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[smpsfac]

2023 Meeting

Mon-Fri 6pm Mass

Sat (Anticipated Mass) 6pm

Sun: 7:30Am &9:00am 3:00 (childrens choir) 4:30pm & 6:00pm

January 28 First Communion AM and Afternoon SMYC AND SMCC

Meeting for Lenten Season FEBRUARY 5 10am

Feb 22 Ash Wednesday Masses 7am 4:30om 7pm

STREET MASS

February 24-March 31 BRGY 48-55

[story-courty]

Show Me Your Colors

Chapters: 3/?

Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Julie Molina & Reggie Peters

Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Flynn Taylor

Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff and Angst, Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Adventure, Halloween, Casual Magic

Summary:

Ever since her mom died, Julie has had three goals:

1. Avoid making any kind of music at all costs

2. Avoid crowds so they don’t bug her about her stupid prophecy.

3. Avoid revealing that she can no longer use her magic

It’s not healthy, she knows, shut up. But she's sad, and it's easier to fade into the shadows than to try and hold onto the colorful world that followed her mother wherever she went.

Too bad all three of those goals get completely shattered the night she’s compelled to sing a song she was compelled to write and summons a being made of light that she’s compelled to help.

Yeah, and you thought your day was rough.

Now, as she gets to know the light more and comes to understand who he is and what he means, both to the world and to her, she’s determined to find him, free him, and bring him home.

And who knows? What goes around comes around after all; maybe freedom can go both ways.

[moonlight-ghoulette]

I’ve been holding onto this Rhink video edit I put together for like 3 weeks now, not brave enough to post it up anywhere sfdadhjsahk I should just do it

[mclaughneal]

I made have edited it a little

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[meganlclickfl]

Native Santa Monica

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Elementary school. 1125 pico boulevard

Condominiums. apartment 208. 1125

Tommy adaptive line

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What is happening to our local frogs and newts? Exotic crayfish, fish, and bullfrogs are introduced species that are not native to the local environment and they are eating our native frogs and newts.

los angeles native, Nyesha J. Arrington’s restaurant has taken over the space once occupied by the Santa Monica Yacht Club (whose passing we mourn). Arrington, who was featured on Bravo’s Top Chef and worked alongside Josiah Citrin at the wildly popular, fine-dinning restaurant, Mélisse dials it down to casual elegance and ecclectic. The ambiance is…

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Native Restaurant Review: The former SMYC location in Santa Monica has been reborn as Native, a restaurant from "Top Chef" alum Nyesha Arrington (formerly of Leona). Once again, she is be sourcing ingredients from the farmers market to present what the restaurant describes as "a progressive expression of love through food."

source https://santamonicaday.com/native-santa-monica/ from Santa Monica Day https://santamonicaday.blogspot.com/2018/11/native-santa-monica.html

[cyklosoundsystem]

v0 - první pokus

K tomu ani fotku nemám. V bazaru jsem za tři stovky pořídil repráky z hifi věže. K tomu autorádio a trakční baterie. Repráky jsem pomocí horolezeckých smyc nějak upevnil na nosič; autorádio a baterií jsem dal do předního košíku; a drátama jsem to nějak celé propojil. Hrálo to, káblíky vypadávaly, hodně štelování cestou. Čistý punk. Pouze jedna jízda byla s verzí 0.

[kettcrdams]

Hey, Roomie

Sebastian was getting a roommate, which he was, understandably, unhappy about. He didn’t bother asking for the guy’s name from the dorm advisor, just sighed and headed back upstairs, taking his time to try to get some of the Warblers to talk to him again. (They hadn’t since the Black and White incident). When he got back upstairs, the door was ajar. When he pushed the door open, he was quite surprised to see a fling on the bed.

“Dave?”

“Hey roomie,” Dave Karofsky said indifferently, not turning around. He wasn’t any happier about this roommate situation than Sebastian was.

[story-courty]

Show Me Your Colors

Read from the beginning ^^^

Chapter 2: So Close, So Real is up!

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Julie Molina & Reggie Peters Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Flynn Taylor

Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff and Angst, Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Adventure, Halloween

Summary:

Ever since her mom died, Julie has had three goals:

1. Avoid making any kind of music at all costs 2. Avoid crowds so they don’t bug her about her stupid prophecy. 3. Avoid revealing that she can no longer use her magic

It’s not healthy, she knows, shut up. But she's sad, and it's easier to fade into the shadows than to try and hold onto the colorful world that followed her mother wherever she went.

Too bad all three of those goals get completely shattered the night she’s compelled to sing a song she was compelled to write and summons a being made of light that she’s compelled to help.

Yeah, and you thought your day was rough.

Now, as she gets to know the light more and comes to understand who he is and what he means, both to the world and to her, she’s determined to find him, free him, and bring him home.

And who knows? What goes around comes around after all; maybe freedom can go both ways.

Chapter 2 is up, friends!

[moonlight-ghoulette]

The last time I tried to blow off fireworks, I mistakenly bought a “sparkling fountain” or whatever and had no idea it shot full fucking mortars, and there’s still a golfball sized hole in the side of my garage because it tipped over on the flimsy plywood we set it on and shot a hole right through it while it sent huge, exploding mortar shells all over the yard.

I’ll tell you what though, running for your life from a series of explosions is exhilarating.

[pizzzattitude]

" - On s'envole ? - On s'envole. "

' Show me you care. ' @AlloMelanie

[likealittlemountain]

“ When other people doubt you, when you doubt yourself I want you to look at your palms and know that you are written on the palms of the one that loves you the most. That when your heart is broken and you are clinging to your chest look at your hands and know that you are not alone. When you are wiping your tears look at your hands and know that you aren’t alone.. …if I could write in your palm I would. I would write ‘I love you’. I would write ‘I believe in you’. I would write ‘You are not alone.’ I would write your story, your destiny. But the mysteries of life are too complex for even us to understand our own palms. And I wish I would tell you 10,000 things at this moment. But I believe all those things could be summed up in the palm of your hand. ”

Joy Prior

[oranui-palegreeneyedfob89]

SMYC

Best week that made my 2013. A New Years resolution that is ticked off, changed me completely. Never again will I misjudge or underestimate the power of today's youth, they are misunderstood and need our love, hope and faith in them. They are our future, they deserve to be cared for taught and given the time of day to be listened to.

I was so blessed to have experienced such an uplifting week and taking care of these kids and working with them. If you ever have the opportunity to do, go for it!

When you hear them say thank you and testify themselves and the willingness to change it is so liberating that the 21 hour full on days are worth it.

[kettcrdams]

Title: Fucking Vampires Rating: T Characters: Dave Karofsky, Sebastian Smythe Pairings: Smythofsky (Sebastian Smythe/Dave Karofsky) Word Count: 1526 Warnings: None Summary: Dave catches the scent of the vampire who killed his mother. He didn’t expect to come across a fledgling.

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Vampires were everywhere. Fucking everywhere. At every corner, in every room, no matter where you went, there was a vampire.

Granted, not all vampires were bad, but majority were and Dave hated them. He hated the way they traveled in clusters and went around mating with mortals. (Dave himself was a halfling.) He hated the way they spread their venom to others and how they strutted around town like they owned it, because, let’s be real, they did. But most of all, he hated vampires because they were the reason his mother was dead. He knew the scent, though, of the vampire that killed her, since halflings had a keen sense of smell. He had trained himself from the time he was thirteen and saw his mother brutally murdered right in front of his eyes. Five years of training for nothing. He’d never caught the scent again. He’d settle for even a vampire in the same coven. He just wanted revenge.

One day, the god he didn’t believe in seemed to attempt to help him out. He caught the whiff of the scent that had been seared into his memory. Making a mental note to go to church on Sunday, he followed the scent behind an apartment building, lighter and spray can at the ready. The vampire would smell him, though, before he could attack and he braced himself for impact as he came closer, but nothing happened. He readied himself to spray the vampire with gasoline, douse him before lighting up and burning him to hell.

Dave didn’t come face to face with a strong, able-bodied creature. He came face to wall and was hit with the lovely stench of a dumpster that must’ve been close. After a few seconds, he realized that there was a faint whimpering sound coming from the ground at his feet. His eyebrows lifted in confusion but he didn’t relax the defensive pose. 

The boy at his feet was curled up, body trembling in pain and every few seconds, he would cough up blood. There was already a puddle forming. It occurred to Dave that he wasn’t even fully vampire, since he had the scent of one but was still losing his blood and having it replaced with venom. Dave knew all about changing. It was nasty business, something he had been lucky enough to avoid experiencing. He got distracted when he saw the boy’s face. He was gorgeous, all vampires were, to make it easier to lure in their prey, but this boy wasn’t even finished changing yet. He had to have been naturally beautiful. 

“You…” the boy began, panting and sweating. “You’re a vampire…you changed.” He grabbed his side and gave a sharp groan of pain as he spat up more blood. He forced himself onto his hands and knees, spitting up the last remnants of that round, so he didn’t choke on it. “Please…Make it stop.”

Dave was without a clue as to what to do. He’d never changed and who knew what would happen if he tried to even touch this guy. Where the hell was his coven? Vampires never left their fledglings alone, not for the first few months and especially not while they were changing. Cautiously, he asked, “Where’s your coven?”

The boy managed to answer: “Gone.” He doubled over, throwing up what had to be the last of the blood before curling into himself. Dave knew what was coming next and backed himself against the side of the opposite building, covering his ears. The boy let out a blood curdling scream. Then, it was over. The boy scrambled back against the wall, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a bloody sleeve. Dave was still careful. Fledglings were the worst, so reckless and arrogant and every last one of them believed that they were invincible. The boy was shuddering still. “That was horrible,” he mumbled, moving his forehead to his knees. Dave wondered if he should leave now or do Ohio a favor and try to kill it…— him. “I am never turning anybody.” He sounded like he was talking more to himself than Dave. He should leave.

But then the boy caught a whiff of Dave’s scent and his head snapped up. Carefully, he pushed himself off the ground, using the wall to support himself as he balanced on shaky legs. “Huh… I was wrong. You’re not a vampire. We smell much better than that.”

See? Arrogant. 

“I’m a halfling,” Dave mumbled, shrugging and glancing away for only a second. He didn’t trust this guy and once he killed him or found out what happened to his coven, he’d be gone. “Where’s your coven?”

“They abandoned me,” the guy said, tugging his blood stained shirt over his head and balling it up before tossing it into the dumpster. Dave could see his bare chest and that was all bloody and the scars on his chest had to have been newly healed, a perk of the venom. But it was obvious this guy hadn’t gone down without a fight. “Bit me, ditched me here and fled.”

Dave relaxed his grip on the gasoline. “Why?” He was a little shaky himself since he’d caught the scent of the vampire that killed his mother. All vampires shared the same scent but once one took to start changing more, the ones that vampire changed took on the first’s scent, making it clear who they belonged to. “Vampires don’t abandon their fledglings.”

The guy gave a weak laugh, pushing a hand through his hair as he stepped out of his jeans, leaving him in only boxer briefs and Dave’s eyes were instinctively drawn to the bulge in them. “Hell if I know. Changing’s weird. You don’t remember much of what happened right before it. Your brain is fuzzy from the second the venom starts to take over.” He spoke with such ease, sounding like an old pro at it. 

Dave pulled out his lighter and lit it, watching as the guy’s head snapped up from where he had been examining his body. “Tell me,” he demanded quietly. The instinctual fear would tell the guy not to lie to him. “Or I’ll send you to hell.”

The guy sighed, eyeing the flame nervously. “I honestly don’t know.” 

Next, Dave grabbed his small can of gasoline, eyebrows raised. “Still don’t know?”

The guy pressed himself against the wall, eyes widening. “I…they changed me and left me here because there was a hunter here…he wanted revenge on them because the clan leader killed his mom or something.”

Dave swallowed roughly. “Why’d they kill her?”

“Crimes against the clan, I’unno,” the guy mumbled, not letting his eyes fall until Dave put the lighter and gasoline away. He relaxed, groaning quietly as he realized how sore he was. 

Dave nodded, trying to make sense of what he’d just been told. “So, they just left you here, to die or figure this shit out on your own?”

The guy nodded, dropping his head against the wall. “From what I gather.”

“I’m Dave.” He wasn’t expecting the guy to be fifty feet away in a matter of seconds. “Dude, what the hell?”

“They said that was the name of the hunter…” 

Fuck. Dave sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I promise, I’m not going to hurt you. You were bait, fledgling bait, and not even I’m going that far.” The guy nodded but didn’t look convinced. “C’mon, what’s your name?”

“Sebastian,” the guy answered, hesitantly coming closer. 

Sebastian. The guy was easily a classic beauty, auburn hair, green eyes and that was before he’d changed. Now, he could’ve been born in the seventeen hundreds. The name suited him quite well. “What do you say we get you clothes that aren’t bloodstained and I’ll get you a place to stay?”

Sebastian nodded, closing the gap and letting Dave lead him off. A week later, Sebastian was living with Dave and his father, who was fidgety around him due to the fact that he shared the scent of the vampire that killed his wife. Sebastian was still nervous around Dave, because he might kill him when he slept, since vampires were nocturnal. 

A coven-less vampire was rare and a fledgling was worse. Sebastian was alone when it came to learning the ropes of being a vampire, especially since none of the other covens in Ohio would take him because he already had the scent of another vampire on him. Dave trained him as best as he could, teaching him how to fight and the basics of hunting, not going into detail since he preferred mortal food himself. 

But the clan Sebastian should’ve belonged to would be back sooner or later, to see if their bait was dead or not, since emotional bonds was what told them when someone was dead or not, were only formed after months of being together. Their curiosity would spike. 

They’d be back. Dave and Sebastian were in no rush. Dave would be frozen at nineteen forever once he had his nineteenth birthday and Sebastian at seventeen. They were waiting. And when that fucking coven came back, they would be ready. 

[moonlight-ghoulette]

Let's play 'save smyc from herself!'

Send me a link to a song or a single word/phrase to my ask box and possibly get a Rhinky ficlet based off of it!

[sylviaramonawilde]

Show Me You Care || Kitty/Sylvia

Characters: Sylvia Ramona & Kitty Jayne Wilde

Location: Going to a hobby shop

General Notes: A kind of date to Sylvia's favorite hobby shop and games store.  Suspected territorial/protective Kitty as guys try to step into her territory?

Warnings: Wiwilde, G!P/G!P and maybe *SMUT*

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Sylvia:

Sylvia had no idea how things had turned out the way they did, but they were awesome.  Scary awesome, but awesome, because something might happen between her and Kitty.  They were going out on a date of sorts, could it be anymore perfect she wondered.  The idea of kissing and other sexual activity they mentioned made her heart beat faster.  She wanted to be the perfect princess or princely princess for Kitty and couldn't begin to figure out what to try for.

She dressed up a bit.  Trying to be sexy but not too sexy.  She wanted Kitty too look and to want her but also not to be stampeded.  Though Kitty stood a better chance of being stampede.  Sylvia shrugged and decided to go to the nearer place, she knew the staff better there.  She put on some panties, tight enough to keep her from showing but sexy enough, especially at the back.  It was just in case but she wanted to be sure if Kitty saw her down there it wouldn't be in something plain.  After the bra came a skirt that was a little short but not enough for a free show, a blouse and a jacket and last of all her hat.

"Ready Kitty?" Sylvia asked coming over to her twin's room.  She did a little twirl so her sister could look her over it.  "What do you think, I thought I'd dress up a little because its a nice day still?" The writer explained her excuse but blushed a bit while doing it.  Kitty would probably know, but she didn't care.