#⁽ ₀₂⋅ hours &. armies could not keep me out . / ism . ⁾

[angryschnauzer]

Henry got excited when his new running torch came. And wanted to show you that itll be good for more than just running in the dark...

Roarry you are the source of inspiration for so many stories, and for this one i’ve continued my Rugby Teacher Henry series;

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Outdoor Sex.

Pairing: Rugby Teacher Henry x Teacher Wife Reader

Previous parts: Thigh Riding, and Jingle My Bells 

An Epic Quickie

The sound of the doorbell chiming had you pulling the pillow over your head. It was early on a Saturday morning and it had been a very long week. 

As a school teacher during a pandemic you’d had to quickly adapt to teaching ‘home learning’, and to a class of thirty 5 and 6 year olds that had the attention span of a slug, combined with stressed out parents that were trying to juggle working from home with childcare, homeschool experts, and sometimes entertaining multiple children of different ages, you had also become IT support for them too. 

Henry had it a lot easier. Not only did he teach PE which meant simply recording videos of tasks and setting it for his students, there was little to no work that needed to be submitted apart from the oldest class of his high school students that were working towards their exams. 

You groaned as the warmth of Henry left the bed and he excitedly dashed for the door as you shouted out;

“Clothes Henry, put some clothes on”

Only last week he’d given the Uber Eats delivery guy an eyeful after ordering breakfast and had ‘forgotten’ that he had ordered from the comfort of your bed, where he slept naked.

Moments later you heard him returning up the stairs, obviously taking them two at a time before he burst in the bedroom door;

“Babe, what do you think?!”

Peering out from under the pillow you took in the sight of your husband; standing in the doorway wearing nothing but your hawaiian print satin kimono that barely came to his thighs, his arms spread wide, and blindingly bright head torch.

“What… what the... why?”

He crossed the room and sat on the side of the bed;

“So i can go for a run at night, or before dawn!” 

“You can test it out tonight then… i’ve got to go up to Dad’s stables to feed the ponies as he’s on duty”

-

After a busy day catching up on chores and booking deliveries for the following week, the sun was growing low in the sky when you realised you needed to drive the three miles to your parents place on the other side of town to put their two pet ponies to bed in the stables. Both your parents worked at the Fire Station so you’d worked out a rota with them and their neighbours so that their animals were cared for in the winter months. Henry was going to go for his run and test out his new head torch whilst you sorted the animals out.

An hour later you had mucked out the stable, had loaded it up with fresh hay and water, and had herded the ponies in with the promise of apples when you saw a strange light bobbing along the road that ran alongside the field. As it turned the corner and started to come up the driveway you grinned, realising it was Henry.

“How’d you get on?”

He came to a halt in front of you, breathless and sweaty, and even in the cold winter night you could feel the heat radiating off of him. The fact that you were blatantly checking him out he didn’t miss in the light of his new head torch, and before you knew it he was pulling you flush with his furnace of a chest;

“Hen! You’re all sweaty!”

“Yeah, and i know you love it”

“At least take that torch off so you’re not blinding me!”

He quickly pressed a button and the stable yard was plunged into darkness, and whilst your eyes adjusted his lips were suddenly upon yours, a forceful kiss that had you melting into his arms. When you finally had to put away for air your night vision had returned and you could see the dark look of mischief on your husbands face;

“Hen… what are you thinking?”

“Your Dad installed that roof over where he keeps the hay, right?”

Before you could even answer he had grabbed your hand and was pulling you around the back of the stables to where there was now a small lean-to built to cover the bales of hay. Henry had you pushed up against the back wall of the building and his lips were immediately back on your body, his hands finding their way beneath your hoodie and he let out an appreciative grunt as he found you without a bra. His other hand was between your thighs, rubbing against your cunt through your leggings.

“Fuck Hen… need you…”

“Here, bend over this bale”

He quickly positioned you and pulled your leggings and knickers down, feeling around before cursing;

“Fucking dark… hang on a sec babe…”

A moment later you were faintly illuminated and you realised he’d turned his head torch back on;

“Hen! Someone will see!”

“Shhh, no-one will see. There’s no-one for miles. The whole reason you’re here is because your parents and their neighbours aren’t around… now bend over and spread that pussy for me…”

Leaning over the tarp covered bale you felt the velvet touch of his fat dick pushing at your entrance, gasping as he thrust in fully and started to fuck you hard and fast.

“Fuck… you’re so fucking tight babe… your cunt is so hot around my dick, gonna fill you with a massive load so i know you’re gonna have to hold it inside you on the drive home… you like that babe? Like the thought of me filling you up? If it wasn’t so fucking cold that my arse cheeks are developing frostbite i’d have you sucking me off after to get me ready for round two…”

You loved it when Henry talked dirty, he had been brought up in a well-to-do family and went to a posh boarding school, but when he was at his horniest his mind and mouth was worse than squaddie at a Weatherspoons on Curry night.

Back in the present you felt Henry snake his hand around to your clit, rubbing hard as his thrusts got faster and deeper;

“C’mon Babe, cum for me, let me feel that tight cunt of yours milking my dick for my cum… gonna fill you up with a massive load, got my balls so tight i’m ready to blow, not gonna cum until you do though…”

As if on cue your body knew exactly what it needed to do, and with a small cry you started to cum, shaking as you felt Henry pounding into you from behind before with one final deep thrust he came deep inside you as you felt his meaty dick pump you full of his cum.

-

Walking back to the car Henry had his arm around your shoulders as you happily chatted with your husband, pulling your keys from your hoodie pocket;

“I’ll drive”

“Thanks Babe”

Settling into Henry’s big Volvo SUV you flicked the switch for the heated seats and grinned at him;

“To defrost the frostbitten bum cheeks”

He grinned sleepily as he settled into the warm seat;

“You can warm them up more when we get home”

Returning his smile you knew he’d be fast asleep before you even pulled onto the driveway, but the thought of cuddling up to him under the duvet made up for it.

A/N: Explanations of ‘English-isms’ Squaddie = A guy who is in the Army - usually low level Weatherspoons = a cheap chain pub/restaurant know for cheap beer and having themed ‘nights’ which do combo deals such as a Curry and a Pint of beer for £5.

[cherry-interlude]

Lana Del Rey Unreleased Ranking (5)

This is a re-ranking of Lana's unreleased songs, after making a first a few years ago. This is all my opinion, which I don't mind anyone disagreeing with but don't come for me for it - honestly, I like every song, despite any criticism, and this ranking is very vague. It's based on objective and subjective opinion.

This is the fifth of five posts, with my favourites.

Wild One

Lana is nostalgic without the sadness, remembering how she’d shake it for Mike but is embracing her freedom. She lets country influence seep through her voice and her uncomplicated instrumentals – it would be an unsurprising addition to Chemtrails

True Love On The Side

Though simple in structure and lyrics, it’s more Lana’s grittier rock sound and her incredible vocals that make this one of my favourite unreleased tracks. Lana lets herself go and goes full pop rock chick for this track, whilst keeping in with her ‘other woman’ trope that makes the song still familiar despite its departure from her usual music.

Driving In Cars With Boys

Dripping in nostalgia, Driving In Cars With Boys makes you yearn for the kind of 1950s/1960s era Lana often laments over. Lana is a bad girl just having fun, doing what she pleases and giving in to her vices, and it’s this kind of song that is relatable in its escapism and desire to just do what you please. There are two versions, one with a more monotone chorus that matches the rest of the verses and another where Lana sings in a higher register, letting her cheerful, breezy love for driving with the boys shine through in her vocals.

Angels Forever Forever Angels

Perfect for Paradise, Angels Forever Forever Angels has that slow, rhythmic summer drive feel, a relaxed version of Ride which also has associations with the bikers that feature in both the music video for Ride and the lyrics to this unreleased song. It’s dreamy but grounded by Lana’s patriotic love for the grungier side of Americana.

Hollywood

It has a breathy chorus you could sing to, the feeling of a summer evening and blue skies. The ever building and dropping beat that keeps the song ticking as restlessly as Lana’s hopes and dreams gets me feeling pumped as much as her emphasised, dragged out “Hollywood” in the chorus makes me soothed. Lana is wishing for fame and fortune but it has the feel of an eighties American teen movie, iconic and deserving of a cult following.

Yes To Heaven

Hazy like a daydream, Yes To Heaven is made of sunlight and soft grass, closer to nature than the spotlights of Lana’s often alcohol-soaked, money drenched stages. Lana’s voice is tentative until it shimmers in the chorus, and though it was made for Ultraviolence, it wouldn’t be out of place on the shining beacon of hope that is Lana’s positive turn, Lust For Life.

Life Is Beautiful

This gorgeous song was intended for Age of Adaline’s trailer, and it’s been years of waiting for the full song to be released. Now we have it, it’s certainly worth the wait. Dreamy and soft, this track is a timeless classic that could underwhelm from it’s gentle feel but works perfectly well as a pure little love song.

On Our Way

Stripped back and with a country twang, Lana doesn’t add fuss and frills to this song, instead just crooning precisely how she feels in the kind of song that keeps you daydreaming for hours. Not even the smattering of her favourite imagery (Chevrolets and K-Mart lip gloss) overshadows the love that’s at the forefront of this track.

Never Let Me Go

Like On Our Way, Never Let Me Go has the country twang and stripped back feel that makes this a more subdued song, her lyrics shining even more. Lana’s additional strings layer this song well and her comparisons to the dangerous couple that is Sid and Nancy gives this track an edge, keeping it from being too frothy.

French Restaurant

A piano ballad, Lana strips back the hurt of Without You and dual dedication of Video Games to sing about how fame matters so little to her while she’s torn between two men. Her voice is beautiful and it does well to be so minimal in its production, her emotion driving the song clearly enough. Especially pretty are the backing vocals of the choruses, echoes of her thoughts that hammer home her broken feelings.

Trash Magic

Lana’s delicate and soft vocals help tie into the Lolita-esque character Lana often plays in her music. It has a similar feel to 1949, dripping with her delicious imagery, and wouldn’t be out of place on AKA Lizzy Grant. Lana is the fragile ‘daddy’s girl’ again in this song, and the sharp yet soothing music in the background sets the tone for a quiet trailer park night.

Us Against The World

Though fairly chilled out, Lana still hooks listeners with her characterisation of waitress by day/stripper by night, a dangerous girl tempting an equally dangerous guy. Lana drips sexiness in this song and though it’s not as exciting as some of her other unreleased pop hits, it is perfect for the Del Rey character.

Your Girl

Much like Caught You Boy, Lana is desperate for a man she can’t have but is instead a complete wreck. Lana just repeats over and over how she wishes she was this man’s girl, practically pleading after describing how she needs to be led off the stage from falling apart. Yet it’s still sultry, still passionate, and is topped off by her honey-like vocal demonstration in the bridge and the chorus.

Roses

Lana is the other woman with a twist – instead of moping about her man (Other Woman, Sad Girl) she is taking action. Fighting against him, not letting him go without making some noise and getting rid of his girlfriend, Lana storms into the song with a vengeful wrath and calls him out for his poor attempts at apologies. When this song first came out, I adored it, since it was the exact kind of strong-girl track I wanted from her with a great hook and all the right Lana-isms. Now, I still get that thrill listening to this song and its kick-ass fuck-you to the man she loves.

Playing Dangerous

The churning drums, the spoken verses and the coy vocals set this song apart from her others. It falls shorter during the choruses, the verses being the best parts of the track, but the way Lana interacts with the listener ultimately and is a more direct character of ‘innocent’ seductress who might actually be downright bad (arson is hinted).

Serene Queen

Lana is unbothered and unruffled, as collected as she is in Put Your Lips Together but this time with a definite Ultraviolence/Honeymoon feel. Lana is unshaken by the blazing guns, instead completely calm with her dangerous lover, questioning why he even has a problem in the first place. As it picks up in the chorus, almost smirking, it becomes one of her finer unreleased songs yet.

Ave Maria

This is just an instrumental but there’s something so beautifully haunting about it. It wouldn’t be out of place in a Hollywood movie, with shades of the Lolita soundtrack instantly coming to mind when it first starts. It even works well without singing, and I hope we get a full version soon.

Puppy Love

From the perspective of a Marilyn Monroe figure, Lana plays the teenage girl wishing for a traditional romance with her lover. It’s ever-so-adorable, harking back to the sweeter parts of the fifties, but there’s a sense of sadness throughout it. Under the surface of the puppy love is the reality that the references to Monroe do not forget her sadness, loneliness and ultimately her overdose. The tone shifts to such an unhappiness in the bridge, directly calling back to Monroe’s phone call shortly before she overdosed, twisting the song to something more melancholic.

Cherry Blossom

The lullaby that grew into the marvellous, completed Cherry Blossom is a lovely tribute to someone small and beloved. Though Lana doesn’t have children yet, the care in her voice and each of her heart-warming compliments and promises is still thoroughly enjoyable – and comforting.

Colour Blue

In a song that reminds me of the love/hate relationship of Norman Fucking Rockwell, Lana takes her time to question why she loves the men that she does and, ultimately, grow from it, beginning to want something different. It’s raw and personal, with a gushing chorus that is complimented fully by the guitar. This song is blue all over, from Lana's opening harmonisation to her abrupt, unhappy ending.

Paradise

This song is, of course, pure paradise. A summery beat, a flippant Lana simply enjoying her lover no matter how long she’ll have him for and her coos of “sick!” and “that’s dope!” make this into a tasty distraction fit for the sunny months. Her casualness in this track is fresh as well as the dance-happy music that she doesn’t often create in her albums.

Meet Me In The Pale Moonlight

Lana is the waitress with a crush in this bop of a track, trying to convince a guy to get with her instead of that “bitch”. Convincing she is, as she uses all of her charm, wit and insistence that there’s no promises behind her intentions to have a good time with him. It’s just a breath of fresh air compared to a lot of her music, not too heavy and perfectly polished. It’s self-assured as much as it is breezy, and calm as it is it’s still a riot to listen to.

Caught You Boy

A dream-esque confession of desire, obsession and pure, crazy love, Lana isn’t outright insane in this track (Kinda Outta Luck, Jealous Girl, Serial Killer) but she hints towards being slightly too attached to her beau and describing herself as an army of one. The song is sweet and flowery but there’s a sadness and danger to it that keeps it from being too sugary.

Fine China

Some of Lana’s best lyrics are in Fine China as she sings of her fractured relationship, unhappy wedding and many beautiful yet easily broken things. It’s a slow, unfussy ballad but her strong voice and stunning lyrics make it so much more than a throwaway unreleased song.

Thunder

What feels like a coming-of-age slow dance song but is ultimately a choir-backed break-up track. Lana’s lyrics are clever and her voice is the perfect complement to The Last Shadow Puppets, this combined work a sure hit that deserves some kind of release and recognition. Lana is frustrated but tender as she leads the song with plenty of presence.

Prom Song Gone Wrong

The fifties feel, the teenage romance, the warm and gorgeous vocals that switch from dreamily longing to a cheeky talk-rap suggest this is a song tied tightly to Puppy Love, except with a more hopeful feel to it. Lana is ready to leave and she wants her lover to come with her, and even if it’s a youthful mistake there’s no mistaking that the love she – and her man – feels is real. It’s a pretty dedication to the kind of head-spinning romance of younger years, though it has an edge to it. Lana’s choruses are desperate, her pleading genuine and the strange way the music builds and collapses right at the end give the illusion all isn’t the sunshine and rainbows Lana sings of – and hopes for.

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[81scorp]

Constructive criticism: Transformers 2

(Originally posted as an editorial on Deviantart Apr 24, 2015. It has not been changed from how I originally wrote it.)

Before I go into Transformers 2 I want to talk about the X-Men and Spider-man movie that came out in the early 2000`s.

Spider-man and X-Men are in my opinion a good start. Not just to the whole "let`s try to make a serious comicbook superhero movie and not turn it into a big, campy, live-action saturday morning cartoon joke" genre, but to their own, respective movie franchises as well.

"What about The Crow and Blade?"

Yes, those were good, serious comicbook movies but they didnt start a big, new wave of good comicbook superhero movies, they were more of a prologue.As I was saying: X-men and Spider-man were a good start for their movie franchises. They weren`t perfect. The filmmakers were a little new to the universe and how to translate it into something more cinematic, but it worked well enough. In the sequels things worked a little better. The directors, writers and actors had gotten more familiar with the characters, the world they lived in and things seemed to work smoother. Not just in how close it was to the material they were adapting but in general. Then they screwed it up in the third movie.This is kinda how I feel about the first Transformers movie. The first one was a good start. It made sense how we in the beginning spent more time with the humans and didn`t get to the Autobots until a little later, and I liked most of the humor.

Though I think it would have been better without the scene where Bumblebee urinates on Agent Simmons. Just saying.

And in hindsight they could have dialed down the male gazing too. But unlike Spider-man and X-men, Transformers decided not to take what it had learned from it`s first experience and see if it could do better. No, instead Michael Bay and friends said: "Why wait for the third movie? Let`s screw it up now!" And so they did, and people still paid money to see it, myself included. Yes, I am ashamed. And yes, I know, the script was written during the writer`s strike and it`s possible that Michael Bay was involved in writing it but, come on! Even if you haven`t read books on script writing you can still see that the dumb decisions that they made were really dumb decisions!

Though in defense of Michael Bay, from what I`ve heard, he wanted to do a personal pet project after Tranformers, but was contractually obligated to do a sequel if it did well enough at the box office. Maybe he knew it was bad and screwed it up on purpose so he wouldn`t have to do more Transformers? That`s just wild speculations from me though. Let us, in my very subjective editorial, see where it went wrong and how it could have been fixed.

SPOILERS in disguise The Male gazing

They could have dialed it down or removed it completely.

Bumblebee

I get why he was mute and talked through soundclips in the first movie, because his voice thingy was damaged  and also so he could be a sympathetic character for the audience. But why didn`t he talk in this movie? His voice came back in the end of the first one. Heaven forbid he actually has any character developement. He could have talked, he just doesn`t have to talk that much. And he could still use soundclips sometimes when he feels it suits the situation. Like: when they`re about to enter a dangerous place he could use the "I´ve got a bad feeling about this" line from Starwars. And then there`s the scene where he cries like a sprinkler when Sam tells him he can`t follow him to college. Yes, I get it, they wanted to have some comedy, but they could have done that better. They could have done it like this: When Sam says to Bumblebee that he can`t come, his reaction could be "Oh... OK, I... I understand." But by the tone of his voice and body language we can tell that this saddens him. And when Sam goes away Bumblebee could play "All by myself" on his radio.

Giving Bumblebee such exaggerated, emotional reactions just makes me feel that Bay only thinks of the Transformers as silly, one dimensional, cartoon characters. Disney characters (in good Disney movies at least), The Transformers in the cartoon and the ponies in My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic have a little bit more depth than Bay`s Transformers.

Covering up the events that happened in the first movie

I can believe that such a thing could happen in the Men In Black universe where they can erase memories and stuff, but in this movie? Instead: the army`s official story to the public could be: "Yes, this battle did happen but now all the giant robots (both the good and the evil ones) have disappeared. We don`t know where yet, but we`re working on it."

Mikaela detailing the motorcycle

Yes, Megan Fox is a physically attractive woman, but that is pretty much it, and this scene is, besides pandering to horny teenage boys, also a big research failure from the filmmakers. That`s not how you detail a motorcycle, it is usually done with more protective clothing. So either:

A: have her detail a motorcycle the correct way, or

B: have her change the oil or look at the engine of a car.

Skids and Mudflap

Sigh... these guys. One stupid, racist caricature wasn`t enough, there had to be TWO. They already had Bumblebee with them on their journey so they only needed one of these guys, it would be less work for the animators and should also make it cheaper. Instead of being a stupid idiot he (since there is only one of them now in this hypothetical example) could be a competent warrior and the comedy could come from that he has gotten a few expressions and a few facts about earth wrong. For instance: when they get to the pyramids he could say: "So this is where Lenin is buried" (Lenin was mummified after his death after all). And here`s a funny exchange of words they could have in one scene:

Skids/Mudflap: Let`s kick some Donkey!

Sam or Mikaela: I think you mean "Ass".

Skids/Mudflap: Meh, Tomayto, Potahto. And instead of being illiterate: he couldn`t read the text because it was ancient cybertronian.

Arcee

There are female autobots in this movie. Not many though and they don`t have much screen time (About 39 seconds, less than a minute, out of the movie`s 2½ hours runningtime. And that includes scenes where they are in their motorbike forms doing nothing.) and one dies near the end. (If I`m not mistaken there were more than one in the beginning of the movie, but I don`t remember seeing the other female autobots in the rest of the movie and I don`t remember if

anything was mentioned about what happened to them.) Arcee appeared in eight episodes in the cartoon  BTW.Arcee should have had more screentime, and she didn`t have to die in the end. Personally I wouldn`t mind if it was she that joined Sam, Mikaela, Bumblebee and Leo on their journey to the pyramids instead of Skids/Mudflap.

Inconsistent laws of physics

A while ago I watched a video where some guy listed things he hated about this movie. One of them was a scene where a helicopter carries Optimus Prime`s lifeless body and drops it on the ground like a giant pile of scrapmetal. He felt that this was Bay being completely disrespectful to the character. Personally I thought Bay just wanted to bring in in a little realism. Prime was heavy and those wires couldn`t keep him up forever. However, earlier in the movie Sam is being thrown around by Decepticons and falls from heights that would have killed an ordinary human. If you`re gonna have realistic (or at least believable) laws of physics in your movie, keep them consistent.

The Big giant fight near the end between the humans and the Decepticons

It went on a bit too long. It could have been shorter and some of that time could have been given to Prime`s battle with the fallen, which was a little too short.

The immature humor

There are a bunch of things that I`d like to collect in one common category.

Sam`s mom running around high on campus: While I`m OK with the scene where she mentions that someone offered her brownies, the scene that comes after where she attacks/tries to get a piggyback ride from someone on the school`s lawn just felt like an unnecessary stretch of that gag. Lose it.

The dogs humping each other: Was not necessary in a 2½ hours long film that cost 200 million $ to make. Lose it.

Wheelie humping Mikaela`s leg: Instead he could have rubbed his head against her leg like a cat, and her reaction could have been flattered, yet weirded out. Or: she could be just weirded out. Or: just lose this joke completely.

Leo running out from the bathroom with his pants down: Instead he could run out (with his pants on) and shout:"I need your help! My friend just fainted in the bathroom!" (Yes, I know, the museum was closed so he`d very likely still get arrested, but still.)

Jetfire: I`m OK with him being old, but does he have to be a caricature? And I`d lose the parachute fart joke.

Devastator`s "balls": Lose it!

Robot heaven

The Autobots are not biological beings but they are sentient so I could buy this, but it was introduced very late in the movie. Instead: Sam doesn`t have a near death experience and the matrix doesn`t have to crumble to dust in his hands earlier in the movie. (Thus shortening the long running time by at least a few minutes.)

-Transformers Dark of the Moon-

My brother rented it on DVD and I gave it a watch. Slightly better than Revenge of the fallen but still not that good. Giant robots was not enough to distract me from the movie`s Bay-isms. Can`t really come up with ideas of how I would have changed it except two things:

Bumblebee`s voice

Like I said, his voice was fixed so why keep the soundclip thing? In the scene where he says Goodbye to Sam he could have done it in his original voice since it was an important moment for at least one of them.

Sam clearly acting suspicious when the watch-decepticon takes over his body

Like when he summersaults over a table for comedic effect. Was that really necessary? He could have acted normally and, at most, only have a few facial tics.

And that`s my list.

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he thinks of doing good (but it’s been a while) 4/7

(Now on Ao3)

Summary:

Most days, Cassian Andor prefers not to remember he is officially married to Jyn Erso, but rumors of the Death Star bring them together again while the Alliance and the Partisans keep an uneasy truce. (Arranged marriage AU with a dash of Victorian-ism later on)

#rebelcaptainweek: Prompt- Nerve(s)

In a vague way, Bohdi recognized that he should be less afraid, but the Partisans’ presence on Jehda had clearly changed in the years since he had left. The city itself had almost become unrecognizable.

Nonetheless, he came from Galen Erso, bearing important information. Galen Erso, who wore an imperial uniform but spoke in the soft unobtrusive way of a man with conviction and intelligence.

Bohdi admired him. He sympathized with him. When he was younger, the Temple of Whills had foretold a great fortune for Bohdi. Galen told him it was more than superstition. The word “Force” had gone out of the lexicon by the time Bohdi was old enough to read the news and Galen didn’t use the word. Instead, he revealed an idea that encompassed all and went beyond language. In fact, Bohdi thought it strained to be reflected outward from inside him.

“Do I know a Bohdi?” Saw asked, as if he had no memory.

“I came from Galen Erso!” Bohdi shouted, wishing Saw would remember. He had already given him the holodisk. “Jyn’s father.”

Saw peered at him. “Jyn? Jyn? My child? My daughter? Why aren’t you with her?”

-=-=

For a woman with a pleasant face and a pleasant accent in the standards of the empire, his Partisan partner had difficulties observing the niceties of society.

The way she talked about the backwardness of the Republic, the necessities for reform of how to maintain a peaceful galaxy, the way she railed against the selfishness of the older houses, eyes luminous and cheeks flushed in the most dimly lit restaurants- she captured attention.

Cassian’s felt his indulgent smile becoming a permanent mask, his thoughts straying to escape routes in the event of aborting the mission.

She would turn and say, sweetly, “What did you think of Colonel Raju’s party and his blue friend?” as if they were a real couple and so what if mid-rank human Imperials at their table now all looked to him, expectant.

Cursing inwardly, Cassian mumbled a reply: quiet, unobtrusive, forgettable. He was a spy. He had orders. They did not include sparkling comments on Raju’s friend that the audience wanted. Someone at the table, however, did have a comment.

The Empire staffed its armies with human men, but it could not erase a few thousand years of infrastructure. Women like Kestrel’s identity still conducted the operations of the government, solved the logistical issues, and placed their favorites into key positions: their sons, brothers, and lovers.

Second-lieutenant Joreth Ward was clearly failing at being a promising candidate despite his wife’s best efforts. No matter, the mission was the deliver the comments, arguments, small-talk, rumors, and gossip that fueled the diplomatic chatter in the Galactic City to the Alliance. Perhaps his Partisan partner did the same, perhaps not. He was learning the shape of her smile at a good meal, a ribald joke; he could not yet know whether any of it was genuine. Or in fact, if she had another objective like he did.  

A week later, Cassian had to move to an old sector in the Galactic city to one of the first designed towers of the Empire.

“For your safety,” their host told them, the strain in his face almost visible. “This is a better place. All the amenities of the Empire.” Something had happened, yet Cassian had received instructions to keep the ruse and the ruse is kept better if his ignorance was genuine.

It seems ridiculous, but Cassian couldn't question the messenger. Kestrel had dropped his arm the moment their host left. Cassian offered to put her jacket to into the closet. Joreth Ward was a polite and reserved man, nonetheless solicitous of his wife.

Then she kicked off her shoes and shucked off whatever clothes she was wearing with the bedroom door half open while Cassian measured the deliberate evenness of his breath until she appeared in front of him, dressed again. Her eyebrow raised as she watched him brushing off the lint. “You can actually hand it to the housekeeping droid.”

Cassian had never used a housekeeping droid before this mission, but had had never been necessary to blend into the personal lives of his targets. It occurred to him to wonder where she came from, how long she had been with the Partisans. Not long, perhaps, but it was impossible to tell whether she was younger or older than him.

The imperial-designed towers were taller than the apartment they had been living. She was standing very far away from the windows. Perhaps she came from a planet where there were monsters in the shadows. Perhaps, she was merely unused to heights.

“Why do you do this?” he asked, as the housekeeping droid traveled to the bedroom and bleeped sadly as it collected the clothes on the floor.

“Unlike you, I wasn’t raised on a backwater planet,” she answered, flippant, as if he hadn’t seen the calluses on her hands beneath the soft gloves she wore, as if she didn’t understand his question.

Cassian used one of his newer practised smiles, meant to be disarming though not quite in the character he was currently playing. He hadn’t had much chance to use it before. She looked at him for a moment, startled, then something like wariness settled around her. It was so strange that Cassian frowned.

He woke in the middle of the night. “Move over,” she said, as if she didn’t have a perfectly good bed of her own. Then, her words warm in his ear while he nudged the safety on his blaster, she said: “My room is bugged.”

He offered to sleep on the floor. Half an hour later, her hand was on his shoulder. “The bed is too soft,” she said, almost tentative.“What’s your name?” she asked.

There were worse discomforts than sleeping with his belt and the sheath of his vibroblade digging into his hip, but how could she know? Cassian wanted to ask, but her face had become familiar to him, and the starlight climbing through the windows seemed to demand some sort of clarity. Truth could give the impression of intimacy. Perhaps she would share what she knew with him. The Alliance needed the info. He gave her his name. At least, a part.

“We need to sleep in the bed sometimes, Jeron,” she whispered. “Or one of us need to have an affair.”

Cassian almost scoffed, but she was right. He could be as unexceptional as he liked, but together they invited scrutiny. Security had been increased since their arrival.

The bed for either of them was not large, but they were not large people. Layers of cloths separated them. Cassian surreptitiously moved the weapons beneath the bed.

From the pillow beside him, she yawned. “Goodnight, Jeron.”

And Cassian had a flash of thought that he had committed some fatal error in judgement. The target would have to be eliminated sometime during the assignment, but suppose she was here to prevent it? She was too unlike the Rebels he had known: too rough, too polished, too young and too old all at once, as if she had never chosen the path of her life, but merely hurtled through space, affected by every gravity. Such people were dangerous. They were informants, traitors, or confused- used by whichever side had them first.

He watched her. He started learning the pattern of her breathing when she was asleep, the expression around her eyes, the accidental brushes of warm unguarded skin. He started to notice the myriad little ways she remembered what his favorite foods were, the ways she knew the side of bed he preferred. She took him to dine with her (their) imperial friends, scouted out offices for secrets. He spent as much time looking at her as he did anyone and listened for the goodnights with his name with something of a feeling of expectation mixed with an uncertainty that he could not name.

And then she kissed him.

They were in the gilded office of the highest ranking Imperial governor of the sector. The palace was a museum. “Is it better or worse if he didn’t mean any of it? That everything just fell into his lap without him actually wanting the reward?” she said, half wondering.

Cassian was looking at the play of muscles on her back visible beneath the gauzy fabric of her gown, melding into the line of her back, and the curve of her hips. He had been feeling progressively drunk without alcohol since the party began. His fingertips tingled to touch the skin within reach and yet not. And she would look back at him with her eyes-

He did not reply.

“What do you think?” she asked again. She turned and caught his gaze, not quite steady on her face. “Oh” she whispered, so softly that he thought he imagined it. Then she smiled and he knew that smile and the knowledge made Cassian still, waiting. She came closer and put her hand on his cheek, feathering gloved thumb over his mouth.

“He’ll suffer for it,” Cassian wet his lip and rasped, his tongue tasting silk.

“Perhaps more because how oblivious he is.” Her eyes flickered past Cassian’s shoulder, then her lips met his.

The heat of it blazed a hot trail down his back. He knew her clothes; knew her movements. He groaned from her mouth upon his again, ached from her hand on his skin, thrumming with anticipation, expectation. There was a danger in the body, the warring that this was not quite correct but also quite necessary somehow. He was already dizzy by the time her hand made its way below his waistband.

“Shh-”

But he couldn’t help it. He wanted to touch her. “Let me,” he said, pleasure between his legs, heat between their bodies, unknown and overwhelming, so sudden the desire threading through all awareness. He needed to know whether she felt the same. He wanted.

She shushed him again.

“See,” she said.

“Yes,” Cassian answered, staring at her flushed face, her swollen lips, felt the weight of her body on him, against him: skin and muscle that makes him forget his own, eyes that penetrated that told him it did not matter. She reached out and caressed his face, her fingertip tracing along the corner of his eyes, his mouth. He turned toward it and kissed her naked palm.

“How reassuring to know the young are still young,” remarked a voice behind her. Her eyes widened, surprised. A dinner companion. The dry and acerbic tone of the wife of the general. “Lt. Ward, glad to see you’re the sort to reserve yourself for what mattered. We had wondered and almost despaired. You have the fortune of a charming wife.”

Cassian froze, but the door closed, the click of the door audible.

His pants were still down by his ankles. The embarrassment faded when she looked up him and smiled, dazzling in its warmth. Cassian couldn’t help smiling back.

“You will come with me, after, right?”

“Anywhere,” Cassian had answered, thinking only of her hand on him, them intertwined in the comfort of a bed, their bed.

He had not yet learned this about himself: that Draven had made him a spy out of what he imagined to be his own failures. Cassian knew, after two months, all the answered that Jyn Erso would want; and that he would continue to lie, even unintentionally, so that his most ardent promises could and would dissipate like smoke.

Third lieutenant ward was a promising officer of the Empire, but Cassian Andor was already the best intelligence officer Alliance had ever seen. His life was the Rebellion’s.

-=-= 

Bohdi had forgotten.

“Bohdi,” Jyn said gently. “You’re the pilot.”

Yes, the pilot. He wanted to be the pilot. He told Jyn that. He was the pilot. He flew. Galen said he was the pilot.

“Jyn,” he remembered, “I met your father.” And he remembered Galen and there was Jyn. And he became confused, as if time had run forward and then backwards and then forwards and then all over again.

“You are alive,” Jyn said, her voice cutting through. “You are with us now.”

“You’ll always be safe on Jehda,” Saw had said. She was the same age as him. Saw wanted a place for a base of operations: he promised protection. Like many of other planets, The Temple of Whills wanted blood ties as show of good faith. They would keep each other safe and there would be no secrets.

Cassian hovered on the edge of his vision. Jyn was standing far away from him.

“Eadu,” he told them.

-=-=

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The Only Jesus They Ever Knew

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The Only Jesus They ever Knew

Many of God's holy people are trying the hardest to get this nation to repent of its sins. Many on social media platforms like, facebook twitter, you tube and others continue asking for prayers for this nation, there is nothing wrong with that, we need to support our nation and our government. Just like them, want to see this nation return to ways guided by a holy law. It would be a wonderful thing to be able to leave my doors open at night without fear of someone breaking in, stealing me out of house and home. In addition; it would be nice not to have to worry about losing my life when I leave home by someone driving drunk or by the hand of a madman engulfed in road rage. We shouldn't have to fear going to the mall to buy a pair of shoes, or go out for a nice meal and worry about getting shot. Instead of all those worries, wouldn't be great to see God's churches to be busting at the seams with folks wanting to know about God. Not being indoctrinated into believing we somehow miraculously developed from green sludge over millions of years through a process called evolution. There is nothing wrong with having a desire for our children to be safe from predatory people that prey on young children. We don't care to have homosexuals and people in authority influencing our children in sick perverted ways. We shouldn't be made to feel guilty not teaching our children to want to crave kinky sex, or desire others for a same sex partners. We want our government to uphold the guarantees of the constitution, giving us freedoms of speech and religion, the right to bare arms. Many aspire to God, not global warming, environmentalism, progressivism, popularism, or any other isms. Most US citizens want these things, and we want our nation to repent from the evil it has embarked upon over the last decade. Sadly, today has become a time of ignorance, not knowing who God is or what repentance truly means. How does one repent of what they think is right? The thief may know he's a thief but all the same, he believes he is justified. Many who steal think they're right in doing so. Many who murder believe they're right in doing so. It's the same with every other commandment of God, they can make themselves believe they are in the right somehow. So, how does one repent when they think they're right? On satellite radio they have the oldies radio programs; the play Suspense theater, green hornet, Molly & McGee, Escape, The great Gildersleeve, Burns & Gracie, and on and on. Recently they've been playing Christmas in July themes and on one of the old series called dragnet. It was a program in 1953, with Jack Webb: titled, The Big little Jesus The story goes: It's Christmas Eve when Father Rojas at the Old Mission Plaza Church in Los Angeles discovers that the statue of the Infant Jesus is stolen from the crib. The statue's worth is only a few dollars, but it is of great sentimental value for the parish. Friday and Smith promise to try to get it back before mass on Christmas Day, but this means that they have less than 24 hours to catch the thief. Sergeant Joe Friday asked why the statue was so important to the people, the priest reply, "it may be only a plaster statue, but its the only Jesus they ever knew. Wouldn't the real Jesus be more important than a two foot figure of  someone's imagination? Is the real Jesus such a mystery people in this nation and around the world today, don't they know who their savior is? Is believing in, going to their churches on Sunday mornings, keeping Easter, and Christmas, doing all their preacher tells them is somehow going to save them? What folks don't truly comprehend, Jesus would sweat on a hot day, get warm by a fire on a cold one. He could become incredibly hungry and exhausted, He laughed, cried and got annoyed same as us. He was also tested, on a daily basis, with the same kinds of temptations and trials common to all mankind. He was a real person, making a real living, feeding His family, buying and selling, earning wages. Our Savior could sing a song if it struck His fancy, admired the beauty of a sunrise or a picturest scene with a mountain lake. Jesus by all accounts wasn't poor, instead grew up in an environment where his earthly father had his own business in construction. He learned His father's trade carried on the family business after the death of Joseph. The man who was the REAL Jesus was looked up to by Roman army officials but was eventually hated and despised by most religious leaders of his time to the point where they wanted him dead! Not only was Jesus the Christ not born anywhere near Christmas he was actually born sometime in the fall of the year. He also most likely owned two homes and paid His fair share of taxes. Many times he stayed overnight in the houses of those who were rich. He was very friendly to those considered  'sinners' like fishermen, soldiers, thieves, politicians, religious folk, even prostitutes. His death was not the result of his heart being broken nor was put on a cross on a day we label "Good Friday" - and that He was not resurrected from the dead on the morning of Easter Sunday. Jesus Christ is also ALIVE and well today! Jesus was a Jew, he kept the Sabbath, the holy days listed in Leviticus23. He obeyed the food laws, the mosaic laws and statues listed in the Torah. The book He most quoted from was Isaiah, not any NT espistles. The world at large doesn't know even these few things that are facts, not suppositions. Most Christians today go by the traditional description of Christ relying on a few verses that seem to give them the license to do evil, believing they're bound for heaven all the while. Their so-called repentance is doing and believing much of the same things that have landed us where we are today. Albert Einstein said the definition of insanity is doing something over and over again and expecting a different result. Christanity is in a loop of insanity. They continue to believe in traditions of men, believeing they're doing God a favor, denying Him at the same instance, expecting to have things change. This would normally be the time I would say, "WAKEUP!" but is the insanity too ingrained into our culture? Is it even possible for most folks to to see another Jesus other than the one they've always known? They want the Jesus they know, no matter how flawed and incorrect he is. The question is, where are you when it comes to Jesus? Do you continue wanting the one you grew up knowing, or do you desire to know the real Jesus?