#Pentecost muse

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v: Cancelling the Apocalypse

The first person Amelia talked about Joshua was Alexis. After that, every K-Day, Alexis sticks by Amelia's side unless she's on duty so she doesn't have to be alone. The tradition expanded to include Sonny as the three of them became best friends.

Amelia refuses to fly (unless it is absolutely necessary) if Axel is not the pilot. He is the only one she trusts. To try and keep her calm during flights, if they're alone, Axel will bust out singing his favorite karaoke songs, with Amelia singing along with him. Their favorite is "You Really Got Me". Axel prefers the Guns n Roses version, Amelia prefers The Kinks.

Nearing the time of the attack on the Breach, Amelia noticed Pentecost's repeated missed calls and messages from his private medical doctor. She confronted him about it a couple of times, each time with him denying it. After he was suited up in his dive suit, Amelia confronted him for the third time. The two had a brief argument before Amelia tearfully told him goodbye and thanked him for giving her a new life with the PPDC.

Amelia waited a year after Yancy's death before she tried to reach out to Raleigh, knowing on some level what he was going through and wanting to spare him the same despair that consumed her. He never contacted her back, but every three months, she kept trying to send him messages- whether by letter, by email, or by phone.

Mako was the one to teach Amelia how to speak Japanese. She found out Raleigh spoke it similar to the same way Mako did. She stated to Mako in Japanese (with Raleigh present) at the canteen, sipping on coffee, "He's cute. His attitude needs some work and his brother was better looking, but he is cute." Raleigh glanced up with a completely serious expression, staring at Amelia, "Oh, you think I'm cute?" Which made Amelia choke on her coffee and hiss at Mako for not telling her that he knew Japanese. Mako and Raleigh still tease her about it.

Moon Knight and Mr. Knight

Once Amelia and Steven started seeing each other, Amelia began experimenting with vegan recipes. To get a majority of the Avengers to try them, she usually has to leave out the fact that it's vegan.

Even though Amelia will straighten up the flat while they are away on business for Khonshu, she will not touch Steven's books. She will make sure they do not gather dust, and will clean underneath them, around them, but she always keeps the stacks right where Steven left them.

Both Steven and Marc can be very distracting when Amelia is trying to work on something. Marc is much more dramatic and direct, but Steven is just as bad, he's just more polite about it. Damn those brown eyes.

When Amelia was first interacting with Marc and Steven, she had an easy code with them to know who was fronting at the moment. Steven's was asking about tea time; Marc's was discussing the Cubs.

Amelia spent the night with Steven first during their first date. The two literally spent the night talking until they ended up falling asleep on the couch together. Marc was the first to spend the night at her apartment, surprising her with dinner and flowers.

[rowenabean]

today at church I was chatting to one of our new pastors (been in town since Easter) and she said "this rain is something else, I've been praying about it because I've never felt any rain like it maybe there's something spiritual at work" and like. this is my problem with very pentecostal pentes. because I feel like this is a Prime Case of attributing things to spiritual forces without sufficient information

I fully believe it may be the most rain she's ever felt. It was a lot of rain. But for us? Those of us who've lived here a while? This is the 5th? 6th? very heavy rain event in the last 18 months, not even particularly bad in terms of rainfall, if you want someone to blame it's definitely climate change (and also possibly la nina)(although I was hoping that we would have a dry patch with the switch to el nino and unfortunately, the rain)

[seizonshe]

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𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: 森マコ  Mori Mako (RANGER N. R-MMAK_204.19-V) 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴: January 9th, 2005 in Tanegashima, Japan. 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈: Sumako Mori (deceased), Masao Mori (deceased), Stacker Pentecost (adoptive father, mentor, sensei), Jake Pentecost (adoptive brother). 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽: officer of the pacific defense corps J'Tech, ranger in training, engineer, later pilot of the jaeggar gipsy danger aka lady danger. 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃: 5' 5" (1.65 m) 𝚆𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃: 121 lbs 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂: black (with blue highlights) and brown. 𝙹𝙰𝙴𝙶𝙶𝙰𝚁 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁: Raleigh Becket. 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: bisexual, demiromantic. 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂: resilient, strong, respectful, brave, reverent, resourceful, trustworthy, single-minded, methodic, disciplined, organized, clean, loyal, pure. 𝙽𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂: stubborn, demanding, rigid, cloistered, intolerant, introverted, hermetic, dogmatic, lonely. * NOTES FROM THE ORIENTATION: more information about the pilot can be found on the ranger file above.

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[cambriancrew]

There are sooo many instances where entities DO stick around and are experienced outside of specific settings.

We recently went to a conference on Invisible Presence, with several anthropologists, cognitive scientists, psychiatric professionals, Zen Buddhists, another tulpamancer, and more. There were discussed sooo many instances of persistent, "out of bounds" entities.

Like the experience of a nun talking with Jesus while just sitting and relaxing, envisioning him as feeling thirsty and pouring him a drink of lemonade. When the anthropologist being told about this asked how often this sort of experience happened, the nun was startled by the question, as if the question was entirely missing the point. Always, she answered.

There was an anthropologist who discussed talking with what she described as her inner child while going into a toy store and feeling like a teddy bear there was representative of the inner child. Journaling with the inner child felt like talking to both part of herself and like talking to someone outside of herself.

There's also the Vineyard Evangelicals - Tanya Lurhmann was at this conference. They experience talking with God in their day to day life, all the time. They're not the only Christians with this sort of experience either. It's particularly common among Pentecostals, but it's experienced across the whole religion - like the Catholic nuns I mentioned above.

There was anthropologists studying entheogens there too, including one who studied ayahuasca. At first, he only experienced the ayahuasca spirit (which mostly just told him a bunch of different things to do to improve his life, rather like a nagging mother) while tripping, but eventually got to the point where he could get into the right mindset to experience conversing with it without the ayahuasca.

There's also mediums who have spirit guides, entities they connect with over and over, across the course of their life, both while channeling and during their daily life. Or who just have a particular spirit, sometimes one of their own deceased relatives, who they keep in contact with.

There's people who seek out their guardian angel, and talk with it (or in us Willows' case, "them", as we have four) across their whole life.

There's authors who have muses - characters or other entities who they talk to on a regular basis, both in the context of writing and outside of it.

There's Neale Donald Walsch who spent countless hours writing down what he experienced as God talking with him, both when he sat down to write and day to day - enough to fill several books.

And that's just examples of this sort of thing that we Crew are personally aware of. There's likely so many more that we don't know of.

So the claim that cultural and religious experiences aren't persistent and only occur in specific contexts? That's completely wrong and utterly ignorant of how these sorts of experiences actually happen.

"Out of bounds" and persistent experiences are much more common and everyday than you might think.

And imho, they're just as valid an experience of plurality, should the experiencer wish to identify them as such, as any other.

[penhive]

Journal Dated 5th Sept 2023

I heard the noise of the fan and it was grunting sweet orgasm. The greatest inspiration for a writer is travelling to different places and experiencing people, places and cultures. Imagination for the writer has no limits. A writer beautifies the language in colorful words. The muse of passion is living in my world. There is no philosophy that can quench human experiences. Is the age of romanticism over? Don Quixote celebrates individuality. The pen is a serpent that curves words. God’s favor will catapult me to fame. She had breasts as small as grapes. A dream is the heat and light of the sun. The leaves lying on the tree are corpses without any moment of wind.  Saw an info-mercial in Facebook which boasted of a pyrite stone to attract wealth. Then I wondered I how I can reduce my God, Creator into a piece of stone. My God is worth more than a pyrite stone. These days I am addicted to watching travelogues and I feel astounded and my urge of wanderlust is growing stronger. Whatever happens I won’t lose hope. Better things and better days are yet to come. Though I am having doubts about Christianity, still I am remaining a staunch Christian of faith. Every day I am doing the best I can. What is beauty? Beauty is the flower of meaning and the nectar of appreciation. I wish I am packing bags and moving to different destinations.  I have bipolar disorder but I don’t care.  I have found love in a Filipino woman who is 10 years older than me. I hope to visit her. I hope I can visit her, and write poems on her body. I was able to write poems for Valerie who came from the UK as a teacher for exchange program. I wrote 2 poems for her and she went to England and had it framed. Though she was keen to have sex, I being a puritan, declined politely. Muse is an erotic nude wanting to be fucked. I love the smell of tobacco sweet and sensual. My prayer to God is to help me transcend the poets, novelists and philosophers that I have read and all the art that I have seen. I wonder why God did not eliminate Satan then there would have been no evil in the world. Is sin hyped too much? Art for me is the religion of the soul. I went to a Pentecostal church and the pastor there was condemning drugs and alcohol. I smiled in irony as booze and dope were pleasurable experiences for me. The high I got while consuming weed has been incredible. Emotions are volatile passions of the heart. Stoicurean is a blend of stoic and Epicurean.

[cogentranting]

A musing from this morning for your consideration:

(Re: her first parade costume specifically, but also that symbolism carried forward) Katniss Everdeen the Girl on Fire=

Pentecost? (fire as a sign of the presence of the Spirit at the start of a new age) The burning bush? (Burning but not being burned up and God speaking through her) A pillar of fire by night? (the people being led out of bondage) A martyr who doesn't burn?

[rejo1ced]

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a study in: escaping your past , discovering yourself , music making life mater , desiring to fit in , self - destruction , addiction , battling with your religion , &. much much more.

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name. dylan michelle price nicknames / aliases. professionally know as dylan price , but friends call her dyl or d. gender. cis woman. pronouns. she / they. birthday. september 12th , 1998 ( verse dependent ). age. verse dependent , 25 - 27. sexuality. lesbian. current location. new york city , new york. birthplace. huntsville , alabama. spoken languages. english ( fluent ) , spanish ( fluent ). education. high school graduate with some college , went for two years studying music. occupation. struggling musician trying to make it. faceclaim. liv hewson voiceclaim. julien baker. eye color. dark blue. hair color. strawberry blonde. body type. slim , almost too thin due to her addictions. height. 5' 4" scent. cigarette smoke , wears old spice krakengaurd deodorant and body spray. tattoos / piercings. tba. just know she's covered in them. personality. appears aloof , quiet , passionate , distant , thoughtful , caring.

dylan price has always fought with her religion-- she grew up in the south . she was raised in a pentecostal church , and with an love for music from an early age , it was no surprise when she joined the churches praise band. christian music is an obvious influence in her own personal music. her new single rejoice is the perfect example of it. but , that's not all that her religion has influenced. from an early age , dylan knew she was a lesbian , she recalls when she realized , after a middle school soccer game , she was sitting in the back of the bus with her then best friend ( she made sure to exclude her name and wouldn't budge on the details ) held her hand. dylan describes it as your vision clearing after you get glasses for the first time. seeing the leaves in trees and not just blobs of color. this revaluation though , led to inner turmoil-- was the way she was enough? did her god , the one she worshipped now hate her because of who she loved? this struggle eventually led to her leaving the church and her hometown of huntsville.

the next step for dylan, she recalls was scary-- newly eighteen she loaded up in her in her 1997 subaru outback ( a detail she said she couldn't leave out. ) with everything she owned , two suitcases of clothes and an old guitar , and set of to new york with her then girlfriend ( we tried to press for this information too , but she did not budge ). the next years of her life were filled with struggle. dylan faced joblessness in new york , as well as homelessness , an addiction to cocaine as well as many other drugs-- she says this was the worst time of her life, her mental health was spiraling and she attempted to end her life two times. she said she never expected to make it past the age of 23-- and luckily that wasn't true.

at twenty - four , dylan's music career started to make bounds. former musican , liddell , discovered and vouched for the budding musician when she discovered a video of dylan covering one of her songs. this support led to her being picked up by an up and coming indie record label lavender songbird records , and the creation of her first album eye to eye's release.

[trudith]

Philippians 1:29

"For it has been granted to you not only to believe in Christ but also to suffer for him"...

To me this means that it is a gift, a privilege to suffer for Christ.

Suffering for the sake of Christ comes with the territory of believing in and serving Jesus Christ. In the same way we sign a job contract and have to deal with all the stress that comes with the job and at the end of the month (or whatever pay cycle applies to you)you get your salary, a similar situation exists, if you suffer with Christ, at the end of your life, you get to reign with Him.

Christ himself said, "If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me." We all know the crucifixion story and have read the horrible things that were done to Jesus on the way to Calvary...we have signed up to carry the cross (suffer) and obey the Lord no matter what every day of our lives. First of all, it's difficult for one to deny themself, considering that there is a constant battle between the spirit and the flesh, plus go through various trials, testing and temptation daily. But, when we look at the reward that He has promised to give unto us if we remain faithful to Him is worth it all.

Stay with Jesus for all the trials of this life will be worth it after all.

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[virtuousouls]

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[rowenabean]

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[palmerasenfuego]

what i’m reading

the complete stories, clarice lispector

adam and i spoke with ken baumann about “beauty and the beast; or, the enormous wound” for a lil something we’ve been cooking up that yes of course i’m behind on (sorry adam) but besides “beauty and the beast,” a stunning piece of literature, i’ve read the first handful of stories and i know i’m late on this bandwagon but clarice lispector is hot shit

the 120 days of sodom, the marquis de sade

speaking of hot shit...

great expectations, kathy acker

despite this being the slimmest acker novel i’ve read (the others being love and guts in high school and empire of the senseless, one of my favorites) it’s probably the densest and most enigmatic. and since i have huge holes in my literary knowledge i have no idea how much she really plagiarizes or if she’s just treating literature as a smorgasbord for plating what may be to some tastes a disturbingly upalatable melange, but to mine is a charmingly chaotic comfort dish.

in the devil’s snare, mary beth norton

i have 5+ books on the salem witch trials to read, probably overkill but hey so were the witch trials (booing, tomatoes being thrown) no but seriously folks, the witch trials were some crazy shit. this book posits that the psychological and political effects of skirmishes with the wabanaki indians to the north of salem village goes some way towards explaining the atmosphere of fear and mistrust that plagued essex county in 1692. i’m only about 100 pages in so I’m just learning about these Indian wars, and honestly not exactly retaining all of it because like I said I have 5+ books to read for a paper i have to write for my mlis program, a paper where i’m going to argue something to the effect of “damn, historical events are basically impossible to understand or adequately explain yo”

the white goddess, robert graves

i understand this even less than the details of king philip’s war, because i have 0 knowledge of celtic mythology or whatever, and graves presents his argument let’s call it idiosyncratically around i guess interpreting and also editing? a long poem titled ‘the battle of the trees,’ as a way of interrogating the structure of myths. i’m not there yet but my understanding is he posits, sort of like frazer with the golden bough, that european poetic myths all center around praise of what he calls ‘the white goddess’ and that patriarchal christianity decentered this most sacred of muses, causing poetry to decouple itself from its rightful aim, ie invocation of the white goddess. interestingly, in the preface, he claims that poetry of a “magical” quality still occasionally gets written, but not by poets “conscientiously” studying the “grammar and vocabulary” of poetic myth, as graves sets out to, but through an “almost pathological reversion to the original language—a wild Pentecostal ‘speaking in tongues’” which begs the question, then why set out to rigorously study the grammar of poetic myth? 

the crying of lot 49, thomas pynchon

not exactly reading this so much as studying novella structure; also on my reference list is djuna barnes’s nightwood, which i recently read and loved in inverse proportion to how much of it i “got.” might also revisit good morning, midnight by jean rhys, or maybe something by marguerite duras. 

gravity’s rainbow, thomas pynchon

yes i’m reading gravity’s rainbow again okay, but it’s adam and angie’s fault this time

[finishinglinepress]

FLP FEATURED AUTHOR OF THE DAY: As the former Executive Director of The Writer’s Center in Bethesda, Maryland, one of the largest literary centers in the USA, Stewart Moss helped establish creative writing programs for adult immigrants, and members of the military being treated for neurological and psychological trauma. Moss has essays included in “Retire the Colors: Veterans & Civilians on Iraq & Afghanistan” (Hudson Whitman/Excelsior College Press, 2016) and Plume Literary Journal, and poetry in the spring ’16 edition of Origins Literary Review. He has also been featured in “The Poet and the Poem” podcasts at The Library of Congress. He was educated at Union College (NY) and Harvard University. A native of Boston, MA he resides in Annapolis, MD. His chapbook For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves: Poems is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.

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ADVANCE PRAISE: For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves: Poems by Stewart Moss

For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves opens with the question “What is seeing and knowing/ what I see” and launches a quest for the answer. In these palpably sensuous poems of Rilkian adoration of the natural and human world, the speaker is “in a perpetual state of unrequited love, / always exposed and reaching out/ then attending to the silence.” When this tender, devoted attentiveness is reciprocated and “…the quickening world/reaches forward and grabs the quivering brain” rhapsodies of ecstasy, imagination and language—poetry, poetry! explode on the page. Gorgeous, celebratory, healing and redemptive, this collection is essential reading for our times.

–Nancy Mitchell, The Out of Body Shop

In this extraordinary chapbook, Stewart Moss describes its theme in both the title and text of the very first poem, “A Kind of Attentiveness” — “that groping outward/breath by breath/as the quickening world/reaches forward/and grabs the quivering brain…” Isn’t it exactly this willed attentiveness that draws us to poetry in the first place? If that’s so, then Moss has us readers from the jump. And what a far-flung world it is – hallucinatory and intimate, ferocious and kind; here is Tripoli, here Amsterdam, here a park, where we sit beside our (for by this attentiveness she has become ours) daughter’s stroller. Far-flung, yes, but exquisitely, viscerally detailed (“the day hemorrhages dust/into a cloudless sky”); masterful in craft, privy to the deepest human signs and secrets (“Like Adam/in his first embrace,I was pulled into the world/of blood, then into the whiteness/that covers blood.”). But perhaps above all, it is generosity that is the animating virtue here. Consider for a moment the title poem, when the poets says, with a grand sweep of a superb host’s or magician’s arm one imagines, “Welcome all who have traveled the long road/from where your deepest dreams began/in the wild ferment of sleep,” who could resist such an offer? Who could not ask of this immensely gifted poet, Just one more, just one more? An entreaty to which Mr. Moss graciously accedes page after marvelous page. And will go on doing so, one hopes, for many years and many books to come.

–Danny Lawless, The Gun My Sister Killed Herself With, and founding editor of Plume Poetry Journal

Stewart Moss has a rare ability to draw the sublime to everyday people and situations. For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves touches the ordinary with a light that can only be elevated by language and craft. Moss knows what cannot be said, and then he says it beautifully–rarifying meanings made clear and sustainable because his poems are lived experiences. These stories, sequenced with ideas and memories, make us return again and again. “Reading Buber” begins ‘Everything in the living world is connected/ to everything else.’ What an excellent description of this book where the poet’s authority and humility are so well connected. Here is a poet whose passion is vibrant on the page, making us the lucky recipients.

–Grace Cavalieri, Maryland Poet Laureate

For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves:, by Stewart Moss, lays bare in contemplatively elegiac poems the plat of the poet’s heart. The emotional range and voltage of these poems is extraordinary – from pedestrian observations of the natural world to epic musings on ontology. Regardless of where his gaze lands, Moss fashions a poetry that is at once profound and accessible. This is the poetry of witness, the excavation of not only the human heart, and what keeps it beating and yearning; but also the literal terrain of exotic, often forbidden, dangerous countries that Moss explores and renders with documentary precision, and the thrumming language and aural mastery of a composer. Ultimately, this splendid volume is a meditation on shared humanity, its triumph and frailty, the precarious perch from which we all tenuously depend, testifying that “Everything in the living world is connected / to everything else. / Just the appearances of things /are different.” This is a beautifully wise book, of peace and surrender, and blinding illumination.

–Joseph Bathanti, North Carolina Poet Laureate (2012-2014) & author of The 13th Sunday after Pentecost.

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[revelation19]

You still don’t know what you’re talking about. Mark 9:1 alludes to exactly the interpretation Matthew has in mind. If you say they don’t, then you’re admitting to a contradiction. This is exactly why the transfiguration, a made up story, follows Mark 9:1. That is the fulfillment of seeing “the Son of God” and his kingdom in power. So your version is so twisted, it overlooks the obvious. They claim Jesus said something like this and since he was wrong, they made up the transfiguration

Anyway, animal suffering, since you do not see the link they have to humans, will always be irrelevant to you. Even if I say that if God is good, he wouldn’t allow apes and dogs to suffer, you wouldn’t budge. The fact that Christians don’t see that is evidence of their moral decay. If God lets your dog get cancer, then don’t keep him alive when it happens. Sounds reasonable? Perhaps to you since they’re so inferior to humans. So of course I will reference a better system because yours fails.

But you Westminster kids, under your blood oath, have a viciously circular system and bark down Moser’s tree to say “well, everyone is circular!” That’s why your theology is lacking and your epistemic grounds are shaky. You reason in a circle, committed to a self-defeating system and so you rationalize and squirm and get pissy because deep down, you know all this but deny the truth because you’re just a scared little boy who doesn’t want to burn in hell forever. Sad

You’re right, Mark alludes to the same interpretation as Matthew because guess what... they all have the same interpretation in mind. Appealing to the transfiguration doesn’t help because it’s in all three as well. Luke specifically goes on in Acts to show how the transfiguration and pentecost are linked because it’s all part of one redemptive historical arc. And by the way, the gospel writers didn’t make up the Transfiguration. Peter mentions it in 1st Peter 1:16-18 which is dated before Mark, the earliest Gospel. You’re just flailing around trying to psychologize why authors from 2,000 years ago would reference things and coming up with any conclusion that suits your narrative. That’s not evidence, that’s not definitive. 

But you’re right, even if you would say a good God wouldn’t allow apes and dogs to suffer I wouldn’t budge... because you cant just say things and expect me to be convinced. You have to show why a good God wouldn’t allow that. You’ve already admitted that animal suffering, death, and disease isn’t evil, nor is human suffering, death, and disease for that matter since you believe we’re all just animals. So God allowing it isn’t evil... therefore, if there is no evil, there is no problem of evil, is there? So you have to show why it’s evil within in the Christian system itself. You’re trying to make an internal critique, to show why Christianity is inconsistent with itself. But your only source for this is claim is that you (an observing subject) don’t think it’s what a good God would do.

You can keep bringing up Westminster all you want, but it doesn’t help you make your case. It sounds like you have a problem with the institution, not me. By the way, you never followed up on seeing the student handbook. Like I said before, there’s no doctrinal statements that we sign, and I’m pretty sure we never made any blood oaths lmao. 

And finally, I get why you’re trying to get under my skin. You’re losing this argument badly and want me to get distracted. I’m not going to. Explain to me how animal suffering, disease and death is evil according to the Christian system itself. I’m still waiting on an answer that isn’t just your subjective moral musings or an appeal to evolution.

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Rumor has it she destroyed him

Fandom: Pacific Rim

Chuck/OC (Romina)

[fluff, warm feelings, foreshadowing]

Summary: this one-shot mainly focuses on the OC, but I find the ending very cute and worth it. Romina is just beginning to get to know the jaeger pilots at meal times and recounts one of the day’s happenings to the Hansens and her friend Mako.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pacific Rim’s plot or characters. Only the OC and this one-shots plot is mine.

PLEASE do not hesitate to send prompts or ideas for preferences! Also, I always accept constructive criticism as long as it isn’t clearly mean and offensive.

“Hold up, you seriously said that?” Hercules questioned with a wide smile.

Romina lifted her chin, her eyes set on her ice cream and a smirk planted on her face. “I sure did” she assured.

Hercules chuckled, “I wish I could’ve seen that, lass”

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That morning Romina had brought the fight to the engineering lab and its occupants. They are always developing interesting systems and prototypes, but she was tired of them neglecting the human factors of every project. Sure, propellers, laser cannons and such are cool, up until you realize that they risk provoking a neural link overload and, thus, the pilots’ death. 

She pushed through the large doors, head held high. 

They had been blatantly disrespecting her and her time for the past few months and she was tired. She’d developed an algorithm with Hermann’s help and all they had to do was run the diagnostics. Then, she could personally check the prototype and rule it as compatible or not with human life. 

All they had to do was run the diagnostics one at a time, so instead of having to do them all at once herself and then investigate the system’s risk potential, she could focus on the most promising projects. 

All they had to do was run the diagnostics and, yet, they never did.

No, they created and created and never checked for biological compatibility.

She’d finally had enough.

Just as she bust through the doors with a long, confident stride, Dr. Petrin turned around, his hands still stuck in the gloved container he was using to protect the team from electrocution. He was tinkering with another piece of machinery. 

“Ah Romina, do you have our results?”.

He turned back to what he was doing. 

She was quick to move to the opposite side of his work table. “It’s Dr. Malto” she bit out.

They only ever spoke of work-related issues, but he insisted on calling her by name. She wasn’t sure if it was a strategy to befriend her or his way of belittling her. Either way, she never appreciated the condescending tone it was paired with.

“Of course”, he said, brushing aside her biting tone with a small smile.

After a few moments of silence, he finally looked up from his work. “So have you run the tests? How’s our latest work of genius doing?”

She was fuming, but kept it under wraps with a cold facade.

“It’s currently doing absolutely nothing”

Dr. Petrin tilted his head, “What do you mean? Does it not work?”

“From a purely engineering standpoint it works just fine” she paused for effect, “Pair it with human factors and physiology and, well, suddenly it’s a piece of junk”

He sputtered. “A piece of junk” he exclaimed, scoffing. 

“Yes, clearly”

He paused his movements and grew serious, “You will not come in here and question my expertise in front of my team. The physiological component is your area of research, so act like it. I will not do your work for you”

The silence was lied heavy in the room, weighing on all the people there.

He concluded, with a carefully sweet voice, “Now, be a dear and gather my data. I don’t want to see you before you’ve run the tests. Do we understand each other?”

Romina felt no humiliation or remorse in going there. She felt something simple, that filled her so completely, she thought she’d implode. She felt simmering rage.

Dr. Petrin had resumed his task, ignoring her presence as his team around them waited for a reaction.

Well, let’s give ‘em a show.

She slammed her hands flat on the table, making his eyes jump to her.

She leaned in.

“No” she calmly stated. “You tell me I don’t do my job, when I’m doing both mine and part of yours. You build the machines. You run the diagnostics. You send them up to my lab. Only then, do I evaluate and run tests.”

She paused before continuing. “If I find another piece of machinery entirely ill-equipped to support human life, I will bring this up to Pentecost and ask for permission to destroy it”

His mouth fell open, probably to formulate an adequate rebuttal, but she beat him to it. “Now, be a dear and start building machines that won’t kill the pilots. You know the voltage on the last four prototypes was way too high. I will not further tolerate your disrespect for the Jaeger program, the pilot’s lives and my time.”

She pointed her finger straight at his chest, “Get in line, do your job, run the diagnostics. Actually care, instead of just chasing what you think will bring you fame and glory. You spout so many new machines and, yet, you can’t focus long enough on one to make it compatible with life” 

He stayed rooted in his spot. She moved around the table and strode towards the doors. “I guess, it’s true what they say” she mused, “Quality is not quantity”

Finally, she spun around to look at the room. Dr. Petrin had his back to her, his hands still stuck in the gloved container.

She left feeling more confident and powerful.

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Now, Romina had to narrate the episode to the Hansens and her friend Mako, who’d heard rumors about the dispute. Some said she’d chewed his head off, others thought it was the most entertaining verbal fight of the year. 

Hercules was glad she’d stood up for herself, he knew the older Dr. Petrin was hard to like and had quite the reputation. 

Mako was initially worried, but ultimately laughed softly at her friend’s predicament. 

Chuck was quiet, his baseball cap casting shadows on his face. 

But if Romina hadn’t been busy looking at her cup of ice cream and if Chuck’s face had been more visible, she would’ve seen the small smile that graced his features. She would’ve seen the pride in his eyes

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Book Review: The Unfolding Word by Zach Keele

Does the Bible present a cohesive story? In The Unfolding Word, Zach Keele shares the story of the Bible from creation to new creation. It’s an Old and New Testament survey told in the style of a grand story.

Keele traces the themes that are central to the narrative in the stories of the Bible, and what this book does exceptionally well is give an overview of the lesser-known Old Testament books. For instance, I found myself engrossed in the many stories found in Judges.

Theology is Everywhere

This book will reward a slow and careful read. While the stories are riveting, the book is packed and dense with information. Chapter 4: The Mosaic Economy could be a whole book in itself. Chapter 7: The Prophets, would be perfect to just review when preaching a sermon series or leading a Bible study in this genre. Theology is everywhere, and Keele speaks on sacrifice, purity, holiness, prophetic imagery, and typology.

Despite covering so much ground, Keele uses descriptive words and does not hold back from helping you feel the full force of the stories. He can write a flowing tapestry of words, as well as get his point across in a succinct sentence. Keele writes with no words being wasted, and he is a master at his craft.

Customs and Concepts

Keele helps explain some of the more difficult or troubling customs and concepts in the Bible. For instance, when talking about the conquest of Canaan, he mentions the Hebrew word “herem,” which translates to “devote to destruction.” He shows how it has a purifying function, foeshadowing the final judgment. He also notes how this does not mean that the presence of “herem” in the Old Testament does not give the right to endorse something like that today.

Interestingly, Keele is a scholar and able to present information from outside the Bible to help explain what is inside the Bible. For instance, he shows how knowledge of Egyptian gods reveals just what God was doing when going up against Pharaoh in the Exodus narrative. Keele shares how wisdom literature outside of Israel helps us read the book of Proverbs. The Proverbs are not moral tidbits -- they are musings to make you think.

Rich Background and Rewarding Reading

Charts and maps are sprinkled throughout the book. Photos, timelines, and tables help us see the story. Every chapter ends with study questions to help digest the material and continue the conversation.

By the time you get to the chapter on the Gospels, you are already well aware of the rich background you have at your disposal. Keele still takes the time to set the stage for the Messiah, showing how the reign of Herod and Jewish life in the first century was a peculiar moment in history.

Slow and Fast Reading

Keele claims that the Gospels aren’t necessarily written chronologically. Rather, it was the custom to write with more thematic elements in mind. The Gospels are not travel journals. The Kingdom is a main theme of Jesus’ ministry, and it is proclaimed in the book of Acts with Pentecost and missions. A short stint on letter-writing opens the chapter on the Epistles, and a small exploration of Pauline theology closes the chapter.

This book will improve your understanding of God’s Word. You will appreciate the vast and varied parts of Scripture. Slow and fast reading of the Bible come together in this book. The hurdles of how we read, history, and ancient customs and cultures are overcome. Come and see how all of Scripture points us to Jesus.

I received a media copy of The Unfolding Word and this is my honest review. Find more of my book reviews and follow Dive In, Dig Deep on Instagram - my account dedicated to Bibles and books to see the beauty of the Bible and the role of reading in the Christian life. To read all of my book reviews and to receive all of the free eBooks I find on the web, subscribe to my free newsletter.