#I need a cleanse…. new era…..

[heynhay]

just saw ur post. UR QUEUED OUT UNTIL MARCH?? HOLY SHIT yesssssss (i very much enjoy ur work)

yes I’m a freak of a different nature

[ssa-dado]

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triathlon!Aaron Hotchner x fleabag!reader Genre: SMUT, pre-relationship mutual pining and just a touch of ♫ LOATHING, UNADULTERATED LOATHING ♫ Summary: You text the hot swim dad for legal help. He shows up in khakis. You try to behave. You fail. He's accidentally jealous of your date, you accidentally grind on his lap, he finishes in his pants, and somehow it’s the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to you. Warnings: SMUT MDNI (heavy makeout, dry humping and *sighs* Aaron creams his pants for just that... the title is descriptive enough), age gap, cuss words, hint of the vile act of female masturbation *pearl clutch*, objectification of the Hotchner body Word Count: 4.9k (damn gurl) Dado's Corner: Based on this request! And... um... full disclosure... I added the glasses part solely because of the cat pic sent by @hotchology, who said this ginger furball is how they imagine Hotch in glasses (LOOK HOW CUUUTE)

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Everything showers.

A sacred rite of modern womanhood.

Takes minimum two geological eras to complete, consumes half the planet’s fresh water, and must be repeated often to remain an eligible mating partner.

Because that’s the whole point of being a woman, isn’t it? To be clean, hairless, glowing, and vaguely vanilla-scented - just fuckable enough for men who think 3-in-1 shampoo counts as skincare.

The concept of an everything shower is… layered. Part hygiene. Part penance. Part psychological rebirth. A full-body cleanse for the sins you haven’t committed yet.

You’ve done them before first dates. Before almost-dates. Before parties, dick appointments, emotional breakdowns, and that one Tuesday when you just needed to check in on her-

(Her. Down there.)

Once, you even did one before visiting your mother. (Unclear whether that was for survival or atonement. Maybe both.)

But never - not even in your darkest, most masochistic imagination - did you think you’d be doing one because of an eviction notice.

Not until today.

Because Aaron Hotchner - a man who should be both physically and emotionally unavailable due to his very, very, veeeery important job saving the world - is apparently not unavailable.

Not when it matters.

Not when it’s least convenient for your nervous system.

…The irony.

All it took was one stupid text. A momentary lapse in dignity. Something he’d probably refer to as “compromised judgment.”

do you happen to know a very cheap lawyer asking for a friend

And instead of his usual three-to-five-business-days reply time, he hits you with:

aaron hotchner (work, no nudes): Are you at home now? – A.H.

And now you’re just a bit overthinking… because how does he know that?

Did the FBI install a secret camera in your pothos plant? Does he have access to some satellite heat map of your apartment? Has he been watching your window? A camera in the air vent?

(Has he seen you trying out that new clear dildo in front of the mirror for “science”?)

(The one time you tried doing yoga and got stuck in child's pose for 40 minutes?)

You don’t know. You don’t want to know.

All you do know is that you are currently fully naked, shaving for a man who:

Has no idea he’s being shaved for, while you’re on speakerphone with him, as he gets closer and closer to your building block because he invited himself into your private space and-

Would absolutely turn around and disappear if he ever caught even a hint of cucumber-scented shaving cream (you borrowed from your roommate) and realized you'd… prepared for him.

Because your “just in case” implies premeditation. And premeditation implies intention. And intention? Intention is basically foreplay.

And foreplay is strictly prohibited outside the sanctity of marriage, a psychological clearance form, and at least three signed affidavits from HR.

He would enter WITSEC on the spot. Change his name. Grow a beard.

(Hot.)

“What’s happening? Are you alright?”

He concernedly asks over the phone - totally unaware (definitely unaware) that every time he checks in on you, he’s poking your very well-buried, very latent daddy issues with a stick.

(Or maybe he keeps asking because he’s the one with daddy issues. Very obvious ones. That classic parented-child energy. Raised himself on black coffee, moral obligation and emotional regret.)

What a match, really. You get off on being cared for, and he gets off on taking care of people he’ll never emotionally open up to.

Soulmates.

Anyway-

“So… my landlord is an asshole and I really hope he gets some very painful hemor-”

Mr. FBI has the audacity to call you by your full legal name before cutting you off with, “This call is being recorded. I’d appreciate it if you refrained from making…” he even pauses, searching for the most delicate phrasing. Because God forbid he doesn’t sound like a morally burdened Disney princess. “explicit threats.”

Oh, you’d appreciate a few things too. Like having his actual number and not the one issued by the United States Government - so you wouldn’t have to worry about scandalizing some poor technical analyst who’ll be forced to transcribe this call word-for-word the second they find his body in a ditch and trace it back to you.

(“Exhibit B: She said, quote, ‘I hope he gets some very painful hemor.’”)

…But you’re not as childish as him to complain about that.

“My bad.”

“It’s alright.” (Can he please stop talking like this?)

“Yeah… I-” Your voice trips. Your face is hot. Your entire body is hotter. “The thing is-”

“I’m listening.” Oh, fuck him. (Please.)

“In short: the building’s falling apart. We’ve been emailing the guy for weeks, complaining, begging, threatening – nicely - and either he forgets to reply or says he’ll fix it and then doesn’t. It’s been an eternity and he still hasn’t done a single fuc-”

Recorded line. Recorded line. God forbid the man has a seizure because of you. “-thing.”

You hear a chuckle on the other end.

You hate phone calls.

You’d choke him if he weren’t safely boxed inside a moving vehicle.

“I said threats. You can curse. I’m not ten.” Oh, he’s smiling. You can hear it. The smug bastard.

“Oh, that I noticed.”

You love phone calls.

If he were here, he would've already hit you with one of those signature stares - intended to intimidate, but really just making you want to lick the corner of his mouth out of pure spite.

But look at you. Free. Untouchable. Doing amazing.

“The thing is, I didn’t pay rent this month. Because they’re still ignoring the repairs. And now they’re threatening to evict me if I don’t pay.”

“That’s retaliatory. It’s illegal.”

“Wait… you’re telling me I’m not screwed?”

“No, they are. You withheld payment due to unaddressed health and safety violations. That’s protected under landlord-tenant statutes,” he says, suddenly shifting into full legalese, something-something code 572, subsection blah-blah, tenant rights, lease clauses-

You don’t hear any of it. Actually, the very second he started speaking fluent Law Daddy, , your brain slammed the emergency brake to focus on the real crisis:

What the fuck are you going to wear.

“Document everything-“

Lace? Bold choice, but post-shave? Masochism. Granny cotton briefs? He’ll never look at you again.

“Photos.”

Tight top, no bra? Risky.

What if he hugs you and feels how obnoxiously hard your nipples are?

(He’s not a hugger. He doesn’t seem like a hugger. Right?)

(Right??)

(But what if he is today?)

(What if he walks in, sees you - top clinging, no heating - and suddenly decides: You know what? Now’s the time. Now’s the moment I become a hugger. Just for her. Just this once. Just to pull her in close, pretend it’s chaste, press his palm between her shoulder blades and - oh fuck - realize it’s not.)

(What if he hugs you and feels it?)

(What if he hugs you and keeps hugging you?)

(What if he grips tighter, his hand slides just a little lower, and his voice does too, right by your ear - “You’re not wearing a bra.”)

(“Neither are you, sir.”)

(And what if that hug turns into a grind, into his thigh between your legs, into lift me onto the kitchen counter and show me what else you know about tenancy law.)

“Emails.”

Loose top, skimpy bottoms? Slutty. Strategic. Respectable slutty. He’d stare at your legs all night.

(He wouldn’t. But you’d know. Which is worse.)

You should lather in coconut oil, just in case.

You should lather in coconut oil anyway – hydration is important to avoid ingrowns (and yes, to smell edible too.)

“Timestamps.”

Tight top, no bra, skimpy bottoms? Too much? Too “I can’t pay the plumber, but maybe I can offer something else...”

(Not that you’ve watched those. Obviously. You’re just… aware of the trope.)

(Not because you spent 30 minutes the other night trying to find the perfect one. And then another 10 skipping the plot because it was too unrealistic, there’s no way the plumber just happens to have lube.)

(Not that you wouldn’t do it for him. But you’re also not going to lower yourself to being a badly lit, lazily scripted fantasy for the male gaze.)

“…If you haven’t already, I’d recommend drafting a written complaint.”

“…Aaron, I don’t even know where to start,” you mutter. “That’s why I asked if you knew a very cheap lawyer.”

“I’m the very cheap lawyer.” For some reason he chuckles, probably it’s because of his own joke, “Don’t worry, we’ll do it together, I’ll be there in fifteen.”

He is not there in fifteen.

He’s “there” after fourty-eight minutes - flustered, apologizing, muttering something about I-395 and a jackknifed delivery truck, which is just adorable, really, coming from a man who’s clearly never taken the bus in heels while bleeding through his jeans, juggling three leaking Trader Joe’s bags, and re-evaluating every life decision since birth.

He’s grumbling about “infrastructure,” all furrowed brows and moral outrage. How sweet.

You, meanwhile, are Frenching the entire Department of Transportation.

You are giving gridlock the kind of wet, eye-contact blowjob that wins awards - because, for once in your adult life, the universe delayed a man just long enough for you to become a person.

Thirty-eight glorious minutes to shave, moisturize, hide the evidence of your emotional instability, light a candle, panic about the candle (too much?), blow it out, light it again (fuck it), rearrange your throw pillows, Febreze your loveseat, and clean your floors so well you briefly consider serving dinner off them - or yourself.

(Also enough time to change outfits four times, reject each one violently, and land on something that screams “Oh, this? Just threw it on,” while whispering: “I shaved everything.”)

You’ve never been more grateful for civic failure.

You look good. Your apartment looks good. You know it smells amazing in here. You know it. You can feel the Pine-Sol particles sparkling off the hardwood.

Any second now, he’s going to say something about it.

He’s going to inhale – deeply - and ask what detergent you use. Compliment your lavender baseboards.

You can feel it coming. You’re ready. You smile. You bask.

Aaron sets down his bag. Unclips it. Opens it. Looks up.

“I printed out the tenancy statutes,” he says, already pulling out an aggressively highlighted stack of documents from the briefcase.

And this would be impressive - should be impressive - if he weren’t wearing a plain black T-shirt that is doing things to his arms. And the khakis. Fucking khakis.

The most indecently decent pants in the entire male wardrobe.

They whisper "suburban dad," but scream "accidental bulge in soft daylight."

Speaking of which, unfortunately, your apartment lighting has never worked harder - midday golden-hour haze bouncing off every freshly scrubbed surface, casting soft shadows and sensual gleam until finally it settles on The Situation.

…Shit.

(Do not look at it.)

(Do not acknowledge it.)

(Do not mentally calculate whether that’s just the way his pants fold or if that’s his dick pressed against the zipper like it also has a clause to deliver.)

(Do notice, however, that he still hasn’t said a single word about how nice your apartment looks. Rude.)

“I flagged the key violations and I added notes on a recent amendment that strengthens your case - you can reference it in your response letter.” His eyes scan the room clearing it for hostiles - except all he really sees is your loveseat. Small. Soft. Close.

And you, in a tank top.

He clears his throat. Adjusts the folder. His gaze flicks back to you – quick, sharp, and immediately redirected to something safer, like the floor.

“Where… should we get set up?” he asks, like he hasn’t already mentally measured the loveseat twice, logged its exact dimensions in his brain, and is currently laser-eyeing the very cushion he’s dying – dreading - to sit on.

“Oh, I don’t know… wherever you’re comfortable.”

He nods - just a touch too seriously - then hesitates. Again. Checks one more time, with those painfully polite eyes: Can I...? Is it alright if...?

(…As if you might suddenly revoke loveseat privileges.)

Then, slowly, he lowers himself onto the cushion. Perches. Occupies the absolute minimum amount of space humanly possible.

If he still had the joint mobility of his youth, you’re convinced he’d just origami himself into a respectful little one-inch cube and tuck into the far corner.

You glance at his shoulders - very broad, deliciously broad, yes - tense, but more at how hard he’s trying not to brush them against yours. What a funny man.

Especially funny because while he's typing up your official letter - like a good little lawyer - he's also letting the conversation drift into a completely unrelated side street.

Unrelated except for the fact that it's all about you.

Like how he “casually” mentions he hasn’t seen you at the pool lately.

The one where he trains and you sit in a cracked plastic cafeteria chair pretending to wait for your friend’s aquatic therapy - when really, you’re mourning every second you’re not legally tethered to the hot dad at swim practice. The hot dad who doesn’t even know he’s the hot dad. (Him. Obviously.)

You go for your friend. Technically.

Spoiler: she’s got two weeks left.

Which means once her sessions are over, you and Aaron will have absolutely no logical reason to ever speak again. No built-in excuse. No default setting.

And now there’s a looming, mutual thing neither of you are acknowledging.

You’re sure there’s a term for this. Something about large mammals afraid of mice and metaphor.

“Yeah, I was in the lane next to your friend’s the other day…” he starts.

“Really?” You pretend you didn’t get fourteen missed calls from said friend, who - when you finally called her back - didn’t even say hi. Just launched straight into: “Burgundy swim cap guy looked up at your seat three times. Three. He looked so sad you weren’t there I had to explain where you were so he wouldn’t drown in longing.”

“Yes… we talked for a bit. She seems very nice…”

Ah.

Interesting choice of words, considering she told you – verbatim - “I can’t believe someone built like a brick shithouse could be that pathetic.”

(She has yet to understand that that is the whole appeal. Him. And that exact contradiction. Him and that-)

“So… how did… your date go?” he asks, pretending to be casual. He’s polishing his glasses against the hem of his shirt, even though they’re already spotless. (You weren’t even aware he needed glasses. Probably neither is the rest of the planet.)

He keeps at it. Rubs one lens. Then the other. Then back again.

You wonder if he’s trying to distract himself. From the question. From the answer.

Your date.

The one that made you miss your friend's call. The one you actually went on. The one that-

“It went well, actually.” It did. Way too well. And that’s the problem.

Because you keep chasing Aaron.

Despite the very obvious fact that nothing will ever happen between you. Because he’s… well, him. And you’re…

A little too young. A little too broke. A little too you.

(And technically if you do the math, you’re closer to his son’s age than his. Just by a few years, sure, but still. Still enough to justify it to yourself out loud, then say it again. And again. Until it starts sounding like a fact.)

It’s just a harmless crush. A stupid little thing. A flicker. A fantasy. A hobby, really.

You have so many of those - men. Smart, emotionally unavailable, vaguely haunted. You collect them like parking tickets: Useless. Repetitive. Always showing up when you least need them. But you keep them. Stack them in a drawer somewhere in your head.

Just in case.

Still, there’s something about this one.

About him.

Aaron.

Aaron in wireframe glasses, almost making you believe in the higher powers he believes in too. (Hopefully not the United States government.)

Aaron with that voice, that jaw, that posture.

Aaron, who says things like “landlord-tenant statute” and somehow makes it sound better than the poetry in those overpriced, niche little books you only buy for the cover, the ones where the author hits enter every four words so it tricks you into thinking they mean something.

And maybe – deep, deep down – it’s because you want to be proven wrong. That someone like him could find goodness in parts of you you’ve already declared a lost cause. That he could look at all the rot and still see something worth saving. Or maybe it’s just easier. Easier to chase something you’ll never catch than turn around and face the things already standing still, arms open, waiting to love you back.

“I’m glad to hear that,” says Deliciously Four-Eyed Aaron, just a little too tight. Tighter than his khakis, which shift and pull every time he readjusts to keep from getting a flat ass on your loveseat.

(What’s wrong, Agent Hotchner? Not expecting it to actually go well? God, you hope that’s why his jaw looks like it’s about to file for divorce from the rest of his face.)

“I don’t know him well,” he adds, clinically. “But… he seems like a nice guy. He’s good at his job.”

Right. Which is rich, coming from the man who literally handed you the guy’s number. And now he’s playing coy?

So what was that, then? A random act of kindness? A stroke of pity? Was it projection? Was it a fever dream?

Did he just reach into the FBI rolodex and go: “Hmm. You’re not under disciplinary review, you own slacks, and your blood pressure is normal. Here, date this emotionally volatile woman I know and I think you might like - she has opinions and abandonment issues, enjoy!

Because Aaron doesn’t do spontaneous. Aaron does strategic. Aaron does 48-hour surveillance and triple-signed documents.

He’s not the guy who improvises. He’s the guy who rehearses his improvisation.

So forgive you if you’re just a little confused by Mr. Times New Roman over here, trying to mentally trace the logic that gets you from “I barely know him” to “you should definitely let him finger you. Only after marriage, though.”

It’s weird. And yet, somehow, that’s not even the most annoying part.

“Good at his job?” you echo, with a laugh that sounds way too close to a cry for help. (Of course. Of course that’s Special Supervising Whatever-the-Fuck Hotchner’s metric for male compatibility. Not empathy. Not emotional availability. Not even basic social literacy. No, job performance. What a catch.) “What are you going to say next, that he’s a good person because he clocks in early and doesn’t steal breakroom coffee?”

“Well,” he says, adjusting his glasses that did not need adjusting, “I can’t vouch for the coffee. But I do see him arrive on time. From my office. If that’s what’s concerning you.”

…Oh. So that’s what this is. We’re flexing now.

Mr. I Have A Window. Mr. I Oversee The Peasants. Mr. Private Office While Everyone Else Plays Hot-Desk Musical Chairs. Mr. Title, Tenure, and a Chair That Supports Both His Spine and His Reluctance to Feel. Mr. I Deserve This Square Footage Because I Ruined My Marriage for the Federal Government.

(You could go on. And on. And on. You won’t. But you could.)

And it’s not even clear who he’s trying to one-up here. The guy he set you up with? Or… you? Both?

Like, “Yes, he’s punctual. Yes, he’s nice. Yes, he’s good at his job. But I define what good is. I’m his boss. Be impressed by me instead. Please. I beg you.”

Okay. Breathe. Relax.

No one invited him to a pissing contest and yet here he is, unzipping his intellectual fly right in the middle of your living room. (Not the fly you wanted unzipped, unfortunately.)

You squint at him. “So what, you show up before everyone else just to watch your little ducklings waddle in behind you? Mother Goose clocking in before sunrise to lead by example and assert dominance?”

He turns toward you. Tilts his head. Makes that face. The one you’ve been craving since the second he walked in.

Eyebrows drawn, mouth slightly open - just enough to spot that one crooked tooth, bless it - an expression that says concerned, confused, and disappointed in your tone, all in one.

“It’s none of that,” he’s dead serious, even if he’s visibly smiling… marvelous. “It’s just respectful to be on time.”

Sure, Agent Hotchner. Tell yourself that while polishing your Employee of the Decade plaque.

“I barely even see my boss at the café. Twice a week, tops. And only after we open.”

Aaron lifts his eyebrows. Shrugs. “I’m not an asshole.”

Then he goes back to typing, pretending he’s not biting the inside of his cheek like the whole thing didn’t get to him.

Like he’s completely unbothered by the idea of some man buying you coffee and making you laugh for two full hours.

Like his knuckles aren’t just a little too tight around that trackpad.

“You know, for someone who just said he’s not an asshole, you sure spend a lot of time trying to prove how much better you are than other men.”

“I’m not trying to prove anything,” he says, softly. Too softly. Like he knows volume would give him away.

And fuck, those eyes.

You can’t look at them too long. You bounce between his face and anything else - your coffee table, the printout, his lap (unfortunately) - because those glasses are giving him four eyes now, and all of them are aimed at your skull, dissecting every micro-expression.

He's a bit suffocating.

“I think what really bothers you,” he says, measured, "is that you’re used to being misread."

You scoff. “Excuse me?” (Bitch.)

"You act like you want to be chased, but only if it feels reluctant. If it's earned. You push people to see if they’ll push back. You turn it into a game because it’s safer that way. If it’s a game, you can pretend you were never serious when they walk away."

Well. Okay. First of all: Rude.

Second of all: Accurate. Horribly accurate.

But also: How dare he.

"And if they don't... if they try to meet you where you are... you push them away first. Just to prove you were right to be afraid" he says - and the bastard even smiles. (Fuck his dimples. Really. Pretentious as hell.) "You punish them for it… and you punish the ones who don’t play, too. Because deep down, you still don’t know which would hurt more."

"Wow," you never thought you'd actually be speechless, and yet - here you are, scrambling for a comeback. Great. "Good thing you said you weren’t trying to prove anything. Otherwise I might’ve gotten confused and assumed you were just showing off." (Good enough. You’ll take it.)

Smarty-pants chuckles under his breath then leans back against your very professional, very structurally unsound loveseat. His knee brushes yours.

You pretend not to notice. He pretends he doesn’t notice you noticing.

"Not showing off, just telling you what you already know."

"Oh, right, because you’re such an expert on me."

"I’m just observant."

"And arrogant." And a fucking hypocrite too.

"And you still looked at my mouth twice." What a who-

Somewhere between your brain screaming full bitch slap, full bitch slap and your hand almost twitching to deliver it… you miscalculate.

You lean in. And instead of bruising his cheekbone, you crash your mouth against his.

Pride - and the stack of feminist books judging you from the bookshelf - insist it’s you who moves first. You believe them. You have to.

Even though his hands are already there - rough and steady, drowning your face in their grip - before you even finish breathing in your half-ounce of courage. Before you really even choose anything at all.

(But sure. Go ahead. Call it empowerment. You’re totally running the show. Girlboss shit.)

You want to bite him. Sink your teeth into that smug, diagnosing mouth. Split his lip. Make him bleed all over the living room he still hasn’t bothered to compliment the smell of. (You’re not petty about it… it’s just an observation.)

But it’s slower instead.

You taste his nerve first, his fear right after.

He’s already halfway to pulling back even as he keeps kissing you - trying to have it both ways - and for a second, you do break apart.

Both pretending you could still undo this. (And also undo all the bullshit he said earlier, profiling you so hard he didn’t even realize he was accidentally outing himself too.)

It doesn’t last.

You crash back into him, sloppier, mouths dragging, missing, gasping, half-kissing, half-clawing at each other as you’re both a little too desperate to land properly.

For a split second, the kiss turns... almost sweet. Tender. Romantic, even.

You could say he’s a good kisser.

You could say he’s a great kisser.

You could say he’s the only man alive who could kiss you stupid and still find a way to remind you to breathe through your nose.

(Like when he notices you getting lightheaded and somehow fixes it without even pulling away... which, not gonna lie, is a little humbling.)

But there’s no time for critical analysis. You’re already shoving him flat onto the loveseat, pinning him down, while he blinks up at you - wide-eyed, flushed, so beautiful it makes your chest hurt.

(And he looks so... concerned. As if he’s realizing just now that there’s absolutely no dignified way to get out of this alive.)

(Good. He shouldn’t.)

There’s tongue.

There’s teeth.

There’s his hands – everywhere - gripping your waist, sliding under your shirt, squeezing the backs of your thighs, pushing your leg higher over him until you can feel - Oh. Oh, he’s hard. He’s so fucking hard.

There’s a muffled noise from the back of his throat that sounds suspiciously like please and you are not thinking about that right now.

And it’s-

God.

It’s filthy. It’s great.

You grind down hard, whimpering shamelessly into his mouth, and he bucks up into you, meeting you halfway with both hands locked around your ass, squeezing so rough you’ll be wearing fingerprints by tomorrow.

(You hope so.)

(You really fucking hope so.)

He helps you move –

Up.

Down.

Slower.

Harder.

Guiding your hips with just enough pressure to make it feel like it’s your idea, finding the rhythm you didn’t know you needed until he gives it to you, forcing you to ride the thick, hard shape straining against his pants-

Just the right angle. Just the right friction.

So perfect it catches your clit every single time, knocks a gasp right out of your throat, straight into his mouth.

You’re soaking through your panties. You’re shaking with it. And it clearly gets to him - God, it wrecks him.

You can feel it - the way he tenses under you, the way his hands clutch harder at your ass, the way his cock throbs against you through the fabric like he’s just barely holding on.

He bites down on your bottom lip, rougher than you expect. Too rough for a man who apologizes when he says fuck.

He holds it between his teeth, sucks it – hard - humming low and filthy against your mouth, so obscene it makes your hips stutter.

Drop.

Just enough to let your soaked cunt drag across the swollen head of his cock.

And when you grind back, slower, tracing right along the thick ridge straining against his zipper, he chokes on a breath.

“God, fuck-”

It tears out of him, raw, as if he’s almost embarrassed by how much pleasure is tangled in it, by how stupidly sincere it comes out of his mouth.

(Also, thank God he didn’t reverse it. If he’d said “fuck, God,” instead, you’re pretty sure he would’ve stopped everything, dropped to his knees, and asked you to drive him to a confessional. Not even a metaphor - actual church. Actual guilt. Actual “forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”)

He tilts his head back, groaning, neck arching against the pillow - exposed, gorgeous - and you completely lose it.

Your tongue drags over his throat, chasing the pulse hammering under his skin, tracing your way back up to his mouth.

He’s so hot. He’s so good. He’s-

…terrified.

"I'm so sorry," he breathes, suddenly sitting up on his elbows. “I-” 

He fumbles. He panics. He stands. Backs away from the couch. From you. Visibly blushing. Visibly mortified.

“I didn’t mean-“

He doesn’t finish the sentence...

…Because he finished in his pants instead.

Poor thing.

You should be a little cruel about it - he was an asshole earlier, after all - but you’re not quite mean enough to kick a wounded 6’2” puppy when he’s already limping. (No pun intended… or maybe-)

"Hey," you murmur, reaching out, curling your fingers around his wrist so he can’t backpedal any further. He flinches. (Not much. Just enough to make you want to kiss him again. Harder this time. Until he flinches worse.)

"It’s okay. It’s-" You almost say sweet - catch yourself just in time, because you’re not trying to get murdered tonight.

"It’s normal," you settle on instead. "It’s flattering. Honestly.” (Also kind of hot. But you’ll take that particular confession to your grave.) “You didn’t... ruin anything."

He still doesn’t look convinced. At all. In fact, he looks like he might apologize again, maybe even draft a formal statement and notarize it.

You scramble. “It’s not a big deal, seriously. Who cares if it was-” (You hesitate for half a second, fatal mistake.) "-like, 30 seconds? Could've been 29, right?!”

…Right.

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(I might've missed someone this time, pls tell me in the comments if your name got lost AAAA sorry in advance)

Little reminder that the requests for fleabag!reader are open!! Ok.. I'll go now. Bye.

[sv3t1ana]

Thinking about Husband!Sukuna with his stupid little wife. (739 words)

Sukuna is a king. Grumpy, ancient, borderline-sadistic, a being whose name alone would send entire nations into panic. He once ruled entire regions with a flick of his clawed finger. Of course, his sanctum still stands with sprawling halls and servants who keep their heads down unless spoken to. His throne has seen more executions than conversations.

And now he’s married to you.

You, his absurd little wife.

The thing is, Sukuna’s interacted with humans his whole life. He’s bathed in their blood, cursed their lineage, swallowed them whole.

But you were something else entirely. You came into his life one day like a raccoon through a doggy door, all chaotic, demanding snacks, and absolutely fucking impossible to get rid of.

-

Like clockwork, he settled into bed beside you after a long day of doing God knows what (Tending to the cursed realm? Massacring a clan?) He sighs, muscles relaxing as he’s pulling the silk covers over his tired frame.

And then his entire body goes rigid.

“I told you─no eating in bed.”

You glance up at him, pout already in place. “But I was hungry earlier.”

He throws the covers back as if they’ve betrayed him. The bed, his bed, is now a wasteland of crumbs, evidence of your rendezvous of whatever snack his era would consider garbage. He stares, expression that of a man who’s just been told his empire was conquered by ants─and that wasn’t really so far off from the truth.

“This is sacred,” he hisses. “This is a fortress of slumber.”

You just crawl into his lap and kiss his cheek, already forgiven in your mind.

He’s slaughtered kingdoms for far less. But for you, he’ll only seethe in silence before getting Uraume to change the sheets.

-

Then there are moments where your behavior is so detrimental to his legacy he begins to question whether binding his soul to yours was truly a wise decision.

“You used an enchanted dagger to open a box of Pop-Tarts?”

You’re sitting cross-legged, happily chewing on a blueberry pastry and barely sparing him a glance. “It was really hard to open, ‘Kuna.”

“That blade was forged in agony. It has been blessed in blood. It howls when drawn.”

“Yeah, it did kinda make a weird noise when I stabbed the foil.”

He’s silent. Processing.

“Anyway, please tell Uraume to get more of this flavor. I don’t like the weird brown sugar ones.”

He mutters something in a dead language as he turns away, mentally tallying the amount of shrines that needed a good burning to cleanse your disrespect. But later that night, you’re asleep in his four arms, legs tangled with his while his cursed energy pulses low and steady around you both like a purring furnace.

And yes, Uraume does return (rather quickly, as per his request) from their next mission with another six-pack of blueberry Pop-Tarts.

-

However, one of his lowest moments was when you finally convinced him, after two whole years, to get a smartphone.

You nearly cried when he unboxed it. He scowled at it like it was a cursed relic. “Foolish woman,” he muttered, trying to press the screen with fingers better suited for ripping out ribcages.

-

One day, post-battle and freshly showered with his wet hair cascading down his back, you did the mistake of saying his hair looked slay.

“…Who must I slay?”

“No no, slay, like, slay queen.”

“There is no queen. She has been devoured for centuries.”

You just giggle, pressing kisses into his chest.

-

And then there’s the drama recaps you give him.

You’ll sit beside the King, dressed in one of his ancient robes, face deadly serious as you recount the horrors of online beef.

“…So she soft-launched her situationship with the dude who used to date her sister, but then her sister hard-launched a new guy like five minutes later. Twitter was in shambles.”

Sukuna stares at you like you’ve just spoken in tongues even he doesn't know.

“Bring me this ‘Twitter.’ I shall slaughter him myself.”

-

But despite everything, the memes, the crumbs, the cursed dagger Pop-Tarts, and your insistence on calling him “babygirl” when he walks into the chambers shirtless, he adores you.

His chaos gremlin.

His wife.

He may rule over death, but only you rule over him.

It wasn’t even two weeks after the phone arrived that he looked you dead in the eyes and said,

“You burnt the cookies, woman. I ratioed you.”

You blinked. He blinked in response.

He’ll fold for you every time. Even if you eat hot chips in bed again or call him “my little meow meow” in front of the servants.

He’s yours.

So fully, tragically, and unironically yours.

more husband!Sukuna hcs here

[1-up-chump]

Yes yes YES!!! Bi-han is not evil he is so unfathomably DEPRESSED as a character bc essentially? He's like if hanzo got the bad ending and let the spirit scorpion consume him with vengeance and destroy all who he was, is, and will be.

Even if bi-han could not fully be rid of this curse, at least let him TRY??? at least have other characters acknowledge this? Esp kuai like poor baby just wants his brother back and not corrupted by all sorts of evil magiks

Wish I was more eloquent to make this post, but It continues to infuriate me how mortal kombat as a franchise has completely fumbled the bag on recognizing Bi-Han as the immense, gut wrenching point of tragedy that he should be. 

By all accounts, he’s someone who's been denied any real semblance of meaningful choice throughout his entire life. He’s someone that was kidnapped as a child by what is ostensibly a cult, and made to do their bidding lest he be killed or worse. Then he’s murdered only to be denied freedom in death.

I think it’s in the original game’s endings where he mentions intending to leave, but then that brings to mind the question of why hasn't he done so sooner? He’s certainly capable enough to do so, even with the threat of being hunted down by the Lin Kuei for abandoning them. Did he stay for Kuai Liang? Could he even stomach the mere idea of leaving him behind? Was he afraid to risk his safety in either case; that he would die too if they left together, or that he’d be used as a bargaining chip to claw Bi-Han back if he went alone.

Do you think it ate at him knowing he was the only thing standing between Kuai Liang and the full brunt of the Lin Kuei’s manipulation and coercion? That for the longest time he was one of the only sources of genuine love and kindness in his life? 

Do you think the Grandmaster held that over his head? 

Maybe that’s why it was him chosen to retrieve the map of elements and later Shinnok’s amulet, he was the best they had because he couldn’t afford to not be.

And even then, when he did get a chance, and chose to do the right thing by stopping Shinnok and Quan Chi, he’s punished for it. A man already denied so much of his autonomy has it stripped further away until he’s nothing more than a mindless pawn. Further still, I have to wonder, was his line to Kuai Liang in mk9; that they share blood, but are not brothers, another layer of Quan Chi’s twisting of his mind to his own means—to drive a wedge between him the brother he held on for, the one person he knew truly cared—to twist the knife further for daring to delay his and Shinnok’s plans? Noob Saibot’s too cartoonish, often too over the top, practically intoxicated in how evil he is (or at least that's how his writing comes off) to be a genuine expression of Bi-Han. I wonder if some semblance of him remains trapped and vaguely conscious under that dark veneer, forced to watch himself lose what little he had left.

And even if he had survived, then what? He likely would’ve been cyberized as well, probably even killed like nearly everyone else in mk9, and turned into one of Quan Chi’s undead lackeys anyhow. It’s as if fate (doylist: I know it’s the writers…) won’t let him simply be… him.

I’d bet that when Kuai Liang remade the Lin Kuei after destroying the cyber initiative, he wanted it to be something that—if he could be so fortunate as to have his brother back—was kind enough for Bi-Han to truly call home.

[jyndor2]

okay forGET the pre-andor cassian backstory being stolen from us, whatever. EVEN with the kenari backstory, even with ferrix, IT MAKES NO SENSE for cassian to "need" someone else to make him commit to the rebellion.

jesus christ just age his ass down in s1 to 16 or 17, have all of these arcs occur shortly after he joins up for real (17-19) and then it sort of works better.

the cassian we see is EXHAUSTED. holding on desperately to hope because he has been following orders, orders when he knows they're wrong as jyn says, for so long that he has to literally have a DEEPLY pivotal moment in the eadu rain to cleanse him of his "sins" and tranform into a new man, a man who rejects orders when he thinks they are wrong. THAT is why that scene is so powerful! because everything about cassian in rogue one leading up to that moment screams exhaustion and desperation.

it's bad enough that with the retcons in s1, cassian is basically a middle class guy (even if he is a refugee) talking down to a literal former child soldier who is homeless at 16, who has been let down by the rebellion time and again. for him to do that when he is supposedly way older than jyn when he FINALLY commits to the rebellion?

forget how insulting it is to have bix caleen, a literal crack comms girlie and mechanic (both skills that are seriously necessary in revolutions), basically play housewife the whole season except when she's being sexually assaulted, getting high and randomly having her girl boss 2015 era bad bitch scene that makes NO sense for her either. but to have CASSIAN, a literal indigenous refugee of genocide "need" to have anyone else explain to him the necessity of revolution (aka s1) or to have anyone force him to commit to revolution is not only insulting, it DOES NOT TRACK WITH ROGUE ONE AT ALL.

it turns him into a guy who actually is completely wrong for snapping back at jyn on eadu. in the scene, they are both wrong and both right - and they are lashing out in a moment of vulnerability and honesty. it should be a massive payoff after 24 episodes of a cassian andor prequel.

i'm not worried about MY enjoyment of rogue one after andor because i'm in the rogue one fandom - ignoring dumbass canon is like rule #1 of this fandom lmfao. i can handwave and ignore a lot of nonsense. and I will - already to me this shit is cassian as a teenager, fuck it. but I wonder if when andor fans begin to do the marathons of andor into rogue one, if we might start to hear more conflicting feelings on how smooth the transition from the show to the film is.

there are people who have never seen rogue one and who are waiting to watch it when andor ends. i mean i feel for them tbh because i doubt the payoff is actually going to work as well as it did pre-andor.

jyn and cassian are the heart of rogue one. i happen to think that it is a love story, as it clearly was always INTENDED to be one, but even if someone doesn't think that... it's clear their relationship is the core of rogue one. unless the final arc sticks the landing and jyn erso starts to haunt the narrative again (because where the fuck has her presence been in s2??? s1 had her all over it) i feel like the sudden connection between jyn and cassian is gonna come out of left field for more casual viewers of rogue one after andor.

i still have not finished this arc but i will be tonight. and im sure im gonna be mad lol

[dysthoepiadaily]

I'm seeing discussion about this tour being Dan and Phil using it as a final swan song, like they meant to with interactive introverts, and the idea is silly because Dan has literally talked about how he doesn't want to end it, and how he's been working towards keeping his work life more sustainable, and being careful about not overworking, as they were doing from 2011 to 2017.

I think TIT is more meant to be a celebration of the good, the bad, and the ugly of their careers, and about starting anew (all sins will be cleansed or whatever Dan said). A new, healthier era, where there is more honesty, but also more mutual respect between them and their audience. They can be honest, but they don't need to give us everything. We can watch them and speculate, but won't demand more from them than they're willing to give. It won't be "giving the people what they want", it'll be a death of that era, and the start of a new one.

[khankuot]

For all who ask “What is the passion of this one” here is my Passion my attempt to create true and just ordered freedom just as I have ordered Chaos in my soul here is my life's work.

The Kolossolist Manifesto

Draft 1.0 – In the Name of Unity, Insight, and Ascension

Preamble:

We, seekers of a new order, recognize that humanity has failed to live truly free, just, and enlightened lives—lost in distraction, ego, and fear of the unknown.

We reject the illusion that blind masses or isolated tyrants can lead the way to truth.

Instead, we proclaim the dawn of a new era—guided by wisdom, strengthened by knowledge, nurtured through spirituality, and secured by order.

I. The Imperator – Guardian of Order

The Imperator is not a king by blood, but a leader by clarity.

He is the first among equals, the voice of order—not its owner.

His power is vast, but not absolute—the Council of Watchers may remove him if he strays from the path of truth.

Successors are chosen, not elected—for truth is not opinion, but insight.

II. The Pillars of the People

1. Equality in Survival:

Food, water, shelter, education—these belong to none, yet are owed to all.

2. Freedom in Aspiration:

Those who create more may have more—but never so much as to enslave others.

3. Duty in Community:

Each gives what they can and receives what they need—discipline is not force, but devotion to the future.

III. Science and Magic – Twin Flames of Understanding

Magic is not fantasy—it is the unexplored half of nature.

All that works can be understood—through formula or ritual.

True science fears no mystery—it explores even where reason hesitates.

IV. Faith as a Free Flame

No one shall be forced to believe—but no one may use belief to enslave.

Religion is a path, not a prison.

Gods bear many names—but their light is one.

V. The Death of Corruption

Those who betray the community for greed forfeit their right to it.

Corruption is no mistake—it is chosen destruction, and shall be answered with erasure.

VI. Cultural Cleansing – Not by Fire, but by Light

We do not destroy cultures—we break their chains.

What celebrates life shall be preserved.

What oppresses life shall be transformed.

VII. The Movement is More Than the Moment

Kolossolism is not merely a state—it is a path.

It does not end in victory—it begins in everyone who seeks truth.

Our aim is not control, but awakening.

Final Word:

I, the First Planned Imperator, am not perfect.

I am only a human who sees that there must be more than what is.

Kolossolism is my attempt to shatter the chains of the old world—not through hatred, but through clarity.

May it grow, evolve, and outlive me—as long as it lifts the human above the beast, and the spirit above the dust.

For Light. For Order. For Ascension.

PS: I may plan to be the first leader of this system and yes I must be honest I am weak to pride and Greed for power but I hope you believe me that I only wish power to help, I want power not for me but for the world so that my system may bring us closer to orderd freedom.

[kyunghwannie]

Have you seen the teaser for the new album of twice? What do you think the concept will be? I hope it's a summer concept like dance the night away and alcohol free.

And Tzuyu and Sana the only 2 wearing long socks do you think it's spoiler for duo projects in the future?

OH. MY. GOD.

TWICE’s 4th FULL ALBUM: “FOUR” TEASER GOT ME SQUEALING IN PILLOW and I’m currently writing this from the floor because my soul left my body and is now dancing barefoot in a sparkly field somewhere in Jeju.

I saw the teaser and immediately had to sit down before my knees filed for divorce. 4️⃣x9️⃣? Baby, that’s 36 reasons to lose my sanity and feel things I shouldn’t in public.

TWICE didn’t drop a teaser—they dropped a full-course thirst trap with a side of glitter and long socks.

I’m not okay. I’m sweaty. And I may have moaned at my phone.

God help me when the actual MV drops.

Let’s talk about that teaser, okay??

The colors? DEEP BLUE? SEXY SUAVEEEE. The vibes? TO ME, IT IS GIVING SASSY SUAVE

The aura? Powerful enough to reset my depression.

I swear, the moment I saw the teaser, I could hear the faint echoes of "Dance the Night Away" and "Alcohol-Free" whispering in the wind like TWICE is about to serve us another fruity, glitter-filled cocktail of bops that make you wanna wear sunglasses indoors and start dancing under a beach umbrella in your bedroom.

Now, I don’t wanna jump to conclusions but…

IS THIS A SUMMER CONCEPT?!

Because if it is, I’m shaving my head, wearing a lei, and throwing a luau in the name of TWICE. This is not a drill.

Give me sparkling ocean water aesthetics, give me fruity drinks, give me Tzuyu winking while the camera lens fogs up from sheer beauty. I’m READY. I was born to suffer and melt under a TWICE summer comeback. My body is 80% water and 20% need-for-another-TWICE-banger.

But i feel like it may be more of a mature (not sexual) but suave and groove type

BUT—TZUYU AND SANA IN LONG SOCKS??

Now listen… Listen.

JYPE doesn’t do anything by accident or sometimes do.

That’s a possible lore drop or just hoax.

You’re telling me the only TWO members wearing long socks are Tzuyu the deer princess and Sana the chaos queen?

My theory?

Subunit. No? Duo project? Yes. JYPE Isn't PLEDIS which make duo sub unit like JxW (Jeonghan and Wonwoo) or HxW (Hoshi and Woozi) or WxM (Wonwoo x Mingyu). JYPE may do it for long term or just a project

We’re talking “Long Sock Line,” maybe?

S.T. Duo? (Sana & Tzuyu?)

Or maybe it stands for "Sock Teasers" because they know they just gave us a hint of something bigger and left us screaming in the group chat. Either way—I’m not surviving if we get a seductive, elegant, and chaotic Tzuyu & Sana unit. Like, what kind of emotional taxes are we about to pay?!

In conclusion:

I’M LOSING IT. I’M READY. I’M SCARED. I’M LOVED.

TWICE’s “FOUR” is coming EVEN SVT'S "HAPPY BURSTDAY" 5th FULL ALBUM IS COMING TOO ON MAY 26 and I don’t know what the theme is exactly, but I already know it’s gonna wreck me, uplift me, cleanse my aura, and destroy my bank account all in one go.

I hope you all are preparing spiritually, emotionally, and financially because the girls are about to drop an era that’s going to burn brighter than the summer sun—and possibly hint at world domination.

Stay strong, ONCE.

And hydrate. The TWICE drought is over, and we’re about to be FLOODED.

[sternentreue]

@pixiedurango's Antivan Postal Service delivered a letter all the way from Minrathous to Treviso! This is Enzo's answer to Cara's letter, set up post game. Enjoy!

Transcript under the cut:

Dearest sister,

thank you for support, but you don’t have to, really (tell Lucanis he finally needs to put that guilt to rest, he has repaid it multiple times). Things are finally starting to look up in Minrathous (as best as it can get here). Since Archon Pavus officially took office, reconstruction efforts in the city and especially in Dock Town have rapidly increased. He released extra funds to provide food and shelter for the poorest and the new tax reform, effective immediately, already improved life for most citizens. Most I say, of course the richest magisters complain about it and there are still uprisings here and there. I’m sure you have heard. So money isn’t the issue, it’s time and resources.

Neve is working tirelessly to find people that have been reported missing during the siege, although I fear that most of them are dead, but she insists (don’t ask me where that new optimism is coming from, might be my bad influence). I also have my hands full here. I have been hunting for scattered Venatori with Tarquin - the lad turned out to be good company when he can leave the books and archives behind and trade them for a sword and I think he finally swallowed his grudge against us. He also seems rather pleased that we are tasked with cleansing the templar order from corrupted members. To no one’s surprise there is a huge overlap between the Venatori and the latter. We are not allowed to kill them, however, they are supposed to get a fair trial. Pity.

Anyway, enough with the politics, the most important news: we adopted a cat! The repairs on the cat café are going well and some cats took a liking to us, especially Neve. The little one followed us home one day and refused to leave, so we took her in and she just stayed. I wanted to call her Frosty, but Neve is sceptical. I wonder if she will be as indecisive on names when it’s time to talk about our own children. Not that I have been thinking  Please forget you’ve read that, I’m too lazy to start anew.

Our apartment is coming along, too, even if slowly. There is still a lot to do, of course. Our main focus right now is making the city somewhat habitable, so we just fall into bed every night and don’t use it much, yet (the apartment, not the bed, sicko). Which is by the way the only thing we have so far - a bed. And two chairs and a table, but that’s more than most people have in Dock Town. Did you know Neve almost broke up with me about this? I offered to pay for the place and she didn’t talk to me for a whole week. Called me a rich prick! There’s a first time for everything. She feels guilty that we have the means to even have a place of our own, but I didn’t forget that she lost everything, too. I have all these savings rotting in the bank of Antiva, how else should I spend them, if not on us? But she finally accepted it, I think, slowly. One step at a time, like you said.

So you can tell there is still a lot to do before Minrathous will be the same as before, though it never will be to be honest, which is good! I wonder what this means for our future but I do know that I’m going to stay here. I miss Antiva, terribly, but I can’t go back to being a Crow, not after everything that happened, and not with the people that rely on me here now. My skills are put to good use within the Threads and of course there’s Neve. I can’t let her down, not a second time. I hope you understand. I hope Viago will understand, too. I haven’t told him yet and I pray that he has stopped frisking your letters or this will be my last to you. I don’t know how to tell him, for now I keep hiding in Tevinter but at some point he will send for me to reveal his portentous plans. I too have a feeling that he’s up to something, now that the Antaam are gone and there’s somewhat peace. And I fear that this new era will also bring some infighting among the houses. There’s currently a lot of attention on our house and I don’t like it. Be safe, not everyone is well-disposed to us.

Which reminds me, how are the preparations for Lucanis’ inauguration ceremony coming along? I hope you’re going for a big masquerade, I miss those! And of course I also miss the parties you mentioned, we could have one after, a private one with only friends! Show these lightweights a true Antivan booze-up. Remember that one time we ran out of wine and had to sneak into Viago’s private wine cellar? I think Teia saved our asses back then, as she always does. I miss her, please give her a hug from me!

Anyway, I am looking forward to your visit! And I gladly take you up on your offer to send some goods from home. I’d appreciate anything that’s not fried fish and bad coffee to be honest, anything that you can get your hands on that’s not too expensive or inconvenient to bring along (though you know me, chocolate is the fastest way to my heart). 

I’m leaving Treviso in your capable hands. Say hello to Lucanis from me, please!

Yours, Enzo (annoy Viago from me or he’ll get dull)

PS: Neve asked me to attach some of her case notes leading to Treviso, maybe you can give her some insights on any strange occurrences if you find any.

[probablyfunrpgideas]

I love a good machine cult. We need more machine cults. Play a warlock whose patron is some sort of mech! The metal figure has been lying buried in the rocky hill for a thousand years. Storytellers in Bakhtiar's village told him that it was a mighty warrior from a bygone age, turned to gold and steel after it slew the world-ending beast of the fallen star. As a youth, Bakhtiar would go with his mother to do three rituals each year: the rite of Diagnosis, the rite of Cleansing, and the rite of Recharge. Strange power containers borrowed from their great defender kept the town hall warm all winter, and Bakhtiar loved to see the mysterious lights that came alive when the rites were complete.

One year, the world seemed to go mad as a falling star appeared in the sky. A new beast was approaching, to destroy all other life. Despite the villagers' prayers and pleas, the warrior remained asleep - but Bakhtiar saw new symbols of light emerging. If there is a Rite of Awakening, it must be hidden in some lost archive of the forgotten era. Bakhtiar's developing magic and half-understood gadgets will help him find it... or the world will surely end.

[pastorprevon]

Matthew Chapter 3 focuses on John the Baptist and the baptism of Jesus. Here are some key facts: John the Baptist's ministry: John preached repentance and baptized people in the Jordan River, preparing the way for Jesus. John's message: He called people to repentance, warning of judgment and the need for fruit worthy of repentance. Jesus' baptism: Jesus was baptized by John, and the Holy Spirit descended upon him in the form of a dove. God's voice: After Jesus' baptism, God's voice from heaven said, "This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased." This chapter highlights the beginning of Jesus' public ministry and the recognition of his identity as God's Son.

Some other key points in Matthew Chapter 3 include: John's hesitation: John initially hesitated to baptize Jesus, recognizing Jesus' sinlessness and his own unworthiness. The significance of baptism: Jesus' baptism marked the beginning of his public ministry and served as a symbol of his identification with humanity. The Trinity: The baptism of Jesus is often seen as a manifestation of the Trinity, with God the Father speaking, Jesus being baptized, and the Holy Spirit descending. This chapter sets the stage for Jesus' ministry, emphasizing his humility, obedience, and divine identity.

Elizabeth, the mother of John the Baptist, had a significant family relationship. According to the Bible (Luke 1:36-40), Elizabeth was a relative of Mary, the mother of Jesus. The exact nature of their relationship isn't specified, but it's often interpreted as Elizabeth being Mary's cousin or aunt. This relationship is notable because it highlights the connection between John the Baptist and Jesus, emphasizing their shared roots and the significance of their ministries.

According to Matthew 4:17, Jesus began preaching, saying, "Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near." The reason for repenting, as mentioned in this verse, is the nearness of the kingdom of heaven. In this context, repentance means turning away from sin and toward God. Jesus' message emphasizes that the kingdom of heaven is imminent, and people need to prepare by changing their ways and following God's will.

According to Matthew 3:6-8, people were confessing their sins and being baptized by John the Baptist. The key aspect present in their lives before baptism was: Confession of sins: People were acknowledging and confessing their sins (Matthew 3:6). Fruit worthy of repentance: John the Baptist emphasized the need for people to produce fruit worthy of repentance, indicating a change in behavior and a genuine turning toward God (Matthew 3:8). These elements highlight the importance of genuine repentance and a willingness to change one's ways before receiving baptism.

John the Baptist was baptizing people in the Jordan River, specifically at Bethany Beyond the Jordan (also known as Bethany on the other side of the Jordan) and possibly other locations along the river. Matthew 3:5-6 and John 1:28 mention the Jordan River as the site of John's baptisms. ohn the Baptist's baptism was a: Water baptism: John baptized people in the Jordan River, using water as a symbol of cleansing and repentance. Baptism of repentance: John's baptism was focused on preparing people for the coming Messiah, emphasizing the need for repentance and a change of heart. John's baptism was distinct from other Jewish rituals and was seen as a unique call to spiritual preparation and renewal.

Matthew 3:11, John the Baptist said that Jesus would baptize with: The Holy Spirit: Jesus would baptize people with the Holy Spirit, which would be a different kind of baptism from John's water baptism. Fire: Some interpretations suggest that the "fire" mentioned in this verse refers to the refining or purifying work of the Holy Spirit. This baptism with the Holy Spirit would empower believers and mark a new era in Jesus' ministry.

Matthew 3:16-17, after John the Baptist baptized Jesus and the heavens opened, the following events occurred: The Spirit of God descended like a dove and landed on Jesus. A voice from heaven, God's voice, said, "This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased." This event marked a significant moment in Jesus' life, affirming his identity as God's Son and the beginning of his public ministry.

[1galaxia369]

LEO RISING ♌️

❤️ Timeless Reading ❤️

For my lovely Leo risings, I see that you're at a beautiful point in your life. You have been handed support and abundance by the universe, she has been favoring you. It's for a reason, you have a lot coming in and your purpose and soul fullfilment is prominent for this new journey. Your spirit guides need you to be prepared because once this starts coming in there's no turning back and no going back to your comfort habits and coping mechanisms. They're trying to teach you to be intentional with everything you do. You're on the right track, I need to clap yourself and be proud of yourself. You learned your lessons and overcame some tough stuff, that's admirable. Now I see that you're having trouble with the "what next?"

Your ancestors are at work right now. You have things to do in the meantime though, you're worrying about what to do next and the tasks that you have been saying you were going to do are sitting there undone. All those creative skills you have and are planning to use to achieve your goals need to be worked on more. Your Spirit team is working to arrange and bring forth a lot of opportunities for you in the meantime perfect those skills, have some fun,do some soul searching, spend time in nature, unblock those chakras. You have an abundance of things to do that will heal and make you better. Worrying about what next is showing that you're not focusing on the right things and that will lead to self doubt and procrastination.

I see love coming for you, alot of peace and balance and harmony in relationships. You successfully removed all the negative people from around you and now the people that are in your life are bringing harmony and support. You have people that love you and are stepping up to support you, I'll suggest trusting that, use discernment but still trust. I'm seeing boss energy coming in for you, I see a lot of Mr/Ms "I don't play that shit". I love that for you guys! Stop accepting peoples bullshit and stand up, who cares if they think your being cocky or acting like your better than them. You have to take care of your self FIRST before anyone else. Self love is choosing to do right by yourself regardless of what people say or how they feel. You know what you want/need and you took the time out to learn yourself. You learned your own love language and do all the things you need to be happy and feel loved…for yourself. This is what the universe wanted and now you’re about be rewarded for your hard work and self improvement.

I understand your restlessness at this moment but that energy needs to be put into something else. I already told you about your neglect towards your creative endeavors and skills. Get on that. It will lead to something, go revisit them and review those old plans and mood boards and journal entries. Get your stationary and start your revision and rewrite things it'll be better now that you have more information and a better idea of what you want. The universe is about to open doors to fulfillment and you need to be ready for it, practice meditation and breathing, you need to maintain a sound mind, clean from clutter. The field is cleared and I can see the gears turning but you need something to direct that energy into something hence why suggested to you to go look back at your goals. There's no confusion or illusion, you're creating that yourself and it'll throw you off we need some creative focus right now. Congratulations again on doing away with the bull shit. Enjoy your "We only entertain peace" era.

I recommend Carnelian,Amethyst,celestite, smoky quartz,rainbow flourite. Aura cleansing is needed, egg cleanses are good, go see a practitioner for one good cleanse(you don't have to tho), Try putting florida water into a spray bottle to help with quick cleansing. Crown chakra and third eye needs some attention. Stay away from people that drain you.

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[female-malice]

What Hamas Wants

First, there is Hamas’s notorious charter, a Frankensteinian amalgam of the worst anti-Semitic conspiracy theories of the modern era—the very same that have motivated numerous white-supremacist attacks in the United States. “Our struggle against the Jews is very great and very serious,” the document opens. “It needs all sincere efforts … until the enemy is vanquished.” The charter goes on to claim that the Jews control “the world media, news agencies, the press, publishing houses, broadcasting stations, and others.” According to Hamas, the Jews were “behind the French Revolution, the Communist revolution and most of the revolutions we heard and hear about,” as well as World War I and World War II. The charter accuses Israel of seeking to take over the entire world, and cites as proof the most influential modern anti-Semitic text, The Protocols of the Elders of Zion, a Russian fabrication that purports to expose a global Jewish cabal.

“Israel will exist and will continue to exist until Islam will obliterate it,” Hamas declares in its credo. “The Day of Judgement will not come about until Muslims fight the Jews.” In case anyone missed the point, the document adds that “so-called peaceful solutions and international conferences are in contradiction to the principles of the Islamic Resistance Movement.” In 2017, Hamas published a new charter, but pointedly refused to disavow the original one, in a transparent ruse that some respectable observers nonetheless took at face value.

In any case, Hamas communicated its genocidal intentions not just in words, but in deeds. Before it took control of Gaza, the group deliberately targeted Jewish civilians for mass murder, executing scores of suicide bombings against shopping malls, night clubs, restaurants, buses, Passover seders, and many other nonmilitary targets. Today, this killing spree is widely blamed for destroying the credibility of the Israeli peace movement and helping derail the Oslo Accords, precisely as Hamas intended. And it did not stop there. Since the group took power in Gaza, it has launched thousands of rockets indiscriminately at nearby civilian towns—attacks that continue at this very moment and that have boosted the Israeli right in election after election.

Hamas’s anti-Jewish aspirations were evident not only from its treatment of Israelis, but from its treatment of fellow Palestinians. Despite being the putative sovereign in Gaza and responsible for the well-being of its people, Hamas repeatedly cannibalized Gaza’s infrastructure and appropriated international aid to fuel its messianic war machine. The group boasted publicly about digging up Gaza’s pipes and turning them into rockets. It stored weapons in United Nations schools and dug attack tunnels underneath them. (Contrary to what you might have read on social media, Gaza does have underground shelters—they are just used for housing Hamas fighters, smuggling operations, and weapons caches, not protecting civilians.)

When dissenting Gazans attempted to protest this state of affairs and demanded a better future, they were brutally repressed. Hamas has not held elections since 2006. In 2020, when the Gazan peace activist Rami Aman held a two-hour Zoom call with Israeli leftists, Hamas threw him in prison for six months, tortured him, and forced him to divorce his wife. Why? Because his vision of a shared society for Arabs and Jews, however remote, was a threat to the group’s entire worldview. Jews were not to share the land; they were to be cleansed from it.

Simply put, what Hamas did two weekends ago was not a departure from its past, but the natural culmination of its commitments. The question is not why Hamas did what it did, but why so many people were surprised. Israel’s prime minister, Benjamin Netanyahu, quick to discern anti-Semitism in any effort to merely label Israeli products from West Bank settlements, somehow overlooked the severity of the genocidal threat growing next door. Journalists like me who cover anti-Semitism somehow failed to take Hamas’s overt anti-Jewish ethos as seriously as we should have. Many international leftists, ostensibly committed to equality and dignity for Palestinians and Israelis alike, somehow missed that Hamas did not share that vision, and in fact was actively working to obliterate it.

Today, in the ashes of the worst anti-Jewish violence since the Holocaust, some analysts have admitted their error of sanitizing Hamas. “It’s a huge mistake that I did, believing that a terror organization can change its DNA,” the former Netanyahu national-security adviser Yaakov Amidror told The New York Times. Others on the left have clung to their tortured conception of Hamas as a rational resistance group, despite it having been falsified by events. Perhaps some fear that acknowledging the true nature of Hamas would undermine the struggle for Palestinian self-determination. But in actuality, it is the refusal to disentangle Hamas’s anti-Jewish sadism from the legitimate cause of Palestinian nationalism that threatens the project and saps its support.

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[malkahpariyz]

The Spiritual Isolation Cleanse 🙏🏽🧎🏽‍♀️🤲🏽 💕

Isolation Breeds Transformation: Imagine A Period of Isolation That Included God.

I have created a guideline for a spiritual lifestyle change. This outline of guided faith activities can help you reset your life, increase communication and understanding with God, and totally transform you spiritually. No matter what denomination you are.

You may have been feeling drained or stuck lately. I have created this spiritual guide for those of you that are struggling in life and need refreshment or a reset.

Let God be your refuge and healer.

(I have also included visuals for you to download to your photo library or print out.)

The Spiritual Cleanse Outline & Tips

Remember: This cleanse is a mix of various daily activities to be sustained for at least 90 days. Also, all outside and nature time should be spent in safe and secure environments.

Here is the spiritual isolation cleanse outline…

I only have two golden rules :

☀️ You must do this for 90 days, because 90 days creates a habit. A whole year creates a lifestyle. Try it.

☀️ The only thing you can drink is water or coconut water (if not a raw vegan/alkaline smoothie). You may fancy up your water with some natural resources like date syrup, fruits, floral teas, vegetables etc. (I will allow those who indulge in sparkling water to do so, but it must be plain, if you want to add flavor you will have to do that the natural way)

🐛 Nurture yourself now so that you’re lacking in nothing for your butterfly era. It’s coming sooner than you think. Prepare yourself to blossom elegantly. 🦋

Tips: make this fun! Invest in your faith and purchase a new Bible, Bible highlighters, faith based journals, and anything else that may aid you in your journey. Rearrange some things in your life as well, clean up your room and create a prayer space or change your schedule to fit your new faith practices. Make this experience a new and exciting experience for you no matter how small the gesture.

𝐒𝐍: I have included a schedule template for you to create your own schedule with and some tips to make your spiritual cleanse even more effective. Also I have made a little bingo like game you can use to find new activities to do during the cleanse. Even if you don’t typically do any of the things in the bingo chart just give it try for a day !! 🥰

I HAVE ALSO LINKED BELOW SOME AFFORDABLE SUPPLIES YOU CAN USE DURING YOUR AT-HOME SPIRITUAL RETREAT 🩷📚🙏🏽 (sn: these supplies are mainly for Hebrew scripture based religions/denominations… let me know if you guys would like me to provide specific supplies for your specific denominations, and I will happily do so and update the post)

- The Modest Blog 💕

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FKA Twigs Pop Up Store thoughts....

I've been wondering why does she do these pop up events where you can buy her "Legacy" aka. her clothes, jewlery and other items.

I kept thinking about it and doesn't she want to save those things for herself or her family. But today whilst viewing her insta story I had this thought that it's giving me vibes off I don't need/ want to save these things because their not gonna get passed down to someone. These obviously are only my speculations and I don't know her irl. Another thought was that it's also giving cleansing ritual, letting go of these items as symbols from past selfs. (also it's giving gurl u won't be seeing me with a child, lol)

And sometimes when I think about this current Eusexua era, which feels like she's giving everything she has to us, it's like look I created this big body of art let me shared it with you which somehow feels so new of her but also not.

I know it's gonna be good it's such a different sound but still Twigs. Also this era feels so idk tough girl esque, the aura is power.

[oceansmotion]

New Story Blog & New Challenge Idea

I came up with a new challenge for Sims 2 called the Test of CC challenge and with that, decided to start a separate blog where I post my sim stories. If you're interested in that sort of thing, you can read them here.

The challenge is to start with vanilla game and work your way to modern era CC, as a way to appreciate old CC and remember how far creators have come!

Interested in the challenge? Read the rules below!

The Test of CC/Bygone Eras Challenge

Most people have heard of the Test of Time challenge, which got me thinking about bygone eras….of CC! So I came up with this challenge to dust off the CC of yesteryear and play the way Simmers of old used to.

The goal of this challenge isn't to be restrictive or particularly difficult, the goal is to simply revisit all that old CC and mods that were popular way back in the day; start from vanilla and eventually get to the modern age of custom content and modding. This challenge can easily be played alongside a lepacy but is not required.

Every generation includes 2 full years of CC and mods to browse through starting from the game's release. You can play however you want to, you can start with a premade hood in a premade family, you can make your own founders, play rotationally or legacy, you can even try to find one of the oldest custom hoods ever made, it doesn't matter, that part is up to you :) I've also included some optional goals for each generation.

Generation 1 - The Founders

Vanilla only! No CC is allowed in this generation, to cleanse your palettes of CC. All mods that do not directly fix your game are not allowed. Anything you use to make the game playable is acceptable, but anything else is not! Mods that fix things that were broken or taken away or otherwise unusable are allowed. Things like RPC, aging fixes, removal of perma plat, no corrupt death, stuck object remover, rug fixes, etc, are all acceptable, but things like changing your UI, ACR, midge's Romantic Standards, and such are not. Fail safe mods like simblender, memory manipulator, day setter, etc, are all acceptable, as the goal isn't to play a broken and frustrating game, but to see all the CC and mods people used to use! As you progress through the ages, you can begin to add in mods that were popular in that generation's years, like inteen. What you choose to keep is up to you, but keep it in the spirit of the challenge!

Optional: try not to let your sims die, try not to uninstall the game because you miss your mods. I personally cheated my sims in money to really see all the vanilla items and see them in their fullest glory.

Generation 2 - 2004-2005

Simple, but effective

The very first CC and mods were beginning to come out, and you'll be very surprised at what was available even in the first year of the game's release! While a lot of it isn't very pretty, and toddlers, kids, and elders didn't have very much, this is what people had at the time.

Optional: Have your sims live perfect lives. The game had just come out and most people were still exploring the game.

Generation 3 - 2006 -2007

Year of the Emos, ball gowns, and more

This is when things really start to get fun! A massive influx of CC and mods were beginning to come out, and a lot of it you might still be using to this day. This was also the era of emo/scene styles, and the beginning of sims stories and machinima. You'll also start to recognize some very familiar meshes!

Optional 1: Your teens become orphans! Somehow, in some tragic way, your teen's parents die, leaving them all alone, and he/she also becomes a teen parent. This was really popular back then, don't look at me. It's also extremely important to marry in a face 1 sim.

Optional 2: Make your own sims machinima or story! Go back in time and dig up some of those old videos on Youtube. Watch as people put their sims through it all and try to recreate that feeling. It doesn't need to be the best video or story ever, but have fun following the trends of this time period and recreating those feelings :) Also gives you an excuse to use all the smeared mascara makeup people made. Maybe a story about a teen getting dumped at prom, or some poor sim gets run over for no reason, a teen becomes an orphan or gets pregnant, go wild!

Generation 4: 2008-2009

Year of the…Celebrities?

There is so much CC in this time period to create ultra realistic sims, including celebrities! This is one of my personal favorite eras of CC

Optional: Go big or go home. Your sims live the life of luxury! They live in a giant mansion with everything they could ever want, Desperate Housewives style. Your sims start drama, get into petty cat fights, plot, steal, cheat, and otherwise live the life of a spoiled housewife/husband.

Generation 5: 2010-2011

The end of Sims 2 but not the end of CC….mostly

The Sims 2 might have ended, but people still created CC and mods! You'll start to see more modern mods coming out, ones that you probably use today to spice up your game. Things are a lot more chill in this era as people made stuff that fit all types, there's a lot less photoskinning going on, and the ultra shiny hair starts to phase out. There's honestly not a lot around this time, I guess most people had moved on to Sims 3, so it's slim pickings for clothing. Paris Hilton and emo kids are out, much more "normal" and less "socialite" is in.

Optional: make a love story to rival Twilight! Twilight was all the rage, and it could be seen reflected in sims stories across the world.

Generation 6: 2012-2013

What even happened this year?

CC only continues to reflect a more modern era, mods get more and more advanced, but the playerbase is more and more fractured. Challenges are more popular, toddler clothing previews get weirder, but there really isn't much else. Machinimas were replaced with actual feature length videos years ago, but they're still going strong.

Optional 1: Your sims go broke, losing everything. Reduce funds to zero, move into a smaller house, and start a new career. It'll make sense later, promise.

Optional 2: The Hunger Games exploded! Create a fun mini challenge where you pit your sim against other sims to fight to the death! Hope your sim has siblings in case they lose :)

Generation 7: 2014-2015

The Comeback Kid

The Sims 4 comes out and with it….conversions! There's still CC being created in the more traditional fashion as well, conversions don't take off straight away, but they do start.

Optional: Your sims make a huge comeback if they went broke in the previous era! Cheat in some funds to give them a nice blue suburban house and some extra cash to cushion things.

Generation 8: 2016-2017

The End of an Era

2017 is the last that time anyone uploaded something for the Sims 2 on The Sims Resource. Please give a moment of silence for this tragedy. There are over 5000 pages of CC for females alone on TSR, half of the first page of ALL Sims 2 downloads are from 2016-2017. Over on MTS, there are over 500 pages of CC for females, the last 17 pages cover 2016 to 2023. You realized generations ago that there are hundreds of dead sites dedicated to Sims 2 CC that are lost forever, and the two Big ones aren't doing much better when it comes to this version of the game. But I'm also sure that you know that most creators have moved on to other sites, mainly Tumblr!

Optional: Don't let go, keep the dream alive. Don't use any 4t2 items and stick to what you have. Only download things made in the traditional sense for the game, and continue to use older CC. You're not ready to move on yet, in rememberance to all those amazing creators from the past.

Generation 9: 2018-2019

The Start of Something New

I'm sure you miss your pretty, uncrunchy, modern CC, and we're almost there! But there's still some stuff left to look at in these years, stuff that we've all seen before. Stuff that I'm sure you have defaulted in your normal saves somewhere. Go grab all that stuff and mix it right in with your 4t2 items.

Optional: This is the year of strict wants and rotational gameplay for reasons unknown (but you can guess). Load up your ACR, crank those settings up, and only play strict wants based. Calculate everything, hope for your sims to autonomously do something, or roll for it. You're hands off, baby, let your sims take control.

Generation 10: 2020-2022 and beyond

The Modern Era

You made it! You've traveled back in time, dusted off those crunchy textures, and got to see what people of yesterday were playing with. Did you find things you like? Things you'll be incorporating into your downloads folder from now on? Do you have a new appreciation for modern CC? I certainly hope so if you stuck it out this long!

The rules are pretty flexible, as the whole point of this is to look at all the old CC created way back in the day. When it comes to mods, anything that fixes something that was broken in some patch are allowed, and mods that do something to a pack that was released after the year that you're on are also allowed. Examples include mods that fix butler behavior, pets, landlords, apartments, etc, are all fine. But if you're in Gen 1, ACR is not allowed, if you're in Gen 2, UI mods aren't allowed, and so on.

It's up to you to decide what mods you want to use, but keep the spirit of the challenge in mind. Don't put in things like 3t2 traits or planting overhauls or things that are clearly from Sims 4 game play. Try to think about what people of that year were playing with and try to play with those too. The one big exception I've allowed is Uni semester changes after gen 1, because the mods they had at that time are unreliable and often crashed the game.