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starlitheaven · 2 years

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TILL DEATH DO US PART — S. GETO HUSBAND HCS

based on this ask. elaborated on some parts from it.

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— Suguru is a very considerate husband. Considerate overall towards his loved ones and often puts you first. When planning a vacation he always chooses places you’ve mentioned wanting to visit. If you two go out he always makes sure to bring an extra sweater even if you swear you’ll be fine (you rarely are). He always stays up late waiting for you to come home from long shifts or will just pick you up himself. Always let’s you choose the movie you want to watch.

— Adding to that, Suguru is very attentive to his spouses tastes and memorizes many things about you. Favorite color, favorite food, favorite artist, whether you prefer cold or warm weather, what makes you tick, how you like to be approached when upset. Unsurprisingly, his gifts are always exactly what you want.

— Loyal motherfucker. He’s the definition of a ride or die. He’s with you until the end no matter what. As he’s gotten older he’s become a “save my loved one over the greater good”. A very “i’ll help you hide the body” type of man, like Yuuta. He’s always there to hold your hair back when you’ve had too much alcohol and will clean up any messes.

— Is often the first to apologize after miscommunications or arguments. Perhaps he can hold a grudge and refuse to apologize to others in general, but not his spouse. Once he’s become a husband, he believes it’s important to swallow your pride. He’s made a rule for himself as a husband: if the disagreement is something he wouldn’t be upset about in a month or year, let alone even remember, then he can make the first move to resolve the issue with you as it’s not that important in the long run. So if he ever goes even a few days without apologizing or speaking to you, it’s serious and something you need to reflect on.

— Strongly believes it’s important that you two have your own interests and lives outside of each other (Satoru is similar). He sees marriage as people who have come together, not people who have come together and became a singular entity.

— Still, Suguru likes to hear you talk about what interests you and what you’re excited about. He smiles fondly and just listens, all while taking notes in his big sexy brain of knowledge solely for his spouse.

— Prefers cleaning over cooking, but is fine with both. It really all depends on what you want to do that day or week.

— Mentioned in the original post or some other post I’ve made, but Suguru’s considerate nature can be harmful to him. He’s so focused on others, especially you and your needs, that he doesn’t think of himself or give himself the same attention he does to you. Satoru has pushed him to be more selfish, but Suguru is very much a giver rather than a receiver. One of the reasons why Suguru chose to spend the rest of his life with you is that you’re attuned to this part of him and know when it’s time to let him choose himself.

— Is cool under pressure and knows how to calm your anxiety. The process of adoption made your head spin with stress, but he was always there to bring you back to earth and not get carried away. You wouldn’t have been able to go through with it if it wasn’t for him, and you’re so grateful to him for being the reason you two have your twins.

— An amazing father. It warms your heart to see how good he is with them, and how much he encourages them to feel comfortable being themselves. Anyone who sees him with the girls can see what a doting dad he is, and his looks make him an automatic dilf. Who wouldn’t when they see this handsome six foot tall plus man out in public with his daughters? This man with his tattoos that have clearly been colored in with markers by the twins? Even out in the grocery store with ribbons and cute hair clips in his messily styled hair has the bitches salivating.

— Suguru has always been aware of your jealousy when women come at him, and how it’s increased now that you two have children. You never take it out on him or anything, you don’t do anything except look annoyed. He’s still lowkey an asshole like his younger days so if a woman is hitting on him knowing he’s married or in front of you, he turns them down with a snide remark or a disgusted expression. Anything to embarrass them, honestly. He thinks it’s fair to make them feel ashamed for disrespecting you.

— Speaking of jealousy, he’s surprisingly the more jealous one. He has no reason to be, and also doesn’t take it out or blame it on you, but he’s more emotional about it. The sight of someone looking at what’s his makes him seethe only when they have intentions past admiring you (as they should). He’s petty and makes himself clearly known until they’re uncomfortable and mutter and apology before scurrying away.

– Jealousy sex with husband Suguru? OOOOOOF. He’s aggressive and more rough with you; prone to biting, hair pulling, facials, spanking. Who else can tease you and make you squirm on his fingers alone until you cry? Or have you drunk on your husband’s cock on the first round? Satoru knows that when his bestie hits him up last minute to babysit the girls it’s because of this. The next day when you two go pick up the twins, Satoru is wiggling his eyebrows at your hickeys and bite marks barely visible under the collar of your shirt.

— Other than jealous sex, Suguru is more of a soft dom than anything. He really is a giver more than a receiver, and only gives out punishments when you ask for it. He’s also very big on aftercare and it’s probably his favorite part.

— Suguru is the definition of a good husband and partner for life. It’s not always easy and he wouldn’t

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riszellira · 1 year

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Reflection: Keeping One’s Word

Flip-flopping. Ambivalent. Undecided. Fickle. Indecisive. Uncertain. They say one thing today, then say another thing tomorrow. Some people are like this. They have no word of honor.

Jim and Gemma walk down the aisle for the second time after forty years of marriage. One parishioner asks Jim during the reception about their secret of staying together. He said, “Keep sacred the words you spoke on your wedding day until the end.”

These are: “I, Jim, take you, Gemma, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.”

If only couples keep their word as the years pass by, there will be no problems. In the Gospel, Jesus reassures us: “Those who love me will keep my word . . . Whoever does not love me does not keep my words.” People who are not in love do not care about their words.

The choice of words we use, the tone and level of our voice, the manner in which we express them—they all have an impact on the people we relate to every day. The philosopher Rumi counsels, “Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” One kind word can change someone’s entire day. Words can change the life of a person or the entire nation. Saint Teresa of Calcutta said, “Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.”

If other people’s words can impact and change the course and direction of a person’s or a nation’s life, how much more God’s words? The Word of God assures you—it is your light and guide (Psalm 119:105). God’s Word is powerful (Hebrews 4:12). It nourishes and sustains (Matthew 4:4). Jesus assures us, “Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away” (Matthew 24:35).

Keep your word. Most importantly keep the Word of God.

~Fr. Haluendo Amit, OCD

How true are you to your promises? Have you ever broken any vow to God that you uttered?

I cling to Your promises, Lord. You are faithful. Amen.

Prayer

… for a deep and profound respect for life, especially for the unborn.

… for the strength and healing of the sick.

… for the healing and peace of all families.

Finally, we pray for one another, for those who have asked our prayers and for those who need our prayers the most.

GOD BLESS!

#reflection #prayer

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jrhughes · 1 year

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The One Human Race

(Sunday, February 5th 2023 A.D.)

Genesis 2:1-7

Golden Text: 27 And He (Jesus) said unto them, The Sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath: 28 Therefore the Son of man is Lord also of the Sabbath. - Mark 2:27-28

24 God that made the world and all things therein, seeing that He is Lord of heaven and earth, dwelleth not in temples made with hands; 25 Neither is worshipped with men's hands, as though He needed any thing, seeing He giveth to all life, and breath, and all things; 26 And hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth, ... Acts 17:24-26

1 Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them. 2 And on the seventh day God ended His work which He had made; and He rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made. 3 And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it He had rested from all His work which God created and made. 4 These are the generations of the heavens and of the earth when they were created, in the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens, 5 And every plant of the field before it was in the earth, and every herb of the field before it grew: for the LORD God had not caused it to rain upon the earth, and there was not a man to till the ground. 6 But there went up a mist from the earth, and watered the whole face of the ground. 7 And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.-Genesis 2:1-7

We have discussed the Creation of God found in Genesis, Chapter 1. There we learned many things about God and His Creation. We also touched on some other ideas that mainly have to do with the age of the Earth. And we explained how those ideas are false or misleading as God did not need millions of years to create the heaven and the earth. When we came to the Creation of man (male and female made He them), we spoke of the faith based system of evolution. We used the words of Mr. Darwin and others in the evolutionary community to demonstrate that the imagined idea of evolution was without merit (there was no evidence in geologic findings). But now we come to the real account of the creation of man. And it is quite simple to understand and straight forward. So, let us begin our discussion in Genesis, Chapter 2.

Genesis 2 is an account of various things relating to several parts of the creation enlarged on and explained, things which could have been but were not mentioned in Chapter 1. No mention is made as to how the plants received water, here we learn of a mist arising out of the earth, which watered the herbs and plants before there was any rain to fall upon them, and even before Adam had been told to cultivate and take care of them. For that matter all that is in Genesis 1 is that God created. That was the major fact we had to understand: In the Beginning, God created. Here in Chapter 2, we learn some details about the breath of life being breathed into man by God the Holy Spirit and the body of man (made from the dust of the Earth) is created (bara) unique, as a living soul. (Genesis 2:7).

In Chapter 2 God plants a Garden and puts in it all the trees off of which man could eat. God explains, through Moses, the rivers that watered the Garden. Then God told Adam, here is your job. Watch over My creation, you will dress it, cultivate it, care for it. Only after Adam (man) had a job, did God bring the idea of a help meet (woman) for Adam. So is that a pattern God expects us to follow? The man does not obtain a wife until after he has been given a career task. Would that be the best way to ensure a marriage that lasts a lifetime?

God said to Adam that he could eat of any tree, but one. That one was forbidden under a penalty of death. The day you eat, you will die. Then God showed Adam he was alone. How?

When Adam named all the animals, Adam saw they were in pairs, they had mates. Adam was a bachelor and God said it is not good for Adam (man) to be alone. God provided Adam a help meet, forming Eve out of one of his ribs. Then they were in oneness together, one man, one woman together forever.

Message Text - Genesis, Chapter 2:1-7

Genesis, Chapter 2

1 Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them.

Thus the heavens and the earth were finished,.... This is the end of the initial creation of heaven and earth and all the host (literal: army~ also troop, swarm, multitude) of earth and heavens (universe) were now complete. Perfected and completed in the space of six days, gradually, successively, as we move from an empty, unfinished earth, to populate it, set the sun, moon, stars in place. This is accomplished by the Word and Power of God. Created out of nothing, but they were not perfected, beautified, and adorned, and filled, complete with plants, fish, fowl, animals; then came man.

And all the host them, of the heavens and the earth; the host (Strongs Number H6635; 1) that which goes forth, army, war, warfare, host; 1a) army, host; 1a1) host (of organized army, not necessarily of men Joel 2:11); 1a2) host (of angels); 1a3) of sun, moon, and stars; 1a4) of whole creation). Scripture, says the angels are a host; see Luke 2:13. However, that is not necessarily proof. I like to believe host means all the creation of God: the plants, herbs, and trees, the fowls, fishes, animals, and man. In other words God had not only completed the heaven and the Earth but all the host that populates them.

2 And on the seventh day God ended His work which He had made; and He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had made.

On the seventh day God ended His work. We begin this chapter with the Sabbath day. Do not miss the importance of the Sabbath day. God finished the six days of creation (all of creation was accomplished, complete at an end). Now God rested (shabath [shaw-bath'] Hebrew Lexicon No. 7673) from His creation, or ceased from His creation activity. And this verse seems to make it clear that ALL HIS creation work in the heavens and the earth, was accomplished or ended after these six days. (Thus we can believe that all creation in the universe and in heaven was done in that creation week)

Length of Day: The sun was not created and set in its place in the firmament, heavens or space, until day four. But once the sun is created and placed in its place, this "day" had to be 24 hours because of the rotation of Earth. We believe a 24-hour day as with the sun in its place and the Earth rotating.

The only reason church people have trouble with the periods of times is because since they were in first grade they have been told that the earth is m-i-l-l-i-o-n-s of years old.

Do you remember your teacher saying, "Today we will learn about dinosaurs that lived millions of years ago?" (But dinosaurs were created by God, so, they lived hundreds or a few thousand years ago. Also dinosaur means giant lizard. What about the Komodo dragon? It is a giant in the lizard ranks. Could it be a small dinosaur?

Komodo dragons become more than 10 feet long and can weigh more than 150 pounds. They live about 30 years and never stop growing. Since they never stop growing how large would these giant lizards be when the climate allowed for much longer life spans? A 75 - 100 year old Komodo would be called a dinosaur. However that alone does not prove or disprove day age or vast ages. (More on them later.)

Sabbath: SABBATH, noun 1. The day which God appointed to be observed by the Jews as a day of rest from all secular labor or employments, and to be kept holy and consecrated to His service and worship. This was originally the seventh day of the week, the day on which God rested from the work of creation; and this day is still observed by the Jews and some Christians, as the Sabbath. ... - Webster 1828

OKAY, Let us look at other places in the Bible that talk of a seven-day week and a Sabbath to confirm the length of the period of time. In Exodus 16:29-30 they were to gather manna for six days, but on the seventh day (Sabbath) there would be no manna. Exodus 20:10 tells us the seventh day is a Sabbath unto the Lord when man is not to do any work, neither he nor his employees (servants) or his animals. All are to be at Rest, at Sabbath.

Exodus 20:11For [in] six days the LORD made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them [is], and rested the seventh day: wherefore the LORD blessed the Sabbath day, and hallowed it.

Exodus 23:12 Six days thou shalt do thy work, and on the seventh day thou shalt rest: that thine ox and thine ass may rest, and the son of thy handmaid, and the stranger, may be refreshed.

The people and animals rested on the seventh day (Sabbath). Did people rest one 24 hour day or for a thousand or a million years? Can we agree it was one, 24 hour, day of rest?

And remember that day 3 we had plants, grass, herbs and the like. Plants and grass cannot survive more than about 1 week without the sun and need the sun to do photosynthesis. So it was not a long period of time (decades or centuries or longer) the plant life would all be withered and gone. Thus, we need a much shorter day (a 24 hour day) for the survival of plants.

These Scriptures then tell us two things: there is a Sabbath day of rest where no work is to be done and the Sabbath day is a regular 24-hour day, in a seven-24 hour day week. Therefore, the six days of creation were six regular 24 hour days in a seven-day week. Creation week is not a long period, but a plain, seven day week with 24 hour days and 1 day (24 hours) of rest.

He rested on the seventh day from all His work. The One Who never slumbers or sleeps: 3 ... He that keepeth thee will not slumber. 4 Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. Psalms 121:3-4

It was not as though God was weary of working, for the Creator of the ends of the earth, HE fainteth not, nor is weary, (Isaiah 40:28). But God had completed all His creation work. There was no more creating to do. He continued to watch over His creation. God takes note of when a sparrow falls (Matthew 10:29). He (God) feeds the birds (Matthew 6:26). Creation may be over, but God has much that HE does to sustain His creation.

3 And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it He had rested from all His work which God created and made.

God blessed the seventh day God blessed (bestowed favor, consecrated) and sanctified (dedicated, set apart, honored, established) the seventh day. God endows this seventh day with His favor and grace. God sets this day apart (dedicates, sanctifies it). God rested (shabath Hebrew Lexicon No. 7673) from His creation. Other Scriptures (as the one above) make it clear that God wants man to rest on the Sabbath. It was a blessed day. A day of remembrance.

BLESS'ED, participle passive Made happy or prosperous; extolled; pronounced happy. - Webster 1828

And sanctified it. SANC'TIFIED, 1. Made holy; consecrated; set apart for sacred services. 2. Affectedly holy.

This is the day which the Lord has made. A day in which He took delight and pleasure, having finished all His works, and resting from them, and looking over the days and the creation and pronounced them as very good. He pronounced this seventh day a good and happy day, and "sanctified" or appointed it in His mind to be a day separated for us for remembering (each week) our Creator and be thankful for His creation. It would be, for holy service and worship and a time of thinking, meditation and rest.

The Hebrews (Jewish) had the command and many rules both civil and religious. How far to walk, no fire, do not go for wood, et cetera. Moses wrote this. He was given basic things (no work, yet, remember God) as the law of the Sabbath. Why was Sabbath so special? God blessed the Sabbath day, sanctified and hallowed it because God had rested on that day from all His works (Exodus 20:11). God wanted us to rest and to remember our Creator. Do you and I recognize this as a day of remembrance and thankfulness each week to our Creator?

Because that in it He had rested from all His work, which God created. This refers to what God had done. It is clear that this was inspired by God, and HE said, as in the preceding verse, "He rested," His works were finished, as in (Hebrews 4:3) rest.

Why Seven Days? Why then do we have a seven day week? Its not equally divisible of the standard month. 30/7 = 4.285... . How about a year: 365/7= 52.142... . Then why 7? Is it because God made the week, the work week 7 days? ... THINK! It is special.

Is that 7th day a remembrance day? Are we to celebrate the fact that the creation of 6 days is complete and now God can rest from His creation? Yes. That is probably why so that we can celebrate and thank God for His creation and all that would mean to you and I, if we think and reflect upon it and the One Who made it all possible. Will you look at the 7th day differently from now on?

Five Day Work Week: Did you know that one of the reasons some wanted a five day work week is because Saturday is the Sabbath and should be a day of reflection on the Creator. Sunday on the other hand is the first day of the week and the day we remember our Redeemer and Savior. Thus both days were days to be hallowed.

4 These are the generations of the heavens and of the earth when they were created, in the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens,

This is the generations (towldah [to-led-aw'] results, proceedings, account) of the making of the heavens (sky, firmament, atmosphere, abode of God) and earth (whole earth, land). It is "the" creation record and is the period of time that LORD (Jehovah) God (Elohiym) created and/or assembled from His creation: earth (matter) and heavens (space).

NOTE: The use of Jehovah. But read Exodus 6:2-3) 2) And God spake unto Moses, and said unto him, I [Am] the LORD: 3) And I appeared unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob,by [the Name of] God Almighty, but by My Name JEHOVAH was I not known to them.

Some allege Moses was not the writer of Genesis, there was another earthly author? Wait!! The Bible tells us that by the Name Jehovah was I not known before God spoke unto Moses and revealed His Name JEHOVAH. But we read the Name JEHOVAH or LORD in the second chapter. What is the significance? Well there are some who say Moses did not write Genesis. Others wrote it. Yet we find the Name Jehovah (the Name God revealed first unto Moses). That Name Jehovah (which was first revealed to Moses) is used 141 times in the book of Genesis. Conclusion: This use of the Name (revealed to Moses) would only be used, IF Moses wrote Genesis, (of course, under the inspiration of God the Holy Spirit).

These are the generations of the heavens and the earth, when they were created,.... That is, the above account, delivered in the preceding creation chapter, is a history of the production of the heavens and earth, and of all things in them.

In the day that the Lord God made the earth, and the heavens. Here the word day is used to mean the period of time of creation, not any particular 24 hour day, but refers to the whole time of the six days, in which everything was made or created by God.

Lord is a contraction of the Anglo-Saxon word, and implies the giver of bread, i.e., he who deals out all the necessaries of life. Ancient English noblemen were accustomed to keep a continual open house, where all their servants, and all strangers, had full liberty to enter and eat as much as they would; and hence those noblemen had the honorable name of lords, i.e., the dispensers of bread. LORD is the dispenser of bread, the giver of every good and perfect gift, and has provided the bread that endures unto eternal life for every human soul. The Lord Jesus, is emphatically called the Bread of life; the Bread of God which cometh down from heaven, and which is given for the life of the world! John 6:33; John 6:48; John 6:51. - Adam Clarke

5 And every plant of the field before it was in the earth, and every herb of the field before it grew: for the LORD God had not caused it to rain upon the earth, and there was not a man to till the ground.

And every plant of the field before it was in the earth. This is a continuation after in the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens. Verse 5 continues the account with a conjunction "And." This is similar to the joining together of verses in Genesis 1-5, as God gives an account of one day's activities. Here God reviews that HE made heaven and earth, then plants and herbs. This happened before God made man. We also read God made every plant, before it was in the earth. Did God create in His mind or in some other place before things were placed on Earth? We read God made every herb. . . before it grew. It had not rained. Next, it appears God made man to be a farmer (to till the ground) with no rain.

God made it, (where, how? God knows) even God who made the heavens and the earth. The plants of the field were made out of the earth on the third day. But here we are told they were before they were on Earth. They were before any were planted on Earth, or any seed was sown. They proceed out by the power of God. It is His idea.

For the Lord God had not caused it to rain upon the earth: The production of plants and herbs could not be explained by rain making them grow. There was no rain.

And there was not a man to till the ground. When these plants were created, there was not even one man. Rain therefore could take no credit for plant life on Earth. But from the Mighty Power of God these plants were the produced. Some Jewish writers, believe and write of the plant and herb of the field: We are discussing Creation but honing in on the why and how man came into existence. As the plants, we can conclude man was on/in the mind of God first.

6 But there went up a mist from the earth, and watered the whole face of the ground.

But there went up a mist from the earth,.... How long has man had to depend upon God to bring the rain? Yet, when there is no rain, God allowed Himself another way to give needed moisture to the growing things: a mist (in the Hebrew mist means mist) Mist is: A mass of fine droplets of water in the atmosphere near or in contact with the earth. 2. Water vapor condensed . . .

God the Holy Ghost (Spirit) was hovering over the waters in Genesis 1. Were the waters drained off when God gathered together the seas and the dry land appeared? I like to believe that perhaps after the waters had been drained off or brought together and dry land (Earth) appeared, then came the sun days later, and the heat caused a vapor, which went up as a mist, and descended: and watered the whole face of the ground; or earth, and so supplied the place of rain, until rain was given. Truthfully, no one knows how God does what He does, His ways are past finding out. Which doeth great things past finding out; yea, and wonders without number." - Job 9:10

7 And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

Genesis 2:7 gives us some details as to how God formed Adam’s body out of the dust (dry earth) of the ground (Hebrew for ground=adamah [ad-aw-maw]. When God breathed (blew into, blow, sniff) into the nostrils (Hebrew=nostril, nose, face) the breath (Hebrew=breath or spirit) of life and man (‘Adam [aw-dawm’] became. Only after God’s breath, did man become a living soul. (Hebrew = soul, self, life, creature, person).

And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, Josephus great Jewish historian writes Adam was made of red earth macerated, or mixed with water. Okay, that is his opinion. But what does the Bible say? Dust aw-fawr' Strongs No: H6083; Orig: from 6080; dust (as powdered or gray); hence, clay, earth, mud:--ashes, dust, earth, ground, powder, rubbish. H6080.

So here we are told by God the Holy Spirit the body of man is from the dust, most likely powdered. As for me and my house, we will not speculate as to the kind of dust.

Josephus (in his writing) wants to help God and Josephus makes dust into clay. Perhaps Josephus is projecting. We could not make anything out of dry dust, so we will help God. It must have been clay. COME ON. HE IS GOD. God can do anything. This merely shows the mighty power of God in producing such a creature as man out of the dust of the earth. We should acknowledge His ways are past finding out. Take solace (comfort) that HE is God. HE is in charge. HE is so wonderful and we are so limited. God does not need our help.

And breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; Remember the soul realm of man was created (bara) from nothing which was before, except in the Mind and purpose of God. Man was produced by God separate from and higher than the beasts of the field. The breath of God was breathed directly into man. This breath of life was reserved for man.

And man became a living soul; Man was not only able to do all of the tasks that lower animals could do, but man was a thinking, reasoning, and made of three parts. Man was capable of things that were past the ability of animals. Such as reason and many others.

8 And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there He put the man whom He had formed.

TO BE CONTINUED. - Tune in next week same time, same station and learn about the Garden of Eden, a unique place made and planted by God. It is most amazing. God gives man a special more beautiful place than the most wonderful places on earth. - You will not want to miss it. -

Well was there a real Garden of Eden? YES. Was it magnificent beyond all man could do? Yes Can I trust the description of Eden? YES. One final question: Was Jesus also telling the truth when He said:

2 In My Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto Myself; that where I Am, there ye may be also. - Jesus (John 14:2-3)

Prayer: Heavenly Father, What can I say, How can I thank You for all that You have done for me? You created the world and all that therein is and then man in Your image and likeness. You, God the Holy Spirit breathed the breath of life into his nostrils and Adam became a living soul. You, Lord God loves us each, so much. Thank You, Lord. You placed man in the Garden of Eden. A Garden that You prepared. It had all that man needed. It must have been so beautiful and marvelous. But we believe Your account of the creation and of the garden. But the most wonderful Gift came after man had sinned and earned DEATH. You allowed Jesus to come to Earth. And I believe that Jesus came to earth from heaven, took on the flesh of man, lived a sinless life and thus could HE be the sacrifice for the sin of the world. His bloody death paid the death penalty that my first sin earned me. I accept His sacrifice, His death for me. I believe that He died and on the third day arose from the dead. One more time, I ask You to quicken (make alive) within me, my ability to love You more; to do Thy Will and to serve You this day and the rest or my life here on Earth. And when life on Earth is over, I want to spend the rest of eternity with You. Help me to live for You, I pray in the Name of Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.

May God bless you in all that you do for Him, Brother J.R. Soul winner, Bible teacher, Defender of the Faith

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ktheist · 3 years

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take my whole life too | m

muses. jeongguk x heir!reader

genre. chaebol au. arranged marriage au. expecting parents au.

words. 5k

warnings. dad!jeongguk, house husband!jeongguk, simp!jeongguk, implied smut verging on actual smut, mentions of break up and arguments

you never gave much thought for jeon jeongguk - not for how he looks, not for how much he makes, not for how compatible you are together. nothing. so much for promising to stay together through health and sickness till death do you apart.

but that’s just the thing, you were willing to let go of your heart in exchange for the wealth of your family. which is inherently yours until the findings of your grandfather’s will appointing his administrators the task of safeguarding the billions of dollar estate against his unmarried granddaughter who to be fair, has always had her eyes on that bejeweled ring of his. it’s less about the diamond and more about what possessing - legally, of course - the ring could do. for one, nobody could challenge your legitimacy as the chairman of luxean. and boy, do your overbearing aunties like to nitpick every little thing you do at the board meeting just to put their sons and daughters in a better light.

so yeah, you would say sacrificing your non-existent possibility of falling in love would suffice. plus, jeongguk can go shopping for convertibles with a swipe of a card, fly from london to italy to greece and back to london within one night. heck, he can even have a steamy hot night with the locals and bring back a greek goddess of a mistress if he wanted to.

except for one problem: he wants to do all those things with you.

well, considering how he stripped down to just pants with the buckle undone and protrusion of well defined abs that leads to a tantalizing v-line beneath the contrasting black band of his calvin klein halfway to the bedroom of your suite after the ceremony, completely disregarding the fact you never spoke to him unless you were in the presence of other people - watching eyes - and the limited time you have to change into your second outfits, you figured he’d want more than just hot and steamy nights in paris and peaceful quiet mornings in athens in your sundress and off white spring hats.

he either hasn’t figured out that he’s just a tool for you to gain public opinion or he doesn’t particularly care as long as he’s getting some.

“you’re leaving?” the voice that asked the very obvious question bears a sort of despondency to it.

when you turn to face the man lying naked - and looking like a well sculpted greek god at that - in the bed, you curse yourself for forgetting the one simple thing that you promise yourself not to do: look at him in the eye. by god, you’ve never seen anyone - any man - who could be so good at weakening your resolution and making you want to climb into bed and cuddle him like a puppy.

“didn’t soyeon tell you i have a meeting?” you manage to sound casual about it for the most part as you put on the earrings that lie abandoned on the vanity when jeongguk came in just before you were almost done with your make up and bent you over the vanity to fuck you once before carrying you to the bed and fuck you in your sensitive state.

“i know,” he mumbles.

and when only silence follows suit, you can’t help but let your hands rest on your hip as you raise your eyebrows, “but?”

it takes a moment of the man trapping his bottom lip between his teeth and leaving it with a sort of pinkish shine when he releases it, “can we have another go?”

“you’re hard?” this time, the surprise in your voice is unconcealable, “again?”

“i know - i’m sorry - it’s just... that dress looks really good on you,” he doesn’t even bother to hide his ogling.

so to answer the question of whether you fucked him that time at your suite when you were supposed to change, yes you did.

“sounds like a you kind of problem,” you wave with the hand that picked up your purse - all your essentials already there, “go out and have a look at athens before we fly for london tomorrow - oh and maybe grab some dinner for yourself.”

“when will you be back?” as much as you like to think you’re indifferent to your husband, you can’t help but think he looks endearing for shying away from your gaze and rubbing the back of his head hesitantly, “i thought maybe we could have dinner together.”

there’s a strain in his voice but you brush it off, shrugging, “what do you think meetings like this are held over? i am going for dinner,” you want to take that back as soon as it escaped your lips but instead, you turn around, “anyways, don’t wait up.”

that’s one habit that he seems to have - waiting for you until you climb into bed with him after long hours of frying your eyes in front of the laptop in the common area.

either way, you strut out of your suite, leaving your husband with a semi-hard cock, you didn’t miss the way it twitched at your blatant rejection just before you turned your back on him.

and so you go about your day, the meeting coming to a close flawlessly as with a signed contract and a meal worthy of the restaurant’s reputation. by the time you thought the approaching figure from the corner of your eyes is the waiter bringing your desserts, kim taehyung was in the middle of thanking you “for meeting me on such a short notice, on your honeymoon at that.”

“i should thank you for reaching out to my secretary when you heard i’d be here too,” you chuckle, hand pushing a stray hair to the back of your ear before your gaze travels up to meet the man’s, “my grandfather always says, there’s no security on this earth, only opportunity,” raising the wine glass mid air, you offer him a smile, “and god does not help anyone seize it unless they do so themselves.”

“the late chairman was a wise man,” he raises his own glass, only to freeze at an awkward angle when the waiter finally approaches you.

except it isn’t the waiter.

it’s-

“___,” a voice fills your ears like velvet on skin, you already know who it belongs to before you even look up at the man whose out-of-character furrowed brows and pressed lips all but makes you want to shoot up from your seat and spout out explanations you don’t even owe him, “i thought i’d pick you up since it’s,” he checks his rolex - it was the first thing you bought him after assessing his lack of accessory after you’d both signed the contract, “half an hour till midnight and the polignotou isn’t going to wait for us.”

taehyung is the one to break the silence, “it seems i’ve taken up too much of your time.”

before you can even refute it, he’s already standing up and fixing his blazer before stepping to the side to properly face your husband.

“congratulations of your marriage, mr. jeon,” then he turns to you, his smile just as excellent at yours when it comes to hiding your emotions and that could only mean that tonight is drawing to an end on a bad note thanks to your husband’s interruption, “mrs. jeon.”

and with a final words of ‘i’ll have my secretary send you the papers soon’, he’s gone like the wind.

“what are you doing here? i told you i had a meeting! not gallivanting with some greek men!” the words come out in a low hiss when he takes the abandoned seat across from you as you gaze around the vicinity in case there are other business acquaintances that happen to know you.

“i’m sorry -” he mumbles out, “i was walking down the streets and i saw you at the balcony of the restaurant and-” he stops short of his words, tongue darting out over his lower lip for the briefest moment.

“and?” you echo, brows arched.

“i got jealous of seeing you with another guy,” his voice is barely above whisper but you hear it loud and clear.

you’re almost sure that you’ve slipped but and let your eyes narrow at him like a puzzle that you can’t figure out but it’s gone in a heartbeat as you pick up your purse and clear your throat. possibly in search for the right words to say but perhaps also an admittance of your caught-off-guard situation.

either way you stand up, “let’s go, the street starts getting scarcer by 2 and i’d rather stay safe and walk with more people than less.”

you did end up walking.

it was a halfway walk but it’s still a walk, that was, until you saw jeongguk pulling on the material of his pants every two minutes. the lack of lights did well to hide it but even then, your eyes automatically pans towards the noticeable protrusion in between his legs. as if your body has completely adapted to his scent - that subtle but evident scent of masculinity, his gaze - the pure, unadulterated desire within the shadows in his eyes and his touch - the way his hand seems to inch lower down your ass before he traces back up to settle on the dip of your spine before it left you cold and unattended when he started to tug on his pants.

“jeongguk -ah, fuck,” you bite back the moan that spills over your lips, “you’re making too much noise.”

“yeah?” his voice bears a lull to it as he thrusts in and out of you in the way that makes your legs come together and your heart leap all the way to your throat as your hands grip onto the dampened cart jeongguk pushed you against in the closest alleyway you were walking towards before he bent you over, lifted up your dress and pulled your panties down.

not even a minute passed before you felt him inside you. and by god, did you feel filled to the brim. the sheen of sweat coating your skin is cold against the chilly night air, the sinful sounds echoing off the walls makes you pray for the first time in a long time that no one is nearby and the way jeongguk is hitting all your sweet spots has you gritting your teeth in hopes that it’d be one less sound to get you arrested for public indecency.

in a country that you’re not a citizen of, at that.

you’re not sure how you got back to your suite and how the hell did you switch into your night dress but you have an inkling that it has something to do with the man whose arm traps you against a hard, muscled body when you started shifting to wake.

his breath fans the back of your neck as he slurs his words but you can make out a ‘five more minutes’ after a grumble and a faint ‘chaeyoung’ at the end.

“no,” you’re not sure what or who you’re saying the words of rejection to, but you slam a fist into arm that’s holding you, “let me go! jeongguk! let me go!”

he finally does at the bloodcurdling scream that could wake up the whole city. but somehow security hasn’t come bursting through the door and the streets in front of your room hasn’t halted its hustling and bustling.

“wh-what happened?” jeongguk’s wide eyes scan the room for the one, solid minute before they rest on you but instead of settling with the deduction that your scream was caused by his own entrapment - possibly the unfamiliar name he blurted out - he crawls over to you, “are you okay?” hand on your cheek as he checks for something.

they return to your eyes when you slap it away though.

you’re not even sure why you’re seeing red but you attribute it to the fact that- “how did i get in this?”

he takes one look and blinks, “i changed you because you fell asleep in the cab and i carried-”

“why?” arms crossed over your chest, you speak over him.

“i... i thought you might be uncomfortable sleeping in that dress,” you can almost hear the screws in his brain turning in search for answers.

“stop, okay? don’t act like you’re some award-winning husband - you’re not, you were broke and was about to lose your only source of income when i came to you and asked if you wanted to not have to work a day in your life,” he must’ve not known that his eyebrows twitch at the words, “it’s always been about the money - i get it, so you can stop now. we don’t have to play house when no one’s around because this isn’t an actual marriage and we don’t even love each other.”

you expected the stars in his eyes to dim out, expected him to avert his gaze somewhere to the most random thing like the ugly vase next to the door or the phone on the nightstand or the window where the sound of kids laughing and vendors across the street obnoxiously greeting his neighboring competition.

but instead, he looks straight at you, “what is it then?” he asks, “what are we if those good night kisses, cuddling into each other in the middle of the night when we woke up briefly before falling back to sleep, holding hands while walking and making love every night-”

“i don’t know where you got that because i never kissed you, i never asked you to wait for me to go to sleep together and i never touched you first - they were all you,” your head dips to the side just the slightest bit, “and we had sex every night. that’s it - it’s just sex.”

the last thing you see before you climb off the bed and lock yourself in the bathroom, dialing up your secretary’s number to book a plane ticket for yourself, is what you’ve initially expected to see.

stars that don’t shine as bright as the morning they twinkle and greet for the first time of the day. brows that knit together but not because he’s anxious or nervous about telling you something.

when you stepped out, he’s gone and you don’t leave any notes. not even a text after you packed up your belongings, hailed a cab and went straight to the airport in your darkest shades and brightest dress.

and so it goes, not a single rumor about your early arrival in seoul and your lack of spouse with you. mainly because jeongguk and you have put up quite a show for those watching eyes. a love story worth spectating and an ending keenly awaited. but you’ve made it clear, during your about-to-hit one month honeymoon that you’re truly, deeply, madly in love with your chosen husband, so much so, that you’re willing to leave the chairman seat unguarded.

it’s a gamble but it worked like magic. the board members welcome you back into the company without any inquiry even though you’re one week too early. mr. yoo even seems relieved to see you when you’re on your way to your office on your first day back.

“it’s nice to see you again, miss ____ -” he stops himself, “i mean, mrs. jeon.”

you shake your head, laughing, “miss ___ is fine for me, everyone’s known me as that for so long.”

when you reach the end of the hallway where you have to part to go to your office, and him to his, you tap him on the arm once with a hand that lacks a wedding ring but he doesn’t seem to care as he dips into a bow and bids you a good day.

and so it goes, you start burying yourself in your pending works while also juggling surprise visits from two of your aunts, to which each does not fail to not-so-discreetly give your left hand a once over. but you’re faster, having kept your ring in the drawer and pulling it out and slipping it on under the desk before standing up to greet the elder women both times without fail.

on the day jeongguk and you were supposed to return, you’ve debated on booking a hotel just because you don’t want to face him - soyeon briefed him about your sudden departure back to korea and that there was no reason for him to come back with you. and so he stayed. travelled to london and then to glasgow with a black card and unlimited possibilities - just liked you promised him on the day you signed the contract.

things might have gotten off track but coming back to the familiar scent of ocean from your candlewicks and the bonzai that belonged to your deceased grandfather in the corner of the room, you’ve found your purpose again - the reason you would go so far as to sacrifice your heart for this position.

you’re never going to lose sight of it ever again.

but when the door beeps once after you punched in the code, the smell of something delicious waft in the air after you stepped into your apartment and jeongguk greeting you with a pink apron with printed with hearts all over it, you feel yourself freezing in your spot.

“oh, you’re back?” his back is on you as he redirects his attention to the sizzling goodness in the hot pan, “i’m making fried noodles, it’ll be done it 10 minutes - why don’t you go and change first?”

it takes a moment of you staring at the black tresses of his head and the broad shoulders with a pink string hanging over the back of his neck before you actually take a step towards the stairs. once you’ve showered and dressed in your pajamas - you prefer those than the lingerie jeongguk has only ever seen you in - it takes another moment for you to stare at the golden strings layered with button mushrooms, beef slices and prawns and a fried egg over them.

“okay,” you shake your head, as if to shake away the trance that seems to come over you - jeongguk’s already looking at you with a curve on his lips, “what is this?”

“friend noodles,” he says simply.

“no,” another round of head-shaking passes, “i mean, what are you doing? i literally insulted you and called you a bum and a gold digger.”

he takes a minute to mull over the matter, bottom lip jutting out as if to say, “yeah, i kinda am.”

“you must also not realize that i only talk to you when we’re in public or when we’re having sex,” you point out, fork gripped tightly in your hand to which he gives a glance at before reaching to pull it out of your grasp and setting it on the napkin next to your plate.

“love making,” he reiterates but before you can even get a word out, he holds up a hand and tilts his head in a ‘wait’ kind of manner, “and a relationship is 50-50, you work and i cook and clean.”

your eyes narrow at him for the longest moment before you pick up the fork again, this time dipping it into the strands of gold and twirling it before directing it to yout mouth. an appreciative moan leaves you as the spice and sweetness spread over you like a whole new experience.

“good right?” jeongguk mimics your action, digging in and smiling proudly with the first bite.

it’s only when you’re done and loaded the dirty dishes into the washer, as you watch him take off the apron with his back on you whilst you lean against the edge of the counter, do you finally ask, “who’s chaeyoung?”

the way he freezes up with hands middair, in the middle of hanging the strap over the hook - isn’t the least bit surprising.

“wh-who?” the hesitant way he looks at you and then to his feet and then to the sink with a hand rubbing the back of his neck - is familiar. welcomed even but you don’t show.

“you tell me,” you shrug, “must’ve been someone important - someone who you’re used to having wake you up.” you let the silence hang in the air for several heartbeats, watching as his adam’s apple bob whilst his wide-eyed gaze shifts from the sink to the block of knives to the stool before they rest on you.

“maybe a girlfriend you left behind in exchange for money - the money i offered you,” and with that, you watch as his gaze shakes and his pink move but no words come out.

it’s only a long moment later, that he finally manages to find them, “i... i haven’t seen chaeyoung ever since we got married.”

“well, congratulations!” you bring your hands together in a crisp applause, lips curving into one of your schooled smiles, “soyeon contacted her and guess what she said? she said you told her you were going to the city to find a job and didn’t want her to wait on you which was why you broke up but poor little chaeyoung is still waiting for you on the country side - you can go see her and your parents.”

and with that, you turn your back on him for the first time since you left him to an empty suite and a cold bed.

“why are you so...” but just as thought you could walk out of this like a winner, jeon jeongguk somehow manages to pull you several steps back with just words and eyes that bears more emotions than you can handle, “mean?”

“you’re always smiling and laughing with your secretary like you’re best friends, you always look sad when you talk about your grandfather and you always kiss your parents on the cheek every time you meet them... why-” he stops short when he meets your gaze - you’re not sure what he sees that makes him look like he’s been punched in the face with a wild ball.

“i’ve always been mean,” you feel your eyebrows rising before you blink once, “you just had your head in the clouds, dreaming about how you can make a girl with a rotten attitude change and maybe fall in love with you along the way - well guess what? i’m not her,” and just like that night in athens, something in the way he stands, stiff like a rock and eyes darkened with a sort of desire, your eyes travel down to his pants where a painfully obvious erection protrudes against the fabric of his pants, “...and you like it.”

“no, i - this - it’s...” he fumbles on his words as he clasps his hands over his crotch, but the way his eyes seem to find solace at the sight of your cleavage screams desperation and agony.

“___... you don’t have- fuck,” the first moan falls out of his mouth when yours wrap around him.

“only because i can’t have a proper conversation when all you’re concerned about is how to take my blouse off from all the way across the room,” you say after a delicious ‘pop!’ when your cheeks hollow out just before you pull away.

it takes only a few more pumps before he’s begging you to “wait- please - i want you.”

it’s the ‘please’ that gets you.

“fine but don’t come inside,” you relent, hands fiddling with the zipper of your skirt before jeongguk’s polite ‘let me’ as he bends you over the counter, chilly air kissing your skin as a tear echo against the wall and you wonder if you’re free in the weekend to go shopping for-

“oh my god,” the moan slips out of your mouth in a pleasured surprise - you didn’t expect him to get your pantyhose, panties and skirt out of the way that fast.

thought with the barely noticeable discomfort of your panties digging into your hips, you figure he opted for keeping them pushed to the side instead of getting rid of them completely.

they do come off anyway, left in the trail of clothes strewn along the way to the stairs where jeongguk decides to have you bend over because “it’s a perfect place for a doggy,” and you concur as you moan and whine while he fucks you like he owns you. hand keeping your hair in a lock whilst he holds your upper body up whenever you’re about to lose yourself and bury your face in the steps.

but you do manage to get to the bedroom, just not the bed. you made a mess on the carpet - it’s going to stain an ugly shade of sex and lust but soyeon will probably not even bat an eye once you ask her to schedule an appointment with an interior designer. might as well give your room a make over.

so it goes, jeongguk likes to call your eye rolls and offers to lend him a driver to drive him to his hometown to meet the love of his life - cute. alternatively, jealousy. which you simply roll your eyes at, again.

at times, he comes over to your office - mainly to take you out for lunch but ends up fucking you over your mahogany table. and later in the car on the side of the road where an officer came knocking on the fully tinted window - you had at least 60 seconds to button up your shirts and pull down your skirt while jeongguk zips up his pants with a whine before you roll your window down.

how the rest goes, you rather not say.

but you’ve sworn against car sex - at least in daylight and in an open space.

so when you end up walking past a mirror in your room, just as you’ve donned an off white blouse and a grey pencil skirt, you find yourself freezing in shock. hands coming to cup your stomach, you squint at the woman who’s squiting back at your belly.

“honey, breakfast is ready,” jeongguk pokes his head into the room, the infamous pink apron tied around his front and a pair of light orang oven mitts on his hands.

“do you think I gained weight?” you quiz, knowing full well that he’ll spout a heartwarming but blatant lie about-

“no, i think you’re a healthy weight,” a man that looks like him comes to hug the woman in the mirror, kissing her head before glancing at his reflection once and turning back to it, squinting his eyes at the part where your hands are.

“uh,” he hesitantly starts, “how much chipotle did you have last night?”

“not enough that’s for sure,” you turn to him with an incredulous look, “i went to bed hungry,” a light smack lands on his chest - to which he doesn’t even bat an eye, “cause you keep stealing my food!”

“maybe we should book an appointment,” he suggests, voice smooth but the glint in his eyes and the suppressed smile on his face gives away his exitement.

“no, i can’t be pregnant,” you shake your head, walking over to the vanity to pick up your purse and keys, “it’s not the right time.”

“but what if you are?” you hear the hurt in jeongguk’s voice but your interest overrides your emotiones.

“i just can’t be,” and with that, you place a kiss on his lips, “i’m sorry, baby.”

and with that, you left for the kitchen when jeongguk still tried to reason with you. he tried again for the next few days until you set your food down and told him a baby is never going to be in the picture.

but two months down, you barely fit your clothes and jeongguk has been kissing you good morning before bending down and pressing his ear to your belly, “and good morning to you, my little blueberry.”

and he’s been kissing you good night before pecking your stomach and wishing the life form growing inside you a ‘come out fast so mommy and daddy can meet you, okay?’

“good news and bad news,” soyeon said exactly one month ago after you’d fainted in a middle of a meeting and woke up in a hospital room, “you can’t be pregnant but you are and you’re gonna need an heir soon anyway so...”

“it’s bigger than a blueberry now,” you point out - jeongguk’s been calling your child a blueberry ever since he rushed to the hospital after getting a call that his wife fainted and once he was there, got flashed with a sonogram the size of- “the doctor said it’s as big as a blueberry, not chipotle,” you’d been indifferent, mainly because a child wasn’t in your plan and you’d been taking birth control since way before you got married.

but jeongguk had been overjoyed. taking care of you everywhere you go, he didn’t even let you drive and instead searched up for drivers with a long list of the lowest rates of accidents in their records. he gets into the shower with you because he “can’t wait to have a family shower together” and packages of baby clothes have been pouring in with matching shirts and ‘mom’, ‘dad’ and ‘baby’ printed on each one and he shows them to you after you got back from work.

his love for your child had made you fall in love with being a mother. with having a family of your own - the two notions you never thought you could wrap your head around as you made your vows to each other two years ago.

and it’s somewhere down the line, as you watch jeongguk rock your baby in his arm as she sleeps soundly amidst the beeping of the heart monitor, jeongguk’s voice like a lullaby as he murmurs ‘you’re so beautiful, you have mommy nose, and my lips, thank you for being born,’ and when he twirls around, probably feeling the heat of someone’s stare from all the way on the bed, he looks at you with that lost, wide-eyed wonder before his lips curl into a smile, eyes disappearing into crescents.

-it’s then, do you realize that jeongguk has become the person you smile and laugh with, the person you greet with a kiss and the person your heart beats for.

he’s your husband, lover, soulmate.

note. i have another preview with the same title and characters but from a historical era which i haven’t managed to finish but if you see a marquis!jk and x heir!reader then yk hehe. also if you like arranged marriage au’s do check my masterlist! i have a lot of them apparently (i just realized while writing this fic lol)

i’ve been super stressed and feel like i haven’t actually been doing anything i really like in the weekend so i sat down and decided to finish this draft idea once and for all!

first off, oc is a douche bag who cares about herself a lot but it’s written in her pov which i hope portrays a justification (which isn’t necessarily okay) to the things she do. but in other people’s story, she’s that woman who stole a person’s man, or she’s that hard ass boss that nobody really likes but pays good, or that graunddaughter that seems to think about her grandfather’s money only. but no one is easily good or bad, it��s more than that just like oc. and i hope to send at least that message through this story. not one can be just ‘good’ or ‘bad’.

in my opinion, there’s no development in her character bc of the word count and the fact that i didn’t plan for it to be long enough to include a development. i just wanted to write about an asshole who has feelings and can be nice to certain people. she’s probably still an asshole but her feelings for jeongguk changed and so is her treatment towards him (as per foreshadowed) and he became one of the people she loves - and i say probably because we’ll probably never know for sure and it’s also not up to my interpretation alone. you, the readers, may think she has or may think she hasn’t - either way, this is just a story about someone who you might know, maybe someone who you’d dupe as selfish. either way, i hope yall enjoyed it!

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Women in the Indian Epics

This post is in response to @hindumythologyevent (i won’t be able to write tomorrow)

Ramayana and Mahabharata, while being epics centred around Hinduism, are actually integral parts of Indian culture as a whole. Everyone in India has grown up knowing about these epics, but never about the women. I would like to take this moment to make people realize THESE. EPICS. WOULD. BE . NON. EXISTANT. WITHOUT WOMEN. HECK ALL OF US WOULD BE.

1. RAMAYANA: While there’ s no shift in the status of women chronologically, there definitely is a marked changed in the social status of women in the epic geographically.

North -

Kaushalya : Princess of Southern Kosala (modern day Bundelkhand in India), she had proposed her marriage to Dasharath, Ram’s father, to stop the war between their kingdoms. In the epics, she is shown as “virtuous” and “sacrificing”, and is Ram’s birth mother.

Kaikeyi : Princess of Kekaya (modern day Pakistan-Afghanistan border region), she had married Dasharatha of her own accord, on her own terms. She was a powerful woman, and a powerful warrior - she had saved Dasharath’s life in a war, and consequently Dasharatha had granted her two boons. She used these boons later to banish Ram to the forest for 14 years and make her son Bharata the heir. A figure of scorn in the epic, Kaikeyi was actually an independent woman, who knew her cards.

Sumitra : She just kind of exists we don’t know much about her, except that she’s the mother of the twins Lakshmana and Shatrughna.

Sunaina : Queen of Videha (modern day Nepal), she was actually the one who ran the kingdom while her husband, Janak, looked after the “spiritual” nd “philosophical” aspects. Most people don’t even know about her.

Sita : The female protagonist, she is the Princess of Videha, and thus also called Vaidehi. In fact, there is a language in her honour called Maithili after her. She is actually quite passive in the epics, shown as yet again “virtuous” and blah blah blah. A few versions also say that she was actually Ravan’s daughter, or the reincarnation of a woman who Ravan had molested and so the woman vowed that she would be the cause of his death (mmm not so much I mean the dude was asking for it). FINALLY she does something after Ram banishes her cause people accuse her of Stockholm Syndrome WHILE SHE’S PREGNANT, and then tries to take her back once he gets to know that he’s a dad - twist, Sita has to prove she’s innocent by WALKING THROUGH FIRE AGAIN (she did it once after she escaped). So instead of doing this shitty thing again, she invoked the Earth Goddess (another legend says Sita is her daughter) and went away with her.

Manthara : Kaikeyi’s nanny, she came along with her after she married Dasharatha to take care of her children. Shown as a disfigured old hunchback, she is the one who had “instigated” Kaikeyi to banish Ram and make Bharata emperor. She’s one of the most hated characters in the Ramayana.

South - (FINALLY women don’t call their husbands ‘lord’ or ‘my king’)

Tara : The Monkey Empress, Tara was a powerful individual. After her husband Bali was killed by Rama, she ran the kingdom while her brother-in-law Sugreev whored away. Really wise, and commanded respect.

Mandodari : Daughter of the architect of Asuras Mayasur, Mandodari was another powerful woman. She was Ravan’s first wife, and is often seen speaking her opinions in the epics, reprimanding Ravan and genuinely being a boss-ass bitch, which as the epics state “was unusual”. Legend also states that Shiva had made her out of a frog (manduk in sanskrit), so that Ravan could stop pestering them.

Shurpanakha : Quite literally meaning “as sharp as nails), Shurpanakha was Ravan’s sister. Also known as Meenakshi, some hold her responsible for the annihilation of Ravan as her revenge for Ravan killing her husband. She had actually tried to seduce Ram and Lakshman while they were in the forest, but instead they pranked her, and not in the nice way (people, YOU DO NOT PRANK A DEMON PRINCESS). So when she saw Sita laughing, she thought it wa sher idea and attempted to kill her. Immediately, the “chivalrous” Lakshman ran to defend Sita and cut off “the evil temptress’” nose. So anywho Shurpanakha tells Ravan to avenge her, and later she goes to Ayodhya and spreads rumours about Sita’s affair with Ravan for revenge.

Kaikesi : Ravan’s mother, Kaikesi was the original heir to Lanka before it was given to Kuber, the dwarf lord of wealth. She later married the monk Vishravas, and had almighty children (some say this is the only reason she married him). She was the one who created Mega Ravan after the war to avenge herslef.

Sulochana : The Naga Princess, Sulochana was the daughter of the snake king Vasuki. Not much is known about her, except that she committed suicide after her husband Meghnad (Ravan’s son) was killed.

other characters : Trijata - she was Sita’s bodyguard in Lanka, and also Ravan’s niece. She was the one who consoled Sita and protected her from the other demons.

Lankini : The guardian of Lanka, she had been defeated by Hanuman.

Urmila : Sita’s younger sister, who was married to Lakshman. Later, she fell into a coma for 14 years, till the time all three of our protagonists returned.

Surasa : The Sea Dragon, she tested Hanuman’s strength on his way to Lanka by attempting to eat him.

Simhika : The Shadow monster, who ate creatures by grabbing their shadows. She was killed by Hanuman.

2. MAHABHARATA : Ok this epic is more recognized, and also the women here are SO much more badass. The Mahabharata represents a chronological change in women’s status in Indian society.

Urvashi : Queen of the nymphs (apsaras), Urvashi had married the mortal king Pururavas on the condition that nobody will hurt her pet lamb, and that nobody except Pururavas will see her naked. So the gods killed her lamb and “opened the doors with mighty winds” and “lit the skies with lightning” when Pururavas and Urvashi were having sex, so everyone could see Urvashi naked. She then left Pururavas, who grew mad. Later, she tried to seduce Arjun (Pururavas’ descendant) and when he refused, she cursed him to become a eunuch.

Ganga : The River Goddess, she married Shantanu only on the condition that he would never question her or her actions. Then, Ganga proceeded to drown all of her and Shantanu’s children. When Shantanu finally stopped her from drowning the eighth one, it was revealed that they were actually gods cursed as humans and Ganga was only doing this so that they could go back to being gods again. Anywho, since Shantanu had technically questioned her actions, she left him and took the child. This child was Bhishma.

Satyavati : She was born when a fish ingested a king’s sperm (LONG story), and the fish gave birth to her. She was known for her beauty that rivalled the gods, and also her fish stank. she had sex with the sage Parashara and gave birth on an island to Vyasa (the Mahabharata’s author). In return, Parashara granted her the boon of irresistible scent. Later, she married Shantanu on one condition - that only her lineage would rule the throne, which forced Bhishma to take his vow of celibacy. A woman of naked ambition, she made sure that it was her blood only that ruled the throne of Hastinapur.

Amba : The princess of Kashi (modern day Varanasi in Uttar Pradesh), she and her two sisters were abducted from their marriage by Bhishma on Satyavati’s order to be married to her son Vichitravirya. Amba escaped Bhishma, but her husband refused to accept as she “was now another man’s property” (BITCH). When she asked Bhishma to marry her, he refused because of his stupid vow. So she sought revenge on him and went to the warrior sage Parashuram. Parashuram was enraged at Amba’s condition, and invited Bhishma to a duel till death. However, he realized that their duel could actually end the world and stopped it. Angry, Amba burnt herself alive and promised to be reborn as Bhishma’s death. She was reborn as the transwoman Shikhandi, Draupadi’s sibling, and ultimately killed Bhishma. (more popular versions state that she actually stood in front of Arjuna, and since Bhishma couldn’t “raise a hand on a transwoman”, Arjuna could safely kill Bhishma from behind her.

Gandhari : Princess of Gandhara (modern day Afghanistan), Gandhari’s kingdom was destroyed by Bhishma and she was married to Dhritarashtra, the blind prince. To aid her husband, she also blinded herself for life by wearing a blindfold at all times. Mother of the hundred Kauravas, she had uttered that fateful curse which caused the destruction of Krishna and his empire.

Kunti : Princess of Mathura, she was adopted by king Kuntihoja. A resourceful and sharp woman, she had received a boon to have kids by any god she wanted. Out of curiosity, she tested the boon and got the son of the Sun god, Karna. Not ready to be a teen mom, she threw the baby in a river (the baby lived). Later she married Pandu, Dhritarashtra’s younger brother, and gave birth to Yudhishthir, Bhima and Arjuna from Yama (god of death and law), Vayu (god of wind) and Indra (indian zeus) respectively. She spent her entire life protecting Pandu’s five children after his death, even burning six people alive during the Varnavat incident.

Madri : Princess of Madradesh (present day Tamil Nadu, India), she was Pandu’s second wife and gave birth to the twins Nakul and Sahadeva from the Ashvini Twins (gods of healing and knowledge, she had used Kunti’s boon). She committed suicide after Pandu’s death.

Draupadi : Princess of Panchal (modern day Uttar Pradesh, India although some people say it could also be Punjab), she was born from fire. She and her brother were created to avenge their foster father Drupad. Married to all five Pandavas, she later became Empress of Indraprastha, and encouraged her husbands to fight for their rights. Molested and disrobed after the Gambling Hall incident, she vowed to destroy the Kuru dynasty - and that she would not wash her hair until they were washed with Dushasana’s blood, the man who had disrobed her. Krishna treated her like his own sister, and today she serves as an inspiration to all women.

There are a LOT more women in the Ramayana and Mahabharata, but i would have to write another separate 500 pager for that, and honestly i have run out of brain juice right now. so i leave you with this - STAY BADASS LADIES.

#india #hinduism #hindu #hindu mythology #hindu mythology event 2020 #hindu mythology event #feminism #women #badass women #mythology #world mythology #ramayana #mahabharata #ramayan #mahabharat

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thephantomofthe-internet · 4 years

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Read Into Me Chapter Two: The Importance of Being Earnest

Steve Harrington x Reader

Catch up on the series HERE

Word Count: 2,030

Warnings: Swearing, death illusion

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Steve was so very fucked. He’d been sat at his desk since he got home from school and could not think of a single fucking thing to write. He’d had his notebook open, his typewriter loaded with paper, pen uncapped and waiting to be used, and the most work he’d done was chew on its blue cap. He just couldn’t think.

Writing was not his thing. Reading was not his thing. School was not his thing. He had lines of trophies on his nearly empty shelf-swim meet, track and field, basketball, and baseball for one summer in fifth grade. He could understand how to play a sport. That was competitive, improvisational, and had a core outcome-you won, lost, or tied. The same three outcomes with a million ways to do it, a million variables to get in the way. Math and science were the same, he could swing Cs and Bs in those classes, but English was the opposite. There were too many opinions. Too many options. When he managed to read one of the assigned books for class and not merely the Cliff’s Notes, he found he had nothing to say about it. Everything the author said felt true, even when his teachers were telling him to look for specific things in the narrative. Sure, if someone told him that the conch shell in Lord of the Flies meant something, but if you asked him what he wouldn’t know. And he would believe you if you said that the conch shell didn’t mean anything. His essays were all crap.

He thought about calling Nancy. Nancy would know exactly how to help him, she always did. But Nancy was with Jonathan now and he wasn’t confident that they were still friends at all. If they were ever friends. He didn’t think that they were. They weren’t really friends before they dated. Still, his hand hovered over the egg shell white rotary phone on his desk, a gift from his eleventh birthday. He lifted the phone off its hook, dialling the number off by heart. It took three rings for someone to pick up.

“Eleven?” Mike Wheeler’s frantic voice came through the other end. Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes, the boy was far too attached to that girl, it was honestly concerning.

“Nah dude it’s Steve, your sister around?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.

“She’s out with Jonathan.” Mike’s voice dropped into one of boredom. “You know, her boyfriend?” he was such a little shit sometimes.

“Yeah, I know dipshit, you wanna tell her I called when she gets back?” Steve huffed back.

“If I remember.” With that, the call went dead. Steve groaned, rolling his eyes as he slammed the receiver back onto the hook. What a fucking waste of time. He’d never hear back now, that kid didn’t like him from the start and would do whatever he could to keep them from being friends.

What was to be done now? He didn’t have anything to say about his spring break! Mr. Lawrence was a bastard for even asking him to write about it. Nothing happened! His parents went to Miami Beach to rekindle their marriage for the hundredth time and left Steve at home alone. He tried to throw a party but almost got busted by the cops with a fake ID at the Pick n’ Save and Tommy’s brother wouldn’t give them any weed to supplement what would’ve been a pretty dry party. He cancelled the party after that and sat at home alone. Nothing much to tell about and definitely wouldn’t fill a page, even if he used the longest words he knew.

Steve stood from his desk, looking through his shelf till he found the heavy yellow pages he’d put on the bottom of his shelf to weigh the sucker down so it wouldn’t fall over as fast. He flipped it open, searching through the numbers till he found what he was looking for, lifting the receiver off its hook again.

Across the street, you were sprawled out on your rose printed bedspread, your head in your hands with Samantha sat on your desk chair, laughing at your pain. “You know it’s not that bad, right? You could’ve gotten stuck with someone way worse.” She said, mindlessly digging through the black jewellery box sat dusty in the corner of your desk. Your mother had sent it from Spain and had filled it with different things she found across Europe. You didn’t care much for the stuff yourself but you kept it on your desk to show that you used it, not that she was ever home to seemed to notice.

Your bedroom was clean and stark white. It used to be pink, to match the rest of your white iron rod and pink padded furniture. You didn’t like the pink that much, and you didn’t adore the white, but you could hide it behind the art you tacked to the wall. Every portrait, still life, and landscape painting you’d been proud of hung proudly in your home gallery. You’d done recreations of your favourite album covers, and splatter art with balloons, and a few charcoal drawings of your grandparents and your father. You’d painted clouds and stars on your ceiling when you were in middle school, and while they had a lot of room for improvement, you left them above your head as a comfort to you. Your father had helped you scrape the popcorn ceiling down flat and helped paint the ceiling sky blue. It was your last project together.

“Oh yeah totally…” you said through your hands, refusing to look at her, focusing instead on the yellow sun spots floating under your eyelids.

“I mean, you could’ve gotten stuck with Tracy Lords again, she’s in that class.” Samantha replied easily, pulling out a green sea glass bangle from the top drawer, running her fingers over the red velvet interior of the box. Tracy Lords was a menace to productivity, at least she was according to Samantha. They had issues, which meant that you did too by association, but she’d done nothing to you except glare and pop her gum at you.

“At least she does her work!” you sat up, letting your feet dangle over your bed. “I don’t think he’s ever done his work on time, he’s always late with stuff!”

“That’s not your problem; as long as you do your work then Lawrence won’t care.” She flashed the bangle in front of your face “You should wear this more it’s nice.”

You shrugged “You can have it if you want.” You didn’t really care about what your mother sent you, it didn’t change the fact that she didn’t care enough about you to be home for more than a month out of the year. Besides, where on earth were you supposed to wear any of it? Your mother loved to spend your father’s riches on random, useless crap and you hated the idea of showing off the money your father died for. It wasn’t anything to brag about.

“Nah, not my style, it won’t match any of my stuff.” She put the bracelet back, closing the box with a metallic thump. “But anyway, you’ll be fine. Steve’s completely harmless.” You weren’t exactly sure if you believed her.

The phone on your desk blared loudly. You begrudgingly jumped off the bed, pulling it off the hook. Your grandmother was still at the hair salon and if you didn’t answer, one of her little friends from the old folk’s home might think that she died again.

“Hello?” you asked, motioning for Samantha to move over a bit, closing your white curtains closed again, your eyes scanning the streets with a bored expression.

“Hey is this Y/N?” Steve asked cautiously. He couldn’t quite remember your voice but he had double checked your last name in the year book and the phone book.

“Yeah, who is this?” dread filled your stomach the second he spoke, you were hoping against hope that it wasn’t Steve. You could see him pacing his window from across the street.

“Hey it’s Steve from English?” Fucking hell. You wanted to slam the damn receiver onto its hook. But if you did that, Samantha would think that you were crazy and you didn’t want to seem like such a baby.

“Oh hey what’s up?” you asked cautiously. Samantha was pulling at your sleeve, mouthing ‘Who is it?’ at you. You pulled your arm away, pushing her chair away from you with your foot.

“Oh nothing much, I was just wondering how your paper’s going?” Steve didn’t really know why he called you, he wasn’t certain that you’d even help him if he asked. He hardly knew you, he couldn’t name two things about you. But you seemed smart, you could be of some help if he had the balls to ask for it.

“Oh um…it’s fine. How’s yours going?” your hand came to the back of your neck, rubbing it awkwardly. You wanted to run away, to utterly disappear into another dimension. You didn’t like strangers, especially the whole small talk part. You didn’t feel like you had anything interesting to say about yourself and you hated silence. Your mind just didn’t come up with questions to ask.

Steve’s face burned. He couldn’t admit that he was stupid now; he was hoping that he wasn’t the only idiot in the class. “Oh um it’s good! I’m almost done.” He said, mentally cursing himself for saying that he was anywhere near finished.

“Oh cool. Do-do you want to switch them off tomorrow?” Now you had no idea what this phone call was even about. In the back of your mind, you assumed that he just had a question about the essay, but now you had nothing to grab onto.

“Yeah sure, that works for me.” He said, looking to his empty paper. He was so totally screwed now. He couldn’t admit that he was an idiot to you, not when you already had everything so clearly understood. You spoke so confidently, it made him feel small and pointless.

“Okay…I’ll see you in class then.” You said. Steve bid an awkward goodbye and you both hung up unsure what the hell had just happened.

Samantha was on her feet, jumping on your mattress “Did Steve Harrington just call you?!?” she cried, following it was it a giddy scream. You hushed her, rolling your eyes.

“It’s nothing to freak out about, you weirdo!” you countered, turning to face her fully with a sullen expression. Your heart was still pounding hard in your chest, adrenalin pumping through your veins.

Samantha landed on her knees, looking up at you incredulously “What? He’s cool! That’s cool! Boys never call you!”

“Way to rub that one in.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Talking to people wasn’t your strong suit, and while for the most part you were okay with not having many friends, you lack of experience with relationships made you very insecure. “You crushed one of your spikes on my ceiling.”

Samantha reached up and touched each individual black spike with the tips of her finger, finding the dented one at the top of her head. “It’s true! God, I’ve got more guys calling me and I’m a lesbian.” She lowered her voice at the mention of her sexuality. You both knew that your grandparents wouldn’t be kind to her if they knew, their homophobia a mark of their small mindedness.

“Yeah, well, the guys at this school are all idiots.” You looked back to your paper, pulling your red pen out from behind your ear and crossing out a word on your essay.

“You didn’t think Jonathan Byers was an idiot.” Samantha replied. You cheeks flashed cherry red. It wasn’t fair of her to even mention him. He was a dickhead and Samantha knew it.

“Yeah, well now I know that he’s just as big of an idiot as everyone else is.” You muttered, pulling your desk chair over and taking a seat once again. You didn’t have the time for stupid boys, anyways. You had work to do.

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marshunter06 · 3 years

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Promise Me You’ll Say Yes

Summary: Promises are made to be broken, or maybe that’s not how the saying goes... What about till death do us part instead? A follow up to Promise Me We’ll Still Be Friends. Shout out to @ahdicrs for reminding me this sequel exists and of course for encouraging it, mad love to you (:

Courtney used to believe in marriage until her parents’ fell apart and she was left heartbroken after being embarrassed on live television. It took a long time of finding herself and love to make her believe in marriage again. Connor allowed her to see that being married wasn’t such a bad thing, so when he proposed she said yes, but then they broke up. It was for the best, she knows that there’s only one person in this world for her and he was standing in her kitchen making her a cup of tea while she’s sorting through her mail.

Duncan places a kiss on the top of her head as he sets her drink down on the coaster next to her. She smiles at him, seeing that he finally remembered her words about staining their dining table. The smile fades quickly as she flips to the next piece of mail, she sighs as she opens the envelope already knowing what it was.

You cordially are invited to the wedding of Connor and Lisa on June 8th

She stops reading after confirming her suspicions. Duncan’s eyes widen in surprise as he sees the invitation in her hands. Her reaction worries him, he didn’t know she kept in touch with her ex financé.

“You still talk to Connor?”

“Only once more after I gave him back the ring. He was the expert witness for the prosecution on the last case I worked on. He caught up to me afterwards and we talked a little.”

“Why would he invite you to his wedding then? That’s really weird.”

“Because I broke my promise.”

“I promise to cherish you even more after we’re married.”

“I don’t think that’s possible Connor, you spoil me already.”

“I love you Courtney, and I stand by my statement.”

“Hm… that hardly seems fair.”

“Well then promise me you won’t break my heart.”

She laughs at that wondering what was going through her fiancé’s head. She already agreed to marry him, which he knows is a big deal to her given her past.

“Promises are broken all the time, I’ve seen too much of it in the courtroom.”

“Then there needs to be consequences.”

“What kind of consequences did you have in mind?”

“If you don’t think I’ll cherish you more after we’re married then I’ll do whatever you want no questions asked, but… if you break my heart then you’ll have to break Duncan’s too…”

“...what?”

“I’m kidding Courtney. I know you’re just friends. How about you have to go to my wedding if you don’t end up being the bride?”

“You’re so certain you’ll find someone after me. Wow, I knew your heart wasn’t in it.”

She says this with a smile teasing her soon to be husband, and he takes it as such. For Connor she would always be the one, even if he wasn’t the one for her.

“...so are you actually going to go?”

“I’m not sure honestly… but most likely yes.”

Duncan didn’t like the sound of this at all. The worst case scenario popped into his head as he imagines his Princess objecting to the wedding and running off with the groom to elope. What would he do if she really did leave him?

“Duncan…?”

He reacts without thinking. He grabs her hand pulling her body into his holding her tight. She stiffens as she tries to figure out what the heck her boyfriend was doing. His next words silenced any other thoughts she would have spoken.

“Marry me Court.”

She must be asleep, no way was this happening. Maybe she needs to get her ears checked. Was he seriously proposing to her while panicking about whatever ridiculous scenario he envisioned in his mind? She tries to push out of his reach, but he only holds on tighter afraid she would leave and never come back.

“Duncan! Let go of me!”

“Not until you promise me you’ll say yes.”

“No! My answer is no!”

She manages to get free as his grip on her loosens. He could feel his heart break as she crossed her arms with a frown on her face. She didn’t mean that… right?

“Princess…”

“I meant it. No, I’m not going to marry you.”

“It’s because of Connor isn’t it? I knew it! That bastard! I swear I’m going to…”

She stops his ramblings as she pulls him close to kiss him. It shuts him up immediately, he tries to deepen the kiss, but she moves away once more leaving him hanging.

“Princess…”

“I said no because you have no intentions of marrying me. You’re just saying it because you think for some goddamn reason I’m still hung up on Connor when I literally dumped him for you.”

“That’s not true! I would marry you!”

“We’ve never even talked about marriage before.”

“We did, back when we were first dating. You asked me where I saw us in the future. I always intended on making you my wife.”

He was right. They did talk about it when they first started dating back when they were sixteen, he was the first person to make her believe that it could actually work. Now though, she wasn’t so sure. She loves him, she does and she knows there’s no one else on this earth for her, but could he promise her the rest of her life?

“You don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that I don’t… I’m just not sure if I want to get married…”

“You were going to marry Connor.”

“Maybe not, honestly I think I would’ve broken it off before it actually happened. You know how things turned out with my parents. Can’t we just be happy the way we are?”

“Okay.”

“Okay? Really? You’re not mad?”

“I mean I’m a little disappointed, I won’t lie about that, but as long as we’re still together it doesn’t matter whether or not it’s on paper.”

He smiles reassuring her that he was alright with changing his plans for their future, all he wanted was her to stay by his side. She was surprised he gave up so quickly, a part of her was almost disappointed, but did she even want to get married? She loves him, she really does, and she knows they’re back for good this time. So why was she hesitant about the idea of making it official that they would spend the rest of their lives together?

Evidently she was still bothered that she couldn’t sort out her own feelings. She continued to let it occupy her mind while she was at work, even though she has a strict rule about not letting personal matters affect her on the job. She was so caught up in her own thoughts, she doesn’t see the door open leading to her almost getting hit if not for the hand that reached out to pull her back just in time. She was immediately jolted back to reality and as she turns back to thank the person who stopped her from humiliation, she sees a familiar pair of deep ocean blue eyes staring back at her.

“Connor? What are you doing here?”

“Apparently I did so well as your expert witness, I was contacted again by one of your colleagues to help in their case. It’s nice to see you again Court.”

His smile is genuine and freely given without any malice hidden behind his expression. He truly was happy to see her, and she finds herself smiling back thinking the same. Sure they didn’t work out, but that doesn’t stop them from being friends right?

“It’s nice to see you too.”

“I’m sure you’re busy, but if you’re free, I’d love for you to meet Lisa. You can bring Duncan too of course.”

It seems the men in her life were just full of surprises, she wasn’t sure how to respond to that. On one hand she wasn’t lying when she thought of Connor as a friend, but she also thinks it would be extremely awkward for all parties involved if they all were forced together as if they were just regular old friends catching up. He sees her hesitation and immediately backs off, he always did know where she drew the line and he respected her boundaries.

“Sorry, that was probably a weird request, we don’t have to do that. You’re still going to come to the wedding right?”

“I am, I already got the time off approved.”

“Perfect, I’ll see you there then!”

He waves goodbye at her before walking off towards the back of the building to speak to her coworker. She lets out the breath she’d been holding since his unannounced presence, it’s odd this feeling she has regarding her ex fiancé. Maybe Duncan had a point when he said being friends with an ex lover is a terrible idea. Still, Connor’s a good man, and she was the one who broke his heart.

Read the rest on ao3 since I’m biased towards that site (:

#duncney #PMYSY #plus this forces you guys to read my long ass author note #promise me you’ll send asks/feedback... jk... unless... 🥺👉👈#Mars needs to go to bed so she stops this nonsense

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 4 years

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Dawn (5)

Loki x fem!Reader

ONE/TWO/THREE SHOT

Warnings:hurt, danger, wild beasts

Summary: A truce to end all wars leads to an alliance between Earth and Asgard in the form of Loki marrying a mortal. None of them what this. None except fate.

Word Count: Whenever my brain is excited I dance. Today I danced- it was the worst but I had fun- because I had an off from work. And because I knew I was going to write :D Yayy!!! People should not see me dancing when I am alone. Especially when I am in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil. No wonder that stray cat has a weird look on her face whenever she comes by for some milk and I am in the kitchen.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"You do realise I am being kept alive for negotiations. So, it wouldn't kill to give me a cloak at the very least! I am freezing here!"

"Then why did you rip your skirt apart!"

"Are you kidding me?! Can you not see my legs?!!! They cannot handle the itchy fabric, you dumbfuck! Look at all the redness! Now get me a goddamn cloak!"

The stubborn stares go on till the guard decides to give up and get out of the tent for five minutes of silence. "Do not run because we will-"

"Do I look like I am in shape to run? DO I?!!"

The orc gurgles in irritation before stomping out and you get down to work.

It was not easy to tear into the fabric with the hidden knife strapped to your thigh. But once the first slit was made, the ripping was easy. Something you had learned while hanging out with Sybll was the sturdiness of the Vanaheim fabric that you were wearing. It has three layers. The first one being cotton harvested in the local fields that lets the legs breathe. The third and the innermost one is the silk woven by the silkworms cultivated by the royalty. But the second layer is the most interesting one. This used thin stretchable threads to wire a protective sheath around the cotton and thus the body. The thread work is done almost like body armour, loose enough to breathe in, tight enough to leave no room for error. But there is another thing about these threads that is the most crucial thing to getting you out of here. They have high tensile strength.

Your hands have already got to work to get those threads apart. Surprisingly it is easy to do so once you realise it is all one huge strand going about. It is hard to slash it into multiple pieces but your knife seemed to have done half the job for you. One end of the strands go to the end of every lamp and candle- even the oil lamps- in the tent, tied together by the other end to meet one thread that you tie around your fingers just when the orc enters the tent.

You are quick to straighten your back and look down on him. “Well?”

“Master says you can survive the night. If you don’t he’ll get you a coat.”

Son of a-

“Okay,” you shrug, getting up and picking the remnants of your dress in your hand before walking towards the opening of the tent, “come on then.”

“You are not going anywhere, missy,” the ugly creature growls, trying to stop you by placing his arm in between you and the path to the opening.

“Thanks to your master, now I have to pee because of the cold. And trust me this won’t be the first time I do it tonight.”

The orc has a shade of confusion and fear colouring his face that is followed by hues of hesitation. “Unless you want the tent to reek of piss,” you add, making it easier for the orc to huff and growl before walking in front of you.

Wrapping the remnant of you the poofy part of your dress around your shoulders, hiding the string in your hands that are thin and transparent enough to not be seen.

The cold air outside brings some relief along with a pit of anxiety in your stomach as you watch many more orcs sitting around the fire while many other armoured ones roam about other tents, growling, gambling, drinking and causing as much of a ruckus as they could.

A couple of wild eyes look at you from one corner or another, forcing you to tuck the ripped fabric closer to you. Some try to stand in your way and watch as you squeeze through whatever narrow passageway they leave for you, all the while letting you curl a few more strings by the poles that housed the burning torches.

A couple more tedious steps and a racing heartbeat, and you are by the edge of the forest, searching for a good vantage point.

"Don't go too far. I will catch you," the orc grunts at you.

You give him a stink eye before taking a few more steps uphill within the trees. "Keep an eye out for any perverts or animals," you order the creature, who in turn scoffs and spits on the ground.

"Great. I would rather be eaten by a wild boar than be kept prisoner," you mutter loud enough for the orc to hear and scratch his bald head, ponder upon it and then turn around in disgruntled annoyance.

The moment his gaze has averted, you drop the fabric from around you and pick up the mess of the threads. It is a miracle that none of the connections seems to have broken yet.

Okay, here goes nothing.

Wrapping the bunch around your palm, you gather enough air in your lungs and yank the strings running down towards the tents, trying your best not to grunt or scream in agony the threads put on your palm.

There is some movement. And then there is a faint sound of something snapping. What follows is a ball of fire going up in the air where you were being held against your will. And yelling. Lots of yelling.

Gradually the fire is being seen in more tents, orcs and white elves running around trying to make sense of the mayhem.

The orc that has accompanied you watches the fire, a layer of a certain fear building in his eyes. He starts to turn around but is stopped with a dagger to his throat.

One blow to the throat and then make sure you take the weapon out. Let them bleed to death. Just like Natasha taught you. You hesitate to take the dagger out but are promoted to do so- with a light scream- when the orc tries to claw into your arm, bringing his own death unto himself faster.

It is disgusting; the gargling, the trembling body that collapses on the ground, the failed attempt of him reaching out for you with eyes that are about to pop out while he drowns in his own blood. It is disgusting but you cannot seem to take your eyes off the helpless figure of that creature. With zero ideas about what your subconscious is thinking, a step is taken towards the writhing body till you can hear cries coming closer to the edge of the forest, forcing you to come out the trance and run into the deep for your life.

Sybll does not see it coming. The orcs or their attacks. She knows she isn't alone in the forest but she does not realise it will be the orcs that she will run into while searching for Y/N.

No words are exchanged. No greetings or warnings. Just the exposed dirty fangs of the emotionless creatures bared at her as she tries a protection spell. It does work, but only against the first attack. She knows the only option she now has is to run.

Oh, spirits of the forest, help me!

It does not take much time for them to catch up to her, surrounding her to play with her before they can feast on her in whatever sense they want to.

The first orc to step towards her- while the others howl and hoot with a sense of victory- disappears with a black whirlwind that comes and goes in the blink of an eye.

It confuses the orcs, making them look all around them before one of them tries to go for Sybll. This time too, the black whirlwind comes and takes this one. Now, the fear in those yellow eyes is real. The fear of the unknown striking from the darkness.

But it doesn't take a while for them to witness the golden eyes glimmering in the darkness at them, seemingly floating in the black as it watches them, their every step, every little ounce of fear trickling down their murky bodies.

The strikes happen without a warning. Before she can blink, the orcs are gone. All that is left of them is an arm dumped at her feet.

She never sees it coming. The predator or the prey.

It is getting harder to breathe. The running and the fear that is burning you inside out are not working too well with your tired limbs. It is hard to suppress the clamorous breathing when you hide yourself behind a tree. The cacophony of the party searching for you comes and goes from a distance, adding certain minutes to your life. It is a boon that the moonlight cannot reach down to the ground in here, making it easier for you to hide or walk about without being seen. What your frail little heart does not contemplate is that the enemy has thought of the same.

Once the silence seems to have returned around you, you get up and make your way towards the edge of the cliff where the moonlight seems to be filtering through the leaves and trees. Need to find a way back. Need to find a way back. Oh, Gods, I hope Sif and the others are okay. I’m sure they’re okay. This idiot just wanted me. Yeah, yeah, they are definitely okay. Didn’t see them back at that camp so-

A snap of a twig sounds somewhere behind you just when you reach in the clearing, realising the vulnerability as the moon makes your skin glimmer under its borrowed light.

“I love the attempt, my dear,” Torbarik’s voice comes from the edge of the forest before he steps into the light, “but you should have thought this through.”

Six elves just like him, three on either side come out behind him, their weapons thirsting for some blood in those itchy hands.

“I did, actually, think this through.” You did not. “Either I reach back to my family safely or you, Torbarik, will die by their hands when they come for blood for my death.”

Torbarik’s thick brows rise a little in mild surprise, his eyes moving between you and the thousand feet deep valley behind you. “Do you really want to kill yourself?” he mocks you, chuckling at your futile attempt to threaten him.

“I would rather die than live in your-”

“Is that how badly you want to get out of your marriage?”

That hits a nerve.

“Excuse me? This has nothing to do with my marriage.”

“Did he chuck you out of his room on your wedding night?” the elf guffaws and his men follow suit, rubbing you in all the wrong ways.

The fear that his elf had been inculcating inside you till now seems to be fading away as something else is starting to take place. Rage, probably.

“Stop it.”

“Is that what you said when he tried to have his way with you?” The laughter that follows itches every part of your brain.

You do not utter a word till they are done holding their stomachs. “What happened? Cat got your tongue?”

You do not blink and Torbarik, for the first time that night sees something feral shine from inside your eyes. “Say another word about Loki from your maggot-filled mouth and I will personally cut your tongue and feed it to you before slicing your throat and driving a blade right through your skull.”

They try to chuckle at the threat but the perilous aura surrounding you makes it difficult to do so.

Torbarik smiles and takes a step towards you, closing the distance enough for him to run a finger on your cheek. He does not show it but he can feel his insides tremble when you do not so much as change the pattern of your breathing on his touch.

“Turn a smidge more ferocious and I might start to do things to you that I have been thinking about for a while my dear,” he whispers to you.

It is hard to keep up the rock-like facade but you are lucky to be interrupted by a voice from the edge of the trees.

“Stop!”

All eyes turn to the voice, not being able to handle the shock to see you stand there.

“What in the nine circles of Hel?!” Torbarik is shifting his gaze between you next to him and you standing close to his guards. “Guards!” he yells at the elves to capture the one that just came out of the forest while you are stepping away from this one as your brain tries to take in your doppelganger.

The guards barely get close to her when they are thrown back into the clearing by huge black clouds growling and snarling at them.

Wolves!

With their teeth bared and their golden eyes sharp at their prey, they have their claws dug in the ground, waiting for something.

Oh. Oh, Gods. Oh my-

The doppelganger looks right at you and gives you a knowing smirk before softly declaring, “Árás,” and breaking all Hel loose.

The wolves jump at their prey. Agonising screams and cries fill the night and Torbarik watches with a newfound fear the end of his greatest men, his mouth agape, his skin whiter than it was before.

That is when he watches- from the corner of his eyes- your figure starting to run in the direction where your mirror image stands, giving in to his impulse and catching hold you buy your waist, before restraining you with a hand around your neck and the other arm around your torso.

“Let me through or she dies!” It is yelled more like a command than a request, of course.

The doppelganger takes a step in your direction. You can feel Torbarik’s erratic pulse in his hold around you when he pulls you a step back towards the edge of the cliff with him.

She steps, watching him before turning to you.

“I think,” she starts, looking down at your legs before catching your eyes again, “you do not realise how dangerous she is, Torbarik.”

And then it hits you.

Struggling with one hand, you use the other to fish underneath your dress, going for your thigh holster and feeling the cold hilt of your blade under your fingers.

The next bit happens in a flash. The distracted elf never sees the rage-filled stab coming for his thigh and ends up screaming. The pain loosens his grip on you, allowing you to stab back right by his lower rib cage and stepping away from him.

Even in the agony, his curses at you do not stop but for the moment in which green and yellow glow emanate from your doppelganger and in her stead stands Loki.

Torbarik is on the ground now, bleeding as he looks up in shock at Loki.

“Loki, my Prince,” he utters, wincing through the pain while trying to crawl towards the God, “I think there *grunts* might have been a mis-*inhales*- misunderstanding.”

Loki watches the elf with a blank expression before turning his head to watch you. Within a few steps, he is standing in front of you, looking down at your face, taking in every little scare and every bruise that has started to form. You can feel his gaze on every wound and spots of dried blood on you, unsure what he was going to do.

Loki’s hands are in the air around you as a black fur coat appears in his grasp that is wrapped around your trembling frame, restoring some warmth within an instant.

He does not shift his stance, but he does turn to look at Torbarik hiding a knife while trying to make his way to Loki.

“You hurt my wife,” Loki declares into the wind that has started to blow, “there is nothing we can work around now.”

With that declaration, he whistles, and the wolves come back already hungry for some more violence.

“Loki, n-no,” Torbarik stammers at the sight of the fanged beasts slowly making their way towards him, “we can have a t-truce!”

“Taka hann í burtu,” Loki announces to the wolves, stopping Torbarik’s heart.

Torbarik begs for mercy as the wolves drag him into the forest by his legs, the sounds going away with them; for good.

Once the silence resumes, Loki turns back to look at you. The wind is bringing with the smell of moist soil from a place that seems to have witnessed fresh showers. He does not realise soon enough that you are still in a little shock, looking at him to make sure he really is standing there.

“Y/N,” he finally speaks, “are you all right?”

The pent up emotions have no place for a release but the eyes. And so they rise up with the moisture, waiting on the edge to fall at a moment’s notice.

“You came.” Your voice trembles and it scares you that it does, forcing you to take in as much air as you can.

“Why would I not?” he is surprised. “Did you have doubts?”

You stop breathing, going blank for a few seconds. “A little?”

All he does is smile, giving you soft eyes. “Come on, let’s get you back to the pal-”

“You’re wearing black. Is this a stealth suit of sorts? Is that a braid? In your hair?”

Your voice is soft and filled with curiosity. Loki realises you have never seen him in this attire before. Neither have you seen those braids in his hair.

“Yes. And yes,” he answers patiently, not realising how much he is liking this.

“I like it,” you reply, your eyes still stuck on his braid running from one side of his head down the length of his hair, “it looks really nice.”

Your voice says that but your face somehow feels it is in pain. And just as Loki is about to ask you, he feels his body jerk back a little when you step in to wrap your arms around his torso.

You do not know if he approves of this, but you do know that you need this right now. Just a few seconds till your body calms down and regains some sense. And the will to walk without any breakdowns that you are not made aware of beforehand.

It is a need for you but it is a confusing surprise for Loki. He does not remember the last time he was hugged. He is sure it must have been Frigga on the other end some ages ago though any memories of that love are nothing but a blur. He has never had a touch stop his breath like it does today. And this? Your gesture of embracing him as tightly as you can, leaning on him for some sort of comfort after being chased by danger sends his conscience into a slow whirlpool of its own. That whirlpool, instead of sucking something in, seems to bring out this unexplainable warmth in his chest that he has never felt before. How could he? He has not been hugged like this before. And so, the God of Mischief is left speechless, standing at the edge of the world with a human, making him do the one thing for which he cannot give himself a rational explanation.

He wraps his arms around you, hugging you back; feeling the glow in his chest grow denser and brighter by the second. His hand rests on your head, caressing it, feeling lighter just by that action. At that moment he knows.

He knows what is the one thing he is going to care for till the end of his life.

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gingyboo · 3 years

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Mirror Mirror

A/N: Again many thanks to @booglebug

Description- Soulmates existed. People knew that much. Soulmates were rare, a handful in each generation, an unexplainable phenomenon that formed a bond closer than blood and more sacred than marriage.

Bucky finds his soulmate when he needs her most. Little does he know how much she needs him too.

(Soulmate au that slots pretty much in to the MCU but with soulmates. Set after TFATWS.)

Pairing- Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings- Mentions of violence and guns, but its mostly fluff, drama and angst.

This is a multi chaptered fic.

Please like, comment, reblog!

prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3Chapter4Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

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Chapter 9

Shuri led Nancy back to her lab, Nancy looked around in awe at the screens and monitors. She saw one with Bucky’s face on it, lines of data forming around the edge.

“I’m monitoring Bucky, trying to see what caused last nights relapse, but it got me thinking.” She explained leading Nancy to a chair beside her desk. “Soulmates have been around as long as anyone can remember, but no real research has been done, they tend to be quite secretive.” She said inspecting Nancy’s neck with warm fingers. “If your willing I have some theories I’d like to test.”

“What were you thinking?” Nancy asked,

“There’s some form of bio-chemical link between you and Bucky, symbiosis of sorts, I’ve seen your medical records, I know what happened to you following the blip. From what I’ve found those soulmates who were separated, well most of them didn’t make it, and their soulmates never returned.”

“And you want to test how far this link goes?” Nancy said, realising the plan.

“Exactly that.” She grinned opening a small metal box beside her. Inside was a small, round metallic device, it looked similar to the beads around her wrist only flatter. “May I?” She indicated to the back of Nancy’s neck. Nancy swept her loose hair round to her front as Shuri pressed the disk to the nape of her neck. It felt cool and weightless. “There, that’ll measure your brain activity, your vitals and the like. I’ll compare the two of you, see if there’s any consistencies.”

“That’s so cool.” Nancy remarked seeing her own picture appear on the screen next to Bucky’s, her own data starting to appear.

“It you think that’s cool, you haven’t seen anything yet.” She stood up gesturing Nancy to follow. “I was thinking about why you should have survived when the other separated soulmates died. I thought what the difference could be. The serum that runs in Bucky’s veins, it’s never run in yours, but you’re bound to him and you were born decades after he was experimented on. If I’m right about this link then I think you might have some of his capabilities.” Nancy stared at her bewildered.

“I have never had any form super strength.” She protested.

“Maybe not, but recovering, like you did, that was impressive.” Shuri insisted. She led Nancy to the training room.

“What do you need me to do?” Nancy sprung lightly from foot to foot, she’d missed her gym back in London.

“Just a few basic exercises at first, we’ll go from there.”

Shuri started her running on a treadmill built into a panel on the floor. Her heart rate was monitored as well as the impact her feet were having on the ground. She then moved her to some loose weights, measuring the nerve activity in her muscles. She led her over to some targets on the wall, passing her some throwing knives. Her aim wasn’t poor but far from perfect, Shuri kept tapping away on her screen in the corner. By the end of the session Nancy’s bones ached and her head was dizzy with exhaustion. When they returned to the lab Shuri indicated to a bed in the corner.

“Do you think you could rest in here, I’d love to take readings from your sleep state.” Nancy simply nodded, the poor sleep the previous night twinned with the exertions in the training room allowed sleep to come easily.

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“Buck we need you on your A game today,” Sam said coming to sit beside Bucky as Torres flew the jet over Europe. “We’re doing this for her.”

“I know.” Bucky said scratching his head, “I just thought this was over.”

“I know you did. This was just a relapse. Shuri will figure out what’s going on up there,” he indicated to Bucky’s temple, “And we’ll fix it.” Bucky shook his head.

“It’s not that simple he could’ve killed her Sam. I could have killed her” He almost shouted.

“No you couldn’t, don’t you see?” Sam persisted, “She stopped you, she brought you back. No Russian words, no powers, no helicopter to the head. Just her. Now I only know one other person who could do that.”

“Steve.” Bucky sighed.

“Exactly.”

“But I hurt her, how could she ever forgive me. Who wants to be with someone capable of that?”

“She’s your soulmate, you’re not capable of hurting her and she’s not capable of hating you.” Although Sam’s words were encouraging, Bucky still felt the guilt pulsing through his veins. Every time he closed his eyes her face appeared behind his lids, contorted in pain, pleading with him. He tried to focus on mission at hand, finding the dark-haired man, getting to the bottom of his pursuit of Nancy. He just had to focus. He dove into his pocket pulling out the compact mirror Nancy had given him the night before. Before it had all gone so wrong. He opened it seeing only himself staring back. He imagined her there smiling back at him. He snapped it shut again pulling out his phone to send her a text.

‘I miss you.’ He started, staring at his phone not knowing what else to say. He sent the text closing his phone and heading into the cockpit to see the sky opening up in front of them.

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“Miss Cartwright,” Shuri gently shook her awake. “There’s something I’d like you to see.” Nancy stretched out on the bed.

“Please, it’s Nancy, Just Nancy.” She protested, dragging her aching limbs out of the bed.

“Alright Nancy, look at this.” She enlarged a stream of data on the screen. “This shows your brain activity whilst sleeping, your subconscious.”

“Okay.” Nancy said following the rise and fall of the red line.

“Okay, so this is Bucky’s subconscious.” She dragged his data across to overlap Nancy’s. “Do you see the spikes here?” Nancy nodded, “it echoes the spikes in yours.”

“No, that’s not possible.” Nancy starred at the overlapping lines in amazement.

“You see the Winter Solider, he is part of Bucky’s subconscious,” Shuri explained.

“So you mean…” realisation dawned in her eyes.

“I think it’s possible something in your subconscious woke him up. And in waking him he reverted to what he knows.” Shuri continued.

“Killing.” Nancy sobbed.

“But you also managed to stop him. The winter solider stood down for you.”

“He did.” Nancy sniffed, she’d stopped him, she’d brought Bucky back.

“He did, and I think I might be able to figure out what it was that woke him to begin with, but I’ll need to do some more tests with you first. Are you up for it?” Shuri asked, excitement ablaze in her eyes.

“Could it help him, stop it from happening again, he’ll be tearing himself apart over this.”

“I think it might.”

“Then yes, whatever it takes.” Nancy said with all the conviction she possessed. “But I wonder if you could do me a favour?”

“Of course,” the Princess agreed.

“I’d like to look into the circumstances of my brother’s death, would you help me?”

“Sure.” She said smiling sympathetically. Nancy always hated other people’s pity, but she had gotten used to it. She closed her eyes.

“We can’t tell anyone what we’re doing though, please, not my father, not even Bucky, not till I know what I could be looking at.” Nancy bit her lip nervously, she hoped she was right in trusting Shuri, she knew she couldn’t find what she needed alone.

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Christopher Cartwright had been at the top of his game, fresh out of Eton, good grades, a loving family, when he’d decided to enrol at Sandhurst. He felt with everything going on in the world he had a duty to his country to serve. So, serve he did, throwing himself into military training with enthusiasm. He’d never seen his mother look as proud as the day he passed out, an officer of the Royal Navy. That night he’d partied like it was the last night on earth. After that he was fully committed, swearing his life to the military, dumping his then boyfriend, throwing away any previous ideas of joining politics like his father, rejecting his sisters calls. He was a solider now, his duty had to come first. Two tours and 5 medals later he was recruited by a specialist training facility. It was on one of these training missions that tragedy struck, and he perished at sea along with his whole unit. All further information was classified, an empty casket had been buried, no body could be recovered.

Nancy had been 18 at the time. It had destroyed her parent’s marriage, caused her father to flee the country, her mother to move county and Nancy to be left alone. Nancy remembered the funeral well, the black coffin draped in the union flag, Kit’s military portrait standing at the front, the rose arrangements reading ‘Brother’ and ’Son’. People she hadn’t known had stood up sharing stories she’d never heard. They’d shaken her father’s hand and patted her on the shoulder. The whole day had seemed surreal, like it was for someone else’s brother.

The months following were filled with crippling grief. Then university provided a helpful distraction and Nancy managed to throw herself into her degree. In all that time she’d never really dealt with what his death meant for her, her heart never could accept that her big brother, who had always been there, was gone. He was the one who’d chase her around the garden with a water pistol and the hottest day of the year. He had snuck into her room during the thunderstorms to hold her hand because he knew how much they’d scared her. They’d grown together and played together. He’d pulled funny faces behind their mother’s back when she was being told off. She’d snuck into their father’s study to steal back Kit’s Gameboy when it was confiscated for pulling faces behind their mother’s back. She remembered terrorising Acedown Court’s garden with screams and cheers playing pirates with the neighbour’s children. Falling asleep in the back of the car on the way back from holiday after eating too many travel sweets. They had been a double act. Until he’d joined the Navy.

Then a few weeks ago the first glimpse of hope, a hope she didn’t dare speak out loud, not even to Bucky. The man in with dark hair, he could be lying, he most likely was, but there was a chance. Kit might just be alive. She’d be damned if she didn’t find him.

#bucky barnes #winter solider #sam wilson #captain america #mcu #mcu fic #soulmate

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jacnaylor · 4 years

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romance book recs!!

romance is my feel good genre, and it’s also usually somewhat easier to read during stressful times, so here’s a list of some books that are either romance or have a romance element i feel like mentioning.

(EDIT: I STAYED UP TILL 2 AM DOING THIS HELP. this is why some of the comments. don’t make any fucking sense.)

romance books and authors:

CONTEMPORARY:

1. The Bromance bookclub series by Lyssa Kay Adams (A group of men form a bookclub dedicated to romance books in order to understand women, improve their relationships and become better men. It’s funny, cute, and all about dismantling toxic masculinity one romance book at a time)

2. Mariana Zapata books (The queen of slowburn romance. The only book I’ve read by her is ‘Under Locke’, but ‘From Lukov with love’ and ‘Kulti’ have rave reviews. There is so much build up and SO much sexual tension with a great pay off)

3. Milly Johnson books (A uk author whose books are primarily set in the north, these are total feel good books. Not so much graphic and more romantic, but her characters are great and her plot lines really hook you in.)

4. The Unhoneymooners by Christina Lauren (Super cute, quick enemies-to-lovers story about a bridesmaid who has to go on a honeymoon with the best man when the bride and groom get food poisoning. Obviously this means the holy of holies: fake relationship!)

5. Well met by Jen De Luca (Oh my gosh! Super fun, the characters are just wonderful especially our heroine. A hate-to-love romance set at a renaissance fair! All about overcoming the limits you set on yourself and rethinking your first impressions.)

6. Katherine Center books (My personal favourites are ‘How to walk away’ about a woman who falls for her PT after a near fatal plane crash. And ‘Happiness for beginners’ about a woman taking part in a wilderness trail with her brothers annoying best friend. She writes such great plots and you really feel all the emotions!)

7. Mhairi Mcfarlane books (my personal favourites are ‘Here’s looking at you’ about a woman who comes face to face with her high school bully years later - only he doesn’t recognize her. And he’s not awful? Don’t worry. I know how that synopsis sounds. He’s not excused his actions, but you also understand how he’s grown and changed. It definitely gets you in the feels though. As does ‘You had me at hello’ Which is about a couple from university meeting again years later. God this woman can write angst and yearning!!)

8. A part of me by Anouska Knight (On the same day she and her husband have been accepted into the adoption process, their marriage implodes. This has such a cute romance which follows hate-to friends- to love and it’s v funny)

9. Southern Eclectic series by Molly harper (Just as it sounds. Southern small town romance with a great, quirky cast of characters)

10. Maggie’s man by Lisa Gardner (writing as Alicia Scott) (An escaped convict kidnaps a woman from the courthouse to act as his hostage whilst he tries to prove his innocence. Surprisingly funny and warm. Maggie as a heroine is an absolute joy. They’re sort of chaotic together and it’s a wild ride.)

11. The Mister by E.L James (LISTEN OK - SIT BACK DOWN - It’s not winning awards but it’s actually decent! I was skeptical, but I will admit I was won over. I mean parts are cheesy but it’s so addictive. Basically a rich man falls for his cleaning lady - but it’s also about the yearning. It’s also quite action packed as there’s danger, drama and a chase across europe to get the girl.)

12. RECENT Colleen Hoover (Now, you may enjoy older CH books. Personally I find them very problematic. Now I’ve really enjoyed her recent books though. Especially ‘Without Merit’ and ‘It ends with us’ and ‘Regretting you’. High angst, high drama, dark topics for all of her books. But you can tell she’s matured with her writing. She isn’t for everyone but they’re addictive, fast paced reads.

13. The Austenland duology by Shannon Hale (You might have seen the Austenland movie - The cutest, cheesiest, sweetest, campiest movie ever. Well there’s a book! It’s about women who go on a holiday and live their own Jane Austen story with actors. The first book leans towards Pride and Prejudice and Mansfield park. The second book is more Northanger abbey and Emma.

14. Brigid Kemmerer contemporaries (She is an auto-buy author for me, especially her contemporaries. She writes the best teenage characters, the best teenage boys I’ve ever read about. Her characters are real, she writes about kids trying their best, struggling, and being good, and kind, and the world not being kind to them. Usually the books have a pov from both the female and male love interest. I would rec any of them tbh. ‘Letters to the lost’ comes before it’s companion novel ‘More than we can tell’. I loved ‘Call it what you want’ with has modern Robin Hood elements!!!! seriously she is my favourite YA contemporary author.

15. Sophie Kinsella books (If you haven’t picked up her stand alone novels then what are you doing???? she is the queen!!!! Personal favourites are ‘Can you keep a secret’ and ‘I’ve got your number)

16. A quiet kind of thunder by Sara Barnard (I love her ok. Her books are short and sweet but she packs a punch. TBH these aren’t primarily romance, they’re more just about teenage girls but this one has a good romance element so I’m putting it on here. It’s about Steffi, a selective mute who sometimes communicates with basic sign language who is assigned to look after the new boy at school Rhys, who is deaf.)

17. Meet me at the museum by Anne Youngson (GORGEOUS! moving, tender. A lonely housewifes strikes up a correspondence with a widowed museum curator in Denmark. Oh gosh. I just love this one. It’s about friendship, love, grief, second chances, the choices we make. Seriously love this one and it’s not that long.)

FANTASY:

1. Sorcery of thorns by Margaret Rogerson (Elisabeth has grown up in the great library, protecting grimoires with powers and fearing sorcerers. When a dangerous grimoire is released, she’s forced to team up with an enigmatic sorcerer and his demonic servant in order to save the world.)

2. Sky in the deep duology by Adrienne Young (A viking inspired story about a warrior who is captured by the tribe she is at war with. Such good tension and it’s also got a lot of action. Battle couple romance! Mutual respect! Hate to love!)

3. The Rose Garden by Susanna Kearsley (I’ve reread this book once but will end up reading it again. It’s a time travel romance about a woman staying in cornwall dealing with the death of her sister who is transported back and forth to the 17th century. It’s a favourite. The romance is wonderful but the stakes are really high too. I also love ‘Belleweather’ by the same author)

4. An ember in the ashes series by Sabaa Tahir (Oh god, the romance. THE ROMANCE! it’s so much. The angst, the pining, the longing. The first book follows Laia, part of a slave class in a roman inspired world. She begins spying in the top military academy and meets Elias, a reluctant soldier. This is a proper fantasy series with only the first three books out, but it’s so great.)

5. Alias Hook by Lisa Jensen (Let me just copy the blurb ok: “Meet Captain James Benjamin Hook, a witty, educated Restoration-era privateer cursed to play villain to a pack of malicious little boys in a pointless war that never ends. But everything changes when Stella Parrish, a forbidden grown woman, dreams her way to the Neverland in defiance of Pan's rules.” I MEAN COME ON. a gorgeous adult fairytale with love and redemption at the center.

6. The Mediator series by Meg Cabot (Obviously Meg Cabot is the most iconic and we stan. But this series is my absolute favourite by her. About Suze Simon, a kickass, no nonsense mediator - Someone who helps ghosts move on to the other side. Sometimes by force. She has to move house and ends up sharing her room with a 100 year old hot ghost named Jesse. The tension. The angst. THE BANTER!!!!)

7. House of Earth and Blood by Sara J Maas (a half fae half mortal girl tries to solve a murder with the help of a fallen angel. It’s a LONG book, but for me personally it flew by. It’s a big new fantasy world but the romance has a great build. Overcoming grief! Being normal together! Being in danger together! THE UST! the characters are so good. I ahven’t been this impressed by a new series for a while)

8. Cursebreakers series by Brigid Kemmerer (yep, she gets another mention. This one is a beauty and the best retelling about a man forced to relive the same season over and over, becoming a literal beat, until a girl from our world can break the curse. The second book, following secondary characters, is my fave so far. But both feature kickass ladies and those small romantic moments BK is so good at)

9. A court of thorns and roses series by Sara J Maas (a fae inspired beauty and the beast retelling. The only time you support a ship switch. Also the secondary ships are getting their own books and oh my god. I’m so excited.)

HISTORICAL/CLASSICS/MILLS AND BOON

1. Jane Austen (The original rom com queen, obviously. Pride and prejudice and Emma are faves. Also I have a major soft spot for the alwayc chaotic and underrated Northanger Abbey)

2. North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell (Actually might be my favourite classic ever. Often described at an industrial p&p. Margaret, from the south, comes face to face with the harsh reality of the world when she moves up north and comes face to face with a brooding millowner. There’s obviously a lot more nuance than that but. THE PINING!!!!!! THE MISCOMMUNICATION! THE DRAMA!)

3. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer (You might have seen the film. Please also read the book. Told entirely in letters. The sharp witted author Juliet Ashton falls in love with Guernsey and it’s characters whilst researching what happened there during the war. Funny, moving and romantic.)

4. The Veronica Speedwell series by Deanna Raybourn (A butterfly hunter foils her own kidnap and is paired together with a reclusive natural historian. They solve mysteries together. They can’t admit they wanna sleep together. The tension.......unbearable. See also the Julia Grey mysteries by the same author)

5. The warrior knight and the widow by Ella Matthews (So last year I discovered Mills and Boon and I have no shame about it whatsoever. This is a medieval beauty and the beast retelling about a woman being escorted to her fathers estate by an enigmatic and scarred knight. She’s hoping to convince her father to let her steward her own lands, and of course trying not to fall for her escort.)

6. The bareknuckle bastards series by Sarah Maclean (A badass, brooding trio of siblings who rule the underbelly of Covent Garden fall for smart, beautiful women. Opposites attract, Good girl/bad boy, strong women, banter. Super fun historical romance)

7. Redeeming the reclusive earl by Virginia Heath (I just read this and it was seriously cute!!!! And book where the hero blushes even once is a good book in my opinion. Basically aspiring antiquarian named Effie barrels into the life of a new earl - who really just wants to be left alone to be grumpy and sad and disfigured. ALONE. But Effie wants to dig on his land. And she won’t take no for an answer. She also talks A LOT.

8. A family for the widowed governess by Ann Lethbridge (Technically this is part of a series but you don’t need to read them in order and this is the best one. A widow who is being blackmailed accepts a governess post. She can’t tell her employer about the blackmail especially when she starts falling for him.)

9. The bedlam stacks by Natasha Pulley (I read watchmaker and didn’t like it but you might like it. This one also FEAUTRES A M/M ROMANCE. I know this list was super straight im sorry. Anyway this is about a botanist falling in love with a priest in the jungle.

10. The wilderness series by Sara Donati (Think outlander without the time travel and also not set in scotland. Basically Last of the Mohicans fanfiction about Hawkeye’s grown up son. An english woman moves to america when her father promises she can be a school teacher there. Little does she know he actually has plans to marry her off. Things get more complicated when she falls for Nathaniel Bonner, a white man raised native american and who’s daughter and extended family is Native American. Like outlander there’s romance, adventure, history. But unlike the outlander books the love interest is a decent guy (i say as if i don’t love the tv show)

STUFF THAT REALLY ISN’T ROMANCE AT ALL. BUT I SHIP A SHIP.

1. The Lacey Flint series by Sharon Bolton (Lacey Flint is a police officer who becomes involved in the hunt to catch a Jack the ripper copycat. There actually is a strong romantic element with the other lead police officer.)

2. The last hours duology by Minette Walters. A novel about the black death and a closed estate lead by a woman who’s trying to protect her people. There’s also a kind of murder mystery. But she also has a close relationship to one of the surfs that I got super invested in.

3. The Strike series by J.k Rowling (I know we don’t stan anymore but. This series about PI and his assistant slowly growing closer? Becoming best friends and partners? Not acknowledging any feelings for each other?

#books #book recs #literature #romance #romance books #romance reads #penvenens #romance recs #romance reader #historical romance #probably forgot loads

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princesssarisa · 4 years

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from @cinefantasticquemitho, for the fictional character asks: Juliet Capulet

@cinefantastiquemitho accidentally answered my ask as a private message instead of a post, so I’m copying and pasting her answer here.

Favorite thing about them: The apeal of Juliet is that she is one of the earliest examples of a young rebel being portrayed positively in western literature. She lives in a world that was screwed over by the violence of the adults around her, and is one of the few people in the story who is inteligent anough to not see this violence as something natural, and question it. Another interesting element of Juliet is that, troughout the play, she learns to be very cunning and witty. Now usually, this characteristics (specially in a female character) would be portrayed as the start of a path to villany, where a character would use them to gain power over the unhapiness of others (think of Tamora and Aaron the Moor, the Macbeths, Richard III, Iago and Edmond). But in Juliet’s writing, she is still the heroine of the story, who as a young woman in the Renaissance, is justified to use cunning and witty as a means of trying to survive and find happiness for her and Romeo, the person she loves, in a world where she lacks power. And this cunning and witty, contrary to the most popular belief, does not contradict her loialty, with is another important characteristic that she shows in relation to her beloved husband Romeo.

Least favorite thing about them: Actually, i don’t have a least favorite thing about Juliet herself. In reality, when i was young and was only familiar with the play trough parodies in pop culture, without actually having readed or watched the play properly, i disliked a caricature of Juliet, that stereotyped her as just “a cute girl who is there to suffer”. Later, when i actually readed and watched montages of the play online, i saw that this wasn’t at all the actual character that Shakespeare wrote.

Favorite line:

So many, is hard to choose just one.

“My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy”.

“Ay me!

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself”.

“ O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I’ll believe thee”.

“The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; In half an hour she promised to return. Perchance she cannot meet him: that’s not so. O, she is lame! love’s heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun’s beams, Driving back shadows over louring hills: Therefore do nimble-pinion’d doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve Is three long hours, yet she is not come. Had she affections and warm youthful blood, She would be as swift in motion as a ball; My words would bandy her to my sweet love, And his to me: But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead”.

“Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth”.

“Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus’ lodging: such a wagoner As Phaethon would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway’s eyes may wink and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen. Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties; or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Think true love acted simple modesty. Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven’s back. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. O, I have bought the mansion of a love, But not possess’d it, and, though I am sold, Not yet enjoy’d: so tedious is this day As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them”.

“O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather’d raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damned saint, an honourable villain! O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In moral paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace”!

“Blister’d be thy tongue For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown’d Sole monarch of the universal earth. O, what a beast was I to chide at him!

Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?

Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have kill’d my husband: Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my husband: All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death, That murder’d me: I would forget it fain; But, O, it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners’ minds: 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo—banished;’ That 'banished,’ that one word 'banished,’ Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt’s death Was woe enough, if it had ended there: Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship And needly will be rank’d with other griefs, Why follow’d not, when she said 'Tybalt’s dead,’ Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Which modern lamentations might have moved? But with a rear-ward following Tybalt’s death, 'Romeo is banished,’ to speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!’ There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word’s death; no words can that woe sound”.

“It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us: Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes, O, now I would they had changed voices too! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day, O, now be gone; more light and light it grows”.

“ Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend! I must hear from thee every day in the hour, For in a minute there are many days: O, by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again behold my Romeo”!

“Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I’ll call them back again to comfort me: Nurse! What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Come, vial. What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there. [Laying down her dagger] What if it be a poison, which the friar Subtly hath minister’d to have me dead, Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour’d, Because he married me before to Romeo? I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not, For he hath still been tried a holy man. How if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? there’s a fearful point! Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault, To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Or, if I live, is it not very like, The horrible conceit of death and night, Together with the terror of the place,— As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones Of all my buried ancestors are packed: Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say, At some hours in the night spirits resort;— Alack, alack, is it not like that I, So early waking, what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes’ torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:— O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Environed with all these hideous fears? And madly play with my forefather’s joints? And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? And, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone, As with a club, dash out my desperate brains? O, look! methinks I see my cousin’s ghost Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body Upon a rapier’s point: stay, Tybalt, stay! Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee”.

“Yea, noise? then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger! [Snatching ROMEO’s dagger] This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself] there rust, and let me die”.

brOTP: In the plays actual text, we see her being great friends and partners with the Nurse, and get some insinuations that Tybalt, her cousin, was also a very close friend to her. The TV series Still Star Crossed gaved to her a close friendship with her cousin Rosaline, what i apreciate very, very much. And i also like to imagine that in a Everybody Lives!AU she would be very close friends with Benvolio Montague.

OTP: With Romeo Montague.

nOTP: With Count Paris and/or Tybalt Capulet.

Random headcanon: 1. Her favorite colors are red, orange, white and gold; 2. Her favorite story from greek mithology is Eros and Psyche; 3. Her favorite fairy tale is Jack and the Beanstalk; 4. In a Modern Day Everybody Lives!AU Juliet graduates in Philosophy, Psychology and Social Services and becomes a social worker, focused on atend teenage girls and women living at risk of suffering abuse or on abusive situations/child attorney. For more details about it, here is the link for the list of ideas about a Happy Ending Modern Day! AU made in collaboration with @giuliettaluce :

https://cinefantastiquemitho.tumblr.com/post/617097864129200128/modern-headcanon-romeo-and-juliet

Unpopular Opinion: Well, i like some elements of the Zefirelli 1968 movie adaptation: the costumes are beautifull to look at, Nino Rota’s score is the worlds eight wonder of an icon, the casting choice (specially of Leonard Whiting and Olívia Hussey as Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet, respectivelly) is pretty spot on… Buuuut: with the cutting of lines like the “Gallop apace” soliloquy, the lines where she reflects, deduces and concludes that Tybalt started the fight against Romeo with the intention of killing him and the “Potion” soliloquy, i think it reduced a lot of the huge inteligence that Juliet actually has, and with its extremely huge popularity it ended up contributing with the pop culture stereotyped idea that Juliet is just a “cute girl who is there to suffer”.

Song i associate with them: Flor, Minha Flor, by Grupo Galpão de Teatro (from the soundtrack of my favorite Romeo and Juliet montage)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koIO15cI-8Y

And Nino Rota’s What is a Youth, from the 1968 Franco Zefirelli film:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VsgolqoeJw

Favorite picture of them:

#cinefantastiquemitho #fictional character ask #romeo and juliet #juliet #other people's writing

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years

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BBB Weeks 14 (late) and 15 (on time) Roundup!

Real life came for the Tumblr mod in a beastly kind of way last week, so here’s both roundup weeks packed in together!

A quick reminder, this is the info we need to log your fills on the spreadsheet. And if we don’t have this info, you can’t get your badges!

Title: Collaborator: Link: AO3 Square Filled: Ship: Rating: Major Tags: Summary: Word Count:

And keep in mind, we’ve got our Discord Party coming up on the 25th! We’ll do games, a drawing for prize tokens, sprints, brainstorming, etc. We will also be opening up badge claims AND late signups again!

Title: Having your cake & Bucky too Collaborator: crazycatt71 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - kink: body worship Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: Bucky bakes Clint a birthday cake. Clint has cake and Bucky too Word Count: 1775

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Title: N/A Collaborator: feignedsobriquet Link: Pillowfort Square Filled: B1 - AU: Dragons Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: fanart for brighteyesillusionist’s Tales of Cerulean Scales

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Title: Aw, Packing, No Collaborator: squadrickchestopher Link: AO3 Square Filled: U5 - comfort clothes Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: none Summary: “I know.” He walks over. “You know what this means, though.” “Sex on the beach?” “No. Well, maybe.” Bucky takes the envelope from him. “But first, we have to pack. With actual suitcases.” Predictably, Clint’s face falls at those words. “Aw, packing, no.” Word Count: 1570

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Title: Lead Me Into His Dark Land - Chapter 1 Collaborator: Faustess Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - Family of Choice Ship: WinterPepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Inspired by Corpse Bride (2005), Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Cheating, Pre-Poly, Supernatural Elements Summary: Lord James "Bucky" Barnes, master of the Winterbrook estate, has spent his fortune on veteran's homes and on care for his childhood best friend, Steve Rogers. With the assistance of a friend made during his days at war, Natasha Romanov, he's been able to arrange a good marriage with the daughter of a prominent local industrialist. Pepper Potts's step-mother wants nothing more than to rub elbows with the local aristocrats and her father wants Pepper to marry well - for her own sake, rather than that of his wife. He's confident everyone will end up happy as long as everything goes According To Plan. But when it doesn't? It's anyone's guess what'll happen. Word Count: 2786

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Title: I Never Saw You Coming (And I'll Never Be The Same) - Chapter 1 Collaborator: cpt_winniethepooh Link: AO3 Square Filled: C2 - shelter Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, virus and quarantine life Summary: Steve Rogers is small, sickly, yet more fierce and determined than anybody Bucky Barnes, member of the Avengers, has ever met. After their accidental meeting at an animal shelter Bucky knows he'd very much like to keep Steve in his life, even if it comes with constant anxiety about Steve's mental and physical well-being. Or five times Bucky is worried for Steve, and the one time he isn't. Word Count: 5073

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Title: End Of All Days - Chapter 19: Part XVIII Collaborator: Minka Link: AO3 Square Filled: U2 – Touch Starved Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Graphic violence for other chapters Summary: Captain Steve Rogers had thought his military days were behind him, left in the bloody nightmare that was Saigon. Retired and working as a History Professor, the last thing he expected was to get caught up in a cataclysmic Slavic prophesy foreshadowing the end of the known world. With Cold War tensions running high, Steve finds himself in need of a guide and translator to get him behind the Iron Curtain and into the isolated snowdrifts of Siberia. It’s deep in the heart of Bucharest’s resistance fighters that Steve finds the ideal candidate, but swaying the enigmatic ex-operative known as The Winter Soldier proves to be complicated. Trust is hard-won, especially in the world of espionage, and with a KGB death squad nipping at his heels, the Soldier has countless reasons to stay presumably dead. As the lines between right, wrong and the supernatural begin to blur, Steve is forced to reconsider everything he’s ever believed, right from the sanctity of his own country to the very foundations of creation itself. Word Count: 89,347

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Title: I Never Saw You Coming (And I'll Never Be The Same) - Chapter 2 Collaborator: cpt_winniethepooh Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - warm and fuzzy feelings Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, virus and quarantine life Summary: A short and sweet NSFW chapter. Word Count: 5073

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Title: Lead Me Into His Dark Land - Chapter 2 Collaborator: Faustess Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - Tony Stark Ship: WinterPepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Inspired by Corpse Bride (2005), Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Cheating, Pre-Poly, Supernatural Elements Summary: Pepper manages to say her vows perfectly... to the wrong man. We meet Tony, Rhodey tells a story (which Tony interrupts - frequently), and there's a tearful reunion. Just another day in the life of Pepper Potts. And yes, her stays are too tight for that kind of running. Word Count: 3210

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Title: I Never Saw You Coming (And I'll Never Be The Same) - Chapter 3 Collaborator: cpt_winniethepooh Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y1 - rescue mission Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, virus and quarantine life, mentions of off-screen OC character death and trauma Summary: A mission in the background and some teamwork ahead! Word Count: 5073

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Title: Lead Me Into His Dark Land - Chapter 3 Collaborator: Faustess Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y3 - Whiplash Ship: WinterPepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Inspired by Corpse Bride (2005), Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Cheating, Pre-Poly, Supernatural Elements Summary: Pepper returns to say good-bye to James, but Tony misunderstands and reconsiders the wisdom of their marriage. Meanwhile, James raves about the living dead walking the earth and even his best friends are afraid for his welfare... and his marriage prospects. Word Count: 4481

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Title: Crop Tops and Thighs Out Collaborator: rebelmeg Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - frenemies Ship: Sam & Bucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: art embedded, crack and humor Summary: Bucky is struggling with the blurred lines between himself and the Soldier... at least until he sees Sam's new outfit. Word Count: 633

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Title: Calm before the storm Collaborator: Raz Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U5 - Historical Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: An elusive, yet renowned mercenary stops for a break by the fireside between jobs and locations. Being highly skilled with a wolf branded axe has earned him the name Ulfragnarr; terrifying wolf warrior. Aka Bucky Barnes Viking AU

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Title: Happy Not Anniversary Collaborator: startrekkingaroundasgard Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U4 - Clint Barton Ship: WinterHawk/Reader Rating: Teen Major Tags: light sexual themes Summary: Clint makes Bucky and the reader breakfast for their anniversary, however they all have different ideas of when that day actually is. Word Count:1913

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Title: no more, no less Collaborator: nightwideopen Link: AO3 Square Filled: C3 - free space Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Teen Major Tags: implied/referenced past sexual assault/harassment Summary: When Bucky kisses Clint for the first time, he’s surprised, to say the least. Word Count: 1146

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Title: Handshook Collaborator: Menatiera Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K3 - Till death do us part Ship: WinterIron Rating: M for fic, G for moodboards Major Tags: Strangers to Husbands Speed Run; Canon-Typical Violence; Happy Ending; in-universe equivalent to public nudity; in-universe equivalent to public sex; (bared hands and hand shaking); Oops we’re married; Accidental Bonding; Sci-Fi AU; Tony Stark Does What He Wants; eventual BAMF everybody Summary: “Get me a handshake, Tony, that’s it. Don’t break anything and please do not turn this into an interspecies war.” -James Rhodes Tony Stark is the first man in the history of the human race to breach the heliosphere keeping humanity from the rest of the universe. Bucky’s people, the Aldori, a technologically advanced, space-faring race, watch him do it. They demand a meeting to establish diplomatic relations and determine whether or not humans will prove to be a threat. Without letting the Aldori know that only Tony’s ship is advanced enough to make the trip, Rhodey is forced to send him as ambassador. Simple enough, until the Aldori learn that humans make first contact by shaking hands. Lewd.

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Title: Putting The Pieces Together Collaborator: steves-on-a-plane Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C4 - Secret Relationship Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: ? Summary: Reader is Steve’s sibling and they’ve been seeing Bucky in secret for years. Steve is away on a mission, so Bucky and Reader are enjoying alone time together. That is until the Star Spangled Man comes home early… Word Count: 1260

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Title: I Never Saw You Coming (And I'll Never Be The Same) Collaborator: cpt_winniethepooh Link: AO3 Squares Filled: Chapter 4 - what doesn’t kill me makes me mad Chapter 5 - asking for trouble Chapter 6 - showoff Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, coronavirus and quarantine, BLM and protests Summary: Steve Rogers is small, sickly, yet more fierce and determined than anybody Bucky Barnes, member of the Avengers, has ever met. After their accidental meeting at an animal shelter Bucky knows he'd very much like to keep Steve in his life, even if it comes with constant anxiety about Steve's mental and physical well-being.Or five times Bucky is worried for Steve, and the one time he is worried for everyone else but Steve. Word Count: 10,407

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Title: [Podfic] Mirror Collaborator: shadow-ravin Link: AO3 Square Filled: C1 - AU: Canon Divergence Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: Spies & Secret Agents, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Remix, Podfic, Podfic Length: 10-20 Minutes Summary: Podfic of Mirror by saiditallbefore - Natasha travels to Miami to root out intelligence on HYDRA. She finds much more than she bargained for.

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Title: echoes from the breakdown - Chapter 4 Collaborator: hddnone Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - Hand-holding Ship: WinterIronWidow Rating: Mature Major Tags: Graphic Violence, Post CA-CW Canon Divergence Summary: On a mission gone wrong, Bucky breaks down. With Bucky and team signed under the Accords, the fallout of his mistakes could break the team apart all over again. Natasha won't let that happen. Turns out Tony won't let that happen either. Secrets had divided them before, but now maybe a shared secret can pull the three of them together. Word Count: 6392

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Title: Ashes and Blood Collaborator: shadow-ravin Link: AO3 Square Filled: C2 - Ashes Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: Poetry, Self-Reflection, Self-Hatred, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, podfic included Summary: Bucky reflects on who he is and what he has done. Word Count: 352

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Title: Enemy - Chapter 2 Collaborator: grimeysociety Link: AO3 Square Filled: U1 - Bucky/Darcy Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Explicit Sexual Content Summary: Friendship with Bucky began like pulling a thorn out of a wolf’s paw. Word Count: 3025

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Title: Friday night and the lights are low - Chapter 1: Bucky/Jane Collaborator: heyboydraws Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 - Bucky/Jane Ship: Bucky/Jane Rating: Teen Major Tags: art Summary: Bucky is a vet, recently back home and finally healed from his injury. In an effort to blow off some steam and meet new people, he hits the club every weekend. It turns out that this particular nightclub is also a favorite hangout for some local superheroes. Word Count: 221

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Title: Fire Sale Collaborator: betheflame Link: AO3 Square Filled: U5 - Plot Twist Ship: Stony Rating: Mature Major Tags: none Summary: Set in Earth 97082 - where Tony tries to sell of his suits and it goes BADLY. Word Count: 1261

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Title: The Witch Hunter Collaborator: tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y3: Identity Porn Ship: WinterWitch Rating: Teen Major Tags: Witches, Church, Heresy Summary: It’s the same old story, every time. Witch appears, idiots try to kill witch. Shit happens. God, Bucky’s tired of it. Word Count: 1724

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Title: Steve, I Feel Pretty Collaborator: Purple_ducky00 Link: AO3 Square Filled: C3 - Free square Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: concubine AU Summary: As king, it isn't surprising that King Tony has a harem. What shocks them is the time(s) he brings a concubine to court.Or, how Bucky learns to love himself. Word Count: 2203

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Title: Tap That Collaborator: Kalee60 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C3 - free space Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: none Summary: When Steve is distracted while waiting at a busy crosswalk on the way to an important meeting, he inadvertently meets the man of his dreams - but only after making the most mortifying social gaffe of his life. Red-faced and apologetic he tries to forget the incident. But sometimes when things go wrong - they suddenly turn out spectacularly right. Word Count: 2129

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Title: Sixteen Months Collaborator: squadrickchestopher Link: AO3 Square Filled: U2 - barista Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Explicit Major Tags: graphic descriptions of violence Summary: There is a reason James doesn’t allow his dates to spend the night. Word Count: 3658

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Title: Exile Collaborator: grimeysociety Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - exile Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Suicide Attempt, Suicide/Self-Harm Themes, Explicit Sexual Content Summary: (n.) the state or a period of forced absence from one's country or home. The state or a period of voluntary absence from one's country or home. A person who is in exile. Bucky's stint in hospital after a suicide attempt. Word Count: 8342

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Title: (Waffle) Iron Man Collaborator: tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: U3 - Upgrade Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: implied domestic abuse (not between main characters), violence, death of a waffle iron Summary: Ana gave Tony a waffle iron when he moved out. Ty Stone appropriated it after their breakup. Tony wants it back. Word Count: 3948

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Title: Listen Before I Go Collaborator: avintagekiss24 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C1 - angst Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Explicit Major Tags: angst, heavy angst, smut, sex, bucky barnes’ trigger words, cock warming if you look close Summary: you and bucky just can’t say what you want to say. Word Count: 6630

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Title: Running In Place Collaborator: the_genderman Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - disability Ship: Bucky & Steve & Tony Rating: Teen Major Tags: none Summary: A brief slice of life as Bucky acclimates to life in the Avengers Compound, his chronic pain, and Tony Stark... being Tony Stark. At least Steve's as reliable as ever. Word Count: 1400

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Title: echoes from the breakdown - Chapter 5 Collaborator: hddnone Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - insomnia Ship: WinterIronWidow Rating: Mature Major Tags: Graphic Violence, Post CA-CW Canon Divergence Summary: On a mission gone wrong, Bucky breaks down. With Bucky and team signed under the Accords, the fallout of his mistakes could break the team apart all over again. Natasha won't let that happen. Turns out Tony won't let that happen either. Secrets had divided them before, but now maybe a shared secret can pull the three of them together. Word Count: 9238

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Title: Things are going great, and they're only getting better Collaborator: heyboydraws Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C5 - Multiple Personalities Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: Bucky serves up a variety of looks when he goes undercover.

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Title: Friday night and the lights are low - Chapter 3: Bucky/Scott Collaborator: HeyBoy Link: AO3 Square Filled: ? Ship: Bucky/Scott Rating: Teen Major Tags: art Summary: Bucky is a vet, recently back home and finally healed from his injury. In an effort to blow off some steam and meet new people, he hits the club every weekend. It turns out that this particular nightclub is also a favorite hangout for some local superheroes. Word Count: 605

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Title: Space Cowboys Collaborator: thewaythatwerust Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U4 - NASA Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: gifset Summary: Steve + Bucky in space. What could possibly go wrong?

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sirjustice335-blog · 4 years

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Above truths dude

Carpet star-soft Lavender makes your face small with sharp bone face protruding and u can use that if u wanna. The egg albumen as well makes soap and detergents in the boom process as with flowers dude. Buy rye bread as the best as u look at it from where u work or sit many hours as makes u more beauty than u r and sharpens ya countenance as make it small as somehow not long as with baby star soft but squire gaining respect as not of war synonymous with long faced people.

Now many nations have learnt how to make airplanes, so do not heap indignities on 1 that airplane uses siren gas not or clouds contain no water and how can it form rain as written in books which makes such statements null and void dude. Google airplane made in Burundi making it in the sky to see dude, Mr white-man back off with ya lies backed up with kikuyu blooded men, who wants their lands in pretense when triumph but if not their allies as learning their ways dude.

So stop in ya silly behaviors of sitting in joins 2 people as though exhausted as sited that way is the way airplanes are made after along times which many people took as okay but now they have known the truth as u must know the process of making such as explained in 1 of the following tumblr a/c of sirjustice50 and must know how to talk to the devil not mere guess works as above to find places where u can rest or get tolerated and even with trained kids 4 people to accept them in their houses or have mercy on them as to adopt them which aint the case with making airplanes. Get to junior school if ya parents have money not leave school and look where u can chip in to make cash to reduce the load on our colleges and many stranded to get jobs bro. Little children and king of the jew with Christ to cement the above truths.

The sun rotates in a circular obit around the earth not vice versa, while on the below the earth it rotates faster to rise the early morning in the far east as not when on the top of the earth. Proof when u get to below the earth and stay their u get to see sunlight as is not dark but it sets faster like an eclipse. But happy are we as with airplane we have finished just a matter of time the above will be finished to set us free to cements the truths of Mr white-man lies as written in books period dude.

Even the back of bamboo tree can replace what sweet potato does with making much water as the bar kalare Gem 1 or purified drinking water as samples are tied in polythene bags immersed in water in big container b4 the boom process done to produce much as raw cut mango, cabbage or kale as well placed inside with distilled water to make much then grinned semi dry groundnuts soak in the same water to add taste b4 making again much in the boom process b4 bottling is done 4 sales. Gem is Bring, king, mkono brika as begging when made much 4rever with any nation buying few liters and making much hindering those nations that gained from the same like, China, Missouri and India selling to prisons allover the globe, meaning recession 4 those nations when the above truths are made public dude. Women with Barnabas to aid us in the above.

When u r lion of Judah eating much as the male 1 food brought to him by female then the game park next to ya, get to the park and co-exist with the beasts stop disturbing mankind, see if they will accept ya and in parks when pray are not in the vicinity lions are seen eating even grass, dude if u r 1 u ought to have started eating the same as early as yesterday not disturbing us with ya nonsensical brought to u or us issues where we tolerated such out of threats of imposed sanctions as at those time we did not have the magics of making life conveniences like machines that makes the world going or keeps the earth moving but now we know as we give a hoot not bro. Mr white-man stop now ya sick and sickening games bro.

Saying me want to be ya Mr big man forcing, homey i want not am not like the obamas who are poor having none as can be seen in their movements which is a blessing in disguise to people not to get to leadership position when young cause after the lapse of ya time u r left frustrated good 4 grown ups who leave the art of job dressing and get to like owning a ranch which aint shame dude as their ways to corruption to get much money where all blocked as Young presidents can even kill people when loaded. So it was to teach us. Leadership are for those who desire much money with dubious means which if all blocked force others who want money not with them and with Me having kids with many women, create a law if u r found guilty of such, without notice, u r jailed 4 life after a DNA test done. Stop ya nonsense dude with me, accept not the other way Kenya is poor but directly dude. Don’t resort to tricks which to ya are dirty but to us open. With 1 Hindu, get to the upper floor of ya city skyscraper while one is on the immediate next floor then u say what 1 is doing and boom u r Hindu and sometimes even incentives offered just to find the same which if u cant solve all the puzzle of life in ya accusation of this 1 and that 1. U r kikuyu, luo or Kamba as just mere sayings you Mr Hindu and any other person best in falls sayings as above to indict the next person of bad character when defeated or in blocking their ways as with jobs or traveling abroad as other race they claim u r of are not likes and even with marriages. Even crimes and dirty games are done by dignitaries in the above structures which should have cameras vied by public in all corners and rooms as well as corridors to stop the above and even having sex with city respected women and men as with Times tower Nairobi and KSM 2 towers at Mega-plaza building where just planning having the same aint nothing less that $200. City making money, to be unknown as Mr Hindu cant locate ya at that height on weekends when at home even giving Nairobi those buildings owners money and with any other nation tall building. Think twice dude on how to make cash with prostitution as more than 100 people have sex on such on Sunday and Saturday evening and nights and even in 5 star long building hotels like Hilton Minneapolis.

If Mr Hindu blooded as Greek, Colombian blooded, if 1 is far like 2 km in a room u must be able to tell us what he is doing lest u not dude, stop games of locating where their is wheat and u claim allegiance. Artificial wheat that spoil not the teeth can be made with cattle brain grinned but mixed with water soaked in pumpkin in the boom process as well as cut raw cabbage or cooked but very light must be mixed with wheat flour which is grown as with AJab wheat flour, a gimmick they are eyeing to if others blocked. Ajab is Canadian wheat flour mixed with the above as another brand is Hindu. As in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=ajab+wheat+flour+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwit5ZHKjtHqAhVkA2MBHei8CN0QsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

Like of Robinson and daughters and many have eaten martin Luther King corpse made much in boom process even if the corpse still intact in the grave, they can take like only the tongue or booty part and made much as even after making much make other foods with it, so desist from much foods and even flour, get to the new mini-machines and grinned ya own as it can disform ya as symptoms are shinny, wide, broad or long face, becoming cheeky in character, distorted tenths like watery or developing spaces from far kinda and more just locate them bro. Stop much wordings just exhume and find out if the whole corpse missing or some taken parts as mentioned above.

Kinda, u were against each other, getting to explanation so they understand to elongate that gulf, get to them to explain in details and kinda, acts like they are your kids u have bought food u want to give to them at the same time 1 after another frown at each other thinking u will consider them much out of that synonymous with big bodied people, fellows me aint ya father and even ya death concerns me not, if u cant hustle but want the best life as u want from another better die dude and its period. Bad character women have known them, can bring disturbing kids to destroy the world. Locating food from people as kids characters many bank working people have. If 1 who is tall is their, kinda, a spirit emanates within them, looking behind their is no-1, meaning at night if such happen they cut u with machete but at day time, kinda, u see police men in black attires already cocked the gun ready to shot as the ground capsize to see water. So never empathize with USA shootings as is the same scenario dude.

Thought Canada will not learn automation as them, so wants Negro out of USA employing lies, so Chinese came to the USA to learn their technology saying they ate the corpse from graves of the renowned Negros wanting to Infuse the same to Canadians which they refute, so wants to attack them like German did to Poland but alas! Canada and Mexico as well has learned automation even in military vehicle and in cyber-nation as internet so they relent reason why they, kinda, setting kebi free, without the same they could not. They even get to African nations, South America and Caribbean to orchestrate the above with nations supporting Canada, so they create war and extend the border line so much Canadian wheat land falls to them but on the Map is just the normal way. We know ya tricks 1st hand dude but now try dude, got to relents reason why obama and Robinson shares their thoughts on media as they cant organize crime as we got roof or window motion sensor lights/alarm or digital telescope with WI-fi fixed on drones sides with tilting dimension of up-to 120 degree which check on objects both down the earth while up and vice versa and from both sides where the KM distance it can reach where another similar drone is placed and on and on till ya border end to avoid much drones which not accurate in capturing objects if not having that similar telescope camera as explained above but normal camera of short distance capture.Reason why SA or Canada people say try their lands out of the above placed security measures, so Mr Intruder think twice b4 u came to the multitude as described above synonymous with huge people. Business can stop that way with all laid down measures but happy are we as we got now cheap and affordable home and office appliances or E-machines like cars and motor bikes to bridge that monotony syndrome as u can be in-house or on the road as it involves no extra-money to push time as u can pick like 1 going alongside ya way to give ya some coins even if u r nor registered taxi operator and its allowed out of the above, rather if they do not the same they ought to have hearken to Kebi echoing demands. As in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=obama+and+robinson+meeting+people+in+houses&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiK5t6yk9HqAhXC0-AKHQRpCK0Q2-cCegQIABAA&oq=obama+and+robinson+meeting+people+in+houses&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DehwFYhJ8BYIOpAWgAcAB4AIABhQKIAckQkgEFMC4zLjeYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=nvQPX4qfH8KngweE0qHoCg&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d

With huge people, kinda, a curse will befall ya if u don’t tolerate them as they give u that look. U will be caned dude, stop ya laziness as with Nigerian movies got into peoples minds yet we got Minneapolis Judgement meaning we get to 2 places either Hell or Heaven no-matter ya being or race, so stop, u will be more respected if we got other going to options like with the movies as 10 - 100 in 1 but sadly we got 2 places where u can judge where u r going as seeing ya self or another in a small enclosed furnace as a wake up call to repent or change in a bad thing u r doing. Whats the hoot dude, if i repent no-matter my stand with u i get to heaven and that’s it maybe what they are looking in people as a tame lion of Judah looks, No-where to go, even if left alone as game parks far dude, so obeys the protocols dude.

Canadian made military vehicle in the link below as well as Azerbaijan and Indonesia

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fminiarmour.files.wordpress.com%2F2014%2F05%2Finkas-huron-apc-2.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fminiarmour.net%2F2014%2F05%2F21%2Fnew-apc-made-in-canada%2F&tbnid=8BtQ4FAkVgWn2M&vet=12ahUKEwjntKjnldHqAhXlgHMKHbCKCBQQMygEegUIARCnAQ..i&docid=Hhx1Om0sIdYm3M&w=1083&h=723&q=canada%20made%20military%20vehicle%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjntKjnldHqAhXlgHMKHbCKCBQQMygEegUIARCnAQ

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Fvestnikkavkaza.net%2Fupload2%2Ffiles%2F1-azerbaijan-veapons.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fvestnikkavkaza.net%2Fnews%2Fpolitics%2F33226.html&docid=V1ix1n72UJrJ4M&tbnid=VAnP7XdbrgFDvM&vet=1&w=367&h=275&itg=1&client=firefox-b-d&bih=910&biw=1280&ved=2ahUKEwj-g_LrldHqAhVOyoUKHQ7CC5gQxiAoB3oECAEQKA&iact=c&ictx=1

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fstatik.tempo.co%2Fdata%2F2015%2F08%2F01%2Fid_423845%2F423845_620.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fen.tempo.co%2Fread%2F700677%2Findonesian-military-manufacturer-signs-weapons-deal-with-uae&docid=h-2X9mV38rGG3M&tbnid=3K4YJLz5Ln9XDM&vet=1&w=620&h=355&itg=1&client=firefox-b-d&bih=910&biw=1280&ved=2ahUKEwi11syRltHqAhUoyYUKHZ2pC1QQxiAoA3oECAEQHA&iact=c&ictx=1

Ghana made guns in the link below and Uganda made missiles

https://www.thenewhumanitarian.org/report/86728/ghana-homemade-gun-sales-flourish

https://www.independent.co.ug/whos-buying-biggest-guns/

https://africa-facts.org/african-countries-that-manufacture-some-of-their-own-weapons/

When u place yellow sweet potato in the bar kalare make u insane water at the down spring makes such water much in boom process, used to build Kansas city and environs,think i told Dona Hughes of WSU, KS reason why they follow me to no-end as they make the same and share profits with Missouri annoying MO state as well, not to mention i told India people as well on My Fb then dude.

Negro made military vehicle in the link below, get a glimpse

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2F0JPCIvioFYI%2Fsddefault.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D0JPCIvioFYI&tbnid=KhBtAx0nLwN0NM&vet=12ahUKEwjy6bfpxs7qAhWY0OAKHYUwBeEQMygEegUIARCtAQ..i&docid=rgP5fPo1upwW1M&w=640&h=480&q=mexican%20made%20military%20vehicle%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjy6bfpxs7qAhWY0OAKHYUwBeEQMygEegUIARCtAQ

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2F1.bp.blogspot.com%2F-PM1aLlOQ18k%2FUNG9b6FWc6I%2FAAAAAAAAIn4%2Fg3ZnJJS3dI0%2Fs400%2FDN-XI_4x4_wheeled_armoured_tactical_vehicle_personnel_carrier_Mexico_Mexican_defence_industry_military_technology_640_001.jpg&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fworlddefencenews.blogspot.co.at%2F2012%2F12%2Fmexico-starts-production-of-first-batch.html%3Fview%3Dsidebar&tbnid=lHY_XT5v645_yM&vet=12ahUKEwjy6bfpxs7qAhWY0OAKHYUwBeEQMygDegUIARCrAQ..i&docid=3bqOE7glITDLvM&w=400&h=266&itg=1&q=mexican%20made%20military%20vehicle%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjy6bfpxs7qAhWY0OAKHYUwBeEQMygDegUIARCrAQ

https://theconversation.com/doj-report-on-baltimore-echoes-centuries-old-limits-on-african-american-freedom-in-the-charm-city-63985

All the machines made in boom process b4 u knead the dough or rye, u do the same using water mixed with charcoal fumes/dust or just soak water in charcoal as much as with hay, chaff, cereals, saw dust, sewer water and more, either u add the above charcoal fume water or soak all the above in the same water in the boom process to get either ya guns, auto-mobiles, jets or airplanes or u can grinned pumpkin and use its water to replace the charcoal 1 as both can do. Get this if it has refused to form the machine u want to make as this the only way i forgot dude.

The wild black grains birds feed on if u place in the above solutions makes even jets in the boom process as well as chamama brown seeds making big airplane as wild thorns, spare-parts of the above machines or cut diagonally photos or into many pieces whichever method u like dude.

Wants Hindu to get to their nation or being shot, yet we got the remedy, not to send people to people to stop what they purported those people to be watching, still thinking Kenya is rich, the people they aspire to be here will buy those Hindu LEFT HOUSES cheaply, friends u aint rich but poor now out of large population.

Stop having hanging bulbs like the old type in ya house, instill bad feeling and spirit in u many know not, in that if even the hooligans use the same things as u it breeds the above, resort to a bulb holder system that many uses not even if not expensive like in the link below, Hanging like male testis

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=images+of+old+bulbs&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi9-c6Gy87qAhVOAGMBHUH6AbIQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fmiro.medium.com%2Fmax%2F3840%2F1*rrRPb0qEYbHPddQlpgCzNg.jpeg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fmedium.com%2F%40omegapacific%2F5-different-types-of-light-bulbs-32472c24bb70&tbnid=Tkrr9dvmi9z0hM&vet=10CIsBEDMoQGoXChMI0OHHrMvO6gIVAAAAAB0AAAAAEAM..i&docid=R144RUb8EzYr0M&w=1920&h=1254&q=different%20types%20of%20bulbs&client=firefox-b-d&ved=0CIsBEDMoQGoXChMI0OHHrMvO6gIVAAAAAB0AAAAAEAM

https://www.homestratosphere.com/types-of-ceiling-lights/

U can even use a 240-12 V step down transformer to place the 12 V motor bike light in the link below in ya house

https://www.google.com/search?q=12+volts+ceiling+bulbs+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjbosK-y87qAhUL0eAKHR0eDewQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=12+volts+ceiling+bulbs+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoFCAAQsQM6AggAOgQIABBDOgYIABAIEB46BAgAEBhQgqYHWITyB2CI9AdoAHAAeACAAZEFiAGlLpIBDDAuMS4xNy4xLjIuMZgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=yJwOX9ueF4uigwedvLTgDg&bih=654&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-d

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fimages.yaoota.com%2FLpDoxYlQfmGbxv3fl1frRrCSBEI%3D%2Ftrim%2Fyaootaweb-production-ke%2Fmedia%2Fcrawledproductimages%2F8b720b368fde8b3f2bab6db0bbc68c24858bb175.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fyaoota.com%2Fen-ke%2Fproduct%2Fsuper-bright-12v-85v-20w-led-spot-lamp-head-light-bulb-motor-price-from-jumia-kenya&tbnid=P_4BCg6uVatk8M&vet=12ahUKEwjzx7WSzM7qAhUU0OAKHccUAoUQMygPegUIARDcAQ..i&docid=AzeXHrA_NPgR7M&w=520&h=483&q=motor%20bike%2012%20v%20many%20lights%20bulbs&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjzx7WSzM7qAhUU0OAKHccUAoUQMygPegUIARDcAQ

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/754141900074714209/

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fimg10.joybuy.com%2FN0%2Fs560x560_jfs%2Ft1%2F3814%2F30%2F657%2F124009%2F5b922203E15e3833d%2F4e648824684651f9.jpg.dpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.joybuy.com%2Fproduct%2F650170183.html&tbnid=R_TKDoiQxijCQM&vet=12ahUKEwjzx7WSzM7qAhUU0OAKHccUAoUQMygFegUIARDBAQ..i&docid=Qpw__OwJW1vLMM&w=560&h=560&q=motor%20bike%2012%20v%20many%20lights%20bulbs&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjzx7WSzM7qAhUU0OAKHccUAoUQMygFegUIARDBAQ

The plastic tiles glued to ya floor, kills even kids and dis-form faces of those who are friends to those houses out of the water used to make the dough that produced such in the boom process, maybe the grinned human, snake or animals still fresh and mixed with water to knead the dough in the boom process as in the link below, we call them vinyl tiles

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=glued+on+the+floor+vinyl+tiles+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjX0ML9zM7qAhWOohQKHTLtAqoQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

Jets are made with any plastic bottle shape inserted in the above solutions, even with biro pens, syringes and small birds as much as fish inserted in the same in the boom process

Airplanes built in south Sudan images in the link below

https://saakam.wordpress.com/2015/10/23/spla-gifts-updf-two-south-sudanese-made-airplanes-as-gratitude-for-their-support/

Boeing E-airplane in the link below, get a glimpse dude

https://electrek.co/2016/09/27/new-battery-design-could-bring-life-to-all-electric-commercial-airplanes/

https://www.independent.co.uk/travel/news-and-advice/electric-planes-easyjet-wright-electric-battery-powered-a7646701.html

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ali-lie · 4 years

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SuperPotterCorp Part 3

Summary & Warning : The SG x HP fic no one asked for yet I’m posting. It’s pretty bad not to mention NSFW with lots of triggers and potential triggers like violence abuse and mention of all forms of assault. also starts off between season 3 and four Lena knows about Kara (obviously) [also agentreign] with the Bloody Brandy challenge.

A quick google maps search revealed that Harry’s address was just a 20 minute drive from Lena’s place. Though it was quite weird the address on the parchment was simply, Stone St, Diamond Apts, Top floor. at which Lena pointed out that maybe she’s bought out the whole floor, which in truth sounded ridiculous to the rest of the Superfriends except Lena, who stated that if she wants to hide an ability like Magic or something possibly nefarious getting rid of pesky neighbors seems like a good idea, this way no one can see something they’re not supposed to.

At first everyone was accepting of that idea till Winn put forth an additional possibility, that Harry had stolen that particular floor from someone using her abilities, which was quite plausible given how they have had seen people abuse their powers.

At 8.30 pm they arrived at the place, the building was a high rise tower that had been added to National city just a scant 3 years ago, they entered the lift as one and when they reached at the top floor they saw out of the lift there was a single corridor leading up to a door with a black sign board and Potter’s embossed on it in gold.

Alex rang the bell and they all waited with baited breaths for someone to open the door, their patience was rewarded when a teenage boy answered the door, it took Lena and Kara a single glance to mark similarities between the boy and Harry, which made them assume he was her son, he had the same bone structure and pale skin not to mention their eyes were the same emerald green, though there were quite some obvious differences too unlike his mother’s blood red tresses the boy sported a nest of raven colored mess on his head, and he was tall, his mother who Lena wouldn’t peg to be taller than 5′1″ or 2″ at most was quite diminutive compared to the 6′1″ young man standing in front of them.

Winn would later point out he looked very much like Harry Potter from the books sans the Lightning bolt scar.

He gave them a broad toothy smile and cheerfully greeted them, “Hello! nice to meet you! My name’s Casper like the friendly ghost, please come in, nice to meet you!” and then escorted them inside.

Meeting the cheerful boy the whole gang calmed down a little, the start was looking good and it looked less like a trap by the second, as they ventured in the house they noticed it was decorated in a simple manner, the inner entrance was painted sky blue with a few pictures of Harry, Casper and 2 girls of obviously different age, the older girl had dirty blonde hair with silver blue eyes, while the younger girl, who looked to be the same age as Casper, had raven colored hair similar to Casper but heterochromic eyes, her right eye was emerald green while the left one was brown.

As they entered the living room they were greeted by three girls, two were the girls from the photos and another brunette girl who was seated next to the older girl, all three of them glaring at the superfriends, an awkward silence ensued which was broken by Casper, “Guys meet my sisters, Macaria *pointing towards the blonde* and my twin sister Dandy *pointing towards the girl with heterochromia* short for dandelion, though I’d strongly advice you to not call her that.” he punctuated with a stern face.

“Also mum’s cooking so she’ll be with us shortly,” he added as an after thought.

Then he pointed towards the brunette and said, “She’s Mac’s - and consequently ours - childhood friend, and our found family, also the only one with a normal name around here, Buffy, yes after the vampire slayer.”

In turn the superfriends introduced themselves to the kids.

Macaria took a deep breath, and began, “So mom told us what happened, and just to let you know all three of us have powers and if you hurt her we’ll hunt you down. Periodt.”

Alex narrowed her eyes at the blonde and gave her a short nod of acknowledgement, then said, “Touché, but just a fair warning even we have powers, we won’t start anything but if you mother does we’ll be sure to end it. Periodt.”

Both Kara and Casper frowned at their sisters, while the superfriends’ expressions said that they agreed with Alex.

Then Dandy growled towards Alex, but before the tension could escalate, Harry arrived from the kitchen wearing a white hoodie and faded jeans, she reached out to the super friends and began, “Nice to meet you guys once again, Just in case you guys don’t remember, I’m Harry, Harry Potter.”

Once again Winn was to the rescue by breaking the tension, “Like Harry Potter Harry Potter? Like the-boy....the-girl-who-lived Harry Potter? and is it short for something like Harley or Harriet?”

Harry laughed deeply at that and then waved her hands in their general direction to conjure some seating for the superfriends, thus proving the point that she had magic, or at least powers akin to magic, then she answered his question, “Yes and No, Yes because I am Harry Potter daughter to James Potter and Lily Potter née Evans, but I wasn’t hailed as the-girl-who-lived instead Neville Longbottom became the-boy-who-lived, as you can see there’s quite a few differences between the books and me, some obvious and others not quite so.”

Winn’s eyebrows furrowed, “So is Hogwarts real? and like how are you here?”

Harry gave him a short nod as she thought over how to reply to his questions then began, “Okay so to put it in short, the Arch way of Death in the ministry of magic, the one Sirius falls through in the books, is like a backdoor to the Multiverse, and I fell through it, then it was like being thrown around in a powerful water current, I had little control over where I was going, though at the end I luckily ended up here, in this universe nearly 16 years ago.”

Before Winn could continue his line of question Lena took over and asked about everything that had been bothering her since the morning, “That’s good, but i think we’re getting a little side tracked, can you please tell us what you meant by when you said we can’t annul our marriage? and how do you know that Kara’s Supergirl?”

Harry’s lips thinned but she gave Lena a short nod then she conjured a black chair similar to the one that she made this morning, taking a seat she began, “Okay, so as far as your first question goes, our marriage is magical in nature, the rings on our hands *showing the superfriends her ring* are magical in nature and they serve as a marriage contract, their nature depends on the kind of vow their user takes during the ceremony, which in our case was ‘Till Death do us part’ as such we are bonded in this matrimony until we die.”

Winn’s jaw dropped, James facepalmed Alex and John’s eyes narrowed at the woman, Kara winced, Lena closed her eyes and took a deep breath, mean while Sam frowned and then she posed a simple and logical question to Harry, “Then why on earth did you take a vow like that?”

Both Harry and Buffy chuckled at this, Macaria and Dandy started glaring at Kara and Casper sighed softly, then Harry began, “Oh the blame for that lies solely on Supergirl, she insisted that we vow ‘Till death do us part’ and then when I and Lena objected to it even in our drunken state she started crying that we hated her, and the next thing I know we’re screaming the bloody vows.”

Sam and Winn winced and the rest of the superfriends sans Brainy gave Kara an deadpan look, while the blonde looked like she wanted to crawl in a hole.

Then John asked, “Even if Kara asked you to take those vows why did you do it? I can understand why Lena would take those vows, though she’d have preferred to have been more sober, and I mean no offense by this but if it had only been the two of them rather than the three of you. Also something I’ve been meaning to ask why did you have those rings with you? I can understand that they might be family heirlooms but they don’t look like something someone, anyone, would wander around with especially when they’re going to get intoxicated.”

All three of them blushed in different measures, then Harry cleared her throat and began, “Well, during our last days together Sirius often told me to at least once get drunk and do something spontaneous, and yesterday I had entered the bar to fulfill that little promise between us...” she had a wistful look on her face and no one in the room had the heart to make a single sound that might disturb the peace that had spread in her posture.

Soon she snapped back to reality, back from the memories of what was once her happy place Kara thought, taking a deep breath Harry continued, “Well any ways, it was my first time getting drunk, so I think I do deserve some leniency,” as the superfriends’ face clearly expressed their disbelief, she gave them a small smile and said, “I am just 32 years old, and I adopted Macaria when I was 12, i was always afraid that I would be a monster like Vernon, and that led to me never getting drunk.” she finished with a bitter chuckle.

Most of the Superfriends had adopted an expression ranging from pity to horror as they remembered that, this woman was Harry Potter, and even if as she said some things were different from the books some others were still similar, like the Dursleys and their cruelty, but surprisingly or perhaps not so surprisingly Winn, Sam, and Lena had a look of understanding, understanding the feeling of not wanting to become the monsters and demons they ran from, of the feeling of wanting to protect your loved ones from even their dark shadows.

“And as far as the ring is concerned, I didn’t have it with me till before Kara suggested that we get married, so Lena objected to it first on the basis that we didn’t had any wedding rings for us and when she did that, in my intoxicated state I simply wished that I had some wedding rings and those rings suddenly appeared in my closed fist, from the Gringotts vault they were supposed to be in, all the way across that universe to this one.” she concluded with a dry look that said I rest my case.

Sam and Alex turned to their respective younger sisters and promptly face palmed.

A/n : sorry to leave this here, if anyone is even reading this, but kind of felt like a good end to the chapter. ciao,

see ya next time hope you’re safe and happy!

#supergirl #harry potter #kara danvers #lena luthor #fem!harry

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Are You Ready?

by J. C. Ryle

I Ask you a plain question: Are you ready?

Are you ready for sickness? You cannot expect to be always well. You have a body fearfully and wonderfully made: it is awful to think how many diseases may assail it.

"Strange that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long!"

Pain and weakness are a hard trial. They can bow down the strong man and make him like a child. They can weary the temper and exhaust the patience, and make men cry in the morning, "Would God it were evening," and in the evening, "Would God it were morning." All this may come to pass this very year. Your reason may be shattered,-your senses may be weakened, your nerves may be unstrung: the very grasshopper may become a burden. Reader, if sickness comes upon you, are you ready?

Are you ready for affliction? "Man," says the Scripture, "is born to sorrow." This witness is true. Your property may be taken from you, your riches may make themselves wings and flee away, your friends may fail you, your children may disappoint you, your servants may deceive you; your character may be assailed, your conduct may be misrepresented: troubles, annoyances, vexations, anxieties, may surround you on every side, like a host of armed men; wave upon wave may burst over your head; you may feel worn and worried, and crushed to the dust. Reader, if affliction comes upon you, are you ready?

Are you ready for bereavements? No doubt there are those in the world that you love. There are those whose names are graven on your heart, and round whom your affections are entwined: there are those who are the light of your eyes, and the very sunshine of your existence. But they are all mortal: any one of them may die this year. Before the daisies blossom again, any one of them may be lying in the tomb. Your Rachel may be buried,-your Joseph may be taken from you,-your dearest idol may be broken: bitter tears and deep mourning may be your portion. Before December you may feel terribly alone. Reader, if bereavement comes upon you, are you ready?

Are you ready for death? It must come some day: it may come this year. You cannot live always. This very year may be your last. You have no freehold in this world,-you have not so much as a lease: you are nothing better than a tenant at God's will. Your last sickness may come upon you, and give you notice to quit,-the doctor may visit you, and exhaust his skill over your case,-your friends may sit by your bedside, and look graver and graver every day: you may feel your own strength gradually wasting, and find something saying within, "I shall not come down from this bed, but die." You may see the world slipping from beneath your feet, and all your schemes and plans suddenly stopped short. You may feel yourself drawing near to the coffin, and the grave, and the worm, and an unseen world, and eternity, and God. Reader, if death should come upon you, are you ready?

Are you ready for the Second Coming of Christ? He will come again to this world one day. As surely as He came the first time, 1800 years ago, so surely will He come the second time. He will come to reward all His saints, who have believed in Him and confessed Him upon earth. He will come to punish all His enemies,-the careless, the ungodly, the impenitent, and the unbelieving. He will come very suddenly, at an hour when no man thinketh: as a thief in the night. He will come in terrible majesty, in the glory of His Father, with the holy angels. A flaming fire shall go before Him. The dead shall be raised,-the judgment shall be set,-the books shall be opened! Some shall be exalted into heaven: many, very many, shall be cast down to hell. The time for repentance shall be past. Many shall cry, "Lord, Lord, open to us!" but find the door of mercy closed forever. After this there will be no change. Reader, if Christ should come the second time this year, are you ready?

O reader, these are solemn questions! They ought to make you examine yourself. They ought to make you think. It would be a terrible thing to be taken by surprise. It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.

But shall I leave you here? I will not do so. Shall I raise searchings of heart, and not set before you the way of life? I will not do so. Hear me for a few moments, while I try to show you the man that is ready.

He that is ready has a ready Saviour. He has Jesus ever ready to help him. He lives the life of faith in the Son of God. He has found out his own sinfulness, and fled to Christ for peace. He has committed his soul and all its concerns to Christ's keeping. If he has bitter cups of affliction to drink, he knows they are mixed by the hand that was nailed to the cross for his sins. If he is called to die, he knows that the grave is the place where the Lord lay. If those whom he loves are taken away, he remembers that Jesus is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother, and a husband who never dies. If the Lord should come again, he knows that he has nothing to fear. The Judge of all will be that very Jesus who has washed his sins away. Happy is that man who can say, with Hezekiah, "The Lord was ready to save me" (Isaiah 38:20).

He that is ready has a ready heart. He has been born again, and renewed in the spirit of his mind. The Holy Ghost has shown him the true value of all here below, and taught him to set his affections on things above. The Holy Ghost has shown him his own deserts, and made him feel that he ought to be thankful for everything; and satisfied with any condition. If affliction comes upon him, his heart whispers, "There must be a needs be. I deserve correction. It is meant to teach me some useful lesson." If bereavement comes upon him, his heart reminds him that the Lord gave and the Lord must take away, whenever He sees fit. If death draws near, his heart says, "My times are in Thy hand: as Thou wilt, when Thou wilt, and where Thou wilt." If the Lord should come, his heart would cry, "This is the day I have long prayed for: the kingdom of God is come at last." Blessed is he who has a ready heart.

He that is ready has a home ready for him in heaven. The Lord Jesus Christ has told him that He is gone "to prepare a place" for him. A house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens, awaits him. He is not yet come to his full inheritance: his best things are yet to come. He can bear sickness, for yet a little time he shall have a glorious body. He can bear losses and crosses, for his choicest treasures are far beyond the reach of harm. He can bear disappointments, for the springs of his greatest happiness can never be made dry. He can think calmly of death: it will open a door for him from the lower house to the upper chamber,-even the presence of the King. He is immortal till his work is done. He can look forward to the coming of the Lord without alarm. He knows that they who are ready will enter in with Him to the marriage supper of the Lamb. Happy is that man whose lodging is prepared for him in the kingdom of Christ.

Reader, do you know anything of the things I have just spoken of? Do you know anything of a ready Saviour, a ready heart, and a ready home in heaven? Examine yourself honestly. How does the matter stand?

Oh, be merciful to your own soul! Have compassion on that immortal part of you. Do not neglect its interest, for the sake of mere worldly objects. Business, pleasure, money, politics, will soon be done with forever. Do not refuse to consider the question I ask you, - Are You Ready?

Reader, if you are not ready, I beseech you to make ready without delay. I tell you, in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, that all things are ready on God's part for your salvation. The Father is ready to receive you,-the Lord Jesus is ready to wash your sins away,-the Spirit is ready to renew and sanctify you,-angels are ready to rejoice over you,-saints are ready to hold out the right hand to you. Oh, why not make ready this very year? Reader, if you have reason to hope you are ready, I advise you to make sure. Walk more closely with God,-get nearer to Christ,-seek to exchange hope for assurance. Seek to feel the witness of the Spirit more closely and distinctly every year. Lay aside every weight, and the sin that so easily besets you. Press towards the mark more earnestly. Fight a better fight, and war a better warfare every year you live. Pray more,-read more,-mortify self more,-love the brethren more. Oh that you may endeavour so to grow in grace every year, that your last things may be far more than your first, and the end of your Christian course far better than the beginning!

#Are You Ready?#J. C. Ryle #Isaiah 38:20 #devotional reading #sickness #trials #day of trouble #prepared

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