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⌞dove :⌝ a girl in the anthropological sense and the mythological one

ꕤ sheher , armenian , 15 , intp , psychology-coded eldest daughter syndrome , bookmarked heart , annotated everything , written by sylvia plath w/ edits by nabakov, d. grayson's little dove, j.todd's notebook girl , selina kyle's sapphic situationship , vanilla flavored , n1 fan of tragic women , tea runs in my veins , books eat me alive , i am mostly made of characters i’ve fallen in love with & girls i’ve imagined being , dc loyalist , comic panel heart w/ a murder mystery brain , i have too many selves. they rotate. terminally aware. part-girl , part-overdue library book , all eyes & no sleep , soft-spoken detective. ꕤ

⌞dove :⌝ i'm not okay but also i'm fine. like, don't touch me but also hold my hand

INTRO ; SHELF ; GUIDELINES ; LOML'S ; REQUEST STATUS ; PINTEREST ; SHIFTING + LOA

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La chica en la azotea/ The girl on the roof PT.2

En las alcantarillas todo está tranquilo, abril se encuentra en la escuela, Mikey debe estar leyendo comics, Rafa alimenta a Spike y desde mi laboratorio apenas podía escuchar la televisión sintonizando el programa de Leo, seguía investigando la tecnología del Kraang y aunque este día no fue tan malo aún tenía mi curiosidad puesta en esa chica, que será de ella? Hoy ella también tuvo un día horrible? Cuando tengo dudas en mi cabeza no puedo completar bien mi trabajo así que apague mi laptop por un momento y salí de mi laboratorio solo una salida rápida como todas las demás

-   A dónde vas Donnie? –

Esa es la voz de mi hermano Leo que aun viendo la televisión se dio cuenta de mi intento para salir a la superficie

-   Solo voy a tomar un poco de aire fresco Leo, no tardare mucho –

-   Hhhhmm está bien, no dejes que nadie te vea aún hay luz en las calles –

Volví a mí misma ruta para salir y empecé a caminar por las alcantarillas, si voy a seguir haciendo esto debería aprenderme una ruta más sencilla para llegar a su apartamento, quien sabe tal vez la visite solo unas cuantas veces más, de nuevo esto es con fines de curiosidad! La forma en que ella descarga su ira es muy peculiar pero efectiva, debo vigilarla para que su rango de descargar su ira no sobre pase los limites, quien sabe tal vez ella sea nuestra próxima enemiga! Lo cual espero que no sea así.

Llegue a su apartamento y ya casi iba a anochecer, no pude acercarme mucho esta vez porque ella ya estaba ahí, observe con cuidado y note que el suelo estaba limpio

“de seguro limpio los vidrios de la noche anterior”

Ahora ella solamente estaba ahí, leyendo un libro recostada, no podía ver la portada pero si podía ver su rostro, ella estaba sonriendo y riendo? Al parecer debe ser un libro muy bueno o muy divertido para ella, su paz fue interrumpida por una paloma que justo aterrizo en la misma azotea que ella y algo cerca, a ella no le pareció importarle acerco su mano con cuidado y acaricio al ave, se sentó de piernas cruzadas y

Le empezó a contar de su libro a la paloma?...

Es decir yo hago lo mismo con cabeza de metal o Timothy, pero una paloma? Esta chica es rara, si supiera que no solo la paloma puede escucharla yo también estoy ahí, por la descripción de la historia parece ser el cuento de la Bella y la Bestia y según sus palabras es su cuento favorito, yo también leo pero soy más de artículos científicos y acerca de los últimos avances en Robótica, creo que fue hace mucho cuando leí un cuento de fantasía, empezó a leer el cuento desde el inicio solo para su plumado nuevo amigo que cómodamente se había sentado también en la azotea junto a ella, todo iba bien su voz era calmante y dulce, muy diferente a la voz fuerte y ruidosa que había escuchado salir de ella la noche anterior, cerré los ojos un momento y recargue mi cabeza en el tanque de agua desde el cual podía observarla pero ella a mí no.

Aun ni siquiera ella había terminado de leer el Capítulo 2 de la historia y fuertes gritos molestos de un señor se oyeron dentro del departamento, me alerte un poco que hice ruido, me mantuve quieto por mi error con esperanza a que ella no me hubiera escuchado y cuando espíe un poco, pude ver que ella efectivamente miraba a mi dirección, nueva nota sus ojos son marrones oscuros, tenía miedo de que viniera para acá y me descubriera ya que podía escuchar sus pasos acercarse pero otra vez los gritos estallaron.

-   Y/N!!!! VEN PARA ACA JOVENCITA!! –

Un suspiro muy fuerte y lleno de fastidio salió de ella y con la misma voz fuerte de ayer respondió a ese gritón

-   Ya voy!! Ya voy!, diablos que no sabes hacer otra cosa aparte de gritar?!-

Su nombre, el nombre es Y/N, ese es su nombre, es lindo supongo, otra vez asome mi cabeza y pude ver como con cuidado tomaba a la paloma y la sacaba a volar, recogió su libro y entro por la puerta del techo, azotándola fuertemente fue como me aviso que ella ya no se encontraba, aun podía escuchar ruidos, reconocía su voz pero la del señor ahora era un nuevo misterio y todavía este misterio se agrando más al oír la voz de una mujer en varias ocasiones, serán sus padres? Cuidan de ella? Personas para las que trabaja? Nueva teoría, creo que e descubierto la razón del porque necesita descargar su ira.

En mi regreso a las alcantarillas fui sorprendido por mis hermanos, estaban los tres esperándome en el techo vecino a la entrada a las alcantarillas, esto será entretenido.

-   Entonces Donnie, disfrutaste tu salida? –

-   Si Leo, gracias por preguntar. –

-   Y donde estabas metido que te tuviste que tardar hasta el anochecer? –

Esta vez fue Rafael el que hablo con su tan característico acento sarcástico.

-   Solo fue una vuelta, me perdí un poco en el camino, de acuerdo? –

-   Amigo tranquilo, Abril y Casey están en las alcantarillas y cuando Abril supo que no estabas se preocupó, veníamos a ver que no estuvieras en problemas –

Mikey se acercó a mí y me abrazo por el hombro no sé si esperaba una respuesta obvia de “En serio?! Abril se preocupó por mí?!” porque sinceramente ya no tenía ni siquiera ganas de pensar en eso, solo sonreí y le di golpes suaves en su caparazón en muestra de que entiendo su preocupación, empecé a bajar las escaleras contra incendio y aun pensaba en la vista de hoy, huh, tal vez le daré una hojeada a el libro de la Bella y la Bestia.

English Version 

Everything is quiet in the sewers, April is at school, Mikey must be reading comics, Rafa feeds Spike and from my laboratory I could barely listen to the television tuning into Leo's program, I was still investigating the technology of the Kraang and although this day I did not It was so bad I still had my curiosity set on that girl, what will become of her? Today she also had a horrible day? When I have doubts in my head I cannot complete my work well so I turned off my laptop for a moment and left my laboratory just a quick exit like all the others

- Where are you going Donnie? -

That is the voice of my brother Leo who, even watching television, realized my attempt to surface

- I'm just going to get some fresh air Leo, it won't take long -

- Hhhhmm okay, don't let anyone see you there is still light in the streets -

I went back to my same route to get out and started walking through the sewers, if I am going to continue doing this I should learn an easier route to get to her apartment, who knows maybe I will visit her only a few more times, again this is with curiosity fines! The way she discharges her anger is very peculiar but effective, I must watch her so that her range of discharging her anger does not exceed the limits, who knows maybe she will be our next enemy! Which I hope is not the case. I got to her apartment and it was almost dusk, I couldn't get too close this time because she was already there, I looked carefully and noticed that the floor was clean "I'm sure she clean the glass from the night before." Now she was just there, reading a book lying down, I couldn't see the cover but I could see her face, was she smiling and laughing? Apparently it must be a very good or very funny book for her, her peace was interrupted by a pigeon that just landed on the same roof as her and something close, she did not seem to mind, approaching her hand carefully and caressing the bird, sat cross-legged and Did she just start to tell the dove about her book? ... I mean I do the same with metal head or Timothy, but a pigeon? This girl is strange, if she knew that not only the dove can hear her, I am also there, from the description of the story it seems to be the story of Beauty and the Beast and according to her words it is her favorite story, I also read but I am more of scientific articles and about the latest advances in Robotics, I think it was a long time ago when I read a fantasy story, she began to read the story from the beginning only for her feathered new friend who had also comfortably sat on the roof next to her , everything was going well her voice was soothing and sweet, very different from the loud and loud voice I had heard coming out of her the night before, I closed my eyes for a moment and leaned my head into the water tank from which I could observe her but she Not me.

Even she had not finished reading Chapter 2 of the story and there were loud and annoying screams from a man inside the apartment, they alerted me a little that I made noise, I was silent for my mistake hoping that she had not heard me and when I leaned out a bit, I could see that he was indeed looking in my direction, new note his eyes are dark brown, I was afraid that he would come here and discover me since I could hear his footsteps approaching but again the screams broke out.

- Y / N !!!! COME HERE YOUNG LADY !! -

From her came a very strong and annoying sigh and with the same strong voice from yesterday she responded to those cries.

- I'm going!! I'm going! Hell, can't you do anything but scream? -

Her name, the name is Y / N, that's her name, it's cute I guess, again I poked my head out and could see how she carefully took the pigeon and took it out to fly, took her book and entered through the roof door , by whipping it hard,  it was how she warned me that she was gone, I could still hear noises, I recognized her voice but the voice of the man was now a new mystery and this mystery was further aggravated when hearing a woman's voice on several occasions, Are ther her parents? Do they take care of her? People she works for? New theory, I think I've figured out why you need to vent your anger. Upon my return to the sewers I was surprised by my brothers, the three of them were waiting for me on the roof next to the entrance to the sewers, this will be entertaining.

- Donnie, did you enjoy your outing? -

- Yes Leo, thanks for asking. -

- And where were you trapped that you had to wait until dark? -

This time it was Rafael who spoke with his characteristic sarcastic accent. - It was just a lap, I got a little lost on the way, okay? -

- Easy dude, April and Casey are in the sewers and when April found out that you were not there, she got worried, we came to see that you were not in trouble -

Mikey came up to me and hugged me by the shoulder. I don't know if he was expecting an obvious answer of "Really? Does April care about me?" Because honestly, I didn't even want to think about it anymore, I just smiled and patted his shell as a sign that I understood his concern, I started going down the fire escape and still thinking about today's visit.

 (I’m so sorry for my bad English)

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Pinned Butterfly

Once I found out it was DX:HR’s anniversary I actually intended to write something for it. It’s extremely whumpy and I don’t think survivable but that happens sometimes. You can read it on Ao3 if you prefer!

It wasn’t a big deal. He could heal. He’d had worse than this. He’d had worse. He’d had worse. This was nothing. This was a single bullet, torn through his side, but the trajectory was a physical thing, that was it. He’d survived worse scraped than this. He’d survived being torn apart and put back together, some kind of Frankenstein’s Monster with debt. He’d survived being dropped to the bottom of the ocean. He’d survived everything that he was being examined and laid out, used for science, betrayal after betrayal after betrayal.

He thought that all buildings were earthquake prepared, but apparently that didn’t matter too much when the walls had been punched through over and over again, on his way here.

There had been warnings, there were at least a few hours of notice that there was something coming, but he’d ignored it. His mission was more important. Francis was more important. He’d traveled half way across the world to get to him, leaving Prague and his actual job behind on a whim, just because he’d heard of a little bit of trouble. Just because he thought he’d check in and when he did he heard a grumble and some background noise and a location screamed out by a man sounding like he was in as much as Adam was in this exact moment.

Everything was on fire. It didn’t help. The fire had started in one corner of the building, some wiring sparking off in the initial quake, and it had spread through all of the paperwork. That paperwork that was now floating around him like feathers, as if he was in the middle of a shooting range and they’d just released crows and doves into the smoke.

He grabbed at the rebar, grit his teeth, and tried to pull himself forward. He could feel his healing factor try to work, to heal his skin around the protrusion. The longer he stayed there the harder it would be. The pain of just a millimeter made him scream out, fingers bending, his grip hard enough to slough off some of the rust. He hadn’t even seen Francis in all of this. He’d hardly seen anyone.

He’d promised, through his info link, that he was coming. He made sure that Francis never felt alone. He didn’t know what they wanted from him and, other than some gurgling and coughing and pain, he had never gotten a response. It had to be Francis though, there was no way for it to be anyone else. People didn’t cut out infolinks and leave both the link and the owner functional.

He couldn’t focus. He could hardly even hear. All he could do was feel the way his skin was trying to grow, feel the large protrusion, feel himself shake as he tried to get himself off of it. He could snap necks, he could destroy walls, he could fall thousands of feet, and he wouldn’t feel it. He could’nt snap the rebar. He wasn’t strong enough.

He was breathing in smoke but that didn’t matter. He had filters for that. The heat was much more of a problem. He already ran hot. This was making his HUD hick up and shake, the glitch making it hard to see. He closed his eyes.

Part of him was fine with this, was fine with dying. It was poetic, him locked away in a burning tower, all alone. He hadn’t read Frankenstein in years, but he remembered that scene, the monster in the windmill, everything burning, but that may have been the movies. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. He couldn’t even do what he was meant to do.

“!@5sen?” It was garbled. It was jibberish, half static and half voice, broken and tired but still a voice. “Y2* the#2e?”

“F.Franc.is?” He shuddered as he tried to reply, as he tried to break through the pain, to get to him, to get something.

“D82 yo( bre!&* the bui#%@ng or some&*ing?” He hardly sounded like himself. Any harshness of his voice was gone. Any snark was forgotten. “Wh(*e are y12?”

“F.Flo.or fif.ty tw.o”

“!m on my #&y,” Francis explained. “Me&+ me ha!#^&y?”

“Can’t. Fran.cis. I...” He didn’t now how to explain. He couldn’t be weak. Francis had been taken and, for the better part of a week, been only updating him with the sounds of pain. He couldn’t ask Francis to save him. He couldn’t expect Francis to be able to. “I can’t. I’m. Stuck.”

“St89k? Fin@, what!#ver, I’ll ge+ to y!@.”

“No!” Adam ordered, trying to pull himself further, struggling and failing and trying not to let the fact that he was sobbing come across the infolink. He couldn’t let Francis know he’d gotten himself in this situation. He couldn’t let Francis know how weak he was. He was a failed piece of machinery, a monster who deserved to die alone, because he’d never had the courage to go out and get attached to someone after Megan. “No. I’m not. You just. Get out. Of here.”

“Too #ad!” Francis grumbled. There was a ding. “Lo#%a like the @#$vator sti!! wo9ks.”

Francis knew not to take the elevator in a building crumbling like this, he had to. Only an idiot would trust the elevator after an earthquake. Or someone extremely desperate.

“Don’t. Waste. Your. Time on. me.” Adam tried to get him to stop, tried to plead. He didn’t come all this way, gotten himself killed, just for Francis to die in an elevator.

“You wa$+ed your +!me on m3. &nd I c138 %^&( 1236e you here. I !#&d you.”

Adam could barely understand what he was saying. What he was able to piece together didn’t make any sense anyway. He needed him?

“Fine. Then. BE. Quick.”

Radio silence. The heat was getting worse. Adam cursed himself for wearing his jacket. It was too hot, would have been without it, but now it was on fire in places and only his blood was putting it out. He pulled himself up another half inch, before he was coated in sweat and tears and more blood. He had to get off of the spike before Francis got there. He had to get off of there before his body gave out, before he ran out of energy.

He had perhaps gotten three more inches before there was another ding and a grunted curse and something that must have been a scream of surprised. He glanced over and now he could see the flames. The desks had all caught by now, and the sprinklers had gone off in the distance but the roof was too broken where he was. The fire was being controlled everywhere else.

He could see the elevator, the light inside of it flickering, and there was Francis, leaning in the doorway, pulling himself forward, slow and staggering. There was a noticeable limp as he came forward, and he was cradling his arm to his chest. Adam couldn’t see his face through all of the black and red and even his hair didn’t look right.

“Shit shit shit!” Francis growled, pulling up his shirt, as bloody and stiff as the rest of him, over his nose, so he could filter out the smoke. He hopped on one foot over some of the debris and then went to his knees, crawling as best he could on three limbs to get to Adam. “That looks. Well, that looks bad.” His voice wasn’t glitching anymore but there was still that strange quality to it, like he was too weak and hurt to have his normal tone.

“It. Feels bad.” Adam scrunched up his face. He couldn’t get any further, not on his own.

“We have to be quick,” Francis grumbled, pulling up in front of him. “We have to get that out. Shit. Can you survive that? Or are you going to bleed out?”

“I.ll heal,” Adam promised, though he didn’t know if he could. The battery symbol dancing on his HUD was showing empty.

Francis looked him over. He looked Francis over. With the shirt over his face he couldn’t see all of the damage, but one of his eyes were barely open, some of his hair had been shaved, and his cheeks were both puffy and swollen. The arm held to his chest was clearly broken and some of the fingers on the other hand didn’t look much better. There was a large patch of blood on his leg and he was favoring the other, so he was probably wounded there as well.

Francis reached out, wincing, as he grabbed Adam’s belt buckle with what fingers he could, struggling to undo it and then he pulled the belt free.

“What. Are you. Doing?” Adam asked.

“I saw this in a movie or twelve,” Francis breathed. “I don’t want you biting off your tongue so you’re going to have to bite down on this.”

He held the belt up and Adam took it, putting it in his own mouth. It tasted like blood, his blood, because he was spilling it everywhere.

Francis took his hands then, one at a time, and he could see how Francis was shaking, how hard it was for him to be standing. He led Adam’s hand onto his good shoulder and Adam gripped it, unable to stop himself from grabbing too hard.

“You don’t. Have to. Do this.”

“Shut up,” Francis hissed, moving Adam’s other hand onto his waist. “I’m going to do some counting and I’m going to ignore the one and I’m going to pull you. You’re feet are on the ground so you can walk towards me. If you pull me forward I will fall down though.”

Adam nodded.

“Okay. Three, two-” Francis pulled. Adam grit his teeth, screaming through them, as he left indents into the leather. He took a step forward, feeling the ridges of the rebar pull through him, rubbing against his tissues. Francis was clutching at him, his arm wrapped around Adam’s back in a facsimile of a hug, dragging him off of the spike. He didn’t stop screaming until he was free, until they were both on the floor, wrapped up in one another, among the flames and debris.

He spat out the belt, feeling heat and fluid pour out of him, the hole in his side burning. Francis was whimpering beneath him, both of them were soaking wet now. He could see the clean sweeps on Francis’ face from his tears running through the blood. He pulled himself off of Francis, off his broken and bruised body.

“We have. To go.” Adam tried to pull himself up but the pain in his side erupted and he fell back to Francis’ side.

“Can you fly?” Francis wheezed.

Adam closed his eyes. He breathed. He was too tired to even think. In too much pain to fully understand. “My cells are. drained.”

Francis took his hand again, led it to the pocket of his jacket. His jacket was the cleanest part of him, they must have taken it off of him when they were hurting him. “Found some energy bars downstairs. I ate one but I thought. If you were in danger. You’d need it more than me.”

“Fran.cis,” he didn’t need to say it. He didn’t need to say anything. Francis probably hadn’t had much to eat in the past week but he was saving things for Adam. He had been tortured but he was making time for Adam. He was hardly able to walk but he’d made his way up to Adam.

Francis did have energy bars, three of them, in his pocket. Depending on how much healing would take up of his energy this should be enough to get them down to the ground floor with the Icarus. He unwrapped and ate two of them before dragging them both away from the flames, away from the rebar he’d been impaled on.

He was able to stand after a little bit and then he was getting Francis to his feet as well. They were both struggling to stand, but they were leaning on each other. He got them over to the window and Francis buried his battered face into Adam’s chest. It was easy to shield someone so small as Adam shoved his elbow into the already spider webbed glass, opening their route out.

“Now would be a bad time to mention I’m afraid of heights, isn’t it?” Francis creaked out a broken laugh.

“Just. Hold onto. me.” Adam ran his hand through Francis’ longer hair. Where they’d shaved him it revealed the ports at the back of his skull.

Francis did. He pushed them out of the window. They only fell five feet before the Icarus kicked in, golden light shining out from around him, creating an orb of light and air to slow their decent.

“You. Okay?” Adam asked, still stroking Francis’ hair.

“No.”

“Me neither,” Adam admitted. “Thank yo.u for. coming for. me.”

“You came for me first. I couldn’t just leave you.”

There was something else there, hanging on the air and then left behind, snatched away by their descent. Adam wished that he could reach out and catch it.

“I would. Always. Come for you,” Adam admitted, holding Francis closer.

There were sirens beneath them. There was help coming. They were going to be alright, eventually. Francis lost consciousness by the time they landed, from shock or from pain Adam couldn’t be sure. Even then, on the ground, he had a hard time letting go of Francis. He wanted Francis to stay with him, not just then, but back into Prague. Every time they separated something terrible happened to at least one of them. He wanted to keep Francis with him. He wanted to know what had been left in the air.

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THE PROPHECY OF OSEE - From The Douay-Rheims Bible - Latin Vulgate

Chapter 11

INTRODUCTION.

Osee, or Hosea, whose name signifies a saviour, was the first in the order of time among those who are commonly called lesser prophets, because their prophecies are short. He prophesied in the kingdom of Israel, (that is, of the ten tribes) about the same time that Isaias prophesied in the kingdom of Juda. Ch. --- The chronological order is not observed in any edition. The Sept. very from the rest. They place the less before the greater prophets, and read some of the names rather differently, as Prot. do also, though they have nothing but novelty to recommend the change. We shall here specify the Prot. names, (H.) in the order in which these prophets appeared: (C.) 1. Hosea, 2. Amos, 3. Jonah, 4. Micah, 5. Nahum, 6. Joel, 7. Zephaniah, 8. Habakkuk, 9. Obadiah, 10. Haggai, 11. Zechariah, 12. Malachi. H. --- It is not known who collected them into one volume. but the book of Ecclesiasticus (xlix. 12.) speaks of the twelve; and 4 Esd. i. 39. specifies them as they are found in the Sept. Osee, Amos, Micheas, Joel, Abdias, Jonas, Nahum, &c. as in the Vulg. C. --- Many other prophets appeared before these, (W.) but Osee is the first of the sixteen whose works are extant. He must have continued his ministry about eighty-five years, and lived above one hundred and ten, if the first verse speaks of him alone. But some take it to regard the whole collection, and may be added by another hand. C. --- The style of Osee is sententious and very hard to be understood, (S. Jer.) as but little is known of the last kings of Israel, in whose dominions he lived, and to whom he chiefly refers, though he speaks sometimes of Juda, &c. C. --- By taking a wife, and other parables, he shews their criminal conduct and chastisment, and foretells their future deliverance and the benefits to be conferred by Christ. We must observe that the prophets often style the kingdom of the two tribes, Juda, Benjamin, Jerusalem, or the house of David; and that of the ten tribes, Ephraim, Joseph, Samaria, Jezrahel, Bethel, or Bethaven; and often Israel or Jacob till after the captivity of these tribes, when the latter titles refer to Juda, who imitated the virtues of Jacob better than the other kingdom. W. --- Then all distinction of this nature was at an end. H.

The additional Notes in this Edition of the New Testament will be marked with the letter A. Such as are taken from various Interpreters and Commentators, will be marked as in the Old Testament. B. Bristow, C. Calmet, Ch. Challoner, D. Du Hamel, E. Estius, J. Jansenius, M. Menochius, Po. Polus, P. Pastorini, T. Tirinus, V. Bible de Vence, W. Worthington, Wi. Witham. — The names of other authors, who may be occasionally consulted, will be given at full length.

Verses are in English and Latin.

HAYDOCK CATHOLIC BIBLE COMMENTARY

This Catholic commentary on the Old Testament, following the Douay-Rheims Bible text, was originally compiled by Catholic priest and biblical scholar Rev. George Leo Haydock (1774-1849). This transcription is based on Haydock's notes as they appear in the 1859 edition of Haydock's Catholic Family Bible and Commentary printed by Edward Dunigan and Brother, New York, New York.

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES

Changes made to the original text for this transcription include the following:

Greek letters. The original text sometimes includes Greek expressions spelled out in Greek letters. In this transcription, those expressions have been transliterated from Greek letters to English letters, put in italics, and underlined. The following substitution scheme has been used: A for Alpha; B for Beta; G for Gamma; D for Delta; E for Epsilon; Z for Zeta; E for Eta; Th for Theta; I for Iota; K for Kappa; L for Lamda; M for Mu; N for Nu; X for Xi; O for Omicron; P for Pi; R for Rho; S for Sigma; T for Tau; U for Upsilon; Ph for Phi; Ch for Chi; Ps for Psi; O for Omega. For example, where the name, Jesus, is spelled out in the original text in Greek letters, Iota-eta-sigma-omicron-upsilon-sigma, it is transliterated in this transcription as, Iesous. Greek diacritical marks have not been represented in this transcription.

Footnotes. The original text indicates footnotes with special characters, including the astrisk (*) and printers' marks, such as the dagger mark, the double dagger mark, the section mark, the parallels mark, and the paragraph mark. In this transcription all these special characters have been replaced by numbers in square brackets, such as [1], [2], [3], etc.

Accent marks. The original text contains some English letters represented with accent marks. In this transcription, those letters have been rendered in this transcription without their accent marks.

Other special characters.

Solid horizontal lines of various lengths that appear in the original text have been represented as a series of consecutive hyphens of approximately the same length, such as ---.

Ligatures, single characters containing two letters united, in the original text in some Latin expressions have been represented in this transcription as separate letters. The ligature formed by uniting A and E is represented as Ae, that of a and e as ae, that of O and E as Oe, and that of o and e as oe.

Monetary sums in the original text represented with a preceding British pound sterling symbol (a stylized L, transected by a short horizontal line) are represented in this transcription with a following pound symbol, l.

The half symbol (1/2) and three-quarters symbol (3/4) in the original text have been represented in this transcription with their decimal equivalent, (.5) and (.75) respectively.

Unreadable text. Places where the transcriber's copy of the original text is unreadable have been indicated in this transcription by an empty set of square brackets, [].

Chapter 11

God proceeds in threatening Israel for their ingratitude: yet he will not utterly destroy them.

[1] As the morning passeth, so hath the king of Israel passed away. Because Israel was a child, and I loved him: and I called my son out of Egypt.

Sicut mane transiit, pertransiit rex Israel. Quia puer Israel, et dilexi eum; et ex Aegypto vocavi filium meum.

[2] As they called them, they went away from before their face: they offered victims to Baalim, and sacrificed to idols.

Vocaverunt eos, sic abierunt a facie eorum; Baalim immolabant, et simulacris sacrificabant.

[3] And I was like a foster father to Ephraim, I carried them in my arms: and they knew not that I healed them.

Et ego quasi nutritius Ephraim : portabam eos in brachiis meis, et nescierunt quod curarem eos.

[4] I will draw them with the cords of Adam, with the bands of love: and I will be to them as one that taketh off the yoke on their jaws: and I put his meat to him that he might eat.

In funiculis Adam traham eos, in vinculis caritatis; et ero eis quasi exaltans jugum super maxillas eorum, et declinavi ad eum ut vesceretur.

[5] He shall not return into the land of Egypt, but the Assyrian shall be his king: because they would not be converted.

Non revertetur in terram Aegypti, et Assur ipse rex ejus, quoniam noluerunt converti.

[6] The sword hath begun in his cities, and it shall consume his chosen men, and shall devour their heads.

Coepit gladius in civitatibus ejus, et consumet electos ejus, et comedet capita eorum.

[7] And my people shall long for my return: but a yoke shall be put upon them together, which shall not be taken off.

Et populus meus pendebit ad reditum meum; jugum autem imponetur eis simul, quod non auferetur.

[8] How shall I deal with thee, O Ephraim, shall I protect thee, O Israel? how shall I make thee as Adama, shall I set thee as Seboim? my heart is turned within me, my repentance is stirred up.

Quomodo dabo te, Ephraim? protegam te, Israel? Quomodo dabo te sicut Adama, ponam te ut Seboim? Conversum est in me cor meum, pariter conturbata est poenitudo mea.

[9] I will not execute the fierceness of my wrath: I will not return to destroy Ephraim: because I am God, and not man: the holy one in the midst of thee, and I will not enter into the city.

Non faciam furorem irae meae; non convertar ut disperdam Ephraim, quoniam Deus ego, et non homo; in medio tui sanctus, et non ingrediar civitatem.

[10] They shall walk after the Lord, he shall roar as a lion: because he shall roar, and the children of the sea shall fear.

Post Dominum ambulabunt; quasi leo rugiet, quia ipse rugiet, et formidabunt filii maris.

[11] And they shall fly away like a bird out of Egypt, and like a dove out of the land of the Assyrians: and I will place them in their own houses, saith the Lord.

Et avolabunt quasi avis ex Aegypto, et quasi columba de terra Assyriorum : et collocabo eos in domibus suis, dicit Dominus.

[12] Ephraim hath compassed me about with denials, and the house of Israel with deceit: but Juda went down as a witness with God, and is faithful with the saints.

Circumdedit me in negatione Ephraim, et in dolo domus Israel; Judas autem testis descendit cum Deo, et cum sanctis fidelis.

Commentary:

Ver. 1. Away. The last kings of Israel lived in the midst of troubles. H. --- Osee, though one of the best, brought ruin on the nation. C. --- Son: Israel. But as the calling of Israel out of Egypt was a figure of the calling of Christ from thence; therefore this text is also applicable to Christ, as we learn from S. Mat. ii. 15. Ch. Julian pretends that the apostle has abused this text. But it speaks of both events. S. Jer. --- Eusebius (Dem. ix. 3.) thinks that S. Mat. refers to Balaam; (Num. xxiv. 8.) and S. Jerom does not reject this opinion, (in Mat. ii. C.) to avoid "wrangling," though he repeatedly alleges this text as a proof his version being more accurate than that of the Sept. which has his children. This reading the best editions retain; so that it may seem a matter of surprise, that Fabricius should give this verse as a specimen of Origen's Hexapla, and still print my son, taking it, as he says, from the Barbarini copy, the London Polyglot, and Cave. Bib. Gr. iii. 12. The first column has the Heb. text, and the second the same in Greek characters, &c. The reader may form a judgment of this work from the following specimen: 1. Heb. (which we shall express) karathi bani. 2. Gr. karaqi bani. 3. Aq. ekalesa ton uion mou. 4. Sym. keklhtai uioV mou. 5. Sept. keklhtai uioV mou. 6. Th. kai ekalesa uion mou. If any other versions were added, to form Octapla, &c. they were placed after Theodotion, who, though prior to Symmachus, is placed after him, because his version was not so unlike that of the Sept. and the deficiencies were chiefly supplied from him. In the Rom. and Alex. edit. instead of the above we find, metekalesa ta tekna autou. "I have recalled his children." H. --- This is literally spoken of Israel, (styled God's son, Ex. iv 23.) and mystically, (W.) though no less (H.) truly, of Jesus Christ, as the inspired evangelist shews. W.

Ver. 2. They called: viz. Moses and Aaron called: but they went away after other gods, and would not hear. Ch. --- Sept. "As I called them back, or (repeatedly; metekalhsa. Grabe has, "he called;" meaning any of God's ministers) so they rushed away from my presence." H. --- This sense appears preferable to the Heb. C.

Ver. 3. Healed them. My laws were designed to counteract idolatry. H. --- I treated them with the utmost tenderness. Deut. i. 31. and xxxii. 11.

Ver. 4. Adam. I placed my people in a sort of paradise, (C.) like the first man; and as they have imitated him, they shall suffer accordingly. Rufin. Haimo. --- But Sept. &c. render, "of a man." They shall be treated like the rest. C. --- Grace draws man by sweet means. His free-will is not destroyed, nor is he impelled, like beasts, by force or fear, (W.) though the latter is often used for the most salutary purposes. --- Yoke, or muzzle, which prevents them from eating. H. --- I furnish them with manna. Can it be suspected that I wish to oppress them? C.

Ver. 5. Egypt. Many went, contrary to this prohibition. H. --- Yet they did not prosper, as they expected. The Hebrews had also often murmured in the desert, and threatened to return to Egypt.

Ver. 6. Heads. Heb. "counsellors." Civil war desolated the kingdom, and made way for the Assyrians. Sept. "they are devoured on account of their projects." C. --- They are at a loss what to do.

Ver. 7. Off, for a long time; and indeed Israel never recovered its former state, after the captivity. H. --- Then they became more docile. Heb. is very ambiguous. C.

Ver. 8. Adama, &c. Adama and Seboim were two cities in the neighbourhood of Sodom, and underwent the like destruction. Ch. --- God punishes, like a father, with regret.

Ver. 9. Not man. I am not actuated by the spirit of revenge, nor do I fear lest my enemy escape. C. --- I punish in order to reclaim, (S. Jer.) and reserve eternal vengeance only for those who die impenitent. --- Holy one. If there be a just man in Israel, I will spare the nation; (Gen. xviii. 32.) or there are some just, like Tobias, and therefore a part shall be reserved; or, (C.) I am the just (H.) God. S. Jer.

Ver. 10. Lion. His power is most terrible, and his commands must be obeyed. C. --- All nations shall permit the return of Israel. H. --- They shall come from the sea, of from its islands.

Ver. 11. Egypt. Some returned soon; others not before the reign of Alexander, or perhaps later. C. Diss.

Ver. 12. Denials; refusing to adhere to my worship. H. --- They wished to unite it with that of idols. 3 K. xviii. C. --- Saints. The priests and temple are preserved in Juda. Ezechias brought the people to serve God faithfully, while Israel was led captive. Sept. "the house of Israel and Juda with impiety. Now God hath known them lovingly, and it shall be called the holy people of God." Thus both kingdoms were criminal, and God exercised his mercy towards both. H. --- The Jews relate that when their ancestors were pursued by the Egyptians, and the people were desponding, Juda signalized his courage by entering the bed of the sea. S. Jer. - These traditions are suspicious. C.

[fromdove]

› BEHIND THE WINGS ; A GIRL NAMED DOVE ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

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— 𝓔very 𝓣ime 𝓘 𝓞verthink, 𝓐 𝓟oet 𝓖ains 𝓗er 𝓦ings

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ the dove & the sea 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

dove of mine,

hi again. hi. hello. bonjour. salutations. or if it's the first time... then oh, you found me. congrats, detective. i’m probably doing something painfully mundane right now — staring at a wall, overthinking the concept of ... everything — but for your imagination’s sake, let’s say i’m sipping tea and reading sylvia plath’s collected works while pretending not to spiral. (sylvia & me are spiritually linked. i would slap & scold her for half her shit and then sob into her shoulder. duality.)

i’m 15. i go by dove — soft by design, featherlight. i liked the idea of being called something gentle. the world’s too loud and too much. i just wanted to be something calm and still. something that doesn’t take up space unless it’s invited to.

but if we’re already trauma‑bonded… if we’ve had breakdowns at 2am in the same digital trenches… if you’ve seen me type with shaking hands or confess things i should’ve journaled… then you can call me dovie, or angel, or aveliraix (yes that’s the birth name), or aveli, or or or whatever falls sweet off your tongue. but lets be honest even if we havent, i wouldnt mind the nicknames... wink wink

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somewhere, dove awaits,

i shift. i believe in the law of assumption, i dabble in a bit of non-duality and in the strange, terrifying beauty of quantum mechanics. i believe that reality is bendable, that thought can make matter, that self is a word with loose borders. not because i want to sound profound ! im not. i dont have the answers to the universe. im not here to convince you i do.

this isn’t a gimmick. it’s just part of who i am and what i believe. i’m always happy to talk about it — curiously, honestly, even imperfectly — but not with people who treat open minds like something embarrassing. i’m not here to argue with someone who’s already decided i’m ridiculous. i’m not going to hand over my experiences for dissection. if that’s what you’re looking for, you won’t find it here. i don’t owe clarity to close‑minded people

but if you’re if you’re curious, if some part of you wants to listen — then pull up a chair

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in dove's handwriting,

i’ve loved books and pencils and the smell of stationery since before i could afford any of it. i know what it felt like to trace the edge of a gel pen cap. to read a library book with cracked spines.

drawing, writing — i’m not the best. but i don’t care. i’ve lived through enough kitchen-floor lectures from my mother about pencil shavings and snapped pencils to have earned the right to say i love it anyway.

i love the scratch of pen on paper. the way a blank page looks. the tiny ceremony of picking which notebook deserves the next thought.

if you handed me a pack of color pencils or a set of new fineliners, i’d probably cry. because it reminds me of being 7 and building entire worlds out of dollar-store ballpoints.

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where dove flew,

i was born in syria (on a farm in a small village), then lived in lebanon for a bit, and moved to australia when i was four. those places never really left me. syria and lebanon still live in me, so do the sound of family voices in the distance. family. grief. the corner stores. the stories told through cracked phone calls and old photos.

ethnically, i’m half armenian and half assyrian, but i usually just say armenian because it’s simpler. i don’t speak armenian, wish i did! but i do speak english, arabic and one dialect of aramaic (not that good at aramaic though!)

and oh, olive oil. middle eastern olive oil has me every time. i used to just drink it straight, slurping that thick, peppery gold. nothing else tastes like home quite like that <33 oh how i love and miss my middle eastern home

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miss dove (if you're nasty),

special dedication to my first ever teacher (and my english teacher) . . .

there’s a teacher who’s always in my heart. when i first came to australia and started school at five, i didn’t speak a lick of english, but she was so sweet, so patient. i cried after that first day because i missed her, already grown attached. she brought me books, color pencils, markers, stamps, stickers — little treasures that made this strange new country feel like home.

i love her. she was the only teacher who really got me. she’s still with me, always in my mind. and then there was the redheaded angel of a teacher who would come into the class of 5 year old me and pull me aside to teach me english. also patient and kind, opening doors to words i didn’t yet know how to say <33

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signed: dove , , , xoxo

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[fromdove]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⁞ 𝓓OVE'S NOTE'𝓢

⊹ ࣪ ˖GENERAL LITTLE RULES ˖ ࣪ ⊹

i. ✧ please be kind <3 i'm just a soft, sensitive girl who takes things to heart fr… your words will stick with me, so be sweet or be silent. protect my peace pls, love youuu

ii. ✧ absolutely no hate, racism, homophobia, or bigotry of any kind. we’re here to love, not be weird.

iii. ✧ proshippers / creeps / pedos — GET OUT. i’m 15. this is not your space and never will be.

iv. ✧ this is partly a fanfic space but it’s also my spiritual one! i shift, i believe in LOA, and that’s special to me. if you don’t like it, just don’t interact. easy!

v. ✧ don’t steal, copy, or repost my stuff — like literally just use your own imagination baby. brain go brrr i believe in you!

vi. ✧ this is my lil corner of the internet, so if you don’t vibe with what i post, just scroll along like a polite lil butterfly. no need to buzz all angry.

vii. ✧ idc if you hate my ships or fave characters… like be fr. i like them, that’s all that matters. if it makes you mad, maybe go touch grass?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ A LIL ABOUT ME ⊹ ࣪ ˖

i. ✧ what sweet flying dove posts ✧ fanfic heaven baby! mostly fluff, some angst, the occasional kiss of spice (but never hardcore). I love chatting, rambling about the books I’m obsessing over, and sharing my shifting + loa thoughts when the vibe is right.

ii. ✧ dove’s writing style ✧ fluff that’ll give you cavities. giggly, cozy, blushing-under-your-blanket type stuff. angst too — the deliciously painful kind. spice? yes, but soft. smut? no. sorry. nothing crazy kinky, ever. i write like i love.

iii. ✧ what dove won’t write ✧ no hardcore smut/smut in general. no incest. no pedophilia. no abuse. no kinks (watersports, choking, spanking, etc.) pls remember i'm a minor. if it’s uncomfortable for me, it’s a no. soft boundaries, firm rules.

iv. ✧ reader insert notes ✧ mostly fem!reader, sometimes gn (but with fem energy at heart). no male readers. respectfully… no men. #girlhoodforever #boysgetlost (jk… kinda.) also i don't write character x character. i only do x reader.

v. ✧ fandoms you’ll see here ✧ DC (jason todd owns my heart), Invincible, Marvel, Boys of Tommen, The Naturals, The Inheritance Games… && more as I devour books like candy. all ive written so far is for dc tho!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘙𝘌𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘚˖ ࣪ ⊹

i. ✧ please be patient with me . . . i’m not online 24/7 (as much as i wish i could be!). if you’ve sent a request, i promise i’ve seen it or will soon — just give me a lil time. writing takes heart, and i want to give every piece the love it deserves.

ii. ✧ when requests are closed . . . they’re closed i pinky promise i’m not being mean — i just don’t want to overwhelm myself. if my requests are closed, please don’t sneak one in! i’ll open them again when i can give them my full cozy attention.

iii. ✧ content boundaries (important pls read) no smut. that includes anything involving incest, pedophilia, abuse, or any kinks i’m personally uncomfortable with (watersports, choking, spanking, etc.). like i said, please remember: i’m a minor, and keeping my space safe + soft is non-negotiable.

𝘹𝘰𝘹𝘰, 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵!