#i love that roku-chan will be doing this alone as he wanted to

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 708: The resolution from now on!!

Pag 1

1:400m until the peak!!

300m!!

2: Both Rokudai and Kinaka

3: aren't slowing down!!

5: …. that's this town's high school's bike club

6: Are they doing the race for the spring newcomers?

Is it already that season?

Pag 2

1: Rokudai is getting closer!!

Pag 3

3: He passed him!?

6:He got through!!

No, he fell back!! Kinaka is still in the lead!!

Pag 4

1: The match for Kinaka's pride as an experienced rider!! He'll never give up the lead!!

Pag 5

1: I'll never let you!!

2: But!! This guy!!

He has been attacking over and over again!! Rokudai the wall!!

3: I get it.... but still, I can feel it....

4: This guy

5: He's not running to get to the finish line!!

Pag 6

1: He's only thinking about passing me!!

I'll pass you

3: Nh..... gi....

4: Ah!!

5: His hands became numb and he can't even move them properly!?

Pag 7

3: Road bikes don't have suspensions, so the vibrations of road surface pass through and get to both hands, so when you first start your hands always get numb!!

4: He probably already lost his grip almost completeley

5: And yet.....

Pag 8

1: What is this will of moving forward!!

Pag 9

2: 200m left until they reach the peak!!

Pag 10

3: They collided!!

At the shoulders!!

5: Idiot, of course we'll collide if you try to pass me on the narrow inner side of the road!!

Ro.....

Pag 11

1: The guardrail....!!

…..dai?

2: He can't hear my voice.... he's just moving face on!!

4: The last thing Kei-chan told me

His “words”.....

5: Roku chan

From here on....

His “word”....

You decide

Pag 12

1: Will you “go”?

Or “stay”?

3: Ah....

4: Th.... that's!!

5: Whatever you choose, we'll support you

7: Goo Roku-chan!!

8: Yes!!

Pag 13

2: There's just 100m until the peak!!

Just 100m!!

3: Kei-chan knew, and probably Kyou-chan did too

4: I finally understood in that moment

5: I'm such a dull person, teh

6: “Passing Kinaka” in this race

Pag 14

1: Means that we won't be in the same club anymore, teh

Pag 15

2: We'll stay in this club until we make sure he surpasses that guy

3: Huh!?

That day, I was so surprised  to hear that they would be joined the club

4: When I entered high school, I told myself “I'll do everything by myself”

I was so proud of myself when I found Back-gate-slope-san's club all by myself

I brushed their helping hands away and tried to do it alone

Pag 16

1: But they still supported me to the point they joined the club

4: If I give it my all, I feel like I can do it

Same!!

Oi, Roku-chan, can we chase this guy now?

5: And they stayed with me, who is still lacking, and gently lent me hand

6: Kei-chan....!!

Kyou-chan!!

Pag 17

1: “Surpassing Kinaka-kun”

2: means to “go” after this

3: And stopping my legs now.... if I don's pass Kinaka-kun

4: I can stay with Kei-chan and Kyou-chan

That's what “stay” means

5: That's unfair

6: Whatever you choose, we'll support you

If you

7: say such kind words to me

Pag 18

1: Strength wells up inside my body!!

Pag 19

7: It's the end

Pag 20

1: I want to push forward in the end!!

2: And to do that, I want a heavier gear!!

3: But....

Ngh.... I have no strength left in my hands, teh

4: That's..... move, fingers....

5: Ngh..... ugh.....

Pag 21

1: Higher!!

Pag 22

1: Rokudai switched to a higher gear!!

2: He's pushing forward!!

3: It's the final sprint!!

There are 100m left until the peak!!

[morikothehalfangel]

InuKag MirSan AU~ The Amusement Park Princesses

I was inspired by reading a coffee shop AU earlier by @eternalnight8806-3

I’ll also upload this to FF.net! 

@keichanz Thoughts? 

I wrote this in under an hour and on a whim, so forgive me for any mishaps, y’all.

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“Well, why didn’t you tell me that you get motion sickness? Aren’t you part youkai? I didn’t even know you could be affected by that.”

“Can you be quiet?!” Inuyasha hisses annoyedly near his best friend’s ear. “Maybe that’s because I don’t want people knowing, ever think about that, ‘Roku?”

“Touché, my friend, touché. But other than your… Hinderance—” Miroku chuckles under his breath as Inuyasha softly growls. “How did you enjoy the ride?”

That stops the hanyou’s growling as he mulls over his answer. “I could do without the loops.”

“And other than that, you’d probably like it?”

“Maybe.” He huffs.

“Great, then let’s move on to the next ride!” He grabs his buddy’s clawed palm and makes a beeline for the nearest coaster, Inuyasha grumbling the whole way. “This one is my second favorite, and it doesn’t have any loops! It just locks you in, and your feet hang out the whole time.”

“Greaaaat.”

Miroku rolls his eyes and glances down at his friend’s sandals. The young inu hanyou strongly dislikes having his feet confined in any way. Kinda like an actual dog, heh. The thought nearly has Miroku laughing out loud, but as he glances back up at Inuyasha, the teen’s scowl quickly rids him of his huge grin. “Ehem, well, let’s not wait around to get in line!” Miroku starts moving once again, Inuyasha following… Slowly behind him. “You’ll probably want to take your shoes off before we lock in. Pretty sure tons of people have been hit by airborne shoes around here.”

“Keh, please, what kind of idiot would leave loose shoes on while— GAH!”

Miroku turns his head in surprise to see his friend’s face blocked by a flowery pink sandal.

“I’m assuming the owner of that flip-flop is the idiot?” Miroku laughs as Inuyasha angrily rips the shoe from his face.

“The biggest idiot!” Inuyasha goes to toss the shoe behind him, but Miroku stops him.

“Hold up, let’s return it to the nice lady. I’m sure she wasn’t expecting them to fly off. Besides, if she’s alone…”

“You could get a date, ha ha. Maybe I’ll just throw it at her face?” Inuyasha waves the shoe threateningly in front of wide violet eyes.

“Now, Inuyasha! You and I both know neither of us would ever harm a young lady!” Miroku gently grasps Inuyasha’s wrist and pulls his hand down. “I was going to say that you could use the shoe as a chance to maybe get a date. You know? You’ve been single for an eternity.”

“I’m only 19!”

“And you’ve never been laid.”

“Say another word and this sandal will become a part of your fucking face, Miroku.”

“Oh thank goodness!”

A bird-like voice rings out from behind Miroku, and the boys’ attention are drawn to the newcomer.

Well, newcomers.

“Thank you so much! I was worried that I’d lost it after it fell off! Sango said I should’ve taken them off before, but I was afraid they’d be stolen or something stupid… Oh, my, I’m so sorry. Did it hit you in the face?”

“Good going, Kagome, you directly harmed a man with your anxiety.”

“Shut up, Sango! I said I was sorry!”

Miroku’s eyes dart back and forth between the two young women, both very short, one a dark braided brunette with chocolate eyes, the other with ebony curls and cerulean irises. He’s drawn in as he eyes the one named Sango. She gives off a sporty and strong, but still feminine vibe; Kagome a petite and soft aura. Both are now looking at them expectantly—

Oh, shit, what’d they say?

Miroku coughs as he’s brought out of his awestruck ogling, “Pardon me, I just wasn’t expecting to come upon two celestial maidens this fine afternoon.” He looks at Sango directly, her face showing that she’s not at all impressed. Kagome squeaks and flushes red. “My name is Miroku, and this is my good friend, Inuyasha.”

Speaking of Inuyasha…

Inuyasha ascended to Nirvana at the mere sight of this woman. One would say, Love at first sight. But he felt more of a Stole my heart at first sight. For love would be cliché, no?

Wasn’t I gonna throw a shoe at her? Wasn’t I just calling her an idiot?

Stupid, she apologized and was just nervous, accept the apology! Get her eyes back on— AH, her eyes are on you! Her eyes are on me! Why are they on me?!

“Uhhh—” The sound escapes from his frozen throat.

“Inuyasha, say hello…” Miroku is nonetheless surprised at his friend’s current mannerisms. The young man has seen many a beautiful woman, and this is the first time he’s struck speechless.

“Uhh, hi?” He croaks.

Kagome giggles. “Hello, Inuyasha. I’m Kagome, and this is Sango… Again, I’m very sorry about the shoe. I could see the imprint on your face when we came up.”

Inuyasha seems to regain his senses and refocuses on the blue-eyed girl. “It’s… It’s fine. Just a shoe. Not like it hurt or nothin’.”

“Oh, that’s good! Can I, uh, can I have it back?” She holds a hand out sheepishly, scuffing her shoed foot.

Inuyasha nods and is about to hand it over when Miroku grabs his wrist once again. “Kagome, how about you go sit on that bench right over here, and he’ll slip it on for you?”

The dog-eared youth looks at him aghast. “W-why can’t I just hand it to her?!”

“My friend, these two lovely ladies are practically royalty in our eyes, we must treat them as such!” Miroku admonishes him and flicks his friend’s ear.

Kagome’s eyes are drawn to the odd movement, and she gasps at the sight of the two ears upon his head. “So cute!” She whispers.

“I agree, Kagome-sama.” Miroku chuckles, and she blushes at being heard.

Sango pushes Kagome towards the bench. “Why not be a princess for today, Kagome-chan? Maybe we can get a royal foot massage!” The girls giggle as Kagome takes a seat and holds her bare foot out.

Miroku rests his palm on Inuyasha’s back. “Romance is in the air, my friend… You’re welcome.” And with that, he gently shoves his best friend towards what he sees to be a blossoming romance.

Inuyasha stumbles in embarrassment, and he slowly moves to bend down onto one knee. He takes the girl’s ankle and quickly slips the floral flip-flop back onto her foot.

Anti-climactic, to say the least.

His ears catch Miroku’s whispered words from behind him, and he actually decides to listen to them for once, cause damn, everything’s actually worked so far?

Smooth, Miroku. For real.

Inuyasha stands and reaches to take Kagome’s hands and pull her to her feet.

Kagome giggles at the little show. “Man, I haven’t felt like such a princess since I was six!”

Inuyasha falters at what to say. He’s never been much of a talker, especially not to girls.

Isn’t there a story like this? With a princess and a shoe or something? A prince did that for her or something, right?

“Well, I’ve never been a prince before.” He blurts out.

Kagome laughs airily behind her hand with a pretty blush when Sango snickers beside her suddenly. “Who said you two were the princes? You could just be servants.”

Inuyasha nearly has an internal panic attack of Oh crap, I just screwed this up, just as Miroku jumps in beside Sango with a smug grin, “Sure, but I don’t think servants go on amusement park dates with princesses, do you, my dear Sango?”

“Who said we’d go on a date with you two?” Sango quickly moves away from the dark-haired man and crosses her arms. “We could just be wanting to be on a girls’ outing, right Kagome?”

Kagome, still holding Inuyasha’s hand, remains silent as she continues staring at her honey eyed prince. “Ehhhh, I dunno, maybe we can reschedule a date or something… Right?”

“Kagome-hime is quite smart, don’t you think?” Miroku moves closer to the now scowling, flushed brunette.

“I won’t disagree…” She starts.

“Great! Then what would you like to reschedule? I mean… We’re all here now… No problem there.”

“Miroku, quit harassing her, damn it.” Inuyasha finally decides to butt in.

“You wound me, my fellow prince.”

“Don’t push it.”

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Let me introduce myself.

My name is Misty Gorley. As my little bio there says, I live near Austin with my grandmother, my cats, and way too many houseplants for our small house. I am enrolled in courses in herbalism and horticulture and love clean, natural living. But my deepest love is for Bible truth and prophecy, which will be my main focus here.

My grandfather was a pastor with the Assemblies of God. He died this past Thanksgiving, which is why my grandmother and I moved in together, and while we were preparing his funeral, it occurred to me that I have quite a legacy to live up to. Growing up I watched him be a real pastor, the kind that truly loved Jesus and people. All people. Any people. It didn’t matter who you were or what you did. He had an encouraging word and a smile, actually usually a laugh, for you. It didn’t matter what time it was or what you needed, he was there to help and pray. And he loved God. I have never known another man with such a love for God. Even toward the end, when his dementia had completely clouded his mind and taken away all the other aspects of his own personality, his love remained. I would take them to run errands every Friday since he could no longer be trusted to drive, and he was so excited to see people, and he was still telling them how much he loved them, how much God loved them, how God had worked in his life. He once told the crew and customers of the local Firestone as we left after a group conversation about God that he had started, “This may sound crazy, but I am not crazy. For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son! And He loves you *pointing at one*, and you *pointing at another*, and you *pointing at the last*.” That was my Pops.

But my family moved and went to churches other than my grandfather’s with pastors not like my grandfather at all, and some discontent set in. And once I hit my late teens, I started having questions about the theology I was being taught. Don’t get me wrong. I have always believed that God is God, that the Bible is His infallible word, that Jesus was His Son come to save us. But I started having questions about specific doctrines. Nothing could ever be explained to me truly logically. One verse pulled out of context would be used to prove a point that other verses I would find in the Bible would contradict. But the Bible can’t contradict itself, can it? And why did the Bible feel so disjointed and random? How did it all tie together, all the passages we’re so familiar with and the very obscure, heavily symbolic passages? No one could ever explain those. There was always an attitude of, ‘Misty, these are spiritual things. They are high above us. We will understand them once we get to heaven.’ But wasn’t the Bible given to us for our edification here on earth? So when I was 18 I stopped going to church. It just seemed to be a social club that would gather for some hyper-emotionalism a couple of times a week and call that a relationship with God and then disperse to live and eat and entertain themselves just like everyone else the rest of the week.

I had begun to have health problems that the doctors couldn’t explain, even if they bothered to listen to me, and those led to an inability to work full-time. Eventually I got a diagnosis of brain injuries that had drastically impacted my endocrine system, and I went into treatment, which ended up putting me in full bed-rest. I had finally gotten to the point in 2016 where I was asking God, ‘What do you want of me?’ Several years before my mom had started watching a channel on her Roku called Amazing Discoveries. Their tagline mentioned Bible prophecy, which she had always had a deep interest in. She mentioned it to me a few times over the years, but never pushed the issue at all, and I never gave it much thought. But once I started asking God what He wanted me to do, all that would go through my head was, ‘Watch Amazing Discoveries.’ I would ask again and again, and that’s all I would get.

So I finally did. And wow! My mind was blown! Here were people teaching the Bible logically! It was an approach to the mind, not the emotions! I mean, one of my favourite verses has always been Isaiah 1:18: ‘Come now, and let us reason together,’ says the Lord. True, we are emotional creatures, and the beauty of the truth will elicit a deep emotional response, but our culture has become too dependent on how we feel instead of conforming our feelings to the truth. I was learning that many of the doctrines I grew up with aren’t actually biblical and that verses were being pulled out of context to ‘prove’ points that other verses in the Bible contradicted. And here these teachers used the entire Bible, from the front to the back, and everything lined up and fit together and made absolute, perfect sense! Their position of sola scriptura, the Bible and the Bible alone, was the most legitimate that I’d ever found. Using the Bible only, letting it define and explain itself, they explained all of the symbology. If you had asked me before, I would have said I knew the Bible. I had read it and studied it, but now it felt like I had found the key to the code. It all opened up before me, and I fell in love with the Bible! I had always known the Bible was important. It was necessary. It was God’s word. But wow! This was something else altogether. It was beautiful! It was deep! It was powerful! It was consistent!!! And it was repeating two things over and over and over. God loves every single person, and He has a definite specific plan that has been acted out over the millennia to save everyone who is willing to be saved. Which I always knew, but not like this. Spiritual matters always felt so nebulous and airy fairy and far away, things removed and remote and bigger than I was allowed to grasp, but once I read the Bible for what it was really saying, I realized that the whole thing is meant to be understood, and it is telling one story. Just one simple story! A story of how a world was subjugated by a causeless rebel who wants to destroy it simply because it is loved by a God that he hates and wants to replace and how that God, unwilling to live without us and loving us more than His own life, enacted a brilliant plan to free that world. That plan will very soon be coming to its finale. It is so close, and I have to be part of sharing that solution with as many people as will hear!

Once she knew I was watching Amazing Discoveries, my mom was thrilled. If you ever wanted to know a person who devoted every aspect of her life to God, that was my mom. Her perspective was so firmly rooted in God’s Word that she was a joy to talk to. And that was her name, Joy. And that was her character. She was full of joy and love. She never turned her back on me, no matter how difficult my situation got, and she stood by me faithfully, even though she was called naive and foolish by some. We would talk for hours about the beautiful truths we were learning. It was one of my favourite things to do, talk to her. Her number one desire was to share these truths with as many people as possible. After my grandfather’s funeral, she came down with what seemed to be a virus, but when it hadn’t gone away after several weeks, we went to the doctor on January 3. It turns out that it was stage 4 breast cancer that had metastasized to her liver, and she went downhill fast. She died on January 29 of kidney failure at the age of 58.

I thank God that I had such a wonderful mother who taught me so much. I have learned about true self-sacrificial love. I have learned about full dependence on God. I have learned many things about myself, areas I need to change and areas where I’m stronger than I thought I was.

And I have realized on a deeper level than ever before that my grandfather was always spot on in his main focus: Everything is about God’s love. All of those deep doctrines and theologies and sciences, that’s what they’re all saying… Love! I love and spend a lot of time on studies into all of those things as much as I can, and I’m always amazed at how they all boil down to love. God is love, perfect agape love, and that is the point of the universe! Period. The beautiful truths I have learned combined with the legacy Mom and Pops left me means that I have a responsibility to continue sharing the love of God, and so I am starting this blog. I cannot promise to be an extremely faithful post-every-Wednesday kind of blogger. Some weeks may be tougher with too much brain fog to write a coherent post. There will probably be times where I have to tell myself, ‘Misty, normal people don’t have time to read two posts a day…’ But I have so much that I’m excited to share, and I hope you’ll join me in a joyful celebration of the beauty of God and His word! (I promise not to post two times a day…)

Let’s be eager to leave what is familiar for what is true. ~ Francis Chan

My feelings are not God. God is God. My feelings do not define truth. God’s word defines truth. My feelings are echoes and responses to what my mind perceives. And sometimes – many times – my feelings are out of sync with the truth. When that happens – and it happens every day in some measure – I try not to bend the truth to justify my imperfect feelings, but rather, I plead with God: Purify my perceptions of your truth and transform my feelings so that they are in sync with the truth. ~ John Piper

That which can be destroyed by the truth, should be.