Taking probably longer than most people would usually need to lug the boy onto his bed.
He watched as the blonde flopped onto his bed. A soft "umpgh" came from the stranger's mouth, but otherwise, he still showed no sign of consciousness. Jonathan stared at the stranger for a minute. The boy was pretty. He looked like he had just walked off some Calvin Klein ad. Jonathan's eyes trailed down to see a wallet poking out of the blonde's jeans. The teen hesitated but eventually found himself pulling the wallet out. Just to get an idea of who this stranger was. It's not like he'd steal anything. Instead, he was focused on the ID in the front pocket.
"William Hargrove. Born March 29th, Santa Monica." Jonathan raised an eyebrow at the California ID. Another question, but at least he knew the boy's name now. He didn't look like a William. Will....maybe Billy. He'd have to ask when the other teen woke up.
Jonathan leaned over and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over the blonde's body and tucking it underneath him. He looked peaceful despite the drugged state Jonathan had found him in. Still, Jonathan wanted to be sure the other boy was okay through the night in case anything changed. The lankier teen carefully climbed into the bed next to the other boy. Grabbing another blanket from the foot of his bed and a few other pillows to create a barrier between them. He knew on some level this was strange, but hopefully, this would make it slightly less so. Jonathan wriggled his body around to face the sleeping blonde as he felt his eyes slowly starting to drift shut.
"Good night...Billy."
#byergrove#Billy Hargrove x Jonathan Byers#jonathan byers#billy hargrove#stranger things#stranger things au#Jonathan Byers is a weirdo
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The nights are tasteless without you: part 6 ~ Ari Levinson fic
A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill characters as professors
Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc
Ari's alarm rang, making him moan as the noise was too loud. He yawned, getting up and rubbing his eyes walking towards the bathroom. He had a massive headache and quickly showered, brushed his teeth before making a strong cup of coffee.
20 minutes later he was sitting in his car driving to work, there was so much traffic all the horn sounds were making his head hurt. While sitting in traffic, he opened the glove compartment and took two ibuprofen and downed the last of his coffee.
Shortly after, he arrived at the university. Ari parked his car, grabbing his bag and ID, putting on his sunglasses before walking in. He scanned his ID, going through the barriers and rushed straight to the staff room for another cup of coffee.
He poured himself a large mug of coffee, taking his sunglasses off and walked over to Steve, Jenson, Andy, Clark and Frank who all stood near the vending machine. He said his hello looking at everyone just staring at him. Steve broke the silence and spoke,
"How did the wife take it that you came home drunk," Steve said, patting his back and getting Ari to choke on his coffee.
"What? I'm not married. What are you talking about," Ari said, his eyes widened looking at the men all shocked.
"So who was the lady who kept calling you last night then," Jenson said curiously, thinking he would have a shot with her. Ari grabbed his phone out of his back pocket and looked at the calls from last night, and blushed.
"Look he is blushing just thinking of her," Frank said, making the others chuckle.
"Yeah Ari tell us who she is," Steve said, elbowing Ari.
"It's no one guys, just a friend," Ari said not wanting to talk about this anymore.
"Was it the girl you were moaning in your sleep," Jensen said, making Ari quirk an eyebrow at him.
"What, when did I do that," Ari said, confused about the whole situation. Jensen took his phone out and played a video of Ari sleeping in the back of the car and August holding his head up, you can hear him moan her name. Ari blushed, wanting to disappear into a black whole, while few of the others laughed.
"Oh no, Ari has a crush," Colin and Jensen said in unison, making Ari again blush, his feelings for Nadfy growing stronger.
"So Ari who is she, if she is not your wife. We are all friends here," Frank said.
"She is just a friend, I met her at the train station on my first day to work. The way she walked onto the platform, her hair blowing in the wind. It took my breath away,"
"You are in love, you are in love," Clark sang, and everyone chuckled singing along.
"No guys, stop it" he said, wanting to hide away from the rowdy schoolboy kids who are professors. The university bell rang, and most of the teachers left to go teach while Ari and Andy had the first period off so went to the canteen to get some food.
"Everything ok Ari," Andy said sitting down with a bowl of chaat in front of him.
"Kinda man, you know Maddy. You know the girl you met at the clothes shop. I like her a lot," Ari quickly said, taking a few gulps of his coffee.
"That's nice, have you asked her out," Andy said after taking another spoonful of chaat in his mouth.
"No man, what if she will reject me," Ari said, scratching the back of his head.
"I don't think she will, why don't you try," Andy said, letting Ari try some of the chaat.
"Andy, can I ask about your love story," Ari said, seeing a huge smile across Andy's face.
"Of course you can, we have been married for 4 years this Saturday. I met her at a Gujarati festival navratri 6 years ago. My close friends where all going to this festival and wanted me to join them. I was reluctant at first but then putting the Indian outfit on and learning dandiya with my friends was so fun. I saw Y/N dance, doing all those intricate moves that mesmerized me. I even asked her to do dandiya with me, at first she said no but later on joined my friends and it was love at first sight," Andy said his heart beating fast and a high grin plastered on his face.
"That all sounds wonderful Andy, what does she do," Ari said watching Andy talk with such joy in his voice.
"She is my cutie 5ft nerd. She is a web designer/coder working for World India, here let me show you some pictures," Andy said, grabning his phone and unlocking it to show Ari pictures of his wife, smiling while explaining each photo.
"She looks beautiful Andy, I want the same with Maddy," he said looking at Andy's smile shutting his phone.
"Ari you like Maddy a lot, I can see from the way you talk about her to me. Ask her out man, if you don't then how will she know you like her," Andy said seeing Ari look nervous and worried.
"I haven't ask out a girl in a long time, what if she says no," Ari said rubbing his eyes, yawning.
"Why don't you facetime her, talk about random things first then tell her you really like her and like to go on a date. See where the conversation goes and take it from there," Andy said, getting up to get a little more chaat.
"If she agrees, any ideas for a first date. I haven't dated anyone in 4 years," Ari said looking at Andy who was willing to help him out.
"You could call her to your place and cook for her. Make something simple and talk about life back home. Make the date comfortable for the both off you," Andy said and Ari nodded his head somewhat agreeing to what he said.
"What shall I cook her, I'm not a great cook you know," Ari said scratching the back of his head.
"Simple, let me send you a recipe I made my wife on the first date, it was tacos and she loved it," Andy said smiling at Ari who looked nervous.
"I love tacos, they shouldn't be that hard to make, do send me the recipe," Ari said thinking of making some margaritas to drink.
"Oh and Ari, if you run through any issues, send me a text and my wife and I will come over to help out," Andy said looking at his watch to see it was nearly time for his lesson.
"Oh before we leave to go teach, I have been talking about you a lot to my wife and she would like to invite you over for dinner. If you're free on Thursday evening, I can take you straight after class. She is making her famous Khichdi and Kadhi, you will love it," Andy said and Ari grabbed his phone to look at his calendar to see if he was free and agreed to come over for dinner.
Both of them went opposite directions to their class to start teaching. It was going to be a long day and all Ari could think about was Maddy.
#chris evans#ari levinson#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x you#ari levinson x poc#ari levinson x woc#ari levinson x female reader#ari levinson x y/n#ari levinson x innocent!reader#andy barber#Andy barber x desi!reader#andy barber x y/n#andy barber x wife reader#andy barber x oc
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how DO alternates get attached, anyway? what does it even do other than make you not wanna kill people?
wish i knew bro it would make shit so much easier on me
but fr. its hard 2 really give a concrete answer bcuz us alts see attachment as like. taboo basically. if gabe catches you getting attached to a human it uh. its not pretty. other than the torture you get for disobeying Him you get like... exiled almost, or... whats the word He used once?
excommunicated. yeah that one.
there have been studies on attachment though, i think the u.s... uh... well idr the exact name but it was some fancy shmancy government dept thats done a couple . havent read em though LOL
anyways. ig i can try to explain as best i can from my experience w attachment . n atlas can chime in if he wants too idk and uh . ill try to make it make sense (spoilers it probably still wont lmao). this isnt a definitive like... guide or anything im basically just posting general rambles abt what ive learned over my days lol
so. i think all alternates want to be loved, no matter how far down theyve buried that want. were conditioned from creation to think that gabriel is the only one who can love us, but He wont unless we follow His command to the letter. and what that translates to is killing humans senselessly . and not only that but like. us alts... we like violence. we want to kill. its integral to our beings. none of us can really be "nice" or "good" 24/7 and that uh ... tends to sound scary to the average person . so even if we did all collectively decide to turn against gabe and humans like... magically forgave us for killing and kidnapping thousands of people, its not like we could ever be "normal" members of society. its not like we could ever be loved. so no one really bothers trying.
anyways, from what i can tell, alternate attachment happens when that kinda barrier between humans and alts gets broken (at least from the alt's perspective), and it typically happens when an alt is in close proximity to its assigned victim for a long period of time. that time varies from alt to alt too, like it deffo took a lot longer for atlas to get attached to cesar than it did for me to get attached to mark. nd i could be wrong abt this but i also noticed like. the more a victim interacts w their alternate, even if theyre doing it in a threatened or scared way, the more likely it is for the alt to get attached. "taking an interest" in a specific human is the most telltale sign of attachment, to the point that the phrase is pretty much "slang" for it among alts .
also just to clear this up: while alternate attachment can be romantic, it absolutely doesnt have to be. not at all. id describe my attachment to mark as like. familial honestly. and sometimes there arent even human words to describe an alts attacemt. its a spectrum yk? so dont think any of this is inheritly romantic or some shit cuz ill beat you up
as for what it does. well .
you dont know when u first meet a human that youre gonna get attached. i certainly didnt . so u just kinda do ur thing n shit, but sometimes it doesnt work and the human lives so ur like. okay ill try again . or maybe youre just doing a long job and ur learning all of ur victims habits n shit. and thats where it kinda begins
the first thing you notice is that like. even though its ur job to kill your human its like. its fun to keep them alive . yk . you grow to like the sound of em screaming in terror , or them freezing up when they see you . whcih. yeah that sounds kinda fucked to you guys but . just bear w me okay .
anyways. eventually it gets to the point where, even if youve been given several opportunities to kill your human, you dont take them cuz its just that fun to mess w em. this is kinda where the "taking an interest" thing comes in too . and then THAT goes into "ok wait . do i rlly have to kill them eventually ?? i dont want to do that theyre funny :(((("
eventually you realize that like. shit . i dont want this human to die at all. like. at ALL. to the point you'd fight off other threats just to keep them safe. and you get this just- rush of an emotion youve never felt before whenever youre around them. aand you realize. thats love. you feel love towards them, no matter what kind of love that is. its. it feels so wrong at first and- and you hate it, but it just feels so right to the point where you cant imagine feeling any other way about them.
and as you may have guessed. you start to see the human as your own. its kinda hard to really describe but,, it makes sense if you experience it. you need to protect them and love them and hold them so so close or else they might get away from you. and you change yourself so that you can be worthy of being loved back. its. ough its a crazy ass feeling for sure
this, uh,, doesnt come without problems thouugh. for one just cuz an alternates attached to a human doesnt mean the human necessarily likes them back. in fact its honestly really lucky that both me and atlas got attached to humans that actually didnt hate us. (for a while at least.) theres a fuck ton of rumors that get spread around of those who got attached and excommunicated, only for the human they were attached to kill themself because they couldnt live with an alt constantly following them around and trying to talk to them.
...i cant describe how lucky i am that mark came back.
not to mention you hafta constantly live in fear all the damn time cuz you could get discovered n tortured at any moment. its. its really shit but damn it if your human doesnt make it all worth it. damn it if you wouldnt endure any kind of danger just to stick with them. damn it if you dont want to comfort them and feel murderous rage whenever theyre sad and.
damn it if they arent yours.
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ep 51-52 spoilers but i gotta get the thoughts out man (also some for ep 2 of the black rose pirates oneshot)
ok so im going to do it all at once but like the amount of times i panicked with gill and shit over things like the moment the arm was mentioned i KNEW it was jon and how gillion risked so much to save him
(imagine a world where gillion didnt make it and slowly froze to death and was comforted by the ideas of jay and chip making it yet felt ashamed and disappointed as he couldn't save jon or pretzel and on the other side it could be either jay or chip wanting to stay longer and trying to get them back or them both just sobbing at the door because gills fucking dead and- i should stop hurting me emotionally huh)
back to what actually happened im so happy they all ended up fine and shit and id help gill with a villain arc if they did both die (both being jon and pretzel)
more about gillion its just something with how his "insult" wasnt really an insult but rather something he believed that he knew would hurt chip. something how grizzly also used the word sin for dark secret and then gillion talks how he got banished and he probably was very nervous about it going south yet they thought his punching of the navy was kickass.
the fact that gillion hugged jay thinking she was his sister is so sweet yet i could tell from the beginning that edyn wasnt real. i just got the sense for pain man
take gill giving chip a ring and him getting flustered about it whatever way ya want, im just thinking how fucked hed be if jay and chip did indeed fight each other (also you cant tell me that he wasnt taught it by his sister and his test was pretzel who knew how dangerous it could have been yet he could tell she wanted to bond it and so gill has a ring on him somewhere and they pretend that the magic is still in effect and it makes them even closer then before)
chip was a fucking bastard with the whole secret pressuring thing, and grizzly knew. and he used it to fuck up their friendship harder. making the people chip cares for the most (which btw thats so fucking cute writing bout that next) attack him and having someone jay cares about attack someone she also cares about maybe even more while giving gill such a tame one is grizz's plan. worst part is gillion would be used to them teasing each other so he may brush the growing hatred off as just something human friends do. GOD GRIZZLY WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS
theres something sweet about bizly telling grizz the people chip cared for the most was jay and gillion because it sounds like he didn't mention arlin, implying chip cares for gillion and jay more then arlin and thats beautiful.
my heart hurts seeing the idea of chip having such bad trust issues and wondering if these guys actually care for him yet he pulls up the wall with insults manned and ready just so that he doesn't need to accept that people he cares about exist and doesn't need to worry about them going away and i made myself pain again AHHHHHHHH
i remember seeing a post about jay being an easy crier and how it doesnt make her any less a girlboss and i fully heartedly agree because aprt of her girlbossness she can acknowledge her barriers and when shit crosses the line and she doesnt hide it up and maybe that inspires chip and gill to be more open about their boundaries and emotions and ill stop before i make more pain but yeah def proven by the flesh room
i dont know if anyone else made the comparison but yall know when finn arlin and dray were going down the hallway and each got flashbacks and shit? the mirages were probs a reference and it was the same order too (charlie, bizly, then condi) and i freaked when i realized!
of course jon is what got gillion pumped up and bsck to his gill self because theyre gay af guys
that ring thing between gill and chip was so fucking gay omfg i hope they keep them happy pride month
the fact that gill just had to be in the middle of chip and jay fighting and idk why i do this to me but maybe he felt bad cause of the shit he said cause while jay and chip said a ton of things and they did feel bad a bit what if gillion felt like he had fucking sinned with this insult because of how bad chip seemed to feel and he just cant help but feel like he helped and all that and god how let me be a fan fic writer
okay comfort for me now (its poly pirates i love them ok) but since gill believed jay enjoyed the clown outfit (plus she mentiondd that she gave up on her dreams) he ends up trying to make one and hes a lil nervous but he asks chip for help and jay just finds them in the room with gill practicing sowing as chip helps him make a clown outfit and jay just is mesmerized by how hard gillion is trying and how chip is just so calm with him and they seem as though this is one of the most important tasks of their lives (for chip its more of making gill happy by helping him learn to sow) and after a bit jay goes back up and what do you know 1 or 2 hours later jay is given a wrapped box by gill who seems very excited and ahe opens it and finds the clown outfit chip helped make and she glances up to see chip give gill a thumbs up and wink and she smiles and tears up at how much effort they spent into making this
more poly pirates comfort coming next post but its really just gonna be writing fanfic ideas that i WILL make after i write a couple moee chapters of my scu fic
#jrwishow#jrwi podcast#jrwi riptide#jrwi#jrwi show#jrwi spoilers#just roll with it#jrwi chip#jrwi gillion#jrwi jay#jay ferin#gillion tidestrider#chip jrwi#fish and chips#chip bastard#chip lastname#just roll with it riptide#riptide#jrwi shipping#jrwi poly pirates#jrwi jon#jrwi pretzel#jerwee supreme
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Idk if you already did this but do you have heaven/hell dip headcanons because id die to read some😩🤌
I think I have done a few, but I can definitely expand on them!
(AHH SO SORRY THS HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO ANSWER FINALES HAVE KEPT ME BUSY but anyway-)
-Going with the idea that if Damien was locked out of Heaven & Pip was locked in, they would try everything in their power to get to each other (Damien more so, as Pip is a more compliant individual, especially when it comes to a higher authority). They eventually find a little in-between spot where they can meet secretly, but there's some sort of invisible barrier keeping the two separated from each other physically. What they wouldn't do to wrap the other in a tight embrace & never let go.
-If they weren't bound to their respective realms, they would definitely spend more time in Hell overall, as Damien absolutely despises Heaven while Pip mildly tolerates it; he appreciates that everyone there is so nice, but even he gets sick of it after a while. While Hell is a more dangerous place to be, no one is going to mess with the partner of the antichrist. (plus Satan LOVES having Pip over)
-Something that I think isn't talked about nearly enough is the concept of wings. I like to think Damien would be absolutely fascinated by the contrast of what he commonly sees; light & feathery rather than dark & leathery. When Damien first encounters Pip with his new wings, they spend hours learning about them through a hands-on approach. They find that what feathers are out are extremely soft & a strikingly vivid white. They also notice a few pin feathers, which with the go-ahead, the demon slowly breaks away & preens them. Pip's new wings are extremely sensitive, so he's jumpy the entire time, but in a more excited than nervous way.
-Another fun thing that can be done with feathered wings is dyeing them as one would dye hair. I can't really see Pip being super interested in it at first, but he may experiment with some color one day.
-Regardless if he ever dyes them on his own or not, some feathers towards the bottom do start to take on an ashy-grey hue since he's going to Hell so often. It's like his body is reacting to his environments & is acting accordingly. This coloring doesn't leave if he spends less time in Hell, however; they are stained that color. They become darker & the color moves further up the more time he spends in Hell. I like to think at some point down the road, his wings would have a reverse-ombre grey color; lightest at the top, darkest at the bottom, 'till they're nearly black. Damien loves this & thinks they're gorgeous.
-Damien would eventually sport his own pair of black leathery wings & golden horns not unlike his father's. I like to think that while he's still a button buck, he likes to headbutt smaller demons (& sometimes Pip), but every time he's doing this, somehow, Satan catches him doing it, & eventually the scolding's don't work & he's forced to wear the "pool noodles of shame" (inspired by the one piece by honeycreek), which are just 2 pool noodles cut down to size to fit over his horns so he can't headbutt people anymore.
-Once their wings get strong enough, the pair likes to go practice flying together. It obviously takes them both a while, but they eventually get the hang of it. Damien learns faster, since he's seen flying beings as he's grown up, while to Pip it's all new territory to him.
This was so fun to write, I love heaven/hell dip! Thank you so much for the ask, anon! (& sorry once again that it took a while to get to this one)
(& if you have any dip or Satan headcanon requests, my askbox is open!)
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How did your 3 and 8 ultimately get to know each other after octo expansion? Ice breaker being "we shot at each other a bunch"
8 wanted ( tried) to talk to 3 pretty much immediately post ending, she ended up carrying them on her back to bring them to the helicopter to go to inkopolis and tried to ask them the basics like whats your real name etc. But also wanted to say "thank you for saving me from the blender i think our souls are intertwined forever you are so cool ?? I am absolutely certain of what im saying but also Am i insane to you for saying this sorry i dont understand inkling culture yet" except her poor inklish made her say smth nonsensical . Thankfully? 3 was still so out of it they could neither hear nor answer.
About 4-5 days after she asks marina if she could try to help her get in contact with capn cuttlefish and 3 and while marina has 0 difficulties contacting the capn its a different story for 3, even cuttlefish has pretty much no idea of their whereabouts when theyre off duty. But he organized a meeting for the day since 3 can like actually go to places and not be in an hospital . so the capn invited 8, (it was also a way for the old man to know if 8 was still up for agent work (she wasnt really.))
She goes (with again, marina s help since inkopolis is very overwhelming) once she gets there marina leaves and tell her the basics "call me if you need anything and if someone picks a fight with you tell me and me and pearlie will beat them up etc"
She sees 3 there. The old man, And 4, whom she never met before.
3 looks at her with a look that can be described as very scaredy ish? Regretful. Like looking your insane boss in the eyes after you just broke his golf clubs that are worth your entire annual salary. Like uh oh my life is over.
She tries to greet 3 but is interrupted by 4, who is a huge talker, in spite of the language barrier 4 talks nonstop for 20mins and manages to convince 8 to go live w her because "having a roomie is fun and honestly i havent talked to another being in a while so!! Plus i can show you around inkopolis and stuff, and youll live in the middle of the city compared to pearl s mansion Lol so ull get to explore more easily. Youll have to do the dishes though i hate that stuff takes so much time, as for me ill do the laundry"
-"the laundry? The dish?? Lol??"
-"eh dw abt it just yet"
-"dw??? What is the meaning of these letters..."
Then 4 is like hey btw *points to them* this is 3 !! This is so crazy but im 90% sure we actually used to be mutuals on tunablr when we were younger ( energywarning here, asking:what would tumblr b named in sploon universe?) .
Finally 8 gets to say hello to 3
3 is convinced that 8 hates them but this certainty in their beliefs also calms them down enough to offers a friendly normal well adjusted handshake. That is very normal to offer to someone who probably hates you a lot. 8 does not understand the gesture and just grabs their hand and intertwines their fingers together.
Then 8 is just "thank you i am glad to meet you again" .3 looks at her like shes an insane person for a good 10 seconds bc they dont know what to answer but ultimately settles for a "you are welcome, thank for saving me from. well you know. because id probably be dead now." and 8 says "well i would definitely be dead as well ! You know . The blender. Actually a lot more people would be dead if either of us died so, i am glad that we met even if we shot eachother a few times haha" 3 looks very pale by that point
4 asks 3 if they want to be the #2nd roomie but 3 immediately refuses. They say they already have the neccessary accommodations to sleep, 4 assumes the best and drops the idea (a mistake, at that point 3 is pretty much abt to get evicted oops)
Then meeting starts. Boring blabla YAY 8 YOU saved inkopolis congrats were throwing you a party soon :^) do you want to do agent work again no oh well i guess its fair but the door is always open so to speak so you know. ok bye now oh no need to thank me 8 youre the one who saved us blablabla.
8 goes home w 4 and realises she didnt tell marina shed like. Move out so she tells her . Marina and pearl have a wtf they grow up so fast- oh we are being silly arent we but also who is 4 i have to run. 420 background checks actually (turns out to be just some gal that was like extremely bullied when she was younger who either plays viddy games or draws chibis and stuff in her free time)
3 walks back "home" on their own and in their head:
Wishes they could be friend w 4 (but they "cant" because of some insanely self restrictive rules about social interactions theyve put around themself. "Mfw when i cant talk to people because im nothing which is good because no one knows me which means i can just focus on being a good agent and if i die nobody will miss me not that people would even if i talked to them but also-)
Wishes they could properly apologize to 8 (they think on how, their best options seemed to drop on the floor hands n knees and apologize. Which they end up doing the day after their 1st meeting at crusty sean. that or ask if 8 wants to beat them up to "even it out"?? Which they actually end up asking but like 8 says no obviously i want to be ur friend... 3 also asks her later on if she wants to kill them but 8 thought that was just some kind of inkling humor so she laughed at them)
Wishes they could be friend w 8 because like she obviously seems like a very sweet girl but cannot for same reason as 4 + other stuff
Anyway in the meantime 8 asks 4 if she has 3's personal phone number and she does . So 4 gives it to her.
8 calls them like immediately but gets no responses cus theyre like. Never answering a phone call ever. So she sends them a few messages asking if they want to hang out. Then 4 tells her to include her in the messages cus she wants to hangout w 3 too so she does.
3 sees the messages and is glad they turned off that seen/read warning stuff cus they take like 1 hour to answer since its a battle in their mind between "are you fucking insane there is no way anyone wants to meet up with you its got to be a bait of some sort did her phone get hacked ? (Also what if you get hijacked again. Somehow you are radioactive i bet do not get close to people)" and "are you fucking insane why would you refuse dont be an asshole. If shes asking you its because she wants to probably she just got to the surface she doesnt give a f about inkling customs. Where people do not hang out with people whom they fought mind control or circumstances beyond their control or not. Just go along it wont kill you, and if it does well thats just life"
They end up replying w smth like "ok wht time n where"
And then they all meet up at crusty sean the day after, so thatd be their 1st proper meeting technically post oe.
At the end of it 3 asks 8 "ok so you dont blame me nor you or either of us blablabla but like why do you want to hang out with me genuinely, theres gotta be a reason?? Do i make you feel bad or smth" and 8 is just like no i think you are the cool ! I like you i want to know more of you, i think of you many times . 3 replies oh ok WELL THATS COOL I APPRECIATE IT. GOODBYE NOW lets do this again tomorrow maybe .and runs away
(8 n 4 talk on their way home and 8 mentions that social media friend thing and 4s just like yeah they were a pretty cheerful person back then ?!! Idk what happened they just dissapeared one day.)
Some times later 3 ends up going back on their word bc sleeping in a car is exhausting and they dont care about their dignity anymore and asks 4 if shed accept them as a new roommate. 4 is like omg sure bestie. by that point theyre all interacting w eachother and on friendly term so when they end up all in the apartment its not an issue
#tldr . 8 just seeked them out and despite their best efforts at keeping up a wall between them they very much failed#sorry this is a lot of words. with a lot of grammar mistakes but i am el tired so who gives a shit really.truly
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I liked the Icy/Sky fanfic! It left me wondering what it would be like with Sky dominating.
Can I order another but with another theme?
Thank you so much :)
Turning Tables
Characters: Icy/Sky
Warning: This story includes smut.
In order for Sky and Icy to see each other more frequently and in secrecy, she had change her appearance with her magic to make her look like one of the specialists. Since the boys each had their own separate room in the dorms, Icy in her disguise could say she was just "hanging out" with Sky and do whatever behind closed doors. The two of them were in a weird situation, they weren’t exactly dating but they also seemed to have feelings for each other even if Icy didn’t show it much. If she felt nothing for him she wouldn’t spend most of her time in his dorm or encourage Sky to go places with her. With the knowledge of the Trix and Valtor breaking out of the Omega Dimension, security at Red Fountain tightened and in addition to the magic barrier, students needed to scan their ID cards to get in. Due to this, the two of them weren't able to see each other for quite some time. They could only communicate with their holographic phones but that just made her miss him being around more. This was quite an unfamiliar feeling for her which is why it took a while for her to resort to using her sister's help.
She knocked on the door that separated their rooms. A “what?” was heard on the other side.
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah sure”
She entered the room to find Darcy sitting on her bed with her laptop. “What do you need?”
“You know Sky, right?” Her tone sounded much different from her typical confident sounding one.
“The blondie you’ve been sneaking around with?” She looked at Icy over her glasses.
"Yeah, the security at his school is too tight so I was wondering if you'd help me get in"
She set her laptop off to the side, her interest seemingly piqued. "What's in it for me?"
"What do you want?" Icy replied.
"Do my chores for a week and I'll help you"
"Fine"
They decided to execute their plan later that day. The two witches made themselves invisible with Darcy's magic and she also used it to made an invisible opening in the school's barrier. "Why are you coming inside?" Icy asked.
"There's no way you'll be able to stay the entire night and besides... I'd like to pay Riven a visit"
Icy shrugged at her response. "Suit yourself"
When she made it to his room, she heard the shower running and decided to wait for him on the bed. A few minutes later he entered the room, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. "Icy! How'd you get here? It's great to see you" He sat down with her, pulling her into hug.
"Darcy helped me out"
He chuckled. "There's quite a large risk in doing that, and its just to see me? How cute"
The last remark caught her off guard. "W-well you wanted to see me too, right?"
"Yes but you're not here just to see me, right?" His fingers lightly trailed over her stomach and her breath hitched. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”
His fingers continued to brush over her body, just making their way to her cunt before retreating again. She huffed out in frustration, a light shade of pink becoming visible on her cheeks. “You look quite cute like this” he added. “All desperate for my touch”
The way he spoke stirred something inside her since she had never been spoken to like this, no one dared to, but she actually liked it. “Please...fuck me” she said, suddenly feeling small compared to the blond male.
He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “That wasn't so hard now was it?" He pulled her in for a kiss. "But if you want me to do something I'm gonna need you to take these clothes off"
She quickly rose off the bed and removed her clothes, her patience wearing thin. His eyes scanned her body as his hand wandered her bare skin. "You're really beautiful, you know that?" He said genuinely, the compliment making her blush.
He pulled her towards him to kiss her again, this one being much deeper and passionate. His lips eventually made their way down her jaw and to her neck, lightly nibbling and sucking at the skin. Relaxed sighs and soft moans left her lips as the tension between her legs grew stronger. While he did this his fingers trailed over the mid-section of her body and upper thighs causing her to shiver under the touch. His attention was then directed to her breasts, one of them being massaged by his large hand and the other being attended to by his mouth.
Lazy circles were drawn around her nipple with his tongue before taking it between his lips and lightly sucking. While his mouth went to work, his fingers wrapped around her other nipple, gripping and tugging at it gently. When he moved away from her breasts he trailed kisses down her stomach, inching closer and closer to where she needed him. A smirk found its way to Sky's face at the sight of how wet she had gotten. 2 of his fingers moved up her slit, collecting the wetness and bringing it up to her clit. His palm rested on her pelvis as his thumb drew steady circles on her clit, earning a few soft moans from her.
He brought his arms under her upper thighs, pulling her closer to him, and licked up her slit. After repeating the motion, he drew repetitive patterns over her clit. Icy cursed under her breath, her fingers finding their way into his hair and gripping it. He let out a low groan which sent vibrations up her spine. As the pleasure continued to build up, her legs clamped around his head, bordering the sides of his pretty face. A finger of his made its way inside her, slipping in easily due to her arousal. It targeted her g-spot, repeatedly hitting it while his mouth continued to go to work. He slipped another finger into her tight hole, slightly stretching her out. The room was filled with the lewd sounds of him eating her out and her moans, progressively increasing in volume.
He soon felt her pulsate around his fingers, signaling she was near her release. "Aww, are you close?" he looked up to see her face and she just nodded frantically in response. "Come for me then"
With a few more pumps she came around his fingers and he happily lapped up her juices. He finally shedded his clothing before coating his cock in her arousal and easing it in. As he pushed himself in, she winced in pain so he peppered her face with kisses, mumbling words of praise. Once he was fully in he gave her some time to adjust before thrusting into her. His pace was slow yet deep, hitting all her sweet spots. Her face was flushed and her lips were slightly parted. She looked so submissive, a side of her that Sky had never seen before. The ice witch held herself with so much confidence, a simple glance filling others with fear and here she was, legs spread wide for him, and begging for his cock. The sight turned him on way more than he would ever dare to say aloud. Her eyes rolled back as his cock hit a certain spot, her hand instantly moving to cover her mouth to suppress the loud moan that escaped her.
He responded by pinning her wrists above her head, "I want to hear all your pretty noises" he cooed at her, pressing his lips to her again. As he increased his pace she moaned into his mouth making the only audible noise their body's clashing against each other. Over time the pleasure began to feel overwhelming causing her moans to turn into high pitched whimpers and whines. After bringing his hand back down to her clit and rubbing a few circles on it she came, her legs spasming against him.
He could tell she was getting sensitive so nothing but praise left his lips. "You're being so good for me" he pressed another kiss to her lips. After a few more thrusts he reached his own orgasm, painting her walls white. Once he came down from his high, he joined her on the bed. They remained in each others arms, just enjoying the silence until Icy spoke up. "What are we?" She asked bluntly.
He looked down to make eye contact with her. “What do you want to be?”
“I asked you the question first”
“Fair. If you’re okay with it... I want you to be mine”
She slightly blushed at the bold statement. “That’s not how you ask a girl out you know”
“Okay then," He titled her head up so they were making eye contact. "Will you do me the honors of being my girlfriend?”
“If you insist then yes I will” she looked off to the side. The comment seemed cold but he knew what she really meant.
He smiled and placed a kiss on the top of her forehead. “Thanks”
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Shi AU Thoughts Part 8
(Thanks to @shadowblade217 's suggestions, I now have something of an ending in mind)
For two days Castle Bravo had been discussing their next move. The current objective was... well, killing Ghidorah was the goal, but what semblance of a usable strategy did they have? They could drop every nuke they had on D.C., and it would likely accomplish absolutely nothing.
But they had to try something. And they were running out of time...
Incoming communications from Outpost 61, in China. Mothra? What was going on there?
Brooks is the one who appears on screen. He's unusually gaunt and pale, as if he had seen a ghost. "Where's Ling?" Ilene asks with worry. She hasn't heard anything from her twin sister in days.
Well, she's been in something of a catatonic state for the past day, ever since Brooks found her hyperventilating at her desk. She'd been only able to mumble an incoherent attempt at an explanation, manic giggles and repeating "It's Vivienne, it's Vivienne" over and over and over again - something in her mind had broken from the shock of seeing something not meant for mortal eyes. Brooks had looked over what she'd been looking at, listening to, various black-boxes and radio waves over at D.C., and...
"You know that... new head? The one Ghidorah grew two days ago?"
Everyone nods, concerned. Running theory has been that Ghidorah will continue to self-replicate until... well, nobody wants to find out. Hence the need to kill it sooner.
Something shifts in Brooks' face when they mention Ghidorah "reproducing". Like he knows they're wrong, or something.
"Listen to this. And watch that head's behavior."
And the audio plays. Timestamps matching it to military video footages they've been recording over the same time.
Shock. Incredulousness. Ilene gasps and staggers back in her chair, holding her mouth as the tears leak.
And in Serizawa's case, silence. He spends the whole period sat down, his head low and hands clutched. Calmly digesting this new information. He remains silent and still for seconds once the audio ends. Shaking hands come up to remove his glasses.
It had only been four days ago that he saw what happened in front of his own eyes. How many hours did he spend in front of that screen, staring at that smiling ID picture marking her as deceased?
Brooks begins, "There's no hard evidence. Genetic samples, things like that, but... that's her. That's her voice. And when you look at that head-"
"We don't know for sure if that thing really is Vivienne!" Mark yells. It's like there's a hard barrier in him that cannot reconcile the idea that the monster's head is, somehow, impossibly, the friend he saw die just days ago - died because she stayed back to save his life...
"No," Brooks says, eyes hardening. "We don't know. But-"
"It's her," Ilene interrupts, voice soft and weak. "When I first saw that head, I... I don't know what I felt. I don't know what I saw. But now, I just know it. It's her. Oh, God."
Brooks takes a deep breath. "There's only one way to confirm it. We know - somehow - she can communicate through radio waves. If we tried reaching out to her-"
And as Brooks suggests this, Serizawa slowly looks up, some twinkling of hope in his eyes arising -
"Whoever's on the other side would die," Ilene softly says.
And nobody says a thing, because they've all seen the footage. They all know the Fourth alone has joined the other heads in slaughtering thousands. They don't know why she would do this. They would never know unless they could somehow ask the Fourth herself. The idea that sweet, good-hearted Vivienne would do such a thing as partake in genocide is beyond any of them.
Least of all, Dr Ishiro Serizawa, who has not said a thing since the entire revelation.
He does consider Brooks' suggestion. If somebody were to risk their life and attempt communication with the Titan... (and it is the Titan Ghidorah, he reminds himself - it is not truly Vivienne, not the woman he saw as a daughter, because there's no hard proof, there's no way the woman he knew could be that kind of monster...)
No. Vivienne was one thing, but Ghidorah was entirely another, and the false king threatened the entire planet. And even if communication was somehow possible, what good or use would that even achieve?
He would have to think about this. Some part of him deep down knows it's just an excuse to himself, that he's stalling from the inevitable, logical conclusion of what had to be done.
But it is only the sudden news that the goddess Mothra had now emerged from her chrysalis in a wave of light, that delays him from cementing the thought.
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Ah, the revelation has come! The idea that Shi is actually Vivienne is going to be haunting Serizawa, and Ling must be devastated. Mark might actually be hit with sudden survivor guilt because if it wasn't for him, Vivienne would still be alive, and now people are saying she might have turned into that fourth head? And with Mothra's emergence into her full imago form, there may be a shred of hope for Shi's future, however slight...
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🔥 (oKAY BUT ALSO??? BLACK KNIGHT!HYURICK, I?? I'll elaborate on this through the ask you sent me 👀 but I SEE IT, I SEE IT FROM HYUK'S PART, TOO? I hope it's okay to send these in ;W; PLS TAKE MUCH CARE AND I HOPE YOU'RE RESTING LOTS!!!)
@jeoseungsaja *cries in ‘this is completely my fault, but i’m still gonna cry over them anyways*🥲🥲🥲
HELLO AGAIN I KNOW I SAID ID ANSWER THIS PRIVATELY BUT ALSO I NEED THE DASH TO KNOW ABOUT THIS ONE TOO 🥺🥺🥺 if main verse hyurick is wholesome, sweet with a lonnnnng ass slowburn, then hyurick in black knight verse is PAIN AND SUFFERING…..with a hint of hope 🥲
( also this is me @ hyurick in black knight verse....FOREVER CONCERNED EVEN IF THEY BOTH SAY THEY’RE DOING FINE...THEY REALLY AREN’T I DON’T CARE IF DETECTIVE SOURFACE MAKES A FACE AT ME 😭 )
I’m so glad we’re on the same page here bc now?? I get to tell u my thoughts on hyurick in this very painful au that somehow spawned from wholesomeness shsisidjdj
i think it’s very much like you’ve said: both hyuk and Patrick fragmented, shells of the ppl they used to be….whereas hyuk is even more belligerent, apathetic, and isolated from the world around him, Patrick is more anxious, jumpy, and even quieter….the last five years have NOT been kind to them…😭 and yet they’re both still hyper focused on their respective goals ( hyuk: finding out the truth behind his best friend’s death and Patrick: protecting hyuk by taking down ANACHRON ). And by being fixated on these goals, they justify the ( very self destructive ) lifestyles they lead.
something important to consider here is that when they do reunite, it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’ll revert back to the ppl they were before Patrick’s ‘death’…..I can’t speak for hyuk ( although any emotions good or bad he might feel is COMPLETELY VALID….patrick did lie to him and he suffered for five years over that lie ), but I know Patrick, when he initially reunites with hyuk, will have to acclimate to being emotionally vulnerable with another person. like of course, hyuk can still read him like an open book but it’s one thing to be able to read the book…..it’s another thing to be GIVEN THE BOOK to read if that makes any sense….basically, at the beginning patrick will definitely be hiding ( or at least try to hide ) the depth of his feelings/how he’s been coping with, well everything bc that’s something he would be mortified for hyuk to find out 😭 along with that, Patrick also has to relearn every detail about his dear friend bc it’s not just hyuk who has to readjust what he knows about patrick...hyuk has also changed drastically in the last five years- good thing this is a topic patrick is very passionate about studying JFKSLFJKSL
but….BUT I do genuinely think their rekindled friendship ( and eventually something else too ) is something that will be GOOD for the both of them. for one thing, hyuk has something to lose again, but in patrick’s case, he feels like his sense of peace was taken in those last five years, so i think being around hyuk, someone he feels completely safe and at ease with, would in a way give him back some of that peace, if that makes any sense...? basically i think in being each other’s home, it wouldn’t necessarily fix each of them, but in wanting to be there for the other, i feel like their relationship would encourage each of them to begin to piece themselves back together....not necessarily into the ppl they were before, but more into people who are stabler and overall, happier...but YEAH I JUST...hyuk has always been a cornerstone in patrick’s life and especially in light of what patrick has gone through, he understandably would want to find home again. but not just ANY home, he wants the one that makes him feel safest and the comfiest aka hyuk and so in this sense, the only two ppl i could see patrick ending up with in this verse is either hyuk or felicity...but felicity’s dead, so hyuk sorry ur stuck him 4 life 🙃
BUT IN TERMS OF JUST?? THE TOUCH BARRIER?? if hyuk is more prone to breaking it, pls expect patrick, once he acclimates to being around hyuk and knows hyuk will be around for the long run, to be even MORE shameless about giving and wanting affection from hyuk via touch bc a. hyuk needs the reassurance that patrick is here in flesh and b. hyuk’s presence reassures and calms him, great for the paranoia really. ( also just patrick holding hyuk back and like, at first just being surprised that hyuk actually stopped...also pls catch patrick in this verse to be stopping hyuk from fighting via hugs WAY MORE OFTEN 🥲 ) BUT...just expect patrick to be brushing shoulders and knees with hyuk alot, wanting to hold hyuk’s hand a lot, and a TON of resting against hyuk’s shoulder bc he’s TIRED and REALLY WANTS TO REST ON A PILLOW CALLED HYUK’S SHOULDER IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR 😭😭😭
i too could go on for hours about these two in this painful verse ( i take full responsibility for sjdfklsdj ) THANKS SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS ALEX AND PLS HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY 🥺🥺🥺
#jeoseungsaja#that would truly be wonderful ( answered. )#i having made you “a liar” would turn your lies into truths ( ft. patrick & hyuk || black knight verse )#ALEX!! THANK SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS??#but also like thank you so much for all our wonderful dynamics regardless of the verse and for your wonderful presence as well 🥺#i will make a request to anyone else who is reading to PLS WRITE WITH ALEX#SHE'S WONDERFUL AND YOU'RE MISSING OUT IF YOU AREN'T#also send attention to hyuk in this verse....i will be reading very enthusiastically....lmao also just the thought of any muse who knows#both patrick and hyuk in this verse would totally be stuck in an awkward situation of 'what am I SUPPOSED TO DO'#BUT ALEX!! pls also consider that#nell and alfred really making theories about patrick's love life...#and then they see hyurick and they're like 'ohhhh. got it. yeah the professor's taken' sjdkflsjdfl#and also just the fact these two are literally gonna be two peas in a pod....won't see hyuk anywhere anymore without patrick somewhere#around the corner jsdkfldsjfl#team checkmate just being shocked by how clingy patrick is to hyuk#considering how he previously avoided him like the plague sjdklfsjdkl#ANYWAYS BEFORE DUMBLR CUTS ME OFF#THANKS AGAIN ALEX AND PLS HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY YOU WONDERFUL PERSON 🥺
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having amnesia sucks
this should probably go on our vent blog but no one would see it and i think talking about an experience with amnesia is important.
holy fuck do i hate having amnesia, amnesiac barriers and so on. i wish i could remember what i did yesterday, what happened when we were younger, the name of someone we recently met etc but i cant.
knowing something is missing from your memory sucks, ive lost most of my trust in my own memories for several reasons and i shouldnt.
knowing i can wake up not remembering half my life or something incredibly important is terrifying.
ive lived not being able to recognise or remember faces and just thinking i was a forgetful person, then i found out im a system with a lot of amnesia. i was already frustrated with myself after finding out i was autistic and had face blindness/prosopagnosia but finding out my memory issue was way worse than i thought was almost devastating.
i struggle to remember dates, basic functions, what i did the last few hours let alone months and even elements of conversations. i wish i didnt have to live with this and we're working on it how we can but theres also things id rather not remember or keep lost in my memories.
i dont want to remember my trauma, the arguments, the pain and so on but we dont get to choose what we remember and what we forget. we dont get to choose how the brain functions and deals with what happened to us.
all we can do is find ways to cope through it. write things down whether it might be important or not, have lists, have written conversations so you can look back at things for reminders, teach yourself to associate things together as a visual reminder for things.
as much as there are struggles there are ways to deal with it, it take a lot of time and practice but nothing gets done without even a little effort.
i hate having to live like this, i wish i was normal, but im not and i cant be. what i can do is build support for myself and the system, find ways around/accomodations to help with the symptoms.
just because i struggle in my daily life doesnt mean im broken, a burden, useless, fragile or anything like that. im still a living person with capabilities of my own. i still have a mind and will of my own. im still me no matter how many of us are in the system and i need to remember how important that is.
im still an individual, i can still make new memories and keep doing so no matter how much i forget.
things might suck now but lifes a rollercoaster im willing to ride for the good parts. even if the good parts are short at least i get to experience them. if i forget them, i get to experience them for the first time all over again.
#host talks#amnesia tw#system blog#endos dni#system talk#amnesia talk#memory issues#memory problems#memory loss#vent post
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Garden Report 23.06.24
I was going to post pictures but in a mad panic I left my ipad at the shoppe to pull all my pictures. The *ahem* them that just annoy me in the electronic industry (aka apple) has decided to no longer support my ancient ipad and gave me a cut off date and the threat of putting my pix into wherever they stuff that stuff ... idk cause i can never access my account bc another *ahem* them (aka gmail) disconnect my email account .. yeah the one I have had for over 10 yrs but in a foolish moment messing around, we decided to see what they would do if the birthday was changes to a 2 y.o. I was promptly closed out and told to bring my parents id and a credit card as proof I could have this account (no way *cough* nowayazzholesnoway but why am I bothering with telling of that? Its has to do with leading you down the bunny trail as to why there are no pictures (again) AND it reminds me of what is happening in the garden ...
while I wasn’t looking aka not paying attention/being lazy, things progress into returning to the wilds.
The neighbors brambles are pushing way over the fence extension and threatening to untack that barrier. This is now over 9m of brambles/briars and reduces the reduced light I have for my russian collection of black currants, a secondary elderberry row and several other fruit trees.
Ants, a glorious mass, hordes upon hordes of LBA (little black ants) have taken up residency in the number two grow box -- that was the one that I created a great mass for a hot bed. Seems that it is just perfect for LBA. I am going to have to put a drip (water) on it for maybe a week to see if I can discourage them/prompt them to move out. But then where will they go?!
Cats, so many cats are now in my back garden. To eat mice? To eat all the birds that have flocked there? To harass my chickens? caught one little junior that was just frenzying on the chicken dinner thought. I caught him but then he decided he didn’t want to leave the premise gently which then proceeded to turn into a war: he broke free from my grip and tried to do a rapid tactical advance; I lobbed what ever I could find (sticks, dirt clod, broken pottery) into his path as he darted about. I won that day but he’s been back since.
The fruitless plum is about to be tagged; it has conks all around it and they are growing at a rather quick pace -- sort of like cancer :( . Need to do the friend of a friend thing and see if we can’t get it down. Our woodworker friend is MIA. That or see if there is someone doing a side hustle from the regular arborist/contractors.
I was going to do starts for my winter garden but the hops are more aggressive and monstrous than ever. They have not only taken over the outside of the little lean-to but is taking up occupying the inside. With the ant issue, it makes me concern if I will have that box to even plant in? I mean, there are massive amount of ants... I just don’t have the umph to reclaim the inside if the starts have no where to go later.
No more rain so the ground has turned rock hard; I didn’t get the weeds pulled in the front so now I will literally crawl along cutting it with scissors to give to the chickens. Right now their greens are the second harvest of nettles, alfalfa pellets and left over veg from our dinners; little scanty w/o the veg patch! It makes me have to think about food sources that are relatively cheap so I can stock the pantry since I’m not growing much. It unbalances the grocery budget not having the veg patch.
This all may sound a bit negative but its actually lessons in patience. Yeah, I made the request “God teach me patience’ and I got it in spades! When I set back and rest, I can’t see much progress in the garden but I can see a bit of progress in me. Garden therapy is a lovely thing; I wish more people could be blessed with it.
Hopefully soon I will get things tucked away/organized where I can give you some pictures and some double, triple positive garden love notes. I’m sure they are there, I just haven’t gotten there yet. Garden on, guys!
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When People let you down, Christ in Crisis
No Pain quite like people pain?
What do you do when the heaviness / heartache to the people you love?
How do you get over?
The more you get to someone, the more potential increase, the deeper the disappointment.
The closer I get to you, the potential increase you can hurt me in a deeper way.
Distant distort the truths. The further away the distance - the less I can see
The closer you get, you can discover the blemishes, the dent, etc.
The closer I get, the more I see the details.
Details matter, details create an ID, details tells a story.
We serve God who are up in the details, you are fearfully and wonderfully made.
He knows every hair In your head. No blade of grass , no soft flakes are same w another.
Everyone is unique, different thumbprint and everyone on earth leave an imprint.
Details matter but I will never discover details in the distance.
The Distance doesn’t show me the details, it distorts the truth.
Quit wasting time judging people you don’t know.
You got no biz w people you’re not in proximities with, cos you don’t know, just don’t know.
Stop being overly impress with people in distant.
Not against inspired people from a distance
But the moment begin to cost you, your very own insecurities, because you compare your life with someone fake life in a distance, it is not worth it.
Distance distort the truth.
The expression: Never meet your heroes, it’s because times its true, if you get close enough, they’re as broken as you are. I thought you had it all together, I saw it on IG, that’s call a distance. That’s why you’re wasting your time by looking at people on IG.
If you only want to take a moment, maybe your heart will be broken, some people we think they got all together, you only know the whore what they’ve been going through, to offer you up the projection of their reality. Your heart will break.
in relationship pain, proximity plays a massive part.
Sin done in the distance doesn’t feel the same with the sin that done in near to me.
ie. Someone Affair
It will be difficult if that person is your own husband.
Critics
It will be difficult if the critics is your own father.
The abandonment of your very own mother.
The integrity of a pastor that you’ve been following their teaching in the past 10 years, they themselves couldn’t live up to the words they said.
We live long enough to know
People always living, hang around, flow, leaving.
If you can’t live my life then let them leave
If they’re not walking with you today
They’re not part of your future that God has design and plan/ promise for you.
Thank God for its providence, its plan, He is making a way, we live long enough, people always come and going.
The Closer the proximity level , the deeper the heartache.
That’s why some people choose isolation.
Due to the bad relationship, So hurtful to trust again.
The flea experiments:
They take a can and put fleas inside a can, put a lid on the can.
The flea bounce up and barrier of the jar- they can’t get enough/ free from the jar til they give up, til the scientist took the jar open, the flea never leave the jar because they don’t believe.
The fleas in the jar story is a great analogy for how we create paradigms in our lives and end up limiting our potential. If you don't know it already, the story goes something like this...
When fleas are placed in a jar, they try to jump out – but after the lid is placed on, the fleas stop attempting the escape – as they learn the boundaries of the new environment they’re in. Even when the lid is removed, the fleas never jump out. Their thinking has created the ‘lid’ as the boundary, so has conditioned them to limit their jumping. We're all a bit like those fleas - our thinking conditions us. It creates imaginary boundaries and limited ways of thinking that keeps us stuck in a certain way of operating.
Conditioned the flea to leave the prison, that has been done to the pain to many of us.
Many of us live on necessary barrier, what happened to us in the past, we are conditioned to trap in our offence, bitterness, forgiveness. Never step in to what God has store in us. This is how you have relationship trap.
Examples:
- if you know my dad, you’ll hardly trust any men ever again.
-If you’re married my wife, I am not sure if you ever want to get again
- if you have my kids, you’ll reconsider becoming a parent.
- if you’re my friend you’ll have difficult time to be vulnerable as well.
- if you grow up in my church, you’ll be questioning about Jc
I learnt my lesson , Let me never have that close again
So with my Self-defence, isolation and seclusion - let me isolate because I’m trying to protect myself to being hurt. There’s another thing to be introverted, there’s another thing to be isolated.
Being introverted is a personality type.
Case study no 1:
Dawn Chere Wilkerson though she loves and serving people. she is an introvert - Retreat to solitude- so she may be restore and rejuvenate.
Rich is an extrovert.
On the contrary, isolation is not rejuvenation. about perseveration, because you’re trying on your own to preserved. Get away, so afraid and tired of people. I don’t trust people, I don’t want to be around people. People just don’t understand. Isolation is about suffering not refreshing. Isolation is Suffering in silence.
You don’t need to suffer in silence, because you have God in heaven, he knows your pain. Jc knows all about relationship pain.
3 categories of love relationship pain that JC face:
1. pain with his family
Jc know all the fam drama
As we’ve read/ seen in the bible.
John 7
Even his own brothers doesn’t believe in him.
Jc must increase, I must decrease
Jc was God in a flesh,
He knows what if feels like to be criticise, how he was misinterpreted and rejected by his own fam members
Fam is an interesting thing should be our safe heaven, you can have real vulnerability.
In fact, Our deepest trauma and worst pain occur in the very wall of your own family.
lies, manipulation, abuse, betrayal, abandonment, and the list goes on.
I cut some fam members off. They handed me scissors etc. They hurt me and still in my life today.
Back to you, Jc understand fam pain.
2. pain with His friends
His disciples/ friends- when he need the most, they’re not there.
Supernatural anxiety attack.
Jc in the garden sweating drops of blood.
The disciple is sleeping instead of praying.
Mat 26 - All his close friend and every single of them deserted him and fled
When I needed you the most.
If felt that my friend sleep through my pain.
Ive been there before- Jc.
Some people think I valued this friendship than
Judas put a price tag on the friendship= 30 pcs of silver- what does it feels like?
I lay down my heart.
Jc was sold , Jc has enemies all different walk of life, but some of his worst enemies are the pharmacies and sadducees.
we too have enemies. People who aims to hurt us, tactics to destroy you, etc.
Jc was jewish
note:
The Pharisees' Judaism is what we practice today, as we can't make sacrifices at the Temple and instead we worship in synagogues. The Sadducees were the wealthy upper class, who were involved with the priesthood. They completely rejected oral law, and unlike the Pharisees, their lives revolved around the Temple.
Pharisies were men of God, living a zealous life, life of discipline, restriction, know the torah backwards onwards, they live in life walk in purity, for a young boy like JC someone we admire to. But this is the very man that we plot to kill him.
I expected to have enemies/ oppositions/ foes/ enemy against my calling. He/ God forecast that for you. The real shock is I never got the shot in the back, I thought I see it coming. I didn’t expect for others to against me etc.
Christianity is the only movement that kills its wounded, but Jc understand that tight oppositions. What JC do w the enemies?
If you follow me ,the world will hate you.
If the world love you all the time, maybe you’re not doing it right.
His response was to remain silent- God’s fav tactics.
You can’t reason w tiger when it’s head in His mouth.
We tried to win over the enemies, opponent etc.
Sometimes we need a wisdom from JC- let the Lord fight the battle for me.
JC & the gov, accused by leaders
Do you not hear how many they against you
Not even a single charge because JC is remain silent
The gov was greatly amazed.
Real strength is HOW TO CONTROL YOURSELF.
God tell me when I should speak, when I should respond, how I should answer the critics/ accusations. I don’t want to waste time w foes, etc
God understand how people let you down.
Q is simply what will we do w the pain/ hurt/ trials Brought by fam, friends and foes?
SIMPLY SAID F YOU. I FORGIVE YOU.
What do we do when people hurt us/ slander/ betrayed/ abused us etc?
Forgiveness is about setting the captives free, only you become a prisoner all this time. You know why it hurts? its hurts, because it mattered because u love them, because yu gave yourself to them, because you shouldn’t be treated that way. No daughter should talk to her daughter that way, no mother should leave their son in that predicament, it hurts because no husband should leave wife that way, it hurts because they should life longer but they die, it hurts because it matters.
And if you can’t feel it, you certainly can’t healed it.
If we’re not Some glossy, cliched, deal w surface kind of church.
I forgive you by not acknowledging what happens.
Acknowledging what happens vitals for your healing.
Offense is an event. Offended is a decision. - Steven Furtick
Forgivenes is an action.
Its the act of releasing, letting go, letting God.
Venengance is mine- God is about to bring Justice
Our job is to forgive / let go.
Forgiveness doesn’t mean the hurt never happens but it means The pain no longer controls me.
1 Peter 5-6
Therefore Humble yourself under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you.
Real forgiveness takes real humility.
I am going to absorb this blow, I am going to face this pain, I am going to deal w the emotional, I am going to Deal with the collateral, I am acknowledge it, I feel it, and if I can’t feel it, I will never be able to heal it.
I am going to humble myself Underneath the hand of God in due time. Not my time, your time, in due time.
Casting all your cares upon him for he cares for you.
I am Casting my care but I am clinging to Christ.
Turn out God give you two hands to hold the only one thing. And you can’t cling to your care and cling to Christ at the same time. You can’t hold both. There’s something in life that these 2 hands can only hold one thing. I can’t hold mercy and avenges, I can’t hold both grace and offense, I can’t hold forgiveness and unforgiveness. I can’t hold God and bitterness. It doesn’t work that way. I can’t hold to my bitterness and Cling to the Cross. I can only hold one.
And what I choose to let go is enable me to what I can pick up. I gotta release something in order to receive something. I gotta let go bitterness so I can pick up peace. I gotta let go of anger so I can pick up joy, I gotta let go of avenges so I can pick up reconciliation.
Unless I can release it, I can’t receive what God has for me.
Pick of salvation, let go and release my sin, shame, so I can receive forgiveness and
You gotta release in order to receive. Gotta let something to go, in order to pick up something new.
I feel down I hear you today, but you’re not out.
Down is the perfect place for God to reach and pick you up in due time.
I am due.
I am let go and I am gonna let God.
Joy and sorrow co-exist, but Joy and bitterness cannot
Forgiveness is not about just freeing your presence, but about forgene the path into the bright future, removing the invisible lid of pain that conditioned you, to a prison to a small world in in a shape of a jar, you are meant to live free.
But I am not strong enough to forgive, I wish I can forgive but too much happen/ transpired/ I’ve been through too much and impossible to forgive.
Boston Marathon on TV- watching a marathon just like watching Crosby
Unless you understand the difficulty of what they’re doing, you won’t appreciate their victory. Unless you have run before, you won’t appreciate 26 miles finish in 2 hours 5 mins, for 40 pace.
Englishman Roger Banister, 1954, change the trajectory of runner after them - its impossible to run 1 miles under 4 mins. He finished in 3 min 59.4 sec. Sight of relieve even in the opponent’s Somebody broke the barrier, barrier breakers.
Just 46 days later, on 21 June 1954, Bannister's record was broken by his rival, John Landy, in Turku, Finland, with a time of 3 minutes 57.9 seconds, which the IAAF ratified as 3 minutes 58.0 seconds due to the rounding rules then in effect.[22]
John Landy, a scholarly Australian who became the second man, after Roger Bannister of England, to run the mile in under four minutes, and who later dueled Bannister in a race that became known as the Mile of the Century, died on Thursday at his home in Castlemaine, Victoria, Australia. He was 91
1954 British Empire and Commonwealth Games[edit]
On 7 August, at the 1954 British Empire and Commonwealth Games in Vancouver, B.C., Bannister, running for England, competed against Landy for the first time in a race billed as "The Miracle Mile". They were the only two men in the world to have broken the 4-minute barrier, with Landy still holding the world record.
Landy led for most of the race, building a lead of 10 yards in the third lap (of four), but was overtaken on the last bend, and Bannister won in 3 min 58.8 s, with Landy 0.8 s behind in 3 min 59.6 s.[13][28] Bannister and Landy have both pointed out that the crucial moment of the race was that at the moment when Bannister decided to try to pass Landy, Landy looked over his left shoulder to gauge Bannister's position and Bannister burst past him on the right, never relinquishing the lead.
Bannister: Everest on the Track, The Roger Bannister Story is a 2016 TV documentary about his childhood and youth in WWII and postwar Britain and the breaking of the 4-minute mile barrier, with interviews of participants and witnesses to the 1954 race, and later runners inspired by Bannister and his achievement, including Phil Knight who says that Roger Bannister inspired him to start Nike.[46]
In a year, 5 different men broke the barriers, they are called the barrier brokers.
Something that feels / seems impossible is actually possible.
I didn’t know what was possible until the barrier was broken.
I needed somebody that show me that the lead that has been conditioning my life, turns out to be invisible, turn out to be there’s no lead, rather my faith, my trust in God gives me the power to forgive. God unlocked our capacity to forgive. You choose, but God empowers you to do so.
Forgiveness takes work and commitment. I have to choose, but If I choose I have a God’s in heaven who empowers me. Forgiveness is not all up to you. You can’t forgive with your own power/ capacity, you start telling me about the abuse etc.. don’t bother it’s impossible. Stay offended, stay bitter, get angry, boiled w that anger, gossip about that person and let everybody knows you’ve been wronged, you’re a victim you didn’t deserve that, get justice.
But the good news is that we don’t have to forgive on our own. There’s a barrier breaker, his name is Jesus. He who knew no sin that’s what the Hebrew said. He never let everybody down, he never betrayed anybody, never gossip/ abused, never lie/ cheat/ lust, walk in generosity - he who knew no sin. If there’s a candidate..
From the Cross,
There they crucified Him w the criminals.
This is what the sin talking place, if u don’t receive the gospel in full weight
You earn the way to heaven
When we put the nails
We’re the one who kill him
Its my sin
I crucified him in the midst of my sin
Forgive them for they don’t know what they’re doing.
I have sin deeply against God but he has forgiven me.
Unforgivenes is always an indication that we overestimate people sin against us, and totally underestimate our sin against GOd.
Choosing do not to forgive, so you trust yourself more than God to protect you in the situation.
Unforgivenes is not a protection, it’s a pride.
Like Roger Banister broke the barrier to show all of us, to run a mile under 4 mins.
Yes you can, because Jc has already did. He broke the barrier.
When I walk in unforgivenes I am underestimate my sin against God, and overestimate my sin against me. And it’s pride, it won’t protect me, but it will only imprisoned me in this lid jar leaving to conditioned that I will leave like this forever.
Relationship pain has the ability to trapped us in season
Unforgivenes change us to a moment
Bitterness puts an unnecessary boundaries and barrier in our future
You’re a living trip in 2015, it’s 2023
Someone hurt you in the past, you didn’t realise the season is changed.
The abuse, the slander, the divorce , the affair,
You live in the past. Do you know what day it is?
It is not Friday where they killed JC, it’s not even Saturday when God silent in the grave, thank God it is Sunday He resurrected from the tomb to heaven. And it’s a God who make all things new, its alive on the throne
It’s the same power that talk to death, hell on the grave, that Sunday that kind of resurrection Sunday power. The power that says something appears to be impossible, NO NO NO. I have a Sunday kinda God. What is impossible seems possible.
Praise God like you’re living in an Overflow of Sunday
I can forgive because He forgives.
Ref Youtube/ Podcast Sermon: "When People let you down, Christ in Crisis" by Rich Wilkerson Jr.
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