#HELLO ANTONIO/OLIVER WELCOME BACK
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season four!!!!!!!!!
#lord help me#fizz listens to tma#ep 121#just gonna ramble in the tags for the full episode i suppose#oh.#oh fuck.#we are. talking to an unconcious jon#a cold hospital room and he doesn't know where he is :(((( jon i want to give you a hug SO bad#bro literally cant even catch a break when he's in a coma#hey you take statements right#NO#NO HE IS UNCONSCIOUS#HELLO ANTONIO/OLIVER WELCOME BACK#and HELLO the end!#LOVE this manifestation of it#this too shall pass mention#holy fucking shit dude#holy shit#jon is standing on an edge#HI GEORGIEEEEEE#hiiiiiiiiii georgie#god i fucking adore her#jon really out here DECIDING if hes gonna live or die#rustling#OH#WHAT??#oh my god#the ticking of the clock#and then the static#and then breathing
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->☆ MASTERPOST ☆ <-
Finally remaking this long ass Masterpost-
HEY!! HI!! HELLO!! Welcome to a stupid ass blog, purely made for entertainment and interaction!! My name is JJ, the owner of this blog! You can also call me Mike-!! :D
also gang I have a WIFE!! Insane, right?
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Uhhhhh currently questioning my gender but I think bigender may be. Correct. I dunno Honeslty
Sexuality is still a little in the air but I think bisexual and possibly demiromantic
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FANDOMS IM IN:
— TMNT
— LMK
— TOH
— RAMSHACKLE
— TADC
— SWEET TOOTH
— BOBS BURGERS
— TCHS AND CUPHEAD: DONT DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
— BEETLEJUICE
— EPITHET ERASED
— vel and Jay fan club. My own small little world<3
— FOPANW
— Bendy and the ink machine!!
— DEAR EVAN HANSEN
— INANIMATE INSANITY
— LOVE, SIMON
— LOVE, VICTOR
— SQUID GAMES
— WIN OR LOSE
— KREW (iykyk)
— SCHOOL OF ROCK (apparently)
— school bus graveyard
— k-pop demon hunters
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AU’S AND STUFF!!
(ONGOING BUT CURRENTLY ON HOLD!!)
The 4 turtles work peacefully at a competing hotel with the battle nexus, with their beloved father. But one day, everything spirals out of control! And their worlds get flipped upside down! Follow Leo, Donnie, Raph & Mikey on the journey of a life time! And who knows, they might meet some friends along the way, or maybe more…
Chapter one: The beginnings
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Stuff abt this au will be here, and here-!
(This au is currently on hiatus, and might not come back.)
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Cruise OJ au 🚢 🌊🍊
what if oj didn’t invest in a hotel? What if he bought a cruise? What if..things didn’t go as intended?
CRUISE OJ MASTERPOST

Other blogs!
@/ask-olive-huchers, @/ask-miss-maple-leaf, @/ask-christopher-harrison, & @/ask-adi-huchers (ramshackle OCs)
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@/candy-for-the-win, @/no-ditches-no-bitches, @/professionalidolizer (canon ramshackle characters)
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@/neon-of-the-leon, @/antonios-pizza-number1-fan
(TMNT blogs)
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@/emerald-dragon-girl, @/six-eared-shadow
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my personal favourite @/mrfortexdex
(my oc!!)
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@/ yuwenspecialll
(win or lose yuwen blog!)
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@/graand-slamms
(baseball ii blog!)
there are other blogs, but unfortunately they are abandoned bc uh-..they just are lmao.
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(Oh my god I can’t tell you how long this stupid intro took please kill me-)
Also reminder that I am a MINOR. So no nsfw and “spicy” asks and such. They make me extremely uncomfortable.







Also STOP HARASSING MY MOOTS!!!!
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Hello, stranger.
Hello! I’m Danny, twenty-two years old and you can refer me with she/her pronouns. This is a semi-selective roleplay sideblog for multiple fandoms, ranging from Detroit: Become Human, Pokémon and many more. I follow back through @desolationtrial so if you get a notification from that blog, it’s me. Muse-list and rules can be found under the cut, which are required to read before following me.
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I'm crossover and original character friendly. Just give me information on your muse so I'm able to familiarise with them better. I welcome every fandom except portrayals of real people (YouTubers, wrestlers, etc) as I find it disrespectful and in poor taste. Assassin’s Creed falls under this exception. Don't follow me if you're here to shit on my fandoms. It's not cool and I won't be entertaining any petty garbage.
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* you come across a merchant offering their goods. across the table, there's many items that may aid you in your adventures. what do you choose?
MAIN ⸻
Muses considered highly developed and have most appearances on this blog. Can and will be subjected to any changes in the future.
ELLIS / LEFT 4 DEAD ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
DAVE / LEFT 4 DEAD ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
SPONGEBOB / SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS ; Male, homosexual, canonical.
RICHARD / DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ; Male, homosexual, canon-divergent.
DANIEL J. ATTAWAY ; Male, bisexual, multi-fandom original character.
TRAINER DANNY / POKÉMON ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
BODHI / PAYDAY 2 ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
HOXTON / PAYDAY 2 ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
FLAVIO VARGAS / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
FELICIANO VARGAS / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
LUCIANO VARGAS / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
SECONDARY ⸻
While not as prevalent as the mains, these ones have large development placed into their portrayals too.
GAVIN REED / DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
CONNOR / DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ; Male, homosexual, canon-divergent au.
ADRIAN ROSENTHAL / DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
ADONIS / DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ; Male, homosexual, fandom original character.
ALLEN F. JONES / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
OLIVER KIRKLAND / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
HONDA KIKU / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
HONDA KURO / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
IVAN BRAGINSKY / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
MATT MILLER / SAINTS ROW ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
THE BOSS / SAINTS ROW ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
CARLOS MENDOZA / SAINTS ROW ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
IVAN ALEXANDER / BULLY ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
ALEX RAMÍREZ / BULLY ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
TAD SPENCER / BULLY ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
CONSTANTINOS BRAKUS / BULLY ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
ANTONIO RICCI / BULLY ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
DANA FREMONT / BULLY ; Female, lesbian, fandom original character.
RAVEN GARDINER / BULLY ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
JUDAS SINCLAIR / BULLY ; Male, heterosexual, fandom original character.
JIMMY CARLISLE / BULLY ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
TEDDY WILLIAMS ; Male, bisexual, fandomless original character.
EVAN O’REILLY ; Male, bisexual, fandomless original character.
DMITRY SOKOLOV ; Male, unknown sexuality, fandomless original character.
DANTE RUSSO ; Male, bisexual, fandomless original character.
ROBBIE SQUAREPANTS / SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS ; Male, homosexual, canon-divergent.
HUNTER / LEFT 4 DEAD ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
SMOKER / LEFT 4 DEAD ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
TERITARY ⸻
Characters that either need tweaking or are lower priority. Will be changed in the future with more threads coming in. You can still send interactions for these muses.
SANDY CHEEKS / SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS ; Female, lesbian, canonical.
SPONGEBUCK SQUAREPANTS / SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
STANLEY SQUAREPANTS / SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
GARY THE SNAIL / SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS ; Male, canon-divergent.
CASSIUS / DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
MICHA / DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
CHARLIE / DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ; Male, homosexual, fandom original character.
DAICHI / DETROIT; BECOME HUMAN ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
ARLO / DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
WOLF / PAYDAY 2 ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
JOSH CARTER / OBSCURE ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
CHARLIE OLIVER / ASSASSIN’S CREED ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
PETRUCCIO AUDITORE / ASSASSIN’S CREED ; Male, minor, canon-divergent.
FEDERICO AUDITORE / ASSASSIN’S CREED ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
KADAR AL-SAYF / ASSASSIN’S CREED ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
MIME / HAPPY TREE FRIENDS ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
NORMAN BATES / BATES MOTEL ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
MANIC THE HEDGEHOG / SONIC UNDERGROUND ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
SONIA THE HEDGEHOG / SONIC UNDERGROUND ; Female, bisexual, canonical.
KEITH MARSHALL / LEFT 4 DEAD ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
PAUL MARSHALL / LEFT 4 DEAD ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
MATTHEW / LEFT 4 DEAD ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
GOTHITELLE / POKÉMON ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
GARDEVOIR / POKÉMON ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
SYLVEON / POKÉMON ; Female, heterosexual, fandom original character.
UMBREON / POKÉMON ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
GLACEON / POKÉMON ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
MIDNIGHT LYCANROC / POKÉMON ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
NINETALES / POKÉMON ; Female, heterosexual, fandom original character.
PANCHAM / POKÉMON ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
GROWLITHE / POKEMON ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
LITTEN / POKÉMON ; Male, homosexual, fandom original character.
INDEEDEE / POKÉMON ; Male, homosexual, fandom original character.
BRAIXEN / POKÉMON ; Female, heterosexual, fandom original character.
TEDDIURSA / POKÉMON ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
MEOWTH / POKÉMON MYSTERY DUNGEON ; Male, bisexual, fandom original character.
TREECKO / POKÉMON MYSTERY DUNGEON ; Female, bisexual, fandom original character.
ARTHUR KIRKLAND / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
MATTHEW WILLIAMS / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
NIKOLAI ARLOVSKI / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canonical
ALBRECHT EDELSTEIN / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
ROMEO VARGAS / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
CLAUDIO VARGAS / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canon-divergent.
LOVINO VARGAS / HETALIA ; Male, bisexual, canonical.
LEON JACKSON ; Male, bisexual, fandomless original character.
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First Broadcast: 10th November 1998
Lee Jordan: Howdy magical community, and may I just say how well you all look today. My name is River, and with me, as always, is the man, the myth, the legend? Rapier.
George Weasley: Hello River, how are you this fine day.
Lee: I’m splendid Rapier, and may I say how happy I am that St Mungos managed to regrow you new thumbs.
George: I’m as thrilled as anyone, especially as my father recently brought a muggle device called an ‘N64’ and that requires lots of thumb work.
Lee: what does this device do?
George: as far as I can work out, you make an Italian man fight what appears to be a Ukrainian Ironbelly.
Lee: these muggles, what will they think of next? And now, we are joined by our regular quidditch reporter, Red-Hot.
Angelina Johnson: Hello River, happy to be back.
Lee: So, Red-Hot, what is happening in the quidditch world at the moment?
Angelina: Well River, with a full three and a half years to go until the next World Cup, the first playoffs are taking place. I was able to attend the first 2 matches, and my colleague Oliver ‘knock on’ Wood attended the third.
Lee: How how were the initial playoffs.
Angelina: the first match, USA vs Bulgeria, was close, with some textbook flying and Chasing, until a last minute snitch capture by Viktor ‘hide your wife’ Krum allowing Bulgeria to win 300-200 over the Americans. Next up was Russia vs Belize. Despite Belize’s high quality of quidditch, the Russians were in the lead 170-130. However, a sudden spell from somewhere in the Belizian supporters end hit keeper Nikoli Trokinsky, transfiguring him into a small Danish pastry. Belize forfeited the match and after Chaser Vladimir Tasosky, who had taken a bludger to the head, was stopped from eating the aforementioned pastry, Trokinsky was returned to his original form by officials.
George: That must’ve left him with some severe trauma.
Angelina: it certainly has. Trokinsky has sworn never to eat another baked good. Finally Oliver ‘catch the snitch or die trying’ Wood attended the Malta vs Ghana match. Some doubted that Malta would even put together a team, having a magical population of less than 300, and, seeing as how Ghana are one of the finest African teams, the match seemed fairly pointless. However the Maltese focussed on defensive play, with beaters Antonio Caruana and Scholastica Vassalo playing particularly well. After a surprise snitch capture by Paul Vassalo, brother of the beater of the same name, the final score was 160-150 to Malta.
Lee: thank you so much Red-Hot. And now, over to Rapier with the news.
George: thank you River. Firstly, Harry ‘no need to call me sir Professor’ Potter was honoured by the international confederation of wizards last night. He, along with sidekick Ron Weasley, and Hermione Grainger, we’re presented with the new ‘Albus Dumbledore’ award for services to wizardkind.
Lee: like they need more awards.
George: Potter and Weasley attended, however Grainger was unable to attend due to what she called a ‘particularly challenging Arithmancy test’ the next day.
Lee: what a dork that lady is.
George: the dorkiest. Hell of a right hook though. Next up, a mysterious donation of one million galleons was given to st Mungos, specifically to construct a new ward for those affected by dark magic. No name was given, but my sources suggest it was none other than Draco ‘daddy’s little princess’ Malfoy.
Lee: I once hexed him so he could only speak through showtune lyrics. He now has a pathological hatred of ‘Les Mis’.
George: glad to see all that malfoy money, estimated to be twice the GDP of a medium size nation, is being put to good use. And finally, noted dragon tamer and cool dude Charlie Weasley has announced the discovery of a new species of dragon. Weasley and beloved magizoologist Newt Scamander were on a fact finding mission in Borneo, and discovered a small colony of dragons living deep in the jungles. The ‘Indonesian jewel scale’ is the first new dragon discovered in over 250 years.
Lee: neat. Why didn’t Charlie call it something cooler?
George: I suggested the ‘Weasley fire bastard’ but was ignored. Incidentally, new model dragon with real fire, now available at Weasley’s wizard wheezes, starting from just 9 sickles for a common welsh green.
Lee: Thank you Rapier. And now, I would like to welcome our guest today. I would like to introduce you all to Rodent.
Ron Weasley: why do I have to be Rodent.
Lee: shut up. Now Rodent, you are a close friend of professional scar-haver H. J. Potter. Is that correct.
Ron: yup. Known him since his first day at hogwarts.
Lee: could you please tell us what, I’m your opinion is Potters greatest strength?
Ron: his friends. Without people like myself, Hermione or Neville, he couldn’t have achieved anything. Hagrid too, although sometimes Hagrids ‘pets’ were nearly as bad as You-Know-Who.
Lee: Fascinating. And his greatest weakness?
Ron: tremendously bad at magic. He knows like 3 spells. And he’s not very good at accio. Also terrible with girls. I still laugh about the Cho Chang cock-up.
Lee: are you suggesting Harry Potter, the idol of millions, is bad at magic?
Ron: does a good patronus. And if you ever need to expelliarmus someone, he’s your man. But basic charms? Potions? Just crap.
Lee: you heard it here first folks. And finally Rodent, what do you think is Harry Potters greatest achievement?
Ron: not murdering Gilderoy Lockhart in our second year. Followed by Trelawney.
George: not, I don’t know, defeating Voldemort?
Ron: nah. That’s top 10. Oh, that first snitch capture is up there too.
Lee: thank you so much Rodent. That’s all we have time for this week. Next password will be expelliarmus. I’ve been River.
George: and I’ve been Rapier.
Lee: Goodnight.
#harry potter#potterwatch#headcanon#lee jordan#george weasley#st mungos#angelina johnson#quidditch#viktor krum#hermione grainger#ron weasley#draco malfoy#charlie weasley#newt scamander#voldemort#hagrid#neville longbottom#cho chang#gilderoy lockhart#sybil trelawney
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Chapter 1
Bésame Mucho by George deValier
Spring, 1939 A village in Italy
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"Lovino!"
Lovino did not turn at the sound of Feliciano running behind and shouting his name. He kept his eyes on the narrow dirt road, his fists clenched and his teeth gritted in irritation. The sun shone brightly overhead and a warm breeze drifted past, carrying the light, subtle scents of spring. Lovino barely noticed. His mind was still running through the events of the morning in the market. Every day, he heard the same things. 'Little Feliciano, I have the very best for you today!'… 'Oh, you didn't tell me you had such a cute brother, Lovino!'… 'Extra tomatoes? For you, Feliciano, absolutely!' Lovino was used to feeling invisible around his little brother. But sometimes it became a bit too much. Sometimes, Lovino wished that something would happen around here: something important, something where he could make a difference rather than living in the shadow of his always cute, always sweet, always noticeable little brother.
"Lovino, wait for me! Lovi… ARGH!"
Lovino spun around at the shriek to find Feliciano sprawled face first on the road. Lovino's stomach fell a little as he ran back and knelt swiftly beside his brother. "Feli, are you all right?"
Feliciano slowly pushed himself to his knees, brushed himself off, and smiled brightly. "You shouldn't walk so fast, Lovino, my legs aren't as long as yours and I can't keep up, and I don't think you always hear me when I call out and then accidents like this happen, but it's okay because I don't think I'm hurt only look, I did scrape my knee, do you think I need to see the doctor?"
Lovino rolled his eyes, holding out a hand to help Feliciano to his feet. "Don't be silly, you'll be fine." Why was he never able to stay upset with his little brother for long? "I'm sorry I was walking so fast." Once on his feet, Feliciano continued to cling to Lovino, swinging their hands between them as they continued down the road. Lovino shook his head in exasperation. Anyone would think his fourteen year old brother was actually a little child. No wonder the villagers at the market always thought he was so damn 'cute.' Lovino was barely a year older and yet he felt like the adult; the sensible, responsible one. But he let Feliciano hold his hand as they walked down the country road, eventually turning onto the narrow lane that lead to their small farmhouse.
"We're home, Grandpa!" Feliciano cried cheerfully as they walked through the front door.
"Welcome home, boys!" Grandpa Roma stood from his chair at the front table. Lovino went still when he noticed the man sitting opposite. Dark haired, shabbily dressed, with an olive complexion and wide, sparkling eyes. The young man flashed them a bright cheerful smile; Lovino eyed him warily.
"Who the hell are you?'
Roma glared at Lovino. "Watch your manners, young man." Lovino folded his arms and glanced sullenly at the ceiling. "This is a friend of mine. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo."
Feliciano looked completely confused. "Antonio... Fernando…"
"You might have to write that one down," said Lovino.
"Call me Antonio." The man stood. Lovino took a step backwards.
Roma smiled proudly as he took a step closer to his grandsons. "Antonio, this is Lovino, my oldest, and little Feliciano."
Antonio held out his hand to Feliciano, who took it in a careful handshake. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Feliciano!" Antonio's Italian was slightly accented.
"Hello! You speak funny."
Antonio laughed. "I am sorry about the accent. I am from Spain, and not used to speaking Italian."
Feliciano looked astonished. "Spain? Wow! Do you fight bulls? All Spanish people fight bulls. I read it once in a book, and there were pictures, but it made me very sad, because they were getting stabbed and it was all horrible and I ended up crying because it's just so terribly mean and wrong and... and… and it was so awful…" Feliciano blinked rapidly and sniffed. "Grandpa, I don't think I like your new friend." Lovino kicked Feliciano's foot.
Antonio laughed again. It was so wild and joyful. For some strange reason, Lovino felt his heart leap at the sound. "Feliciano, not all Spanish people fight bulls. I swear to you, I've never hurt a bull in my life."
Feliciano broke into a wide, relieved smile. "Oh, good. Well that's all right then, and I'm very sorry I said I don't like you, and I'm sure you're actually very nice."
Antonio laughed and Roma shrugged dotingly. Lovino tapped his foot and rolled his eyes. Here we go again. Someone else falling all over cute little Feliciano.
"Well, aren't you just the cutest thing," said Antonio. Feliciano tilted his head and flashed a blinding smile. Lovino looked away briefly in frustration, and when he glanced back, he found Antonio extending his hand to him. Lovino's eyes went wide, his brain froze, and he clasped his hands behind his back. Antonio dropped his hand immediately and just smiled. "And I am pleased to meet you, Lovino."
Lovino told himself to say something. Anything. To open his mouth. Now, damn it. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Grandpa Roma cuffed him over the head. "Don't be rude, Lovino. Antonio is here on a business meeting."
Lovino stared at the ground, burning with embarrassment. "Business? About the farm?" He tried to rub his head discreetly.
"Something like that. Boys, go and start dinner while we finish talking. We don't want to bore you!"
"Can we have pasta?" asked Feliciano eagerly.
"That sounds like a brilliant idea!" said Roma, smiling indulgently. Feliciano skipped happily into the next room but Lovino stayed where he was for a moment, glancing warily between Roma and Antonio. He did not know what this meeting was about, but he was willing to bet it had nothing to do with any 'business.' He was also willing to bet Grandpa Roma would not tell him anything about it. As much as Lovino felt like an adult compared to Feliciano, Grandpa Roma never treated him as anything but a child.
"Is something wrong, Lovino?" asked Roma. His tone was pleasant, but his eyes held a warning.
"No," said Lovino softly. "I'll go help Feliciano." He left the room without a backwards glance. As soon as he shut the kitchen door, however, he quickly grabbed a wine glass, held the rim against the door, and placed his ear to the stem. Feliciano looked up from where he was starting to boil water on the stove.
"I don't think you're supposed to be doing that, Lovino."
"Shut up," snapped Lovino, before adding quickly, "…and don't tell Grandpa."
Lovino could not hear much of the conversation, especially with Feliciano banging the pots and plates behind him. But a few phrases and sentences filtered through the amplifying chamber of the glass: something about an Italian alliance with Germany, about a fascist occupation of Czechoslovakia, about rumours of war, about a place called Guernica. Lovino was captivated. He had heard rumours around the village lately, but nothing like this. Nothing that sounded this serious… this important. Lovino listened to Antonio's lilting Spanish accent with a growing fascination, until he was no longer sure if it was what Antonio was saying that held him enthralled or the deep, intense, yet somehow still cheerful way the man spoke the words. Grandpa Roma's voice suddenly rose in volume and Lovino heard the words perfectly through the door.
"Tell me why do you did not just become a soldier, Antonio. Could you not accomplish something important using your skills in the military?"
"Sometimes soldiers do great things. And I, of all people, respect the desire to do duty for your country. But I have seen what the military can do. I have seen the consequences of blindly following orders. Soldiers kill innocent people, Roma. And I would die before I do that."
Lovino's pulse pounded between his ear and the glass. He felt slightly out of breath. Every word Antonio said was spoken with an edge of passion - it was like nothing Lovino had ever heard.
"I think I can trust you, Spaniard." Roma sounded satisfied.
"Lovino, do you think I need to add more…"
Lovino waved a hand at Feliciano frantically. "Ssh, shut up!"
"And I you, Roma. I will give you any and all information I am able to acquire. Let us hope, however, that this German incursion is stopped before it gets too far."
Lovino tried to breathe through the dozens of emotions flowing through him. He could not be sure of exactly what his grandfather and Antonio had been talking about, but it sounded like exactly what he had hoped for. Something different, something new, something that might finally change this stale, everyday existence where nothing ever happened and where he felt invisible and ignored. Hearing Roma and Antonio begin their goodbyes, Lovino pulled the wine glass from the door and, almost unthinkingly, opened the door a fraction to peek through. Grandpa Roma had his back to the kitchen, rifling through a pile of papers on the table. Antonio, however, stood facing Lovino, and their eyes met immediately. Lovino froze when Antonio smiled at him broadly, his light eyes sparkling. Then he winked. Lovino's eyes widened. He abruptly slammed the door shut and leant against it, his heart beating fast in his chest. His breathing came so fast he was nearly panting.
Feliciano looked up over the boiling pot and smiled. True to form, he did not seem to have noticed anything unusual. "Grandpa's new friend is really nice, don't you think?"
"No," said Lovino, frantically trying to convince himself that his pounding heart and burning cheeks were a result of the conversation he had overheard, and not that stunning smile and startling wink. "No, I don't think so at all. Oh honestly, Feliciano, you've cooked far too much pasta once again…" Lovino went to help Feliciano with the dinner, and tried to forget Antonio's brilliant green eyes.
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Lovino slowly grew used to Antonio's visits over the next few weeks. To listening through doors for some idea of what was going on, to that frustrating little jump he felt in his chest whenever he heard that Antonio was visiting, to that swelling feeling of excitement he felt every time he overheard Antonio and Roma speak of escalating rumours of war. But at the same time, Lovino never quite grew used to Antonio's constant cheerful smile, to his messy brown hair and bright green eyes, to his ready laugh and joyful presence and the way he always ruffled Feliciano's hair and called him 'cute.' Lovino told himself he didn't care. He almost believed it. But then Antonio would smile at him, or glance at him in passing, and Lovino would scowl and look away, the whole time feeling unsure and confused and angry that he could not quite understand the reason he was feeling this way.
It all became quite usual and everyday until the morning everything finally struck him in understanding. Lovino sat on the low garden wall, the bright sun beating down relentlessly, thinking through the conversation he had just overheard. Antonio had a way of speaking that made everything sound important, but his words earlier as he spoke with Grandpa Roma had sounded graver than usual.
"You are still committed to this, Roma? I will do everything I can to help you. But you will be a resistance. You will be fighting against the government of your own country."
"A government that does not care for the freedom of its people. Yes, I am committed."
"And you know what you will be risking?"
"I know all too well what I am risking. But if anything is worth that risk, this is."
Lovino had left before hearing the end of the conversation, feeling like he needed air. The little garden was dappled with bright sunlight and shadow from the tall trees that surrounded the wall, the air stiflingly hot with the promise of a long summer. Lovino kicked his feet absently and stared unseeing at the rows of rosemary before him. Those words resonated in his head… "I know all too well what I am risking." His mind spun with a hundred thoughts. He had known Grandpa Roma and Antonio were planning something. But now he wondered just what exactly that was, and what it would mean. What would Grandpa be risking… what would he be doing… what exactly was the meaning of all this talk of war and Germany and invasion? Suddenly that familiar feeling of excitement carried an undercurrent of fear.
Lovino looked up at the sound of the back kitchen door opening, only to see Antonio stepping out into the garden. Lovino's heart leapt annoyingly into his throat. He shrank back carefully on the wall, but Antonio did not notice him. Instead he walked swiftly past the bright flowerbeds before leaning against the far wall by the back gate, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked slightly anxious, and quite exhausted. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and was just breathing the smoke deeply when Lovino jumped down and took a few steps in his direction. Antonio looked up sharply, then smiled. "Lovino."
Lovino stared at Antonio cautiously. He was never quite sure how to act around him; it was more confusing than it should be. Lovino folded his arms. "I've overheard you talking with Grandpa, you know."
Antonio looked politely curious. "Oh?"
"There is going to be a war, isn't there?"
Antonio's expression turned slightly uncertain. He took a draw on his cigarette and breathed the smoke out slowly. "Probably."
Lovino nodded thoughtfully. "Right. Well. I guess I'll just have to join the army then."
Antonio laughed softly, staring at Lovino with sparkling eyes. "The army?" He tilted his head slightly. "I just realised I've never asked… how old are you, Lovino?"
Lovino thought about how to answer. He thought briefly about lying. Then he realised it probably did not matter much. "Fifteen," he said huffily.
Antonio's eyebrows shot up and he looked away quickly. "Fifteen," he muttered. He shook his head, took another long draw on his cigarette, and stared at the sky for few moments. "You won't be able to join for a while then. And when you are old enough, do you even know what you will be fighting for?"
Lovino furrowed his eyebrows. What a strange question… "For Italy, of course."
"Hmm." Antonio often thought for a long time before speaking. Lovino wondered if it was because of the difference in language. He refused to admit that it fascinated him. Because it didn't, damn it. Antonio breathed out another lungful of smoke. "Sometimes, joining the army is not the best way to serve your country. Sometimes, to do what is right, you have to stand up and fight for what everyone else thinks is wrong."
Lovino swallowed heavily. Antonio had said something like that earlier. You will be fighting against the government of your own country... "I don't know what you mean."
"You will." Antonio flicked his ash on the ground and stared at it. "War is not exciting, Lovino. I sincerely hope you do not make the mistake of thinking so before you actually see it."
Lovino narrowed his eyes as he studied Antonio, thinking through everything he had overheard in the last few weeks. About civil war in Spain and fascism and that place Antonio kept mentioning, that place called Guernica… "What are you really doing here?"
Antonio thought for a moment again. "I think I am trying to fight for what is right."
"You think?"
"I hope. Unfortunately, I've never been very good at separating right from wrong. I think I've always just felt too much to truly know the difference. But this… yes, I'm sure I'm right in this. I have to be."
Lovino tried unsuccessfully to suppress the swelling in his chest. So he tried angrily to ignore it. "I didn't ask for your life story, bastard."
Antonio looked vaguely amused. "No. Forgive me, Lovino." He inhaled deeply on his cigarette, his eyes still on the ground. A heavy silence fell. Lovino was not sure if he should leave. For some reason he did not dwell on, he did not want to. He fidgeted with his hands behind his back for a moment. Antonio did not continue, so Lovino broke the silence.
"Can I have a cigarette?"
Antonio laughed. "No."
"Screw you, bastard!"
Antonio dropped the cigarette and stood on it. Then he finally looked up, his eyes meeting Lovino's, burning into them. Lovino felt his next angry words die on his lips. The hot stillness of the day seemed to close in on him. He could not move, could not breathe, could not tear his gaze from those brilliant green eyes staring into his. Antonio took a step closer then paused, shook his head, and laughed softly to himself. "Fifteen," he muttered, before turning and walking out the back gate. Lovino watched him go, his heart pounding in his ears, unsure whether to feel relieved.
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Only a few days later, Lovino stood at the kitchen door, listening as Antonio explained to Roma that he was going away for a few months. Lovino was surprised, annoyed and infuriated by how upset and disappointed that made him. This was stupid. He shouldn't care, he didn't care, why the hell would he care…
"Things are moving fast, Roma. Faster than expected. Of course I will be back regularly, but from here it is up to you. You will be the face of this. I will simply be your informant."
Roma laughed raucously. "Sometimes you sound so much older than your years. Do not forget that you are talking to the youngest Italian officer to ever rise past the rank of Captain. I am quite capable of inspiring a group to victory."
Antonio's voice became cheerful and lighthearted once again. "Like any student of the Great War, I am well aware of your military accomplishments. Maggiore Vargas, hero of the Isonzo campaign. Why else do you think I am so eager to work with you?"
"All right, stop with the flattery, kid." But Lovino could hear the delight in Roma's voice. Grandpa always loved when people spoke of his celebrated military history. "You do your job, and I'll do mine."
The rest of the conversation became too soft to hear properly. When the room finally fell silent, Lovino pressed his ear as close to the door as possible. Had they left? Was their meeting over? He tried listening for the sound of footsteps, but heard nothing, until suddenly the door opened inward. Lovino cried out in surprise and fell forward, right into Antonio's steadying arms.
"Hello, Lovino!"
"Bu... wha... get off me, bastard!" Lovino's face burned and he frantically pulled himself upright, pushing Antonio away and backing up until he hit the wall behind him.
"Why do I always find you listening in doorways?" Antonio smiled at Lovino amusedly.
"It's my house," said Lovino indignantly. "And I wasn't listening, I was..." Lovino had no idea what to say. "I was... oh, go away."
Antonio smirked and nodded. "Very well." He started to walk past, but as he did, Lovino felt his hand shoot out and grasp Antonio's shirt. He was sure he hadn't meant to do that. Antonio looked down, almost as surprised as Lovino himself. Lovino's eyes darted nervously.
"You're leaving."
Antonio smirked again. "You weren't listening?"
Lovino glared at him. "It's the only way I ever find things out around here. No one tells me anything otherwise."
"Yes, Lovino, I am leaving for a while. Please don't worry, though. I will return soon enough. I will be returning quite frequently."
"I'm not worried!" Lovino spat indignantly.
"Of course not." Antonio was too close. Lovino tried to ignoring the fluttering in his stomach, tried to ignore the way his breath came faster, because he didn't care, Antonio was not making him feel like this, oh God he smelt so good, NO! "Well," continued Antonio, "I suppose this is it until..."
"Don't waste your goodbyes on me, bastard, go find my cute brother and say farewell to him instead." Lovino immediately winced at his words. Crap, damn it, why did he say that? That hadn't come out as sulkily as it sounded, surely...
Antonio just let out a breath of laughter. "Oh, Lovino." Antonio took a step towards him and Lovino pressed himself even closer to the wall. Then Antonio leant over and rested his hand slowly, lightly, against Lovino's side. Lovino's eyes widened. His heartbeat increased, his palms started to sweat, and the back of his neck burned with a heat that quickly spread through his entire body. Then he felt Antonio's breath hot against his ear. "Feliciano is cute, Lovi. But you are beautiful."
Lovino was stunned. Beautiful. Antonio had called him beautiful. Not cute, not adorable, not sweet; something more than any of that. Antonio had said it to him, to him alone; whispered it in his ear when no one else could hear, words meant only for Lovino. This was too much. Lovino could think of only one way to deal with these wild, confusing, unfamiliar feelings racing through him. He squared his shoulders, drew back his fist, and punched Antonio square in the jaw. "You don't call boys beautiful, you creep!"
Lovino turned and stormed from the room, pretending he did not hear Antonio laughing behind him.
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Disclaimer: This story belongs to George deValier. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. I own nothing.
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Cinque Terre (or Quattro Terre for us)
10/05/2018: We left before six this morning as we had a lot to do. It was good to get around early as there were none of us around, that is, tourists. The streets were empty save the vacuum trucks brooming off and washing the pavement of any trace of last night's hordes and their disarray.

The dawn clean up. Preparing for another day of onslaught
Macca's for breakfast and a two hour train trip to the five medieval fishing villages of Cinque Terre and our first opportunity for a swim, in clean water that is. After a brisk walk to the station rather than taxis, we caught the eight past seven regional train from Santa Maria Novella to Firenze Campo di Marte for the seven thirty six through train to eventually, Naples. We would get off at La Spezia Centrale, wait for a quarter of an hour and then board a suburban train for the twenty odd minute trip to the most northern of the five towns, Monterosso Al Mare.

Good start to the day

Waiting at Firenze Campo di Marte for the next train to Napoli
Monterosso Station was, as expected, right on the water. It also sat between the new part of town to the west and facing the sea from the thirteenth century old town, situated beyond the rocky headland and facing the safe harbour, albeit separated by the ugly railway overpass that allowed us to get there.
We walked off the platform and were immediately confronted with Rocky the dog, sitting on his blanket with a sign begging for money so he could presumably seek treatment for his ailments, cataracts, cancer and arthrosis. We gave him a glance, descended the stairs to the street below and crossed via Fegina to be welcomed by a beautiful view of the Ligurian Sea. The first time that we had seen it for a few years. Crossing the single lane road was a simple process as with a zebra crossing and not much traffic to contend with, we stepped straight onto the narrow paved viewing platform, bounded on each end by a curved ramp that allowed us to access the sand below.

Rocky the dog
The next twenty minutes were very therapeutic. Once on the beach the small pebbles and coarse grains of sand both massaged and cut into our feet. It felt a little painful but seemed good for the soul, or soles, as we walked. Working our way towards the headland and the large rock formation that dominated the landscape towards the end, the deck chairs and umbrellas were making an appearance with ropes delineating sections of beach that were being progressively cordoned off. To the east, the beach dude was well on top of setting up. Banana chairs out and umbrellas not far behind. The dude at the other end of the beach was dragging the chain. Maybe it was the same dude and he hadn't got around to it. Maybe not.
The water was clear and turquoise and looked inviting. We were soft though and although to swim was one of our aims for the day, after we dipped our feet into the water, as much as it was enjoyable, it was a bit too fresh. We gave a dip in the Mediterranean Sea a miss and stuck to the shore line, venturing in to our knees as we strolled towards Aurora Tower.

Old mate setting up for the day. Clouds and all

This guy must have had a day off

Lo Scoglio di Monterosso. You need to pay for this beach at times
Not far beyond Lo Scoglio di Monterosso there was a bit more sand but it quickly turned to boulders that formed the point where Aurora Tower stood. We back tracked a bit and found the roadway above. We had walked as far as possible and had only done so due to the time of year. In peak season the beach is blocked off, umbrellas and beach lounges erected and change rooms and lock ups made available. All at a cost. Twenty five to thirty euros for the day. More if you want the front row.
The tower was built by the Genovese during the fifteen hundreds, forming part of a defensive cordon to ward off pirates. Once located at the edge of town, the tower and the castle ruins delineate the old town of Monterosso and the Fegina. At the foot of the tower, the road entered a tunnel cut through the rock while the pedestrian path kept to the coast, allowing people to enjoy the view. Jo and Cec took the tunnel, the gents took the path.

Looking towards the tunnel to Monterosso Vecchio. Aurora Tower in the background

Another private beach around the point at Monterosso Vecchio. €25 a day
Meeting at the tunnels end, we wandered down what was still via Fegina, under the railway and into a small but interesting market selling homewares more than anything. Handy stuff for the kitchen. Coffee pots, saucepans, utensils and the like. Nothing there for us but. We were looking for a rest and a drink which we found along with the many souvenir shops that lined the caruggi. A quick look around and off to the ferry wharf.

A rest for the nanas, Facebook time
We knew which boat that we wanted and it had pulled in but with still a distance to cover before we were actually there, some urgency was required as we had yet to purchase tickets. The queue at the ticket seller only increased our anxiety but thinking that we would miss out was in the end unfounded as there were plenty queueing to get on after those on board disembarked. It ended up being a descent wait rather than running late. By eleven thirty we had boarded the ferry to Vernazza and were on our way.

Goodbye Monterosso

Hello Vernazza
As we approached Vernazza, we were greeted by the best view available. Clusters of houses clutching the cliffs, the fourteenth century church on the harbour and the town's defences including the castle and two watch towers, built hundreds of years earlier, all in perspective. The seas were a little rough but disembarking the ferry was a safe and simple process. Under the gaze of Castello Doria and its Belforte Tower, we braved the gang plank and moved around the concrete break water that protected the harbour. A lovely sight, people soaking up the sun when the opportunity arose, fishermen tending to their boats and many hundreds of tourists moving back and forth from the breakwater to the main street. All to a backdrop of Ligurian houses painted hues of rosé and saffron fornenting the timeworn Chiesa di Santa Margherita di Antiochia, and all alee the rich green of the hills behind.

Old mate tieing up his boat. Chiesa di Santa Margherita di Antiochia to the left, via Visconti ahead
We were only here for a while though, a quick look around. It was after mid day and time for a feed. A lap of via Visconti and via Roma allowed us to make a call. Back to near the harbour, to a corner restaurant that we had frequented with the kids last time we were there, Pizzeria Lercari Ercole. It drew our attention with the pizza oven near the front window where could watch the cook place pizzas and bread into the wood fired oven. Initially we sat under the umbrellas at the front but were offered seating at the rear of the premises after speaking to the waitress. A lot more secluded. We were initially the only ones out there but it soon changed and before long the small courtyard was full. Good ploy to keep the tables out front empty so passers by got the impression that there was plenty of room. This was a good meal, good pasta for some but more importantly, some delicious mussels for Beau. He did enjoy them as well as the Birra Moretti.

Looking for a feed. The cave leading to Vernazza Beach was cordoned off

Mussels for lunch, good choice
Soon after lunch the move to the next town was on. Heading up to the train station and too lazy to climb the paths to Corniglia, the next stop would be Manarola Station. There was a considerable crowd, on the train and on the platforms. So much so that when we arrived at Manarola Station, it took a long time to get to the tunnel entrance that linked the platforms to the town. Just as many people were trying to access the platforms from the tunnel as were trying to access the tunnel from the platforms. The stairs under the tracks travelling south were a particular pinch point, causing gridlock. Upon exiting the tunnel we headed down hill, up the ramp that took us past a small square full of kids playing football, down the ramp on the other side and into via Renato Birolli to the water. After surveying the shore from the platform above the water, we walked up the path towards the scenic viewpoint on the northern headland and overlooked the rocky outcrops that partially protected the town from the sea and sunbaking area and launch pad for those game enough to jump in for a swim. Given the number of boats in the streets and along the rocky cliffs above the shoreline, one would be forgiven for thinking that Manarola was a fishing village, similar to those we just visited. Most of the boats were for show though. Manarola is traditionally an olive growing and wine producing area.

Swimmers and others relaxing in the sun
Extending our walk around to see if the Lovers Walk was open, as it was closed several years earlier due to landslides, we were disappointed to find that it was still closed and the track in disrepair. On our return we scaled the steep steps that led us to the picnic area above Nessun Dorma restaurant and another set to Cimitero di Manarola, returning back down to Cec and eventually the shops at the tunnel entrance. This is where we left her again to walk up the hill to the church.

Looking back at Manarola across the top of the sun shades at the restaurant
With Cecilia doing her own thing, the rest of us commenced the ten minute walk up the via Antonio Discovolo incline to an area that Jo had visited by herself last time we were there and recommended the view from above. The road followed the creek closely all the way until the last steep climb to the right, where the road passed over. This was the introduction to a small open area bounded by a church and bell tower on opposite sides. Piazzale Papa Innocenzo IV was dedicated to the Pope, a local character called Sinibaldo Fieschi who lived from 1195 until 1254 and was pope from 1243 until his death from pleurisy whilst still in office. The locals may have been clutching at straws a bit as records were not the best so he could have been born during any number of years and in several places. Good story though. To our right was the view back down the valley and over the township, dominated by a large bell tower which at some stage doubled as a watch tower when the town was under threat from Saracen pirate raids.

POPE INNOCENT IV SQUARE
A TRADITION THAT WAS BORN
IN MANAROLA IN THE ROLANDA HOUSE
To our left was Chiesa di San Lorenzo, built in the thirteen hundreds after a bit of a population boom due to increased activity in the area. Apart from the impressive rose window above the front door, the church had a triptych hanging on the back wall from a similar period.

Looking inside Chiesa di San Lorenzo with the triptych representing Madonna with the Child and Saints at the back of the alter

The hills above Chiesa di San Lorenzo full of day trippers with energy to burn
Our next step was to leave the town and head to our final destination, Riomaggiore. We were going by ferry again so needed to get back down to the bottom of the town and manoeuvre the steps and pathway which led us along the waterfront, past the marble breakwater, through the slit in the granite cliff and to the boarding area. Having not referred to a timetable, we were there with plenty of time to spare and mostly alone. The weather was still fickle with sunscreen being applied by passers by when we arrived to showers by the time the ferry had arrived. It was just after three and a half an hour wait was ahead of us.

Sunscreen one minute, umbrellas the next

In transit to Riomaggiore
By four we were on land again and the sun was out. Just around the rocks from Spiagga del Paese, we climbed the stair and battled the crowds as we made our way towards the main street. Riomaggiore may have been the last to visit but it was certainly the most dramatic. Looking like it hadn't been touched for years, the steepness of the streetscape and height of buildings certainly cast a shadow over the narrow and congested main street. This town had a small harbour that was user friendly when compared with Manarola shown by the number of boats in the street and the fact that some could be hired.

The town's steep streetscape. An impressive welcoming view
It was getting on in the day and we had had enough. Wandering up via Columbo and looking for a sit down, we came across Costeve', a restaurant serving pretty well everything, including wine. Some had a drink, some didn't but before too long we were looking in the shops and working our way to the station to prepare for the train journey back to Florence. Paying particular attention to the correct platform. We needed to travel towards Pisa, not Genoa.

Too much action for one day
A couple of hours on the train allowed us to recharge our batteries before the walk from Santa Maria Novella back to the apartment. From there it was a midnight game of Trivial Pursuit and bed.

Not too many arguments tonight. It was too late
Tomorrow the Accademia & Uffizi.
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6/4/2022 DAB Chronological Transcription
Proverbs 4 - 6
Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm Jill. Today is the fourth day of June and we are winding our week down together. My time is it's coming to an end and China will take over the microphone tomorrow. But until then, let's jump into the scripture. Today we're reading Proverbs chapters four, five, and six. And today's the last day in the New Living Translation, Proverbs chapter four.
Commentary
I just want to take a real quick look and see if this jumped out at you like it did me. Proverbs chapter four, verse seven. And whatever else you do, develop good judgment. Getting wisdom is the wisest thing you can do. And whatever else you do, develop good judgment. Notice the word develop. It's a process. It's a practice. Maybe we're born with it and maybe we're not. But the encouraging thing is we can develop it by practice it. And practice means entering into the act of doing something repeatedly. We have the ability to make good judgment, but we have to be willing to practice and develop.
Prayer
Father, we thank you for your word today. These words pierce us in a way that they should, if we're just being honest. There is so much wisdom here for us to learn from, to develop. So, Father, I pray that we would be a people that would yearn for practice, for participating, for repeatedly developing the voice of wisdom. Let that be our reach that we reach for every time because she is available to us and how we need to have that in this world, in this time in our lives. We need to be people of wisdom that long for the voice of wisdom that rises above the noise, cuts through the information and looks beyond to a greater voice that is so oftentimes not listened to, not even sought out. Let us be people that seek out the voice of wisdom so that we may be people set apart and people would know us by the fruit that we bear. This is the cry of my soul and my heart that we would be people yearned for your voice and tuned into your voice and learned to hear your voice. And we just need to get above the noise sometimes to actually hear you. Thank you for speaking. Thank you for being willing and available to us. Thank you for being with us in the practice, in the repetition and the development of wisdom. We pray this now in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen.
Announcements
It has been my joy to be here with you this week, and I look forward to the week after next. I place you in the delicate, beautiful, and capable hands of my daughter, China. Hope you all have a great week and I will see you the week after. Until then, love one another.
Community Prayer Line
Hello, Daily Audio Bible I'm Leslie from Houston, Texas, and I would like to say some prayers for both myself and for the people in Texas who suffered in San Antonio from the loss of their children. I can't even imagine the pain they must be going through and for it to happen so close to home and it's horrible. So, Lord, I come before you today to ask that you may be there with those families, that you may comfort them and help them during this horrible, horrible time. And I pray that they may receive peace, knowing that not only are you with them in this life, but that you're with their children in your Kingdom. I pray that they may find comfort in that and that they may not face this horrible loss alone. And with that in mind, I pray that you may remind all of us that we're not alone when you're with us. Even when it feels like the world is collapsing in on us, that you're always for us and not against us, and that even when we sin, you are willing to convict us and bring us back. We thank you, Lord. In Jesus name, Amen.
Hi, this is Victoria Soldier. Just calling to pray for some of the DABbers. I want to pray for her son Josiah. He's improving, but I still want to pray for him that he can continue to get better. I want to pray for my precious sister Diane Olive Brown and her husband, Jeff. I'm going to pray for them and the challenges that they're going through. I'm going to pray for Gerald from Houston, who was in juvenile court. I'm going to pray for the grandson and that he's working out. I'm going to continue to pray that he continued to work out good and also to receive Christ and have Christ in his heart, that Christ meet him and bless him. I want to pray for Mark from August 1 time caller, and he was going through with his car. I just wanted to say that maybe I'm looking on our newest car. It's probably still on the warranty. I pray that that's the thing, but also for some guidance. It seems like he was seeking guidance in some things of the Lord gracious, Father, we just praise you today. We magnify you because you're worthy, Lord, because you're mighty, because you're Holy, because you are God. And above you there is no other. I just thank you so much for those who called seeking to get an answer from you, O Lord. And knowing that you are God, that answers prayer, Lord, just knowing the faith of your people, Lord, that they will receive what you have for them because you said you would know any good thing from them that love you, Lord. We just ask that you heal once you deliver, you get rid of that depression, the vomiting, the different things that is going through in the lives of your people. And Lord will give you the glory and the honor and the praise. Have a good day. I love you all and just want to say Hi to Jill and to China. Tell them thank you so much for the daily or your chronological. Have a great day. Bye bye.
Hello, my DABC, wonderful family. This prayer is particularly in response to Christie from Kentucky, Our wonderful sister in Christ. I heard your call today, Christy, and have already prayed along with the call like many of us do, I want to acknowledge and encourage you that I am praying, oh my gosh for the needs you lifted up for Judy who has leukemia and then praying that her pneumonia will be alleviated So her leukemia can be addressed and praying for her healing. I also prayed with you for your best friend's husband Ed Who is grieving and lifted him up and really praying for extended family members. I could hardly wrap my brain around these needs. I had to listen again, but I'm praying for Patsy and Mike in the ICU after the horrible accident, after leaving the funeral from just burying the sisterinlaw, the niece that was there died, I believe in that horrible accident like my heart could hardly wrap my brain around that. But yes, Christie, lifting up in prayer with you for these family members and praying for you also that you will be encouraged. You are always such an encouragement to many, so I love you. I love you all very much. This is Chicago, peg signing off and loving you and praying with you in Jesus name. Amen.
Hello, community from DABC. My name is Abraham from Mexico one more time And I just wanted to pray for somebody. I sincerely don't remember her name, But I do remember her story. I remember that she was struggling with anxiety and depression and she had three children and was a single mom. I'm going to pray that's only God to whoever this may be, please help her depression and help her overcome her anxiety. Though we may not know exactly what she's facing, we know you do. As your word says, if we call upon you in the day of unique in the day of anguish, on the darkest days, you're going to be freeing us and we will honor you. I'm not perfect. Nobody of us are. But yet you chose to be with us and save us through your son Jesus in the cross. So don't let the pressure win over. Don't let the sister fall away. And please, in the name of Jesus, we pray Amen as well. I just wanted to tell you, sister, before my time ends. I've also suffered that and I know it's hard, it's horrible and it's dangerous you and your family and I really hope that you will overcome this. Good night. Bye.
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