#this is over 1000 words jesus christ. all i can say is i am sorry. except i am not really i love talking about my special boy

[deepfriedpaddymayne]

Hi! I was wondering what you think about Augustin's sexuality esp during the getting pinned down/almost killed by Paddy scene=) I think he seems to enjoy it for a second, then gets annoyed and throws out the wife and kid line. But he also seems SO intrigued by him afterwards. Is he just comfortable in his sexuality?

hello anon first of all I am sorry for taking so long to answer this, it has been sitting in my brain for a long time. second of all mwah smooching you on the forehead for giving me an opportunity to ramble about my special boy

I am gonna preface this with the fact that while we do get a decent enough look at Augustin in the only two episodes we have him in, we do only have him around for two episodes. this means that a lot of my personal way of characterising Augustin is extrapolated from the little information we have, or from what I think makes a nice contrast with Paddy, because obviously those two are meant to be foils/parallels/mirrors/whatever it was that they were gonna do with them before the rewrites. replying to this ask is basically me explaining the process behind some of this extrapolation, because I think about Augustin Jordan a regular amount.

I personally find the way Augustin relates to his sexuality just... fascinating. on my first watch of The Sand Wrestling scene, my first impression was that the guy had to be ridiculously touch starved, because, like. it is undeniable that, even for just a few seconds, he was enjoying himself there. and okay, intricate rituals and homoeroticism and all of those things, but even then, Paddy is literally holding a knife to his throat. that should make you a little tense even if you are into sweaty wrestling with hot poets! and instead, Augustin is relaxing into it. as soon as the immediate fear goes away, he fucking melts under Paddy for a few seconds, and that's when the annoyance kicks in, after which his reactions seem a little more - contained, almost? he generally moves less and starts shushing Paddy, and then when he gets up shortly after he looks SO irritated (which is also so funny imo - my guy was just pinned to the ground with a knife to his throat by a guy who's famously insane and the most negativity he can muster is 'well that was annoying'). but of course, as you point out, after that, he is very obviously intrigued by Paddy - he's SO delighted when he realises that Paddy did just invite him to play russian roulette to prove a point, and in that entire scene he alternates between "my man you are insane what the hell" and "my man you are insane what the hell 👀". and the most obvious explanation for this is, ok, he's just very touch starved. sometimes it's just nice being held, even if that involves being threatened with a knife, you know? BUT WE KNOW HE'S NOT TOUCH STARVED. becuase we see him be physically affectionate with the rest of the French! he's not a loner who hasn't had any human touch in years!

which leads me to go, ok, well, then he's got to be very repressed. because that scene is quite sexual, blah blah blah homoeroticism of violence, while the rest of the affection we see him share with the others reads, at least to me, as very platonic. SO there is definitely some layer of repression going on - but I don't think it's a blanket repression of his sexuality. he's too confident later, when he goes up to Paddy and basically asks him if he's single while smoking his slutty little cigarette, to be someone who altogether panics at the concept of being into men. so WHY does he seem so irritated in the sand wrestling scene, and why does he throw in that line about having a wife and child? and I think the answer is that Augustin is a fairly controlled person. take the very composed confidence with which he shuts down Paddy's quoting TS Eliot at him, take the way he explains very flatly that they are used to following orders, take the fact that what he says to Paddy after the russian roulette is that they are here to defeat fascism, such a weirdly rational, to-the-point reaction to that entire interaction. he's upset in that moment, but he's getting himself together. he is very upset later, in episode 5, when he realises they've been betrayed, and even then, he keeps it together when he realises what Halevy is going to do, enough to encourage him and get himself out of there. Augustin is good at keeping it together, but here is the other thing - I think it's a facade. I think he's actually EXTREMELY intense, and this controlled rationality is not natural, it's learned. I am not sure why he would - though, again, I would guess that being gay in the 30s and 40s does all sorts of things to you - but I think he's taught himself to keep it together. and I think that's WHY he's so fascinated with Paddy, because Paddy is all but controlled. Paddy is a lot less insane than most people frame him as, but he is a wild, unbridled flood of emotion - especially when Augustin meets him, after Eoin, when the lines between feigned and real insanity start to blur. and I think seeing someone that's both so similar and so different from him is both scary and intoxicating for Augustin. imagine you spent your whole life teaching yourself to control your emotions and keep it together and then you meet a guy that's you, but whose heart is on his sleeve and constantly bleeding. terrifying, sure, but MAN, it must be a sight to behold.

and I think if you look at the sand wrestling scene from that angle, it makes it all make sense. he goes from the first moment of panic to elation to annoyance - and I think the annoyance is mostly at himself, because he's caught himself slipping, he's caught himself experiencing that rush of fear and adrenaline and probably attraction with a little too much pleasure. and that's why he says that he has a wife and child - not really because it's the being gay that he's repressing, but because he's kind of panicking at that flood of emotion (I personally believe he's lying in that moment - I know that it's possible that his file saying otherwise was just a mistake, but it's waaaay more interesting to me if he's lying. and, for what it's worth, the guy doesn't wear a wedding ring, on his hand or around his neck or anywhere else the costume department could have put it on him to signal that he's married). but later on, when he goes up to Paddy that evening, he's had enough time to kind of rationalise that emotion and slot it in a "well, yeah, that was kind of hot, but that's normal! regular body reaction to being pinned down by a hot man. nothing to unpack here", which obviously, insane thing to think, but it probably works for him, and I think that's why that relaxed confidence is back (of course, kinda too late by this point - my man is insane and now he's smitten).

so, tl;dr: I think Augustin is comfortable in his sexuality in the sense that I don't personally think he has too much of a problem with being attracted to men, but I do think he has a problem with, sort of, intense emotions and desire that he can't really control, and that's why he gets kind of irritated in that one scene. at the same time, he probably does want to break out of that strict control he's put himself in, which explains why he's immediately so taken with Paddy.

#this is over 1000 words jesus christ. all i can say is i am sorry. except i am not really i love talking about my special boy #i hope this vaguely answered your question anon. i think about augustin jordan a regular amount #sas rogue heroes #augustin jordan #paddy x augustin #oscar answers questions #idk i just think. augustin being both the same and the opposite to paddy in the sense that he's just as intense but wayyyyy more controlled #to the point of repression #is the most fascinating way to think about the two of them #because that way they can kind of influence each other either way #because i feel like paddy feels his emotions a lot but in a way where they tend to explode in his face #while augustin keeps a tight lid on them but in a way that's suffocating #so with their powers combined. a functional human maybe #i feel like this was a very paddy/augustin answer but like! i'm sorry you're not gonna convince me that augustin wasn't sooo into him! #like you can make an argument for paddy because he was still grieving eoin and that's messy but! augustin had such an embarrassing crush

[dreamerstreamer]

Never Meant To Be Yours

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x gn!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] Wilbur Soot’s heart may belong to you, but yours? Well...

Warnings: some cursing (hi, Tommy) + one scene with slight violence 

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: i realized that i hadn’t written a story that was strictly just angst, so... ta-da! this story takes place during the betrayal of l’manberg. inspired by both the events of the smp and also heathers: the musical. remember folks: pog through the pain <3

The campfire crackled and popped as Wilbur tossed another stick into the roaring flames, the embers leaping up and soaring into the starry night sky. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance as Tommy opened his mouth again.

“I’m fucking telling you, Wilbur. Just let me sharpen some sticks and I can win this war for L’Ma—”

Wilbur sighed, reaching over to rip the two branches from Tommy’s hands. “Tommy, if you pick up another set of sticks one more time, I will throw your discs into the fire.”

Tommy gasped, absolutely appalled that he would even suggest it. “Big man, you wouldn’t fucking dare—”

“No,” Tubbo said, smiling as he threw some more kindle into the fire, “I’m pretty sure he would.”

“Oh, he definitely would,” Fundy confirmed, his tail swishing this way and that as he looked on in amusement.

Tommy frowned, snatching another stick from the firewood pile and turning to glare at Wilbur from where he sat on his log. “Fucking fight me for them, you beanie bitch.”

Wilbur stared back, unimpressed and his patience wearing thin. “Tommy,” he said, “I’m not doing this, again.”

“Oh? Are you scared of my sharpness 1000 sti—”

Without even an ounce of hesitation, Wilbur grabbed Tommy by his arms and hoisted him into the air, his feet dangling dangerously close to the campfire. Fundy hooted as Tommy let out a piercing scream, Tubbo watching with wide eyes and a grin on his face as the flames licked at the soles of his shoes. “I swear to fucking god, Tommy,” Wilbur nearly shouted, “I am going to drop you into the fi—”

“You lot seem like you’re having fun.”

Wilbur froze, Tommy practically melting in his arms in relief. “Thank the lord, I’m saved,” he muttered.

You walked over to the group with a small wave and a bashful grin. In an instant, Wilbur had released Tommy, dropping him back onto the log as he walked over to you. The irritation seeped out of his bones as he took in the sight of your face, your eyes glowing in the golden light of the campfire.

“You’re finally here,” he said, leaning over to press a quick peck to your cheek before sitting once more.

You giggled, settling into the space next to him. “Hi.”

Beside you, Tommy made a gagging noise. “Jesus Christ, you guys are actually fucking gross. I would never do some shit like that.”

You gave him a quizzical look. “But Tommy,” you pointed out, “I thought you loved women. Don’t you want to date one, one day?”

“I do love women!” Tommy confirmed. “And I respect them! But you know me, [Y/N].” He patted his chest, smirking with pride. “I’m married to the grind.”

You tilted your head at him, bemused. “Are you, now?”

He nodded with full confidence. “Of course I am!”

“And you didn’t invite me to the wedding?”

Tommy shot you a condescending look. “The grind and I have been married far longer than you and Wilbur have even been together—hell, I’d say we’re a better fucking couple than you two!”

You feigned a gasp and turned to your lover with a dramatic pout. “Hey, Will? Do you hear that? Tommy says his marriage to the grind is better than our relationship.”

Wilbur paused for a moment, blinking, then shrugged. “Well, that’s an easy fix.”

Confusion flashed across Tommy’s face. “How?”

Wilbur stood up and turned to look at you, a serious expression crossing his face. “I suppose we’ll just have to get married.”

You felt your jaw drop, a wave of shock running through you as Tommy sputtered, “Pfft—what the fuck?”

Taking a deep breath, you sighed, rubbing your temples. “Will,” you said, “getting married in the middle of a war doesn’t exactly sound like the best idea you’ve had.”

“But Wilbur never has good ide—”

“Well,” Wilbur said, cutting Tommy off, “how else are we going to beat Tommy and the grind?”

You cocked a brow at him. “Are you implying that are relationship isn’t already stronger than Tommy’s with the grind? That we have to prove it?”

Now it was Wilbur’s turn to sputter. “No, uh, I’m just, um—”

“Will,” you said again, “you realize you have a son that we both care for, right?”

Wilbur paused. “Oh. Right.”

You could see Fundy groan from the other side of the campfire, hanging his head in his hands. “Jeez, thanks, dad.”

Wilbur flashed his son a bright grin. “You’re welcome, son.” He whirled, triumphantly pointing at Tommy’s face. “See? Do you and the grind have a physical representation of your love in the form of another living being?”

Tommy’s face contorted in disgust. “Wilbur, what the fuck, no. I’m a fucking minor.”

The smile dropped from Wilbur’s face like a dead fly. “Oh. Right.”

Tubbo let out a whistle, raising his fist in the air. “Aaand, scene! That’s a point for Tommy!” He shook his head apologetically at the general. “Sorry, Wilbur, but you lose.”

Wilbur looked offended. “How did I lose? [Y/N] and I have a Fundy!”

Tubbo’s expression shifted to something more serious. “Didn’t you know that I’m a lawyer, Wilbur? You don’t mess with the law.”

Fundy let out another groan as Tommy howled in delight. “Oh, no.”

“Big Law is back!”

It didn’t take long for the bickering to start up again, and you found yourself zoning out, simply smiling and nodding every once in a while. A lone crow squawked in the trees above you, and you cast your gaze up at the night sky, watching as the campfire sparks danced and faded into the shadows above. Something stirred deep within your chest. 

It really was a lovely night, and you were surrounded by some lovely people, even if they were rather chaotic. With the campfire keeping you warm and their peals of laughter tugging at your lips, you almost felt sad.

Only a few more days remained of this idyllic life. Just a few days more until—

“[Y/N]? Are you okay?”

Wilbur’s worried voice drew you out of your thoughts and you turned to face him, plastering a small smile to your face. “Yep! Just thinking.”

He leaned down to peer closer at you, his gaze scanning your face. “What about?”

You averted your eyes from his, your cheeks dancing with warmth. “About you.”

He grinned and pulled you into his chest, ignoring the way Tommy pretended to choke at the sight. You giggled, your hands wrapped around Wilbur’s arm in return as he held you close.

High above you, the stars winked down at you from the pitch black sky, waiting and watching to see what came next.

Wilbur sighed, staring down at the map on his desk.

Just how was he going to stage an attack on a nation as large as the Dream SMP? Every opening would have been accounted for, and Dream was not a foe to be taken lightly. Even if all of them came in, bows blazing and swords drawn, Dream was still very much capable of taking them on, even by himself. That, he knew, and that was what weighed him down.

He slumped over, dragging a hand over his face. What in the world was he going to do?

A knock sounded at his door, startling him out of his thoughts.

“Knock knock,” you greeted, leaning against the doorframe with a smile. “You doing alright in there?”

Wilbur offered you a tired smile. “Not really, if I’m being honest.”

You stepped inside, slipping into the seat next to his. “What’s going on? Tell me.”

He sighed. “It—It’s just that the odds are so incredibly stacked against us.” His eyes were sad as he stared blankly down at the parchment. “It makes me wonder, is freedom even attainable, or is it just another one of my silly pipe dreams?”

You frowned, reaching over to stroke his face with the back of your hand. “Freedom is more than just a dream, Will. You know that.” You squeezed his shoulder. “Fundy is living proof of that. Your son is living proof of that. He was born in these walls, remember?” Your voice dropped to a whisper, and it sent a shiver down his spine. “He was born free.”

You pulled away from him, sending him a sugary grin. “We can become free, Will. I know you can do it. You’re not alone. You have me. You have us.”

His smiled crookedly at you. “Even Tommy?”

The look in your eyes was kind as you giggled. “Yes, even Tommy. I’m sure of it. Why else would you have made him your right hand man?”

He chuckled, turning his attention away from the map and onto you. “You’re right. You always know how to make me feel better, [Y/N].”

You offered him a small smile. “I try my best.”

The two of you set into a comfortable silence for a moment or two with you watching Wilbur strategically move pieces across the map while he jotted down notes on a slip of paper. It was only after a few minutes had passed when you spoke up once more.

“Hey,” you said softly, reaching over his ink well to slip your hand in his, “I want to show you something that’ll make you feel even better.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, his hand freezing on its quill. “Oh?”

You nodded, smiling sweetly at him. “I’ve been working on it for a little while, and I really think it’ll help us win that freedom of ours.”

He smiled at you, his gaze fond as he stood, setting his quill on the table. “Let me gather the men and I’ll be right there.”

It only took him a few minutes for him to rally everyone together, although he did have to silence Tommy when he let loose a string of curses yelling about his dedication to the grind. In practically no time, the whole battalion stood in front of you, eager to see what you had in store.

“Alright,” Wilbur said, bowing towards you, “lead the way.”

You grinned, jokingly curtsying back before turning on you heel, a skip lining your step as you strode toward a small tree sitting near the edge of the walls. “If you come down here,” you began, sliding down the side of the hill to point behind the tree, “you’ll see that there’s actually a small entranceway here.”

Wilbur’s eyes widened in surprise. There really was a hole in the hill dug out just here. He wondered just when you made it. “How the fuck did you keep this hidden from us?” Tommy muttered, squinting as you led them inside. “You didn’t even try to hide the fucking door.”

You shrugged, still strolling comfortably. “It was pretty out of the way and it faces the wall itself, so you weren’t likely to spot it, anyways. I didn’t really think it was necessary.”

The walls were dark and dank, lit up only be the occasional torch, but even then it was still dim. “This is a long tunnel,” Tubbo murmured after they had been walking for a minute or two, his head swiveling this way and that as he took in his surroundings.

You laughed. “Well, this place was pretty well-hidden, if I do say so myself.” Suddenly, you stopped, turning to look at the rest of the group. “Well, lads, here it is.”

You stepped in and to the side, and Wilbur gasped.

Lying just within the hill was a grand room. Every surface was made of smooth, polished, black bricks, and pale blue lanterns hung from each corner of the room, emitting a faint light that painted the room in an enchanting glow. Chests lined the walls, and in the center of the room sat a single button atop a panel.

Wilbur was floored—he had no idea when you had built all this.

“What is this place?” Fundy asked, his dark eyes wide with awe.

You hummed, tapping a finger on your chin as you strode to the middle of the room. “Well, I guess you could call it a secret base, but I’ve been calling it the final control room.” Something glinted in your eyes. “I spent a lot of time gathering resources and forging weaponry that we can use to fight.” You pointed at each labelled box with delight. “Look—you each have your own chest!”

Wilbur felt his heart swell with pride. Just when he didn’t think you could be any more perfect, you just had to shatter his expectations.

Everyone split apart, each rushing toward their respective chest with anticipation thrumming in their fingertips. Wilbur grinned as he reached his, unlatching the clasp on the front and flipping the lid open to reveal... nothing.

There wasn’t anything in the chest.

Uneasiness seeped into his stomach.

“[Y/N],” he said slowly, turning to look at you, “these chests are empty.”

You still stood in the center of the room, sending him that same sweet smile you always did.

“I know,” you said, lifting your hand to hover over the singular button lying on the control panel.

Something like terror struck his heart.

“[Y/N]?” he whispered.

It was only then that he noticed how cold your eyes were.

“It was never meant to be.”

What came next happened so quickly that Wilbur almost didn’t process it. He watched as your hand slammed down on the button, and a hole in the wall opened up to reveal the Dream SMP, their swords unsheathed and armour polished to shining. Screams rang out all around him, echoing in the tiny chamber of the so-called final control room. He could only watch in horror as his men were slaughtered at his side until a sword pierced his chest as well.

With a pained gasp, he looked up to you as he fell back, disbelief and the pure, utter pain of betrayal sinking into his veins while he coughed for air.

You still wore that saccharine smile of yours, the one he had fallen for long, long ago. Something menacing shone in your eyes.

He wondered how you could still be smiling at a time like this as his world went dark.

Wilbur awoke with a gasp, lurching forward with wide eyes. Panting, his hand flew to his chest, grasping at where he was just stabbed—or had been stabbed. His shoulders sank in relief as his fingertips met unmarred skin and the softness of his shirt, a sigh escaping his lips.

Coming back after death never really got any easier after the first time. He could only wonder what Tommy and Tubbo were going through—they were so young.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

Wilbur’s head shot to the side, his eyes briefly noting the fact that he was indeed lying on the bed in his room. On the opposite side of the room, you sat on a wooden chair, a book clutched between your fingertips. Something warm flitted through his chest as his eyes met yours, and he almost felt glad to see you.

Almost.

“What are you doing here?” he spat, a cruelty he had never felt for you before brewing within his gut. “Why are you even here?”

You blinked innocently at him, shutting the book in your hands and setting it on the table next to you. It was the declaration of independence, he noted with disgust. He felt sick knowing that you held it in yours hands, that you even signed it at all.

“I’m keeping you company,” you said casually, as if nothing had happened at all, as if you hadn’t just gotten him killed. “I didn’t want you to be lonely.”

Rage ripped through him, roaring through him like a wildfire. With shoulders shaking with agony, he tore the sheets from off his legs. “‘Didn’t want me to be lonely’?” he parroted mockingly as he stood to his full height. His glare was as cold as ice. “Is this some sick joke to you?”

You tilted your head at him, your mouth remaining a straight line—hard and firm. “Not particularly, no.”

That was when it hit him—when everything came crashing into him all at once.

You had sold them out.

You had abandoned them.

Did you mean anything you ever said to him? Did you ever really love him? Were your kisses ever real? Did his love really mean nothing to you? 

“[Y/N],” he breathed, horror wracking his every word, “what have you done?”

You stared at him, your expression blank and unreadable—an impenetrable wall standing between him and your psyche. He hated it. He hated how unreadable you were in this moment, and his anger older burned brighter.

“What were you thinking?” he shouted, his voice growing louder and louder. He ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, pushing it away from his soot-stained face. “We were going to get married. We—we were going to start a new life together. With Tommy, and Tubbo. Niki. Fundy, my son.” His eyes flashed. “Our son. Whatever happened to that?”

He sank to his knees, suddenly feeling very tired. The fire burned out, and an indescribable sense of sadness flowed in instead, flooding every inch of his being. He felt his eyes begin to water as you simply stared down at him, unfeeling and harsh. His voice cracked.

“[Y/N], why?”

There was no denying what you had done. He had seen it with his own two eyes, had watched a wicked glint creep into your gaze as you pressed the button and vanished.

You were a traitor, through and through, yet he still could not fathom why.

Suddenly, you took a stood, taking a slow and deliberate step toward him. Wilbur’s breath hitched in his throat as he saw you draw closer and closer, his heart pounding in his ears. Even after all that you’d done, after you’d betrayed him, his heart still yearned for you—still ached for you.

Just a step before you reached him, you stopped, crouching down to be level with him. For a moment, you simply stared at him with those eyes—those eyes he loved so, so much. Then, you opened your mouth.

“Wilbur,” you murmured, soft enough only for him to hear. “Oh, my darling, lovely Wilbur.”

Your voice was sickly sweet, dripping like honey that stuck to the roof of his mouth. He swallowed, the tiniest flicker of hope igniting in his heart. Perhaps this was all just some big misunderstanding, some prank that you were pulling on him—you always did love your mischief.

You smiled at him, the glimmer in your eyes wicked and unkind as you stood up. The sun hung just behind you in the sky, framing your face in a heavenly glow.

In another life, you would have looked like an angel.

“I was never meant to be yours.”

His heart shattered.

The tears were now freely streaming down his cheeks, running down like tiny rivers. He half-hoped that he would drown in them, that he would never have to see your beautifully wretched face again for as long as he lived.

Bending over, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, pulling away just a second later after gently patting his head. The spot where your lips met his skin burned, and he hated himself for wishing you would stay.

You strode over to the door, swinging it open with one last glance over your shoulder and an empty half-smile. “Goodbye, Will.”

The door closed. Wilbur stared at the solid oak wood, feeling an abyss open up inside him.

Gone—you were gone.

And he was left alone.

So much for getting married.

“Was it worth it?”

You stopped swinging your legs from the gold throne you sat upon and cast a glance up at Dream, his green eyes boring into you from where he was perched on the chandelier. How he got up there, you still had no idea.

“Was what worth it?” you asked, examining a diamond between your fingers.

He cocked his head at you, gesturing to the castle surrounding the two of you. “This life. Your new title. You gave up so much for them, after all.” He began counting off on his fingers, his lips quirking. “You faked a relationship with Wilbur, pretended to love his son, befriended that brat, Tommy, and then blew it all to smithereens for the crown on your head.”

His gaze flickered back to yours. “Well?” he said again. “Was it worth it?”

You looked at him for a long moment, your expression pensive.

You thought of soft, brown curls tickling against your face as you awoke on the couch. You thought of fluttering laughter and bashful giggles. You thought of a pearly white grin flashing at you from the other side of the campfire. You thought of an old acoustic guitar that was almost always just a little out of tune. You thought of gentle kisses pressed to hands, cheeks, necks, and mouths. 

You thought of Wilbur Soot.

And you smiled and felt nothing.

“Yes.”

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Tattoos- C.H

Tattoos

Was a fresh day in LA, the weather was cool and that was why she liked the mornings 'cause the air was stills a little cold, a good cold, and she loved that feeling of the sweat emerging from her body and mixing up with the cool air. She put on her AirPods and went for a hike. Her usual route. Something about an hour later she decided to head back home for a good shower and maybe some breakfast. The sweat made her feel gross and her legs and thighs were burning already, so, yeah it was time to turn around and make her way back. When she arrived at her lawn she saw him sitting on the doorstep, smoking a cigarette and staring at the blue sky. Watching the white smoke fade away to the atmosphere. She smiled and felt her heart beating faster, stopping in front of him and waving her hand in front of his face "Earth to Calum, Mr. Hood are you there?" he looked into her eyes and smiled what made her smiled too "hey, beautiful" his voice came out like a whisper "'re you alright?" "I'm pretty sure that 'm way better now" "what are you doing here?" "good to see you too" she rolled her eyes "you know what I meant" he grinned "want to talk with you" "okay, just will take a shower first" she grabbed her keys and opened the door "are you coming?" he threw the cigarette on the floor and stubbed with his plaided Vans and followed her inside. Once the door was closed he pulled her closer and rested his hands on her hips pressing her against his body, her hands caressing his chest "are you really okay?" "yeah, just missed you" he was in Sidney visiting his parents for the last two weeks "missed you too" she squeezed his shoulders and slipped her hands to his neck and kept there. He tried to kiss her, but she didn't let him "what's wrong?" "I am gross" "what?" "I was running, so I'm sweaty and gross" "you are not gross and I kinda like you that way" she blinked in confusion "you know? Wet..." he blushed at his own words, she giggled "oh, behave!" he laughed squeezing his eyes "I am being honest" "I appreciate it, but I will shower anyways" "oh, come on… 2 weeks without you" he was almost begging and his gaze was burning hers "needing you so bad..." he pouted, but she smiled naughtily and escaped from his hands, making her way upstairs to the bathroom. He followed her and stopped at the doorway where leaned his shoulder and stood to watch her undress "Like what you see?" she teased and he nodded in agreement looking like a 13 years old virgin boy that never saw a naked woman out of a Playboy magazine cover before, what made she smile "are you amused with my despair?" "More than I should" "was long two weeks..." he blushed again and rubbed his neck "know that. My fingers are killing me" she stretched her fingers, winked at him and walked towards the bathroom letting an embarrassed Calum by himself. He slowly walked inside her bedroom and stopped at the bathroom's doorway "hey..." "yes?" "Can I join you?" "I thought you'll never ask. Come in" he unclothed himself and entered into the small space, enjoying the warmth of the hot water and struggling to not look at her body. He knew that they have a 'thing', but did not wants to be disrespectful with her, even that keep his eyes away from her shapes was almost an impossible mission. She, otherwise, gave a good look in his body almost eating him with her gaze "heya" he took her off the trance that his beauty put her in, making her look to his face and smile "hey" he swallowed nervously, he always felt a little bit nervous when was with her "you always feel that nervous when you're with a girl?" "Uh, depends" "of what?" she moved closer and put her hands on his chest, making him feel more nervous than before "well, I really like you" he rubbed his nape and she smiled "like you too" he tried to kiss her again, but she escaped once more "I'm still gross" "you still look good for me" she chuckled and bit her bottom lip "thanks" he tried again, but she still didn't let him "no! I'm dirty" "you are always dirty. Especially your mind" they laughed together "well, look who is thinking dirty now" she

teased "learned with the best" she licked her lips, grabbed a bar of soap and finally began to soap up and clean all that sweat from her. He stopped fighting with himself and let his gaze fall down to her body 'till stop in her chest "I always get amazed when I see this tattoo" he was talking about a cherry blossom tattoo that she has under her left breast "It's not a big deal" "for you" "I forget that people cannot see it every day like I can" "people?" "oh come on I have this since sixteen and you're not the first boy I slept with." "I know... Wait! 16?" she bit her bottom lip and looked at him knowing that he wasn't surprised with the fact that she made the tattoo with sixteen, but he (somehow) knew that her virginity had been lost not much more time after she made the tattoo. He just knew her, inexplicably. She smiled naughtily, her eyes screaming 'yes, I'm quite slutty when I want to', but he already knew it. Instead of speaking, he just lifted his eyebrows and nodded in acknowledgment "relax, I am not sleeping with anyone else" he rubbed his thumb on the top of her left breast "Me too" he said simple, hypnotized with her body. She smiled "you're lucky" "me? For what?" "See you like this every day" she laughed while rubbed the soap on his chest "do you think?" "Ye-yes" "well, thank you" he smiled softly, trying not to freak out with her hands rubbing his body and with the tiny distance between their naked bodies. A simple shower never had been so hot before. Plus the fact she didn't let him touch her "just… I'm just saying the truth" "you can see me naked every time you want too" "can I?" "yeah, just close your eyes and let the memories come" he giggled "where these ideas come from?" "Friends. Ross said it to Rachel" "Do you do that?" "Do I really have to answer?" she raised an eyebrow, he giggled "no. Sixteen" he said with amusement in his voice and she rolled her eyes smiling right after that "but thanks for the tip" "do you like another tattoo?" "let's see..." he took the chance to look at her body without feeling a jerk "…that rose on your groin and the 'bite me' on your butt" "really? You spend so much time on the bottom of my body..." he turned back so she could soap his back and then turned again to look her into her eyes "well, I'm usually busy" they both laughed and she put the soap back on the soapdish. They let the water wash their bodies in a comfortable silence then he pulled her closed by the waist to hug her and this time she did not escape from the kiss. She broke the kiss and took a deep breath turning into her heels to grab a towel "I will get one for you" then gave her back to him, leaving the shower, but not before he slaps her butt what made her look to his amused expression "Don't you know how to read? It's 'bite me' not 'slap me'" he laughed and she smiled "hey, Cal" "hum?" "Thanks for trying to keep your gaze into my eyes, you didn't need to, but was nice from you" he smiled "I mean, most part of the time" he blushed "well, I can't help myself" "It's okay, I can't too" then she looked for his body once more and disappeared into her bedroom soon coming back and dropping a towel on Calum's hand. "Want to go out for some breakfast while we talk?" "sure" "great".

*

They were in a gas station (I say petrol, but they are in LA, so... 🤷‍♀️ lmao) restaurant that made heavenly waffles with chicken, the perfect New Yorker combination. She was New Yorker. They ordered two "are you sure that it's a good combination?" "1000 percent" "ok, trust you" "good... so, want to talk about what?" "I..." he hesitated, she squeezed his hand while gave him a smooth gaze encouraging the handsome guy n front of her to continue "want to know if you will like to go out with me. I mean, on a proper date" she grinned and tangled their fingers "I will love to" he smiled and she leaned over the table to kiss him, but they were interrupted by a shy waitress "I'm so sorry" she smiled awkwardly to her, face centimeters from Calum's, being forced to sit on her place again "it's okay, I'm so starving that I could eat him" she joked and they laughed with her "I bet you could" he teased what made the waitress blush and quickly serves the meals, soon excusing herself "Calum!" "What?" He asked among his laugh "poor girl... just eat your 'chaffels'" "my what?" "'Chaffels' is half chicken half waffles" he laughed loudly "oh, you're unique" "yeah, now eat it!" "unique and bossy" she rolled her eyes and looked to his amused face "Okay, okay, I'm eating" he moaned in pleasure "holly shit! Jesus Christ! How I never ate that?" "I was wondering the same". After some minutes in Heaven he finished and let escape a harmless "I love you for this" her lips became a line and she blushed a little "don't say shit..." and put down her knife and forks "isn't shit" he looked into her eyes now with a serious expression across his face "oh, you don't love me" "really mean it. I love you" she smiled and bit her bottom lip "let's go". She stood up and grabbed his wrist after putting some money over the table and tugging Calum back to her place.

*

"Why we came back already?" He complained while they crossed her lawn. She asked him to close his eyes and in a moment she laid them on her bed, straddled his waist and kissed him. They went to Paradise.

After fucking deliciously, 2 times, he was with his back on her mattress staring at the ceiling one arm behind his head another one around her naked body half-covered by a duvet while she was resting against his chest, a finger rubbing his skin up and down, back and forth "Cal..." "hey" "I love you too" she mumbled and could feel his heart beating faster "do you?" "I think so..." he smiled and she smiled too "so, tell me about that date" "I actually don't know" "you don't know?!" now she was looking at his face trying to embarrass him "you really love to see me in pure despair, don't you?" She giggled and pressed her lips against his "More than I should" she laid again on his chest and after some minutes of silence he asked her "where'll you enjoy me to take you?" "I don't know and, honestly, I don't care" "what?" "I don't care about where. I will be with you and that is all that matters" he smiled and sat, putting her on his lap. He tucked a lock of hair, escaping from her messy bun, behind her ear and rubbed his thumb on her cheek, gently, and then pulled her for a passionate kiss "you are kinda the best thing that happened with me lately" she grinned "I don't know if you're being cute or lame" he laughed and kissed her once more, nothing mattered to him at that moment. "I love you" he whispered with foreheads glued "I love you" she whispered back "guess we love us" she smiled against his lips, it was more than enough for her. And he? He got a new tattoo: her name inked on his heart.

#calum hood #5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum blurb #5sos imagine #calum 5sos #i feel honestly lame writing these slushy things lmao #i blame coldplay and their vibes

[adultswim2021]

Ephemera Week (2002)

I really wonder how effectively I’ll be able to do this in 2003. In 2003, Adult Swim started doing the black and white text bumps, where they give max sass and NO EFFS (fucks), so every week had unique content. I definitely don’t have the resources to catalogue every bumper or even come up with a decent “best of”. Ephemera Corner 2003 may look very different. To quote my good friend Zorak, “Brak, do you ever think about the future?”. To this I say, yes. Yes, Zorak, I do.

BROADCAST ANOMALIES AND SPECIAL NIGHTS!

Adult Swim Action (and other stuff) | February 23, 2002

February 23rd was the first installment of Adult Swim Action. Up to this point, Adult Swim aired a block of mostly comedy capped off with Cowyboy Bebop. This was the first formal separation of Action and Comedy. I remember the bitter rivalry between the two fandoms on various message boards I posted on. It really did seem like a venn diagram with almost no overlap; action fans hated the comedy shows (maybe they liked one or two but hated the rest) and the same went for the comedy fans, except most of the comedy fans I knew were devout anime haters.

At the height of my anime animosity an internet ex-friend of mine started a message board called ANIME SUCKS. It was an experience I’ll always remember fondly. At it’s peak it had over 1000 members. All but about a dozen of those members were actually ANGRY anime fans who just stumbled on the board and were FURIOUS at us for being anti-anime, and we’d just act like obtuse dickheads about it. Like, we’d act stupider than they were and just wind them up.

We developed a few tricks to really set somebody off. For example: they’d write an impassioned defense of anime as an art form, and say something like “it’s not all like Pokemon or Dragonball Z”, to which we’d reply “actually those are the only two animes I like”. This really got them. There was a special thrill to just replying “miyazaki is an idiot” to a guy’s 6-paragraph essay about why anime was “good, actually”, prompting an even longer response. It was really fun! We didn’t have to harass people online, they’d just come to us to get abused. I’ve never seen bait get taken so effortlessly. One day that guy just closed the message board, locked everyone out, and disappeared forever.

That was some aside, huh? Anyway, the arrival of Adult Swim Action meant that Adult Swim stopped airing the Thursday night repeats of Adult Swim Comedy, which was a shame. It Also meant Adult Swim’s Sunday night had an extra hour to fill, which they did with Rocky & Bullwinkle and the Popeye Show. People complained. I didn’t. Vintage animation is just a different take on the “adult” label. Besides, I was used to tuning out by 12AM anyway, so even if I didn’t like those shows (I did!) I wasn’t missing anything, really. But yes, if it were a full hour of Space Ghost repeats I guess that would’ve been better.

The Lewis Lectures | May 19, 2002 - 12:45 AM

A repeat of Lewis Lectures? IT HAPPENED! But what was so different about this broadcast of Lewis Lectures? Well, they accidentally scrambled the SAP audio with the default English audio, causing the Spanish soundtrack to play in tandem with the English one. It was bloody well fucked mate. This is simply no longer England.

I remember becoming an Adult Swim completist and taping this, considering it some kind of void in my collection. Part of me wishes I saved the recording, so I could combine it with the inferior YouTube rip currently up and have a closer-to-pristine copy than the one that’s available. But also, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS IS LEWIS LECTURES WE ARE TALKING ABOUT. How much pain can I inflict on myself?

Harvey Birdman: Attorney at Law Mini-Marathon | September 15, 2002 - 11:00 PM

On this night they aired a little Harvey Birdman marathon of the 4 episodes. This was kinda baffling, as Birdman had 6 episodes to its name and they’d been repeated into the ground by this point. I guess it goes to show that Adult Swim kinda considered Birdman to be their prestige program. I’m hard-pressed to call any one Adult Swim show “smart” in a way that’s apparent on a shallow level. Birdman is set in a courtroom, animated the most competently out of all their other shows, and involved cultural references in a showy way. Like, Space Ghost having Dave Willis absurdly shout “UP THE CHAIN” in the background of a Space Ghost episode is almost just a weird easter egg. But Birdman? Birdman was name-dropping Hanna Barbera characters the same way Frasier would talk about whatever gay shit Frasier talked about.

They aired The Dabba Don, Shaggy Busted, Shoyu Weenie, Very Personal Injury in that order. I would’ve swapped Shaggy and Shoyu and for Bannon Custody Battle and Death by Chocolate, but that’s just me, I guess.

Adult Swim New Years Bash hosted by Carl and Brak | December 31, 2002 - 11:00 PM

Adult Swim officially ended 2002 with this: a night hosted by Carl and Brak in Times Square, watching the ball drop (which was FREAKING MEATWAD!!!!). I remember this night fondly. Unfortunately I can’t find the whole thing, but here’s a single segment I found on vimeo to give you some idea. I think I had it up at one point and Turner very annoyingly had it taken down.

I used to have this massive physical media collection; stuff on VHS and DVD and DVD-R that was meticulously catalogued. I ditched a lot of it in favor of digitizing stuff like this, eternally keeping it on hard drives that I meant to back up but never did. It seems more convenient, but it isn’t. If this were 2003 and I needed to show you this, I would be able to retrieve it from one of my many shelves. I might still have this, but would have no idea where to look for it and it would probably involve me getting in my car and going out to my storage unit and pulling every single box out. I turned it into ones an zeros and stuck it on a nondescript black box that could very well be dead. And now it’s not even on YouTube. Sad? Sure, it’s sad.

PEAK EPHEMERA

(phrase stolen from Grifthorse podcast)

Hey, here are some videos I found on YouTube in case you wanna go down a wormhole of watching old Adult Swim commercial breaks. May the gods of posterity keep them online forever:

February 4, 2002

Spring 2002

June 16, 2002

June 30, 2002

July 27, 2002

August 2002

November 17, 2002

November/December 2002

MAIL BAG:

This ends EPHEMERA WEEK. We’ll do actual episodes soon!

What's the scariest thing you seen on adult swim?

I don’t know if I have a real answer for this. I don’t think I actually get scared by stuff in movies or TV shows. I can’t even come up with a funny answer. Remember the end of that Metalocalypse episode where the little sick girl is dead and her eyes turn into maggots and you hear that screechy voice was like I’M DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!!! I’ll just go with that even though it made me laugh really hard

Ever watch Limmy's Show

I am content just being vaguely aware of Limmy (no, I never watched his show. Seems good).

Please don't do such a big mailbag. I couldn't believe how many r-words wrote inane bullshit to you. Let keep this blog about the real stars: Master Shake, Space Ghost, Brak, Zorak, Meatwad, Frylock, Debbie, Black Debbie, Carl, Sparks, Stormy, Hesh, Moltar, Harvery Birdman Captain Murphy, Dr. Quinn, Paula, Marco,  Brendon, Jason, Melissa, The Mooninites, the Plutonians, Peanut, Coach Mc Gurk, Mentok the Mindtaker, Virjay, Antoin, Colby, Trotter, Adair WE ARE THE UPRIGHT CITIZENS BRIGADE :)

I can’t believe this IDIOT doesn’t get that by typing such a long message he very IDIOTICALLY contributed to the length of the Maili Bag... LMFAO, what a IDIOT

This is maybe the funniest blog on tumblr. You really think these nasty little cartoons are special, huh?

Hey than-- oh :( Yeah, I guess so :(

would you like master shake if he did the whole thing

I’m sorry what

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #ephemera

[radiorenjun]

Lavender Antics.

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn.

→ Warnings: Very hurtful words. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Swearing, Making out. Suggestive?

→ Word Count: 3.5k

→ Credits to: @c-sanshine for giving me reference photos

→ Chapter: 1, 2

As you ran your fingers through the soft petals of the lavender standing up right in the pot before you, you gazed up at the soft colours of the plant, admiring how calming they look basking underneathe the ray of sunshine.

"Hey!" a voice called out, tearing your gaze away from the plant towards the voice, you spotted a familiar male with a bright smile on his face. He showed that silly toothy smile of his, waving from the window of your bedroom, his other hand gripped the bike in his hands tightly to keep it steady.

It seems as if the world had stopped moving whenever the scent of lavender reaches your nose. "Ready for school?" the sound of his honey-smooth voice barely made through the glass. The scent of lavender never left you as you picked up your bag from your bag, slinging it over your shoulder with a soft grunt before walking out of your room.

You walked out of the house with a soft smile on your face at the sight of the boy, "you know, you didn't have to wait all day for me," you sighed, pushing his shoulder gently with your hand. "Oh I know. I'm just doing this so you could give me those delicious omelettes you usually prepare for me." he chuckled, earning a hard punch from you.

You ignored your friend's dramatic groans of pain as you went inside your garage where your dad was working to fix his car, grabbing your own bike and getting on with ease as you rode down the streets with nothing but the sound of the strong wind hitting your cheeks and the sound of the paddles of the bike.

"And cut! Take 10 people!" the director announced through his megaphone. You sighed, rubbing your eyes in exhaustion with your hands as you found the director's disappointed eyes glaring down at you from afar. You knew what was about to come with that look.

"Y/N, you forgot your line. Again." the director stated as he marched towards you. You took a deep breath, looking down at the floor in shame. "I know, I know. I'm sorry," you groaned, your voice evident of exhaustion. "It's just-" you tried to reason before the director cuts you off with a sigh, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

"Listen, take a break and go home. You're done for the day anyway, you look as if you had slept for decades. Maybe that'll help you get back to your senses," he suggests with a small smile. "But-" you tried to reason, gripping your script in your palms only to have it snatched away from your grip. "Na-uh, Y/n. Mr. Director is always right!" the boy from earlier, your best friend in the whole studio, Yang Jeongin, tutted with a shake of his head.

"Go rest or eat, you look like you're about to faint. We can't have you, the star of the show, become the next Sleeping Beauty, can we?" Jeongin joked. "Was that suppose to be a joke or an offer? You know very well I wouldn't miss the chance to just collapse on a bed and be willing to sleep 1000 years." you rolled your eyes sarcastically, erupting a laugh from the director.

"You should recite your lines with someone who's equal to your levels of acting, y/n. It might help you and them improve at acting," the director suggested, looking at your script once he struggled to get it out of Jeongin's grip.

"Oh yeah? And who would that be?" you asked, unbothered as you grabbed your cup of cold milk and brought it to your dry lips. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe Jisung?" he spoke with such calmness that you couldn't help but widen your eyes as you choke out the milk.

"What? Han Jisung?" you croaked in a hoarse voice. "You two are love interests in this drama, you might as well recite lines with each other to help each other improve and to get a better outcome for the drama" he said with a shrug. How could he suggest something so vile with a casual tone?

Jeongin couldnt contain his laughter as his gaze to your shocked, open-mouthed expression laced with 'are you serious?' all over it. He howled with laughter as the director looked at the both of you in confusion, not knowing what was the problem.

"What's wrong?" he asked, finally looking up from the script. "Sir, are you serious? That man hates me! I hate him! We both hate each other! I swear I'd rather go crying and bawling my eyes out in public!" you exclaimed. "That delirious donkey from Shrek couldn't even hold his hatred towards me to save his life!"

"I'm right here, L/N. I'm not deaf, I can hear your dying whale of a voice from Pluto." a familiar voice hissed behind you. You gasped silently in alarm, turning your body to come face to face with Han Jisung and all of his amazing glory.

"Jesus Christ, what are you, a sasaeng fan? Don't creep up on people like that, it's rude!" you exclaimed angrily as Jisung calmly sips his expresso, glaring down at you with pure boredom in his eyes. With a raise of his eyebrows, he let out a smirk, "Jesus Christ, what are you, a shallow snob? Don't talk trash bout people behind their backs like that, it's rude." he mocked, showing his pearly white teeth.

"See!" you turned towards the manager who was looking at you two with an unamused expression. "He hates me!" you exclaimed, "says the girl who talked trash about me first!" Jisung hissed in response.

Jeongin, during your bickering, was having the time of his life, laughing at all of the drama that was happening before him. "Oh my God, you two deserve an Oscar. You two act so lovey dovey when you're in that 'platonic state' on set while here in real life you're bickering like an old married couple, it's priceless!"

"Jeongin!" the two of your exclaimed angrily. The director gave out a soft sigh before walking away from the whole arguement, not wanting to cause some trouble since he had other errands to do.

"By the way. In a week, we're going to shoot somewhere in Tokyo for the camping scenes since you guys are gonna have more screen time there. I already informed your managers bout it, therefore you just need to go over the details of the scripts I gave you this morning." the director spoke in a serious tone as he walked away.

"What? For how long?!" Jisung whined loudly, making the director sigh and look back at the boy with an unamused expression. "It's only a month, then we'll be back to shoot here for the last few episodes," he replied shortly before bolting off somewhere to answer his ringing phone.

"You kidding me?" you mumbled to yourself, scratching your neck. "A whole month with you? I barely last 10 hours!" you groaned as Jisung rolled his eyes at you. "Shut up, y/n. I'm as thrilled as you are bout being stuck with your whiny ass for 30 days straight." he spat, his head turning to give you a death glare.

"Whatever, you ass. I'm going to my trailer and get my stuff so I can squeeze in some practice before Kiyeon locks me out from the dorm from the inside again." you huffed, grabbing your jacket which you placed hanging on the chair nearby.

"No one asked, y/n." Jisung replied, a small smile appearing on his face. You muttered incoherent swear words under your breath as you stretched to put on your jacket and head to the makeup room. "What did you say?" he asked with a smirk. You look back at him with half lidded tired eyes, giving him the middle finger before turning to walk away.

"Shut it, donkey"

Since you were a part of a girl group named Mythical Refrain in SM Entertainment, you still had to practice for your upcoming comeback for a few hours. God, can life get any tiring? You went out of the car after you parked it right outside of your dorm.

After a whole 6 hours of practice and 8 hours of filming, you felt like you could sleep through the whole decade. Your feet ached with every step you take, your muscles were sore from all the dancing and your voice was hoarse from the loud singing.

Your hand twisted the doorknob and your body came in contact with the fresh air conditioned room. As you entered, you slipped off your shoes and tossed your jacket to the sofa. You collapsed onto the soft cushions with a loud exhausted groan, ignoring the sound of your leader, Cheonsa, typing away on her laptop.

"Yeah, but you should get some rest if you ever want to perform again." your eyes glanced over to her bandaged ankle laying on a pillow on the floor. "Says the person who smells and looks like shit," she laughs, finally taking a break from the typing to look at your messy figure.

"Welcome back! How's your day?" she greeted, taking a sip of her coffee. "It's like 1 Am why are you drinking coffee?" you asked, looking up as you lay your chin on the pillow. "Wow. Not even a 'hello' or 'my day went absolutely shit and tiring'? Also, just because my ankle is injured, doesn't mean I get to slack off and not produce more music, Y/n." she chuckled, not tearing her gaze away from her laptop.

"Wouldn't want that boy to ruin your pretty mane, huh?" she teased, going back to her endless typing. "Shut up! You better go fucking rest or else I'll tell manager-nim that you stayed up writing and making songs again." you laughed, moving to the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water.

"You look as if you just dug yourself out of a graveyard. What did that director made you do?" she jokes. "It wasn't me, that terrible bastard couldn't stop bothering me I almost pulled my hair out" you complained, finally getting up to grab a towel.

"That cute rapper from Stray Kids? What was his name, again? Jinseul?" she asked with a comforting smile on her exhausted face. "It's Jisung and he's a fucking donkey. But, yeah, it is because of him." you grumbled, clutching the pillow in your fists at the thought of him. "He's really pretty though," Cheonsa chuckled.

"Excuse you, Ms. I-have-a-secret-boyfriend." I added in a sarcastic tone, making her laugh. "Oh hush, I'm 23. I wouldn't be dating someone younger than me, I feel old enough when fans call me noona during fansigns." she jokes, making you giggle at the memories you had. "But still, I look like shit when he ruffled my hair when I was on the way to the dance studio" you complained.

You entered your shared room to see your roommate, Haneul, playing on her nintendo switch. "Hey, you're back! How was the shoot?" she said, sticking her tongue out in concentration. "Stressful" you replied, turned on the shower and laying your hand under the running water to test the temperature.

"As your leader, the Mythical Refrain's most trusted, I'm doing what's best for the group and our fans. Therefore, you are not going to get rid of me that easily and go take a shower you piece of shit!" she exclaimed, throwing a pillow at you. You laughed as you ran for your life to miss that one single pillow that was thrown at you.

"You know. In a week, I'm going to be flying to Tokyo for a shoot. Wouldn't be back in a month, so don't miss me too much." you joke, grabbing the pillow on the floor and placing it back on the couch. "Trust me, we wouldn't even think about you for those 30 days of freedom. Have you told PD-nim yet?" she asked with a laugh.

"I don't think so. But the director and manager-nim said they'll take care of it. They'll announce that I'll be on hiatus during our promotions for the following month," you picked the dirt off of your nails as you spoke, hearing Cheonsa let out a hum in response.

"A hiatus announcement? Isn't that a bit too far? I mean, Park Jinyoung from Got7 and D.O from EXO didn't go on breaks when they shot their dramas." she asked with furrowed brows. "It's a pretty long drama. With three idols in the same drama!" you exclaimed, stretching your arms out as you collapsed once again into the cushions. "I see. Now go sleep and take a shower," Cheonsa nodded her head towards the direction of your room.

You huffed at her stern tone, pushing yourself up as you glared at your leader who was typing aggressively on the keyboard l with no intentions of stopping anytime soon. You sighed before walking away.

"Is it because of that boy?" she yelled through the sound of running water. You felt your blood boil at the sound of his name being mentioned, your mind replaying the many insults and arguements that happened today. All because of that donkey.

"That boy, or in my case, donkey, is the reason why Im losing hair!" you exclaimed in a dramatically angry tone. "No wonder, I thought you were just bleaching your hair too much that it burned off" she laughed. "Very funny, Haneul. Could you pass me my phone? It's in my dufflebag." you asked.

"Chill out, y/n. Boys are wierd anyways. But like, he's your sunbaenim. Shouldn't you at least, attempt to be nice?" she chuckled, walking into the bathroom to hand you your phone. "Im always nice to him. He started the arguements, anyways!" you shot back.

"You're no different, y/n. You called him a donkey less than 30 seconds ago." she chuckled, crossing her arms on her chest. "Well he is a donkey. Very accurate to the one in the Shrek movie!" you laughed.

"What? I'm just stating facts, who knows, it might actually happen in real life. Plus, I'm disgusted at their public display of affection. Ten is actually a good dude to hang out with," she grinned, leaning her head against her palm. "Hanuel. I have a toothbrush nearby and I will not hesitate to shove it down your throat! I shoved a paintbrush down someones mouth and I'm not afraid to do it again!" you threatened.

"This is ridiculous. Sooner or later you will have to do some lovey-dovey stuff with him on set, since you know-" she taunted with a smirk. "Don't even say it." you clenched your jaw at the thought. Sooner or later you'd have to kiss Han Jisung, you'd rather lick the bathroom floor.

Haneul couldn't stop staring at you with wiggling eyebrows and that annoying smirk across her face. "God, you're disgusted whenever Cheonsa brings her boyfriend in the dorm but you're, somehow, not disgusted bout shipping me with a guy I hate?" you complained.

Hanuel giggled, waving off your small threat with her hand. "Sure, go shower. You reek of boys," she chuckled with a raise of her eyebrow, exiting the bathroom. . "I'm going to go sleep. And I advise you to do the same after you shower, considering you have a photoshoot tomorrow." Her head popped out from the door way. "What photoshoot?" you asked with a slightly raised voice. "You know, that photoshoot for our next comeback concept?" she stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "That's tomorrow? I thought I'd finally have half the day off" you groaned, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

You let out a loud scoff for her to hear before shutting the bathroom door and proceeded to take a cold shower.

"Bitch, you thought. It's only a couple of hours. Plus it's near the set so you could immediately head to there after you're done," she shrugged. "Oh my god," you groaned, rubbing your eyes. "How many episodes have you shot? The whole group wants to watch and 'clown you'. Cheonsa's words, not mine," she teased.

"Probably not much. Since I have to go to Tokyo next week!" you snapped, clenching your fists. "Woah, Tokyo? I wanna come!" Haneul exclaimed in astonishment. "You've been there, why are you acting as if you're a child locked up in some prison cell? We debuted a year ago and just finished our tour, for fucks sake!" you exclaimed.

"Why though?" she asked, ignoring your statements. You gave out a big exasperated sigh, "I have to shoot some scenes there for a month. So I won't be joining Mythical Refrain's promotions this month," you rubbed your face in frustration.

,"Oh. Well look on the bright side! At least you get to go sightseeing in Tokyo. The last time we were there, we barely had time to go around." Hanuel exclaimed with a bright smile. You grabbed the nearest toothbrush and raised it over your head angrily, causing Haneul to let out a small squeak and running to her bed.

Tomorrow was gonna be a heavy day.

"You're late, y/n." Jisung chuckled as you sat down on a chair in front of the mirror in the make up room. "I am aware of that, Jisung. It's not like I don't know how to tell time." you spat angrily as a make up artist approached you with brushes in hand.

"I know. Just thought that I'd remind you," he grinned. You rolled your eyes at him as the soft brush slide against the skin under your eye, covering up your eye bags with foundation. You grabbed your script and started reading, ignoring Jisung's eyes on you.

"What do you want now?" you sighed, looking away from your paper to give him a half lidded stare. "You look like shit, even with makeup on. No offense Eunbi, you're doing a great job" Jisung smiled at the makeup artist who just chuckled and continued on with her job.

"God, why didnt I just get my make up done in the trailer?" you mumbled to yourself, feeling soft pats on your shoulder given by your makeup artist. "Yeah, why didn't you? I lost my appetite just breathing the same air as you," Jisung mumbled loud enough for you to hear.

"Can it, you dick-" you growled, about to say some random comeback when the director came in with a wide smile. "Jisung! Y/N! Be out in 5, alright?" he exclaimed before shutting the door.

Your makeup artist bowed at you before exiting as well to catch up with the other makeup artists. "Great. See you there, y/n." Jisung laughed at your pouty expression after being cut off.

You groaned in annoyance as you watched his figure skipping out of the make up room, sticking your tongue out at him despite his back turned to you. You read through your script once again before getting up to walk through the door.

You jogged towards the set, highfiving your co-stars who gave you encouragement to do well on the next scenes, making you smile. Of course, that smile faltered when you remembered it was a scene you had to do with Jisung and you being friendly.

Your eye twitched at the thought as the staff gave you the school bag you were suppose to use for this scene since you played the roll of a young highschool girl. You gave Jeongin a thumbs up who responded with a salute as you walked up with a stem of lavender in hand.

You stood on the sidewalk as a few people came up to retouch your make up. You sighed, looking back at Jisung who was playing his phone to wait for his appearance on camera. Once you felt the soft feeling of sponges caressing your skin, you took a deep breath and clapped.

"You ready?" the director yelled through his speaker. "Hell yeah!" Jisung exclaimed from afar, tucking his phone into his pocket as he waved his hand with a thumbs up. "Let's get it! " you clapped enthusiastically before getting into position.

"Lights."

You see the lights being adjusted to get a better lighting of your surroundings to give it an aesthetic vibe. You cracked your knuckles and took deep breathes, reciting your lines to yourself in your head.

"Camera." You heard the sounds of camera being moved to your position, carefully recording your movements, your mistakes, and your acting. You gave a little smile at the staff who gave you a thumbs up.

"And action!"

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Ranma 2/4

Part  Two: Chapter 13 - 25

Unless someone comes up with a better name I’m sticking with this one

HOW tf is the principal crazier than before?!

Yup, spreading out the Kuno-Principal thing

Is Sasuke seriously an anime-only?!?

Like I said Ryoga needs to chill a little first

Main reason I don’t like Ukyo That scene where she blatantly states she’s fine with turning Ranma into something he’s not rather than helping him

(Ignoring the near constant amount of undermining his abilities)

“I’m gonna cheer him up” as she holds a sword! Why?!

 Ranma you dummy, hug Akane!

I hate this demon/ghost cat

Shampoo, you manipulative bitch

Akane learns to swim like a normal person

The lifeguard in me can’t do it

 The principal is background shenanigans

Totally forgot about the kid who wants to play video games and is “weak” bc of it

Definitely need to find a different reason tho

 Lazy little shits are a pain

Also his mom is crap

 Akane… why you be dumb?

 Weird Happosai is Santa plot…

What is with the Excalibur meets lucky 1000 meets fairy godmother?

Good news is, with what I’ve done to Kuno’s understanding of Ranma’s curse Ranma knows Kuno wouldn’t give him that wish and calls it quits sooner

Someone just needs to explain Ranma’s really confusing sense of morality to me

 Cuz it’s either on 110% or it’s nonexistent, now normally nonexistent is for Kuno but still

 Look Ranma’s got ego problems but he ain’t stupid

No betting the Tendo Dojo at five!

 On what planet is that a legal document?!?

Some1 tell me why Shampoo using Ranma as a stop ramp bugs me so bad

That mo when you can’t remember if the Hot Spring Challenge is when Ukyo met Shampoo in the anime…

I don’t think so…

Akane you made me need to google a word

That like never happens Ranma you idiot

So close but so far

So much more logic, thanks

I mean more insanity, but it explains why Ranma swapped clothes

Finally! Ranma apologizes

Jesus Christ someone would think I won the goddamn lotto with how loud I cheered when this happened

600% approve of this over what happened in the anime

Oof poor Ranma

Hahahaha in your face Shampoo, but I also think I know why Ranma chose it

Poor Ryoga

I KNEW this guy was coming I still hate it

YEET you can’t PAY ME to  do this arc

Look, is it the fact that I had etiquette and dance classes as a child and everyone assumed this is what it was like? Probably.

It wasn’t so I won’t.

Any1 else notice how Nabiki is one of the few ppl that uses she/her when Ranma is in his cursed form no matter what?

Why does this bug me?

Akane, stop beating Ranma up, honestly

This is closer to abuse rather than teasing

*sighs*

 Gotta work that out of the narrative, intentional or not

Every1 sayin she’s violent isn’t helping

Like I said really fucking morally GREY Nabiki

How grey can you go before you get black? 

 Let’s find out together

Can everyone PLEASE stop treating Ranma like an object?!

 I literally can’t tell if Nabiki is fucking Aro or not…

STRESS

Why is this so hard?!

I hate seeing Akane cry

I know she’s playing Ranma like a kazoo, but the point still stands

WHY ARE YOU TWO SO DUMB?!

Nope, nevermind it’s just Ranma that’s a fuckin idiot I blame Genma

No, I’m not kidding

*sighs* I don’t condone Nabiki doing this in any way just for the record THAT’S not an apology Ranma!

This mess is totally your fault Nabiki

STRESS

am I intentionally pointing out where this work of fiction is stressing me out since I’m now online schooling and suffering for it? Yes, fuck off.

 Actually, don’t.

But Fuck Covid19

Aww his hat’s back!

Why do I love his hat so much?

No, seriously Akane’s so cute!

Oooww tree

y’know the sec she realized what Ranma was doing Nabiki should’ve TOLD him!

Congrats Ranma ya got the wrong sis- I mean the right- but wrong- dammit y’know what I mean

Some1 give me a logical explanation for why Ranma goes on a date with a panda doodle, PLEASE

I do appreciate the epic battle background fight for the anime

Further proof that Happosai sucks

Manga name’s somehow less believable I think it’s the use of “snowman” rather than “yeti”

Did Soun just find out that Pchan is Ryoga, and say nothing?

Ooo, Imma commit arson

Remember when I said obey Physics and Medical, I meant it

Arson is wrong and I know this but “transgender bitch” crosses the line

I will do it

Shampoo is a fucking yandere psycho

Just sayin “we’ll see who can get him first” 

honestly, any other group and I’d be annoyed, but these four can’t work together for shit I

’m still pissed at Taro, but he can kill Happosai, please

I can’t tell if Shampoo, Mousse and Ryoga are being purposefully obtuse or not

I just reread their names I know the answer to at least two of them

Idk how I feel about Kuno-amnesia we’ll see

yep, Kuno gives me the creeps w or w/out his memories

kinda wish this was anime

jesus christ, poor Ranma

press f to pay respects for Ranma’s stomach

InstaRegret

 Also Ukyo’s assumption that some1 can make Ranma doing anythin he doesn’t want to is crap

Like HELLO! Wake up moron!

Nabiki, I mean this in the nicest way possible, shut the fuck up

You’re making it worse

Also TALK to each other you ding dongs!

OH RIGHT! I almost forgot about the biggest fucking insult that Ukyo said of her own freewill!

It also proves that she doesn’t know Ranma as a person AT ALL!

It’s not a pick one or the other kind of thing

The fact that she thinks Ranma would accept that is insulting

The fact that she thinks that is insulting and makes me hate the patriarchy

Again, treating him like a prize than a person

*tries not scream, sighs*

Nabiki, you’re the cause of at least 30% of the stress I get from this

You having feelings ain’t the fucking problem here Ukyo, you not acknowledging Ranma’s is

 I hate fake criers, anyone who does this I hate you

Always let others in on your plans, kids

When’s every1 gonna realize Ranma’s “wishy-washy” cuz no one’s ever committed to HIM before?

This episode confused me, I’m prepared to be MORE confused

Less confused, I’m surprised

 Gonsunkugi, you creep

There is SO much wrong with this

*shudders*

WHAT?!

Y’know I didn’t think Gosunkugi could surprise me, I was wrong

Happosai still sucks unfortunately for all of us he’s now weird on top of it

I love how much Ranma needs to be kicked in the teeth to get any character development out of him

Ryoga is my #1 choice for it, always

Ranma… why are you like this?

Genma, emotional range of a goddamn wall

I am jealous of Ranma’s brain

I could be SO mean with the Shishihokodan

Also, are they implying that Ryoga has depression?

Gimme Ranma’s brain

I won’t ask for his confidence cuz that’s impossible but I want his brain

In Akane’s defense, given what she knows she couldn’t’ve known how badly that would affect Ryoga

 I ain’t gonna say “leave Shampoo” cuz that’s cruel

I like the “turn into a Cat” rather than the “Can’t Cross” & the use of New Year’s rather than random but this still brings around the fact that she doesn’t LISTEN to him

Mousse you’re NOT helping in fact you’re actively making it worse did you miss when he said blatantly “I don’t wanna”

oh, sure, NOW you’re ok with it

ugh Mousse, you have a brain, I’ve SEEN you use it. Do so now.

This entire episode weirded me out

IDK if it’s the age-dff or the fact that he was makin it up and somehow everyone thought this was okay … 

I won’t YEET it but MASSIVELY change

heheheh

Light bulb

NOPE I’m keeping this surprise to myself

it was a rather sweet end tho

Oh, this episode is a mess and a half, honestly

Also Nabiki, congrats you’ve literally enabled a stalker S

o many laws are broken here

okay, so Kodachi not being in on Ranma’s secret after so long makes sense purely because she doesn’t go to their school

however, with what i’ve done to make Kuno marginally less dumb it makes a little bit less sense…

I literally hate Kuno with what I’ve done to his logic of Ranma’s transformation, but that’s the point Kodachi… how do I handle you… oh, duh!

Ok, so Kodachi is now also terrible

 I’m trying to figure out where this is in the plot since there is ZERO

Ok, there’s a LINE, Nabiki

This one would be touching, if it didn’t end the way it does

TALK gentlemen! 

It won’t kill you

Fuck a parent that says they’re not your parent for no reason, EVER

I am going to make this hurt

 Also gonna take out Genma’s fail at stealth

 Remember I said Akane’s going to learn to cook

heheheh

sorry, I just love this idea

Oh this is SO against the rules it’s not even funny

 tiny adjustment so they actually have quasi-competent referees

Crazy wants crazy?I won’t stop ‘em

I reiterate: CHEATING!

I am aware that the “ending” apparently sets them back to the start in terms of their relationship but I swear to God if they pretend shit like this didn’t happen I will scream

 Someone ships something other than Akane x Ranma PLEASE explain why/how

don’t ship bash but I would insight when you explain 

STICK TO CANON

please trust me, I’m a multi/poly/crack shipper

(for frame of reference to a bnha I ship DabiHawks)

I understand the appeal of Fanon

however, I would like to stick to Canon here

so no Fanon

Canon Only

Fully love that high kick

Genma shows Ranma’s secret here, but they already know… so… I shall find out

Ooo, you’re not getting out of this Ranma

Do you know how tempting it is for Akane to at least tell Ranma she’s a girl- oh wait gendered sports… right…

Ranma… 

if you didn’t realize it was Akane when she hit you for calling her klutzy I can’t help you

I want to commit arson at some of the comments…

but can confirm that these are HS boys

 Doesn’t mean I gotta like it

I was wondering how long I was going to have to wait before tearing into Nodoka

FINALLY

Took me WAY too long to remember that Nodoka calling Ranko tomboyish is due to how he speaks in Japanese

I’ll need to figure that out since… English

Can I explode on Genma’s choice to take Ranma at TWO?!

Can I further explode on both of them for making a TWO YEAR OLD “sign” a Seppuku Pledge?!

I hate both of them, honest

ALSO communication! 

Genma! Just fucking TELL HIM!

Making her transphobic is SO tempting

I don’t mean in a “i hate you” way I mean in a “I sheltered my whole life” way

 It’s still bad, and painful, but she can easily learn from that

Or be worse, this could go 2 ways

I feel so bad for Akane for this entire conversation

Also poor Ranma like ouch… 

 Awkward

I’m going to make this hurt something fierce

Slight change since I’m hoping Ranma isn’t as “peak fight or flight” by this point

Genma don’t be an asshole for FIVE MINUTES

Please, that’s all I want

If she doesn’t learn the truth before the end I will make a bad decision

Really, I will

Don’t kill Genma, you can’t

 Akane, don’t say like you wouldn’t… honestly

Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, honestly, just look the other way Ranma

*sigh* 

Ranma…

See, this kind of crap here is why I really don’t like Cologne

any other day Akane’d be right

oof, that means he self aware that girls flock to him

I’m quite frustrated by that if I’m honest

Ranma is clueless about all the wrong things

I love him but God I wanna punch him sometimes

Why is there a swing from the ceiling?!

I had a jolt from the way they set that panel up, thanks

Are you trying to kill me?!

Thank you Cologne, now fuck off

Oh thank God, at least he learned

This is nonanime stuff so I have no clue what’s happening but anything to make Happosai miserable

I’m enjoying this immensely

 ugh, “think of it as a compliment” ghost

Eat me

 okay, yeah, as much as I want him dead, that’s worse

I’m glad he’s not a one-and-done character

I will forever ONLY call him Taro when it is NonDialogue

Wait Saffron as in big-bad Saffron?

I literally only know pieces of the end so I’m just pulling from what I know

Lol, wait… was that soldier Anime only too?

I almost liked you there for a sec Taro

Now I’m pissed again

bravo

Oh, YIKES

… if Ranma falls into the Spring of Drowned Twins would he split?

 I’m not going to DO IT, obviously!

I’m just curious okay… 

that answers that… and kills anyone other than Ranma’s plan to turn back to normal I hope everyone is aware of that

oof

Since when is there a castle on an island in Japan

tis just a scratch, I’ll admit that was funny

Ranma… your stomach gets you in so many problems

ok, that was wholesome

I approve

Okay, so my understanding is that Mrs. Tendo got sick, so I can understand the reactions to Kasumi

BUT I still find it odd because… well… anyone in my house gets sick and you mostly can’t even tell I mean, minus a worse attitude and a mask, other than that though, nope we keep ‘er movin’

 I’m moving this section sooner EVEN IF IT KILLS ME!

I like her mom’s cookbook tho

I could make a Ranma x Ryoga joke here, but I won’t

I also won’t make a Ranma x Ryoga joke chapter cuz I’m nice like that

Actually I might have no choice

I’m FINE just dying

 Help

my multishipper heart is dying here

 I love this

InstaRegret for THREE people

If nothing else, I’m impressed

(well three once Ranma’s back to normal)

I need help

Fangirling/Fanboying/Fanpeopling is dangerous folks, remember that

Poor Ryoga

Though I too feel that right now like where do I look because everything coming in at mach 6

I’m changing that one scene tho cuz I can’t justify the aftermath without it

This… is… weird to say the least

I feel like I should just expect anything with Gosunkugi remotely involved to be weird at this point

okay, not as weird as I expected

glad it was short tho

I think I am officially out of anime terf

YAY, new content!

This is why I ask about any ship that isn’t Ranma x Akane

Also, names?

That- that- that can’t... 

I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW THAT!

EWWW

gross

WHY?!?!!

also, biology, that’s not how that works!!

You two ARE idiots

Ryoga you die I’ll kill you

Well… that hurt to see so quick…

Ranma, get up!

I officially hate this Herb guy

ok, so if you put HOT water in the ladle do you stay that way forever?

Alright! Way to go Ryoga!

I need to stop shipping Rivals it’s bad for my health

fucking eat it you dick!

 Poor Akane

nevermind, Ranma you idiot

awwwww

ok, so that whole no more Anime-content… I was wrong, and I admit that, but still

I’m just thinking of my bff when they realize she’s an adult cuz, yeah, she’s like that too

 except like physically an adult unlike tiny-Hinako

 oh MY GOD Ukyo you’re driving me up the goddamn wall I swear!

THANK YOU AKANE!

 “You’re all Ranma’s fiancées” when only one of them actually is 

GIANT SIGH OF ANNOYANCE

Ranma, learn to communicate, PLEASE!

Okay… so is this where they figured it out or are some ppl still in the dark?

TIMELINE!!

Honestly, mood Ranma, mood

This entire plot line confuses me if I’m being totally honest

I mean I live for the Akane focus, but there are so many better ways to do this

#ranma ½ #ranma 1/2 #ranma saotome #ranma #akane tendo #nabiki tendo #kasumi tendo #soun tendo #genma saotome #nodoka ​saotome #tatewaki kuno #kodachi kuno #full series au #bc I know no restraint #I'm doing this to distract from stress shut up #don't judge me #COVID19 binge watch

[xtestament]

The Problem With Catholics telling you not to rely Solely on The Bible

So there’s this thing going around in the Catholic circles of “how dare you rely solely on The Bible for The Bible is not the only rightful source” of course, this is paraphrased but you get the idea, now this comes with the protestant criticism of the Catholic teachings contradicting The Bible and why that is important so let’s look at the first contradiction from the Catholics themselves using their own words.

“Like you, we believe that Scripture is truly the Word of God, authored by God and without error.”

Ok so they’ve admitted that the Scripture is without error which is good, though it begs then the question of why they get annoyed when we say their teachings and wrongful acts contradict something that is without error. If it is without error then that should be the ultimate source of which everything should rely upon, and if anything else comes that goes against it, it should not be believed. Yet for some reason they continue to believe just some of the following things.

Mary never sinned

Mary is the Coredeemer next to Christ

Mary is the redeemer of sins

Mary is the Queen of Heaven

It’s ok to pray to dead people (the apostles)

The Apostles have been set to govern over certain areas of the world and church up in heaven

Graven images in so many churches is ok

The Apostles have been given titles similar to those of the Greek/Roman Pantheon and beyond. 

Only certain people through works can become saints, despite the fact that The Bible mentions that every Christian is a saint.

Priests aren’t allowed to marry

Nuns aren’t allowed to marry

Monks aren’t allowed to marry

The Pope isn’t allowed to Marry (despite previous Popes being married and having kids in history)

That Peter was never married despite The Bible mentioning that he had a wife as well as Church history (see Peter get crusified upside down with his wife)

That the Pope is the Infallible voice of God

The very act of Indulgences (pay us and we’ll give whoever a free ticket to heaven)

That Grace alone is not sufficient to get into Heaven.

These are just some of the few things out of many that contradicts what is in something that the Catholics themselves say... is without error? Like how do you not notice such glaring contradictions? I’m sorry but that takes on some serious blinders to ignore the issues here and that’s just from one sentence. Let’s however get into their “link” that speaks against it and see how it can’t be torn asunder.

“Consider why anyone would want to base their faith on an error instigated 500 years ago by Luther and reject 2,000 years of Church tradition.”

Maybe it was because Luther saw the heresy of the Church who believed that one must do certain works, pay indulgences if you want a soul to go into heaven, that Grace alone was not sufficient, that what the priests and Popes said was more important than the very teachings of Jesus? The level of corruption in the church? There were many reasons that Luther saw to split away and why he nailed his thesis on the doors of the church but here’s a video that might help explain just a little bit of it.

And let’s not forget, that when only one person can read The Bible they can simply say “Oh well, this is totally in the Bible (even though it’s not but you fools don’t know that) so you have to listen to me because you’re all uneducated and don’t know any better” Not to mention the fact that until recently and dare I say even recently, most Catholics are shall I say pushed to not read or rely on The Bible... despite the fact that it is without error... now I wonder why that would be? Oh yes, to keep people ignorant.

But let’s look at their argument for “Tradition” that is to follow Tradition and the Scripture, when it comes to the point where something is wrong, I have heard many Catholics say Tradition is more important... Tradition of errors... is more important than Scripture? Right ok, in that case we must ask who has given them the authority to be more powerful and pure than the Scriptures? Especially when they’re more fallible? Of course, this doesn’t get answered by Catholics but we still must ask the question.

Secondly, when the Early Christian Churches and groups were being created, on of the biggest divisions was that Gentiles must become circumcised in order to become a Christian, this was after all Tradition, and it’s not until Paul steps in to handle that debate that they leave that to the Jews and let Gentiles follow a different set of rules but still very vitally important ones. Also if we want to talk about Tradition as the Catholic church is so opt to do as an excuse for gross contradictions of The Bible that enter into the realms of heresy and blasphemy, why not go back to the source? What do I mean by the source? Well if we’re talking Tradition who else is closer than the Messianic Jews? Why don’t the Catholics follow in their footsteps? Also last I checked the Messianic Jews traditions don’t go against the Bible where as the Catholic ones do, thus one would have an easier time following Pauls words in the Messianic Sphere about tradition than one would anywhere else.

“What is very clear historically is that Jesus established a kingdom with a hierarchy and authority to speak for him (see Lk. 20:29-32, Mt. 10:40, 28:18-20).”

Let’s look at this for a moment because it mentions scripture and we can see what it actually says.

Luke 20: 29-32 “Now there were seven brothers. And the first took a wife, and died without children, and the second took her as wife, and he died childless, then the third took her, and in like manner the seven also; and they left no children and died. Lastly the woman died also”

Welp... nothing there that talks about a Hierarchy that he establishes to speak for him, in fact they’re asking him a question, this is I believe at the time was done by the Sadducees who were an opposing sect to the Pharisees, asking Jesus about the ressurection, to which Jesus stated that no one in Heaven is given in marriage, and that people are equal to the angels themselves if you read just a little bit further.

Matthew 10:40 “He who receives you receives Me, and he who receives Me receives Him who sent Me.”

Ok once again, nothing about a Heirarchy that I can really see, about those who he gave Authority to do things and know everything that Jesus meant and should be said and so on and so forth, so that’s 2 for 2 of whatever they just tried to pull and expected people to just believe without reading. Not to mention that this is right after the line that Jesus tells people to pick up their cross and follow him as well as denying the world and so on and so forth, once again, follow Jesus... not the Church.

Matthew 28: 18-20 “And Jesus came and spoke to them, saying, “All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age” Amen.”

Ok so I can see a heirarchy there, but only as much as “Go tell them what I (that is Jesus) have said and commanded of you” not that they were in a higher position necessarily but this was basically the mandate of “Go into all the world and preach the Gospel” which every Christian is to do, also the Heirarchy here seems pretty clear... the things which JESUS taught and commanded, not what some priest 300-1000 years down the line would say that goes against what Jesus taught and commanded (which the Catholics believe is a ok).

Now let’s see what else they have to say for themselves.

“It was members of this Kingdom—the Church—that would write the Scripture, preserve its many texts and eventually canonize it. The Scriptures cannot write or canonize themselves.”

Well first of all they were part of the Kingdom of Christ as every Christian is, they were not yet a Church but would become parts of one later on in life, and yes the Apostles did write majority of the New Testament who all had eye witness accounts of Jesus in one way or another. In fact Luke was instructed to go and see whether the accounts were accurate by Theophilus, and basically went around interviewing every one that he could. But once again these same Apostles did not mention or believe in any of the things I mentioned earlier, and I dare say they would probably count it as false teachings by false teachers and prophets. Also since there were already False teachers and Prophets claiming things, Paul and the others basically stated “don’t listen to them, don’t entertain them, don’t welcome them and highly use discernment to tell whether something is true or false.” There are too many scriptures where this is stated but I will get them all if I must.

“With Protestants I will not debate Purgatory, Mary, Statues, Incense, Bells, Praying to Saints or the bad popes. I will not discuss pedophile priests or celibacy or papal infallibility. I will not discuss transubstantiation, the Immaculate Conception, books we “added” to the Bible, pagan traditions or the Spanish Inquisition.”

Maybe because all those things go against the Bible and the early Church teachings and you bloody well know it, thus can’t properly defend it or accept it I’d imagine.

“The only topic I will discuss is the doctrine of Sola Scripture. If he believes everything must be found in the Bible then we begin by asking where “everything must be in the Bible” is in the Bible. “

If you’re looking for the exact words Sola Scriptura in the Bible of course it’s not going to be there, but if we must here’s another interesting video this time by a Lutheran defending the basis of Sola Scriptura

and here’s another one

In turn I must ask where in the Bible does it state that the Traditions of Man or the Church are infallible? Where does it state that the Traditions taught are of a higher authority than the Bible? Which I will remind you, you youselfs state is without error. So obviously if there is a contradiction who has the higher Authority? Tradition or the Infallible word of God? You all seem to speak as if it is Tradition that holds more Authority, and if so who decided that? 

Oh and just to put the nail in the coffin here, have another video

And finally because I am tired

“Yet Vatican II makes abundantly clear that this Magisterium is not “over the Word of God, but under it. It was instituted by Christ there to serve the revealed Word of God, not to change it or add to it. “

Ok so the Magisterium is not over the Word of God but under it, so then why is it ok to believe in things that are blatant blasphemies, heresies and the like? After all it just states there that it was Instituted by Christ there to serve the revealed Word of God, not to Change or add to it.

Well now fancy that, and yet you guys have both changed and added to it with things that are not right, how do you not see this? Anyways I’m tired I’ve written a lot of thoughts on it, watch the videos because they have good information but this entire post sums up what I wanted to say, even though I could probably write an entire 100 page essay on it, picking it apart piece by piece.

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[zimmerdouche]

Would You Rather?

Polyfrogs completed for @swawesomesanta!

Read it on AO3!

It all started with ‘would you rather discover a person in your attic or 1000 roaches?’

The resulting argument continued for weeks, and it got Nursey interested in deciding on the worst possible scenarios for Samwell Men’s Hockey to decide between. It continues almost two years later, when Nursey and Dex finally moved into the Hockey Haus, and into the beginning of their junior year.

“Okay, Frogs, here’s a would you rather-”

“Jesus Christ, Nursey, let it GO,” Dex says, slamming his fingers onto the keyboard in front of him.

“No, no, listen.” Nursey plops down next to him on the green couch. “Would you rather eat moldy fish stew or have chili powder thrown in your eyes?

Dex stretches his arms high and breathes deeply in an attempt to not only loosen some of the pressure of his binder but give himself some time to think. “Uh, chili powder, easy.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Chowder says, incredulous. “Have you ever had chili powder near your eyes?”

“No, but have you ever had food poisoning from mold? My family business is fish, Chowder, I know how that works. Moldy fish stew will kill you and cause lasting pain, not in that order. At least chili powder in the eyes will eventually stop hurting, or you can flush it out.”

“You know, I was leaning toward the stew, but I think Dex has convinced me.” Nursey pulls his legs onto the couch and sits cross legged. “Even if I’m blind, at least I won’t be dead.”

Chowder lets out a disgruntled noise. “I guess you’re right. I’m not happy that the reason you two finally agree with each other is to be against me, though.”

Nursey flashes a shit eating grin and a wink at Dex, much to his mortification.

_X_

He continues his obsession well into the school year. Thanksgiving break, as the team is recovering from their post meal coma, he breaks out a doozy.

“Listen up, guys. You’re starting game seven of the Stanley Cup Final. Would you rather play the game wearing nothing but your skates, or play fully clothed with absolutely uncontrollable diarrhea?”

“Oh, fuck, Nursey, why are you coming for me like this?” Ollie whines, his feet in Wicky’s lap. “You know I’d play the final naked, no fucking question.”

Wicky nods sagely. “Bro, it’s just more sanitary. I’d rather have to avoid a check than feel shit running down my leg for over an hour.”

The entire room nods and chimes in their agreement, except for Dex, who stares at the floor in intense concentration. “Hey, Nurse.”

“Sup.”

“Would ‘nothing but skates’ mean that I can’t wear my binder?”

An awkward silence falls over the group as Nursey screws up his face in thought. “I don’t think-”

“Nothing but skates means nothing but skates, bro,” Ollie points out. “A binder is made of fabric, yeah? That counts as clothing.”

“Shut the fuck up, O’Meara,” Nursey says, deadpan. “Binder counts as part of the body. I create the question, I create the limitations. Binder is in.”

“Honestly, Ollie,” Chowder huffs.

Dex tunes out Ollie’s apology in favor of staring at Nursey, who is pointedly avoiding eye contact and picking at his nails. Chowder sits next to Dex and rests one hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, Nurse?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

_X_

Nursey doesn’t ask Dex another would you rather question until the week before finals.

“Dex, can I ask you something?”

“Is it what I think it is?” Dex calls down from the top bunk, refusing to tear his eyes from the physics textbook he’s been staring at for the past hour.

“Mmm. Yeah.” Nursey turns a page in his own book and types a few words for the essay he’s been referencing.

Dex sighs. “Go for it, I guess.”

The bunk bed creaks and Nursey’s eyes and forehead appear over the edge of the bed. “Would you rather kiss the person you hate the most or punch the person you love the most?”

Dex glances up and meets Nursey’s gaze, unwavering. “Mm. Deep. Poetic, almost.”

Nursey rolls his eyes. “Ha ha,” he says, standing taller to have more of his face appear. “But really.”

Dex puts his reading to the side and adjusts so that his face is mere inches from Nursey’s. “But here’s the thing, Derek.” Nursey gulps loudly and his cheeks darken. “What if they’re the same person?”

“Obviously, the solution here is to kiss your fist and just. Deck ‘em. Destroy them with your lips AND your fist, William.”

Dex chuckles. “Kinky.”

“What do you choose?” Nursey keeps eye contact.

“I’d rather kiss the person I hate, because I also love them. Uh, him. And punching him would be kind of a dick move, y’know?”

Nursey leans toward him. “Agreed. And I would, uh. I’d go for it. As soon as possible. If I were maybe, deciding, in the moment, whether or not to make a move-”

Dex closes the space between them and sinks forward as far as he can without falling off the bunk.

When they finally break apart, Nursey’s eyes are sparkling. “So, uh, you love me? And hate me?”

“I love and hate the way you drive me up the fucking wall.”

“Same here, Dex. And you know what? It’s driving me up the wall that you’re on the top bunk and I’m not, so…”

“I’ll come to the bottom bunk to finish my physics while you finish your paper, Nursey, yes.”

“Chill.”

_X_

After winter break, Nursey is fully back on his “would you rather” bullshit.

“All right, C, here’s a question for you.”

Chowder groans and runs his hands through his hair. “If you asked me this before break while I was writing my final paper, I think I might have actually murdered you.”

“I’m surprised I didn’t,” Dex says, shooting a wink in Nursey’s direction. He lets out a slow exhale in response, scratching his forehead in an attempt to cover his blush. “He was asking me questions all week.”

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.”

“It worked itself out,” Dex says with a grin.

Nursey coughs to try to hide his chuckle, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by Chowder. “What did you two do?”

“I’ll tell you later. Here’s my question. Who would you rather fuck: me, or Dex?”

Dex chokes at the same time Chowder speaks. “What the hell kind of question is that, Nursey?”

“A valid one. Make your decision, Chow.”

Chowder scrunches his nose in thought. “Okay, well, both of you are equally physically attractive-” Dex scoffs. “Shut up, Dex, you’re hot. You’ve got this boy next door vibe that I’m kinda into.”

“I feel like you’d lay me down in the back of your pickup truck and then tell me about your dreams to get out of this damn town and move to the big city. And like, you’re a handyman, and competency is pretty damn hot.”

Nursey laughs out loud as Dex feels his blush creep down the back of his neck. “Don’t laugh, Nurse, I’m coming for you next. You’ve got these model good looks, right? I feel like you could take me around the world and show me sights I never thought I would experience.”

Dex snorts and Nursey continues chuckling. “But I think under the chill and indifferent exterior, that I totally see through by the way, you absolute fucking dork, you’re super attentive and you’d totally do whatever you had to to make me feel comfortable.”

Chowder stops and looks at the ceiling. “I have to choose one?”

Nursey slides in next to Chowder. “Implying you want to fuck us both?”

“Hell yeah! I’d fuck you both. You’re my best friends, you’re both physically attractive, why wouldn’t I?” He flashes a grin at both men in the room. “Oh wow, um, Dex? Your eyes are super big.”

Nursey barks out a laugh and Dex turns even more red than he thought he could. “I feel like I’m in high school again.”

“Are you saying you like like us, Chowder?” Nursey croons.

“Yep.”

Dex joins Nursey and Chowder on the couch, unceremoniously laying across both of their laps. “Well, that was easy.”

“What do you mean easy?” Chowder raises an eyebrow.

“I genuinely thought we’d be tiptoeing around this for months.” Dex stretches out and wiggles his fingers. “The fact that it’s out now made this easy.”

Nursey grabs Chowder’s hand and kisses the knuckles. “Movie night?”

“Hot Rod?”

“Oh, hell yes.”

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[coolpencilpie]

Summary: You have a little accident but there is sure one angel who can help you.

Pairing: Castiel x mechanic!reader

Word Count: 1000

Warnings: just a bit language

A/N: This is for @pheonyxstorm ‘s challenge. Congrats again! It’s not much but I hope you still like it. I kind of left it with an open end because...I don’t really know why but I leave it to your imagination. Be gentle with the feedback, please x|

Bonus: I make all my headers myself and if you are interested in it, I could create yours, too. I really enjoy doing it. :D

“Dammit!” The ache rose from your left foot right into your knee and your whole leg. You felt the heat in your body. Pained, you bent down to reach out for the car tire on your black shoes with steel bars. You picked the round leather object up and threw it in one corner, the essential point was, it wasn’t pushing your foot into the ground anymore. Now freed from the weight, the real pain was unleashed. Like a one-legged duck, you hobbled on your right leg off to the small office, right next to your car repair garage. As you arrived in the rather clean area, you allowed yourself to fall down on one of the customer chairs.

You put your left leg on your right one to relieve your foot from any pressure. “Please, don’t be broken. Don’t be broken, don’t be…”, carefully you moved your shoe and sock off to examine the pain’s source. Of course, it was swollen and it hurt moving and it had a funny colour, which you knew would increase in the next time, but you could move, so it wasn’t broken, just damaged and you could surely live with that. “Thank God.” You sighed, while you sank deeper in the chair.

That was, when you heard footsteps in the garage. You spun around and looked through one of the big windows, which allowed everyone, who sat in the office, to watch the mechanics at the same time. A tall black-haired man in a tan long coat. He browsed around, probably to find someone in charge.

Slowly you put your leg back on the ground. Supported by your arms, you stood up and made your way to the garage.

“May I help you, mister?” Lightly striking on your blue overall to clean it up, you walked as ordinarily as your foot allowed you to.

But your pained expression didn’t go unnoticed, as the customer tilted his head in your direction. “Are you alright?” His voice was dark, almost rough.

“Me?” You laughed a bit too sarcastically as you intended. “No, I’m fine. But you aren’t, obviously. I mean, you don’t look like you…what I meant, was: You need something, right? Why else would you be here?” It was definitely a good thing you usually didn’t have much contact with customers. You tried to cover your talking in an askew smile but you knew, it wouldn’t convince the person in front of you.

“Yes, I am in need of a well-schooled mechanic. I assume you work here and could help me out?” His face lit up, a kind smile on his face.

“Sure, where’s the baby?” You looked around to find a new vehicle on the parking area.

Again, he tilted his head in this, admittedly adorable, way, pure confusion on his gaze. “Why do humans always draw the conversation to their offspring.”

“Sorry?” Now you were the confused one.

“Anyway, my car stopped working a mile from here and I don’t know why. Unfortunately, I can’t fly at the moment, so I am dependent on this means of locomotion.” He really looked like he believed, what he was saying. You decided to ignore the flying-thing and just help him.

“Ok, so you want me to, uhm, walk with you to your car and take a look at it?”

He nodded and fumbled in his coat. “I have money.” About ten bank notes in his hands.

“Alright.” You weren’t quite sure if you did the right thing. Just going with some stranger wasn’t exactly your thing. But you took your screw-wrench with you, just in case you needed to hit him with something heavy.

“You’re are one kind one, thank you.” The corners of his lips rose and his blue eyes started shining. And you’re one cute one, mister.

After at least ten minutes, for you it was like ten years, you were still walking with your new acquaintance. By this time, you were sure, every nerve you ever had in your lower leg must have been destructed. You tried to cover your pain with exaggerated laughing, strange conversation topics and a continuous weird facial expression.

“Are you sure, you’re alright? You seem struggling with something.” He stopped and looked at you, his allegiant eyes observing every of your movements. The break didn’t help in ignoring the ache.

You cleared your throat, a little embarrassed you bit your bottom lip. “Ok, fine. I dropped this tire back in the garage and my foot is sprained now or some shit and, geez, it fucking hurts.” Admitting it, made it even worse, you teared up a bit as you turned away to escape his look. You weren’t the type that cried over every injury but it was insufferable with the constant pressure.

Castiel, that’s what he told you, was surprisingly concerned. He walked in your direction, calm but steady. Unsure what he was about to do, you just watched, ready to grab the metal in your pocket and hit him right in his face. With two of his fingers he reached out to your forehead. Ok, he’s mad. Blessing me won’t help, buddy. But thanks for trying.

The moment he touched your skin, something happened. In less than a second, your whole body, every nerve, every muscle, bowstring and every single blood cell was flooded with an electrified wave of energy. From your nose to your little toe it flowed through you. For a single moment you were in trance, not in reality anymore, too overwhelming the feeling.

“Jesus Christ!”

“No, Castiel.”

You were panting, shocked by the situation.

“How’s your foot?” There was this smile again, this time with proudness.

Your damaged foot was the last problem in this moment. Still, you focused on that but there was nothing, no pain, not even a feeling. You checked if your left leg was even there.

“How did you…” You squinted your eyes in his direction.

He smiled like a proud kid, while he straightened his blue tie.

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[sometimesambroswrites]

high school au in which alec is a jock and magnus is a loner bad boy type who secretly has a HUGE crush on him. like he's bamf and no one messes with him and he always sits alone at lunch bc people r lowkey afraid, and then like, they get partnered up on a project or something, and people watch in amazement as magnus bane, Total Badass, blushes and basically turns into a flustered mess bc "oh my god alec is so perfect! why" and alec is just. oblivious. bonus pts for them getting together happily

Sorry it took me so long! Thank you so so much for the prompt, I loved it!I … have no idea what I wrote. It’s 2000 words, which is actually some kind of a record for me? It’s been ages since I’ve been able to write more than 1000 words, so thank you for that! But I feel like I have to apologize because I have no idea what this is. I hope you like it!! Please, let me know?

Highschool hierarchy is actually,definitely a thing.

It’s also fairly easy to understand;in order to be on the top, you can:

- play football and be hot-play football and be rich- be hot and rich- date someonewho plays football and be hot- date someone who plays footballand be rich- be a cheerleader and be hot- be acheerleader and be rich

Well, there are a couple of commonthreads. Also, most of the times you’ll notice how thesecharacteristics seem to go hand in hand. Overlap, if you will.Hot, rich cheerleader dating hot, rich football player? A match madein Heaven.

Of course, there are also the littlepeople, and they are pretty much everyone else. There are no fancylabels for them, they are just kind of there. Someone will tryto climb the social ladder from time to time, but it usually doesn’tend well.

It’s pretty easy to distinguish thecrème de la crème from the little people: they always wear theschool colours. Mainly because they are always wearing their stupid,blue and yellow varsity jackets or their uncomfortably cold blue andyellow cheerleading uniforms. It’s probably an evolutionary thing:they feel the need to wear bright colours so that the little peoplewon’t stumble into them and they won’t have to ostracize them.

It mainly works.

As in every respectable hierarchies,outcasts and rule breakers and general pains in the ass can be foundin highschool too.

Take, for example, Magnus Bane.

Magnus Bane brought the hierarchy’sidentity crisis to a whole new level, because he simply doesn’tbelong to it.

He’s not simply an outcast, hedoesn’t just sit by himself during lunch and doesn’t simply wear darkmake-up and isn’t just bisexual and out and proud.

He also doesn’t give a shit.

The higher-ups tried to play withhim a little bit, at first; tried to taunt him when he first moved tothe school, but when he bothered with a response it was usually anarched eyebrow and some witty remark most students didn’t even get.

So they grew tired of him.

They didn’t, by any means, leave himalone, because that would probably go against their primal instincts;no, they simply spread rumours about him.

There’s a new one every few weeks.STDs. Homicide. A notebook with the name of every single person he’sever slept with – apparently a lot, since he has such a wide rangeof possibility. Take your pick.

He’s never denied any of them, nevercared enough to, which is, of course, a tragedy.

But he’s pretty much always alone,which is good: disruptive behaviour is contagious.

But, like most things, this is boundto change.

~

The thing about Magnus Bane –because everyone has a Thing, capital t and all – isthat he has a crush, which is pretty normal, right? Teenagers andhormones and all of that.

Except that Magnus’ crush isbasically royalty.

Introducing Alec Lightwood.

Football player: check.

Rich: check.

Hot: double check.

Best friends with the footballteam’s captain: bonus check.

So it’s not simply a crush, it’s acurse. Mainly because he doesn’t even have the decency ofbeing an idiot or a complete douchebag; Magnus has AP Physics and APHistory with the guy, and he definitely has a brain on him. He mindshis own business, most of the times, which is pretty surprisingconsidering he’s constantly surrounded by admirers.

It probably comes with the territoryof being best friends with Jace Wayland.

Anyway, the crush in itself wasn’t ahuge problem; it’s not like he’s ever talked to the guy, norwill he ever talk to him. Right?

Wrong.

The Thing about Mr. Harris is thathe hates grading stuff and hates thinking up tests, hates teaching,to be fair, so he assigns projects.

They are usually presentations orlessons the students basically give each other, and it’s usually a Bif Mr. Harris falls asleep, an A if he doesn’t. Brevity and fleshycolours are the key.

But not this time.

Of course, not this time.

He says: -I’ve assigned each of youa partner, you will work on your project together. Simply pick atopic both of you are interested in and prepare a presentation forthe rest of the class.

See? Laziness at its finest. For tworeasons: first, he doesn’t even want to listen to all of them,so he pairs them up, and second, well, simply pick a topic?

Magnus is fidgeting under his desk;everyone else simply looks bored as Harris lists the pairs he’schosen, but he’s basically praying that he doesn’t –

-Bane, you are with Lightwood.

Fuck.

~

-Hey,you’re Magnus, right?

Magnusswallows as he looks up.

Alec– Lightwood? Alec Lightwood? – is smiling at him, this halfsmile-slash-smirk he does, his dark hair messy and his eyes brightand soft.

-Y-Yes,-he says, and then immediately feels like burying himself because thatalmost sounded like a question,like he doesn’t know his own name.

-Great,-Alec’s smile takes over his whole mouth, -We’re together then.

Magnusblinks.

Alec’ssmile seems to somewhat dim a little: -For the physics project?

Magnusfeels himself blush: -Oh, right. Yes, of course.

Alec’ssmile is a bit more cautious: -Is my house okay? We can meet thereafter practice, you can stay for dinner if you want.

Howdo people normally talk to Alec Lightwood without fainting? Like,daily.

-Uhm,s-sure. I’ll let you know?

-Great.-,Alec digs into the pocket of his black jeans, holds out his phone,-Give me your number, I’ll give you a call.

Itgenuinely takes Magnus fifteen seconds to remember how to work aphone and what his number is.

Hehands Alec his phone back, watches as he types out something and hisown phone buzzes in his pocket.

UnknownHi:)

-I’llsee you later then.

Magnusbarely has the time tolook up from his phone to see him go, and he notices how prettymucheveryone is lookingbetweenthe two of them.

Great.

~

WhenAlec opens the door his hair is wet and he looks like he’s justfinished showering. It’s fine. Magnus is fine.

-Hey,come in,- Alec opens the door a bit wider and takes a step back tolet him in, -Sorry, practice ran a bit late.

Magnusclears his throat: -No worries.

Thehouse is huge.Not that Magnus expected anything different, but he still sneaksquick glances here and there while Alec asks: -My room okay?

AndMagnus is kind of hitwithhow personal that sounds, myroom,and he almost physically stops to wonder whywouldAlec Lightwood ever invite him to his own house, especially because –Magnus is not an idiot. Not most of the times. He knows what peoplesay about him, and he knowsit’s pretty ridiculous, but he doesn’t mind – it keeps most peopleaway, and it’s absolute bliss. But it doesn’t mean that other peopledon’t listen to those rumors.

He’skind of worried this is some sort of prank now.

-Magnus?You okay?

-Yes,-he blinks, -Yes, sorry, no, your room is fine.

-Okay,-he gestures towards the stairs, -Right this way.

Alec’sroom is tidy, which is – well, not necessarily a surprise, butcertainly something.

Aleclets his backpack fall to the floor, looks around for a second with athoughtful frown: -I could take the bed and you can take the chair,if it’s okay? Sorry, I didn’t think of getting another chair.

Magnusshakes his head, still ridiculously relieved that this didn’t turnout to be some kind of prank – yet. -Chair is good,- he says, andthen, slightly late on registering what Alec had exactly said: -Imean, chair and bed. It’s – fine.

He’skind of hoping for the floor to open and swallow him.

-Sweet,-Alec says, sitting on his bed with cross-legged, and Magnus – can’tquite bring himself to sit on the chair.

-I’msorry, but – I have to ask.-, Alec looks at him with a confusedfrown, -Why are you so calm about this?,- he gestures at the room.

Alec’sfrown deepens: -What do you mean?

-Imean,- Magnus sighs, -You know who I am, right?

-Youmean, have I heard what people say about you?

Magnustries not to fidget: -Yes.

Alechuffs: -Have you actually killed anyone?

Magnussnorts despite himself: -I had never heard this one before.

-Precisely,-Alec says, rolling his eyes, -Idoubt any of the rumors about you are true.

Magnusshrugs, sitting on the chair and turning so that he’s facing Alec: -Acouple, maybe,- he says, tongue in cheek.

Alecgrins: -I knew you had a third eye on your back.

Magnuslaughs: -Well, I couldn’t hide it forever.

Alecshakes his head, chuckling: -So, uhm, have you already thought aboutthe project?

-Just– - he reaches for his backpack, taking a sheet of paper from anotebook, -made a list of all the topics I thought could beinteresting,- he hands it to Alec, -but we can add something ifthere’s nothing you like.

Alecreads quickly, eyes scanning the page as he hums thoughtfully: -No,these look great!- he looks up, eyes bright: -Did you have anythingparticular in mind?

Magnusshrugs: -Relativity could be interesting,- he says, -Or entropy.

-Iwas thinking relativity too,- Alec says, -I’ll just – - he shufflestowards the end of the bed and reaches forward, and Magnus suddenlyhas a face full of Alec Lightwood and he literally holds hid breathbecause he has noidea what’sgoing on until Alec says: - get my laptop.

JesusChrist.

Alecsits back on the bed: -Alright. Let’s do this.

~

Alecis – well. Magnus just hates him.

Alecis fascinated by physics and he’s pouting by eight p.m. because he’shungry and he absolutely can’t cook, which is why they order pizza,and he has a little brother who makes grabby hands at a slice of saidpizza while sitting in Alec’s lap and a little sister who looks likeshe could burn you alive with a glance, and his parents aren’t homeso they don’t bother with plates, and it’s just – exhausting. It’shonestly exhausting knowing that Alec Lightwood exists.

Itwas bad enough beforeMagnussaw him in his home, with his family, when he could still simplyappreciate his abs and move on, but now – it’s going to be hell.

Theysay goodbye at nine p.m. and Alec sees him out, closing the doorbehind himself – Magnus is pretty sure he can hear Izzy and Maxgiggle behind it.

Well,“say goodbye” is an understatement because they awkwardly standthere for a few seconds, Magnus looking at him with that, he’s prettysure, is a non acceptable level of fascination, at least until herealises Alec is looking back at him, a questioning expression on hisface.

Andit just. Comes out. -I just – you’re kind of perfect.

Andthen he’s blushing like crazy and bubbling: -I mean, no – sorry,that was not – I mean – -, and he’s contemplating the idea ofrunning to the street and wait for a car to end his misery, but Alecsays: -There is one rumor that I’m kind of hoping could be true.-,ears red and eyes bright, hands stuffed into the pocket of his jeans.

AndMagnus blinks for several seconds, trying to wrap his head aroundthat,and everything that comes out is a small: -Oh.

Alecsmiles, says: -See you tomorrow, Magnus,- softly, eyes lingering onhis lips, and Magnus nods as he forces his legs to bring himsomewhere, anywherethatisn’t there as he hears Alec going back inside.

Itonly works for a few steps.

Alecopens the door with a surprised expression and Magnus is asking: -You– You meant the bisexual thing, didn’t you? Because I’m afraid Idon’t actually have an ey – -

Andthen.

Andthen Alec Lightwood is kissing him, a quick peck on his lips, dry andjust – oh.

Alecsounds out of breath when he whispers: -See you tomorrow?- right onhis lips.

Magnuslicks his lips: -Yeah, sounds good.

#i was also asked for a sequel #..... #malec #malec fic #malec fanfic #malec fanfiction #malec fic rec #malec prompt #ambros writes #otp: heart & soul #shadowhunters

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Rio & Buster

Rio: I'm sorry Rio: I handled that poorly Rio: and that fucked up being there for you about the Chloe thing so yeah, my bad Buster: She ain't the one I care about Rio: I know Rio: but I care about you and I didn't show it Buster: Nah, what you showed me is that you don't know 'cause you compared me to him Buster: He's never cared about you Rio: I did Rio: I was angry and I just felt gross, not an excuse but I didn't mean it Rio: You know I didn't, right? Buster: I don't know Buster: I've told you before, lads have done a fucking number on you, I don't know how you think Buster: Maybe it is all the same to you, like Buster: And maybe this is fucked up Buster: 'Cause I did wanna fuck you and yeah, I've known you as long as he has Buster: Maybe everyone's right and I'm wrong Rio: Do you want to stop? Buster: I don't wanna be another fucked up relationship for you Rio: You aren't Rio: and it isn't the same for me but if you don't believe me you don't believe me, you don't have to Buster: I want to Rio: I know you ain't got much reason to Rio: and it was especially fucked 'cos of how Chloe did you Rio: I don't know, it was easier to say that when I thought you were attacking me about it Buster: I'm a cunt when I get mad but I'm not ever trying to put this on you Buster: I mean it every time I say he's the one who's fucked Buster: You could be a literal star on pornhub and it still ain't right how he is with you Rio: So am I Rio: Yeah Rio: I just don't like thinking about it Rio: never mind talking about it Buster: I'm sorry Buster: I just want you to be able to talk about it with someone so you don't think bad shit like that, you know Rio: Don't say sorry, I'm meant to be apologising Rio: It's not easy, I know you get that Buster: I don't care, I feel it so I'm gonna say it Buster: I wanna make things easier for you but I somehow fuck it up so Rio: You do make things easier for me Rio: never mind easy, you make so much shit bearable that otherwise wouldn't be Buster: Tell me how I can make this better too Rio: I don't know, babe Rio: I'm messed up Buster: You're not Buster: The situation is Rio: Well, a little bit, let's be real Buster: No more than anyone else Buster: Less than me Rio: Come on Rio: Ain't a competition either of us need to wino Buster: I still am though Rio: Okay, okay, I'll let you have it Rio: Can we be good? Rio: It's Christmas Buster: We can be good 'cause I love you Buster: And I miss you Buster: I don't care what time of year it is Rio: Promise Rio: Promise you don't think I'm too fucked Buster: Don't be stupid Buster: You know I think you're perfect Rio: I love you Buster: I love you, babe Buster: And I'm sorry, like it or not Rio: Well I'm more sorry Rio: deal with it Buster: Touche Rio: How are you Buster: Standard Buster: Are you okay? Rio: Are you being honest? Rio: I'm okay now we're talking Buster: I mean, I'm used to feeling like this, yeah Rio: That makes my heart hurt Rio: What can I do? Buster: You're doing it already Rio: I miss you Rio: What are you doing today? Buster: I just got back from the gym so I'm open to offers, like Rio: I'll think of something worth it then Buster: Don't you have work? Rio: Yeah but we've got a few hours Buster: I can make that work Rio: I need to do some shopping Rio: you got much left to get? Buster: No but like I need an excuse to buy shit for myself Buster: I'll still come with Rio: You can help Rio: I have no idea what to get, I got Pablo in the secret santa 🙄 Buster: You know it Buster: Always ready for heroics, however small Buster: That'll be easy Rio: Yeah, what I figured Rio: he'll be grateful for your input and so will I Buster: Yeah? Buster: I'll do my best for you then Rio: Yeah, you'll see Rio: What do you want for Christmas, seriously, I need clues Buster: I want you Rio: You already have me Rio: Goes without saying Buster: Not with the fam around it doesn't Rio: You know I'll find a way Rio: when everyone is in a food coma in front of the TV, no doubt Buster: That's why you're my fave, obviously Rio: I should hope so Rio: no one better be coming for my 👑 with a seriously good present, like Buster: I mean, Nance has form for good gifting but Rio: No need to tell me Rio: Least she's off my list Rio: not in a shady way, of course 😂 Buster: You've bought her gift before mine? 😒 Buster: Rude Rio: Awh baby, no 😘 we agreed to skip it so we can have money for Milan in the summer Buster: Good Rio: If I'm extra nice today will you give me a clue forreal? Buster: We'll see Rio: 😟 Please Buster: If you keep asking me that nicely Rio: Noted Rio: You getting me etiquette lessons? Buster: Fuck no Buster: Yesterday aside, I love the way you talk to me Rio: Yesterday won't happen again Rio: I promise Buster: You don't have to promise me that Buster: I'm always angry, I can't be that hypocrite, like Rio: I want to promise it though Rio: I promise I don't wanna be that mean again, even if I am, yeah Rio: that's a compromise Buster: Well then I promise too Rio: Baby, I missed you Buster: I love it when you call me that Rio: Good Rio: 'cos you are my baby Buster: I've missed you so much Buster: I couldn't sleep last night Rio: Me either Rio: It's hard enough when you're not there as is Rio: never mind not knowing if you're okay or if you hate me forever Buster: Baby, I could never Buster: Stay with me tonight, yeah? Buster: However late you're working I don't care Rio: I'm on 'til 1.30 Rio: I won't wake you if you're sleeping like an 😇 Buster: Wake me Rio: Only if I can do it in a fun way Buster: I'm not gonna give you a clue for that Buster: I reckon you've got it covered Rio: Not a total amatuer, like Buster: Good to know Buster: 'Cause I fucking ache for you already Rio: 😩 Oh God Rio: and your body is going to be so hard from the gym, please Buster: [sends some gym selfies from earlier cause you know he just has those] Rio: I want you Rio: Fuck baby Rio: I need you before we go out, like, there's no way I'm concentrating otherwise Buster: You've got me Buster: I'm right there with you, babe Buster: I need you so badly Rio: You're so gorgeous Rio: I want to put my hands and mouth all over every inch of you Buster: Jesus Buster: You have to, please Rio: I will Rio: Until you're begging me to touch you where you really need it most Buster: Fuck Rio: That's providing I can resist going straight there myself Buster: I won't be mad if you can't Rio: I bet Buster: I am mad that I have to get dressed right now though Rio: Don't Rio: not yet Buster: Say please Rio: Please Rio: I want you naked Buster: Okay Rio: I'll come to you Rio: Is anyone there? Buster: No Buster: But even if they were, I still need you here Rio: Thank fuck though Rio: but agreed, sorry everyone Buster: Are you gonna be mad if we don't make it to the shops? 'Cause you're not even in my bed yet but I don't want you to leave it Rio: Not even a little bit Buster: I'll get the cuffs out if necessary but I know you want your hands free so Rio: I'll be good Rio: for a little while Rio: then I might need reminding Buster: You're always so good, baby Rio: 'cos you earn it Rio: you're so good to me, daddy Buster: I love you Rio: I love you Buster Buster: Come and show me Rio: 🤤 I'm just toeing the line of staying turned on but not being so needy I can't drive Buster: Worry about driving, I'll worry about getting you there Rio: Stop being so hot then thank you Buster: You're the one telling me not to cover up Rio: 'cos the idea of having you naked and not appreciating every sensory delight of that goes against everything I stand for Buster: I know Rio: Now I'm distracted again Buster: As much as I want you to hurry up, I'd rather you didn't crash Rio: That's nice to know, babe Rio: romance ain't dead yet Buster: Shhh Buster: I'm saving the romance for when you make it here in one piece Rio: I know Rio: such a cutie Buster: Don't tell anyone Buster: Or I'll take the ice bucket I set up back downstairs, like Rio: 🤐 Rio: Good girl, promise Buster: I can promise now that nobody's here or they would have seen me by now Buster: So you don't have to stay quiet for long Rio: 😂 I'm glad you get to save that view just for me Buster: Me too 'cause I'm such a good boy that I didn't even slip my robe on Rio: 😋 Rio: you really putting in the hours to get on the nice list huh Rio: never too late babe Buster: 'Course Buster: I meant what I said, don't be sitting on Santa's lap and telling him what you want instead of me Rio: I was so gutted when we started arguing 'cos you killed me when you said that and what a waste Rio: not the only reason but you know, priorities Buster: 😂 Buster: How has he earnt that though like? Fuck off 🎅 Rio: Fair, only putting in graft one night a year is a bit of a cheek for all the hype he gets Buster: Cheers, babe Buster: So supportive Rio: You already know you my favourite daddy Buster: I like hearing it though Rio: I'll tell you all about it when I'm reeling off my wish list, like Buster: Yeah? Buster: While you can still speak, like Rio: Fuck Rio: I want that so bad Buster: I want you so bad Rio: I'm coming Buster: You're gonna be saying that again for me soon Rio: Can't even say promises promises because yeah Rio: I'm ready Rio: good thing we got a while to keep playing Buster: I'm gonna make the most of every minute with and for you baby Rio: Least they can't open Christmas Buster: Thank Christ Buster: You want me to keep you company tonight? I've got work I can do as per Rio: It's what he died for Rio: wrong holiday but still appreciated nonetheless Rio: 'course, likewise always appreciated Buster: 😂 Buster: I will then Buster: You can work on your focus while I'm being the hot nerd you like Rio: I'll do my best Rio: Lord knows you've got competition with all the rowdy work dos rn 🙄 Buster: Tell me what my word count has to be on my essay before I can go from nerd to hero and distract you how I do best Buster: 500? 1000? Let me know and when I reach it I'll reach for my phone and fave app Rio: Depends Rio: What's your total? Buster: 5000 Buster: Easy, like Rio: Hmm, you need to do 1000 then Buster: Alright Rio: How you doin' babe? Buster: How do you think? Rio: Keep on keeping on Rio: Poor baby 😢 Rio: Don't they know it's the most wonderful time of the year Buster: I'll remind you you said that at work later, yeah? Rio: 😏 Rio: the traffic around your way is the worst Rio: I've not moved in ages Buster: Well, if you don't need your hands on the wheel, use that to your advantage, like Rio: I like the way your mind works Buster: There are reasons you've kept me around this long Rio: I know, but if you wanna remind me I'm not gonna say no Buster: Good to know Buster: And likewise 'cause I'm thinking about how good it'll be when you finally show up Buster: So anything you wanna contribute is always appreciated Rio: [Pics] Rio: I got you Buster: Fuck Buster: You're so beautiful Rio: You're lovely Buster: I don't have words Buster: Taking my breath away too Rio: Cheap trick to get mouth to mouth Rio: but I'll allow it Buster: Now all I can think about is kissing you Buster: And just that shouldn't be getting to me how it is Rio: Why not Rio: Kissing is the best Buster: I just Buster: I never used to think so Buster: Breaking all my rules for you, like Rio: Well, you did need to work on your skillz Rio: but you know I'm the best Buster: You went from it weren't that bad to it was perfect, not technically but, back to shading me Buster: Damn Buster: Clearly I do Rio: 😬 Whoops Buster: 💔 Rio: Tryna motivate not bruise your ego baby Rio: You know I was still 😻 Buster: Yeah 'cause you loved me Buster: And you didn't know any better Rio: I do now Rio: Still 😻 Buster: I can't even play right now and act like its not like that for me Buster: You were good then, you're even better now Rio: Baby Buster: Tell yourself I'm only saying it 'cause I'm so turned on if you didn't wanna hear it but like, that isn't true Buster: I mean, I am desperate for you but Rio: No, I did Rio: I just don't know what to say Rio: or why you're so nice and perfect Buster: You don't have to say anything, baby, it's okay Buster: I know what you think and feel about me Rio: You do? Rio: Good, 'cos you've got to know Buster: I do Buster: Nobody shows me like you do, you know Rio: Better not Rio: I'll fight them Buster: Don't tempt me Buster: I wanna see that Rio: 😒 Rio: Be more typical Buster: I can't help that everything you do is hot Rio: You have fun with that 'cos I won't be going anywhere near you if you get with someone else Buster: I'd rather have fun with you Buster: You know nobody else comes close, right? Rio: Just don't forget then boy and we'll be fine Buster: Come on, I can't forget Buster: And if I ever did you can fight me instead Rio: I don't wanna Rio: You're too pretty Buster: You're not gonna be able to reach my face so it don't matter, babe Rio: Babe Rio: You know I know how to get you down on your knees Rio: Don't test me Buster: You say that like it's not exactly where I wanna be Rio: Not if you're getting beatdown Rio: I'm very tough and scary, remember Buster: You're so fucking hot is what you are Buster: I'd let you hurt me if you wanna Rio: There's nothing I wouldn't let you do honestly Rio: is that fucked Rio: I don't care Buster: If it's fucked we both are Buster: But it doesn't feel like that to me Rio: Me either Rio: You never make me feel like that Rio: wrong Buster: Good Buster: 'Cause you shouldn't Buster: You make me feel like I can do anything and I want to give you that too Rio: Lots of my exes have, hell, people in general Rio: Good, 'cos you can Rio: gonna be so fucking good, yeah? Buster: I hate that Buster: But it won't happen again, I'm not gonna let it Buster: You're gonna be proved right again, babe. End of Rio: Sounds like a plan to me Rio: Okay, finally here Rio: Time to prove why you're my baby Buster: Thank Christ 'cause that traffic was killing me Buster: It's cold, get in the hot tub Rio: You don't need to ask me nice or twice Buster: The champagne is already there if you wanna open it but I'm not in no rush for anything other than you so Rio: 😍 Rio: Jesus, I love you Buster: I love you too

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READY FOR HIS COMING 9th December 2018,  9.30 and 11 a.m Mt. 24. 36-44 & Malachi  3. 1-4    Kay Morison

INTRO: Before we retired to Poole, we lived for many years in secluded vicarages, often with a graveyard right next door, yet not a single attempt to burgle us had taken place. We may have mentioned this before, but when we moved into a block of flats here in Poole, we thought we were really safe.

Actually we never gave it much thought.  We had residents just the other side of the wall to protect us, to see and hear what was happening, and of course, houses all round us.  How wrong we were!  We were away for only 24 hours and yet someone broke in by smashing the double glazed living room window. All my inherited jewellery from my Mother and Mother in law,  plus our passports all stolen!

When we got back we installed a burglar alarm, but by then it was too late!  The fact is, we hadn’t been ready for a burglar. We weren’t organised.   We were not prepared. We never gave even the possibility of a thief a thought.    We were simply Not Ready.  

Not Ready….That’s exactly what Jesus said in today’s Gospel about his second coming: “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come. But understand this, If the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch, and would not have let his house be broken into. So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him.”vv 42-44

Jesus said He is coming again “at an hour when you do not expect him”  so there’s a need to be ready for Him!

This need to “Get ready” is exactly why the Christian church has the season of Advent.  It is a special four week season.   It used to be marked in a similar way to Lent, with fasting, prayers and spiritual discipline.   But it’s Very different today!  Secular Christmas preparations seem to start even before October is upon us!  I was asked five weeks ago “Are you ready for Christmas?”  No one asks “Are you ready for Jesus’ second coming?”!

The traditional word for the special season we have arrived at, is “ADVENT”. A word basically meaning “COMING”,

In Advent we actually prepare for two “comings”.   The first is of course the coming of Jesus as a baby. Sadly, for much of the world outside the Christian community, Advent is quite simply a secular and commercial festival.  Preparing for Father Christmas and family feasting.  Nothing to do with the birth of Jesus unless you happen to notice a Christmas Crib in a shop window.  In fact, most people don’t even think about the real meaning of Christmas. However, it is good to know that Cathedrals see more worshippers at this time of year, as do many parish churches.    Perhaps more people than we realise do remember the meaning of Christmas Day.  

But the lack of knowledge about the real meaning of Christmas should be for us a wake-up call as regards the majority of youngsters.  For example: The Scripture Union, which was one of All SS Mission charities for years, wrote recently telling us  two or three worrying statistics.   Sources were given for these statistics.    One such comment was  “Thousands of children think that Rudolf the red-nose reindeer was in the stable at Jesus’ birth!”

And the second statistic given by Scripture Union: “30% of 1000 children surveyed, believe that the wise men heard about the birthday of Jesus….. through Facebook!”

Scripture Union has produced a small booklet for children, called “The First Christmas”.  It tells the real story of Christmas.   No Rudolf, No Facebook. Scripture Union are giving it out for free in places like Food Banks & Hospitals. In faith S.U. has printed 120,000.  They cost a pound to produce.  A great resource.  Ask me if you want to know more.

Perhaps if you think back to the sort of Advent Calendar you first had, maybe it was just a matter of opening a door each day and seeing a picture to do with the Christmas story.  But now many Advent calendars are just yet another commercial item.  You can, I actually saw, have an Advent Calendar with a little bottle of gin behind each door. Wow!!

So Advent has lost much of its meaning.   The meaning of being ready for the arrival of Jesus as the special Baby of Bethlehem.  But that’s only half of the story. As I said there is a second meaning of Advent. There’s more to come! 

Advent speaks also of the return of Christ to this earth as King of All.  Christ’s second coming. Are we really prepared for that? So…

ADVENT IS A CALL TO BE READY:  That’s my One Basic Point….      but Why should that be so??

Jesus tells us: “because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him! (Mt. 24. 44b)

And my first question is – and I address it as much to myself as anyone else - if the Lord returned today, am I confident I would be ready and waiting  to welcome him?  Is my life such a transparent book that there is nothing I would want to hide from the King of Kings? 

And of course, that includes my thoughts, not just my actions….  Not just what people see outwardly, but what you and I are really like inwardly. A huge challenge isn’t it?

So what am I going to do about the things that are less than the best in my life?   Christmas lights in the porch are not sufficient!  Tinsel is not enough! Advent is about having a very early spiritual Spring Clean – 

The Matthew passage we heard read, emphasises this need to be ready, and that, several times.   We are told to keep watch.  This doesn’t mean trying to work out exactly when Jesus will return.    

Remember also that Jesus himself said he did not know the time of his return.  So why try and work it out? In Mark 13. V. 32 Jesus  says “No one knows about that  day or hour,  not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.”  

But the King of Kings is certainly coming! So we need to be ready for Him, have a spiritual spring clean, get rid of some of the rubbish which clutters our lives.  Rubbish which detracts from our living our Christian lives better.  

After our burglary the  Crime Prevention Officer came to see us.  She suggested three ways to improve our flat’s security - to help us be ready if another burglar did try to gain access.  We followed her advice and did all those three things.

So today I’d like to suggest three positive ways we can make sure we are ready for Jesus’ return.  The Church describes it as His “Second Coming”.

1. ADVENT IS A TIME TO FIND FAITH     To really make faith our own.  The challenge of Advent is to be ready for the coming of our King – Jesus!  And that means willing to welcome Him personally.  

It’s much more than having a merely academic belief in fact of Jesus’ Death and Rising Again. In picture language, it means having the door to our hearts, our innermost personality, wide open to receive Him. And a sign saying “Welcome Lord Jesus” clearly displayed.

For Jesus will come in to share His life with you – no doubt at all!  He promises to - And to any who doubt this, The very same risen Christ clearly says: “here I am, standing at the door and knocking! If anyone hears my voice, and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me…”  You can read that yourself in Revelation chapter 3 verse 14.

Let’s look at this truth in another way:

There is a very apt saying that, “God has no grandchildren” . God has Children, YES!.......But Grandchildren, NO!  You cannot inherit your faith from someone else.  There’s no such thing as second-hand Faith.

Each person’s faith – trust and openness to Jesus - must be their very own. We each need to make our own commitment to Jesus, asking him into our lives.

So we can’t rely on the faith of our parents, or our Godparents, or the Bishop who  maybe confirmed us.

For the Christian, faith is individual, personal.  When faced with Jesus’ promised return we need our own faith. A trust in Him which is part of our very being, not just an external creed we recite Sunday by Sunday…… Advent is a time to Find Faith.

2. ADVENT IS A TIME TO SAY SORRY – A time to say sorry – AND MEAN IT! There’s another very vivid saying which goes like this: “Keep short accounts with God” This means quite simply, when we do something wrong, tell a lie, blow our tops, display the wrong sort of anger, etc. etc, - the list is endless - Don’t wait to ask forgiveness – do it at once!  Clear the decks – say SORRY!

For unforgiven sin sadly acts as a barrier between us and the Lord. Cuts us off from God.  So don’t just shrug your mistakes off!   Don’t even wait until the next time you are here at All SS to ask God for His forgiveness. Ask God immediately you realise you have let Him down, and at the same time realise that you have let your “best” self down too.

It’s not that God doesn’t want to forgive you, but if you are hiding yourself and your sin away in a cupboard, you’re not allowing Him to lift you up out of the darkness of your sorrow and forgive you.

Keep short accounts with God. Very short ones. Advent is a Time to Say Sorry!

3. ADVENT IS A TIME TO ACT   We need to get up out of our comfortable arm chairs and start working for the Lord who loves us so much and delights when we use the talents He has given us.  

John and I listened to the advice given after our burglary and did the three simple things as advised.   We did what we were told to do. Similarly, if you are truly a child of God, He will be asking and expecting you to do something special for Him.  Only you and He know precisely what that is.

Maybe something very simple starting with the Christmas Season….

Could you deliver some of the Christmas cards?  Look on the porch table for any left-overs.

Could you join in the carol singing in various care homes? There is a list in the porch. And a leaflet here.    It gives you a chance to wear something bright and cheerful and brings cheer into the lives of the people in those nursing homes.  Their faces often light up when they see us coming.

It used to be a great thing each New Year to make a Good Year Resolution – usually about giving something up!  I wonder how long such resolutions actually last?  Much better to find out something practical TO DO!  Something positive to do for our Lord in the coming year.  

How about joining the Alpha course starting on January 16th.  Details are on the back of the Christmas leaflet.  I really can recommend this course:  I’ve participated in it, in Cornwall, Derby and here.  Advent is a time to Act.  Why not Act by deciding to come to Alpha in the New Year?

Another Idea:   Recent Statistical Research has discovered that in our parish/ward we have one of the very highest proportions of single or bereaved and elderly people in the whole area. Many of whom are lonely, who long for a chat, even a smile could light up their day!  You almost certainly know someone like that…. How about resolving to visit them, say once a fortnight?  Taking a little bit of light into a lonely person’s life?  Isn’t that precisely one of the things our Friend and Saviour did while he was with us here on earth? So take time to talk with Jesus in prayer about what He is wanting you to do for Him…..and then DO IT!

CONCLUSION:

The fact is that JESUS IS COMING! What are you and I going to do about it?  

Four straightforward things to put into action:

Advent is a time to be ready Advent is a time to find faith Advent is a time to say sorry Advent is a time to act.

Let’s pray:

Lord Jesus, You’ve promised to come back to your followers, we don’t know when it’s going to be, but we want to be ready for you:

Help each one of us to truly open our lives to your love and your guidance. Help us to keep short accounts with you and promptly ask your forgiveness, immediately we go wrong. Help us not to be just passive pew sitters, but rather, active disciples, seeking practical ways in which we can show your love to others. For your name’s sake, AMEN

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08/10/2018 DAB Transcript

Ezra 10:1-44 , 1 Corinthians 6:1-20 , Psalms 31:9-18 , Proverbs 21:3

Today is August 10th. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I'm Brian and it’s great to be here with you as it is every day that we take another step forward. And, so, I’m glad we can come around this global campfire and be together and welcome the presence of the Lord among us, and allow God's word to speak. We’re reading from the English Standard Version this week and today we’ll pick up where we left off. We’re working our way through the story of Ezra, chapter 10 verse 1 through 44.

Commentary:

Okay. So, as we continue through this letter that Paul has written to the church at Corinth, we can see Paul, he is not afraid to be direct. Actually, we find this in pretty much all of the letter writers in the New Testament. And later in the year will hear from James. He’s not afraid to be direct. We’ll hear from Peter. He’s not afraid. And we’ll hear from the apostle John again, who is also a son of thunder. He's not afraid to be direct, but as we can see, neither is Paul. For example, he kinda shames the Corinthians today for taking each other to court to resolve issues that they should have been able to handle within the community of faith. And he condemns a number of behaviors strongly. But just because Paul was direct, does not mean that shame and condemnation was his intention? It actually wasn't. Paul was trying to call the people in the churches to a higher standard. And not just a higher moral stand, like, just more rules to obey. He was trying to reveal to them a different, a completely different reality, one in which freedom reigned. So, in Paul's worldview, when Jesus came that changed the entire scope of all humanity, right? Through Christ, essentially, a new humanity was created of which Jesus was the firstborn. We learned this when we were going through Paul's last letter, the book of Romans. So, I mean, mankind had been under this curse of rebellion and of sin and that created this breach, this chasm, between humanity and divinity, between God and man, and the repercussions were ever visible everywhere, they still are. Like, I’m not telling you something you haven't heard before. Like, this is Christian orthodoxy 101. A breach was created by sin. Man could not repair the breach. God came and rescued humanity through Jesus and did away with what separated man and God, which was sin. And Jesus resurrection eliminated the power of sin in the life of a believer. So, that is freedom, which is a different definition or a different kind of freedom than the world offers. And that kind of freedom basically says, look, you can do whatever you want, whenever you want, with whoever you choose. No matter what the problems are, you're free to do as you like. Paul's perspective on this and why he’s being so direct today is to say, that is not actually freedom, it's really bondage in disguise. So, Paul says in our reading today. I am allowed to do anything but not everything is good for me. I can do whatever I want but I must not become a slave to anything. And Paul was telling these Corinthian believers that they could do whatever they wanted, but just because you have the ability to make those kinds of choices doesn't mean they're good choices. So, I mean, like, how can we gage ourselves? How can…how can we keep an eye on ourselves and know when we start to veer off the narrow path that leads to life into the wide path leads to death? According to Paul, we have to stay aware of what we’re becoming a slave to because slavery isn't freedom. But we can use our freedom to become slaves and enslave others. So, let's invite the Holy Spirit into that today. What am I becoming a slave to? What is it that I already know. I’m already moving in that direction. I’m enslaving myself. Let’s invite the Holy Spirit into that. And as we do, let's remember, we have been set free from that. The choice is ours whether we’re going to re-enslave ourselves.

Father, we do. We invite you into that. We invite you into what we encounter in the Scriptures most every day and we invite you into this. Show us Holy Spirit. What are the things that we are beginning to enslave ourselves with when we are free? And we surrender those things to you. We’re not walking back into bondage. We’re going to live free. We’re going to live as a part of this new thing that you are doing in the world of which Jesus is the firstborn and we have also been born into it. We’re going to live in a free world and no longer be slaves of sin. Come Holy Spirit. we pray. In Jesus name we ask. Amen.

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