#david touches him and he ascends

[ingravinoveritas]

| Olivier Awards red carpet, 2024 vs. Good Omens season 1 red carpet, 2019.

[pastafossa]

Charlie Cox experience at Philly Fan Expo 2023

So LET”S TALK ABOUT ME MEETING CHARLIE. I’m actually going to make two posts - this one just about my experiences with Charlie, because they were incredibly meaningful and deserve their own post, and then another one about the rest of the con!

I’m going to talk about Charlie first, because of how amazing the experience was, one of the best I’ve had, especially at the autograph table. I’ve done photos, gotten autographs and such before from other celebs - from niche voice actors I loved to people like David Tennant - but this felt Really Really Big. Obviously, I was nervous as all hell because holy shit Charlie Cox, my favorite actor whose work altered the course of my life. I won’t lie - I’d been practicing what to say to him in case I freaked out, but I’m happy to say that everyone who reassured me it would go great, because he was so, so genuine and kind, were right.

The photo op happened first (and thank you to everyone on tumblr guiding me where to go, cause I was LOST about where that was happening), and that went fast. By that point in the con hall, I’d already ditched my Jessica Jones jacket and gloves cause holy shit it’s hot and I am a creature of snow and ice, and my hair was a mess, but honestly I didn’t care, cause there he is. You don’t get long, but he made the most of it and he was SO sweet. Ya’ll, he asked my name, said my name as he shook my hand, and called me ‘my dear’ in that beautiful voice.

I was literally on the moon, but it was time for the big question:

Will he hold the red thread from TRT?

So in a quiet, nervous, soft author voice, I asked, ‘would you be ok with holding this end of the thread?’

HE FUCKING DID.

HE HELD IT.

HE HELD. THE. RED. THREAD.

I’m fairly certain he doesn’t know about the fic at this point - he wasn’t sure where to hold it until I told him, but he loved that it lit up! AND THEN HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND I GOT TO PUT MY ARM AROUND HIM BACK.

I’m fairly certain I’m dead in the photo. My soul had left my body. I had ascended. I saw Jesus and he looked like Charlie. I had achieved fic author heights never imagined. My brain filled with enough serotonin and dopamine to sink a ship. I didn’t care that I was hot and sweaty or that my hair was messy or that my cosplay didn’t work out like I’d planned. I had been blessed.

also look at that forearm holy shit

I floated outta that gd room ya’ll. I’m pretty sure @wonderlandmind4​ did the same. WE FROLICKED OUT OF THAT HALL LIKE

But things got even better at the autograph table, and I had one of the most touching experiences ever.

not me tearing up thinking about it.

That line was long, but I kept getting glimpses of him and I could already tell he was enjoying interacting with people, and he was making sure everyone got their bit of time with him instead of letting anyone rush people through. He was so happy looking, laughing and grinning, high fives and fist bumps for kids, chatting with fans. Which made me feel a little more confident.

I know some people wondered if I’d tell him about TRT, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to. Instead, I really, really wanted just a second to tell him what his work as Daredevil had meant for me, as someone who became disabled around the same time Matt did as a kid, and who related to... a lot of what Matt went through in the show. I’d practiced it over and over again, and there was only a fifty percent chance I wouldn’t start crying while telling him, and I wasn’t even sure I’d have time to tell him depending on how much time we had.

He made time.

I got up to him with my art print holy shit he’s even more beautiful in person and his eyes are STUNNING. He said hi, and asked my name so he could personalize the autograph if I wanted (DUH, YES PLEASE), and he apologized about the line after we shook hands. I jokingly told him it was fine since I’d driven hours to get here. A little time in line wasn’t a bother. He even loved one of the buttons on my lanyard - the button of Matt wearing a heart crown specifically! And as he was writing, I knew this was my chance to tell him. He was still signing, so I just decided to go for it in case I ran out of time.

“I just wanted to tell you,” I said quietly, “as someone who became disabled as a kid around the same age as Matt did—”

And then he did something I didn’t expect, something I’d rarely seen anyone do, famous or not, and something I’d never had an actor or artist do for me.

He immediately set down the pen, leaned in close over the table, and made direct eye contact, while giving me the most genuine, gentle, encouraging smile I’d ever seen.

In that moment, I knew everything in him was listening, that he cared about what I was about to say and recognized that this was important to me, and that he’d closed the distance to make this conversation just... us. It felt personal in a way I’ve never experienced at a con or signing.  

Just like that, I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I’d wanted to.

“And as someone who related to... a lot of what Matt went through, his struggles in the show, and especially the dark parts of season 3,” I said, more confidently now, “I wanted you to know that all the work you put in, the way you played it, the way you played Matt and treated it seriously, seeing that helped me process and heal from a lot of my own trauma and pain over what I’ve gone through with my illnesses. What you did was important and it really helped me. So I wanted you to know that, how much that meant to me, and to say thank you.”

The whole time I spoke to him, he kept direct eye contact, and didn’t look away once. He didn’t get antsy, or look like he wanted me to hurry up (which I’d have understood, cause damn, these are long days for him). He listened, fully engaged and leaning in, his eyes warm and soft and kind but incredibly serious. I’m not sure how often he’s been told something like this—a lot, I expect; his portrayal was just that good, and I know it was important to a lot of fans—but what I was trying to tell him clearly meant something to him. I felt heard, seen, and understood.

Charlie really does care about his fans. It isn’t an act. I’m sure of it now.

“Thank you, truly,” he said, just as quietly but with that honest smile, eye crinkles and all, and seeing it in person, that close up, I swear the room felt ten times brighter. “Thank you for coming to tell me that. It means a lot, the idea that something I did meant so much and that it could help you. I’m so grateful that you were able to come visit and tell me.”

We shook hands after that. He wished me a good day and I told him thank you again, and that was that. The interaction only lasted maybe a minute, but it meant the absolute world to me, as did what he’s done as Daredevil. And now he knows that.

[two-red-lungs]

Heya! I was wondering if I could request a smuttyyyy David The Lost Boys x Reader piece pleaseee? Loves a good angsty maybe jealous David at that too? Thanks In advance! Love your work 🖤

ABSOLUTELY I can, bestie. I don't typically feel non-dominant towards a lot of men, but David is just 👀 spare cock sir????

Eyes On Me (Dom!David x Fem!Reader NSFW)

Summary: David can hardly stand it when other guys so much as acknowledge your existence. But if they’re dumb enough to start flirting with you? Well. That’s another matter entirely. Someone's gotta step in, clearly.

Contents: Dom/sub elements, exhibitionism, typical shithead vampire behavior, fingering, PiV sex, smoking

Word Count: 2.1K

Vampires are possessive.

You always assumed that would be the case, obviously, given their inhumanity. But they’re possessive beyond reason. Sometimes to the point of frustration, of anger. It’s caused arguments before. It will continue to do so in the future.

But sometimes it’s also just… infuriatingly attractive. 

You walked the perimeter of the Double Shot ride on the boardwalk, routinely rattling the protective bars settled over each rider, just like the guy who trained you had taught you to do. Rattle, rattle, rattle. Passing sugar-hyped kids talking to one-another, young couples holding each others hands in white-knuckled grips, already bracing to be shot up into the sky.

The summer night air was muggy, even by the seashore. Your sweat was soaking through your shirt. Not the smartest move to wear a colored bra and a white shirt, old friend, you thought a little dismally to yourself. Rattle, rattle, rattle. A hand on the protective bar grabbed you back.

You looked up and came face-to-face with a very attractive man. Wild, short, curly black hair and dark olive-tan skin, a winning white-toothed smile. A lady's man for sure. “Seat next to me’s free.” He told you with a grin, jerking his head to the empty slot. “I can hold your hand so it’s not so scary.”

You huffed out a flattered laugh. “Kinda hard to operate the ride if I’m on it, right?” With a ginger smile you extracted your hand from his. His summer sweat clung to your fingers. 

The man just winked at you and you sidled back to the booth, settling into the enclosed space and slumping down on the cheap plastic chair to pull the lever. Just like that, the boardwalk denizens were up and away, screaming into the night as they ascended the enormous tower. Up and down and up again, rushing through the air. 

You used the hand the man had touched to wipe sweat off your neck. It was late. You weren’t thinking clearly. Your mistake, really.

Just as the ride began to slow, cycle of dramatic ups and downs coming to an end, the seething crowd that thrummed around the myriad of gated rides parted. Rather dramatically.

David always did know how to make an entrance. 

Even in the oppressive heat he was all black, coat over coat, a domineering silhouette that seemed to be negatively charged to the people around him: they stepped out of the way hastily. His short, pale hair shifted in the wind, and he had that ever-present soft, smug smile on his face. Ice-blue eyes locked right on you through the glass of the booth.

You flushed and waved. 

He moseyed over, leaning over the booth door. Reeking of cigarettes and motor exhaust. “Doll.” He drawled. 

“David.” You countered back with a warm, fold grin.

He was leaning forward to press a kiss to your head, and paused. Something dark descending over his scruffy, permanently-youthful face. You were opening your mouth to ask him what was wrong when his hand shot out, grabbing your jaw, holding you in place. A nose carefully brushed down your cheek, lower and lower… to your neck. Taking a long, pointed inhale. 

Oh shit. Random guy sweat. 

You screwed your eyes shut. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course he’d notice, of course. Stupid vampires and their stupid heightened senses.

“...Now.” David said pointedly. Voice a low, growling register that hit you straight in your stomach and made you want to melt. “I sure as hell don’t like that, doll. Don’t like that at all.” Leather-covered fingers smoothed over your hot skin. Hovering over your jumping pulse as it kicked up a notch. 

“I’m sorry.” You said reflexively. But it wasn’t enough. It never was. 

The controls beeped and you slapped the power-down button. Through the glass the safety bars were lifting and people were hopping off, and the crowd was humming again, and David was gone. Watching you, probably, from somewhere. Like he always did. You shakily extracted yourself from the booth, nerves buzzing, helping people down the elevated step and holding the ride gate open. You could see the flirtatious, beautiful man approaching.

Don’t do it, you begged mentally. Don’t do it, please.

He moseyed out of the gate and stopped right in front of you, arms folding. Still smiling. “So.” He asked conversationally. “What time do you get off? Maybe you and I could grab a drink.”

You opened your mouth to reply, and jumped when a patchwork coat-covered arm stuck out from behind you and plopped the closed sign down over the ride gate. Marko materialized by your side with a little, feral grin and a wiggly finger-wave. 

Uh-oh. The cavalry. 

“Hey, man.” Paul appeared, too, seemingly out of thin air. He slung an arm around the guy’s shoulder, talking up a storm in that hypnotic way that he did. “Haven’t seen you around Santa Carla before. You new? Nice jacket. You know I got one just like it myself. It’s pretty sick.” The guy opened his mouth to speak but the blonde overwhelmed him, already pivoting him away towards the crowd and fishing through his riding pants pocket. “You smoke? I got something we can totally split. Hey, have you been to the bluff just a mile down west? Wicked place for a smoke sesh. In fact we could take my bike and—”

And just like that he was gone and the man was too, Marko buzzing after them with this look on his face that filled you with dread. Because now you knew for certain that that man was not going to survive to see the next sunrise.

A hand, heavy and strong, found your shoulder. You didn’t need to turn to know who it belonged to. The grip was tight enough to hurt. 

“He didn’t know, David.” You protested weakly to the night air. “He couldn’t have known that…”

“That? That?” David hummed out almost mockingly, brows down. Entertained by your agitation as he rounded you like a shark circling prey. That hand on your shoulder traced your neck. “That nobody lays a goddamn finger on you? That you belong—” He was up in your personal space all at once, making you take a half-step back. He blew smoke in your face. “—to me? Because you do, doll. And you should have known better.”

You couldn’t help the way your knees got all weak and jelly-soft at his words, at his intent glare, like he wanted to eat you alive. A cat with a mouse. “David, come on…” You whispered half-heartedly. 

“You know, maybe you need another lesson. A reminder you can’t forget so easily.” Just like that there was an arm around your waist and you were being crushed against his side, being marched down the boardwalk away from your post and towards his bike parked brusquely in front of the lit-up archway. You swallowed hard at the sight. His grip got tighter. 

“Please, please David. Please, please, please.” You whimpered, face mashed against the gritty rooftop of the abandoned building. David always did have a thing for showing you off to the world. Telling the universe that you were his to do whatever he wanted with. That included flying you to the top of the abandoned gas station on the edge of the overgrown lot in town.

People were walking the streets below. You were barely out of sight. 

David’s bare, scarred fingers squelched inside you with brutal, rapid strokes. The kind of speed and force and raw demand that made your brain go fucking blank with electrical pleasure running down your knees, locking up your torso. 

He pulled his bundle of fingers out and open-palm slapped at your absolutely sopping pussy a few times, making you jump. He had you over his lap, settled cross-legged on the rooftop. He’d been torturing you like this for ages; no relief, no orgasms, not even the warm comfort of his cock or his tongue. Just coaxing, evil fingers scraping and stretching your insides until you were a leaking, shiny mess sprawled belly-down over his knees. 

Fingers teased your soft, open entrance again, up and down and up and down. You moaned pathetically and let your head drop back down to the dirty grit, fists balled up hard enough that your nails cut into skin.

“Still waitin’ on that apology.” He ground out evenly, voice muffled by the cigarette pressed between his lips. 

“I did apologize!” You whined out. 

“Didn’t count. You didn’t mean it.” His fingers dipped into you again, jackhammering for a few excruciatingly pleasurable seconds and making your wetness fly out before he pulled back again, spreading your folds apart with damp fingers. 

“I meant it!”

“Say it again, doll.”

“‘M sorry— fuuuuuck, I’m sorry, David.” You moaned. His broad index finger scraped teasingly, again and again and again, against that mushy spot in your channel that made your toes curl. “Sorry I w— sorry I was being a f-flirt. I’m yours, I shouldn’t…. Shouldn’t… oh my god—”

It was so good. So hypnotically, insanely, brain-meltingly good, feeling those fingers stretch you again and again so deliciously, alternating between manic thrusting that threatened to pitch you over the edge before pulling back into soft kitten-pets and teasing circles drawn around your abused clit. 

“So whiny. Christ.” He said with a dark, ridiculing chuckle. “You trying to drown my hand or somethin’, doll? Jesus. So fuckin’ wet. Do you feel this shit?” He dragged the entirety of his broad hand flat against your swollen pussy and you whimpered in response. “He couldn’t have gotten you this fucking worked up. This sweet pussy only gets this excited for me.”

“Only for you, David, I swear.” You said almost without thinking, rocking back helplessly in his lap against the dull pleasure of his palm grinding on your clit. 

“All mine.”

“All yours. David, please.”

Without any warning your world was tilting and moving: he was manhanding you like a doll, hauling you up without even a grunt of effort, setting you down on his lap. A hard, hot cock pressed against your back: you mindlessly rubbed back against it and he chuckled again. He sounded pleased. 

“Want it that bad, huh?”

“Always.”

“Okay, princess.” A furnace-hot mouth latched onto the sensitive skin joining your neck to your shoulder, sucking and teething painfully as strong hands lifted up you. His bare cockhead, smooth and blunt, pressed against your sopping hole. “Can’t say no, when you’re this fuckin’ pathetic. That’d just be cruel of me.”

“God, you’re so—” You were gasping out just as he readjusted his grip on your hips and pushed, brutal and demanding, splitting you open. You parted for him with no resistance, wet and desperate and soft. He groaned wetly into your neck. 

There was no time to adjust to the intrusion before those inhumanly strong hands started lifting you up and down, Double Shot-ing you on his cock. Blissfully, euphorically fast. The wet slap slap slap of your ass against his pelvis sounded loud as thunder in the quiet air. 

“L-love that you’re so protective—” You dumbly rambled as David fucked you. “Like it when y-you look at me like that. Feels— fuck— feels good.”

David growled so low and so deep in his chest it thrummed against your back. “Gotta keep an eye on my girl. She gets into trouble.” His low voice was strained. 

Shit, you were not gonna last. The eons of teasing had left your right on the brink. You weren’t even sound of mind enough to be embarrassed begging for it. “David, please,” You chanted, feet scrambling for purchase on the rooftop to brace against something, “Please can I cum, fucking please—”

“No.” He snarled. “You know the rule.”

You whined pathetically. “You first. Please hurry.”

Another laugh. “Don’t worry. Pretty thing like you, pussy drooling all over my cock, fuckin’ desperate for it, just… shit— fuck, fuck, doll—”

David ground you down against his pelvis hard enough to bruise, teeth buried savagely into your shoulder, cock pulsing inside of you. Head bloomed in your core. Fuck, you were not above begging, but even in the middle of his own orgasm he swooped in to save you: strong fingers rubbed tight, aggressive circles around your clit as he filled you up with his cum and that’s all you needed to black the fuck out and fly into oblivion. 

You came back to yourself, shivering in the night air, with the weight of David’s heavy form pressed up against your back. You were barely aware of his fingers trailing idly over your union point, gathering cum and slick. David reached up and ran that hand down your neck: right over where you had wiped the man’s pungent sweat an hour before. 

“Maybe that’ll keep the leeches away.” He rumbled behind you. His voice was softer, now. Content. Like a lion with its kill. 

You chuckled weakly. “Maybe. Or I could just tell them I have a big, scary vampire boyfriend that fucks my brains out so well on a regular basis that no human can ever compare.”

“Hey, whatever works, doll.”

[themarginalthinker]

Wheels and Circles

(tiny drabble that's more of a feeling exploration. The pack is leaving their home of a long time. That means leaving lots of things behind.)

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"This one?"

"No."

"Okay, uh. This one?"

"Dude."

"...I mean, okay, but this one is-"

"Paul."

The man in question flinches a little at Dwayne's tone. The tone that said 'we're done' with more finality than any scolding. Paul's fingers still linger on the paper and cardboard slip for the record.

He doesn't turn around, and he doesn't let go.

He hears Dwayne come up behind him, sees his hand coming before it touches his own but Paul still jerks the record away, keeping it out of the other's reach and stepping a few feet away. His lip lifts, showing the faintest tip of white teeth as he does.

Dwayne sighs.

"You know why we're doing this."

Yeah. Doesn't mean he has to like it. It doesn't mean that with every denial, he can't feel a little more of himself chipping, slipping away into the ocean outside.

He also knows they don't have time for this.

The clock was ticking every day. Stacking the others' anxiety atop his own in his head like bricks in a wall that will topple at the smallest push.

They had to leave Santa Carla, and things like records wouldn't find space in travel bags.

Paul gives the battered Beatles LP a long, last look, before setting it into its box alongside the others. In the bond, he can feel Dwayne relax, a little. There won't be a fight tonight.

Another one.

Paul is, however, done for the moment. He slips out of the storage space, away from Dwayne, past the others - past David, who has been staring at that fucking roadmap like it's going to reveal to him the secrets of the universe if only he look at it a little fucking longer - and out of the cave.

Paul lets the others' questioning prods at his mind fall off like oil on water. He turns when he's out of the cave, to the rickety staircase, and rather than climb that, he kicks off his boots and toes off his socks, and sets his extended claws to the bare rock of the cliffside.

The stone digs into his hands and feet as he digs into it. With a pull, he's up a step, and another. Bit by bit, like a lizard, like a mountain goat, chimerical creature, Paul ascends. The wind pull at him, his hair whipping around his face. People never mentions just how windy the sea is. Salt and brine and something pure works into his lungs as he lets himself breathe, taking it in.

Up and up, past a fatal fall height for a human.

Paul thinks about letting go. His claws slipping from their inhuman grip, feeling the fullness of the wind and spray of the ocean under his arms as he plunges. The swing of the Earth towards him as she hurls on, regardless of him.

He doesn't, though.

Paul eventually makes it to a small alcove - a jut of rock not quite near the top of the cliff, but close enough that from here, he can see the bay. The very tip of a rock formation way out there, cutting the perfect line of the horizon in two.

He crouches, watching the grey clouds roll over the black sky, slowly blotting out stars. In this season, there's soon to be squalls. Growing colder as the sun leaves them inch by inch, day by day.

What does he care of the sun - it's only concern to him ought to be keeping away from it.

Paul can feel David now, in the bond. Asking after him. They still have lots to do. Plans made, and meant to be followed through so this transition from hearth to heath will go smoothly. David will get angry anyway if he just ignores him outright for too long.

Paul moves to sit, and watch the ocean. The moon, in her round, silver face.

The tide changes.

[kneamet]

Can you maybe write some more for patrick mckenna and roman sionis ? Like anything you want:)

I really can't find much fics that stay true to cannon patrick and there is not much for roman either

crown of thorns

Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, drabble, fanaticism, quoting the bible

Word Count: 644

Character: patrick mckenna/reader

crown of thorns

It had been raining continuously on the tiles and plank roofs for several hours — the Vatican was rarely shrouded in smoke, fog, and even more so a slushy downpour. The always clear sun hid behind the menacing clouds that descended over the houses. Patrick, every time flinching at a lightning strike or the sound of a thunderstorm, as if driving nails, looked out the window, hesitantly averted his gaze. His white-knuckled fingers were clutching his mother's cross, his head was bent down; he was talking to God, revealing his whole essence and intentions.

His secrets are sealed in an envelope that will open only at ascension. To touch the miracle, people will run to him, they will mock him, and he will watch the crying women and fall. Very soon the chosen one will appear to amuse the audience; many tears will be shed on Via Dolorosa and Patrick will step on them without shedding his own. His naked body, charred hands will carry the miraculous cross.

An impatient doorbell rang, repeated several quick times and interrupted the calm silence of a modest one-room apartment. Patrick was alarmed, alerted, his hands tensed. He was leaving the table, touching the towel, and now a couple of minutes later she was sitting in front of him — a cute, drenched angel, lost in her own desires, not knowing who to believe in and who to believe in.

He did not drive out the one who came to him. She was sitting in front of him on the bed, in wet clothes and bare legs, looking around — noticed three apples on the kitchen table, pomegranate, bread. Patrick was leaning towards her, kneeling, whispering something softly. Your sneakers were left near the front door, your socks were wet. With a towel wet from the water that Patrick used to wipe your feet,  carefully washed each finger. He was silent, but his stomach was still burdened with an unpleasant feeling - would it really end so quickly? His death, which ended with ulcers on his body, holes in his palms, will come on Friday. His soul will ascend to his Father, Patrick is worried about this, and he will take his darling from the very hell; she will wait for him in the cold and eternity.

At her blows, he turned his left cheek, listening again and again to the scientific ideas spread by Langdon. The sinful heart of Patrick knew about the evil intentions spread by the professor, the defiler of the church. His angel listened to him, and he, like the devil, brought doubts into her soul, corrupted her. She was reserved, beautiful — dove’s eyes her, hair is like a flock of goats, going down from Mount Gilead, lips are like a strand of scarlet, and her mouth is lovely.

He traded an olive branch for a crown of thorns. The light of the last bulb went out in the languor of self-immolation, Patrick learned to live in fear all his childhood; he ate ashes like bread and dissolved drinking with tears. He had a zealous love for his angel with the appearance of a malicious succubus, and love covers a multitude of sin. Memories of the oak grove, clothes created by his mother, flashed through his thoughts; a twelve-year-old boy appeared in Patrick's dreams, training adults.

He looked into her eyes — doubts swarmed in her like bacteria. In the legs there is no truth and very soon she would betray him; the devil would strike her like David Goliath. Patrick, like the Lamb of God, will endure all trials.

Patrick's dreams were to become the Messiah, but the spirit of the morning star was reflected in him. He broke the grail, throne of thorns and a cradle of bones have been waiting for Patrick for a long time.

Tomorrow the beloved traitor will reward him with a kiss.

the drabble is completely based on the moment in which jesus washed the feet of his disciples (here patrick appears as сhrist, and the reader is judas), and it was very interesting for me to write it. @moonchild-cupcake i hope you liked it and patrick's character was like in the canon! but if not, then i can write something else for you.

i think that the rest of the works on patrick will be about the same; to be honest, bible stories fit very well on him and i don't understand when people don't use it. like, damn, you watched a movie about a fanatic, why don't you take religious stories?

:_) in general, yes, something like that. the next job, most likely, will be a work on mark renton and no longer in the form of a drabble.

[carry-on-every-neverland-magic]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

SPOILERS

If Bella and Pedro and everyone who is making this show aren’t showered with awards I will personally march. They nail it EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME

and the David ep was so much more emotional so much more horrifying and it delivered on every level. This will be a rambling flailing mess but just I loved how Ellie was taking care of Joel and softly telling him she’d be back and leaving him the knife and fucking protecting him when it must be killing him that he can’t do that for her (until later of course) Troy Baker was delicious as James and kind of hilarious that Bella our Ellie killed game Joel lol but god GOD I’m kinda overwhelmed right now I have never heard a scream like Ellie’s the fear and anger and pain she expelled on that freak who tired to abuse her (sidenote the actor who played David was incredible he at the snap of a finger could turn into a monster from that soft spoken man whose rage and disgust was boiling under the surface just chilling)

Joel JOEL fucked up those men and found that strength because Ellie needed him and when David said all that shit to Ellie about her having a violent heart thinking he knew her because he saw her fight, saw her as a leader, he knows NOTHING he doesn’t see her humour or her warmth, her wonder or her hope. Joel sees it but all David saw was prey. It was incredibly harrowing episode but I was prepared but not for that scream nor for the way she struggled against Joel when she was overcome with fear and not wanting to be touched as the last man who did that burned her but the change the gentleness when Joel held her face CALLED HER BABYGIRL the love they have for each other is everything and they would go to the ends of the earth themselves to protect each other. Again nothing I ramble about will do justice to how this made me feel but Joel and Ellie since the game have been incredibly special to me and the show is just deepening that by expanding on the emotion and depth and making everything even more painful and beautiful. Like holy shit guys HOLY SHIT what did we do to deserve this show. Sidenote again I love how Joel killed that first guy exactly like its done in the game like a sneak attack lol. OH AND DONT EVEN TOUCH ME ABOUT WHEN JOEL LEANT HIS HEAD AGAINST ELLIES FUCK I AM ANNHIALTED AND THE BABYGIRL MADE MY SOUL ASCEND IM SHAKING AND GONNA BAWL ABOUT IT LATER BECAUSE IT’LL HIT ME JUST HOW FAR THESE TWO HAVE COME. 

[amillixnvoicesarch]

headcanon ( v: heavy is the head that wears the crown )

( tagging you so you can share these feels with me @legeandary ;___; )

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The days are passing in a bit of a BLUR. Alex had called NYU and asked to take the week off for obvious reasons but asked his professors to send him the materials for his classes as well. He’s not entirely sure whether or not he’ll get much done considering how hectic things are, but there’s many things Henry has to do that he doesn’t really have a say in, or is around for, so there’s time. Time Alex has to fill so his mind won’t go rogue on him.

He tries to be there for as MANY events and talks as he can, but he’s not exactly helpful during most of them. Henry knows more about this than he does, obviously, and so Alex tries his best to keep busy. Pez is back in New York, keeping an eye on the foundation, and Nora and June have gone with him for the time being. They both have places to be, but most of their work can be done from wherever as long as there’s a computer nearby, and Alex can tell they’re worried about him, so it makes sense for them to stick together, to keep each other from spiralling.

Alex mostly talks to himself, and to David, to keep from going out of his mind, even though Amy’s still there with him. He likes her, she’s been around for so long at this point, but it’s not like he can just DUMP his feelings on her. He wouldn’t do it either way. She follows him around like a shadow though, and when Catherine invites him to tea with her and Philip, Amy gives him a look, asking You gonna be okay? The words conveyed with nothing but her eyes, and Alex nods. So Amy stays in front of the door when he steps into one of the many rooms in Buckingham Palace that he’s sure are not used for anything and are merely decorative at this point.

There’s tea, but it seems to be about as decorative as the rest of the room, because neither Philip nor Catherine are touching it. “What’s up?” Alex asks, head cocked to the side as he watches them both.

“We need to talk.” Philip, though they’ve gotten along better before,  these past few days, seems to be more tense than ever, his lips a thin line as he stands, hands clasped behind his back. “Things have obviously changed, so adjustments need to be made.”

“Yeah...I’m aware,” Alex frowns, wondering if Philip’s somehow missed the memo that Henry and Alex’ entire lives have been turned upside down in the last few days.

“What he’s trying to say,” Catherine interjects, her voice much softer than her son’s. “Is that...this changes everything. For better, and for worse.” Alex knows that she’s not had an easy life either, and things would have gone better for everyone if the Queen had lived maybe a little longer, or if Philip hadn’t STEPPED DOWN. But that’s wishful thinking, Alex knows as much.

“You’ve been courting a prince who was unlikely to ascend to the throne, which is why things could go on as they did. Should you and Henry call it quits, then the media would have made a fuss about it, but it would have blown over. Now, however...” She sighs, “You are courting a KING. The ruler of an entire nation, and if you’re to break his heart, then that would cause nothing short of a scandal.”

“I’m sorry, calling it quits?” Alex tries to follow the line of thinking but comes up short. He knows that Henry’s worried about it, rightfully so with everything changing, but Alex can’t think of a moment in time where he’d given even the SLIGHTEST indication that he’s not in this for forever.

“We’re saying you need to STEP UP.” Philip interjects, and Alex notices he hasn’t once moved from his position across the table from him. “A proposal. An official announcement, as fast as possible. It’ll be enough of a distraction to keep most people busy and from speculating why Henry is the one who’s taking the throne.”

They still don’t really know WHY Philip hasn’t taken his rightful place on the throne, it’s been too busy to ask, and the other man isn’t exactly one to wear his heart on his sleeve. Given any other situation, Alex would have tried to be...UNDERSTANDING at least, but the confusion he’s feling is slowly turning into anger. He can feel it bubbling up in his chest, hands clenched into fists at his side.

“You’re being serious about this, aren’t you?” He tries his best to keep his voice calm, but it comes out as more of a hiss than anything else.

“Well, obviously. Sacrifices need to be made for the greater good of the kingdom.” Philip continues, speaking almost nonchalantly, and Alex really, REALLY wants to punch him in the face.

“Alex, dear.” Once again Catherine’s voice is softer than her son’s, her hand coming to rest on his arm, but he steps away from her, shaking his head.

“You can’t possibly want this for Henry?” He’s thought about marriage, of course he has. Even before the whole throne debacle, because when Alex had said FOREVER, he’d meant exactly that. But this? This is wrong on so many levels, that he doesn’t even know where to begin.

“You’re supposed to be looking out for him, you’re his family! Mierda...” He curses under his breath, “And my love for Henry is not a fucking pr stunt for you to exploit!”

Philip opens his mouth to say something, but Alex can hear the blood rushing in his ears, and he knows he has to get out of there before he does something he’s most definitely going to regret. Or well, something that he’ll regret because of the consequences it would have for Henry.

The doors to the room fly open, and even though he doesn’t look, he knows Amy jumps into ALARM MODE. Alex barely manages to wave her off as he storms down the obscenely large hall, his footsteps echoing off the walls.

He makes it to their quarters, the door much EASIER to slam shut behind himself than the others, and so Alex does exactly that. It does nothing to dissolve his anger though.

He thinks back to when his mother had been willing to put her career on the line just to see him happy, and how Henry’s barely ever had that for himself, it’s not fair, and Alex wants no part of it.

He can feel the anger still, cursing under his breath as he paces across the room, back and forth, but nothing seems to help. Every time he feels a momentary relief he thinks about Philip’s cold expression and Catherine’s willingness to exploit her son for ‘the greater good of the kingdom’, and white, hot rage flashes in front of his eyes. Alex’s hands are still balled to fists, and he’s not sure when he decides that it’s going to help ( spoiler alert: it won’t, but he can’t bring himself to care ), but the next time he feels that surge of anger, his fist hits the nearest wall.

Turns out, the walls at Buckingham Palace are pretty sturdy, his hand only leaving a small dent as the PAIN shoots up his arm.

“FUCK!” Alex curses, shaking his hand and watching as his knuckles begin to bruise instantly. It does, at the very least, shake him out of his stupor, and Alex sinks down onto the nearest chair, holding his hand close to his chest.

It’s only when he takes in a shaky breath that he realizes his face is wet with TEARS. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

[byneddiedingo]

Neil Hamilton and Constance Bennett in What Price Hollywood? (George Cukor, 1932)

Cast: Constance Bennett, Lowell Sherman, Neil Hamilton, Gregory Ratoff, Brooks Benedict, Louise Beavers, Eddie Anderson. Screenplay: Jane Murfin, Ben Markson, Gene Fowler, Rowland Brown, based on a story by Adela Rogers St. John. Cinematography: Charles Rosher. Art direction: Carroll Clark. Film editing: Del Andrews, Jack Kitchin. Music: Max Steiner. 

Bradley Cooper's 2018 film A Star Is Born is often called a remake of the films by that title starring Fredric March and Janet Gaynor in 1937, James Mason and Judy Garland in 1954, and Kris Kristofferson and Barbra Streisand in 1976. But all four of them can trace their origin to What Price Hollywood?, produced by David O. Selznick and directed by George Cukor in 1932. The name is different but the plot's the same: A successful man in the entertainment business discovers a young woman whom he helps become a star, but as her career ascends, his personal problems send him into a tailspin. if there's any doubt about the link with What Price Hollywood? and at least the first A Star Is Born, both were produced by Selznick. RKO, which released What Price Hollywood?, threatened to sue Selznick over the similarities, but decided against it. Selznick also asked Cukor to direct the 1937 film, but Cukor declined, so William A. Wellman took it on. But then Cukor went on to direct the 1954 Star Is Born. I don't think there's any direct connection between What Price Hollywood? and the 1976 version, produced by Streisand and Jon Peters and directed by Frank Pierson, but the lineage by then was obvious. The idea for the original film is a natural in a Hollywood that had become increasingly conscious of its own myth, and many real-life rising-star-falling-mentor analogs can be found in the history of the industry. Selznick commissioned Adela Rogers St. Johns, a former reporter for Photoplay and the Hearst newspapers, to write the story for the film, and various other hands turned it into a screenplay, though St. Johns and Jane Murfin claimed most of the credit when they were nominated for an Oscar for best original story. The film begins with a touch of screwball comedy when Max Carey (Lowell Sherman), an alcoholic director, encounters Mary Evans (Constance Bennett), a waitress at the Brown Derby looking for her chance to break into the movies. After some funny scenes involving Max's drunkenness and Mary's initial ineptness as an actress, the movie unfortunately begins to get serious. Though it's clear Mary really loves Max, when she becomes a big star she marries a society polo player, Lonny Borden (Neil Hamilton), after a somewhat cutesy courtship. But Borden is unhappy being "Mr. Mary Evans," and eventually storms out, though she's pregnant. Meanwhile, Max's decline continues, and after Mary rescues him from the drunk tank and promises to rehabilitate him, he shoots himself, thereby embroiling her in a headline-making scandal. But then Borden returns to apologize and all is well again. What keeps the film alive despite its clichés are the performances. Bennett is quite charming, and Sherman clearly models Max on John Barrymore, whom he knew well: He was married to Helene Costello, whose sister, Dolores, was Barrymore's third wife. The supporting cast includes Gregory Ratoff as the producer of Mary's films, Louise Beavers as (of course) her maid, and Eddie Anderson as Max's chauffeur -- five years before he became famous as Jack Benny's chauffeur, Rochester, on radio.  

[stellanisms]

( herman tømmeraas, 23, cis male, he/him ) stellan alto has been living in point place for thirteen years. their favorite song is somebody to love by queen. they’re currently up to working at the fotohut, but they’d rather be smoking weed & sketching. first impressions usually stick around here, and others describe them as secretive, alluring, & humble. stick around to get to know the real them.

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: stellan paolo alto ⟶ nicknames: usually just goes by stellan. if he really likes you, you might get away with... stellbells ⟶ three things he likes: people who mind their own business, rock music, drawing and painting ⟶ three things he dislikes: people who talk too much, someone who can’t pronounce his name properly, salt and vinegar chips ⟶ gender: cis male ⟶ height: 5 ‘ 11 ⟶ age: 23 ⟶ birthday: january 23, 1955 ⟶ zodiac: aquarius sun ( capricorn - aquarius cusp, or the cusp of ‘mystery and imagination’ ), virgo moon, capricorn ascendant ⟶ right handed or left handed: ambidextrous, more comfortable with his left hand ⟶ eye color: green, and shifts with lighting. sometimes they will look grey, other times hazel, other times a yellow tint, but predominantly green ⟶ hair color: naturally really, really light blonde, but has been dying his hair dark brown since he was eleven, hates being naturally blonde ⟶ piercings and tattoos: no piercings, an aquarius symbol on his left wrist ⟶ languages spoken: swedish ( native tongue ), portuguese ( father’s native tongue ), english, basic spanish ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: bisexual / bioromantic ( closeted, repressed, with a strong male preference ) ⟶ place of birth: stockholm, sweden ⟶ hometown: point place, wisconsin ⟶ five aesthetics: golden rings placed across bruised and cut up fingers, an envy worthy side profile, green eyes gazing into the sunset, fights with your father so ugly you turn the music up to turn your thoughts down, a long list of unsaid things ⟶ character inspo: rosa diaz from brooklyn 99, adam groff from sex education, garrett mcneil from superstore, nick miller from new girl

background story ;

stellan was born in sweden’s capital, stockholm, to a single mother named anya berg. his father, a portuguese man named paolo alto, was in and out of the picture when he was younger. stellan somewhat had contact with him at first, but eventually, he stopped visiting, stopped writing, and stellan never bothered to keep in touch with him, as he lived on the other side of the world in the states

his upbringing wasn’t the best, but his mother cared about him, and a lot. when he was younger, he was a very hyperactive child. he talked a lot, he misbehaved a lot, and he never knew when to stop. his mother, while she adored him, did little to nothing to help his behavior

in fact, every few months or so, stellan met a new guy his mother was seeing, and was forced to call him ‘dad’, which only worsened his hyperactive behavior, and caused him to act out in school

it was always someone rich, someone who could pay their apartment off and buy him nice things until his mother grew sick of them and moved onto the next. it was a continuous cycle, and unfortunately, stellan didn’t know anything besides that. to him, having a new partner who paid your bills every few months was normal. after all, it was something his mother often did

still, stellan didn’t resent his mother despite her behavior. even with her flighty ways, she always at least tried to be a good mom, and eventually, he began taking advantage of the situation, often times milking his mother’s new lovers for things he wanted, since he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was taking advantage of some other idiot

soon enough, his mother met a man who was bound to show up in his nightmares sooner rather than later. this man’s name was david. at first, david appeared to be a nice, loving man, but soon enough, stellan realized he wasn’t who he appeared to be

! tw the next two bullets contain abuse, and brief mentions of molestation, proceed with caution ! one day, when his mother is out and about, and he thinks david is sound asleep in her room, stellan sneaks inside and begins to look through his wallet, prepared to steal his money and blame it on him being reckless. little does he expect for david to wake up while he’s in the middle of doing this, and little does he expect for him to be black out drunk. he was caught red handed, and before he can even try to think of some shitty excuse, david begins to hit him, and scream at him while calling him many names, such as brat, spoiled, robber, etc

and honestly, stellan doesn’t really know what to do. he’s ten at the time, so he kind of just takes it because for one, david is a lot bigger and obviously stronger than he is. eventually, david lets him go, and he struggles back into his room, breaking down into tears. not even a full ten minutes pass by and david is walking inside, apologizing over and over again, and telling him how much he loves him and his mother, to which stellan just cries. even when david is telling him how special he is, even when david is leaning in for a hug. but a hug turns into a kiss, and a kiss turns into a touch, and stellan isn’t sure what happened or what to even call what happened, but he knows deep down in his heart that he didn’t like it. it made him feel unsafe, and uncomfortable and scared, but he’s being told over and over again that no one would ever believe him if he ever says anything, so despite desperately wanting to tell his mother what happened when she got home, he doesn’t, and tells her that his wounds are a result of a fight he picked at school

the next two months are hell on earth for him. it takes two months of seeing his aggressor, two months of sharing a roof with him, and two months for his mother to get sick of david and move onto the next. still, what happened between them that night is forever engraved into his brain, giving him repetitive nightmares

from then on out, unfortunately, things only seem to worsen for him. his mother is diagnosed with breast cancer and passes away after a few months, and, the only person stellan can think to call is his father, even though he hasn’t spoken to him in years

thankfully for him, his father is more than willing to care for him, but that meant leaving a life he’s always known and moving to a place, and a continent, he’s never even considered visiting before. stellan permanently moves in with his father in point place, wisconsin when he’s almost eleven years old

that once talkative, energetic and bubbly kid he was is replaced by someone cold, calculating, and unwelcoming. his demeanor and personality completely change after the things he’s been through, resulting in him turning into someone he told himself he would never be

his father, while he isn’t a terrible guy, doesn’t share the same views that he does, which results in them constantly fighting, up to the point where his teenage years feel like a nightmare

stellan doesn’t talk much at school. in fact, he often ignores people and was even once asked ‘do you speak’, to which he just ignored the question and walked past said person. while he isn’t a bully, he found himself picking fights with people who tested his patience, turning into someone mean and even aggressive when messed around with. the amount of times he’s come home with bruised and bloody knuckles after picking a fight was truly unbelievable, but in his eyes, why were people in his way?

even with all of this, stellan isn’t stupid. he graduates high school easily, but decides against going to college, and with money he saved up from working at the fotohut and secretly selling weed, stellan manages to finance a small apartment to move away from his father, a place he can somewhat call home

headcanons ;

stellan is a very creative individual. he loves to draw and paint and finds this to be a relaxing past time. he is what you would call the ‘quiet artsy stoner guy’

he doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life. part of him wants to finish a small career and become an interior designer to make more money, but the other part of him is depressed and unmotivated

surprisingly, he’s good at distributing money. he isn’t rich, but he’s never lacking in anything because he’s smart financially, tricks he’s picked up from a few of his mother’s previous rich boyfriends

stellan can be very mean, but when you really get to know him, which is rare, he’s like a different person. stellan isn’t someone that you want as your enemy, because if he really doesn’t like you, he can genuinely make your days a living hell

he has undiagnosed ptsd and bipolar disorder, with more manic episodes than anything. he will be up for days with little to no sleep, manic as hell, and think nothing is wrong with him. during these manic episodes, he can get very creative and paint and paint and paint, but he can also become very destructive, and restless in a bad way

despite really needing help, and to probably be put on medication, stellan doesn’t believe in therapy, something his mother and father have engraved into his brain. as they have both stated, ‘we don’t do therapy, that’s for the weak’

besides painting, and working, stellan likes going to the gym. he isn’t one of those gym junkies, but he feels like exercise keeps his mind occupied, and he’s a big fan of not thinking, because his thoughts can get rather dark

honestly hate this but he has… a pet snake. a scarlet kingsnake to be exact. the snake is only sixteen inches long, nonvenomous and absolutely harmless, but anyone who doesn’t like snakes is iffy. his snake is named snake bell, a funny take on taco bell. really describes his personality spot on, but he loves this snake

he smokes a lot of weed, up to the point where it makes him idiotic, but he doesn’t really do anything else besides that. realistically speaking, he isn’t opposed to experimenting, but most of the time, he’s too busy to partake in such things

he has never told anyone about what happened with david, not only because he finds it difficult to talk about, but because he thinks it will make him appear as weak, and he thinks this will make people feel sorry for him, which is the last thing he wants

stellan has a rocky relationship with his father. they rarely agree on anything and any time they see each other, they just fight. his father can be a real hard ass. he only spoke swedish and english when he first moved in with him, but his father forced him to learn portuguese, which is his native tongue. stellan speaks very good portuguese, but isn’t a fan of the language

he has a very big tendency to push people away. he would rather be alone and he makes this very clear, as he can be somewhat hostile and cold upon talking to him

stellan constantly has bruised and bloody knuckles covered in rings. he doesn’t pick fights like he used to in his teenage years, but he’s always up for a throw down. he can genuinely throw a very good punch. call it the gym or whatever, but he could cause some serious damage if he really wants to

he is a closeted bi with a strong male preference. he has only just come to terms with this, and he represses it because of his upbringing. stellan honestly assumes it’s just a phase and that it will pass, and he partially blames it on the trauma he’s experienced with david, thinking that somewhat shaped his idea of men, but in reality no... you’re just kind of gay and that’s fine stellan, come on

maybe it’s because of his experience with david, or the ugly things he’s been through, but he’s very big on the idea of hurting someone before they can hurt him. he would never let anyone hurt him the way david has in the past, which is why he would rather strike first. you can’t hurt him if his walls are so high, right?

stellan has been dying his hair since before he was even a pre teen. he is a natural light blonde ( i’m talking draco malfoy blonde ), but he hates being blonde. in fact, very few people, or literally no one at all, is even aware of the fact that he’s blonde. to everyone, he is a natural brunette, people don’t know any better

despite not showing it, one day, he wants to find love. the idea scares the shit out of him, but he secretly wants it

stellan’s uncle is the one and only axel berg. he’s one of the few people stellan feels like he can count on, and maybe somewhat open up to

wanted connections ; 

it feels like we only go backwards: stellan already doesn’t have the best judgment, but neither does this muse, and they’re basically just toxic for each other. it’s like when they get together, it’s just dark, yet there’s a certain attraction they can’t seem to avoid. this can be completely platonic, or it could turn romantic, i’m down for whatever!

you used to call me on my house phone: someone he was somewhat close to in high school, but they drifted apart and now it’s kind of awkward. they could have had a falling out, or they could have just stopped talking to each other. either way, they don’t call each other’s house phones anymore

take a picture, it’ll last longer: someone who always comes to the fotohut. whether it’s to see him, or simply because they take a lot of photos, is entirely up to the mun, but stellan may or may not be sick of seeing this muse

don’t let me get me: a muse who can sense that he’s been through a lot of trauma and tries to fix him, or maybe be there for him and let him know that they have a friend and that they’re not alone. stellan probably pushes this muse away a lot

stoner circle at the fotohut: someone who smokes with him and the iconic leo at the fotohut on the job. they just laugh at stupid things and roast other people’s idiotic photos together

i know you’re secret: hear me out... someone who knows he’s a natural blonde. how they know can be plotted, but stellan hates the fact that this muse knows. literally tells them repeatedly not to say anything, as if being naturally blonde is a crime

you’re my favorite muse: his muse! i feel this would have to go a bit off chemistry, but maybe someone he draws or someone who inspires him to be creative. this could turn out romantic, or could stay completely platonic as well!

laundry mat buddies stick together: someone who is always doing their laundry at the laundry mat whenever he is, up to the point where they’ve become cool with each other while they wait for their clothes to wash. maybe they smoke at the parking lot and listen to queen in stellan’s car

let’s be friends so we can makeout: friends who sometimes kiss each other or whatever, probably open to females only because i feel he has no experience with men whatsoever, despite knowing deep down that he prefers them

or we can plot!

birthchart ;

[marblejams]

I will finish these podcasts, mark my words. If I don’t that means I quit on one or all of them.

Update: I added two more podcasts and I dropped one because they had to stop because of personal reasons

Update 2: I added more podcasts again. Will I do this again? Maybe. I don’t know? Podcasts both don’t speak to me and speak to me at the same time 

Here’s the list:

Unprepared Casters - I finished arc one and it is everything to me.

A mutual on Twitter swears by the show 

Dice Shame -

I saw an animatic about this on YouTube so yeah 

Steeplechase - STARTING (HAD TO RESTART TWICE BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY SKIPPED THE SETUP EPISODE AND THE BEGINNING OF EPISODE 1)

QUITTING FOR NOW because my phone storage is full.

I’m on episode 5, it’s pretty rough but it will get better

Dumbgeons and Dragons but only the episodes where Kyle guest stars - SKIP

skipping this one for now

I’m going to audio drama marathon mode starting with a horror sci fi show and ending with whatever Welcome to the Nightvale is

Janus Ascending - COMPLETE

The ending is what I thought it would be. It’s a horror podcast, everyone was either going to die or go mentally insane and both happened. 

The Vesta Clinic - COMPLETE

One of my favorite podcasts so far, it’s short and sweet to the point. I like hearing about all these aliens across the universe.

Waiting for season 2 but not excepting it or I’ll hurt my heart

Starship Q Star - COMPLETE

Season 1 was great and I was kinda shocked when they said the c word but they’re Australian so I knew it was coming.

Where the Stars Fell - COMPLETE

Fun 2 seasons. Hoping season 3 is the final season, also Brian David Gilbert is Jesus next season which kinda suits him

Greater Boston - QUIT

The beginning is too boring and I feel no connection to the host whoever they are

Welcome to the Nightvale - IN PROGRESS (MIGHT QUIT) - DID QUIT

Cecil is meh but the world is interesting. I don’t understand why he’s a Tumblr sexyman, he’s so boring minus that he wants to date Carlos the scientist which he should so he can get his heart snapped in half.

Astronomica - STARTED & QUITTED

I like the concept, but the first few episodes were too slow. The player being the AI was the best part for real

Fawk & Stallion - at the bottom

Please be gay Sherlock Holmes

Intra Quest- at the bottom

iHeartRadio keeps doing limited series podcasts and they end up being pretty good. I really enjoyed Blood Thirsty Hearts and Maxine Miles. They’re making a season 2 for Maxine Miles which is fantastic and I’m excited. 

The only thing I know about Intra Quest is that it’s a limited sci-fi series and I’m waiting for it to be finished so I can binge all of it 

The Last Echos - at the bottom

I don’t know if I’ll like it because it’s going to be political and I don’t understand politics and I can’t ask for help on that.

I’m just going to hope that it’s LGBTQIA+ and cling to that

Auricle -

I know this is a sci-fi thing I just not touching it until the season is over. They need to tell me it’s over. 

Lavender Scare -

A few friends from Dimension 20 Twitter or on this but I don’t I think it’s finished. I will eventually get to it, none of them follow me on Tumblr so they can’t yell at me about it. 

Kingmaker Histories -

a YouTuber I like has this audio drama podcast 

Mansfield Mysteries -

A bunch of audio dramas I follow did a promo on it, but I didn’t listen to the promo. I’m just going in blind, not solving the mystery. I never solve mysteries; I’m not smart enough for that. 

Breaker Whiskey -

I’m pretty sure Lauren Shippin, the creator of Bright Sessions is on this and she’s a genius. 

Update

3/23/2023

Wait, I saw an out of context spoiler for Night Vale. Are there going to be other voice actors? That can’t be right, they can’t do that. I’m not attached to Cecil, I’m just shocked that they would hire more people to voice act because they doesn’t seem like their jam at all.

Update

4/13/2023

I added tags because yeah

Update

5/15/2023

I added a new podcast to the list again

8/28/2023

I actually updated this list earlier with different thoughts, but I didn’t save it because I had a the app did not save my draft so now it’s here 

9/6/2023

I replaced the old video with a new video. That broke this post for a bit but it did update properly.

This list is for me versus anyone else

[ingravinoveritas]

Do you really see no chemistry between DT and GT? I see lots, personally. I even remember watching that DW episode she guested in, in its original run, and thinking "wait a minute, the Doctor and his cloned daughter look like they're about ready to kiss, cool it off kids". As an example check out their New Year's quiz video, it's like an hour & a half, and I thought they came across very well there as a couple. All warm and inside-jokey & GT even cracked her 'cool' facade a couple of times lol.

Hi, Anon! Thank you for writing in to share your thoughts. I hope I didn’t wrongly give the impression that I see no chemistry between David and Georgia, because that is not the case at all. I do see chemistry between them, for sure...it’s just a different kind of chemistry to what I see between Michael and David.

One thing I think we sometimes forget is that there is a difference between on-screen chemistry and off-screen. Georgia and David certainly seem to have chemistry off-screen, but I’m not sure how well that translates to on camera. Georgia herself has said that at least one casting director told her she was not a “convincing partner” for David on screen. Casting directors are literally paid to notice and capitalize on chemistry between actors, so that’s not nothing.

And I did indeed see the New Year’s Doctor Who Quiz video from two years ago, which was certainly funny and charming. This here was my favorite moment in particular, both because of what Georgia said (which seemed to be a not-so-thinly veiled reference to Michael) and David’s hilarious double-take reaction. I know it is no easy feat to host an event like that for nearly two hours, and to keep the banter and back-and-forth going without having either person’s energy flag, and I imagine that would be a hundred times more difficult if there wasn’t any chemistry between them, so kudos to David and Georgia for that.

But then we have these two pictures of David and Michael (**Warning: Spoilers for Staged 3 ahead. Proceed at your own discretion):

All that’s happening in these pictures is one little touch...and yet it is absolutely electric. There’s no video here, no dialogue, no context beyond David touching Michael, but you can see the chemistry between them, which is so strong it’s nearly palpable.

That’s an extraordinary thing. “Rare” doesn’t even begin to describe it, in my opinion--it’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing that we would all be so lucky to experience in our own lives. Magic. The magic that Neil Gaiman talked about Michael and David making when they got back into the roles of Aziraphale and Crowley for GO season 2. That is what I see in these pictures, and no matter how many times I see Michael and David together, I am continuously blown away by it.

So I hope that helps to explain my position a bit better, and my feelings on the chemistry between David and Georgia. Thanks for writing in! x

[lives-of-the-saints]

July 15 - ST. HENRY, Emperor

Henry, Duke of Bavaria, saw in a vision his guardian, St. Wolfgang, pointing to the words "after six." This moved him to prepare for death, and for six years he continued to watch and pray, when, at the end of the sixth year, he found the warning verified in his election as emperor. Thus trained in the fear of God, he ascended the throne with but one thought - to reign for His greater glory. The pagan Slavs were then despoiling the empire. Henry attacked them with a small force; but angels and Saints were seen leading his troops, and the heathen fled in despair. Poland and Bohemia, Moravia and Burgundy, were in turn annexed to his kingdom, Pannonia and Hungary won to the Church. With the Faith secured in Germany, Henry passed into Italy, drove out the Antipope Gregory, brought Benedict VIII back to Rome, and was crowned in St. Peter's by that Pontiff, in 1014. It was Henry's custom, on arriving in any town, to spend his first night in watching some church dedicated to Our Blessed Lady. As he was thus praying in St. Mary Major's, the first night of his arrival in Rome, he "saw the Sovereign and Eternal Priest Christ Jesus" enter to say Mass. Sts. Laurence and Vincent assisted as deacon and subdeacon. Saints innumerable filled the church, and angels sang in the choir. After the Gospel, an angel was sent by Our Lady to give Henry the book to kiss. Touching him lightly on the thigh, as the angel did to Jacob, he said, "Accept this sign of God's love for your chastity and justice;" and from that time the emperor always was lame. Like holy David, Henry employed the fruits of his conquests in the service of the temple. The forests and mines of the empire, the best that his treasury could produce, were consecrated to the sanctuary. Stately cathedrals, noble monasteries, churches innumerable, enlightened and sanctified the once heathen lands. In 1022 Henry lay on his bed of death. He gave back to her parents his wife, St. Cunegunda, "a virgin still, as a virgin he had received her from Christ," and surrendered his own pure soul to God.

Reflection - St. Henry deprived himself of many things to enrich the house of God. We clothe ourselves in purple and fine linen, and leave Jesus in poverty and neglect.

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MUHAMMAD'S JOURNEY TO HEAVEN

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Al-Fattâ'h! praise the "Opener!" and recite The marvels of that "Journey of the Night."*

OUR Lord Muhammad lay upon the hill

Saf, whereby the holy city stands,

Asleep, wrapped in a robe of camels* wool.

Dark was the night that Night of grace and still;

When all the seven spheres, by God's commands,

Opened unto him, splendid and wonderful!

For Gabriel, softly lighting, touched his side,

Saying, "Rise, thou enwrapped one! come and see

The things which be beyond. Lo! I have brought

Borak, the horse of swiftness; mount and ride!"

Milk-white that steed was, with embroidery

Of pearls and emeralds in his long hair wrought.

Hooved like a mule he was, with a man's face;

His eyes gleamed from his forelock, each a star

Of lucent hyacinth; the saddle-cloth

Was woven gold, which priceless work did grace! ,

The lightning goeth not so fast or far

As those broad pinions which he fluttered forth.

One heel he smote on Safa, and one heel

On Sinai where the dint is to this day.

* Cf. Koran, xvii. chapter "Of the Night Journey."

Next at Jerusalem lie neighed. Our Lord,

Descending with th' Archangel there, did kneel

Making the midnight prayer ; afterwards they

Tethered him to the Temple by a cord.

"Ascend!" spake Gabriel; and behold! there fell

Out of the sky a ladder bright and great,

"Whereby, with easy steps, on radiant stairs,

They mounted past our earth and heaven and hell

To the first sphere, where Adam kept the gate,

Which was of vaporous gold and silvery squares

Here thronged the lesser Angels : some took charge

To fill the clouds with rain and speed them round,

And some to tend live creatures; for what's born

Hath guardians there in its own shape : a large

Beauteous white cock crowed matins, at the sound

Cocks in a thousand planets hailed the morn.

Unto the second sphere by that white slope

Ascended they, whereof Noah held the key;

And two-fold was the throng of Angels here;

But all so dazzling glowed its fretted cope,

Burning with beams, Muhammad could not see

What manner of celestial folk were there.

The third sphere lay a thousand years beyond

If thou should'st journey as the sun-ray doth,

But in one FdtihaJi clomb they thitherward.

David and Solomon in union fond

Ruled at the entrance, keeping Sabaoth

Of ceaseless joy. The void was paven hard

With paven work of rubies if there be

Jewels on earth to liken unto them

Which had such color as no goldsmith knows

And here a vast Archangel they did see,

"Faithful of God "

his name, whose diadem

Was set with peopled stars; wherefrom arose

Lauds to the glory of God, filling the blue

With lovely music, as rose-gardens fill

A land with essences; and young stars, shaking

Tresses of lovely light, gathered and grew

Under his mighty plumes, departing still

Like ships with crews and treasure, voyage-making.

So came they to the fourth sphere, where there sate

Enoch, who never tasted death; and there

Behind its portal awful Azrael writes;

The shadow of his brows compassionate

Made night across all worlds; our Lord felt fear,

Marking the stern eyes and the hand which smites.

For always on a scroll he sets the names

Of new-born beings, and from off the scroll

He blotteth who must die; and holy tears

Roll down his cheeks, recording all our shames

And sins and penalties; while of each soul

Monker and Nakir reckon the arrears.

Next, at the fifth sphere's entry, they were 'ware

Of a door built in sapphire, having graven

Letters of flashing fire, the faith unfolding,

"THERE IS NO GOD SAVE GOD." Aaron sate there

Guarding the "region of the wrath of Heaven;"

And Israfil behind, his trumpet holding,

His trumpet holding which shall wake the dead

And slay the living all his cheek puffed out,

Bursting to blow ; for none knows Allah's time,

Nor when the word of judgment shall be said:

And darts, and chains of flame, lay all around,

Terrible tortures for th' ungodly's crime.

When to the sixth sphere passed they, Moses sped

Its bars of chrysoprase, and kissed our Lord,

And spake full sweet, "Prophet of Allah! thou

More souls of Ismael's tribes to truth hast led,

Than I of Isaak's." Here the crystal sword

Of Michael gave the light they journeyed through.

But at the seventh sphere that light which shone

Hath not an earthly name, nor any voice

Can tell its splendor, nay, nor any ear

Learn, if it listened; only he alone

Who saw it, knows how there th' elect rejoice,

Isa, and Ibrahim, and the souls most dear.

And he, the glorious regent of that sphere,

Had seventy thousand heads ; and every head

As many countenances; and each face

As many mouths; and in each mouth there were

Tongues seventy thousand, whereof each tongue said,

Ever and ever,

"Praise to Allah ! praise "

Here, at the bound, is fixed that lotus- tree

SEDRA, which none among the Angels pass;

And not great Gabriel's self might farther wend:

Yet, led by presences too bright to see,

Too high to name, on paths like purple glass

Our Lord Muhammad journeyed to the end.

Alone ! alone ! through hosts of Cherubim

Crowding the infinite void with whispering vans,

From splendor unto splendor still he sped;

Across the " Lake of Gloom" they ferried him,

And then the " Sea of Glory:" mortal man's

Heart cannot hold the wonders witnessed.

So to the "Region of the Veils" he came,

Which shut all times off from eternity,

The bars of being where thought cannot reach :

Ten thousand thousand are they, walls of flame

Lambent with loveliness and mystery,

Ramparts of utmost heaven, having no breach.

Then he SAW GOD! our Prophet saw THE THRONE!

O Allah! let these weak words be forgiven!

Thou, the Supreme, "the Opener," spake at last;

The Throne! the Throne! he saw; our Lord alone!

Saw it and heard ! but the verse falls from heaven

Like a poised eagle, whom the lightnings blast.

And Gabriel waiting by the tree he found;

And Borak, tethered to the Temple porch ;

He loosed the horse, and 'twixt its wings ascended.

One hoof it smote on Zion's hallowed ground,

One upon Sinai ; and the day-star's torch

Was not yet fading when the journey ended.

Al-Fattâ*'h! "Opener!" we say Thy name, and worship Thee alway.

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SATAN'S NAMES AND TITLES -- KJV (King James Version) Bible Verse List Visit https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/ to see more. Satan's names and titles in the King James Version of the Bible include -- but are not necessarily limited to -- the following: Accuser of our brethren Devil Dragon [False] angel of light [False] god of this world Father of lies Liar Lucifer Murderer Prince of the power of the air Satan Serpent Son of the morning Spirit of antichrist "Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden? And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden: But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die. And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die . . . And the LORD God said unto the woman, What is this that thou hast done? And the woman said, The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat. And the LORD God said unto the serpent, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life:" Genesis 3:1-4, 13-14, KJV "And Satan stood up against Israel, and provoked David to number Israel." 1 Chronicles 21:1, KJV "Now there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan came also among them. And the LORD said unto Satan, Whence comest thou? Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it. And the LORD said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil? Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, Doth Job fear God for nought? Hast not thou made an hedge about him, and about his house, and about all that he hath on every side? thou hast blessed the work of his hands, and his substance is increased in the land. But put forth thine hand now, and touch all that he hath, and he will curse thee to thy face. And the LORD said unto Satan, Behold, all that he hath is in thy power; only upon himself put not forth thine hand. So Satan went forth from the presence of the LORD." Job 1:6-12, KJV "Again there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan came also among them to present himself before the LORD. And the LORD said unto Satan, From whence comest thou? And Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it. And the LORD said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil? and still he holdeth fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to destroy him without cause. And Satan answered the LORD, and said, Skin for skin, yea, all that a man hath will he give for his life. But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face. And the LORD said unto Satan, Behold, he is in thine hand; but save his life. So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown." Job 2:1-7, KJV "Set thou a wicked man over him: and let Satan stand at his right hand." Psalm 109:6, KJV "How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations! For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High. Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit."

Isaiah 14:12-15, KJV "And he shewed me Joshua the high priest standing before the angel of the LORD, and Satan standing at his right hand to resist him. And the LORD said unto Satan, The LORD rebuke thee, O Satan; even the LORD that hath chosen Jerusalem rebuke thee: is not this a brand plucked out of the fire?" Zechariah 3:1-2, KJV "Then was Jesus led up of the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil. And when he had fasted forty days and forty nights, he was afterward an hungred. And when the tempter came to him, he said, If thou be the Son of God, command that these stones be made bread. But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God. Then the devil taketh him up into the holy city, and setteth him on a pinnacle of the temple, And saith unto him, If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down: for it is written, He shall give his angels charge concerning thee: and in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone. Jesus said unto him, It is written again, Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God. Again, the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high mountain, and sheweth him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them; And saith unto him, All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me. Then saith Jesus unto him, Get thee hence, Satan: for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve. Then the devil leaveth him, and, behold, angels came and ministered unto him." Matthew 4:1-11, KJV "Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it." John 8:44, KJV "In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them." 2 Corinthians 4:4, KJV "But I fear, lest by any means, as the serpent beguiled Eve through his subtilty, so your minds should be corrupted from the simplicity that is in Christ . . . For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ. And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light. Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works." 2 Corinthians 11:3, 13-15, KJV "Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience:" Ephesians 2:2, KJV "Neither give place to the devil." Ephesians 4:27, KJV "Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil." Ephesians 6:11, KJV "Not a novice, lest being lifted up with pride he fall into the condemnation of the devil. Moreover he must have a good report of them which are without; lest he fall into reproach and the snare of the devil." 1 Timothy 3:6-7, KJV "And the servant of the Lord must not strive; but be gentle unto all men, apt to teach, patient, In meekness instructing those that oppose themselves; if God peradventure will give them repentance to the acknowledging of the truth; And that they may recover themselves out of the snare of the devil, who are taken captive by him at his will." 2 Timothy 2:24-26, KJV "Forasmuch then as the children are partakers of flesh and blood, he also himself likewise took part of the same; that through death he might destroy him that had the power of death, that is, the devil;" Hebrews 2:14, KJV "Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you." James 4:7, KJV "Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:"

1 Peter 5:8, KJV "He that committeth sin is of the devil; for the devil sinneth from the beginning. For this purpose the Son of God was manifested, that he might destroy the works of the devil. Whosoever is born of God doth not commit sin; for his seed remaineth in him: and he cannot sin, because he is born of God. In this the children of God are manifest, and the children of the devil: whosoever doeth not righteousness is not of God, neither he that loveth not his brother." 1 John 3:8-10, KJV "Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee." Jude 1:9, KJV "Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer: behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may be tried; and ye shall have tribulation ten days: be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life." Revelation 2:10, KJV "And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels, And prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven. And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him. And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night . . . And to the woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness, into her place, where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent. And the serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the woman, that he might cause her to be carried away of the flood." Revelation 12:7-10, 14-15, KJV "And I saw an angel come down from heaven, having the key of the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand. And he laid hold on the dragon, that old serpent, which is the Devil, and Satan, and bound him a thousand years, And cast him into the bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set a seal upon him, that he should deceive the nations no more, till the thousand years should be fulfilled: and after that he must be loosed a little season . . . And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever." Revelation 20:1-3, 10, KJV If you would like more info regarding the origin of these KJV Bible verse lists, go to https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/. Thank-you! https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/satans-names-and-titles-kjv-king-james-version-bible-verse-list/?feed_id=113743&SATAN%27S%20NAMES%20AND%20TITLES%20--%20KJV%20%28King%20James%20Version%29%20Bible%20Verse%20List

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‭Amos‬ ‭9:1‭-‬15‬ ‭LSB‬

[1] I saw the Lord standing beside the altar, and He said, “Strike the capitals so that the thresholds will quake, And break them on the heads of them all! Then I will kill the rest of them with the sword; Not one of them who can flee will flee, And not one of them who can survive will escape. [2] “Though they dig into Sheol, From there will My hand take them; And though they ascend to heaven, From there will I bring them down. [3] “And though they hide on the top of Carmel, From there I will search them out and take them; And though they conceal themselves from My eyes on the floor of the sea, From there I will command the serpent, and it will bite them. [4] “And though they go into captivity before their enemies, From there I will command the sword that it kill them, And I will set My eyes against them for evil and not for good.” [5] ¶Now Lord Yahweh of hosts, The One who touches the land so that it melts, And all those who inhabit it mourn, And all of it rises up like the Nile And subsides like the Nile of Egypt; [6] The One who builds His upper chambers in the heavens And has founded His vaulted dome over the earth; The One who calls for the waters of the sea And pours them out on the face of the earth; Yahweh is His name. [7] ¶“Are you not as the sons of Ethiopia to Me, O sons of Israel?” declares Yahweh. “Have I not brought up Israel from the land of Egypt, And the Philistines from Caphtor and the Arameans from Kir? [8] “Behold, the eyes of Lord Yahweh are on the sinful kingdom, And I will destroy it from the face of the earth; Nevertheless, I will not totally destroy the house of Jacob,” Declares Yahweh. [9] “For behold, I am commanding, And I will shake the house of Israel among all nations As grain is shaken in a sieve, But not a kernel will fall to the ground. [10] “All the sinners of My people will die by the sword, Those who say, ‘The calamity will not overtake or confront us.’ [11] ¶“In that day I will raise up the fallen booth of David And wall up its breaches; I will also raise up its ruins And rebuild it as in the ancient days, [12] That they may possess the remnant of Edom And all the nations who are called by My name,” Declares Yahweh who does this. [13] ¶“Behold, days are coming,” declares Yahweh, “When the plowman will overtake the reaper And the treader of grapes him who sows seed; When the mountains will drip sweet wine And all the hills will melt. [14] “Also I will restore the captivity of My people Israel, And they will rebuild the desolated cities and live in them; They will also plant vineyards and drink their wine And make gardens and eat their fruit. [15] “I will also plant them on their land, And they will not again be uprooted from their land Which I have given them,” Says Yahweh your God.

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#DailyDevotion The LORD Keeps His Promises

#DailyDevotion The LORD Keeps His Promises Psalm 105 7He is the LORD our God Who judges the whole world. 8He always remembers His covenant that He ordered for a thousand generations, 9the oath He made with Abraham, and swore to Isaac. 10He confirmed it as a law for Jacob as an everlasting covenant for Israel. 11“I give you the land of Canaan,” He said, "as your property measured out to you." David recounts the history of Israel here and how they ended up in the land they are in now. The LORD called Abraham from his own country and into the land of Canaan. He promised this land to Abraham and his descendants. The LORD repeated it to Isaac and to Jacob. While the covenant with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob was unconditional, when the LORD brought them out of Egypt and into the land He made a covenant with the people which was conditional and they agreed to it. The Israelites we know did not live up to the covenant with the LORD. They even had sacrifices to offer when they failed and they didn't even do that. Does this have anything to do with modern Israel? Well they still aren't keeping the Mosaic covenant. The vast majority of them aren't even religious. The author of Hebrews tells us in chapter 11, 10 “He was looking for the city with foundations, the one God built and made.” and “16Instead, they were longing for a better country - I mean heaven.” The LORD did bring the descendants into Canaan and they took it over. But Abraham was looking for a far greater piece of land than Canaan. The LORD Jesus Christ has promised the world to everyone who follows Him and puts their trust in Him. 12They were then only a few, a little group, and strangers in the country. 13They wandered from nation to nation, from one kingdom to another. 14He let no one oppress them and for their sake warned kings. 15He said, “Don't touch My anointed ones or harm My prophets.” We see this wandering beginning with Abraham. Isaac didn't travel that much. Jacob traveled back to Haran and then back. While they were nomads, in particular Abraham, the LORD protected them from kings. While Abraham himself was frightened by them, the LORD revealed Himself to the kings and the kings blessed Abraham. 16He called for a famine on the land and broke every staff of bread. 17He sent one ahead of them: Joseph, who was sold as a slave. 18They hurt his feet with chains, and iron cut into his neck, 19until the time when what he said came true, and the LORD's Word proved he was right. 20The king sent someone to release him; the ruler of the nation sent and gave him liberty. 21He made him the master of his palace and the ruler of everything he had, 22to train the king's officers the way he wanted, and teach his elders wisdom. 23Then Israel came to Egypt, and Jacob lived as a stranger in Ham's country. He recalls the account of Joseph and how the LORD fulfilled what He revealed to Joseph in his dreams. The LORD had a purpose in bringing Jacob and his family into Egypt. He would use the wicked hearts of his brothers to send him there, ahead of them, to prepare for their eventual arrival. There Joseph would basically ascend to the right hand of Pharaoh and rule the country. He prepared for the famine that would cover the whole world that was revealed to him. Eventually, Jacob and his family went to Egypt. Jesus has gone ahead of us into the heavens to prepare a place for us. He will bring us into the Promised Land, the New Heavens and New Earth. He promises, “The meek shall inherit the earth.” For now we are like Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. We are wandering in this world as nomads. This is not our home yet. As above, like Abraham, “16Instead, they were longing for a better country - I mean heaven.” Gracious God and Father, You have made so many great and wonderful promises in Christ Jesus. Give us faith to walk in the hope of Your fulfillment of these promises so when Christ returns we may inherit the kingdom. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen. Read the full article