#Jefferson sweatshirt

[cementcornfield]

I just noticed that Justin also wore that necklace during the interview Joe, Ja’Marr, and Justin did with Taylor Rooks last year

Good eye, anon! Maybe this was the day Ja'Marr gave it to them 🥲

Also more screenshots since I just went back to watch this interview and couldn't help myself. Oh the LSU trio 💜💛

[aanoia]

Pretty in the Moonlight

Thomas Jefferson x reader

Summary; just missing your boyfriend and him missing you

Warnings; broken glass, cheesy Thomas

Words; idkk

I wrote this forever ago

Requests are welcome and encouraged!

Baby😘

y’know ur rly pretty, we should go out sometime

r u high again

highly in love with u

u do the cutest things

like what

exist

I smiled at my phone as I sat on my couch. I stared at what my boyfriend of almost a year said to me, happiness blooming in my heart. My phone dinged as another message came through.

Sick Boi 🤒🤧

are you texting him rn

like currently

?

wha

thomas, r u texting thomas rn

yes

dude he’s smiling at his phone mad hard rn

stop, my heart

i’m not kidding he’s smiling so much

I shut my phone off and squealed, kicking my legs into the air. Fast footsteps came down the hall to reveal the youngest Schuyler sister.

“What is it? What happened?” She asked quickly.

“Come here,” I motioned her over as her sister came behind her. Peggy sat next to me whereas Angelica and Eliza stood behind the couch, peering over our shoulders.

I opened my phone to show them the texts. Big smiles grew on their faces as they read Thomas’ texts, and then Peggy started squealing when she read James’.

“Oh my god, y/n, Jeffersons in love with you,” Angelica commented with a big smile.

“By the looks of it the feeling is reciprocated as well,” Eliza teased and I smiled, hiding my red face in my sweater paws.

Thomas’ sweater. I remember when he purposely ordered it a size too big for him (for my bigger girls who think they won’t fit into his sweatshirt, don’t sweat it, he needs bigger sizes for his big muscles and he likes his sweatshirts big on him as well, don’t worry about that my loves, body positivity) so it’d be baggy on me.

“Omg, you should go see him!” Peggy said excitedly, “When was the last time you left the dorm? You’ve been so busy studying, you haven’t had time to see him. He’s probably so emo about it,” She said quickly and I laughed.

“Okay, I’ll go see him,” I stood from the couch as the sisters dispersed and walked to my room. I put on a pair of sweatpants over my shorts because it was cold outside, and just slipped my slides over my socks. The combo might look horrible but it’s so comfortable.

I stepped out of the door, immediately shivering at the cold night air as I closed it. I could see my breath in the air as I looked at the moon and the stars, slightly smiling at the sight before my eyes. I truly am grateful it’s a sight I get the privilege to see anytime when the clouds aren’t out and concealing its beauty. The leaves on the trees sang as the wind passed through them, every once in a while a leaf would fall, signaling that winter was coming soon.

As I neared Thomas’ dorm room I heard voices inside, the dumbest thing the school’s done was put Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton in the same dorm room. I went up to the door and decided to silently walk in instead of knocking. The boys were arguing in the living room area of the dorm as James was trying not to have a coughing fit on the couch and Aaron was sitting at the island holding his head in his hands. John was nowhere to be found so I assumed he was next door with Laf and Hercules.

I silently walked over to the fridge, waving to Aaron who immediately noticed I was there. I grabbed a glass from the drying mat and quietly pulled the milk from the fridge, I barely paid attention to the fight that was happening as I poured my milk. I turned around and walked towards the island but tripped over something, in an attempt to not step on whatever I tripped on, I dropped the glass of milk. The glass shattered against the ground, successfully catching the attention of everyone in the room.

I gave them a sheepish smile, “Hi?”

“Darlin’, when did you get here?” Thomas asked, frozen in place.

“Like, two minutes ago. Now, where is the broom?”

Aaron pointed to the corner where the trash can was and I nodded as a silent thank you. Before I got the broom, I bent down and picked up the culprit for the tripping. John’s turtle.

“Here, I’ll put him in his enclosure,” Aaron offered and I smiled at him, handing the turtle over to him.

I went to get the broom, but Thomas ran and beat me there.

“Let me get that for you.” He said and I rolled my eyes, grabbing onto the broom, but he didn’t let go.

“Thomas, I made the mess.”

“It’s my dorm, and I’m stronger than you. I win."

I rolled my eyes again and defiantly let go. I began searching for a rag to clean the milk up with as he swept up the glass. Alexander threw something at me and I smiled at the rag in my hands.

“Thanks, dickhead.”

“Anytime, asshole."

After Thomas swept the glass I quickly wiped up the milk. Once I put the rag in the sink arms immediately wrapped around my waist.

“Hello, baby." I said quietly with a smile.

“I missed you.” He whispered in my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“I’ve missed you too, my love.”

“I wanna go on a walk with you,” He mumbled.

“Okay, let’s go.” I gently unwrapped his arms from my waist and he reluctantly left my side to slip his shoes on.

Once he put them on he opened the door and gestured for me to exit. I did and he followed after me, quietly closing the door so as to not wake anyone. He held my cold hand, warming it up as we walked.

We walked in silence until we sat on a bench, looking up at the moon.

It was quiet until his voice cut through the air.

“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?”

I looked at him beside me and smiled, “No, no one has ever told me that. And that's really cheesy.”

He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear (if you have long enough hair for that), “Shame on them. You’re so beautiful in the moonlight. And I love cheese so that's okay.”

“As are you, Thomas, and yes, cheese is delicious.” I responded as his face neared mine.

Our lips met in a soft kiss, his hand touched my cheek. My heart’s rhythm synced with his and our lips moved together perfectly, his thumb gently caressed my cheek, and my arm wrapped around the back of his neck. We pulled back for air, our foreheads resting against each other.

“I love you so much, mon amour.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” I whispered back with a smile.

[feitan-cl]

Fanart from @scribbleteaaa 's one-shot fanfic 'Cultural Relevance' bc i couldn't resist the usge to thomas jefferson miku binderify Makoto Naegi

I added some headcanons (melanin, an inch, etc) and references to other ScribbleTea's naegami one-shots :)

With blanket (click for better quality)

Without blanket bc i drew the arms first and liked them way too much to hide them entirely

Idk how i managed to finish this so quickly yet according to ibis paint is the longest one it took me if it was in one sitting (10 hrs)

The naegami brainrot is very real, they're now my roman empire

Bonus: very shitty doodle of Byakuya suffering at Mondo's birthday in 'Scissors and Sweatshirts' :3

[rottin6]

fashion style pleaseee layla, i have a gut feeling that you dress cool

apologies for the late reply but fashion is something i’m so. insane about that i wanted to make sure i give you a proper answer xo

i love love love to shop and i’m always buying clothes n stuff (just bought the most gorgeous bag ever) but my outfits are sorta consistent. like i feel like i’ve managed to finally cultivate my own style after years of going through (horrible) phases

(all my pictures)

i mainly wear dark tones, i have a lot of black in my wardrobe especially when it comes to accessories. the above pics are me when i’m going out but i’m obviously not going out all the time which is when i’ll either stay in my pyjamas or just stick to the whole cargos n sweatshirt combo. i am only 5’ however so sometimes i have to switch out the sweatshirt for a small top otherwise i will look like im drowning in my clothes which i do not want!

(not my pictures)

when it comes to shoes, i will wear the fuck outta heels cause i’m not growing taller anymore. kitten heels are my best friend but stilettos are a first love, can’t go wrong with either of them. heels n jeans are always a good combo for me but i am a london gal true and through so trainers/sneakers are a must. atm i fw adidas campus (not the sambas! hate them with a passion!). waiting for the new balance 530 trend to be over cause the 550s are just so much cuter

(not my pictures)

bags…might as well call them fucking cocaine. i love any kind of bags except for backpacks. i was well and truly that girl in high school who would carry all her shit in a bucket handbag cause why the hell would i want to rock up looking like rowley jefferson?? coach bags are my fave rn i just think they’re so pretty. i tried to like the lil mini bags but they’re so. inconvenient like bitch?? hello i can’t fit my phone in here!?

honorable fashion mentions:

love a little black dress, i will take every opportunity to wear one. love those big woolly scarves that you can wear around ur head in winter, best thing ever made. those lace tops that just look good with everything. leather jackets especially over a dress and it’s oversized and done right.

and i always always have my nails done n change my phone case depending on the outfit, i think they’re two things that really put a look together (moreso the phone case).

and that’s really it tbh, love u if u read all the way and cared about this as much as i do pls 😭

[gerogerigaogaigar]

At this point I hope that anyone still here is at least enjoying some of my recs. Obviously over the course of these 50 songs I've had a few songs in the back of my head that I really liked, but didn't have anywhere to put them or there was just a better choice for the category. So naturally here's one last playlist of things I just really like and want to share. There's no rhyme or reason here just enjoy!

Break Da Law '95' I could do a thesis on how influential Three 6 Mafia has been on modern hip-hop despite the fact that I never hear anyone mention them. BREAK DA LAW BREAK DA LAW BREAK DA LAW BREAK DA LAW BREAK DA LAW BREAK DA LAW BREAK DA LAW BREAK DA LAW BREAK DA LAW BREAK DA LAW BREAK DA LAW BREAK DA LAW

King Kunta This is Kendrick's biggest hit. It goes really hard.

Really Doe Danny Brown featuring Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul, and Earl Sweatshirt. I fucking love everything on Atrocity Exhibition. Top ten album for me.

My Philosophy The death of DJ Scott La Rock was a turning point for the hip-hop scene. My Philosophy perfectly underscores the transition from teen bravado to politically charged anger that can be seen in KRS-One's performance.

Humpty Dance This song is hilarious. You can't stop me from singing along.

911 Is A Joke Remember when Flavor Flav had a reality dating show on MTV? That was weird.

Shadowboxin' Liquid Swords is another top ten album and this is prolly the best track off it. GZA and Method man square off and RZA crafts a beat meant to give Method Man's style a bit more spotlight.

Spiritual Healing The leading act in industrial hip-hop. Dälek are confrontational, abrasive and really good. fans of industrial music might enjoy these guys.

Earth People Dr. Octagon is one of Kool Keith's personas. He is a space alien from Jupiter with green and silver skin a pink afro and exposed glowing brain. Dr. Octagon mostly does medical malpractice for fun. Sometimes my taste in things is the stupider the better.

guns.up I've decided to end on something completely abrasive and unlistenable to the general public. clipping is a harsh noise hip-hop project from the mind of Daveed Diggs. If that name sounds familiar to you then you probably remember him for his hatsune miku binder. Daveed Diggs originated the role of Thomas Jefferson in Hamilton. So my challenge to all the Hamilton fans is this: Try to listen through midcity by clipping. Do it wimps!

That's All Folks! Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

[crosseddestiny]

what’s your phone wallpaper: nothing special, just a bunch of colourful swirls.

last song you listened to : jane by jefferson starship.

currently reading : kind of in limbo waiting for a new kelley armstrong book to drop.

last movie : just finished watching a movie called freaky.

last show : yellowjackets???? i think??? have i not watched a show since friday?? guess not.

what are you wearing right now: boxers, a long t-shirt, and a sweatshirt.

piercings / tattoos? : three holes in each ear, no tattoos (yet).

glasses ? contacts? : nope.

last thing you ate?: apple crumble pie.

favorite color(s) : blue and green.

current obsession : obsession or hyperfixation? don't really have an obsession. and my hyperfixation is def yellowjackets and all the fan theories that have been in the tag on tumblr. 

do you have a crush right now? : i do not have an orange crush at the moment. but i did have one not long ago and it was delicious. in all seriousness i'm still working through my feelings from my last crush.

favorite fictional character : i mean i wrote a list on my other blog, but i'll give you one that wasn't on it. isaak andreyev from king of scars. that boy deserved better.

stole from tagged by: @likezoinksguys

tagging: @nctafraid @icarusplunged @themerchliing @theseancekid @herbsandsorcery @feliciah @rubiesintherough @untodeath and you!

[longeyelashedtragedy]

march 2023 favs

some ALBUMS dropped this month!  mc kresha & lyrical son dropped a new album and it slaps! i think their previous one is a little more original but we’ll see. also the first few songs’ music videos are this mini movie whose aesthetic is just. A++++ perfect for me and i want more! some stand outs so far

hustle per burëk (my fav)

shottas n’bmw

süße feat. dafina zeqiri

thug livin

speca me g’z which is...not on youtube yet lol

HOZIER’s new songs: still not sure quite how i feel, (all things end’s chorus has this slightly cheesy 90s r&b feel that’s Odd to me) but through me (the flood) is like, his most Classic Hozier with an Upgrade song to me and it’s so good!!!  I haven’t figured out what i think it means yet but omg his voice on the chorus...like shit who gave him that voice

sister - croatian amor/lust for youth (recommendation from trusted comrade based on certain insta posts)

why am i listening to potpuri vlonjate again 

bergen - pryda

mc kresha’s freestyle (i am as hype as that mc lol) (also why is mc kresha wearing a green bay packers sweatshirt)

beirut - mc kresha/lyrical son/lots of other ppl 

filmi i fundit - mc kresha/lyrical son

kangë e shahirav - mc kresha/lyrical son (untouchable june fav...it doesn’t get better)

stuhi mbi oqean - mc kresha/lyrical son/elvana gjata (i can’t get this out of my head lmao)

batoma - amadou & mariam (heard this for the first time live! and like no recordings will ever compare to hearing them live)

some lifelong favs:

howlin at midnight - lucinda williams (hard to choose a Best lucinda song but this has gotta be like. top 3)

bonden og elverpigen - sorten muld (i talk a lot about how “somebody to love” by jefferson airplane is my favorite song, and i feel like that’s useful to have as a thing to say but i realize this is probably actually my fav song)

floj - eric prydz

ngl i feel like once again i didn’t listen to much this month other than a lot of mc kresha/lyrical son over and over 

OH WAIT! i discovered the “heavy metal of eastern bloc” youtube channel.  that’s for me!!!!!!

baladë per jakup ferrin - djemtë e detit (albania 1995 but sounds like a tribute to venom’s 1982 “black metal” album and i promise that’s a compliment)

shekulli i dreqit’s “apocalipsa” album--i like the lead vocals and this album is fun?  it can’t always figure out what 80s style it wants to emulate, but the production is a little cleaner

the čekam na noć album - dr steel (croatian mid-80s!! fun!!)

[etst-300]

Albina Zone

In the short story, we follow young teen girl who is in high school and the Albina Zone. And as per usual as most teens, she’s had some anger outburst. She’s frustrated. She doesn’t feel like her mom is listening. She doesn’t get it. But we follow the story of this young girl who finds a bunch of her other stuff gets upset when her mom takes away a sweatshirt with the old school mask out, which was Thomas Jefferson who is now in this day, and age noted as a colonizer (which he is). And she managed to keep the phone and music and is listening to it.

However, we’re going into this. She starts to hear voices of her mother and her friends when they were younger, talking about abolition breaking the stigma and pushing for new things and how that they could change so much. And as this goes on, it is revealed that there was some change, but it also segregated a lot of black and brown people in this community and became more isolating.

At the end of the book, the daughter who feels great remorse for yelling at her mother prior goes back home and then beg her mom to rejoin her because her and her friends want to fight want to push and want to bring this change so that there could be a liberation in their own, and they can finally live out with her mother and her friends dreamed of when they were younger.

I think this is a true story of abolitionism and activism. Many of our parents and grandparents and relatives were part of these major civil rights movements who made these leaps and bounds and put their lives on the line for these things. a lot of us ungrateful out of the loop on everything that they’ve done and take everything in a surface value until we are forced to meet that reality. A lot of these adults are tired of their efforts did not succeed or did not get as far as they wanted. A lot of people specifically white people hit a point where like like yeah this is good enough and gave up. There’s so much to be done.

I think this is a wonderful action because it does put into perspective, both the older generation and the younger generation to get them to reunite and stop acting like we’re on two different sides. We want similar things we want equal rights we want equal we want human rights we want world peace we want change we want better education we want access to healthcare. We want disability rights, queer rights. Unity, we lost it in a period of time and older generations stopped talking about it with us not all but a lot and younger generations tend to take a lot of what they push for for granted and don’t realize that they’re still a lot to change. And I think this is just a generational thing after a certain point of progress we get an complicity and go that was good enough when in reality there’s so much more they could be pushed for be changed.

And the daughter was so resentful against her mother and all of this change that it happened and the push for gentle parenting that she didn’t really understand all the things that her mother had worked for. But nows witnessing these stories of her mother with her friends pushing and fighting for their rights for change. She is also feeling less inspiration this need to make these changes because that’s something that she wants and has wanted, but didn’t know how to articulate.

Humans are our stories. Our stories are symbols of change and progress. What we need to do is use them and tell them and inspire and encourage and work together. 

[printondemnd]

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[arch-whatscanon]

@hatchetnews : ❛ maybe we should kiss … just to know how it’s like. ❜

it had been a long day for jefferson and sabrina, but it was one that was necessary. they had calculated with billy and aya to get sabrina out of her apartment with shawn while shawn was at work. she knew he'd explode if he was here. he'd act like some wild animal being cornered and it was just -- it was better to do it this way. so, sabrina had gotten up early to see shawn out before she started immediately packing what she deemed necessary - her clothes, the things in her bathroom, her photo albums, a couple of her favorite throw blankets. by the time the other three were showing up, it was more of a matter of hauling things down the stairs and to their cars, but she was out in just a couple of hours.

she had waited to text shawn once she was away from the complex, knowing he'd likely be coming home from his lunch break to a half empty apartment.

i'm done. i can't do this anymore. i left my key in the main office and told them to take me off any paperwork for the apartment. don't try to reach out.

and then she blocked his number.

the rest of the day was spent putting most of her things in storage and moving what she deemed necessary for now into jefferson's apartment. she already felt a weight off her shoulders despite the crushing anxieties of the debts she owed, but this . . . this was the right move. she was no longer stuck, and she was with someone who truly cared about her.

they had gotten chinese takeout for dinner and curled up for a while before it was time to get ready for bed. she showered off the day, brushed her teeth, and slipped on an old sweatshirt and a pair of pajama pants before she crawled into jeff's bed, eyes drinking up the sight of him as he got ready for bed and soon joined her on his side. they were chatting casually again before the words fell from his lips, a playful suggestion.

maybe we should kiss . . . just to know what it's like.

the suggestion earned a wrinkle of her nose and a giggle to spill from her lips where she laid on her side next to him, ducking her head against how the warm blankets were pulled up to her chin. " we've already kissed, " she pointed out in reference to the smoke break make out session that had started whatever this was. but she knew that's not what he meant. if anything, it was to get her to laugh, but also she was under the safety of his roof . . . and now she could be his, too.

her expression softened as she studied him, adoration set in her eyes. a hand freed itself from under the blankets to reach over and brush against the hair at his temple before she shifted a little to lean in. long lashes fluttered shut as her lips found his, giving him a slow, sweet kiss.

[johnhardinsawyer]

Loving God through Confrontation

John Sawyer

Bedford Presbyterian Church

10 / 16 / 22

Luke 4:14-21

Exodus 3:1-12

“Loving God through Confrontation”

(Sacred Pathways[1] – Week 5)

Years ago, I needed to go to the Wal-Mart to pick up a few things and I mentioned this to a friend.  “I don’t go to Wal-Mart as often as I used to,” she said.  “I just got so tired of writing them letters.”  “Letters?” I asked.  “Why and to whom do you write letters when you go to the Wal-Mart?”  “Well,” she said, “I don’t like some of their trade practices, and the working conditions are not great for all of their employees.  So every time I shop at Wal-Mart, I feel that I need to write a letter to them, expressing my dissatisfaction.”  “Don’t you see?” she went on to tell me.  “I’m an activist.  This is just what we do.”  Fast-forward about twenty years, and I just so happened to see a picture of this same person on Facebook just this past week, wearing a sweatshirt that read, “My favorite season is the fall . . . of the patriarchy.”  It would seem that old habits and old activists die hard.

Now, there might just be some of you who identify with my letter-writing-patriarchy-dismantling friend and say, “Right on, sister!  Power to the people!”  And there might just be some of you who think that she and people like her are “exactly what’s wrong with the world these days.”  

There are all kinds of ways that people love God, and show their faithfulness to God, and connect with God.  Some connect with God through nature, others through their senses, or specific rituals, or in solitude and simplicity.  And, believe it or not, there are some people who connect with God, first-and-foremost, through various forms of activism and confrontation with the powers-that-be.

“But why would they do this?” some of you might be wondering.  Didn’t Jesus say, “blessed are the meek,” and “blessed are the peacemakers?”[2]  Is there anything good about confrontation?  What is anyone trying to gain or do through activism that has anything to do with God or God’s purposes in the world?  

Let’s start to explore these big questions by looking at God’s own “activism” in the life of the world and the holy purpose behind it.  As Presbyterians, we believe that God has been and continues to be active in the life of the world.  We believe, unlike some of those who founded this country – Thomas Jefferson, and Benjamin Franklin, James Madison, and others – that God did not set the world in motion and then walk away, leaving us to our own devices.[3]  Instead, God is active in the world.  So, if God is an activist, then what, exactly, is God actively doing?  

In today’s scripture readings, we see that God is all about the work of liberation – freeing people from bondage.  Why is God doing this?  Well, for all sorts of reasons – but mainly because God does not want God’s own people to be burdened by suffering, or bound by sin, or abused by the world.  Throughout the Bible, we see God at work, again and again, freeing those who are enslaved – physically or spiritually – by unjust systems of oppression, by unhealthy ways of life, and by evil and sin as God defines them.  And, who does God enlist to aid in freeing those who are bound by these things?  

Well, let’s start with Moses, who has escaped from Egypt under some – shall we say – unique circumstances.  He has traded life in Egypt in the palace of Pharaoh’s daughter for life outdoors, looking after sheep “beyond the wilderness.” (Exodus 3:1)  He has put his old life in Egypt behind him, but just when he thinks he’s out, God pulls him back in.  Many of you are probably familiar with today’s story in which Moses sees a burning bush and has an encounter with God that radically changes Moses’ life.  His vocational trajectory goes from the not-so-upwardly-mobile wilderness shepherd to empire-shaking activist liberator of God’s people.  

There are all kinds of things happening in today’s story, but first and foremost, God has seen and heard a problem that God wants to solve:

“I have observed the misery of my people who are in Egypt,” God tells Moses.  “I have heard their cry on account of their taskmasters.  Indeed, I know their sufferings, and I have come down to deliver them from the Egyptians, and to bring them up out of that land to a good and broad land, a land flowing with milk and honey.” (3:7-8)

God sees and hears that God’s own people are suffering and oppressed and God wants to bring an end to this.  It is God who initiates this action – God who chooses to be active on behalf of God’s own people.  

And yet, for some reason, God decides to work through human beings – specifically, a skeptical reluctant human being named Moses.  “So come, I will send you, Moses, to Pharaoh to bring my people, the Israelites, out of Egypt,” God says.  To which Moses immediately replies, “Ummmm. . . you want me, Lord?  I don’t think I’m right for the job.”  To which God replies, “I will be with you.” (3:10-12)[4]  Just so you know, God has similar conversations with the likes of Isaiah and Jeremiah, Jonah and Hosea, and so many others.  “I don’t really think you want me to do this hard thing – speak truth to power, undergo persecution, run the risk of being killed for what I say and do,” God’s prophetic activists will usually say.  “But I do want you,” God replies, “and I will be with you.”

Anyway, back to Moses, who – after a bit of hemming and hawing on Moses’ part – goes and stands in the throne room of one of the most powerful leaders in the world and says, on behalf of God, “Let my people go.”  He asks again, and again, and again and then – after God sends plague after plague upon the Egyptians – the Pharaoh is worn down by the plagues and by Moses and he lets God’s people go.  

You know, until I started work on this sermon series, I never really thought of Moses as an “activist,” but he sure is.  Moses does the work of trying to remain humbly faithful to God’s holy liberating purpose and he mostly succeeds.  There will be times a little later in the story when he will get a bit haughty and worn down and not make all the right decisions. But God is with him, just the same, and the people walk free.  God is about the business of liberation and the Israelites are able to leave Egypt in the rear-view mirror.    

We should note that it’s not easy going for God’s people, who will end up wandering in the wilderness for forty years.  This happens because, with their newfound freedom, they are free make some poor choices and God slows them down to think about things and try to be more faithful over time.  Human beings will always make poor choices – we are held captive by sin.  And this is why God sends Jesus, who declares in today’s first reading that he has come to liberates us all.  God, in Jesus Christ, is about the business of liberation – an activist on behalf of those who are poor (and poor in spirit), and imprisoned (by unjust systems and spiritual sin), and blinded (by illness and injury, prejudice and pride), and burdened (by debts we cannot pay and guilt that will not go away).  Jesus comes to declare “the year of the Lord’s favor” – a jubilee that frees us from all of the things that bind us.  At first, people are receptive to Jesus’ words, but then they start to realize that if Jesus is doing all of this, that things are going to change in a big way.  The poor and the outcast will be lifted up and welcomed in.  The rich and the powerful will be brought low.  Our own societal structures are being dismantled and refashioned and rebuilt to resemble the kingdom of heaven.  This message is both literal – in that Jesus welcomes sinners and outcasts, feeds the hungry, works across lines of race and class, and speaks words of warning to the rich and the powerful – and spiritual – in that Jesus offers forgiveness of sin and victory over the power of death.  And, even though some folks don’t like it, this message is political, too, in that there are times when the seat and mechanisms of political power from Pharaoh to Caesar, from Democrat to Republican, can hold the most powerful means of change for the public good or the good of the whole world.  “Let my people go,” Moses says, again and again.  Eventually, the Pharaoh says, “Yes.”

For some strange reason, even though it is God who initiates all of this and God who is at work through it all, Jesus calls us to humbly share in this work – to be active in the world in the name of God’s powerful and liberating love.

Now, I know that some of you are probably thinking something like, “John, I really connect with God when I am walking on a beach or when I am singing a hymn in church.  I just don’t know about standing up against the powerful to create systemic change, or preaching on a street corner, or carrying a sign in protest.”  You know what?  I get it.  The ministry of activism and confrontation is not always appealing and we – in the decisions we make and the ways we think are best to serve – can sometimes can muddy the waters that God has actually made quite clear.  There are those who are activists (for God) in every shade on the theological and ideological spectrum.  And, faithful people have differing views on what constitutes faithful activism in God’s name.  There are faithful Christians who would claim to be activists on opposing sides of the abortion debate, and LGBTQIA rights, discussions of race, and what to do about poverty, and healthcare, and global conflicts, and climate change.  And neither side thinks the other side is correct.  

So, how do we know who is in the right and who is in the wrong?  Who is actually doing God’s will through activism and who is hindering God’s purposes through activism?  The answer, here, can be as complicated as some of the issues around which people march and protest.  

I would recommend that any wannabe activist for Jesus needs to undertake the humble work of seeking the most loving way forward, leaning upon the Holy Spirit, being open to correction.  So many who would call themselves activists can get so hard-hearted and hard-headed by “the cause” that there is little grace in their actions.  Remember, we are seeking to be humble vessels of God’s action in the world.  It is God who initiates and leads this work and not we who are so easily distracted by the latest issue or headline, or have our own mindset shaped by the confirmation bias of only listening to sources and ideas with whom we already agree or support our fully-formed (and sometimes uninformed) ideas.  

Another recommendation is to ask yourself, “Who benefits from this activism?”  If you see someone actively trying to achieve some outcome in the name of God or some other cause, ask yourself the question, “Who is benefitting here?”  Remember, God is on the side of the oppressed – not the powerful.  God is always on the side of the poor, not always some giant wealthy corporation or individual.  God is on the side of the outcast, not the insider.  God is on the side of the humble and the lowly, and we would be wise to humbly seek to be on God’s side, too.  

You know, we are – as a church – presently discerning our new vision and mission statements.  One of the phrases in our proposed mission statement has caused more questions than any other.  The proposed language is that we, as a church, are seeking to “intentionally do justice,” which comes from Micah 6:8, in that God requires those who are seeking to be faithful to “do justice, love kindness (or mercy), and walk humbly with God.”  If we are “intentionally doing justice,” this means that we are actively seeking a just church, a just community, a just nation and world that is “on earth as it is in heaven.”

The best kind of activism is always seeking – and working for – God’s heaven here on earth.  And there are times when this activism asks more of us than liking someone’s post on Facebook, or retweeting someone, or putting a bumper sticker on our car.  God is always asking more of us – calling us not to “slactivism” for the kingdom but activism in how and when and where we actively love God by seeking a better world, “on earth as it is in heaven.”  God is at work, seeking to fix exactly what is really wrong with the world these days.  May we join in this holy work, with humble hearts, willing spirits, and loving action.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.  Amen.  

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[1] Gary Thomas, Sacred Pathways: Nine Ways to Connect with God (Grand Rapids: Zondervan Books, 2020).

[2] See Matthew 5:5 and 5:9.

[3] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deism#Deism_in_the_United_States.

[4] Paraphrased, JHS.

[tmmyhug]

thomas jefferson fuck dream sweatshirt

[harrietbarnesblog]

☆Written in the stars☆

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Will contain spoilers for NWH in the upcoming chapters. This chapter contains a Lil spoilers. Don't read it if you haven't watched NWH.

pairing: Tasm! Peter Parker x reader

Warning: mention of Gwen's death, angst, peter blaming himself.

A/n: this is Andrew Garfield! Peter. And the reader's name is y/n Marilyn Jefferson. Everyone calls them MJ except Peter. Peter calls them y/n.

Chapter-1

You laid on your bed staring at the ceiling unable to sleep.

There was a faint knock on your window. You knew who it was. Peter. You smiled lightly. But the smile died when you found a crying and bruised Peter.

You helped him come in and sit in the bed. You sat on the bed next to him.

"What happened?" You asked.

"Gwen. She's gone. I tried to save her but I couldn't. It's all my fault." He said, his voice breaking.

"Oh Peter." You said pulling him into a hug. Few drops of tears slip out of your eyes.

You rubbed his back comforting him while he sobbed into your shoulder.

“I don’t know what to do, and I’m terrified.” he said, getting up but ended up falling on the bed. He was too weak at the moment.

"Hey careful."

“I’m fine, y/n… just a little bit tired.”

"I'll bring you clothes to change and you can stay here for the night."

"No, Aunt May will be waiting for me."

"Peter, I said you are staying here. Don't argue."

"Okay."

You gave him a sweatshirt and a sweatpant which he gave a few months ago.

You changed into it and laid on your bed. Peter asked you to sleep next to him. You climbed on the bed next to him. He wrapped his arms around you and you wrapped yours around him. He cried and went to sleep. You soon fell asleep too.

~~~

You woke up to find no one next to you. Peter, who was fast asleep next to you for a few hours, was not here anymore. You frowned.

You made your bed and tried to call peter. It went straight to his voicemail.

You took a shower and tried to call him again but it went to voicemail again.

You called him on your way to work but it still went to his voicemail.

"Hey Peter, it's me. Please call me when you get this." You said leaving a message in his voicemail.

You worked at a cafe near your house. You stood looking at your hands on the counter thinking about Peter.

You cleaned the tables and removed your apron. You checked your phone for any missed call from Peter before taking your jacket and leaving. There were no calls from him.

You decided to go to his house as you were getting worried about him.

You rang the doorbell and waited. Aunt May opened the door.

"MJ, it's been a while since I saw you last." She said, as she hugged you.

"Peter is in his room." She said, knowing the reason you are here.

"Thank you, May." You said making your way to his room.

You knocked on his room door and got no reply.

"Peter, it's me. Y/n." no reply.

You opened the door and went in. He was not there. The window was wide open. You decided to leave.

"Is everything alright?You have never left this soon". May asked when you told her you were leaving.

"He is not in his room."

"He was there in his room seconds before you came here. He was talking to me about Gwen. I left him in his room when I heard you ring the doorbell."

"Oh." Was all you could say. He didn't want to see or talk to you. Makes sense, the open window and him not reply to your text or call.

You went straight home.

You decided to try to call him one last time.

"Hey Peter it's me again. I know you are going through a hard time. I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you."

"I came by your place today but you weren't there. " You said into the phone even though you know that he knows that.

"Call me as soon as you see this please. I'm kinda worried about you. Strike that. I'm hella worried about you. Okay. That's it I guess."

You threw your phone on your bed. You sighed before throwing yourself on your bed.

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[the-football-chick]

Vikings WR Justin Jefferson warms up for today's game against the Ravens in a "FREE ODELL" sweatshirt.

IG:adamschefter (11/7/21)

[deja-you]

times new roman | headcanons

t. jefferson x reader

profiles | part one

A/N: This isn’t another chapter, sorryyyyy. i promise i’m working on it, but then this popped into my head and here we are. so this is all stuff that Thomas and y/n would do as a couple. we’re not quite there yet in the timeline of TNR, but we’ll get there. maybe. 

+ Thomas and Y/n love having movie nights.

+ Thomas always wants to watch old classics: Casablanca, Singin’ in the Rain, Citizen Kane, you name it. He likes old movies, old cars, old music. Y/n teases Thomas for having such dated taste. 

+ “Okay boomer.”

+ “For the last time, Y/n, I’m not a boomer. I’m only five years older than you.”

+ Y/n does most of the cooking. Not because she’s a woman and the kitchen is ‘her place’ or anything like that. One time Thomas made a ‘gourmet’ meal of macaroni and cheese. With a twist. The twist was adding alcohol.

+ “Adding alcohol makes everything better.”

+ No, it doesn’t. Y/n doesn’t let Thomas anywhere near the kitchen since the Mac ‘N Cheese Fiasco of 2020. 

+ Y/n only buys superhero or Disney princess band-aids. She’s very proud of them.

+ Thomas finds this out when he gets a paper cut while reading at Y/n’s apartment. She thinks he’s being dramatic, but he insists paper cuts are the worst. Regardless, Y/n comes back with two boxes of band-aids.

+ “You want Ant-Man or Cinderella?”

+ “Those are your band-aids? Why am I dating a child?”

+ “If you’re going to make fun of my band-aids, I’ll let you bleed out.”

+ Madison and Hamilton both tease Thomas for his Cinderella band-aid at work the next day, but he wears it as a badge of pride now. 

+ Washington gives Thomas the whole “if you break my daughter’s heart” speech, but secretly he loves Y/n and Thomas as a couple.

+ One day at work, Washington overhears Thomas make a “that’s what she said” joke.

+ “That’s what who said? I know you did not just make a sex joke about my daughter, Jefferson.”

+ Thomas melts where he’s sitting and wants to die. Alexander wishes he had brought a camera to film it all. Y/n hears all about this when Thomas gets home and can’t stop laughing. 

+ When they’re out in public, Thomas always likes to have his hands on Y/n. They’ll walk hand in hand. Thomas will wrap his arm around her waist, or while Y/n is talking to one of her friends, he’ll sling his arm around her shoulders and rest his chin on her shoulder. 

+ Although Y/n thinks it’s too much, Thomas will often buy her expensive gifts. She’ll come home to find a bag on her kitchen counter with the pair of heels she was eyeing in the store the other day or a statement necklace that reminded Thomas of her. 

+ His eyes light up (and Y/n could swear he drools a little) when he sees her wearing the items he bought for her. 

+ Y/n likes to wear Thomas’s old college sweatshirts from William & Mary. He’ll complain about her stealing his clothes but they both know he loves seeing her in them. Unless she’s only wearing his sweatshirt. Then he’d be happy to see her without it.

+ “Y/n Washington. Take that off.”

+ “How about you come over here and take it off for me?”

+ He does.

+ Yes, he decided. She looks much better without the sweatshirt. Y/n looks her best when her hair is all messed up and she’s sleeping soundly next to him in his bed.

+ Thomas makes Y/n coffee in the morning. He memorized just how many creams and how much sugar she likes the first time she told him. 

+ Y/n likes to watch Thomas play his violin in his magenta bath robe on Saturday evenings. It’s the highlight of her week. 

+ Y/n thinks Thomas’s apartment is lacking something and decides he needs a pet.

+ “I don’t need a pet. I don’t want a pet. They take too much work to take care of.”

+ “What about a fish?”

+ “I’m not getting a fish, Y/n.”

+ He gets a fish.

+ Thomas names the fish Monticello but he just calls him Monty. Monty is Thomas’s pride and joy, he carries pictures of his fish in his wallet and shows him off to his coworkers every chance he gets.

+ “No one cares about your fish, Jefferson.”

+ “Fuck you, Hamilton. Henry Knox asked how Monty was doing, for your information.”

+ After a week, Thomas decides Monty needs a bigger tank. And some plants. And a little sunken ship to play in.

+ Y/n finds Thomas cleaning out Monty’s fish tank when they were supposed to be going on a date.

+ “Are you really choosing a fish over me? I can’t believe it.”

+ She can believe it. She’s really not that surprised. 

+ “He needs me, Y/n!”

+ “And I need food. Come on, let’s go get something to eat. I’m thinking sushi, thoughts?”

+ “How dare you.”

+ Thomas takes Y/n out to Broadway shows. He has wealthy and famous clients, so he ends up taking Y/n backstage on multiple occasions to meet the casts of the productions.

+ Y/n completely fangirls over every actor she meets and Thomas apologizes on her behalf. But he doesn’t complain when she asks him to take a picture of her and the actor. 

+ She belts out the songs from the show all the way home, and Thomas can’t help but watch her with a smile. 

+ Y/n swings by the office on Wednesdays and they go out to lunch together. 

+ “Do you think I can order off the kid’s menu?”

+ “I can’t take you anywhere, can I, Y/n?”

+ But he takes her everywhere with him. Charity galas, business trips to Seattle, home to Virginia to meet his family. 

+ Thomas’s family loves Y/n immediately, and his sister’s seem to like Y/n more than they like Thomas. His sister’s take Y/n out for a girls night. They talk about all his annoying habits and stories from their childhood. 

+ At night, they’ll spend an hour in bed reading before they actually go to bed. Y/n wears reading glasses, and Thomas doesn’t know if she really needs them or if she just wears them because she knows he thinks she looks hot in them.

+ When the lights turn off, Thomas will pull Y/n to his chest and let the sound of her breathing rock him to sleep. 

+ When Y/n thinks Thomas is asleep, she’ll whisper “I love you” into the cotton of his shirt. 

+ He hears her. 

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[the13colonies]

Stupid reverson fic that is completely fictional. Take it as you will.

-

She was back, and she was alone this time.

Rev had only stayed in the dorm for a month last semester, but ran back home due to the virus spreading around campus. Jefferson was stuck with her roommate for the rest of the fall, bored out of his mind. Her roommate was particularly rude, from what he could tell.

But Rev was back. She was back in the room, placing her things all over the packed space, and he felt joy at someone who could appreciate history. The Declaration, his Declaration, was on the wall right next to her bed.

Rev was back.

January was cold, and Jefferson knew that she didn't like the weather. She was already bundled in her sweatshirt with her school logo on it, with matching sweatpants, messing with the thermostat to make it warmer.

Once he had seen her roommate request reassignment, Jefferson could feel the joy, which was something that he had felt in a long time. This isn't even his school, it was his grandson's school, established after Jefferson himself had long turned to dust and bones. He liked to check on it once in a while, to make sure everything was in order.

He hadn't thought that he would be here for a long time; Rev had changed that. With her late night research studies, her binges on Netflix, her homework occupying her mind all day, Jefferson had grown attached. He had known of her thoughts of him; she wasn't fond. She consistently pointed out his flaws to anyone who would listen, and he figured he deserved as much.

And yet, the Declaration of Independence was still on her wall, right next to a portrait of him. It was interesting, to say the least. He was interested in Rev.

She continued to unpack as he silently crept in the corner, as far away as he could from her. He was far more interested in watching her unpack her books than anything else.

A biography of Henry Clay, a biography of Monroe, the bastard, a book with 1776 printed on the front, a book about the three statesman who were involved in politics just when Jefferson could feel his health failing him, another damn biography of Henry Clay-

She pulled them all out of the bag and set them on the desk neatly to be stored on the shelf under the desk. He was suprised that there was no biography of himself. He couldn't ask her, no, why would he? Rev didn't like him. He knew that.

She was settled in now, looking at her set up portion of the room. The other side where Jefferson was is stripped bare, the bed with no sheets, the drawers with no clothes in them, the desk with nothing on top of it. That would be his own space, he decided. She needed her own. It was, after all, the reason she came back. She would be alone here.

Or, she would think she would be.

-

Jefferson decided to wait a few days before doing anything graphic. It has been a chaotic few days.

Protesters stormed the capitol building and he watched Rev sit in front of the TV all day, fear in her eyes of what this country has become. He could imagine that the other founders thought the same. Hell, he felt that way as he watched the live footage. Never in his days still roaming the earth he would see something like that, and here Rev was, watching history on an afternoon.

She had a tough few days. He would let her simmer off first before starting to mess with her.

He would start off slow. She already knew that he was here, she had to, there were too many coincidences for her not to know. There were the towns nearby, there was her dorm on a street named after him, there was the mac and cheese restaurant right down stairs from her. If he could only taste it.

-

She was gone now. She had apparently said that she would be gone for the weekend to visit family, which gave him time to prepare his plan.

It wasn't a plan, exactly. But something Rev would absolutely notice that he was there. He didn't want to make it too obvious, he would want to make her work for it to realize what was happening.

But she was gone, so he could leave the room for a while freely without having to worry about her. He was drifting through the hallways of the dorm, glancing at all the papers on the wall. They were meager; something he knew that Rev would never sign up for. She was far too much a hermit to do group activities.

His eyes drifted to the end of the hall to the bright red box. He stood next to it before he could think, looking at the mechanism in detail.

This would be a fine piece to begin with.

-

Jefferson was suprised with what she came back with, when Rev did return to the room.

Her bag was packed fuller than when she had left. She placed her new things on her desk.

A small statue of Washington. He felt a pang of jealousy; she didn't adore Washington either, he knew that by the way she talked about him to her friends. She hated his actions in tbe French and Indian War, she hated his actions in the revolution, and was impassive of his actions during his presidential terms. But here Rev was, setting up a statue of Washington on her desk.

But then, as he looked from his spot on the stripped bed across the room, he could feel his eyes widen at what Rev pulled out next.

A Jefferson biography.

A book about him.

This was his chance.

-

He waited a few more days for her to open the book and begin to read it. In the meantime, she painted her nails, she studied, she prepared presentations for her debate class. Schoolwork was the main priority, which he appreciated from her, given that he was the same way when he was in college.

She was studious, invested.

His chance came when she was reading his biography. She was in her desk chair, flipping through the pages and learning about him, noting down his most embarrassing moments. It wasn't what he had expected from her, but watched over her shoulder anyway, intrigued of her opinions on him.

Once she had written down enough, about halfway through the chapter, he decided it was time.

Jefferson pulled the fire alarm just down the hall, causing the entire dorm to erupt in the alarm. He was back in time to watch Rev completely jump in fear, suprised at the sound, looking around the room. Her eyes did land on him for a brief second, but he had decided to not let her see him, in fear of her reaction. He had a feeling she would try to hit him and then hurt herself in the process.

She gathered her things quickly, marking the page she was reading. Her backpack, her keys, her phone, everything she needed. Before stepping out, she slipped into her sweatshirt, preparing for the cold weather. She stood for a moment, glancing at his face on the wall, before shutting the door behind her and locking it.

He smirked. She had to know, now.

-

Rev had become cautious.

She stayed away from his biography for the next few days, seemingly afraid to open it. She had been meeting with her presentation group for her debate every night this week, too engrossed in her work to worry about him.

He pulled the fire alarm again. He couldn't help but smile at her curses thrown in the direction of his portrait on the wall.

-

Jefferson stood over her, watching her breathe in and out as she slept in the darkness. Some documentary was still playing on the TV, but he wasn't bothered by the noise. Her choices in television was questionable to say the least, and he was far more entranced by watching her instead of whatever she was glancing at on the screen.

She was quiet. Peaceful. He couldn't help but drag his finger along her cheek, dipping down to her throat. It was only a graze.

He never expected Rev to get sick.

-

She was sick, and she was blaming it on him.

She called her mom the next morning, joking that his ghost must have choked her in her sleep. She had posted about it too, on her blog, seemingly dedicated to just tearing him down.

He was insulted, what else could he say?

It was most likely the flu from when he pulled the fire alarm the second time just the day previous. She was stuck in the cold, underdressed, and was gone for half an hour. He could see her shivering in the courtyard, The Iliad clutched to her chest as she stayed by herself away from the crowd. They had that in common, at least.

But she was blaming him, and in a way, it may have been his fault. He was the one who forced her into the cold.

A few days later, she was still talking about him. He pulled the fire alarm again.

This wasn't the first time she blamed her illnesses on him, either. She had gotten a cavity filled last year, and had gotten sick as well, to which she blamed on him too. What else could she do?

-

After all, they were going to spend the rest of the semester together. He might as well remind her of that fact.