#jesus Christ ellen

[vi-visected]

my therapist: how are you feeling in the wake of your (autism spectrum disorder) diagnosis?

me: well it makes sense doesn’t it? i was the one who requested testing. like on some level i kind of figured.

my therapist: yes, i’m personally glad we pursued it because it helps me better understand parts of your behavior and how to accommodate you. but how do you feel about it? you said before that you were in heavy denial about the possibility when you were younger.

me: well yeah, i had a preconceived idea of what autism was that i know now wasn’t true. but at the time it was distressing and i didn’t want to think about it too hard.

my therapist: how was it different then? what was your idea of autism then?

me: it was, you know, severe developmental delay. i never thought i had developed abnormally at all, so to try and match up the severity i associated with autism and the way i viewed myself, i just couldn’t.

my therapist: but you did.

me: sorry?

my therapist: you did develop abnormally. both socially and academically.

me: socially yes, but i had no problems with academics. i always especially excelled at reading comprehension, more so than anyone else in my grade. i started lagging in high school but i think that was a lot of burnout and depression and ptsd, probably. i was incredibly smart. hell, i spoke in full sentences earlier than most of my peers.

my therapist: violette, that’s still abnormal development.

me: …huh?

my therapist: developing abnormally fast is still developing abnormally.

me:

me: oh.

[fayithseeds]

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[otherpens]

“the trial is starting to go in his favour and now there’s all these pieces in support of her hmmmm seems orchestrated”

no it’s not y’all are just being unhinged enough on tiktok that real journalists are starting to fucking notice you being weird af

[araitsume]

The Acts of the Apostles, pp. 578 - 592 : Chapter (57) The Revelation

In the days of the apostles the Christian believers were filled with earnestness and enthusiasm. So untiringly did they labor for their Master that in a comparatively short time, notwithstanding fierce opposition, the gospel of the kingdom was sounded to all the inhabited parts of the earth. The zeal manifested at this time by the followers of Jesus has been recorded by the pen of inspiration for the encouragement of believers in every age. Of the church at Ephesus, which the Lord Jesus used as a symbol of the entire Christian church in the apostolic age, the faithful and true Witness declared:

“I know thy works, and thy labor, and thy patience, and how thou canst not bear them which are evil: and thou hast tried them which say they are apostles, and are not, and hast found them liars: and hast borne, and hast patience, and for My name's sake hast labored, and hast not fainted.” Revelation 2:2, 3.

At the first the experience of the church at Ephesus was marked with childlike simplicity and fervor. The believers sought earnestly to obey every word of God, and their lives revealed an earnest, sincere love for Christ. They rejoiced to do the will of God because the Saviour was in their hearts as an abiding presence. Filled with love for their Redeemer, their highest aim was to win souls to Him. They did not think of hoarding the precious treasure of the grace of Christ. They felt the importance of their calling; and, weighted with the message, “On earth peace, good will toward men,” they burned with desire to carry the glad tidings of salvation to earth's remotest bounds. And the world took knowledge of them that they had been with Jesus. Sinful men, repentant, pardoned, cleansed, and sanctified, were brought into partnership with God through His Son.

The members of the church were united in sentiment and action. Love for Christ was the golden chain that bound them together. They followed on to know the Lord more and still more perfectly, and in their lives were revealed the joy and peace of Christ. They visited the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and kept themselves unspotted from the world, realizing that a failure to do this would be a contradiction of their profession and a denial of their Redeemer.

In every city the work was carried forward. Souls were converted, who in their turn felt that they must tell of the inestimable treasure they had received. They could not rest till the light which had illumined their minds was shining upon others. Multitudes of unbelievers were made acquainted with the reasons of the Christian's hope. Warm, inspired personal appeals were made to the erring, to the outcast, and to those who, while professing to know the truth, were lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God.

But after a time the zeal of the believers began to wane, and their love for God and for one another grew less. Coldness crept into the church. Some forgot the wonderful manner in which they had received the truth. One by one the old standard-bearers fell at their post. Some of the younger workers, who might have shared the burdens of these pioneers, and thus have been prepared for wise leadership, had become weary of oft-repeated truths. In their desire for something novel and startling they attempted to introduce new phases of doctrine, more pleasing to many minds, but not in harmony with the fundamental principles of the gospel. In their self-confidence and spiritual blindness they failed to discern that these sophistries would cause many to question the experiences of the past, and would thus lead to confusion and unbelief.

As these false doctrines were urged, differences sprang up, and the eyes of many were turned from beholding Jesus as the Author and Finisher of their faith. The discussion of unimportant points of doctrine, and the contemplation of pleasing fables of man's invention, occupied time that should have been spent in proclaiming the gospel. The masses that might have been convicted and converted by a faithful presentation of the truth were left unwarned. Piety was rapidly waning, and Satan seemed about to gain the ascendancy over those who claimed to be followers of Christ.

It was at this critical time in the history of the church that John was sentenced to banishment. Never had his voice been needed by the church as now. Nearly all his former associates in the ministry had suffered martyrdom. The remnant of believers was facing fierce opposition. To all outward appearance the day was not far distant when the enemies of the church of Christ would triumph.

But the Lord's hand was moving unseen in the darkness. In the providence of God, John was placed where Christ could give him a wonderful revelation of Himself and of divine truth for the enlightenment of the churches.

In exiling John, the enemies of truth had hoped to silence forever the voice of God's faithful witness; but on Patmos the disciple received a message, the influence of which was to continue to strengthen the church till the end of time. Though not released from the responsibility of their wrong act, those who banished John became instruments in the hands of God to carry out Heaven's purpose; and the very effort to extinguish the light placed the truth in bold relief.

It was on the Sabbath that the Lord of glory appeared to the exiled apostle. The Sabbath was as sacredly observed by John on Patmos as when he was preaching to the people in the towns and cities of Judea. He claimed as his own the precious promises that had been given regarding that day. “I was in the Spirit on the Lord's day,” John writes, “and heard behind me a great voice, as of a trumpet, saying, I am Alpha and Omega, the first and the last.... And I turned to see the voice that spake with me. And being turned, I saw seven golden candlesticks; and in the midst of the seven candlesticks One like unto the Son of man.” Revelation 1:10-13.

Richly favored was this beloved disciple. He had seen his Master in Gethsemane, His face marked with the blood drops of agony, His “visage ... marred more than any man, and His form more than the sons of men.” Isaiah 52:14. He had seen Him in the hands of the Roman soldiers, clothed with an old purple robe and crowned with thorns. He had seen Him hanging on the cross of Calvary, the object of cruel mockery and abuse. Now John is once more permitted to behold his Lord. But how changed is His appearance! He is no longer a Man of Sorrows, despised and humiliated by men. He is clothed in a garment of heavenly brightness. “His head and His hairs” are “white like wool, as white as snow; and His eyes ... as a flame of fire; and His feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace.” Revelation 1:14, 15, 17. His voice is like the music of many waters. His countenance shines as the sun. In His hand are seven stars, and out of His mouth issues a sharp two-edged sword, an emblem of the power of His word. Patmos is made resplendent with the glory of the risen Lord.

“And when I saw Him,” John writes, “I fell at His feet as dead. And He laid His right hand upon me, saying unto me, Fear not.” Verse 17.

John was strengthened to live in the presence of his glorified Lord. Then before his wondering vision were opened the glories of heaven. He was permitted to see the throne of God and, looking beyond the conflicts of earth, to behold the white-robed throng of the redeemed. He heard the music of the heavenly angels and the triumphant songs of those who had overcome by the blood of the Lamb and the word of their testimony. In the revelation given to him there was unfolded scene after scene of thrilling interest in the experience of the people of God, and the history of the church foretold to the very close of time. In figures and symbols, subjects of vast importance were presented to John, which he was to record, that the people of God living in his age and in future ages might have an intelligent understanding of the perils and conflicts before them.

This revelation was given for the guidance and comfort of the church throughout the Christian dispensation. Yet religious teachers have declared that it is a sealed book and its secrets cannot be explained. Therefore many have turned from the prophetic record, refusing to devote time and study to its mysteries. But God does not wish His people to regard the book thus. It is “the revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave unto Him, to show unto His servants things which must shortly come to pass.” “Blessed is he that readeth,” the Lord declares, “and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand.” Verses 1, 3. “I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book: and if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the Holy City, and from the things which are written in this book. He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly.” Revelation 22:18-20.

In the Revelation are portrayed the deep things of God. The very name given to its inspired pages, “the Revelation,” contradicts the statement that this is a sealed book. A revelation is something revealed. The Lord Himself revealed to His servant the mysteries contained in this book, and He designs that they shall be open to the study of all. Its truths are addressed to those living in the last days of this earth's history, as well as to those living in the days of John. Some of the scenes depicted in this prophecy are in the past, some are now taking place; some bring to view the close of the great conflict between the powers of darkness and the Prince of heaven, and some reveal the triumphs and joys of the redeemed in the earth made new.

Let none think, because they cannot explain the meaning of every symbol in the Revelation, that it is useless for them to search this book in an effort to know the meaning of the truth it contains. The One who revealed these mysteries to John will give to the diligent searcher for truth a foretaste of heavenly things. Those whose hearts are open to the reception of truth will be enabled to understand its teachings, and will be granted the blessing promised to those who “hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein.”

In the Revelation all the books of the Bible meet and end. Here is the complement of the book of Daniel. One is a prophecy; the other a revelation. The book that was sealed is not the Revelation, but that portion of the prophecy of Daniel relating to the last days. The angel commanded, “But thou, O Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book, even to the time of the end.” Daniel 12:4.

It was Christ who bade the apostle record that which was to be opened before him. “What thou seest, write in a book,” He commanded, “and send it unto the seven churches which are in Asia; unto Ephesus, and unto Smyrna, and unto Pergamos, and unto Thyatira, and unto Sardis, and unto Philadelphia, and unto Laodicea.” “I am He that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore.... Write the things which thou hast seen, and the things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter; the mystery of the seven stars which thou sawest in My right hand, and the seven golden candlesticks. The seven stars are the angels of the seven churches: and the seven candlesticks which thou sawest are the seven churches.” Revelation 1:11, 18-20.

The names of the seven churches are symbolic of the church in different periods of the Christian Era. The number 7 indicates completeness, and is symbolic of the fact that the messages extend to the end of time, while the symbols used reveal the condition of the church at different periods in the history of the world.

Christ is spoken of as walking in the midst of the golden candlesticks. Thus is symbolized His relation to the churches. He is in constant communication with His people. He knows their true state. He observes their order, their piety, their devotion. Although He is high priest and mediator in the sanctuary above, yet He is represented as walking up and down in the midst of His churches on the earth. With untiring wakefulness and unremitting vigilance, He watches to see whether the light of any of His sentinels is burning dim or going out. If the candlesticks were left to mere human care, the flickering flame would languish and die; but He is the true watchman in the Lord's house, the true warden of the temple courts. His continued care and sustaining grace are the source of life and light.

Christ is represented as holding the seven stars in His right hand. This assures us that no church faithful to its trust need fear coming to nought, for not a star that has the protection of Omnipotence can be plucked out of the hand of Christ.

“These things saith He that holdeth the seven stars in His right hand.” Revelation 2:1. These words are spoken to the teachers in the church—those entrusted by God with weighty responsibilities. The sweet influences that are to be abundant in the church are bound up with God's ministers, who are to reveal the love of Christ. The stars of heaven are under His control. He fills them with light. He guides and directs their movements. If He did not do this, they would become fallen stars. So with His ministers. They are but instruments in His hands, and all the good they accomplish is done through His power. Through them His light is to shine forth. The Saviour is to be their efficiency. If they will look to Him as He looked to the Father they will be enabled to do His work. As they make God their dependence, He will give them His brightness to reflect to the world.

Early in the history of the church the mystery of iniquity foretold by the apostle Paul began its baleful work; and as the false teachers concerning whom Peter had warned the believers, urged their heresies, many were ensnared by false doctrines. Some faltered under trial and were tempted to give up the faith. At the time when John was given this revelation, many had lost their first love of gospel truth. But in His mercy God did not leave the church to continue in a backslidden state. In a message of infinite tenderness He revealed His love for them and His desire that they should make sure work for eternity. “Remember,” He pleaded, “from whence thou art fallen, and repent, and do the first works.” Verse 5.

The church was defective and in need of stern reproof and chastisement, and John was inspired to record messages of warning and reproof and entreaty to those who, losing sight of the fundamental principles of the gospel, should imperil their hope of salvation. But always the words of rebuke that God finds it necessary to send are spoken in tender love and with the promise of peace to every penitent believer. “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock,” the Lord declares; “if any man hear My voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with Me.” Revelation 3:20.

And for those who in the midst of conflict should maintain their faith in God, the prophet was given the words of commendation and promise: “I know thy works: behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it: for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept My word, and hast not denied My name.” “Because thou hast kept the word of My patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation, which shall come upon all the world, to try them that dwell upon the earth.” The believers were admonished: “Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die.” “Behold, I come quickly: hold that fast which thou hast, that no man take thy crown.” Verses 8, 10, 2, 11.

It was through one who declared himself to be a “brother, and companion in tribulation” (Revelation 1:9), that Christ revealed to His church the things that they must suffer for His sake. Looking down through long centuries of darkness and superstition, the aged exile saw multitudes suffering martyrdom because of their love for the truth. But he saw also that He who sustained His early witnesses would not forsake His faithful followers during the centuries of persecution that they must pass through before the close of time. “Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer,” the Lord declared; “behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may be tried; and ye shall have tribulation: ... be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.” Revelation 2:10.

And to all the faithful ones who were striving against evil, John heard the promises made: “To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the Paradise of God.” “He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before My Father, and before His angels.” “To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with Me in My throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with My Father in His throne.” Verse 7; 3:5, 21.

John saw the mercy, the tenderness, and the love of God blending with His holiness, justice, and power. He saw sinners finding a Father in Him of whom their sins had made them afraid. And looking beyond the culmination of the great conflict, he beheld upon Zion “them that had gotten the victory ... stand on the sea of glass, having the harps of God,” and singing “the song of Moses” and the Lamb. Revelation 15:2, 3.

The Saviour is presented before John under the symbols of “the Lion of the tribe of Judah” and of “a Lamb as it had been slain.” Revelation 5:5, 6. These symbols represent the union of omnipotent power and self-sacrificing love. The Lion of Judah, so terrible to the rejectors of His grace, will be the Lamb of God to the obedient and faithful. The pillar of fire that speaks terror and wrath to the transgressor of God's law is a token of light and mercy and deliverance to those who have kept His commandments. The arm strong to smite the rebellious will be strong to deliver the loyal. Everyone who is faithful will be saved. “He shall send His angels with a great sound of a trumpet, and they shall gather together His elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.” Matthew 24:31.

In comparison with the millions of the world, God's people will be, as they have ever been, a little flock; but if they stand for the truth as revealed in His word, God will be their refuge. They stand under the broad shield of Omnipotence. God is always a majority. When the sound of the last trump shall penetrate the prison house of the dead, and the righteous shall come forth with triumph, exclaiming, “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” (1 Corinthians 15:55)—standing then with God, with Christ, with the angels, and with the loyal and true of all ages, the children of God will be far in the majority.

Christ's true disciples follow Him through sore conflicts, enduring self-denial and experiencing bitter disappointment; but this teaches them the guilt and woe of sin, and they are led to look upon it with abhorrence. Partakers of Christ's sufferings, they are destined to be partakers of His glory. In holy vision the prophet saw the ultimate triumph of God's remnant church. He writes:

“I saw as it were a sea of glass mingled with fire: and them that had gotten the victory ... stand on the sea of glass, having the harps of God. And they sing the song of Moses the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb, saying, Great and marvelous are Thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true are Thy ways, Thou King of saints.” Revelation 15:2, 3.

“And I looked, and, lo, a Lamb stood on the Mount Sion, and with Him a hundred forty and four thousand, having His Father's name written in their foreheads.” Revelation 14:1. In this world their minds were consecrated to God; they served Him with the intellect and with the heart; and now He can place His name “in their foreheads.” “And they shall reign for ever and ever.” Revelation 22:5. They do not go in and out as those who beg a place. They are of that number to whom Christ says, “Come, ye blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.” He welcomes them as His children, saying, “Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.” Matthew 25:34, 21.

“These are they which follow the Lamb withersoever He goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first fruits unto God and to the Lamb.” Revelation 14:4. The vision of the prophet pictures them as standing on Mount Zion, girt for holy service, clothed in white linen, which is the righteousness of the saints. But all who follow the Lamb in heaven must first have followed Him on earth, not fretfully or capriciously, but in trustful, loving, willing obedience, as the flock follows the shepherd.

“I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps: and they sung as it were a new song before the throne: ... and no man could learn that song but the hundred and forty and four thousand, which were redeemed from the earth.... In their mouth was found no guile: for they are without fault before the throne of God.” Verses 2-5.

“And I John saw the Holy City, New Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.” “Her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal; and had a wall great and high, and had twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels, and names written thereon, which are the names of the twelve tribes of the children of Israel.” “The twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass. And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it.” Revelation 21:2, 11, 12, 21, 22.

“And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and His servants shall serve Him: and they shall see His face; and His name shall be in their foreheads. And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light.” Revelation 22:3-5.

“He showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb. In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.” “Blessed are they that do His commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city.” Verses 1, 2, 14.

“And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying,

“Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, And He will dwell with them, And they shall be His people, And God Himself shall be with them, And be their God.” Revelation 21:3.

[mourningmaybells]

I think it’s funny that, of all the actors, many of who didn’t have a career yet or would never reach the height of the original exorcist again, the already critically acclaimed mark von sydow came back for exorcist 2…

[brianbachochin]

What about Seventh Day Adventism

What about Seventh Day Adventism

Scripture: Hebrews 1:3, Colossians 2:13-23, Romans 4:5, 1 Corinthians 15:3-4, John 3:16 Links: He gave some to be:  Prophets https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljpbrdJvzN4&t=2421s  Evangelists https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPmXZmsOLUk&t=1728s

[daileegrace]

“To effect the salvation of men, God employs various agencies. He speaks to them by His word and by His ministers, and He sends by the Holy Spirit messages of warning, reproof, and instruction. These means are designed to enlighten the understanding of the people, to reveal to them their duty and their sins, and the blessings which they may receive; to awaken in them a sense of spiritual want, that they may go to Christ and find in Him the grace they need….” — God’s Amazing Grace, p. 321, Ellen White

[inhissteps777]

Christ’s Ministry in the Heavenly Sanctuary

There is a sanctuary in heaven, the true tabernacle that the Lord set up and not humans. In it Christ ministers on our behalf, making available to believers the benefits of His atoning sacrifice offered once for all on the cross.

At His ascension, He was inaugurated as our great High Priest and began His intercessory ministry, which was typified by the work of the high priest in the holy place of the earthly sanctuary... https://www.adventist.org/christs-ministry-in-the-heavenly-sanctuary/

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

the thing that makes me absolutely crazy insane about ellen harvelle is that she is so young. like SO young. samantha ferris was only 39 when she played her in s2 which, if ellen is the same age, means that ellen was TWENTY when she had jo. and dies aged 42. like she is this great Maternal Figure in the early seasons of the show but she is so young herself for all that to be placed upon her. her husband died when she was 27 like jesus christ there is an 11 year age gap between her and dean !!!

[wyattjohnston]

playing house - jack hughes

series: we don't have no time to waste

summary: luke is staying with jack and daisy. daisy is equal parts excited and worried.

word count: 1,426

Daisy was bouncing on her toes at the front door.

There was an assignment waiting to be finished, due in less than twelve hours but she’d had trouble focussing since UMich lost their game—since Luke called Jack, half downtrodden and half ecstatic, to tell him that he was going to meet him in Boston.

It had long been decided that he would be in Jersey when his season ended and Daisy thought she was prepared for the day it finally came. But she’d yelled at both of them on the phone when it was clear Luke wasn’t coming straight to their place in Hoboken.

So, Daisy was waiting at the front door, barely keeping herself from opening it and staring out it, for Jack to arrive with Luke in tow.

The doorknob turned, Jack’s voice coming through with a “Honey, we’re—” before Daisy pulled it open the rest of the way, throwing Jack of balance, and then throwing herself at Luke and sending him off balance.

She grabbed onto Luke’s arms, spinning him around in circles as she shouted deliriously and nonsensically.

“Is Luke your favourite? I thought Quinn was your favourite,” Jack deadpanned.

Daisy stopped their spinning, took in Luke’s bewildered expression, before she shrugged and told Jack, very seriously, that she didn’t have favourites and that she loved the three of them equally.

“I already regret being here,” Luke chimed in, still stuck in place.

“You love It and you love me and you will love it here. If you don’t I will be very upset because I put a lot of effort into fixing up Ty’s old room and making sure you could make it your own and—”

“Breathe, Daisy,” Jack said behind a smile. “Let us inside.”

With one last squeal, Daisy gave Luke a proper hug before letting the boys lug Luke’s cases into the house.

Daisy appreciated that Jack kept his mouth shut as they walked further into the house—the level of effort she’d put into cleaning, and baking cookies, and clearly having down a full grocery shop, was something she only ever did for Ellen and Jim’s visits. It had been important to her that Luke walked in and felt welcome. It was also maybe a little important that he couldn’t report back about the heaping pile of clean laundry that substituted as their wardrobes, or the fact that at any given time there was mostly just enough food for Daisy to snack on and some assorted cereals.

“Rule number one is that you can’t complain about any noises you hear coming from our room,” Jack said while they were dropping things in Luke’s new room. “This is the furthest you can get from our room and Ty never said anything.”

“Ty was too nice.”

“Rule number two is no bringing random girls into the house.”

Luke scoffed, throwing his backpack heavily onto the bed as he said, “You’re such a dickhead.”

“You can bring home whoever you want,” Daisy said, elbowing her way past Jack into the room. “But no knocking anybody up—if you need condoms or lube or anything—”

“Jesus Christ, it’s like I moved back home.” He paused, thinking. “Mom and Dad might actually be less annoying.”

Daisy let out a muted, oh, and took a step back so that she was hiding more behind Jack. She felt her face fall and didn’t particularly want Luke to see. Jack knew it, though, looking over his shoulder as Daisy walked back.

Pointedly Jack said to Luke, “Rule number three is no upsetting Daisy.”

“Sorry, Daze, long weekend,” Luke apologised sheepishly.

“I can tone it down a notch. I just—I don’t know,” she shrugged instead of finishing her sentence because she was entirely uncertain of where it was going, anyway.

“Daisy wants you to feel welcome and like this is your home, too.”

“It is your home,” Daisy stressed.

“She’s just gonna be a lot nicer about it than I am. Which leads me to rule four—did I tell you you can’t bring girls home?”

“Fuck you,” Luke said, rather loudly as he started pointing his finger between them. “My first rule is that you guys keep your sex life to your bedroom.”

“One day,” Jack said sagely, despite the handful of Daisy’s ass he was grabbing, “you will understand what it’s like to have a smoking hot woman want to spend the rest of her life with you. She’ll never be the hottest woman in the room when Daze is around but she’ll be too good for you anyway so I suppose that doesn’t matter.”

Daisy rolled her eyes, chided Jack for comparing women even if the primary purpose was to poke fun at Luke and the second woman was hypothetical, and then pushed Jack out of Luke’s room so he could get settled.

When they walked past the kitchen, Jack backed Daisy up slowly into the counter, both to greet her properly and also, Daisy knew, to shove proposed Luke’s rule in his face if he wandered out of his room.

Any other day, Daisy would have kissed him back, would have let his hand wander up her shirt, would have happily been on the receiving and/or giving end of an orgasm or two but it was different with Luke in the house—it was different when she couldn’t wrap her head around all the effort she’d put in just for his arrival.

“I don’t really know why I tried so hard,” she said, mumbled against Jack’s neck as she buried her face. It was with total uncertainty that she said, “It might be about not wanting to disappoint your parents?”

Jack held her closer, his fingers only barely brushing the skin under her top. The undercurrent of laughter in his voice wasn’t directed at her when he said, “We’ve been living together for nearly three years now; been together for so long that I think that ship has probably sailed.”

“You’re so in love with me I could set this place on fire and you wouldn’t tell them,” Daisy said turning her face but still hiding in Jack’s chest. Jack hummed in agreement. “Luke, though… He doesn’t have anything to lose if he tells them that we had milk in the fridge that expired a month ago and neither of us noticed. I go to an Ivy League school, dude—I’m supposed to be smarter than that.”

“Babe,” Jack said, now laughing at her, even if it was light-hearted, “They weren’t even disappointed when I told them about the pregnancy thing. You couldn’t disappoint them if you tried. And, Luke will end up on the street if he tries. I’ve seen photos of his dorm and I will send them to Mom if I have to.”

Daisy had seen those photos, too, and the photos of the houses some of the other players on the team lived in—both Luke’s teammates and Quinn’s—and knew that Ellen and Jim were under no illusions about what went on in college. It was satisfying, at least, to know that Jack was willing to blackmail his own brother for her.

For something so minor, she also knew that he would have done it for fun, though.

“I just want him to be happy here,” she said, finally pulling her head away from his chest. “This whole thing is such a big deal for him and I don’t want to make it any harder.”

“He wouldn’t shut up the entire flight about living here. He’s fucking ecstatic.” After a brief pause, his face screwed up. “You don’t even drink milk. That one’s on me.”

She groaned, the memory filling her brain. “It was the grossest thing I’ve ever smelled in my life.”

“You smelled it? Daisy, babe, I think that’s enough to get you kicked out of Columbia. Even I know you don’t smell the expired milk.”

Daisy shoved Jack away, making various attempts to get him to stop talking—from telling him to shut up, to trying to get her hand over his mouth, to making loud noises to drown at the ensuing taunting.

She was making a break for it when Jack’s arms wrapped around her waist, her feet coming off the ground just enough that she lost all traction and hope of escaping. She shrieked—half laugh, half surprise—when she was caught.

Luke emerged from his room, didn’t even blink at what he was seeing, and bypassed them to get water from the filter in the fridge.

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sometimes I listen to the Portal songs and just think "Jesus Christ GLaDOS, just fucking ask her out, the worst she can say is no"

in the Lego Dimensions, which, I know, not canon at fucking all, but the song You Wouldn't Know was Written by Ellen McLain

and I just

"I was saying this to Batman; oh, he was here the other day Maybe you know him, he's a big deal, but I don't think of him that way"

Ellen, what did you mean by this

"yeah I met Batman... uh... I'm single btw, don't get the wrong idea 👀"

[partywithponies]

Not to be controversial, but Ellen-Jane "Diamond" Potts from the Hetty Feather books by Jacqueline Wilson has suffered more than Jesus Christ himself.

[affectionatelyrs]

WIP Wednesday

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This week is brought to you by threesgiving - I'm co-writing with @happiness-of-the-pursuit for this one and y'all... it's going to be a lot of fun

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Alex isn’t quite sure how taking an online test about their kinkier preferences turned into a powerpoint titled Whips and Chains: You Might Be Bad, But Are You Perfectly Good At It? that involves live audience participation. Henry mutters, “Christ” under his breath when the title slide appears on their TV. Nora is quick to defend herself. “What? Rihanna's hot. We’re Hot. And Ellen would be proud.” Alex sputters out, “Jesus, Nora.” “What?” Nora asks innocently. “She’d totally praise my nomenclature talents.”

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The Acts of the Apostles, pp. 593 - 602: Chapter (58) The Church Triumphant

More than eighteen centuries have passed since the apostles rested from their labors, but the history of their toils and sacrifices for Christ's sake is still among the most precious treasures of the church. This history, written under the direction of the Holy Spirit, was recorded in order that by it the followers of Christ in every age might be impelled to greater zeal and earnestness in the cause of the Saviour.

The commission that Christ gave to the disciples, they fulfilled. As these messengers of the cross went forth to proclaim the gospel, there was such a revelation of the glory of God as had never before been witnessed by mortal man. By the co-operation of the divine Spirit, the apostles did a work that shook the world. To every nation was the gospel carried in a single generation.

Glorious were the results that attended the ministry of the chosen apostles of Christ. At the beginning of their ministry some of them were unlearned men, but their consecration to the cause of their Master was unreserved, and under His instruction they gained a preparation for the great work committed to them. Grace and truth reigned in their hearts, inspiring their motives and controlling their actions. Their lives were hid with Christ in God, and self was lost sight of, submerged in the depths of infinite love.

The disciples were men who knew how to speak and pray sincerely, men who could take hold of the might of the Strength of Israel. How closely they stood by the side of God, and bound their personal honor to His throne! Jehovah was their God. His honor was their honor. His truth was their truth. Any attack made upon the gospel was as if cutting deep into their souls, and with every power of their being they battled for the cause of Christ. They could hold forth the word of life because they had received the heavenly anointing. They expected much, and therefore they attempted much. Christ had revealed Himself to them, and to Him they looked for guidance. Their understanding of truth and their power to withstand opposition were proportionate to their conformity to God's will. Jesus Christ, the wisdom and power of God, was the theme of every discourse. His name—the only name given under heaven whereby men can be saved—was by them exalted. As they proclaimed the completeness of Christ, the risen Saviour, their words moved hearts, and men and women were won to the gospel. Multitudes who had reviled the Saviour's name and despised His power now confessed themselves disciples of the Crucified.

Not in their own power did the apostles accomplish their mission, but in the power of the living God. Their work was not easy. The opening labors of the Christian church were attended by hardship and bitter grief. In their work the disciples constantly encountered privation, calumny, and persecution; but they counted not their lives dear unto themselves and rejoiced that they were called to suffer for Christ. Irresolution, indecision, weakness of purpose, found no place in their efforts. They were willing to spend and be spent. The consciousness of the responsibility resting on them purified and enriched their experience, and the grace of heaven was revealed in the conquests they achieved for Christ. With the might of omnipotence God worked through them to make the gospel triumphant.

Upon the foundation that Christ Himself had laid, the apostles built the church of God. In the Scriptures the figure of the erection of a temple is frequently used to illustrate the building of the church. Zechariah refers to Christ as the Branch that should build the temple of the Lord. He speaks of the Gentiles as helping in the work: “They that are far off shall come and build in the temple of the Lord;” and Isaiah declares, “The sons of strangers shall build up thy walls.” Zechariah 6:12, 15; Isaiah 60:10.

Writing of the building of this temple, Peter says, “To whom coming, as unto a living stone, disallowed indeed of men, but chosen of God, and precious, ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ.” 1 Peter 2:4, 5.

In the quarry of the Jewish and the Gentile world the apostles labored, bringing out stones to lay upon the foundation. In his letter to the believers at Ephesus, Paul said, “Now therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellow citizens with the saints, and of the household of God; and are built upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ Himself being the Chief Cornerstone; in whom all the building fitly framed together groweth unto an holy temple in the Lord: in whom ye also are builded together for an habitation of God through the Spirit.” Ephesians 2:19-22.

And to the Corinthians he wrote: “According to the grace of God which is given unto me, as a wise master builder, I have laid the foundation, and another buildeth thereon. But let every man take heed how he buildeth thereupon. For other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ. Now if any man build upon this foundation gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, stubble; every man's work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man's work of what sort it is.” 1 Corinthians 3:10-13.

The apostles built upon a sure foundation, even the Rock of Ages. To this foundation they brought the stones that they quarried from the world. Not without hindrance did the builders labor. Their work was made exceedingly difficult by the opposition of the enemies of Christ. They had to contend against the bigotry, prejudice, and hatred of those who were building upon a false foundation. Many who wrought as builders of the church could be likened to the builders of the wall in Nehemiah's day, of whom it is written: “They which builded on the wall, and they that bare burdens, with those that laded, everyone with one of his hands wrought in the work, and with the other hand held a weapon.” Nehemiah 4:17.

Kings and governors, priests and rulers, sought to destroy the temple of God. But in the face of imprisonment, torture, and death, faithful men carried the work forward; and the structure grew, beautiful and symmetrical. At times the workmen were almost blinded by the mists of superstition that settled around them. At times they were almost overpowered by the violence of their opponents. But with unfaltering faith and unfailing courage they pressed on with the work.

One after another the foremost of the builders fell by the hand of the enemy. Stephen was stoned; James was slain by the sword; Paul was beheaded; Peter was crucified; John was exiled. Yet the church grew. New workers took the place of those who fell, and stone after stone was added to the building. Thus slowly ascended the temple of the church of God.

Centuries of fierce persecution followed the establishment of the Christian church, but there were never wanting men who counted the work of building God's temple dearer than life itself. Of such it is written: “Others had trial of cruel mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover of bonds and imprisonment: they were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword: they wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins; being destitute, afflicted, tormented; (of whom the world was not worthy:) they wandered in deserts, and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.” Hebrews 11:36-38.

The enemy of righteousness left nothing undone in his effort to stop the work committed to the Lord's builders. But God “left not Himself without witness.” Acts 14:17. Workers were raised up who ably defended the faith once delivered to the saints. History bears record to the fortitude and heroism of these men. Like the apostles, many of them fell at their post, but the building of the temple went steadily forward. The workmen were slain, but the work advanced. The Waldenses, John Wycliffe, Huss and Jerome, Martin Luther and Zwingli, Cranmer, Latimer, and Knox, the Huguenots, John and Charles Wesley, and a host of others brought to the foundation material that will endure throughout eternity. And in later years those who have so nobly endeavored to promote the circulation of God's word, and those who by their service in heathen lands have prepared the way for the proclamation of the last great message—these also have helped to rear the structure.

Through the ages that have passed since the days of the apostles, the building of God's temple has never ceased. We may look back through the centuries and see the living stones of which it is composed gleaming like jets of light through the darkness of error and superstition. Throughout eternity these precious jewels will shine with increasing luster, testifying to the power of the truth of God. The flashing light of these polished stones reveals the strong contrast between light and darkness, between the gold of truth and the dross of error.

Paul and the other apostles, and all the righteous who have lived since then, have acted their part in the building of the temple. But the structure is not yet complete. We who are living in this age have a work to do, a part to act. We are to bring to the foundation material that will stand the test of fire—gold, silver, and precious stones, “polished after the similitude of a palace.” Psalm 144:12. To those who thus build for God, Paul speaks words of encouragement and warning: “If any man's work abide which he hath built thereupon, he shall receive a reward. If any man's work shall be burned, he shall suffer loss: but he himself shall be saved; yet so as by fire.” 1 Corinthians 3:14, 15. The Christian who faithfully presents the word of life, leading men and women into the way of holiness and peace, is bringing to the foundation material that will endure, and in the kingdom of God he will be honored as a wise builder.

Of the apostles it is written, “They went forth, and preached everywhere, the Lord working with them, and confirming the word with signs following.” Mark 16:20. As Christ sent forth His disciples, so today He sends forth the members of His church. The same power that the apostles had is for them. If they will make God their strength, He will work with them, and they shall not labor in vain. Let them realize that the work in which they are engaged is one upon which the Lord has placed His signet. God said to Jeremiah, “Say not, I am a child: for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak. Be not afraid of their faces: for I am with thee to deliver thee.” Then the Lord put forth His hand and touched His servant's mouth, saying, “Behold, I have put My words in thy mouth.” Jeremiah 1:7-9. And He bids us go forth to speak the words He gives us, feeling His holy touch upon our lips.

Christ has given to the church a sacred charge. Every member should be a channel through which God can communicate to the world the treasures of His grace, the unsearchable riches of Christ. There is nothing that the Saviour desires so much as agents who will represent to the world His Spirit and His character. There is nothing that the world needs so much as the manifestation through humanity of the Saviour's love. All heaven is waiting for men and women through whom God can reveal the power of Christianity.

The church is God's agency for the proclamation of truth, empowered by Him to do a special work; and if she is loyal to Him, obedient to all His commandments, there will dwell within her the excellency of divine grace. If she will be true to her allegiance, if she will honor the Lord God of Israel, there is no power that can stand against her.

Zeal for God and His cause moved the disciples to bear witness to the gospel with mighty power. Should not a like zeal fire our hearts with a determination to tell the story of redeeming love, of Christ and Him crucified? It is the privilege of every Christian, not only to look for, but to hasten the coming of the Saviour.

If the church will put on the robe of Christ's righteousness, withdrawing from all allegiance with the world, there is before her the dawn of a bright and glorious day. God's promise to her will stand fast forever. He will make her an eternal excellency, a joy of many generations. Truth, passing by those who despise and reject it, will triumph. Although at times apparently retarded, its progress has never been checked. When the message of God meets with opposition, He gives it additional force, that it may exert greater influence. Endowed with divine energy, it will cut its way through the strongest barriers and triumph over every obstacle.

What sustained the Son of God during His life of toil and sacrifice? He saw the results of the travail of His soul and was satisfied. Looking into eternity, He beheld the happiness of those who through His humiliation had received pardon and everlasting life. His ear caught the shout of the redeemed. He heard the ransomed ones singing the song of Moses and the Lamb.

We may have a vision of the future, the blessedness of heaven. In the Bible are revealed visions of the future glory, scenes pictured by the hand of God, and these are dear to His church. By faith we may stand on the threshold of the eternal city, and hear the gracious welcome given to those who in this life co-operate with Christ, regarding it as an honor to suffer for His sake. As the words are spoken, “Come, ye blessed of My Father,” they cast their crowns at the feet of the Redeemer, exclaiming, “Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honor, and glory, and blessing. ... Honor, and glory, and power, be unto Him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever and ever.” Matthew 25:34; Revelation 5:12, 13.

There the redeemed greet those who led them to the Saviour, and all unite in praising Him who died that human beings might have the life that measures with the life of God. The conflict is over. Tribulation and strife are at an end. Songs of victory fill all heaven as the ransomed ones take up the joyful strain, Worthy, worthy is the Lamb that was slain, and lives again, a triumphant conqueror.

“I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands; and cried with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.” Revelation 7:9, 10.

“These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore are they before the throne of God, and serve Him day and night in His temple: and He that sitteth on the throne shall dwell among them. They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.” “And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.” Revelation 7:14-17; 21:4.

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Part 14 - Bump

🛑smut warning- Mature Content-18+- Minors DNI🛑

" You are a fucking slut Ross, I don't know how you do it. How do you keep getting these chicks?" Richard asked as we all sat around the lunchroom table.

Conversations at lunch were never dull, always the highlight of the work day. Most days it was random conversation, shootin the shit, talking about something Robs kid said or new songs we should learn for our next gig, today's discussion was focused on Ross and his sex life.

" It's my sparkling personality, you Asshole." Ross smirked." And my massive dick."

" It's not going to be massive if it falls off because you have been screwing nasty ass girls, you need to wrap that shit up. You don't need a disease and you certainly don't need a fucking kid." Rob pointed at Ross with a pretzel stick.

" Ok Dad." Ross rolled his eyes.

" Well I am a dad, and I hope I never have to have this conversation with my kid."

" Your kid is 7."

" Yeah and I hope he makes good choices in life and does just stick a dick in some girl just because they are offering. I hope he has better standards. Same with my daughter, she had better not ever go near a guy like you."

" It should be quality over quantity, my dude." Kevin put his two cents in and pointed to me." For example, Munson here could have any fucking girl he wants, dude is a magnet. But instead of sleeping around, he found himself a nice, quality girl that is intelligent, beautiful and bakes the best god damn cookies I have ever had. A quality girl, wife material, someone that you could bring home to your parents."

I smiled and nodded." Relationship goals, buddy. Find a nice girl before your dick falls off."

We all laughed then went back to eating. The phone rang and Rob got up to answer it since he was the closest.

" Rockin Robs music emporium, Rockin Rob here."

" Next time I answer the phone I am going to answer it Rockin Ross." Ross laughed.

" Rockin Eddie doesn't flow so I'm not fuckin saying it unless boss man tells me I have to." I popped a pretzel into my mouth .

" Hey Munson, you have a call." Rob hollered over.

I looked at Rob and he waved me over. I got up and jogged over. He handed me the phone.

" Uh, hello?"

" Is this Edward Munson?"

" Uh yeah, who is this?"

" This is Ellen from the Medical Center, we have a Veronica Montgomery here-"

My stomach dropped and my heart jumped into my throat."Oh god, what happened? Is she ok? Please tell me she is ok?"

" Mr. Munson, Miss Montgomery informed us that you were her emergency contact. She has had a little accident and is currently seeking treatment here at our facility."

" What happened! Please just tell me  what happened!"

" Miss Montgomery slid on some ice while walking to class, and fell. We are currently evaluating her to assess the damage-"

I felt myself going into panic mode, my poor girl. She's got to be ok, I need her to be." Is she ok though?"

" Suspected concussion and possible broken ankle."

" Jesus Christ! Where are you located I will be right there."

I wrote down the address then hung up the phone." Rob, I gotta go, Ronnie is at the hospital, she's hurt, I have to make sure she is alright."

" What happened? Is she ok?" Rob asked concerned.

" They are evaluating her now. Fuck!" I ran my hand over my face. I felt like I was going to puke.

Rob pat my shoulder." Go do what you gotta do. You ok kid?"

" Just worried.  God I hope she is ok."

" It is going to be fine. Get going so you can see for yourself.Keep me posted ok?"

" Hey Eddie, do you want me to drive you there?" Kevin asked.

" Thanks man but I want to have my van so I can bring her home. Could I maybe follow you?" I looked over at Rob. " Would that be ok?"

" Absolutely. Why don't you guys get going. Let me know what's going on ok?"

I nodded and ran to get my keys out of my locker, then followed Kevin out to the parking lot." Hey Kev, do you know anything about concussions?"

" Yeah they suck. I used to play hockey so I have had a couple. Headache, fuzzy head, lights and sounds hurt your brain, trouble concentrating. Only temporarily though. She's gonna be alright buddy. "

I let out a shaky breath." Hope so."

We drove like a bat out of hell to the hospital, thank god it was only 15 minutes away, when I got there I went to the registration desk and they told me where to find her. When I got to her floor she wasn't in her room, she hadn't gotten back from diagnostic imaging yet so I asked if there was a phone I could use so I could call Lucy. I had no idea if she even knew. I took a little piece of paper out of my wallet that Lucy had given me with her and Bill's work numbers on them and punched in her number.

" Hello, Lucy Carver speaking, how can I help you?"

" Lucy, it's Eddie."

" Oh hey honey, what's going on? There must be something if you are calling me here."

I took a deep breath." I'm at the hospital, Ronnie has had a little accident, apparently she fell down some stairs and bumped her head, maybe broke her ankle."

" Oh my god!! Eddie is she ok?"

" I haven't seen her yet or talked to the doctor yet, but the nurse said that she will be ok. I just want to fucking see her with my own eyes, ya know? I'm worried about her,I want to make sure she is alright."

" My poor girl!  My poor baby girl, possible broken ankle, maybe a concussion? Nothing major though, she's going to be fine,." I could hear the worry in her voice as she calmed herself down.

" I wish I knew more Lucy."

" I am glad that you are there with her Eddie. You're the one person I trust other than myself to take care of her. " I could hear her voice break." I really mean that Eddie. I know you will love and take care of my baby. "

" You know I will. She is my everything."

" I know Eds. We are lucky to have you. I wouldn't have let her move in with just anyone you know."

" I am glad that you know how much I care for her. "

" I do know. " Lucy paused." I think I will wait until we get more details before heading out, I want you to be able to get in touch with me. Eddie hon, call me when you talk to the doctor, or have the doctor call me ok? I am going to go home and pack an overnight bag real quick. I know you will take excellent care of her there is no doubt in my mind, but as her mom I just want to see for myself ."

" I am right there with you."

" Ok Kiddo, I'm going to let you go. I'm going to go home and wait for a call there Ok Honey? When you hear something call me."

" I promise I will."

" Tell my baby I love her and will see her soon. I love you too Eddie."

For some reason that one little phrase hit me hard, maybe because I was scared out of my mind and wound up. Maybe it was because I knew it was true, Lucy loved me. She loved me like I was her own kid. She could have treated me like every other person in Hawkins did but she didn't. She gave me the benefit of the doubt and gave me a chance. I felt my voice crack ." I love you too Lucy."

I hung up the phone and sat with my face in my hands. All of my emotions getting the better of me, the stress, the worry, I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. I knew she would be ok, from the sounds of it nothing life threatening, but the thought of knowing she was hurt and in pain made me sick.

I don't know how long I sat there before I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Mr.Munson?"

I uncovered my face and wiped at my cheeks and nose with the sleeve of my flannel." Yes. Sorry, uh, sorry about that."

The nurse smiled at me, she was an older woman with kind eyes." It's okay Sweetie. You're here for Miss Montgomery correct?"

" Yes." I stood up, " Is she back? Can I see her?"

The nurse squeezed my shoulder, " Your fiancée is going to be just fine."

I blinked." She's doing ok?"

" She is a little confused, a little sore, a little emotional but that is normal. She has a mild concussion, she is complaining about her head hurting, we gave her what we could for pain meds. Her ankle looks really nasty, it will look worse before it looks better, swelling, bruises . Now it is just a matter of getting the swelling to go down. We have it wrapped in ice for now." The nurse started walking down the hall and I followed her." She is going to be happy to see you."

" I just need to see her with my own eyes, ya know? I have been in panic mode since I got the call. "

" Well you can relax now Sugar.Your girl is going to make a full recovery." She stopped infront of a room and opened the door. " Here she is."

I stepped inside and my heart sank. It hurt my feelings to see my sweet Princess in a hospital bed, eyes closed, wearing a hospital gown, foot propped up and icing.

" Awww Sweetheart." I walked up to the bed and ran my finger down her cheek.

She blinked slowly then focused on me." Eddie you're here." I saw her lip quiver and I leaned over and carefully kissed the top of her head.." Of course I am here Sweetheart. I got here as quickly as I could. How are you feeling darling?" I sat on the edge of the bed.

" Awful, my head is pounding, my ankle hurts, I've got this big bump." She spoke slowly. She lightly touched the lump on her head and winced, tears forming in her eyes." Baby, I feel like I can't think."

" I'm so sorry my sweet girl." I carefully crawled up beside her, mindful of her foot  on the opposite side. " I wish you didn't hurt." I slid my arm around her and she cuddled into my chest and started crying." Please don't cry Princess. You'll make me cry."

" I'm sorry." She sobbed. " I love you so much."

I carefully lifted up her chin and wiped her tears away then kissed her cheeks. " I love you more. And don't  be sorry, baby. "

She sniffled, then whispered, " I told them you were my fiancé, I was afraid they wouldn't let you in. I hope you aren't mad."

I smiled at her." No, I'm not mad, you will be, someday." I brushed some hair out of her face and kissed the tip of her nose. Just then the nurse walked in, the same woman that walked me to the room. I started to move, ready to hop out of the bed but she smiled.

" You can stay right where you are Sugar, as long as our Patient here is ok with it. She looks pretty ok with it." She walked up to Veronica and inspected her ankle then switched out the ice pack." There is quite a bit of swelling and bruising. It must feel like hell."

Ronnie squinted." I don't know what's worse, my head or my ankle."

" Oh!" I remembered Kevin telling me about the light bothering with a concussion and I grabbed a pair of sunglasses out of the van. I pulled them out of my pocket and carefully slid them on. " How's that Baby?"

" A little better. Thank you Eds." She started crying again. " You take such good care of me."

" That's my job, Sweetheart. I promised."

The nurse smiled." You got yourself a good man here, don't let him get away."

" I won't." She sniffled again.

" The Doctor will be in shortly, he is just finishing up reviewing your x-ray."

" Thank you."  The nurse left the room again. " Hey Baby, do you need a drink or something?"

" I think I will puke if I do."

" Well let's not do that then, maybe when we get home you will be more comfortable. I called your mom, she is going to come as soon as I call her, she wanted all the info first."

" She is coming?"

" Yup, she had to see for herself that you are alright."

" I just want to go home."

" I hear ya babe, we will get you home, get you comfortable in bed,"

" We'll cuddle?"

" Absolutely, if cuddles are what you want cuddles are what you get. All you have to do is ask. You just picked up that Stephen King book you have been wanting to read, the creepy clown one? I'll read it to you."

" That would perfect."

There was a knock on the door and I carefully hopped off the bed as the doctor entered the room.

" Hello, I am Dr. Novak, " he shook my hand." Ms.Montgomery, how are you feeling?"

" Awful. Nauseous, my head hurts, my vision is off, my ankle is throbbing."

" Your symptoms are typical of a concussion. Vision problems, problems concentrating, light and sound sensitivity, headache, nausea. You are going to need to rest, no TV, bright lights or overstimulation. We need your brain to rest so it can heal. I understand you are a Student? No class for now, when symptoms start to go away , you can ease back in."

" I'm going to fall behind."

" Your professors will give you time to catch up. They will make exceptions for medical reasons."

" Don't stress about it babe." I rubbed her knee." And her ankle?"

" Fractured but a clean break. Ice and compression, she will leave with a boot and crutches. Ice and elevation are the key to getting the swelling down. It should  heal on its own. We will want to follow up with you to check healing, physical therapy."

" How long for recovery?" I asked, trying to think of all the questions I needed to ask.

" Around 2 weeks for the concussion, around 4 months for the ankle, you can be mobile with the boot."

" What can she take for pain meds?"

" Tylenol is recommended because of the concussion."

" Ok, got it. Anything else?"

" We will give you a paper with instructions, I know the information can be overwhelming."

" Yeah. "

" We will get you ready to go home. The nurse will be back in to help you."

" Thank you." We watched the Doctor walk out. " Get to go home soon Angel."

" Thank god."

" I'm going to go call your mom while the nurse's are getting you ready. I'll be right back ok?"

" Ok Eds."

I went out and found a phone to call Lucy, filled her in and she informed me that she was heading right out. It took what seemed like forever for them to release my girl, but finally I had her in a wheelchair and was wheeling her out to the van. I carefully loaded her up along with her crutches and we were on our way home.  When we reached the apartment I ran ahead and opened the door then picked her up and carried her inside.

" You didn't have to carry me Eddie."

" Of course I did Sweetheart." I smiled at her as I carefully set her down on our bed then went out to get her belongings and close the door. I ran back in and closed the curtains to keep the light out.

" What do you need? A drink? Snack? Do you need to use the restroom?"

" Can you help me get in my Jammies?"

" Absolutely Dollface." I took off her coat then carefully took off her clothes without jostling her around too much and carefully taking off her boot." God damn baby that looks horrible."

" It feels worse than it looks. I'm such a fucking mess."

" I'm going to get you in your comfy PJs, get you a snack and a drink, get that ankle iced and elevated the we are going to cuddle. Sound good Baby?"

" You are the best nurse ever."

I slid a baggy T-shirt over her head. "Good?"

" Good."

" K, I'm going to the kitchen but I will be right back. Let me know if you need anything." She laid her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes. I quickly went out and gathered some ginger ale, peanut butter crackers and an ice pack then ran back in. " Still with me kid.?"

A faint smile spread across her face. "Still here baby."

I wrapped her ankle up and propped it up on a pillow. She grimaced in pain. " I'm so sorry-"

" It's fine. Meds will kick in soon."

"On that note I want you to try to eat even just a few crackers ok Babe? It might help. You've got those pills in there on an empty stomach."

" How do you know all this?"

" Don't forget, I had to take care of Wayne. He is worlds worst patient." I handed her a cracker and she took a tiny bite. Then I put the straw to her lips. I was happy when she ate a few crackers and drank about half of the ginger ale.

" Ok Munson it is time for you to crawl in here. It is the only thing that will make me feel better."

" Ok Sweetheart." I slid in the side opposite of her bad ankle and wrapped her up in my arms." Better?"

" Much."

" I have to wake you up every couple of hours to check on you."

" Ok Eddie."

I kissed her forehead and looked at my watch. Lucy would be here in a couple of hours. It wouldn't hurt either one of us to nap until then. " Just relax Princess."

" Mmhum."

And just like that we were both out.

I awoke to a light kiss on my cheek. When I opened my eyes there was Lucy, smiling down at me.

" Hey Lucy, we just closed our eyes for a little nap. We were exhausted." I looked at the clock beside the bed. " Perfect timing. We need to  wake her up and check on her. Gotta do that every couple of hours tonight. Oh! I need to get her some fresh ice!"

" Why don't you stay right there and I'll go get the ice."

" It's ok, I need to stretch anyway." I carefully slid out from under Ronnie but she stirred.

" Baby? Where you goin?"

" Sweetheart your mom is here."

"Mom?" She sat up slowly.

" Honey I'm here." Lucy bent over and lightly kissed the top of Veronica's head. " How are you feeling baby girl?"

" Awful."

" Have you tried to eat anything ?"

" Eddie made me eat some crackers and drink ginger ale."

" What a good man! He is a spectacular nurse."

" He's the best."

I felt my cheeks get hot." I'm going to go swap out your ice pack. Need anything?"

" I'm good Eds, thank you."

I slid the spent ice pack out from under her ankle then went out to put it back in the freezer. I grabbed a glass of water and some Tylenol for myself, the stress and anxiety of the day catching up with me. I leaned back against the counter, resting my head on the cupboard. I closed my eyes.

" You good Honey?"

My eyes popped open" Yeah Lucy.. I was so fuckin- sorry, so worried, just constant state of panic all day until now, it's just catching up with me."

Lucy put a hand on my cheek." Your my knight in shining armor Eddie. I don't have to worry when you are around her, you take such good care of her." She leaned in and gave me a tight hug, I hugged her back, resting my head on her shoulder. This was what I needed after today.

" You have had a day kiddo." She pulled away and kissed my forehead." Go lay down with Veronica. I've got this."

" No really I-"

" Mom's orders. Go." She pointed to our bedroom." I'm going to call and get a pizza delivered and we can all just sit back and try to relax."

" Ok Mrs C. Thanks for the hug, I needed it." I smiled went back down the hall and crawled back into bed. I big spooned Ronnie, burying my head into her neck, inhaling her scent, just so fucking relieved that she was going to be ok.

" Making a move on my Mom,  Munson?"

I laughed." I don't know what your talking about."

" Thanks for the hug?"

" Well actually she made a move on me. I even got a smooch too."

" On my deathbed and I'm being replaced by my own mother."

"She's the next closest thing , I mean you look just like her-"

" Dick."

I laughed, yup, my girl was going to be just fine.

As always thank you for reading- comments and re-blogs are always welcome ❤️

[lesbiancassius]

@lesbiancassius' january reads

@goosemixtapes did this and i'm a thief so i'm doing one too.

books (well like one book and a bunch of plays)

Through the Woods, Emily Carroll - a beautiful horror/folk tale graphic novel. recall seeing the 'the wolf only has to catch you once' art from this book EONS ago and was kind of jumpscared by it reappearing. i put an e hold on this for a course i dropped last semester and just ended up reading it now when it came in

Switch, Isobel Williams - Williams asks the yet unasked question of what if Catullus was about rope bondage? and the answer is 'you can do a lot of fun translations about it'. yes, maybe there are safety scissors in my closet now...do not look at me

If We Were Birds, Erin Shields - jesus fucking christ can Erin Shields write a play. A staged version of Philomela and Procne's story and like the third play I read this month for acting class

Trauma and Recovery, Judith Herman - I am admittedly never a non-fiction reader but I found this book really interesting. I had seen @ chthonic-cassandra recommend it and I'm very glad I got around to reading it.

The Penelopiad (play), Margaret Atwood - read this for acting class. don't ask me for an opinion i am just delighted to do Odysseus drag.

Passion Play by We Quit Theatre, a linocut zine of improvised erotic Bible stories...I mean what more is there to say than that.

I also read Problem Child by George F. Walker but that was just miscellany for acting class.

articles (i will just list the hits because i read like five million articles this month)

“The Slaves Were Happy”: High School Latin and the Horrors of Classical Studies

The Body in Question: Looking At Non-Binary Gender in the Greek and Roman World

Reflections on a Starved Decade, Charlie Squire (content warning: this is about an eating disorder. it is also really, really good)

Transition, Akwaeke Emezi

on my nightstand (tbr)

Enter Ghost, Isabella Hammad (started this - already quite in love with Hammad's prose)

catch up on the Thebaid readalong I've barely started

Winter Harvest, Ioanna Papadopoulou (I want to read this so bad and the cover looks SO sexy on my nightstand and yet I keep not opening it)

Roaming, Mariko and Jillian Tamaki

Elektra by Jennifer Saint but only because I have book club.

finishing Ellen McLaughlin's Greek Plays

very slowly picking at a French translation of Madeline Miller's Circe I picked up at a secondhand bookstore the other day

godsong?? will I finally fucking read max goosemixtapes' godsong??? who knows but I want to I really do