#Chone Home

[hughungrybear]

7 Comfort Movies

Tagged by @imlivingformyselfdontmindme (post here). I have to confess that I have not seen the inside of a cinema since the pandemic. However, I do have tons of subscriptions from different streaming services and most of my favourite movies are old anyway lol 😅

In no particular order

1. It Happened One Night (1934, United States)

Starring Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert

Synopsis: In Frank Capra's acclaimed romantic comedy, spoiled heiress Ellie Andrews (Claudette Colbert) impetuously marries the scheming King Westley, leading her tycoon father (Walter Connolly) to spirit her away on his yacht. After jumping ship, Ellie falls in with cynical newspaper reporter Peter Warne (Clark Gable), who offers to help her reunite with her new husband in exchange for an exclusive story. But during their travels, the reporter finds himself falling for the feisty young heiress.

2. Crazy Little Thing Called Love (2010, Thailand)

Starring Baifern Pimchanok, Mario Maurer

Synopsis: A junior schoolgirl Nam (Pimchanok Luevisetpaiboon) falls in love with her schoolboy senior Chone (Mario Maurer) but is afraid to show her feelings to him, partly because Chone is everyone’s idol, and Nam regards herself as unpopular, homely-looking, and average. She has nothing that can make him notice her. But with the support of her three best friends, Nam revolutionizes herself, starting with her looks and activities to get him to notice her.

3. That Thing Called Tadhana [Fate] (2014, Philippines)

Starring Angelica Panganiban, JM de Guzman

Synopsis: A story about a broken-hearted girl who meets a boy in a not-so-normal way. Together, they go to places and find out "Where do broken hearts go?"

4. Koe no Katachi [A Silent Voice] (2016, Japan)

Starring Miyu Irino, Saori Hayami

Synopsis: As a wild youth, elementary school student, Shouya Ishida sought to beat boredom in the cruelest ways. When the deaf Shouko Nishimiya transfers into his class, Shouya and the rest of his class thoughtlessly bully her for fun. However, when her mother notifies the school, he is singled out and blamed for everything done to her. With Shouko transferring out of the school, Shouya is left at the mercy of his classmates. He is heartlessly ostracized all throughout elementary and middle school, while teachers turn a blind eye. Now in his third year of high school, Shouya is still plagued by his wrongdoings as a young boy. Sincerely regretting his past actions, he sets out on a journey of redemption: to meet Shouko once more and make amends.

5. While You Were Sleeping (1995, United States)

Starring Sandra Bullock, Bill Pullman

Synopsis: Lonely transit worker Lucy Eleanor Moderatz (Sandra Bullock) pulls her longtime crush, Peter (Peter Gallagher), from the path of an oncoming train. At the hospital, doctors report that he's in a coma, and a misplaced comment from Lucy causes Peter's family to assume that she is his fiancée. When Lucy doesn't correct them, they take her into their home and confidence. Things get even more complicated when she finds herself falling for Peter's sheepish brother, Jack (Bill Pullman).

6. Empire Records (1995, United States)

Starring Ethan Embry, Rory Cochrane, Robin Tunney, Liv Tyler, Renee Zellweger, Anthony LaPaglia

Synopsis: Joe (Anthony LaPaglia) runs Empire Records, an independent Delaware store that employs a tight-knit group of music-savvy youths. Hearing that the shop may be sold to a big chain, slacker employee Lucas (Rory Cochrane) bets a chunk of the store's money, hoping to get a big return. When this plan fails, Empire Records falls into serious trouble, and the various other clerks, including lovely Corey (Liv Tyler) and gloomy Deb (Robin Tunney), must deal with the problem, among many other issues.

7. Clerks (1994, United States)

Starring Brian O'Halloran, Jeff Anderson, Jay and Silent Bob

Synopsis: Dante (Brian O'Halloran) is called in to cover a shift at his New Jersey convenience store on his day off. His friend Randal (Jeff Anderson) helps him pass the time, neglecting his video-store customers next door to hang out in the Quick Stop. The uneventful day is disrupted by news that one of Dante's ex-girlfriends has died. After attending her memorial service, Dante muses over staying with current girlfriend Veronica (Marilyn Ghigliotti) or reuniting with ex Caitlin (Lisa Spoonhauer).

Tagging @lost-my-sanity1, @telomeke, @bengiyo @shortpplfedup and anyone who sees this and would want to play 😊

[jjungkookislife]

Contigo

pairing: hoseok x f. hispanic!reader

genre: established relationship, idol au, smut [18+]

summary: Hoseok has to have one last touch of your skin before going overseas.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: cursing, pet names, marking (biting, scratching, bruising), hair pulling, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex within an established relationship, explicit photos taken of reader (with implied pre-established consent), spanking, cum facial

a/n: just something i wrote just now but that outfit had me losing my mind! quiero ir contigo = I want to go with you, chones = underwear, comertelo a besos = eat him up in kisses, amor = love, te amo = i love you, mi reina = my queen, although Spanish is my native tongue, writing it is another story, i hope I've done it well enough <3

date: November 28, 2022

A sigh escapes you as you roll over onto your stomach, eyes glued to your boyfriend as he takes one last look at his outfit. His suitcase lays at the end of the bed, opened and packed to the brim with a few days worth of outfits.

“Quiero ir contigo,” Hoseok hears you whine, a smile on his pretty lips.

“Next time,” he promises as he crosses the space between you. He drops to his knees in front of you, his hand ruffling your hair. 

You smile sadly, reading his beanie. IF YOU CAN READ THIS I MUST LOVE YOU TO LET YOU THIS CLOSE

Your hand reaches out to him, caressing his cheek as you get on your knees, the bed sinking under you as you sit up. Your hand moves to grab his chin, making him look up at you and his beauty takes your breath away. His dark eyes bore into yours, curiosity shining in them. 

“I love you,” you whisper. “Te amo.”

“Te amo,” he repeats, lips capturing yours as he rises to his feet, his hands cupping your face as you fall back onto the bed. 

“Hoseok!” you giggle as he kisses every bit of your face, loud smacking filling the space between you with each kiss.

“I have to get ready,” he says after one loud, wet kiss is placed on your cheek. You laugh as you wipe the saliva off your skin. He really knew how to get a chuckle out of you and you loved him to bits for it.

“You’re ready,” you state. You turn your head to the side as he gets off the bed to stand near the mirror. “But your chones are showing!”

Hoseok blushes, smiling sheepishly. “They’re supposed to.”

“You’re showing off your chones?” you ask with a raised brow, climbing off the bed. Hoseok nods, eyeing you hungrily when your silk robe falls off your shoulder exposing your skin. A mark he left the night before makes an appearance and he curses, feeling his dick twitch in his pants.

“How much time do you have?” you ask as you place your hands on his jacket, licking your lips when you meet his gaze. 

Hoseok swallows thickly, your sweet scent mixed with your perfume filling his nose. He wants you, wouldn’t be able to leave home without you being wrapped around his cock one last time. He knew it would have to be quick, his ride coming in less than an hour and he’d be pushing it as is. He just had to spend twenty minutes taking selfies, needed to capture his airport fit before heading out.

“Enough,” he answers darkly, gaze hardening as his jacket falls from his shoulders to pool on the bedroom floor. You’re quick to place it on the bed. After all, you’re not trying to ruin his outfit, he looks absolutely delectable in it. Fuck, if you had more time you’d have him slowly strip out of it, comertelo a besos. 

Swiftly, you’re back at his side. Your lips meet his as your hands wrap around his neck, kissing him deeply, letting him know how much he’ll be missed. 

Hoseok’s large hands grip your hips, moving downward to knead your ass harshly. You moan against his skin, teeth scraping the sensitive skin and a growl reminds you to keep your composure. No marks.

Slowly, your hands slide under his shirt, feeling the soft skin and wishing you could undress him completely. Enjoy every inch of the man that holds your heart. Hoseok brings you back to the moment, knowing you’re lost in thought as your eyes daze with flashbacks of how he filled you just hours before. 

Tender kisses are placed on each of your fingertips, his teeth biting down on the fleshy tip of your pinky, causing you to squeal and pop the finger into your mouth.

“Hobi!” 

He laughs, eyes shut as he pulls you to him, hugging you in an apology but you feel him hard against your hip, and your hand moves to grip him over the thin material of his pants.

“It’s not fair,” you hum as you stroke him, eyes set on his cock as it grows harder as you continue your ministrations. Hoseok gulps, biting back a moan when you squeeze him.

“What?” he asks, voice filled with lust as he takes his beanie off and tosses it in the direction of your shared bed.

“I’m the only one who's supposed to see your boxers. I’m supposed to be the only one who sees you like this,” you breathe, squeezing his length. Hoseok curses, head falling back against the wall. 

“Amor,” he curses, eyes squeezed shut, feeling your hand on his hip. His breath hitches when you slide a finger under his boxers, teasing him with the cool touch of your fingertip before you’re dropping to your knees in front of him.

Hobi looks down at you, eyes hooded as you undo the knot on his pants. You give him a moment to tell you to stop, but all he does is beg you to continue. His heart is racing, and his cock is throbbing, craving your lips.

“Please, baby. Please,” Hobi begs, biting his lip as you finally tug his Dior boxers down along with his pants. They pool at his ankles, and for a second he worries about them wrinkling but your warm mouth around his cock brushes those worries away.

“Mi reina!” Hoseok bunches his t-shirt up so it doesn’t obscure your beautiful face as you go down on him. You widen your mouth, taking more of his cock in your mouth, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose as you meet his pelvis. Your pretty eyes meet his and his hand cards through your hair, gripping it tightly for a moment to hold you there until you swallow and he shudders.

You pull off him, a smirk on your lips as you take in a huge gulp of air. Hoseok shakes his head, “tease.”

“I’m just getting started,” you tell him, your hand wrapped around his length, stroking him and smearing your spit on every inch of him. Your tongue flicks the underside of the head, teasing his slit and spitting on it before you’re taking him back in your mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” Hoseok groans, eyes fluttering shut as you bob up and down. You relax your jaw, taking him in deeper, and moaning when he hits the back of your throat. You set a steady pace, licking, sucking, and slurping lewdly. 

Hobi is in paradise, thighs nearly shaking as you suck the soul out of him. You have one hand between your legs, your robe split open and exposing your breasts while your other hand rolls his balls in the palm of your hand. 

Hoseok’s nearly panting, groaning, and cursing mixed with dulcet moans of your name. He’s close, he can feel it and he doesn’t want to cum just yet so he grabs a handful of your hair to get you off his cock.

“Hobiii,” you whine, pouting as you’re pulled to your feet by your hair. Hoseok says nothing as his lips crash onto yours, pressing you to the wall as his hand wraps around your wrist, bringing your fingers to his lips. His tongue licks your arousal off your fingertips, your eyes locked on him as he sucks them clean. 

Hoseok smirks, licking his lips before he’s pulling the silk robe off you, allowing it to pool with the rest of his clothing.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs in between kisses. You moan his name, pulling him into a kiss while his hands grip every inch of your body harshly, leaving his mark behind. You curse when you’re flipped, cheek pressed to the icy wall as you’re bent over and Hoseok’s smacking your ass. 

You groan when he curses, and then there’s a flash. 

You giggle. “Need a picture?”

“I gotta have something to get me off when I’m alone in my hotel room.” Hoseok chuckles as he looks at the photo, his painted fingernails looking nice on your ass cheek.

“Hm, you better send me videos. Or better yet, call me,” you tell him seriously. You know he’ll be busy but you loathe being apart from him.

“Of course, my love,” he promises with a kiss on your shoulder as he strokes his cock. Fuck, just looking at you bent over for him, eager and dripping wet just waiting for his cock, sends him spiraling. He curses, nearly growling as he grabs your ass. 

He smacks it twice before he’s pressing the head of his cock on your wet cunt, letting it get coated in your arousal before he pushes into you.

“Hoseok!” you gasp, biting your lip as the delicious stretch catches you off guard for a second. Hoseok grips your hip, squeezing it reassuringly as he pushes in further. Your eyes flutter shut, begging him for more until his chest is pressed to your back and your nails are digging into the wall.

Your legs shake as Hoseok grips your hair in his hand, pulling you up just enough for your lips to meet, tongues tangled and breathing ragged as he lets you have a moment to get accustomed to him. You whine when he first pulls out, nearly creaming yourself when he pushes back into you.

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock like the good girl you are,” Hoseok praises you, eyes focused on where your bodies meet, mesmerized by the jiggle of your ass with each of his thrusts. 

Your moans fill the bedroom along with his; a sweet symphony of your pleasure. 

“Fuck, baby,” Hoseok smacks your ass when you tighten around him. You’re barely able to hold yourself up, nearly losing your footing with each thrust of his hips. Incoherent moans of his name and curses escape you, along with your breath. 

“So full,” you blabber, unable to think as pleasure overwhelms every bit of you, coursing through your body as your orgasm builds and builds.

“Just like that, love. Take this fucking cock. Gonna fill you with so much cum when I get back. Gonna fuck you on every inch of this apartment, leave you shaking when I’m done,” Hoseok growls, eyes squeezed shut as you clench around him, begging him for more.

Hoseok can feel you unraveling, his hand moving between your thighs to rub your clit. You shout his name, thighs quivering as you fall apart, tears running down your cheeks as you cum, hard!

“Good girl,” Hobi whispers as you tremble beneath his touch. He’s quick to pull out of you before you fall to your knees and turn to face him.

You look so fucked out and beautiful. His heart skips a beat as you look up at him with loving eyes.

Your hand wraps around his cock, quickly jerking him off until he’s moaning your name, warning you of his orgasm before you’re shutting your eyes just moments before his cum hits you on the face, spurts landing on your cheek, lips, and chin. You make sure to milk every drop from him before licking him clean.

“Fuck,” Hoseok groans, shaking his head as you release him. His knees buckle and he presses a palm on the wall to hold himself up. 

“Just a second,” he tells you, grabbing his phone to snap a picture of your face covered in his cum. He saves it for later.

“Can I open my eyes?” you ask but instead of answering you, Hoseok runs to the nightstand to grab a tissue to wipe your face clean, making sure your eyes are clear before you open them.

“There we go,” he says finally. You open your eyes, blinking a few times. It takes you a minute to put your robe back on, thighs trembling as Hobi helps you to your feet. Slowly, he guides you to the bed, making you sit before he’s kissing the top of your head and running to the shower.

You giggle as he showers again, faster than ever before while you try to regulate your breathing. Your thighs ache as well as your cunt, but it aches so good. You know you’ll be thinking about this the whole time he’s gone, and you frown, already missing him despite him being just a few feet away.

Hoseok appears back in your bedroom ten minutes later, quickly getting dressed just as he had before. He makes sure his outfit still looks presentable before he approaches the bed.

“I’ll miss you,” he whispers, lips pressed to your cheek.

“I’ll miss you too. I wish I could go,” you sigh as you hug him close. He nods, kissing the top of your head.

“Next time, baby. I’ll be back before you know it, love.”

“Te amo.”

thank you for reading! ♡ if you liked it, please let me know! 💌

© jjungkookislife - I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms, this includes Youtube.

[santamaria420]

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[brokenhardies]

🖊all ur freaky ocs

I’M WRITING SUMMARIES FOR THEM NOW HOW DID YOU KNOW-- Under the cut I’ve put my updated summaries!

KILLER CRUSH

Christina 'Tina' Strode was typical to the Strode family. She was an athlete, enthusiastic and cheerful, genuinely a good person, who always tried her best to help others, even though her temper would get in the way.

The only atypical thing was that she was a lesbian, and one of the founding members of Blissfield Valley High's LGBTQIA club. The worst part - she has a crush on Millie Kessler, who she knows has a crush on her twin brother Booker. She'd been planning to ask her out to Homecoming, but didn't want to scare the poor girl, who she'd known since childhood.

That is until the night after the big game -- a much more confident Millie asks Tina out herself.  Most people would find this suspicious, but Tina did not. That is, until, she joins Joshua Detmer and Nyla Chones in the kitchen of the school when they're suddenly chased by the Blissfield Butcher, a notorious serial killer. And then the reveal comes;

The Millie who asked Tina out? Yeah, that's the Butcher. Who's planning on using Millie's body for a 24 hour (and maybe longer) killing spree. Now, with the help of a mystic knife, the gang of misfits must help their friend return to her body before the time limit is up. Sometimes homecoming can be murder.

HEADS WILL ROLL

Reeling from the grief from the death of their father, the Kessler twins changed suddenly. Millie became reclusive, retreating into her friendship group and becoming more timid than usual. 

Her twin brother Mitchell went the opposite direction, becoming aggressive and violent, taking the image of the star footballer and placing it front and centre to mask his grief. He even had a girlfriend now and a successful sporting scholarship around the corner.

That was, until the big game. He comes home after the afterparty to find his sister not there. And when she wakes up the next morning, it's almost like she's been replaced by a stranger. Mitchell initially assumed it's just his baby sister being weird, but the truth is much more frightening.

His sister has been bodyswapped with the Blissfield Butcher. And he's planning on turning Mitchell's homecoming dream into a nightmare. As his friends bodies pile up, he must open up, and try to reach out to Millie, in spite of how strained their relationship.

SHUT UP AND GIVE ME MURDER

A small town is a very boring place to live. It doesn't matter how dark the history, what's hiding beneath the cracks, a small town is just stagnant and easily forgettable.

Blissfield is not one of those small towns, at least, not according to Ricky Bradford. She believes there's an ancient shadowy conspiracy beneath the surface, a shadowy conspiracy connected to Aztec folklore, and the serial killer who has never been caught before.

Little does Ricky know, she's pretty much right -- the Aztec knife the Dola is in said serial killer's inventory. And he used it to swap with a student in Ricky's class - Millie Kessler. Now, he's planning on turning homecoming into a killing spree.

Ricky wanted to be on a true crime podcast. She didn't say as one of the victims.

DEVIL IN ME

There's something to be said about the matchmaker falling in love with one of his matches. Everything about Millie Kessler has dragged Ryan Jarvis in, her gentle smile and soft voice and sweet movements, her somewhat awkward nature.

If it weren't for the fact that one) he's been trying to get her with Booker Strode for years now and two) he's the football teams linebacker and Millie doesn't have a good experience with anyone deemed as popular, he would've asked her out to Homecoming right this moment.

And that's when bodies start piling up, starting with the abusive dick of a woodshop teacher, then the most popular girl in the school is dragged away, and while Ryan wouldn't consider himself the most observant, Millie is acting very strange. And looking very strange as well.

It doesn't help that the terrifying murderer who has been haunting Blissfield for the last decade has decided to become Ryan's own personal protectorate. How bad can this day get?

JUST A GIRL

Willow Gelbman's first week at Blissfield Valley High is going amazing all things considered. No one has asked her about her sister's little college incident, she's made some great friends in the form of Millie Kessler, Joshua Detmer and Nyla Choles, and Homecoming is at the end of the week!

That is until when walking to school, she's dragged behind the bushes by yet another psychopath, only for everything to be turned on its head.

It turns out - Willow's first week is about to be destroyed by another serial murderer who's made her his newest target - and he's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Specifically, her new friend Millie's clothing... And body.

She has 24 hours to help her friend reverse the curse, and come to terms with her own unrealized trauma due to her sister’s college experience. Being the final girl? It runs in the Gelbman family.

SWITCH HAPPENS

You thought your high school life sucked? Try being the daughter of a serial murderer who hasn't been caught.

Forcibly moved around multiple schools due to her dad's unique career choice, Victoria Kruger saw her senior year at Blissfield Valley High as her final chance for normalcy. Yeah, her dad was a good guy, serial murderer thing and all that notwithstanding, but maybe she just wanted to be a teenager for once?

That is until her dad gives her a cryptic warning about being 'not himself', and the morning after the Homecoming day, Victoria is awakened by a scream from downstairs. Turns out? When he meant 'not himself'? He meant it very literally.

Now, he's in the body of Victoria's lab partner Millie Kessler, and Millie is in her dad's body. Of course, this means one thing - he can hide in plain sight. And Victoria's chance at normalcy is slipping through her fingers.

Or at least, it would be... If she didn't help Millie and her pals return the girl to her body in the 24 hour time period. While murder may be in the blood, its never too late to change a career choice...

[descendent-of-the-sixth-heaven]

*forgot Ieyasu was on line* Hmm? Ieyashu? Wha awe you doin ishide the chone? (Ieyasu, what are you doing inside the phone) Aah! I shee! Youwe a pevetu! (You are a pervert) You awe sheeing me undeesh now, fom inshide the chone right? *she smirks as she removes her belt. Her white cardigan is already removed* Noo! I dwon wanna geo back!! *she starts whining* Wann anowthwe shhong?

Ieyasu: Stop whatever it is you are doing, just stay still and go back to your home.

Mitsuhide: Mai, please refrain yourself.

[silent-victories]

Upside to home life is I don't think I've had to put on more then my chones for like 2 weeks now~

[chaos-and-recover]

Rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better. I was tagged by @heyheyarnold​ Thank you, I am so bored at home and love talking about myself (but only when asked direct questions otherwise idk what to tell you)

Top 3 ships: Stucky (MCU, Steve/Bucky obviously) is my OTP 5ever. Then it’d have to be Donage (Take That, Howard Donald/Jason Orange). And third is a more recent addition that had me like “Oh. Oh.” last summer and then via cruel twist of fate were separated by destiny/soccer trade deadlines, and I try to be lowkey about it because I know RPS is weird but it’s what I (and they too, actually, it was their hashtag that gave me the name) call Chones - Alex “Bones” Bono (Toronto FC) and Jay Chapman (formerly Toronto FC, now Inter Miami). I had a playlist and everything.

Last song: Mike Herrera covering Goldfinger’s Superman. Although there was a Billy Talent song on the radio in the car on the way home from my parents, but I don’t remember which one so I’m gonna go with Superman.

Last movie: I Remember You. It’s a good, creepy horror movie but the book is like a thousand times creepier.

Currently reading: A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara. It’s both sad and lovely at the same time.

What food are you craving right now: Yo don’t judge me but I’ve been craving this fucking thing for WEEKS:

And I think it’s a mix of “I buy my own groceries and nobody can stop me because that’s what ADULTHOOD is about” and “I need some comfort food from my childhood in these trying times” but I’m also not about to stand in line outside a grocery store just to buy one of these.

But I want it so bad. 

Tagging: Anyone who’s bored and wants to answer some shit? Do it! 

[oldfolksineurope]

View of Bahia from across the River Chone, on the road to Canoa.

Gringos

Steve here. We are gringos, that is the word around town, used by whites and Ecuadorians as well. We are a fairly small group, gringos, consisting of Americans, Canadians, Germans and a few others. There are of course tourists, of which we are two, and then there are ex-pats. Our Atlanta condo owner asked an ex-pat, named Pat unfortunately, to meet us at the apartment and help us settle in. Pat is a 74 year old American who grew up in Southern California and starting surfing as a kid on Huntington Beach, Surf City. He knows all the surfing stars from that age and surfed the big waves on the North Shore of Hawaii with all the surfing legends of that era. A quiet, gentle unassuming guy, Pat is a Vietnam vet, quickly lost hearing in one ear during the conflict and spent the last year as a lifeguard on the infamous South China Beach. Had surfboards shipped in from Hawaii. Pat has surfed the world over, Hawaii maybe forty times, New Zealand, Indonesia, Malaysia, Nicaragua. He moved to Ecuador in 2012 after traveling the world looking for the perfect place to live and surf. He lives in the building where we are staying and he has renovated his apartment twice, first on moving in, then after the 2016 earthquake. He was not here for the quake.

Pat has on old rebuilt Toyota Land Cruiser with over 400,000 kilometers on it. He has a son but we don’t know more than that, and an Ecuadorian girlfriend who lives in Salinas, about 200 kilometers away. Last night he drove us across the bridge and up to Canoa, a hippie, backpacker kind of beach town with good surfing and a hilarious beachside collection of open air bars, restaurants and of course, hostels. He then drove us out to a ‘German’ restaurant that was down a long muddy trail of a deserted highway. Once again, nowhere. Unfortunately, Stephen, the owner was busy renovating the amazing open air kitchen and the two large outdoor ovens were cold. He was apologetic and encouraged us to return. We then cruised along to the Canoa Beach Hotel. If you want a unique place to surf or just disappear from the world, look up this spot. Nothing near it, it is a resort destination, beach with big surf, winding pool with waterfalls, great restaurant all owned by a Kentucky character born in, where else, Dayton Ohio, my own birthplace. Glen arrived in Ecuador in 2005 and to hear him tell it, was making $4 a day working here in Bahia. Glen is in his mid fifties, burly gregarious guy who just woke up from a nap when we met him. Shortly thereafter, he got a straight margarita from the bar, told a few stories in his Kentucky accent then excused himself to entertain some Kentuckian ladies who were playing board games near us. We had a delicious dinner, but Pat is on a low carb diet and had a burger, no bread, some salad, and a low cal beer, his second of the year, both with us. The drive home was mildly spooky with vehicles on the road with no lights at all and a brief stop by the cops, who excused us as tourists and the gringos that we are. Pat jogs, plays tennis regularly, bike rides and surfs. Oh, and he plays golf on a course a few hours away. Said we would go there. Sorry to be so lengthy, but there will be other stories from this small ex-pat world.

[anastpaul]

Saint of the Day – 19 May – St Maria Bernarda Bütler (1848-1924) aged 74 – Religious Sister, Founder, Missionary, Apostle of the Holy Eucharist, of prayer and charity, Marian devotee – born Verena Bütler on 28 May 1848 in Auw, Aargau, Switzerland and died on 19 May 1924 in Cartagena, Bolívar, Colombia of natural causes.   St Maria Bernarda was a Swiss Roman Catholic professed religious and the foundress of the Franciscan Missionary Sisters of Mary Help of Sinners and a part of the missions in Ecuador and Colombia.   She worked for the care of the poor in these places until her exile from Ecuador and entrance into Colombia where she worked for the remainder of her life.   Her order moved there with her and continued to expand during her time there until her death.

Maria Bernarda/Verena Bütler was born in Auw, in the Canton of Argovia, in Switzerland, on 28 May 1848 and was baptised on the same day.   She was the fourth child of Henry and Catherine Bütler, modest but exemplary country people, who educated the eight children born of their marriage in the love of God and of neighbour.

Gifted with excellent health, Verena grew up happy, intelligent, generous and a lover of nature.   She began to attend school at seven years of age.   The fervour and commitment with which she made her First Communion, on 16 April 1860, remained constant in her for the rest of her life.

Childhood Home

St Maria Bernarda’s Childhood Bedroom

Devotion to the Eucharist would, in fact, form the foundation of her spirituality.

Having completed her elementary studies at the age of 14, Verena dedicated herself to farm work and experienced affection for a worthy young man with whom she fell in love.   On feeling the call of God, she broke off the engagement in order to turn completely to the Lord.   During this period in her life she was granted the grace of enjoying the presence of God, feeling Him very close.   She herself said: “To explain this state of soul to someone who has never experienced anything similar is extremely difficult, if not impossible”.   And again:   “The Holy Spirit taught me to adore, praise, bless and give thanks to Jesus in the tabernacle at all times, even at work and in real life.

Drawn by the love of God, she entered a convent in her region as a postulant at 18 years of age.   However, becoming aware that it was not the place to which the Lord was calling her, Verena very quickly returned home.

Work, prayer and apostolic activity in the parish kept her desire for the consecrated life alive.   At the suggestion of her Pastor, Verena entered the Franciscan Monastery of Mary Help of Sinners in Altstätten on 12 November 1867.   She took the Franciscan habit on 4 May 1868, taking the name of Sister Maria Bernarda of the Heart of Mary and made her Religious Profession on 4 October 1869 with the firm proposal of serving the Lord until death in the contemplative life.

She was very soon elected Mistress of Novices and Superior of the Community on three occasions, carrying out this fraternal service for nine consecutive years.   Her zeal and love for the Kingdom of God had prepared her to begin a new missionary experience. Having willingly accepted the invitation of Msgr. Peter Schumacher, Bishop of Portoviejo in Ecuador, who, outlining the precarious situation of his people, asked her to come to his Diocese.   Maria Bernarda clearly saw the will of God, who was calling her to be an announcer of the Gospel in that far away country, in this invitation.

Having overcome the initial resistance of the Bishop of St Gall and obtained a regular pontifical indult, Sr Maria Bernarda and six companions left the Monastery in Altstätten and set out for Ecuador on the 19th of June 1888.   Only their light of faith and zeal to announce the Gospel sustained the Blessed and her companions in the difficult separation from their beloved Monastery and Sisters.  In her intentions, Maria Bernarda thought of giving birth to a missionary foundation dependent on the Swiss Monastery.

The Lord, however, made her instead the foundress of a new Religious Congregation, that of the Franciscan Missionary Sisters of Mary Help of Sinners.

They were received paternally by the Bishop, who entrusted to Maria Bernarda the community of Chone, which presented a distressing spectacle because of the total lack of priests, scant religious practice and rampant immorality.   Maria Bernarda became “everything to everyone”, placing prayer, poverty, fidelity to the Church and the constant exercise of the works of mercy at the base of her missionary work.   She, together with her daughters, began an intense apostolate among families, deepening their knowledge of the language and of the culture of the people.   The first fruits did not delay in maturing.   The Christian life of the people blossomed again as if by magic.

The new Franciscan Congregation also grew in number and two filial houses were founded in Sant Ana and Canoa.   Very soon after however, the missionary work of Mother Maria Bernarda was marked by the mystery of the Cross.   Many indeed were the sufferings to which she and her daughters were submitted – absolute poverty, torrid heat, uncertainty and difficulties of every kind, risks to their health and security of their lives, misunderstanding on the part of ecclesiastical authorities and, besides, the separation of some Sisters from the community, establishing themselves later as an autonomous congregation (the Franciscans of the Immaculate: Blessed Charity Brader).   Maria Bernarda underwent all this with heroic fortitude and in silence without defending herself or nourishing resentment towards anyone but forgiving them from her heart and praying for those who made her suffer.

As if all these trials were not enough, a violent persecution in 1895, begun by forces hostile to the Church, obliged Sr Maria Bernarda and her Sisters to flee from Ecuador. Without knowing where to go, she went, with 14 Sisters, towards Bahia, from where she continued towards Colombia.

The group was still wandering when it received an invitation from Msgr. Eugene Biffi to work in his Diocese of Cartagena.   So, on 2 August 1895, the feast of the Porziuncola of Assisi, the Foundress and her Sisters, exiled from Ecuador, reached Cartagena and were received paternally by the Bishop  . They found hospitality in a female hospital, commonly called a “Pious Work”.   The Lord had led her by the hand towards that asylum, where Mother Mary Bernard would remain to the end of her life.   After the house in Cartagena, the Foundation was extended not only in Columbia but also in Austria and Brasil.

With a compassionate heart, authentically Franciscan, she engaged above all in relieving the spiritual and material needs of the poor, whom she always considered to be her favourites.   She used to say to the Sisters:  “Open your houses to help the poor and marginalised.   Give preference to the care of the indigent over all other activity”. The Mother guided her Congregation over thirty years.   Even after resigning from the Office of Superior General, she continued to animate her dear Sisters with feelings of true humility, especially through the example of her life and her words and writings.

Struck by piercing hypo-gastric pains, while at the “Pious Work” in Cartagena, an establishment of her Daughters and loved and venerated by all as an authentic saint, Mary Bernard quietly went to sleep in the Lord on 19 May 1924.   She was 74 years of age, 56 in the consecrated life and 38 in missionary life.   News of her death spread quickly. The Pastor of the Cathedral of Cartagena announced her passing away, saying to the faithful:  “A saint has died in this city, this morning – the reverend Mother Bernard!”    Her tomb immediately became a centre of pilgrimage and a place of prayer.

The apostolic zeal and ardour of charity of Mother Mary Bernard are being re-lived today in the Church, particularly through the Congregation founded by her, present at the moment in various countries on three continents.   The Blessed can be pointed out as an authentic model of “inculturation”, the urgency of which the Church has underlined for an efficient announcement of the Gospel (cf. Redemptoris Missio, n. 52).   She incarnated perfectly her orienting motto:  “My guide, my star, is the Gospel”.

St Maria Bernarda’s Bible and Crucifix below

During her life, she found support and comfort in God alone.

From the time she abandoned her homeland, to which she never went back, when she left her dear Monastery in Altstätten and during her untiring apostolic activity, she was always sustained by a solid spirituality of unceasing prayer, heroic charity towards God and her neighbour, by a faith that was solid as rock, by an unlimited trust in the Providence of God, by evangelical strength and humility and by a radical fidelity to the commitments of her consecrated life.   From her contemplation of the mysteries of the Most Holy Trinity, the Eucharist and the Passion of the Lord, she also drew the gift of mercy towards all, which she practised and left, as the particular charism of her Congregation.   Very devoted to the Virgin Mother of the Lord, she wished her Congregation to have Our Lady Help of Sinners as mother, protector and life model in her discipleship of Christ and in her missionary activity.   As a Franciscan, she cultivated the same veneration which St Francis of Assisi nourished for “Holy Mother Church”, Pastors and priests, whom she called “the anointed of the Lord”.

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The Blessed left an admirable example of the biblical woman – strong, prudent, mystical, spiritual teacher and notable missionary.   She left the Church a wonderful testimony of dedication to the cause of the Gospel, teaching all, especially today, that it is possible to unite contemplation and action, life with God and service to humanity, bringing God to men and women, and men and women to God.

The Servant of God St Pope John Paul II conferred the title and honour of Blessed her on  29 October 1995.   The Holy Father, Benedict XVI, inscribed her in the register of Saints on 12 October 2008…Vatican.va

Saint of the Day – 19 May – St Maria Bernarda Bütler (1848-1924) Saint of the Day - 19 May - St Maria Bernarda Bütler (1848-1924) aged 74 - Religious Sister, Founder, Missionary, Apostle of the Holy Eucharist, of prayer and charity, Marian devotee - born…

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What parts of yourself do you most see in Jo? Since you have before said that out of all your characters you relate to her the most

I think her parenting, both the good and bad- like I slept on my kids floor for forever and such. Also, I think I was born middle aged and got older every year, like I settled down really fast, but when I got into my 30’s I found my wings. And my love lets me fly so high that I love to come home. Also, maybe her interest in art mirrors mine with writing.

Additionally, some of her habits are mine- like the early wake ups and never wearing chones!

From my blog, how do you think she is like me?

Her massive thirst for harry styles?

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Many communications flooding my inbox, needless to say, simply stated “hey how are you” because no body is initial, particularly on POF.

Many communications flooding my inbox, needless to say, simply stated “hey how are you” because no body is initial, particularly on POF.

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👥 Scribe Chone

Send 👥 for my muse to talk about a member of their family

We met by way of business, at my request for assistance, and found her wit sharp and intellectually stimulating. My relationship with Scribe Julia Chone is young, and as all have heard by now, lush, to say the least.  

I invited her along for my observation of the Cambridge ruins at CIT for her insight and historical prowess. To keep the theatrics short, our Vertibird went down at the hand of a missile attack from raiders and we had a long, uncomfortable walk home. I will spare the details. 

I will acknowledge that I have spent a disproportionate about of time with Scribe Chone in private and do not have to answer for the business I conduct. To be perfectly clear, I recognize Scribe Chone to be an example of integrity and honesty. Rumors and callous remarks as to the nature of the relationship will be regarded as a direct insult to Scribe Chone and myself. 

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Over 1,000 flee as junta attacks village in Magway following killing of local official

NAYPYITAW, 03 August 2021, (The Orient News): Anti-regime guerilla fighters have said that over 1,000 people have fled a village in Magway Region’s Pauk Township after junta forces burnt down two homes there and raided or destroyed several others on Saturday when the administrator of a neighbouring village was killed.

A spokesperson for the guerilla group told media :members of the military-controlled Pyu Saw Htee group helped soldiers torch the houses in Wun Chone during a rampage through the village.”  

He said “they rampaged through the village and destroyed many shops as well as motorbikes,” referring to testimony from five witnesses.

There is a group of soldiers stationed at Pin Taung village, which sits two miles northeast of Wun Chone. The military arrived in Wun Chone immediately after the administrator of Pin Taung was assassinated at around 7am.

The soldiers clashed with guerilla fighters near Wun Chone before beginning their rampage. The guerillas’ spokesperson said none of the group’s fighters were killed in the clash and could not confirm if any of the junta’s forces were killed.

with the compliment to orient news

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Gunna paint these chones for Dads Under Where. You want em? Got a new single and video dropping tomorrow. Would help me out so much if you could go to the link in my bio and pre-save ‘Homecoming’ by @dadsunderwhere

I know things are wild and scary and sad and infuriating in so many ways in the world right now but I hope you can find a home in art and expression somehow. Art feels like home to me whether it’s music, dance, drawing, sculpting, or any form. Creating things that make people think or question, things that make people uncomfortable or just feel some feels in some kind of way gives me life. Expressing your brain battles, our love, our turmoil and gratitude or whatever is tearing out of you has such a way of healing in ways I can’t put into words. This new single is about facing your inner demons. If you struggle inside your brain like so many of us do, this one is for you. I’m proud of the Dads in all of their chaotic growth and how far they’ve come. It’s been a year working with these bing bongs and with all the ups and downs all I can say is I love roller coasters almost as much as I love these sparkling silly willies with the most luscious locks and avant-garde presence on the stages and spaces that they slay.

Keep creating. Keep going. Validate yourself because what others think and say about you is not your business. Love you 😘

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What is Seattle's Kyle Lewis?

Almost as much as baseball, I love Star Wars. That’s right, I said it. Now, to be clear, I love the movies and everything that’s spun off as a result of the magnificent original trilogy, but I’m not a snob. Yes, I loved “The Force Awakens,” despite its flaws. I thought “The Last Jedi” was even better. In fact, “Rogue One” is my favorite of the entire series. Yes, I saw the ending coming with about 30 minutes left. I had the realization that (**SPOILER ALERT**) everybody was going to die. But, what I wasn’t prepared for was the final line of the movie. For those who haven’t seen this cinematic masterpiece, let me give a brief recap of the last few minutes. A rebel shipped is boarded by Darth Vader (who’s pissed) after the plans to the Death Star have been stolen. He goes on a tear and destroys everything and everyone in his path using his lightsaber and the force. The rebels are frantically passing what looks like an 8-inch floppy disk along a crowded hallway filled with frantic rebels and pressure-locked doors before Vader can get to it. Finally, the luckiest member of the crew escapes the carnage and reaches a digitally recreated version of a young Carry Fisher’s Princess Leia. He hands her the disk and asks, “What is it they’ve sent us.” She responds with a single word. “Hope.” Cue John Williams! Back to baseball. I’m a documented Seattle Mariners fan and have experienced a generation of losing that’s going on nearly 20 years without a playoff appearance and just six seasons with a winning record since Lou Piniella left the Pacific Northwest after the 2002 season. Since then, the franchise has been decimated with bad managers and general managers that include the likes of Jack Zduriencik, who was described as “learning on the job” when he was fired in 2015. Yes, there have been times where what felt like a potential winning roster was assembled during this run. With the additions of pitcher Cliff Lee and leadoff hitting infielder Chone Figgins, ESPN’s Mike Greenberg even picked the M’s to make the World Series in 2010. That team completely melted down by June under manager Don Wakamatsu and finished 61-101, by the way. After Zdurencik’s firing, the Mariners brought GM Jerry Dipoto aboard to start the 2016. His first pick with the 11th pick in the MLB June Amateur Draft was an outfielder from Mercer University by the name of Kyle Lewis. Thirty games into his first minor league campaign, Lewis blew out his knee in an injury that left him with a torn ACL and kept him out for the remainder of that season and about half of 2017. However, he returned from the injury for the second half of the 2017 and played very well for Seattle’s Arizona Rookie League affiliate and the Class Advanced A Modesto Nuts with a .740 OPS and seven homers in 49 total games. He put together similar campaigns for the 2018 and 2019 season with the Nuts and Arkansas Travelers. Touted as the future of Seattle’s outfield and the bat to anchor the batting order, Mariners fans were continually fed Lewis’ stats on social media displaying his ability at the plate. However, fans weren’t entirely sure when Lewis would make his appearance in Seattle. I mean, he seemed ready by all accounts. On Sept. 10, 2019, Lew made his MLB debut by going 1 for 3 with a strikeout and a solo home run. The next day he hit a 3-run home run. The day after that he hit another solo home run. In his first 10 games as a big leaguer, Lewis hit six home runs and drove in 12 runs. Yes, it was against inferior pitching. The M’s faced the Cincinnati Reds, Chicago White Sox, Pittsburgh Pirates, and Baltimore Orioles during his first 12 games. Yes, he managed just three hits over his final six games. However, he finished with an OPS of .885 and a 0.3 WAR. Lewis’ call-up energized a floundering Mariners team to a .440 September winning percentage. It was the team’s best month since a .500 April. After he blew up the roster and traded away nearly every veteran from the 2018 season, Dipoto said he was “reimagining” how the team would be assembled and started stockpiling prospects in Double A Arkansas. Lewis was part of the first wave of young talent to be sent up to the big club in 2019 by Dipoto. What is it he sent us? Hope. Read the full article

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MEET THE ARTIST

welcome to my mind. whatever/whomever brought you here, i’m so glad that you are.

my name is jamileth. it comes from the arabic name ‘Jamil’ (جميل) which translates to ‘beautiful.’

fitting.

fitting for my soul and who i am. over the last year, i have truly embraced my name and learned to treasure it and just love the word. it happens to be a great conversation starter. my mama gifted me the name & got the idea from one of her close friends at the time. thank u mami.

if you don’t know me quite too well yet, i am a CRAZY, bubbly person who gets kind of way too low-key/high-key excited about life (it doesn’t take much) and who is excited to share her thoughts with you. i live for vibrancy, laughter, good & positive energy, craziness, silliness, and love above all. i live for moments that are so beautiful that they cannot even be described in words. i live for star gazing, sunrises, and sunsets that leave you in awe. i live for midnight snacks, 3am fast food runs, and all-night talks. i live for dancing in the rain and dancing in the club- that ultra-freedom high that you feel when those lights hit- and those shots you just took. yeah, issa whole vibe. it gives me life for sure. lastly i live for authenticity. in this universe simply just trying to understand itself, we have to remember that we are just tiny, even-smaller-than-microscopic specs. this lifetime is so short that it’s almost hysterical. it’s a joke. it’s really way too short to not order the fries on the side or that milkshake you really want. just get it. do it. life is just too short.

contrary to my name’s origin, i am not arabic (even though it seems as if my name has magically made me match that ethnicity & i get told that i look arabic on the daily.. genealogy test in the works; i’ll get back to you on that). i was actually born in chone, ecuador. it’s a small town on the coast. (if u don’t already know, the most beautiful women are born here ;). i moved to springfield, oregon at the age of 5 and was raised there until age 17, when we spontaneously packed our bags and relocated to fort myers, florida. yeah, pretty cool right. my parents are pretty cool this way. florida is the place that i call home, as it is also the place where i met the love of my life. i also got to live in louisville, kentucky briefly, just shy of a year. and now, i currently reside in queens, new york. i really have fallen in love with this place. while i won’t live here forever, it is yet another chapter of my life. another place to create moments & memories. another place to learn about myself. another place to improve and reinvent. it has all been a beautiful process.

so what do i do besides write? i fly for roughly 100 hours a month (on average) in pressurized metal tubes of course! not only is my life a literal dream (its a whole vibe)--but it also pays the bills.

since my first flight ever at the little age of 5, i knew i wanted to be a flight attendant and future pilot-then-astronaut so i did just that. that’s why i live here in new york for now. currently i have been a flight attendant for a major u.s. commercial airline for about 2 years and am in the process of becoming a pilot. just because i already know what you’re thinking, my favorite place ever is paris. becauseee… paris. duh. if you haven’t been, drop everything and just go. i promise that you won’t regret it.

i also happen to speak spanish, & a little french. up until now, this job has opened my eyes to humanity, simply put. just when i think i’ve seen it all, people from all over this planet, from all walks of life, never cease to amaze me. people really do surprise me in all sorts and types of ways. the good, the bad, the beautiful and ugly, & everything in between of all that.

i am a proud latina, (never forget where you came from- it is part of who you are. blood baby- own that shit). i love singing/music, seeing this beautiful planet we’re on, writing, dancing, running, going to the beach, going for walks, spending time with my boo/family/other loved ones, roller coasters, horror movies, halloween, fries, ice cream, cookies, & laughing. (just to name a few). oh! i’m also writing a book. stay tuned for that.

i really am glad that you’re here. i mean it when i say that i hope that i can move you, and also make you smile with what i have to say.

and as i always love to say- you are unforgettable. don’t forget it.

XOXO- jami