#'the wrong step would be not to start this exodus'

[cas---2y5]

this song gives me sooooo sam vibes. like especially pre-series where he "hates hunting" and wants away from john and knows there's something wrong with him, can feel it in his bones, but doesn't know what

[njpuckbunny]

Heyy! Could you please do some friends to lovers (smut) with Kirk? Like, mutual pinning but they’re both idiots so the band helps them get together (sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language)

Cuz That’s What Friends Do, Right?

Kirk Hammett x AFAB!Reader (y/n)

a/n: I LITERALLY LOVE U SO MUCH FOR THIS PLEASE THIS IS MY FAV REQUEST EVER. I HOPE U ENJOY IT <33

warnings: mutual pining, p in v, unprotected sex, greasy kirk era , sir kink, dominant!kirk, sub!reader, afab reader, smut, and metallica being a matchmaker

holy shit.

“I have some big news guys,” you began, ready for your band's input on this news, “we’re gonna be opening for Metallica for their new tour.”

A mix of anxious and happy remarks filled the room from the rest of your band.

Your lead guitarist replied to your information with a slightly rude comment, “is this just because you fuck around with Kirk, or did we actually earn it?”

You were seriously taken aback by her comment but replied quickly, “Me and Kirk are nothing but friends, and I'm sure he mentioned us, but we earned this spot. Pack your bags to meet at the bus station.”

Honestly, you were pretty worried about this. Being an all girl-band with yourself as the bassist and lead singer? It wouldn’t be easy to earn the public’s respect. You had been friends with Kirk ever since you stepped foot into highschool. Kirk was off to the side and calm, while you were anxious and trying to leave as soon as possible. You claim it as fate, but Kirk always said you were gonna trip in front of him anytime “cuz of his beauty.” Long story short, you were carrying your books to a new class and were looking down at your schedule when you bumped into Kirk. He helped you pick up your books and you exchanged family phone numbers. You couldn’t count the times when you told your older sister to get off of the phone trying to call her favorite rockstars phony numbers. You and Kirk called hours and hours on end and you honestly just felt like he was your better half.

So when he joined Exodus, you were more than happy to cheer him on to pursue his dreams. You both promised that whoever got more famous first, the other had to open for their band.

Right after Kirk was chosen for Metallica, you started your own band R.O.P.E. You could’ve sworn it stood for something, but you were too high to remember.

But now that you were touring with Metallica? You didn’t know if you could hide it for any longer…. yea about that. Ever since sophomore year started, you had developed a massive crush on Kirk. It wasn’t like it was obvious… was it?

Definitely not. And it didn’t matter cuz he didn’t like you back. End. Of. Story.

But tonight might change how you saw him, maybe you just see him as a friend now. Right?

WRONG

The moment you stepped onto the bus and saw his smile. Ugh, You melted. And it doesn’t mean just inside, you blushed, flushed, you could’ve sworn you developed a fever right there and melted into a puddle of nothing on the ground.

You heard whistling, and your name, and your name again,

“Hey! y/n,” it was kirk, motioning you over to the back of the bus. His leg was over an empty seat, saving it for you, just like he did on the bus home.

Yes. You guys took the same bus. Dumbass Kirk would get off at your house some days (literally everyday) and listen to cds and cassettes with you all evening because he didn’t want to go home.

Sometimes he would fall asleep with you on your bed and you’d wake up with your limbs entangled and Kirk sleeping as heavy as he could.

cuz that’s what friends do? Right?

After what felt like an hour of admiring his features, you moved your way back to the back of the bus and talked with Kirk.

You couldn’t help but notice the way your legs bounced oh so close together. You wanted your legs wrapped around his waist as he—-

“y/n?” “hello??” Kirk exclaimed as he clapped in front of your face.

“Sorry,” you sputtered, “I'm really nervous about tonight.”

He sincerely put his palm over your knee and comfortingly spoke, “you’ve got nothin’ to worry about sweetheart, you’re gonna kill it.”

You muttered a thanks and Kirk gave you a grin, god he was going to be the death of you. To combat your love for Kirk and nerves for the show, you decided to take a nap.

When you awoke, it was basically time for you and your band to get ready for the opening act. You dressed in your signature style and made sure that your instrument matched your clothes. As you turned to check if everything was in place you saw the scar that lined your bicep. When you were at highschool prom, waiting for your ride home, some jerk on the side of the road “accidentally” sliced you with a pocket knife. Just as you were about to fight back, Kirk rode up in his mom’s car and punched the guy right in the face. That was your first scar, and Kirks’ first punch. (that he gave).

In the time you were reminiscing, the time you had to check yourself was up and your band was ready to play the opening act.

As you stepped out onto the stage, you were quickly blinded by the lights and tried to blink away the blots to see the crowd. The microphone feedback whined as you approached it. You spoke loudly into it as you addressed the crowd to play your first song.

time skip to after the opening act!

You hopped off the stage and gave Kirk a pat on the back as he hugged you and told you what an amazing job you did. You thanked him and wished him is own luck before he stopped you.

“y/n I—“ but he was interrupted by the que that he should get on stage, so he just yelled as he was pushed onto the stage, “see me after the show!”

what the fuck?

And Metallica's show? Fucking Outrageous.

The way that Kirk’s fingers slid up and down on the frets as he played the solos and the way his pants rode up his form as he rutted against the guitar.

Your whole mind was flooded with unholy thoughts as the show went on.

You traveled back to the living room behind the stage as you waited for everyone to get off stage. As they piled into the room you individually congratulated all of them for the amazing performance. Until your eyes landed on Kirk….. oh fuckkkk.

You could’ve sworn that your whole body shut down right then and there. Like, how the fuck did he look so hot after playing the most tiring set??? It was seriously bothering you.

James spoke through the thick fog of tension first, “okay, Lars, Cliff, and I are gonna go wash up, see y’all later.”

You heard a click come from outside the door that was previously closed by James, accompanied with outside chuckles.

“What the fuck,” you started, “did they lock us in here?”

Kirk pulled on the door handle and pounded on the door. He nodded and scoffed to himself.

You spoke at the same time,

“Kirk—“

“Y/N—-“

You quickly apologized and let Kirk speak first.

It all came out in one fast blur from his mouth, “Y/n, before the show I wanted to tell you everything you meant to me and I didn’t think you felt like same until James locked—-“

You shut him up by pushing him up against the nearest wall and pressing your lips to his.

“Shut up—“ your remarks got cut off by Kirk picking you up and setting you down on the couch that was pressed against the furthest wall of the room.

He spoke through the silence, “tell me what you want.”

“Please touch me“

“Please what?”

“Sir.”

He nodded in agreement as his fingers trailed down your waist while he got on his knees. He pulled down your pants and threw them across the room while he took off his shirt. He grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders as he looked up at you from your cunt. Agonizingly slow, he placed a finger on your clit, and inserted his tongue into you.

You whined, “kirk— please”

“shhh sweetheart i’ll take care of you.”

sweetheart.

His finger began making circles as his tongue lapped your juices. Your fingers entangled his curls as he worked you up to your climax.

“Kirk I’m gonna—-“

“No,” He pulled off of you and flipped you onto your stomach while taking off his pants and your shirt.

You pleaded again, but he spoke over, “you’ll cum when I tell you to.”

Breaking the dominance he asked you for your comfort, “Do you want this?”

You replied faster than he finished talking, “yes. sir.”

“Good.”

He inserted his cock deep into your cunt, already slick from him eating you out. His thrusts were hard and snapping onto your ass. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as your back arched upon his cock. The new angle was letting him bottom out, only making you feel higher to your climax.

You began to beg, “please sir. I wanna come , so bad. Please.”

“Okay, ready sweetheart,” Kirk answered.

You mumbled an mhm and you both let yourselves go as he fucked out his climax and his thrusts became sloppy. You both panted on the large couch you laid on, smiling at each other.

Kirk broke the silence first, “I love you, that’s what I was going to say before the show.”

He looked at you with puppy eyes and you responded, “I love you too,” as you kissed him on the lips again.

A few moments when by of you two gathering the moments happiness before you heard a knock and James speak, “It’s about time you two fucked.”

[antiradqueer]

Hey tumblr.

It's Luna, or more, someone of us who has no clue who they are right now. We feel like the embodiment of being sick and tired and just so done.

We have been thinking long and hard about what to write in this post or if we even want to make a post like this, but now that we're typing out these words, we don't know why we put it off so long.

We are permanently fucking off from the radqueer discourse. We can't take it anymore and we don't care anymore. We've lost all empathy and sympathy for everyone and everything involved in this shitshow, no matter which side they're on. The reason for this is not that we suddenly are neutral, we are still anti-radqueer, but we are so burned out and just start to dissociate the second we open the tags or see a radqueer post in the wild. We're naturally low empathy to begin with, but now every last ounce of that is completely gone when it comes to this topic, plus we just... don't care anymore. There's the 100th transnazi popping up? I don't care. Another "cisabuser" in the tags? doesn't matter. whatever. We're not a bad person, we are just done. We can't keep on doing this or this will eventually throw us into depression again and that might literally kill us. and I'm not going to let that happen.

when I think about radqueers, I feel so much anger, frustration and sadness - or more, that's what I felt. now all of that is just drowned by a dark cloud of tiredness and nothingness.

so, this is our goodbye. Knowing us, we will probably still roam the tags sometimes and depending who is fronting, some of us might even interact with discourse still, but like, officially, we are gone. (@ mod mew: if you could let us still have access to this account that would be dope af tho!)

I will also use this post to to encourage every anti-radqueer who's fighting tooth and nail to get blogs taken down and people banned, to step back for a minute, take a deep breath and think about if you really want to keep on doing this. we thought this would never take a mental toll on us, yet here we are. I'm not saying what you're doing is wrong, but I'm saying that maybe you could use your energy and will to fight for something else.

let's face it, radqueers will never be an actual threat to society. they are pathetic, sad people, hiding behind their screens, screaming "the future is radqueer!" over and over, but in reality this "movement" will burn to the ground eventually and they will go down with it.

do people get hurt in radqueer spaces? yes, they do and that's horrible (just a note as to how bad it's gotten with us: I write this and logically know that yes, it IS horrible - but I feel absolutely nothing. In all honesty, I currently don't care if people get hurt or not, because I can't care. it's like our brain shut off all emotions regarding this topic to protect ourselves). and I'm not saying you should stop offering them help, but I think you can stop worrying about the radqueers taking over society or whatever. if you feel this taking a toll on your mental health, please put yourself first. protecting your health and your life is always, ALWAYS more important that fighting strangers on the internet.

okay, in case you don't think of us as a total asshole with a heart of stone now and are interested in our plurality- and alterhumanity-focused tumblr life, here's out brand new system blog: @the-exodus-fleet And also our hosts blog: @talks-with-the-void

Take care of yourselves and thanks for every kind word and all the support we've got along the way /gen

PS: if any radqueer reads this and wants to celebrate this as a win or whatever, go ahead. if you need this to feel some joy in your sad, miserable little life, I'm not stopping you.

PPS: I still genuiely hope all radqueers eventually come to their sense and leave this bullshit ideology behind

PPPS: and to all radqueers who hide behind this label to abuse and groom other, I hope you lose all your friends and your family over this. you deserve no happiness.

[banavalope]

Hello, I'm a Homestuck and Good Omens fan and just saw your post about coffee. I came to the Homestuck fandom way late, though, and don't know what the coffee theory was. I was wondering if you'd be willing to share that story from the trenches if it's not too traumatic :)

I'll preface by saying, this all happened near about the time I began to step away from Homestuck, as this was late 2011 to early 2012. My recollection could very well be missing some juicier deets, because I always managed to avoid the worst of it. In all I had a pretty benign time floating about the Homestuck fandom, I'll say that. My knowledge is as a fly's.

If you want the short version: once upon a time, the Homestuck fandom was so stupid it had discourse over the way coffee was drawn in a single panel, because the stylistic choice used to show the way cheap potted coffee has that oil slick sheen on the top Really got the gamerz thinking Gamzee was putting troll blood in the coffee.

The long version is this: this Act was annoying. All the Acts had been annoying, there'd been rather more than six of them so far. The fandom's toxicity was at its most potent, and the main fandom exodus hadn't happened yet. But the stylistic choice brewing on page 4702 of A6I2 suggested a discourse was on the horizon, and it was the size of planet fucking Jupiter.

To understand the affairs of 2011/12 Homestucks, a few things are important to mention: first, nobody enjoyed Act 6. Ask anyone from the tumblr era First Wave, we all agreed that Cascade would have been a better place to start wrapping up the comic as a whole. When Act 6 opened introducing the alpha kids, a whole new plot derivative, and we all realized we'd have to go through the same slog again, that the story wasn't over, the collective exhaustion was palpable. SWATHS left unhappy; worse yet (for some), the alpha kids brought us away from the game of SBURB and the over-aching plot, to instead place our focus on their interpersonal relationships. It was a bad time to take your audience away from a well crafted climax.

Reading it now as a completed work makes this not so bad, because the book is wrote. You can consume it as a finished piece and clearly interpret a through line for yourself, start to finish. Skip it even, if you want. When you've no idea at what time the next update will come, while all the pieces remain necessary to tell the story, any pacing is bad pacing.

Second, while Homestucks are known for many things - all of them cringe - the one that goes overlooked most, in spite of the ripple effect we still feel from it today in every corner, is the sheer amount of over analyzing done to the story itself. Every panel, every inch of every pixel, was a part of a puzzle we all collectively made up. Theorizing was an integral part to the Update Culture era of Homestuck's fandom, that we Figure Out the Story, you had to be the one who predicted what came next. Impressive how none of us came up with some kind of fandom Nobel Peace Prize, for how much we lauded it as a lifetime achievement.

I'll give you, Homestuck does have a very rich narrative. Much of it, I'll favor, is even intentional. It made worldbuilding choices captivating enough to get people painting themselves grey, for fun, so surely it had a few right ideas in some places. And there's nothing wrong about analyzing your media, picking apart its references to tie together a background story, even if it's just one you make up based on how you experienced reading it. That's kind of the whole point of consuming art. It's to be discussed, share your personal conclusions on. Theory is the breath of creativity.

It's the whole part about wanting to be right, where Homestucks as a collective force wanted to start eating each other alive on the spot. We were fucking OBNOXIOUS with theory posting. I'll be honest with you, I really ate that kind of thing up, and even I was getting annoyed. People were beginning to stretch, likely to cope with becoming bored.

Finally, the sober Gamzee controversy. This came about a while before coffeegate, but the effect the inciting update had on Homestucks is comparable to a haunting. It was fucking chernobyl, and a bad day to be a nuclear scientist because now it was your problem. Vriska fans - equally insufferable, as we all were by some respect[1] - and Gamzee fans fought with each other VEHEMENTLY, just to see whos gang was better. Keep that in the background of your mind as the theme music to what's playing. Everyone was anxiously wondering what had happened to Gamzee, because for the last several some-odd panels, we'd lost the boy. He was full of murderous intent, we were down to precious few characters on the meteor left, and we'd lost the boy.

So here we are. It's 2011. We're standing now at the end of the world, we've lost the boy for several panels, and finally the plot is trying to move along. We're all tired, and irritated, and divorced, doing this song and dance one more time but god willing the LAST TIME, when a joke about the look of shitty potted coffee gets made.

And some harbinger of the fucking apocalypse takes to tumblr dot com, drafting up a post about how Gamzee - living in the meteor walls - is putting troll blood into the coffee. Because, otherwise, how is Kanaya as a rainbow drinker doing so fine? Dave called the taste metallic, like blood. Something something long forgotten theories about trolls blood here something something. People would chime in to say "that's just how coffee looks", somehow it dissolved into actual discourse of people violently discussing back and forth how it could ONLY BE BLOOD, because coffee drawn in a prior panel UPDATES AGO didn't have the film on top, only now AFTER SOBER GAMZEE. Etcetera. It was just the worst case of reading too hard into something that you done ever did see.

Shortly following this, many people who were already growing exhausted with Homestuck's narrative direction at this point decided to take this coffee theory as their sign the flood was coming and to board the ark or learn how to swim. Anyone who learned to swim subsequently left during the exodus of 2015.

Again, my memory is pretty hazy. Thanks to Requiem Cafe, surprisingly difficult to google these days. Certainly another old still following me will have something more to add that I'm forgetting, as your handy dandy unreliable narrator.

[1] Said the Eridan fan.

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

It Wasn't Real (But We Were Happy)

First posted: June 6 2018

Focuses on: Tim Drake and the Fam

Favorite bookmark: "I was clutching my face for the last two chapters."

Second favorite bookmark: "Do you want to cry?"

Tier: Top five in hits and subscriptions, top ten in everything else

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above.

This is a multi-chapter series, so this thread will be reblogged with each chapter's thoughts added beneath the cut.

Chapter One

This is one of the rare fics where I can remember exactly what was happening when it sprang into being. Mostly. I was walking home on evening, post-rain, and skirting around puddles while texting with @starknjarvis27. I don't remember what started the conversation but suddenly I was knee-deep in emotions about Tim as The Replacement, Tim as Nanny McPhee ("When you need me but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me but no longer need me, then I have to go."), Tim as Mary Poppins (That's gratitude for you. Didn't even say goodbye?" "No, they didn't.")

I don't think I started writing directly after that, though I may have. I do know I deliberately banked up the chapters and didn't post the first until they were all written. I was worried about losing steam and not finishing. Given how popular this fic is, maybe I should do that more often.

The title is from Dear Evan Hansen (it was 2018, give me a break), from the song "Words Fail," where the main character emotionally confesses the elaborate deception he had built, ensnaring the people he professed to love in a fantasy that he said was for them but really, in the end, was only for himself.

It was said that time was the great equalizer, but Tim didn’t know how that could be true. Time seemed to touch everyone differently, and everyone grappled with it in their own way.

As you've probably noticed, I do this kind of a lot. "It" being both a philosophical beginning and lining up each of the fam and examining what makes them different in certain ways. Both are a good way (for me, the writer, at least) to ease into a fic. Starting is hard.

Dick bobbed in its streams like a vacationer in a tube. He let it carry him along, neither struggling nor straining, but enjoying the ride wherever its path led. Jason floundered, striding through the water until his steps inevitably found the gap of his stolen life. He would lose his footing and plunge under, only to burst above the current with great, heaving breaths and push on determinedly once more.

Again with the water metaphors. I would say I'm sorry but I'm not. I'll also add that this is, of course, Tim's perspective. He's not wrong, but Dick, for example, would likely have a nuanced take of his own relationship with time (that also would not necessarily being objectively right or wrong because perception is subjective, even of ourselves.)

A good many endings surprised him, horrified him, came whistling out at him like fists in the dark. 

I think I use this metaphor more than once in fics. Mentally I tie it to "A Knife in the Dark," the Bree chapter title in The Fellowship of the Ring and later the song title from the Howard Shore soundtrack for the same scene. The whole point is wildly different, but the mental association is there for me, whatcanyado.

But it was only their timing that caught him off guard, never their existence, like turning the crank on a silenced jack-in-the-box. Without the music, he could only guess when the pop and cackle would come, but he knew the lurch in his stomach was inevitable.

My sister was scared of jack-in-the-boxes as a kid/young adult, like Buddy the Elf, so I stole this from her and him.

Alfred would have noticed, had he been around, but timing his exodus to Alfred’s annual sabbatical in England had been Tim’s one act of true cowardice. Alfred would have noticed Tim’s abandonment of the Manor and would have lured him back in with calls or threatening visits from the others or the sheer guilt power of a raised eyebrow.

I think if I were a stronger or braver writer it would have been a good challenge to keep Alfred present rather than shooing him off to England like Superman to space.

No, the hardest task had been quitting the Titans. They didn’t need Tim any more than the Waynes did, but they wanted him. They were his friends. Tim couldn’t see any way to continue with the Titans, however.

Commenters speculated on the Titans showing up. I hope they weren't too disappointed when that didn't happen but I do not know those children at all. And they weren't the point, anyways. The point was Tim and his family.

[bluepeachstudios]

GitS Asks!

Considering in 2003, Donatello was stung because he was protecting Raphael? Yes, Ghost would still be mutated even with Phantom there. I feel like with both Phantom and Ghost around, the kids probably figured it out a lot quicker. They still call each other "Raph/Raphie" and "Don/Donny" without thinking about it, and that's just too many coincidences.

Spirit doesn't hover over them like Ghost does. I mean, he does, but he stays secret for much longer than Ghost does. He's more of the turtles' secret sensei.

Spoilers! From now on I'm not gonna be answering asks that ask for direct spoilers. If you're not sure, go ahead and ask anyway, but if you don't see it, that means it was too spoilery!

Spoilers! But this story arc will be wrapped up before the hiatus. Or at least part of it will be.

s-spoilers--

Normally he's 5'8". He is now 10'9".

Ouuuhhh I've thought about this before. He'd only be 16. He'd be the same age as the other turtles. Ough. Send him back in time to save the Rise kids with Casey. Nah but forreal, he'd probably die before that final battle. He's too stubborn.

Mmmm SAINW in the context of GitS.

This made me laugh hgkdjfh thank you so much

It is indeed enough to cover your next fix. Delivery is on friday. <3

(puts this in the GitS asks anyway) IDK RISE SPLINTER ALSO SEEMS FINE GALAVANTING AROUND MOSTLY NAKED??? At least he wears underpants.

Personally I have the headcanon (and thus in GitS) Splinter tried to get them to wear clothes but they kept pulling them off, so Splinter gave up. It's like trying to keep four cats in a basket.

Yup! :)

SAINW would happen differently, I think, but I truly believe that SAINW happened because they were too busy looking for their brother when Shredder took off using the rocket. I believe that 03 Don seeing SAINW warned him to look deeper into what Shredder was doing, and therefore he found the rocket that they boarded during Exodus. It was the only way he would be convinced to kill his own family in order to stop that apocalypse world from happening.

So basically, yes, the apocalypse world still happens, just in different ways.

Losing Donny means they have no access to technology as good as they used to. Remember, at 15 Donatello could hold his own against Baxter Stockman, a genius adult man. The turtles have April, and she's very good, but she's also an adult woman and Donatello WAS 15. Don's mediator personality also helps. Mikey couldn't keep that up.

Losing Leo means they have no leader. Raph probably steps up, but he's reckless, he doesn't know how to think right, he doesn't trust himself to be leader. He makes mistakes. He has to learn from them. They all miss Leo.

Mikey going missing I think has the biggest impact on them. He makes jokes during dark times, keeps their spirit up, cheers them up all the time, always looking to make them laugh. They lost their sunshine and they're plunged into darkness. They don't hold back as much. Donnie's mellowness doesn't balance out Raph's rage or Leo's depression.

Losing Raph hits them all very hard. He's their protector. He takes the heavy hits. Leo trusts Raph to have his back more than anyone else. Raph second-guesses him when he believes he's wrong, makes Leo think more critically. I think Leo starts getting too caught up in his own head. He starts taking on some of Raph's traits. He gets overprotect of his family, he gets angry easier. He's so tired.

Some things are ingrained.

Splinter dismisses his own emotions and tries to bury them deep and never take them seriously, so he does the same with his own boys. It helped him, right? So they would okay, right??? Ghost is the opposite. He's the one that bottles up his emotions and hates himself for it, so he tried to teach his kids how not to be like that.

the rest are spoilers <3

Dang if that ain't the mood idk what is. Part One will be over soon! Unlike Twilight the parts are probably just going to get shorter instead of longer. fhgkdgf

GitS Hiatus will be starting after chapter 31 is posted on July 14th! I have no idea how long it'll be. I'm gonna try and build up a backlock so I can post regularly like I did with Part 1.

Spoilers!

My thoughts about the movie are deep and endless and I'm... so excited to get to it...

[steppingstonesuniverseguide]

One More Step Out of the Pit: Chapter 7/26

Summary: It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he'd been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do.

He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay.

It'd have to be okay.

AO3 Link (See AO3 for Warnings.)

(This story is finished and has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I'm posting it on Tumblr so it's somewhere else too (considering the day AO3 was down a bit ago). The author notes will all be kept as well. If you are following the blog and don't want to see these posts, block the tag #backlog.)

The door to the receiving room slammed shut behind Wilbur to Techno’s shock. What had just happened? Wilbur had seemed way too enthusiastic about having Tommy as a prisoner not 5 minutes ago. Enough so that Phil basically had Techno on babysitting duty. Yet then he’d up and left only on the first step of making sure hostages weren’t dangerous.

Well, Techno guessed he was the one doing this now. He turned back to the other occupant of the room who had been watching Wilbur’s sudden exodus with surprised eyes. He squinted at the newly revealed face. “What are you?” he asked. “12?”

His eyes snapped to Techno and he immediately bristled. “I’m 24,” he claimed with a rather ferocious glare considering the evidence that he’d recently snotted all over his own face still remained.

Now, Techno wasn’t particularly good at decerning ages, both in physical and mental development, but still… “I’m 24.”

Tommy seemed taken aback by this information. “You are?”

Techno folded his arms over his chest. “Yeah.”

“Dude, I thought you were, like, 40. The fuck?”

Techno shrugged. “I’ve heard that before,” he replied mildly.

“But then…” Tommy was frowning, and Techno saw his fingers move at his side as he mouthed some numbers. “That would mean you slaughtered the Carbon Squad at 12.”

Well, actually, he didn’t think he managed to get any of kills on the team of 6 heroes himself, though it was all kind of a blur. Most of the killing had definitely been Will though. He’d been… a bit righteously infuriated. Still, the technicalities didn’t matter. Techno had definitely killed more than that at a younger age on his own power and not. “They shouldn’t have kidnapped my friend,” he replied.

“But 12?” he asked. “Don’t get me wrong. I was also a badass at 12… 10 years ago, but Jesus man.”

Techno hummed noncommittally, mind starting to drift from the conversation to what he was supposed to be doing. He wasn’t usually the one to do this step. It was usually Phil and on occasion Will, but today they’d apparently both abandoned him to social interaction.

“Er, so,” Techno said. “I need to check you for weapons now.”

“Don’t have any.”

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to take your word on that.”

Tommy frowned at him. The space between his nose and mouth was a bit red, Technoblade noticed, and his lower lip was actually bleeding from where it looked like he’d chomped down on it. “Do you, uh, need a tissue?”

He reached up to touch his own face and grimaced at the mess there. “Uh, yeah, maybe,” he replied.

“I… don’t actually have one.” There was an awkward pause. “But, uh, I can find you something.” He quickly walked to the cabinet where they stored things for hostages to change into and pulled out a shirt. “Here,” he said handing it over. Tommy stared at it for a moment, but then shrugged and started mopping up his face with it. “I guess, er, I’m going to touch you now,” he said. God this was awkward. He tensed at basically every brush of Techno’s hand, flinching a couple of times and hiding his face in the t-shirt tissue. As promised, Techno didn’t find any weapons on him.

“You should probably stop biting your lip like that,” Techno said, noting a bit of fresh blood on his face after finishing.

“I do what I want,” he said.

“…Suit yourself.” He returned to the cabinet and grabbed another white t-shirt as well as a pair of light grey sweatpants. “Here,” he said, holding the outfit out. “Change.”

Tommy’s eyes shot to the fabric. He looked up at Techno, mouth set in a line. “No,” he said.

“No?” Techno asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I agreed to let you take me captive, not to cooperate once I got here,” Tommy said despite the fact that he had pretty much cooperated up until this point and he had absolutely no clear reason to choose this hill to die on. Almost as an afterthought he added, “Bitch.”

“You’re currently in a power neutralizing cuff locked in a room with me in a building you don’t know the location of,” Techno pointed out.

He just squared his jaw and glared haughtily.

“The way I see it, you have two options,” Techno told him, “and I’m being nice by letting you choose.”

“Yeah, and does one involve shanking a bitch,” he snarled with a ferocity that honestly impressed Techno on the inside. On the outside, he blankly stared at him until he saw a bit of the fire die in his eyes, consumed by nervousness.

Techno held up a finger and without comment on the empty threat, spoke. “One: you listen to me and change into this on your own power right now.” Another finger joined the first. “Two: I take you to the ground and put these clothes on you myself like you’re a misbehaving toddler.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try, asshole,” he snapped.

Techno watched him for a moment. “Is that your final answer?” he asked lightly shifting just slightly forward without actually taking a step to close the gap between them.

The threat seemed to actually register then, his eyes going a bit wide as he curled his arms around his middle protectively. Techno waited as he swallowed the pill that was his own helplessness, eyes flickering between fear, pain, and humiliation before hardening again. “Fine,” he bit out. “Hand me the stupid ugly ass clothes.”

Techno offered them and he practically ripped them out of his hands.

“Do I get privacy?” he snapped.

Techno nodded towards a curtain they’d set up for that purpose. “You can use that.”

“Thanks,” the boy said. Techno was pretty sure he added on a “motherfucker” there at the end, but he didn’t comment. He was doing as asked at least, so Techno wasn’t going to complain.

He leaned back against the wall near the door. His posture was casual, but it served the purpose of making sure Tommy wouldn’t find some way to slip out the only exit. He did tend to be very slippery.

Techno could see his feet and the bottom of his calves shifting around as he toed off his shoes. He waited… and waited… and waited until he started to get a bit impatient.

“Will you hurry it up?” he finally said.

The feet went still for a moment before the boy was spitting back at him. “It’s complicated to get off, alright.”

“It’s a supersuit,” Techno drawled. “Not a Victorian Era ball gown.”

“Just fuck off and give me a minute.”

“Fine,” Techno said. “60, 59…”

The boy cursed. “Bastard, you fucking bastard.” He did seem to be hurrying it up based on how his feet kind of pranced around behind the curtain, so Techno kept up his counting.

At 45 he heard fabric rip. “Did you just rip something?”

“I told you it’s hard to get off alone and now I’m on a time crunch apparently!”

“Do you need help?” Techno asked.

“No! Fuck off!”

“Suit yourself.” He either did not notice or did not appreciate the pun.

Techno did not continue counting, but Tommy still scurried out from behind the curtain rather quickly after that. Techno squinted at the person who stepped out into view. Techno had far overestimated the needed size for the t-shirt and sweats. He was tall, yes, but he was also a toothpick and the outfit hung off of him. If Techno had thought he’d looked young when he saw his face, it was nothing compared to how young he looked now while drowning in the white and grey outfit like he was an 8-year-old using his father’s shirt for a nightgown. Now, Techno knew he had to be at least 20 considering he couldn’t have signed up for The Guild until he was an adult, would have needed at least a year of training before being put on the field, and had been on active duty for at least a year, but he certainly didn’t look it.

“What’re you staring at Bitchblade?” he asked, voice cutting like a knife. Techno trailed his eyes up to his face. Somehow the deep bags under his eyes had gotten even deeper in the last few minutes and he looked paler, though maybe that was just due to the white shirt. Despite the sharpness of his words, it was obvious he was exhausted by this point. Now he was just putting on a show.

Techno removed himself for the wall. “C’mon,” he said gruffly, turning to open the door. He saw Tommy shift out of his peripheral, even taking a step closer. “Don’t,” he warned darkly. The figure froze at his tone. Techno reached back and grabbed his shoulder, yanking him forward. He came with a stumble and Techno lightened his touch a bit at the obviously very involuntary whimper that passed his lips, but otherwise chose to respect the kid enough not to mention it.

He guided him to the door that led to the main part of the underground compound and stopped. He pulled a piece of cloth out of his pocket. “I’m going to blindfold you now.”

The boy’s eyes shot to his, startled. “Why?” he asked, just a bit of panic coloring his tone.

“You’re a flight risk,” Techno explained. “If you do manage to escape, we don’t want to give you a head start knowing where you are in the compound.”

He looked at the blindfold and then at Techno. Techno sighed internally. This was going to be a fight, wasn’t it? “No.”

Techno’s grip tightened minutely on his shoulder and he flinched disproportionally hard in reaction. “Yes,” Techno said firmly.

He still did not seem like he was going to acquiesce, glaring at Techno defiantly.

“The other option is a bag over your head.”

Tommy’s hands fisted at his side, but then he looked down with a slight nod. Techno quickly wrapped the strip of fabric around his head and secured it with a knot. Only then did he type in the passcode to let them into the rest of the compound.

The holding cell was a bit of a walk for obvious reasons, and they didn’t really talk the entire way. About 1/3rd of the way there, Techno noticed the kid starting to shake as though cold despite the fact that the hallway didn’t seem particularly cool. What was… probably happening didn’t occur to him until he noticed the boy’s breath hitch just slightly about a minute later.

Oh god. He was crying. He was crying, wasn’t he? Or dying. Techno hoped it was actually that he was dying. He felt far more equipped for handing that. His breathing started to come a touch faster and he was clearly trying to keep it together, which made it worse because that meant it was real and not him trying to garner sympathy.

It felt like eons before they made it to the cell, Techno trying awkwardly to pretend like he didn’t know Tommy was crying under the blindfold. He swiftly typed in the cell password and led him inside the mostly white room.

“You can take the blindfold off,” he said. He pointedly ignored the red eyes that were revealed by him taking it off, in fact, he mostly avoided looking at him altogether. “So, uh,” Techno floundered for what to say. “This is where you’re staying, uh, bed,” he gestured to the bed as though the boy wouldn’t know what one looked like. “Chairs. If you need something there’s a button on the wall here you can press. Someone will usually be in the next room while you’re here, but even if we’re not, we’ll still get an alert. Er… there’s a faucet and paper cups over there. Don’t try to tear it off and use it as a weapon. We know to look for it, and it’ll just make everyone’s life more difficult. Uh, we’ll feed you. That’s… about it.”

Tommy looked around the mostly empty white room with skeptical eyes and then back towards Technoblade. “Where’s the supervillain creepy dungeon?”

“We don’t have one of those.”

His eyes trailed back to the room. “This feels more like a creepy evil doctor’s observation room,” he said studying the obvious two-way mirror on one wall. “When’s the dissection?”

That read like it was meant to be a joke, but Technoblade wasn’t sure how to respond with how he was wrapping his arms around his middle protectively. Tommy didn’t bother waiting for a response anyway, turning from Techno to go deeper into the room.

“Uh,” Techno said. “Button,” he reminded, pointing.

He fled the room then, but didn’t leave him quite yet. Instead, he walked a few feet to the door of the observation room. Tommy was already out of sight by the time he made it to the one-way mirror, but there was a lump still moving slightly under the covers of the bed.

Technoblade took out his phone and opened up his message history with Phil. ‘He looks 10. Wilbur fucked off saying he had a headache. Now he is hiding under the covers in the bed. He is probably crying. Help.’

Techno sent the message and looked at the now mostly still blob on the bed, very much hoping Phil was done with his phone call and would be here soon.

Author Note:

Technoblade: Father hlp. Big brother abandoned me and now there are feelings. Pls, Father.

I'm really excited about the next chapter! :D

...

(Me? Make most of the things in the room and Tommy's clothes white for dramatics? Nah. What would be dramatic spilled on white sheets and white clothes and a white floor...?)

[gerogerigaogaigar]

My Bloody Valentine - Loveless

The process of recording this album was insane. They went through nineteen producers before Kevin Shields decided to produce it himself. Bilinda Butcher was apparently woken up in the middle of the night to do vocal takes so she would sound authentically tired. And the band just kept on spending money they didn't have and tormenting themselves and everyone around them until Loveless was finished. The result is the definitive shoegaze album. There are so many layers of guitar fuzz, hazy vocals, looping dreamlike noise. It is nearly impossible to discern even a single lyric. Loveless feels like falling asleep. Its a symphony of euphoric noise. A broken refrigerator lullabye. Perfect in every way. Every shoegaze band owes something to this album.

Neil Young - Harvest

The most overrated Neil Young album. I don't want commercially viable Neil Young I want angry depressed counterculture Neil Young. This is just soft rock. Really, really good soft rock don't get me wrong. Still it mostly lacks the punch of his rawer albums.

Bob Marley And The Wailers - Exodus

Bob Marley's magnum opus and probably the greatest reggae album. Exodus leans hard in two directions. The first half is made up of intense songs with religious metaphor regarding Marley's personal exile from Jamaica after an assassination attempt. The second half features beautiful songs about redemption and love for his home in Jamaica. It makes for a much more varied tone than most reggae albums and the title track might be the most intense song in the whole genre. Meanwhile Three Little Birds might be the most pure and wholesome song about loving your hometown that has ever been written.

N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton

Massive historic turning points are rarely as obvious as N.W.A's Straight Outta Compton. This group featured rappers MC Ren, Eazy E, Ice Cube, and Dr. Dre back when they were still teens. And there is a specific blend of styles that requires a closer look to understand the significance of. Way back in the 1980s hip hop groups were no stranger to politically minded lyricism or teenage antics. But most teenagery stuff was more party oriented and less violent, and the political stuff was more mature and eloquent. N.W.A talk about their political situation, but in a way that promotes violent teen bravado. They are more visceral but also more personal. There's something about living out a cop killing fantasy rather than having an intellectual discussion about it that is a much needed release. This is the start of hip hop's kayfabe era. Of course none of this qould have mattered if Dre, E, Ren, and Cube weren't also incredibly talented rappers. And the beats provided by DJ Yella, Arabian Prince, and Dre are perfectly punchy. They combine the funk traditions of 80s hip hop with a more aggressive sound that makes N.W.A stand out even more.

Alanis Morisette - Jagged Little Pill

Every time I listen to this album I find myself liking it a little bit more than last time. I wouldn't call it a top 100 albums masterpiece but it is good. Alanis Morisette sings as if she's experiencing each emotion for the first time. This is her greatest strength because it takes a standard love song like Head Over Heels into weirdly feral territory, and it turns You Oughta Know from a breakup song to a good excuse to get a restraining order. I feel like she is teally only a few steps away from making metal music and I would like the album even better if it did take those last couple steps.

[petertingle-yipyip]

so I was just listening to Marjorie by Taylor swift(my first mistake really) but then exodus crossed my thoughts for some reason and now i can't help but wonder that when she got out of the Red Room if she looked for her parents/family like idk if she would but if she did I'm just curious to what she found anyway this is just me and my random thought of today!

she looked for her parents when she got out, yeah. she remembered the stories Melina used to tell her when they were in Ohio, about how Ex’s parents used to take her to all these different cities. so she gets out and has no idea how to start a life of her own but the first thing she thinks is her parents. but this is what happened when she finally found them.

“Hi.” She said awkwardly, unsure of if she had gotten to the right place.

But when she really looked at the man who opened the door, she knew she was right. He had the same shape eyes she did. Their noses curved the same, even their eyebrows had the same shape.

That was her father.

“Who are you?” He asked, clearly uncomfortable.

Her powers seemed to throb as she stood on the front steps. Her mind was buzzing, practically begging for her clear away the thick building tension, but she couldn’t bring herself to use it. She forced herself to swallow that lump in her throat and set her shoulders. She reminded herself that she wasn’t a scared, lonely kid in an unfamiliar place. She was grown now, strong and unbeatable. She could face this.

“I’m looking for Marina and Rafael.” She confessed, though something like dread settled heavy in the pit of her stomach. “I’m their daughter.”

“Rafael?” His brows furrowed. “I haven’t used that name since...” His eyes turned distant as he lost himself in some sorrowful memory. “It doesn’t matter. Marina is dead, as is her daughter.”

“No, I-” She tried but a small boy, no more than eight years old, came running to the door.

That was what she dreaded. It all clicked in her head when she saw the boy, the spitting image of the man in front of her, save for the shape of his chin and ears. Those must’ve come from his mother. He was missing his two front bottom teeth and one of his top front teeth were replaced with a gleaming silver replica.

Her father had a new family. And her mother was dead.

“I must have the wrong place.” She said with a tight but polite smile. “I’m sorry.”

She turned to leave as the tears began burning her eyes.

No.

No, she would not cry. She reminded herself that her father, that Rafael had given her up. He was the one tired of running. Her mother, as far as Melina had told her, was willing to run to any corner of the earth to keep her precious baby girl safe. But that devotion to her daughter is likely what killed her.

“Alexa, wait.” Rafael called from behind her.

“Who?” She turned over her shoulder but kept her body turned away.

“You. Your mother named you Alexa.”

“My mother is dead... As is my father, apparently. Seems like Alexa died with them.”

[steveezekiel]

A FRESH START

"BEHOLD, I WILL DO A NEW THING, Now it shall spring forth; Shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness And rivers in the desert."

Isaiah 43:19 (NKJV)

* If there is a need to stop what you are doing and start all over again, I will enjoin or admonish you to do it.

- God can stop a thing and start afresh or all over again (Exodus 32:10; Numbers 14:12).

- If God started a thing and is not going the way He wanted it, or the thing you are instructed to do is not being done the way He had projected it; He would not hesitate to stop or scatter it, and start afresh or all over again (Genesis 6:7,8; 9:1).

- If what you are doing is dragging and had become a burden, you might need to consider stopping It and get back to God in order to know or receive a clear mandate or instruction from Him.

- Consider this, having a Time to mend your net. It will make it easier for you in getting better results because being able to catch more fish requires the mending, thus, you would need to pay attention to your net (Matthew 4:21).

- To avoid toiling and dissipation of energy, you have to do the needful—put things in order to be able to produce maximally.

* Consequently, If you are being nudged or urged to make a U turn or stop and start all over again or afresh, on whatever you are doing; please do not hesitate to do that.

- God can stop or permit to be scattered or destroyed, in order to start afresh again; especially If what He projected is not materializing or becoming a reality.

- If what God saw before starting a thing is not transpiring, He would have no choice or option than to stop and start afresh or all over again.

- What God had in mind is what He gave as a vision to whoever He wanted to use for a particular Assignment: "... JUST AS MOSES WAS WARNED BY GOD WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO ERECT THE TABERNACLE; FOR, “SEE,” HE SAYS, “THAT YOU MAKE ALL THINGS ACCORDING TO THE PATTERN WHICH WAS SHOWN YOU ON THE MOUNTAIN” (Hebrews 8:5 — New American Standard Bible).

- If the person assigned started and still not building according to what God had in mind before assigning the person, He would not hesitate to stop the him or her and the work. God does such a thing that the sent one or the assignee might come back to Him and receive a clear direction.

* Whatever is called a vision, was primarily a burden in God's mind, before He conveyed it to whoever; a person, a believer, who shares His view on it.

- To the person given the assignment, It was a vision, but initially a Burden in God's heart or mind.

- If whatever someone is building does not correlate or agree or sync with what God had in mind before given the vision to the person, the believer, such a person and the work would be stopped and called to order, and be redirected to the right path.

- This changing of a course or direction is usually challenging—a difficult phase in the life of a minister whom God is demanding to do it. Some who could not get it right are out of the ministry work because of it.

- In addition, do not be afraid of starting all over again. It is better to be on the right path, having God walking with you, than to be on a wrong path where you are on your own, without God's backing.

- It takes humility or meekness to accept that you are wrong, that you have not been on the right path, but If you did accept your mistake and cooperate with God to direct and lead in a right path, the latter end would be great and glorious—would be fulfilling: "HE LEADS HUMBLE PEOPLE TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT, AND HE TEACHES THEM HIS WAY" (Psalm 25:9 GOD’S WORD Translation).

* You will not fail in Jesus' name.

- Should there be any ailment in your body, I declare your healing now in the mighty name of Jesus Christ.

- Whatever is not planted by God, working against your health, is rooted out completely in the mighty name of Jesus Christ.

Peace!

STEPS TO SALVATION

* Take notice of this:

IF you are yet to take the step of salvation, that is, yet to be born-again, do it now, tomorrow might be too late (2 Corinthians 6:1,2; Hebrews 3:7,8,15).

a. Acknowledge that you are a sinner and confess your Sins (1 John 1:9); And ask Jesus Christ to come into your life (Revelation 3:20).

b. Confess that you believe in your heart that Jesus Christ is Lord, and that you confess it with your mouth, Thus, you accept Him As your Lord and Saviour (Romans 10:9,10).

c. Ask that He will write your name in the Book of Life (Philippians 4:3; Revelation 3:8).

- If you took the steps As highlighted above, It means you are saved—born-again. Join a Word based church in your area and Town or city, and be part of whatever they are doing there. Peace!

[ducksbellorum]

et focis (listen/download)

a chbolc mix - part two - arranged by ducksbellorum

welcome to the party - diplo We on fire Ride up to the party, Ride up to the party Ayy, live it up

this year - the mountain goats There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year I am going to make it through this year if it kills me

is he worthy - chris tomlin Is He worthy? Is He worthy Of all blessing and honor and glory? Is He worthy of this? He is

not a pretty girl - ani difranco And I have earned my disillusionment I have been working all of my life And I am a patriot I have been fighting the good fight

happy - pharrell williams Well, I should probably warn ya, I'll be just fine No offense to you, don’t waste your time, here's why

wilson (expensive mistakes) - fall out boy And when I say I'm sorry I'm late I wasn't showing up at all I really mean I didn't plan on showing up at all

you say - lauren daigle The only thing that matters now is everything You think of me In You, I find my worth, in You, I find my identity

hollaback girl - gwen stefani So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out

big houses - squalloscope We follow our own steps, while our shadows keep watching us The wrong step would be not to start this exodus

blessings - big sean I'm here for a good time, not a long time, you know I haven't had a good time in a long time, you know

the sound of silence - simon and garfunkel And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls And whispered in the sound of silence"

a thousand miles - vanessa carlton It's always times like these when I think of you And I wonder if you ever think of me

chant ii - hadestown Oh, he said he’d shelter us He said he’d harbor me He said we’d soldier on And then the war would bring us peace

youth of the nation - p.o.d. There's gotta be more to life than this There's gotta be more to everything I thought exists We are, we are, the youth of the nation

eastbound and down - jerry reed We gonna do what they say can't be done We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there

toes - zac brown band I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand

fix you - coldplay And I will try to fix you Tears stream down your face When you lose somethin' you cannot replace

stay alive (reprise) - hamilton I know, I know. Shh I know, I know Shh. I know you did Ev’rything just right

there’s a fine fine line - avenue q You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime There's a fine, fine line between love And a waste of time

the star spangled banner Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto—"In God is our Trust;" ⁠And the star-spangled Banner in triumph shall wave, O'er the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.

[dawnbreak-daily]

Suddenly remembered this song and… Man… This fits Polaris to a tee.

From the beginning:

“Prayer is the bell jar you put over this goodbye

I'd rather leave this embrace between you and I”

To the end:

“We follow our own steps, while our shadows keep watching us

The wrong step would be not to start this exodus”

Like, fuck.

[ancestorsofjudah]

1 Kings 12: 6-11. "The Little Finger."

For Three Days, Rehoboam, "all-encompassing" contemplates the question of more relaxed laws, lower taxes, chilling things out a little. He returns undecided. Rather than render a decision either from experience or policy research, he consults the people. This is always a mistake.

If we follow the four steps Jesus outlined in the Parable of the Talents or use Chabad, and do policy research in the Torah, then there is no need to listen to the gobble gobble of the competing voices of the old versus the new.

A talent is 361, ג‎וא‎, soar, from sarar, to "turn away from the wrong course."

Two talents=1406, אדאֶפֶסו‎ , adapeso, "advance, open the eyes and look inside."

The adverb εσο (eso), meaning in, into or within; the reverse of εξο (exo), meaning out. In several places this word forms the phrase "within-man" (ROMANS 7:22, EPHESIANS 3:16) which is traditionally interpreted to refer to the inner state of someone; one's most intimate thoughts.

Five talents= 1076, אאֶפֶסזו‎‎, apsezu, "To open the eyes and chisel the rock" also, "reverse engineer the problem."

Ten Talents= 501, האֶפֶסא, The Ephesus, "the New Town in back of this one."

Rehoboam's decision, by whatever means he follows is scandalous:

6 Then King Rehoboam consulted the elders who had served his father Solomon during his lifetime. “How would you advise me to answer these people?” he asked.

7 They replied, “If today you will be a servant to these people and serve them and give them a favorable answer, they will always be your servants.”

8 But Rehoboam rejected the advice the elders gave him and consulted the young men who had grown up with him and were serving him. 

9 He asked them, “What is your advice? How should we answer these people who say to me, ‘Lighten the yoke your father put on us’?”

10 The young men who had grown up with him replied, “These people have said to you, ‘Your father put a heavy yoke on us, but make our yoke lighter.’ Now tell them, ‘My little finger is thicker than my father’s waist. 

11 My father laid on you a heavy yoke; I will make it even heavier. My father scourged you with whips; I will scourge you with scorpions.’”

The young studs tell him size matters, and Rehoboam informs the people they were obviously not paying attention to their daily disciplines, and now even more discipline, that of the Scorpion is recommended.

"The scorpion does not represent only negative coldness. It also represents positive level-headedness – a messianic characteristic important for the rectification of the entire world."

Every person and nation goes through a phase or a regime change and enters it with the perception the rules can now be changed. This is false.

An analysis of what is working and what is not is entirely different from the arbitrary and sinny things we want to try because the chance to do so has been presented. Judaism says the opposite- what is steadfast about the traditions, the Decrees, the Ark, the Flight from Egpyt, etc. we know for a fact protect society from corruption and transgressive leadership.

If the polity starts asking for relaxed standards towards men of ill repute, a lighter yoke so to speak, the entire kingdom and all of its wealth and accomplishments can contract and disappear.

Rehoboam, which stems from rahab, decides to avoid trouble, and protect what is his. The verb רחב (rahab) means to be or become large or wide — mostly of territory but also of fame, abilities, courage, trouble and so on.

The Gematria regarding Ray's little finger, is 9014, טאֶפֶסא‎ד‎, tapesad, "to wander about the abundance of aimless ones, use one's voice, and cause to perceive."

The verb תעה (ta'a) means to wander about and is used to describe the unsteady gait of drunkards (Job 12:25, Isaiah 28:7), of sheep or cattle without a herder (Exodus 23:4, Jeremiah 50:6), of homeless people (Genesis 21:14), and of foolish people (Ezekiel 44:10).

The masculine noun פס (pas), often thought to denote the flat of the hand or foot. In the Bible this noun is only used in conjuncture with a garment (Joseph's tunic - Genesis 37:3, or Tamar's robe - 2 Samuel 13:18), which is then assumed to have reached to the hand palms and the foot soles.

Modern translations appear to interpret the spreading conveyed by this verb not so much in the spatial sense but rather in the way it looked; NAS figures that Joseph's tunic was "varicolored," and NIV has "richly ornamented". This may make perfect sense in view of this root's other derivative.

The verb αδω (ado) means to sing, chant or recite: to sound the voice. It's a contraction of the verb αειδω (aeido), which in the classics could apply to the human voice but also to that of crowing or hooting birds, croaking frogs, the whistling wind and even objects such as a twanging bow string or a ringing rock when struck.

The pedigree of this verb is unclear, although it's generally thought to relate to αυδη (aude), voice or speech, which in turn appears to relate to the Sanskrit noun vada, speech.

These words' similarity to the familiar Latin audio, which ultimately stems from the Proto-Indo-European root "au-", to perceive, appears to be accidental.

[pseudomonaslisa]

Big Houses - Squalloscope

Prayer is the bell jar you put over this goodbye I'd rather leave this embrace between you and I Let's lock out the bearded old man in the nightgown He can tap against the glass, but I'm not coming out I build bridges with these arms, I will not build a fortress In the circle around the kitchen table, I say my Amen because I feel blessed Secretly hoping while joining hands that you can't feel my trembling fingertips If I sign this piece of paper do I sell my soul along with my duties? And we won't put our money where your Catholic mouth is Even though the teeth are long gone, there's still bone beneath the gums And there's a lot of potential in a mighty, mighty organ And they told us not to clap and we clap as loud as we can Because the reverb in those holy halls is like a long lost friend It keeps hitting the walls and comes all the way back, back again Back, back again Back, back again I want trees instead of gravestones, nothing to confess I got a soft spot for your ancient books of horror stories I got a music in my ear from long, long ago and far, far away And I still hum its tune, but how could I believe every word it says to me?

We follow our own steps, while our shadows keep watching us We follow the wrong steps, while our shadows keep watching us We follow our own steps, while our shadows keep watching us We follow the wrong steps, while our shadows keep watching us We follow our own steps, while our shadows keep watching us We follow our own steps, while our shadows keep watching us We follow our own steps, while our shadows keep watching us The wrong step would be not to start this exodus The wrong step would be not to start this exodus

[the-firebird69]

Is the name of this the effect is that more are leaving probably all of them. Right now it's a giant giant crowd and others see this huge crowd leave their town and they have to get out it looks like a massive crowd because it is I Thomas a town the size of westborough that's a third of the population looks like everybody so they leave and the ships are going to start coming tons and tons and tons of them are coming this way and to evacuate and for stuff does it just an enormous amount of stuff they've ordered it's a giant evacuation there are mountains of people Anderson says don't forget to eat up all that seafood and some sharks cuz you won't have any seafood if you don't eat them and they noticed that too so they're eating all the big ones first cuz they're disgusting and they're getting rid of the little ones some of them and the little ones maybe like 800 ft sharks and then slowly eating through that because they don't do any good but they hold off other things like squid and octopus and crab it'll be attacking them pretty soon and my son says you can't forget if you attack the crab out here they go after each other for quite a while if you're texting me here they'll come up on the islands and destroy everything he goes oh yeah that's a good idea is it starting to bother ships and they're big they can capsize ship some of them and he's playing to draw off the crab and the other stuff is big fight and we can smell it for all over the place sharks go quick. The crabs had a fight at see some of the big ones were killed and huge numbers of crabs were attacking the big one and the other fish and other things came by and started eating the other guys and it was a huge fight crabs for a beating up cutting half really so they hv to do it again. Bja says good idea now away from all yup

Some massive day there's so many leaving it doesn't make a difference in something wrong it's a giant giant giant Exodus. And these guys are going to be arrested no matter what they do and they can't figure it out they're still here around the apartment apartments in PG. But no this is a different matter and they are being called by Court to come in and fix charges of terrorism in front of order and Port Charlotte as a matter of fact it's like the whole neighborhood. It's about $130 out of 140 households

As a result of last night's action they're firing most of the people who are associated with them and they are assigning people to see what they're doing and there are about 500 arrests a minute but they let go of 10% more and the government 15% of what it was two weeks ago full of warlock population represent and that's a percentage of itself within Florida's government from two weeks ago it's very poor. I also have a list of people that have to go due to this action and I'll bring it to like 12% and that's within range of the higher up see they have nobody it's just one step down almost and they don't have anybody to do anything and they've been saying that a little bit now it's going to be a lot and finally and also there are many individuals in Charlotte county involved in this type of activity within this area Charlotte county who are going to be released from their higher level positions here and there were 3,000 yesterday well it's still 3400 they're tentatively released and today there will be about 2,800 left out of the 4500 from a couple weeks ago and it's due to them and they're attempted attacks on police and fire and the fire department still has a bunch of knuckleheads in it and they won't let us to each other physical is in here you idiot I said to these guys so we don't care if you're bringing people in the hospital and you can't afford to so we have to have a presence there it brings our people there so you can tell what to do it it says we're not supposed to do that anymore what they do is for the hospital stuff is what we found out they're not us that would be nice to know so you're going to promise because of that it says so seriously it's because the hardware and the building and it says okay so leave any sense we don't want you to make anything look odd and then he says well you can stay and I'll tell you where they are at the time it says look we're not one of your goldfish I'm going to bust your head open because of what you're saying I decided yelling at them he goes I don't really need this I get it all day long for next door and they say no s*** you p**** mother f***** that's another thing you shouldn't tolerate it at all and you ruined their business and you're moron it's not getting really mad I said you're having to say all this s*** and it f**** everything up and it says no you're not doing the threat right here and start this fight and tons of stuff came out as to what they're doing it was amazing except bleeding and blabbing it everywhere and they're going to get arrested all of them take care of the fire department and it's more on too.

Today is a big day it's a huge evacuation it was sent troops everywhere including Charlotte county they're leaving here too they were 350,000 here the other day almost 400,000 they filled in and they are now 200,000 and higher ups are clueless. Shortly there might even be as soon as 100,000 and they're arresting people to the tune of like 10,000 an hour which might increase today any expected of 50,000 at the end of the day if that and they're also things that they're going to do from here and they'll have trouble getting back it was takes another $25,000 roughly and the other $25,000 might not want to come back to see everybody's gone so today might be the day depends how aggressive the max want to be and there's a problem because they're trying terrorism and after that they just can't be kept around. Right now the general population warlock to everyone else it's about 5%, 3% of it is the islands and roughly 1% of the remaining on the mainland is evacuated right now and we expected to continue later on the day it might increase to the total of 1.5% and we anticipate in the evening remaining half a percent will mostly leave. The motorcycles are working very well the John Cena too and the new one is outstanding everybody wants one and there's more there goes around no people with money by both and they put it into a fish tank with a cover seal it. Not kidding at all people buy a big fish tanks and put them in and they bolt it down so it doesn't move and then seal it in there's nothing like it I see people doing that it's no it's so important it says I bet you can put it in a museum and if you famous you are lent it to them it's called lending. Is someone who lost his family to these imbeciles cuz I'm going to do it for my family I'm going to stick this right up their ass and it was not a morlok. He's getting another one ready he's going to send it to the automobiles museum. I'm going to make sure it gets there in Washington DC it's a lot of people are interested in what he's doing and the max see it is bringing some Smithsonian it's a replica of the John Cena scooter as you both trying to put it on the road and he got it DOT approved and this is exact replica is for sale though it says it on the story and says also noted that people who are riding this around were not nice people and we're taking things and hurting people and it's important history and it's valuable to know.

See there's many more offers they have the one that was in the game I think they're going to get his got to get his who put it right next to his nothing because this is when I was turning around and it does say that too. There's a huge number of people who want to see that it's going to be a moment okay one idea. I think you're a great man for doing it I'm going to help you do it and it smack daddy saying it this is tell your nephew when you can be fine. So he knows who's the man and he's going to see him and help him with the gang. The giant guy can help too and Bob that makes a big deal out of it in DC I don't know if he's gotten the next bike yet it's going to make his own case I leave we can bring one we can have someone bring one of you guys can I said that would be a joy what I'm doing so they're bringing one and it's certified by the Smithsonian and you have to move the fuel and oil that. You got to forget in case you need it and it's taking out his little Scottish hammer it's either wanted hit the glass it doesn't opens so he started trying to break it hit him yelling at it it's mine. So they're all laughing we're going to get there and they're almost there it's noticimg a change. So we knew who he was and I stuck to him and his others like it that are not evacuated he's got a list of the people in his area and it's starting to fad

Thor Freya

It seems like a head Nazi but it's not really that good it's not that rich this is a great idea I love it it's really awesome it's going to show this fight and I don't like that it's not been showing for a long time it doesn't say exactly what they're doing it's really nice thoug

Hera

The other things that are very clear but this is intense there's a lot of people who want to see that in there and they want the original John Cena bike in there and others are trying to send the Trump bike Dan's bike and Trump's second bike and doing it and have several offers reviewing them and what he says is that's because of the every man everyday guy getting beaten up it's not because of higher-ups getting beaten up more or less it's because they're so many he says it's true and the higher-ups are yielding because of access to and this one guy who got hurt his family got most and mulched them and they're eating them and it killed by a neighbor and he's going to speak at the Smithsonian and he wants to try the game because after the original and it's this idiot Trump he knows he's a pig and he's getting out there he says hold on son will be there and stick to guns this is well oiled today. He smiles and get some of his people that was mad I can hear him they're going after him they're going to help get rid of this guy.

The second bike which is the regular bike now it's a big one the big guy wants to do it and we said that's very apropos that might be a higher up and I want to do it and it might be everybody that's affected but it's not a ton of us large guys and I never really are and we lost a bunch of people my clan and I'm going to do that. Our son says to be fun for a moment because the person smack who lost his family said we can go there together and he said Then we remember why. That and I probably have to ride the scooter there to get there. Valley finds it funny but he knows through hell he's in hell. He said try to get him that mini bike stick the back roads to DC. It was kind of laughing but no just about 80 on the highway but loaded up with luggage and stuff it wouldn't it's liquid cool and they can make it that far yeah most people wouldn't do it what you doing the intercoastal waterway highway if it's open take a few days. So the idiot threatens our son and he says wow what do I do now and he's trying to figure out what to do with so he'll start hitting. There's a huge number of people that respect an Ernie for choosing to not give them the opportunity and Trump hated so bad he decided to have our son throw him out of the boat. So they're going after him

Thor Freya

Zues Hera

Olympus we're going after Trump is spewing threats and anticipated being arrested for when he did but this is going to make it a lot harder for him to get out that the fact that most of his people are evacuating too and they're leaving and they don't want to listen to you or have you go with them or listen to your orders they're not going to do anything you want at all it's cuz of what you did here and your robots are being taken right now I live in Midwest they're like 20,000 octillion left there and most of you factors are exposed and they're being able to emptied right now people are fleeing from those cities to the upper Midwest but within the Midwest and it's getting overloaded we going to the upper Midwest and they're leaving to the northern pass to the Northeast by ship it's open right now so they're all leaving up that way it's a massive Exodus now massive

[ingovercast]

“I want trees instead of gravestones, nothing to confess I got a soft spot for your ancient books of horror stories I got a music in my ear from long, long ago and far, far away And I still hum its tune, but how could I believe every word it says to me?

We follow our own steps, while our shadows keep watching us We follow our own steps, while our shadows keep watching us The wrong step would be not to start this exodus The wrong step would be not to start this exodus”