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│ FORMAT･ﾟ⎯ 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

│ SUMMARY･ﾟ⎯ 𝖠𝗓𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝗈 answer Cesar’s invite.

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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨❤️‍🔥: 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖡𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖳𝗈 𝖥𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾

AZARIA SMILED AS she drove through the county of Los Angeles to her new house. After saving all her money, she finally bought herself a cozy three-bedroom place. Also, Azaria didn't know what to expect when her friends saw her again. One thing she did know was that she couldn't be any happier to be home. As Azaria drove past the bridge of shrines dedicated to those that lost their lives, she knew she had made it to Freeridge.

Driving down the street, Azaria couldn't help but reminisce on her memories before she left. All the block parties she attended, the fights she had on the road to enjoying the sun while walking on the sidewalk. There was one person she would always kick it with, and that was Oscar Diaz. The two were inseparable. After meeting in high school, you would never no see them together.

Oscar and Azaria spent all day together the day before she left Freeridge and made love all night. She took a piece of Oscar's heart with her when she left. Azaria missed him every day and vice versa. One thing Azaria hoped to happen now that she was back was to rekindle the flame between her and Oscar. That's what she planned.

In no time, Azaria pulled up to her new house and parked in front. As she stepped out, the sun beamed down on her while staring at her greatest accomplishment. Noticing the moving truck pulling up, Azaria locked her car and greeted the movers. After exchanging greetings, Azaria unlocked the front door, and the helpers moved the furniture inside the once-empty home.

Rolling her suitcase inside her new home, Azaria thanked the helpers and locked the door behind them. She stood in the living room, not knowing what to do first. Azaria wanted to call her best friend Imani. When she grabbed her phone, the doorbell rang. A confused look appeared on Azaria's face as she went to answer it.

She saw the top of the person's head through the peephole. As she opened the door, she peeked around the door seeing none other than Jamal, Ruby, Caesar, and Monse. Jamal and Ruby seemed to be bickering back and forth. Azaria opened the door all the way and stood there watching them.

"I know it's Zari, and you can't tell me otherwise," Jamal remarked, stomping his feet like a child.

"What if it's not her? We knocked on a random person's door, Jamal!" Ruby affirmed, shaking his head.

"Are you guys done arguing yet?" The woman questioned, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.

The teens looked up, gasping as they met Azaria's eyes. "See, I fucking told you it was her." Jamal was excited to see Azaria again as he jumped up and down, clapping his hands. All she could do was shake her head.

Jamal's energy made Azaria miss him the most. That kid always brightened her day whenever they came across each other.

"What can I do for you guys?" Azaria asked, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking her hip.

"First and foremost, welcome back to Freeridge Zari," Ruby said, shoving Jamal to the side. "I see time away has made you more beautiful."

"Thank you, Ruby." The woman praised as a smirk came across her face.

"Second, I missed you," Jamal commented, walking up to Azaria to hug her. "Why did you leave me."

Ruby scoffed and shoved Jamal again, pushing him away from Azaria. As he went to wrap his arms around her, he sneakily ran his hands down to her ass, resting them there. Azaria couldn't help but smile at the young boy's antics, but she had to tell for the hundredth time.

"Ruby, sweetheart. I love you like you're my little brother, but if you don't move your hands, I'll break them in so many different places that you won't be able to masturbate again." Azaria warned, staring at Ruby, who slowly retracted his arms. "Thank you. So what are you kids up to?"

"We were going to the pool to go swimming when we saw you were moving in. Do you want to come?" Monse questioned, stepping in front of the two boys who started bickering back and forth.

"Sure, I'll see you guys there in an hour," Azaria replied, nodding her head.

"Good, we'll see you there." The young girl beamed, clapping her hands.

Azaria waved at the teens before closing the front door. She goes over to her purse, grabs her phone, and calls her closest best friend, Imani. These two had an unbreakable friendship and would ride for each other ten toes down. After a few rings, Imani answers the call.

My Other Half🌞🤍 - Didn't we get off the phone?

No, we didn't, but if you want me to find another best friend, I can do that.

My Other Half🌞🤍 - Don't get disrespectful. What's up?

Do you and Honey Buns want to meet me at the community pool?

My Other Half🌞🤍 - Yea, we'll meet you there.

Okay, see you, babe.

My Other Half🌞🤍 - Goodbye, my love.

Azaria plugged her phone and headed to the bathroom for a quick rinse. After she stepped out of the glass enclosure, she wrapped a towel around herself. Searching through her clothes, she didn’t know what to wear. Finally, Azaria decided on an orange and yellow tie-dye three-piece bikini with shorts. She grabbed her phone and car keys before heading out as her feet slid in some slides.

As she drove down the road, Azaria couldn’t wait to see her best friends, especially Samara, aka Honey Buns. Since she’s been away, Samara called Azaria every day. They'd talk on the phone from sun up to sun down. Azaria was thankful for Samara calling her and checking on her. She appreciated her friendship so much.

Arriving at the public pool, Azaria noticed Imani’s car and parked beside her. The friends stepped out of the vehicle simultaneously and screamed upon seeing each other.

“Bitch! Look at you!” Samara beamed, spreading her arms wide.

Azaria smiled and ran into her best friend's arms, smiling at her. “Oh, I miss you so much, Honey Buns.”

“Girl, I missed you too,” Samara replied, not wanting to let go of Azaria. She wanted her friend to stay in her arms forever.

“Um, excuse me. What about me?” Imani dramatically coughed, standing with her arms open.

“You know I missed you, boo.” Azaria smiled, wrapping her arms around her other friend.

“I see you’ve gotten thicker.” Imani teased, smacking Azaria on the ass.

“Hell yeah, you did. I love it.” Samara said, nodding her head in approval.

“Well, I’ve been hitting the gym while I was away.” Azaria smiled, twirling around in a circle.

“Mhm. Either that or getting some dick.” Imani remarked, smirking at her friend.

The pair stared at their friend, waiting for her to reveal the truth they wanted to hear. Azaria rolled her eyes, making the girls laugh.

“Okay, a little bit of that too. I’m not going to lie.” She laughed, shrugging her shoulders.

“I know that’s right.” Imani cheered, giving Azaria a high five.

“Well, come on. I want to get in some water. It’s hot as the devil's dick out here.” Samara replied, fanning herself with her hand.

The three friends placed their sunglasses on their faces and started walking through the gates, looking like some bad bitches.

Oscar leaned against the side of the pool, lost in his thoughts. Lately, he couldn’t keep his mind off his true love, Azaria Summers. He missed the hell out of her and wished he could see her beautiful melanin face again. Little did Oscar know his wish was going to come true. As he glanced towards the entrance gate, he suddenly felt like he had a deja vu.

He couldn’t believe the view before him; he knew he didn’t have 20/20 vision but swore his imagination was playing tricks on him. Since Azaria arrived with her friends, Oscar couldn’t tear his gaze away from her beautiful body. Something was different about Azaria. She appeared thicker than the last time he saw her five years ago.

The thought of Azaria occupied Oscar’s mind, thinking of all the times they’d shared that he didn’t hear his current armpiece calling for him until he felt a smack on the back of his bald head.

“¡Pinche perra! No pongas tus putas manos sobre mí.” Oscar cursed, turning to face his arm candy, Danica. ( “Fucking bitch! Don’t put your fucking hands on me.” )

Oscar met her last year at the strip club, where he had to handle some business, and she approached him. He thought Danica was looking good, and he needed a release. At first, it was supposed to be a one-night stand, but he couldn’t cut her loose for some reason. Danica would only be a hit and quit, but Oscar always felt lonely, but she could never fill that hole in his heart that belonged to Azaria.

“I’m sorry, bebé, but I’ve been calling you, and it’s like you’re stuck on something.” Danica apologized, rubbing the side of his stubble.

More like someone, and that someone is a person he held close to his heart, unlike the chica he’s with now.

“What is it?” Oscar asked, blocking his face from the bright sun.

“I asked if you wanted to do something special tonight.” She replied, fixing her sunglasses on her face.

“Special like what?” Oscar questioned, arching an eyebrow in confusion.

“I don’t know, maybe you, me, a bottle of Don Julio, and a bathtub,” Danica smirked, biting her glossed bottom lip.

If Oscar was honest, he didn’t want to spend any more time with Danica now that he knew the love of his life was back in town. The look on her face held a hopeful expression.

“Nah, I have the gang coming over,” Oscar remarked, shaking his head.

“But they always come over, and I never have you to myself,” Danica whined, making Oscar cringe.

The sound of her voice was like nails scraping on a chalkboard, and it honestly irritated him. “You know what you signed up for when you got with me.”

He watched her from the corner of his eye as she rolled her eyes and huffed like a child throwing a temper tantrum. Oscar knew that now his chica was back in town, he had to do whatever it took to get her back. With his back against the pool wall, Oscar gazed up at the sun after fixing his sunglasses and smiled. Now that his one true love was back in town, he couldn’t wait till he felt her soft skin. Things would finally go back to the way they were before she left.

Oscar sat in the cool water and watched Azaria from across the pool like a creep. He felt like a weirdo for doing so, but he didn’t care. Danica started getting on his nerves, complaining about the sun being too hot, making him roll his eyes.

You should’ve stayed fucking home.

With a huff, Oscar turned to say something to his arm candy but stopped when he saw his little brother Cesar walking toward him. Oscar was glad his hermano came in time. At that time, Danica got up and walked to the bathroom, letting Oscar sigh in relief.

“Wassup, little bro?” Oscar questioned, looking at Cesar.

“I see you are staring at Zaria,” Cesar smirked, pushing his shoulder against his brother’s.

“When did she get back?” He asked, smiling at his younger sibling.

“Today. The crew and I were walking to the house and saw a moving truck. Come to find out, it was Azaria moving into Freeridge.” Cesar explained, dipping his feet into the water.

“How far does she live?” Oscar asked, nibbling the inside of his cheek.

“About a block away,” Cesar answered, swinging his feet.

“Invite her over.” The eldest brother said as a smirk appeared on his face.

“Why?” The youngest sibling asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Do it,” Oscar replied, climbing out of the pool.

When he gathered his things, Danica followed like a lost puppy behind him as they exited the gate to the parking lot. Cesar grinned and approached where Monse, Jamal, and Ruby sat near Azaria and her friends.

“Hey, are you guys doing anything tonight?” Cesar asked the three women, who raised their brows at him.

“What’s it to you?” Imani questioned, pulling down her sunglasses.

“You guys should come over. Today’s one of the homie’s birthday.” Cesar smoothly claimed, trying to be persuasive.

“What? You want us to come over?” Azaria smiled, laughing at Cesar’s antics.

“I don’t see why not, seeing as Imani and Samara are always there.” Cesar shrugged as a grin appeared on his face.

“I guess we can come over,” Samara replied, rolling her eyes.

“See you guys later.” Cesar waved at the girls as he and his group exited the pool area.

“What the fuck just happened?” Samara asked, utterly confused.

“I think we got asked out by a fourteen-year-old,” Imani replied, shaking her head as she laughed.

“Well, it looks like we have plans tonight.” Azaria laughed, checking her phone notifications.

“Bitch I know you fuckin’ lyin’.” Samara cursed, rolling her eyes.

“I wish I was.” Imani sighed, shaking her head.

Azaria laughed at her friends as Samara had a look of disbelief written on her face.

Walking to her car, Azaria smiled as she hugged Samara and Imani. “We can meet up at my house.”

“Hell, we’ll follow you there,” Samara replied, waving her hand.

“That’s fine with me.” Azaria shrugged, tossing her bag in the passenger seat.

She climbed into her car and shut the door as she stuck her keys in the ignition. Arriving at home, Azaria unlocked the front door and entered the dwelling.

“Ooo, girl, I love your new place.” Samara beamed excitedly, looking around the living room.

“Yea. It feels empty, but yet it's not.” Imani replied, nodding in agreement.

Azaria turned to her friends, arching an eyebrow at them with an amused expression, and said, “Ya’ll can get the hell out with all that negativity.” She pointed to the front door as she leaned against the plush couch.

“Miss me with that bullshit. We are just playing with you.” Imani replied, smacking her lips and waving her best friend off.

“Anyway, the guest rooms are that way. I’m going to take a shower.” Azaria explained, pointing to the opposite end of the hallway.

“See you in a minute.” Samra nodded, walking into the guest bathroom to run a shower.

Azaria entered her bathroom, turned on the shower, entered her closet, and searched the hanger for an outfit. She knew it would be warm outside, even with the sundown, since it was the middle of summer, so she knew her clothing had to have fewer sleeves. Once the water reached the perfect temperature, Azaria removed her swimsuit and stepped inside the glass enclosure. The water felt good running down Azaria’s body as she washed the chlorine and pool water off herself. After washing off, Azaria shut off the water, wrapped a towel around herself, and walked to her room.

When Azaria dried off, she moisturized her skin and dressed in Shein's sexy ripped raw hem denim shorts, Shein’s orange icon letter graphic knot front crop top, and Nike SP Syracuse dunk low sneakers. For her hair, she brushed it into a slicked-back bun with her black Burgundybay acrylic frame glasses and orange Telfar small bag. Looking in the mirror, Azaria applied clear glitter lipgloss on her lips and took a few pictures. Before she left her room, she sprayed her body mist from Bath & Body Works and closed the door behind her. Azaria waited in the living for her two friends since they loved spending their sweet time preparing for any social gathering.

Huffing through her nose, Azaria threw her head back, annoyed. “Ya’ll come on! We’re just going to see your boyfriends!”

“Girl shut up, we’re coming!” Imani yelled from inside the guest room.

“It takes time to look this good,” Samra remarked, poking her head out the door.

Upon seeing Azaria’s outfit, she gasped, saying, “Oh girl, you look good. Who’re you looking cute for?”

“Would you finish getting dressed and come one, please,” Azaria replied, rolling her eyes.

“What’re you rushing for? You wanna see Spooky that bad, huh?” Samara joked, playfully teasing her friend.

“Girl, I’m not looking cute for him or anybody else.” Azaria lied, rolling her eyes. She didn’t know what to think, knowing she would see Spooky after all these years.

“Man, miss me with that bullshit,” Samara replied, smacking her lips, retrieving back inside the room.

Don’t get her wrong, Azaria was happy yet nervous to see him again. She wondered if he was in a relationship and how he’d react when he saw her again. Did he think about her as much as she did him? Azaria didn’t know.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Samara and Imani walked into the living room, dressed.

“I love your outfit. Where’d you get it?” Imani questioned, checking her best friend out.

“Shein and Nike.” Azaria smiled, posing for her.

“So fucking cute.” Imani complimented, nodding in approval.

The three friends took pictures of each other for Instagram before exiting Azaria’s house and heading toward the party.

#my writing #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz x black!reader #oscar diaz fanfic #oscar diaz fic #on my block fanfic #on my block fic

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missjanjie · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

im nothing if not a woman of my word, heres a lil look at the first chapter (idk how long itll be but i dont see it as a oneshot) of 'strangers like me'

The house they pulled up to was, to Gigi’s surprise, much larger than her home in California, though she supposed that made sense, having already figured out that everything was cheaper out here based on signs at gas stations and restaurants.

Once her dad parked the car, she got out and sat on the hood of it, watching the movers bring boxes into the house. After five minutes or so, she realized she wasn’t the only one watching, looking over and seeing two young women across the street, both talking to each other as they passed a joint back and forth. She realized that making friends out here might be even more important than doing so in high society.

She walked across the street and, instead of walking up the five stairs, folded her arms on the railing to prop her head up. “Can I get a hit?”

The woman closer to her got up and offered it out to her. “Long drive?”

“Long day of travel,” Gigi replied as she took a hit, handing it back as she exhaled. Between the plane ride and drive, she had spent most of the day sitting and ruminating on her life. She looked at her new neighbor curiously – she had curly, brown hair and thick-rimmed glasses and was dressed far more brightly than what she would’ve expected from someone in a deep-red state. And when she looked over at the other woman – taller and paler with jet-black hair – and realized she was also dressed in a stand-out way, though she had more of a punk aesthetic. These two would thrive in Los Angeles, she couldn’t help but wonder if they felt as trapped here as she did.

“I’m Crystal, by the way,” she told her, then cocked her head to her right, “and this is my sister, Daya.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Gigi.” She went back and forth between offering out her hand or not, which made it look like she was jerking her arm like a robot before she settled on just nodding and smiling.

“Are you in witness protection or something?” Daya asked with a light laugh.

Gigi furrowed her brows. “I don’t think so… None of us had to change our names or anything, and we didn’t fake our deaths. I guess we’re just laying low until whatever’s happening with my dad’s business gets fixed up.”

#wip wednesday #crygi

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thatswhatthepoetssay · 2 years

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Born in Flames |

Tate Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 1,012

synopsis: Can the devil himself find comfort in simple things? Or does he crave something more cynical..

We are born alone and we die alone, but what happens after?

The raindrops were flowing down the car window as houses passed me by in a frenzy of color. My parent’s car pulls at a stop next to the shiny black gates of the famous “Murder House.” The new residence of the Harmon family, the perfect home to start over.

“Alright girls, why don’t you head inside and pick out your bedrooms.” Says Vivian as she starts to gather her belongings.

The wooden floors creaked as Violet and I stepped through the threshold of the mansion. Walking up the grand staircase was like descending into the unknown yet familiar abyss. The smell of vinegar was overpowering to say the least, in an attempt to get away from it I stepped into the first room I could find.

It was a bedroom with cerulean colored walls, two windows next to each other and arcs decorating the ceiling. The room reminded me of my childhood, before my parent’s murder that is.

In 1994 both of my parents got invited to speak at a local high school. I was two years old when I received the news of my parents death. Turns out the day that they were visiting the school, some kid decided to play god. He shot and killed fifteen people that day, two of them being my parents.

Since Vivan knew my parents, she offered to adopt me. After a long plane ride from California to Massachusetts I finally met my step sister, Violet. During our childhood Vi and I got along quite well, but as high school came around we drifted apart.

Now because of Ben I was standing in a house a few blocks away from my family home. Finding out that you are moving to Los Angeles sounds like a dream right? Wrong, it felt more like a waking nightmare, but both Ben and Vivian were sure that this was the place to be.

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“So, is this the room that you picked?” Questions Violet as she enters the azule bedroom.

“Um yeah I guess so.. it has a nice atmosphere.” I answer while giving the room one last look.

After our short exchange both Violet and I head back downstairs to help our parents with the boxes. The movers arrived shortly after to move in our furniture and the heavier items. Overall the day seemed to be going quite well, peaceful even. That is until one of our neighbors decided to pay us an unexpected visit.

Turns out that said neighbour was a middle aged woman who lived in the house next to ours. She spent most of her visit talking to Vivian, but of course after a while she came around to greet the entire family. After a quick “hello” in Ben’s direction and a brisk conversation with Violet, it was my turn to meet the blonde woman.

“Saving the best for last I see… you must be YN. I’m Constance, I live next door.” Said the blonde as she made her way to where I was standing.

“Yes ma’am that’s me, it’s lovely to meet you.” I tried my best to sound as genuine as possible, but it was hard to deny that Constance gave me the creeps. Something about her just didn’t sit right with me.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes… and so well mannered.” Said Constance as she studied me for a few more moments before moving on. By the time she said her goodbyes to Ben and Vivian, I was already heading up the grand staircase.

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After a few more hours of unpacking, it was time to head off to bed. I grabbed my pajamas along with some hygiene products and headed off to the bathroom.

The cold water felt so refreshing against my flushed face, the LA heat was definitely no joke. As I continued splashing my face with the cooling liquid, I swear I felt a sudden gust of wind hit my bare legs.

Not bothering to wipe my face with the towel, I moved closer to the air conditioning duct. No matter how close my hand was to the vent, I couldn’t feel any of the frigid air from before. After a while I decided to forget about the incident and try to get some sleep.

My first night in the famous “Murder House” went by quickly and rather peacefully. For the first time in months I could truly say that I got a good night's rest. This was the first night in a long time that I didn’t have any nightmares, it felt as if someone scared them away.

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The following morning went by in a blurry haze, and before I knew it the time on the clock read four pm. I decided to head downstairs and make myself some chamomile tea. As I was waiting for the tea kettle I heard a light knock on the front door. When I opened it I was expecting to see Constance or maybe the mailman, however both of those guesses were wrong.

It was a boy around my age, if not a bit older, he had blonde curly hair and wore a 90’s style outfit.

“Hello, I’m Tate. I uh live next door.”

“I’m YN, come on in.” I responded as I moved out of the way so that he could get in the house.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” Tate commented on the decorations and furniture we put up the day prior.

“Oh um thanks, not to be rude but did you need something?” I questioned as the blonde looked at the picture frames hanging on the walls.

“Yeah actually here to see Ben Harmon.”

“You’re a patient of his?” I asked as my curiosity got the best of me.

Before Tate could answer, Ben came out of his office and introduced himself to the blonde. After a few minutes of small talk, Ben guided Tate towards the office and just like that both of them disappeared behind the closed doors.

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PS. Im going to be taking a break soon but I will be back here in a few weeks. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! <3

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sillyname30 · 3 days

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I didn’t notice the “available for purchase” part when I first saw the listing :( I wondered why they would photoshop out the work Very Gay Paint did but I guess that’s getting covered up before anyone tours the property. Their furniture and neon sign from their wedding is still there but I they probably had movers remove everything after it was staged. Maybe they came back over the summer because it would be their last time there. They’ll probably be in NYC for at least the school year, and the Tonys. If MHE does well he’ll probably be in at least until the fall of 2025.

I’ve had the same thought you mentioned. He seems to be focused on Broadway and music in general, almost all of his side projects are music related (along with the voice acting).

Also, he’s a wonderful actor, and I want to see him on TV again, but I think he eliminated a lot of possible roles when he decided to stop taking LGBTQ roles. He seems to have more opportunities in theater. Not that they won’t go back to LA, they wil, but maybe it won’t be their home base anymore.

I really like the work of Very Gay Paint. But I guess it makes it harder to sell or to find someone who wants to rent it.

Darren and Mia are pretty unpredictable, but it's save to say that they can't switch that much anymore between New York and Los Angeles now that they have kids.

The future will show if they will stay in New York with Darren doing Broadway or if a great role in a tv series will come along next year for the 2025/2026 season.

#darren criss

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mariacallous · 14 days

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The COVID-19 pandemic’s sudden onset in 2020 and its persistent impacts in ensuing years posed new challenges for large U.S. cities and metropolitan areas.

Some of the initial challenges were related to the specific nature of the coronavirus and public health responses. In March 2020, residents of cold, dense cities seemed at greater risk of contracting the airborne illness than those in more spread-out, temperate communities where people could spend time outside year-round.1 More persistent challenges are related to the rapid adoption of remote work technologies, which enable certain kinds of work to be done anywhere with a high-speed internet connection, and not necessarily in big-city downtowns dominated by what today are increasingly vacant office buildings.

In an increasingly hyper-polarized country, some of these dynamics intersected with partisan politics. Republican-led states such as Florida and Texas positioned themselves as refuges for movers seeking escape from “Covid lockdowns” in Democratic-led states. In response to these and other political factors, Elon Musk moved Tesla’s headquarters from Silicon Valley to Austin, Texas, and a prominent Chicago financier moved his hedge fund to Miami after his employees started working from a high-end hotel there during the height of the pandemic.

The housing market also played a role in fueling migration during this time. As more people worked from home, demand for homeownership rose, particularly for larger homes. For example, in San Diego County—which for many years had built little new housing—median home prices skyrocketed from $660,000 in January 2020 to $860,000 just two years later, according to Zillow. Prices also rose in more affordable, flexible markets, but much more modestly; in Houston over that same time, the median home price increased from $195,000 to $240,000.

My colleague William H. Frey was among the first to document significant migration away from big metro areas during the pandemic. His analysis of U.S. Census Bureau data showed accelerated domestic out-migration from large, coastal metro areas such as New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Boston, and Seattle between 2020 and 2021. Domestic in-migration, meanwhile, remained strong in Sun Belt metro areas such as Phoenix, Dallas, Tampa, Fla., San Antonio, and Raleigh, N.C. Frey’s subsequent analysis showed these trends moderated through 2022 and 2023 as the initial impacts of the pandemic subsided.

Even if they are temporary in some respects, these recent migration patterns could have lasting impacts. Richard Florida, for instance, points to the rise of “meta cities”—large U.S. metro areas distant from each other yet linked closely by the ties of remote work and Covid-era movers, such as New York and Miami (finance), the Bay Area and Austin (tech), and Los Angeles and Nashville, Tenn. (entertainment). The Economic Innovation Group chronicled a loss of high earners from major urban centers such as New York, San Francisco, and Washington, D.C. during the first two years of the pandemic. The home listing service Redfin, meanwhile, noted rising housing demand in affordable markets proximate to major metro areas (e.g., New Haven, Conn. outside New York; Richmond, Va. outside Washington, D.C.; Worcester, Mass. outside Boston), suggesting the growing prominence of hybrid (versus fully remote) work arrangements. How these dynamics play out could have significant implications for the economic and social health of cities, and for America’s urban hierarchy in the 21st century.

To better understand these dynamics, this report analyzes data from the Internal Revenue Service’s (IRS) Statistics of Income program on U.S. population migration at the county level. The data tracks individual income tax filers who changed addresses from one year to the next, and reports the number of tax filers moving between counties (a proxy for households), the number of personal exemptions among those filers (a proxy for individuals), and the total adjusted gross income reported on their returns (a proxy for household income). While the IRS migration data is only currently available through 2022 (versus 2023 in Census Bureau migration data), it has the advantages of tracking movements between specific counties and revealing something about the economic status of migrating households.2

This report uses the IRS county-level migration data to track movement before and after the pandemic’s onset among U.S. metropolitan areas, which are collections of counties that approximate regional economies and labor markets.3 The analysis assigns each county in the dataset to its corresponding metro area based on the latest Census Bureau metropolitan delineations.4 An important limitation of the IRS data is that it suppresses county-to-county flows of fewer than 20 tax filers to protect taxpayer privacy. In 2021-22, for instance, the data reflects a total of 7.6 million U.S. filers moving to metropolitan counties, with the source county indicated for 5.8 million of them. This means that the county-to-county data misses 1.8 million households (or 23% of all households) moving to metropolitan counties in 2021-22. Many of these households likely moved from small, non-metropolitan counties, but the flows among metro areas charted here inevitably miss moves occurring between smaller counties in metro areas of all sizes.

Despite this limitation, the IRS data is useful for answering basic questions about domestic migration and the possible impacts of the COVID-19 pandemic. Focusing on the nation’s metropolitan areas, this analysis specifically asks if and how the pandemic may have altered the:

Overall level of migration within and among metro areas

Key metropolitan origins and destinations of movers

Economic character of movers, and/or their sending/receiving communities

In general, the analysis confirms that the pandemic made an impact on metropolitan migration patterns, but also finds that these changes did not significantly alter the demographic or economic trajectory of metro regions. The analysis concludes with thoughts on the implications of these patterns as the economy returns to a “new normal” in the pandemic’s aftermath.

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past life reading: jacob elordi ✨

For a past life reading I first look toward a clients South Node placement. Jacob has his South Node in Pisces @ 23 Degrees, not only an Aquarius Degree, 23 Degrees brings about unexpected shifts and extreme dramatic changes. Then, I look toward their Nodal MC (In Jacob’s case) or IC line, paired with my intution I can pick up where this past life took place. I believe Jacob lived in Los Angeles, California during his most recent past life. *yes I'm on a Jacob Elordi kick lol*

The Piscean energy, known for its depth, intuition, and spiritual inclinations, resonates with the artistic and creative life he led in Los Angeles. It implies that Jacob's current life is a continuation of that journey, bringing forward lessons, talents, and unresolved quests. The unexpected shifts and dramatic changes he experiences, especially in high-profile relationships and his unique personal style, are echoes of the past. They are invitations to explore deeper layers of his soul, to understand the complexities of human relationships, and to embrace the artistic and intuitive gifts he has carried over from that past life.

I believe he was deeply rooted in the arts and culture scene of Los Angeles during The Golden Age of Hollywood (1920s-1950s). Not merely a spectator, but a creator, a mover in the vibrant world of creative expression. His career was marked by an innovative spirit, likely intertwined with the burgeoning film industry, which was flourishing in Los Angeles during this period. His work was more than a job; it was a calling, a way to leave an indelible mark on the world, merging artistic vision with the palpable energy of the city.

His face reflected determination and intelligence, with sharp, possibly deep-set eyes. These eyes, a dark hue, would have conveyed depth and insight. His eyebrows might have been prominent, lending an air of intensity to his expressions. His olive skin tone was influenced by a mix of ethnicities. He may have worn minimal jewelry, with a pocket watch being a very imporant staple in his every day life. His walk and posture likely exuded confidence and purpose, with a straight-backed, assertive manner of carrying himself.

However, there are a lot of set backs in his past life and a feeling of failure in his career. Confirmed by his South Node square his Midheaven. The early to mid-20th century was a time of significant social and cultural shifts. Adapting to these changes, especially in a diverse and dynamic city like Los Angeles, might not have always been easy. He could have found himself at odds with the evolving societal norms or struggled to find his place during times of change. Like many in the creative fields, financial stability might have been a challenge. There could have been periods of financial hardship, where sustaining his artistic endeavors or maintaining a certain lifestyle became difficult.

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Sliding Into Home ~ The Future is West

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

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Previous: It Doesn’t Stay in Vegas

Main Masterlist ~Sliding Into Home Masterlist

“Mary please!”

“No!”

“C’mon Nugget, we have to go.”

“NO! I don’t want to leave.” Sobs echoed through the door of the bathroom.

Frank groaned and hit his head on the door frame. The decision to move was not taken lightly but it was decided. “Mary, c’mon, please? I know it’ll be tough but it’s a new adventure.”

The silence now coming from the bathroom is louder than the screaming. Frank knew he would be lucky if she got in the car let alone leaving on time. He needed to finish packing up before the movers came but Mary refused to let him into the bathroom.

“Still not letting you in?” Frank turned to see his nanny, Scott, leaning on the hallway, popping his gum.

“No.”

“Told ya.”

“Yeah, I know. I know.” Frank rubbed his temples. “The movers will be here in an hour, I need to finish and then get us to the hotel before our flight tomorrow and she is being just like...”

“Your sister.” Scott smiled. “Let me handle this while you make sure the suitcases are in the car. I brought some stuff to help us relax after she goes to bed.” Scott squeezed Frank’s shoulder. “Its gonna be ok.”

“Thanks Scott.” Frank turned to leave him to it as he made his way to his bedroom. Scott Evans had been a godsend since the day he turned up for his interview for the nanny position. Mary took to him immediately and became a friend to Frank at a time when he had felt so lost. Bonus points that Scott was a man as well, as a female nanny would have just made the situation worse. Frank was grateful that Scott was ok with relocating his life five years later to stay with him and Mary with their move to Los Angeles.

Los Angeles. City of Angels, Hollywood, movie stars and his new team, the Dodgers.

After five successful years with the Red Soxes, Los Angeles offered a monster of a deal. Ten years, $106 million dollars and a change that was needed. Frank talked to Steve, Scott and Andy, his now closest friends, and made the decision to move. He needed a fresh start, a chance to move on after the shit show five years earlier.

He had heard that Abby had graduated from medical school last year. Well, he watched it from the shadows. He snuck in to watched the girl that he still loved accomplish her dream and graduate with top honors from Harvard University Medical School. However much Abby’s parents hated Frank for what he had done to their little girl, Frank insisted on paying for her schooling, keeping a promise he had made to her when he was drafted. He sent the money to her parents, and they made the payments.

But she had moved on, taking a medical residency outside of Boston for work. He didn’t know where, so he took the time to move when he had the chance. Maybe he could stop loving her, finally. Maybe he could find happiness.

He kept his promise to himself in that no other woman made a permanent place in their hearts. Sure, Frank kept the carnal needs to flings on the road, Friday night fucks away from home, away from Mary. She didn’t need the instability. She needed him to be present as she grew up. She was the only girl in his heart.

Apart from Abby.

He listened as Scott murmured to Mary, the door creak open and then Mary’s face peak into his room. Frank didn’t turn to face her, letting her get through her thoughts and emotions on her own, letting her decide when to speak. After a moment, she sniffled, and he turned. He watched as one solid tear ran down her cheek before he scooped her into his arms, and she cried. “I don’t want to leave.”

“I know Nugget. But I got traded and I can’t leave you behind. I love you so much that I would never leave you behind.”

She sobbed in his neck for a few more moments before he pulled her away. He inspected her blue eyes, eyes that had seen more than their fair share of heartbreak. “Is Scott going?” she asked again, needing to confirm that she was not losing everyone in her life.

Frank nodded. “Scott is moving with us. We have a big house now near the beach. There’s a room that has perfect light for my little artist with a balcony so she can set up her telescope and see the stars.”

Mary sighed and leaned back into him. “Ok,” she whispered.

“It's gonna be great, Nugget. You’ll see. I got you into the science school for next year and we have a pool so we can keep up with swimming and you can try out for the team. I promise you; we’ll be great in Los Angeles. Just you wait.”

A few hours later saw Mary pass out in bed while Scott brought out the whiskey bottle. He pours two fingers of the amber liquid and thrusted the tumbler into Frank’s hands. “Ready to leave Boston?”

“No.” Frank took a sip. “I feel like if I leave, I am giving up.”

“Giving up on what?”

“Whatever love Abby and I could still have.”

“She’s not even in Boston anymore.” She hasn’t been since May the year before. Its August. Fifteen months later and it still hurt him that she was gone

“I know. I understand it. But all of our memories are here.”

Fifteen Years Earlier...

Frank was sitting in chemistry class, doodling before class started. Mike was seated in the back, fucking teacher tried to seat everyone alphabetically but missed counted. Now Frank sat alone at the front of the class. The door opened but Frank didn’t acknowledge it. The next thing he heard was the teacher saying, you can have a seat next to Mr. Alder. His head snapped up as he saw a beautiful brunette walked towards him. She had the blackest hair he had ever seen with the most beautiful curls. As she walked closer, he couldn’t help but acknowledge her curves, but it was her eyes, deep brown with flecks of gold and green, that took him.

She studied him for a moment. “Hi. I’m Abby.”

Frank swallowed. “Hi, I’m Frank.”

“Is this seat taken?” She looked at his books spread out across the desk.

“Shit, sorry.” He gathered his stuff and stacked them in front of him. She giggled as she sat. Once the teacher reviewed the syllabus for the semester of chemistry, she set a simple worksheet for each set of lab partners. “So, I don’t think I’ve seen you in my classes before.”

“Oh, probably not.” She tucked a ringlet behind her ear. “I’m a freshman but I tested out of freshman and sophomore science.”

“Explains it. So you’re fourteen?”

“Just turned.” She kept her gaze down.

Frank studied her, noting the shyness in her face. “You look scared.”

“Upper classmen intimidated me a little.” She finally looked up at him. He could tell that she wasn’t comfortable with her intelligence just yet. She was shy, lost in the whirlwind of being set up in an advanced class.

“Well, stick with me and I’m make sure no one messes with you.”

“Why wouldn’t anyone bother you?”

“Because when you are a star athlete, no one messes with you.” Frank had just turned sixteen. A junior but the star first baseman for the school’s baseball team. He explained as much to her. “Friends with me and you’ll be going places.”

“You know, you’re a little cocky for being sixteen.”

“Have to be if I want to play professionally. So friends?” He stuck out his hand.

She took it with a beautiful smile. “Friends.”

Present...

As Frank, Mary and Scott made their way to LA, Frank couldn’t help but reflect on the memory. How stupid had he been to friend-zone himself that quickly. But, she had been a scared freshman, and chemistry was not the only upper-level class she been put in. She also had Trigonometry and English 3 as well, and Frank happened to be in all of those classes as well.

He had learned a lot about Abby. She had come from a big family of immigrants. She would be the first to go to college, her aspirations to be a doctor.

She made it, he thought as he studied the clouds in the sky. He did as well. He spent eight years with the Red Sox, the team he had cheered for as a boy. Moving away would be hard but a necessary change. He wanted to get away from all the bad memories he had there. Between his fuck ups with Abby and the shit show his sister and mother had put him through over Mary, being in Los Angeles made the most sense.

After landing, Frank found the car that the team sent to pick them up from the airport and take them to their new home. Frank had purchased new furniture so they wouldn’t have to ship all of their stuff from their old home. He had kept the home in Boston for when they visited friends for breaks and holidays. Christmas in Boston would still be a must and he wanted to make sure that those traditions would be kept on track.

The home was in Pacific Palisades, roughly an hour from the stadium but Frank wanted to have space away from the downtown area. The ocean views and gated community made the decision but what sold Frank was the space Mary would have to be herself. Her school was just a few minutes away, making it easy for Scott. No, it wasn’t Boston, but they could make it a home.

The next couple of days were filled with getting used to the area, finding their local grocery shops, restaurants, coffee shops and such, with the arrival of their things from the moving company. It was mostly boxes of their things, clothes, Frank’s beloved 1968 Camero, but one thing that was most important. It was the solid wood rocking chair from Mary’s room. Frank couldn’t bare to part with it. He bought it to rock a six-month-old Mary to sleep, read her stories when she was older, hold her as she dealt with her emotions. It was the only heirloom they had. He immediately set it up in her room, placing her beloved penguin, Max, on it.

On their fifth night in Los Angeles, Frank reminded Scott and Mary that he had a meeting with the team president, medical director and legal team, along with Andy and Steve, to sign his contract and fulfill his physical to start the season.

“Why do they make you take a physical?” Mary asked, shoving a fry into her mouth.

“To make sure I am healthy and in tip top shape,” Frank replied. “I should probably tell them I have a bad back from loading up your telescope into the truck. Thing weighs a ton.”

“You bought it for me so that’s your own fault,” she sasses back, making Scott snort. “You should have made Scott carry it if you are too... delicate.”

If Mary got anything from Frank, it was her ability to sass. Frank was a smartass, from diapers according to his mother. Frank rolled his eyes as Scott roared with laughter. “Shut up,” he groaned. “On another subject, since we have to head into the city, do you know what is near the stadium?”

“Parking lots?”

“Seriously, stop,” he grumbled. “No, we are close to that Funko store.”

Mary’s eyes lit up. “Really? Can we go?”

Scott laughed, “I don’t know, you’ve been sassing him pretty hard there Nug.”

“Please? Pretty please?” Mary used her one weapon at him: those damm blue eyes.

“Fine, I guess,” Frank said with a sigh, hiding his smile. It was always his intention to take her. “Scott is going to take you to get breakfast and then a haircut while I am in my meeting and then we will go.”

“Thank you, Frank!” She ran over to hug her uncle.

“Welcome Nugget. Now finish up, you can read for an hour before bed.”

The next morning, Frank was looking at a Los Angeles icon, Dodger Stadium. It was his new home, his new team and hopefully his new life. He asked a security guard where to go and was met at the door by an assistant. She was a shameless flirt, commenting on Frank’s forearms and his tattoos, cooing about how good of a player he is. There was zero chance of Frank being interested. His Friday Night adventures were reserved for road trips only. His one-night stands worked out just fine, in his opinion.

As he was guided into the conference room, Frank was met with the president of operations, Nick Stanton. “Mr. Stanton.”

“Frank! Good to see you again.” He shakes hands with Frank. “We’re waiting for everyone so can I offer you a drink?” He gestures to Frank to sit at the table.

“Just a cola, thanks.” Frank took the seat next to the head of the table.

“How was the move?”

“Smoother than I thought it would be. Mary, my niece, threw a couple of tantrums but between me and my nanny, we managed to get her here.”

“Nanny?”

“Oh yeah, Scott, he’s great. He was willing to move with us, which is great since Mary seems to only listen to him.” Frank chuckles. “Who would listen to your uncle/pseudo father?”

“I remember that story,” Nick replies. “You are brave to take on a baby right after bring drafted.”

Frank shrugged. “Its not that big of a deal. You would do anything for family, especially Mary.”

More voices float towards the conference room and Frank stands as he sees his agent and lawyer walk in and shake his hand. Then the general manager for the Dodgers comes in, making small talk with Frank.

“Ok, I think we are just missing the team doctor and our legal team,” Nick tells everyone. “Its not Natasha, she’s busy with another client. She’s sending in their new associate.”

Frank just nods as the GM goes over the training schedule and when he would meet the team. The conference room door opens and another couple enters the room. Frank turns to see and his stomach drops. He feels himself become clammy and pale. Because this shouldn’t be happening.

He’s not supposed to be here.

Fuck.

He looks at the brunette that walked in with him.

And she’s definitely not supposed to be here.

What the FUCK!

Abby Hernandez walked into the room.

Holding Mike Weiss’s hand.

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Behind The Scenes - Chapter 11: Saying Goodbye

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July 14, 2008

Steven was at Lucas’ house, it was the last time that they were going to see each other, well. When Steven visits in August. The boy watched as the movers and his parents were carrying boxes to the moving truck.

Lucas walked towards Steven with a sad expression on his face. He was also sad, he and Steven had been un, and now. They were going to be separated from each other. But… Steven was happy for his dad. He broke the silence. “Did you find out where your dad works, like for what show?” he asked.

Lucas looked at the pavement, then back at Steven. He doesn’t know, maybe his father had told him but he forgot. Steven hugs his friend, and Lucas hugs him back. They didn’t want to let go. Steven then let go and looked at his mom

“Hey, baby,” Jasmine said in a motherly voice. “When you guys get to Los Angeles. Could you stop by our house? I sent the address to your parents.” she said. Steven nods sadly.

“I’ll miss you guys…” Steven said.

“I know you will, baby. But you will be in LA next month. For your birthday, won’t you?” Jasmine asked. Steven nodded and looked at the movers.

“Alright, Mr and Mrs. Carmichael. You're all set, we’ll drive the truck to your new house up in Los Angeles.” the first man said.

“Thank you, Lance. Rigby.” Chris thanked the movers. Then, Rose drove up and rolled down the window.

“Hi. Chris, Jasmine!” Rose said waving. Jasmine walked over to her.

“Jasmine! Have you seen Dia — Never mind. I found her, she was in the house!”

Rose looked at her friend and sighed while she held the wheel. “Well. This is it… You're moving out of Delaware.” she said.

“I know… But, Chris had to take this opportunity.”

“What show is he working for?”

“The Garfield Show, he’s working as a props designer.”

“Oh, I heard Jim Davis is the creator of the show,” she said.

“I know! It’s so cool! I want to meet Garfield!” Jasmine told her excitedly.

“And Lucas wants to meet the other characters at the Cartoon Network lot.”

“If he meets the PowerPuff Girls, ask him to take a picture with them! I can meet them next month when we go to LA.” Jasmine smiled and nods.

“I think that won’t be a problem. I can do that.” Jasmine said, Rose stepped out of the van and hugged her.

“We are going to miss you, Jazz. Good luck out there in Los Angeles, we’ll visit soon,” she said.

Jasmine smiled and nodded. “Okay, we have to get going….”

“Call me when you get to LA!” she said, as she saw a taxi pull up. Jasmine and Chris went in. Lucas was hugging Steven.

“Oh, yeah, Steven. I want to give you something.” Lucas pulls it out of his pocket.

He pulls out a colorful braided bracelet, it is uniquely crafted with vibrant colors. This bracelet features letter beads that spell out Lucas’ name and in between his name are two yellow stars at the start and end.

The bracelet appears to be handcrafted with care, showcasing attention to detail in color coordination and bead placement. The overall aesthetic is vibrant and personalized, making the bracelet unique and meaningful.

Steven hugged him and showed his mom so she could tie it for him. “Mom! look what Lucas gave me!”

Rose gasped and looked at it with stars in her eyes.

“That's beautiful, Steven!” Rose smiled, and she helped him put it on. Steven got into the van and they drove off, Steven looked behind him as tears welled up in his eyes, he wiped them with the back of his hand, sat forward, and sighed.

“Do you want to go for ice cream?” Rose asked, Steven nodded. Rose knew that his son wasn’t okay. Maybe this will make him feel better, she thought to herself.

They drove to the ice cream store and went in. Rose walked up, Steven was standing near her leg. She knelt at his level.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“Strawberry and Reecee’s,” he said, already knowing what he wanted. Rose nods and orders for both of them. Steven got his ice cream and sat next to his mom.

“Thanks for doing this, Mom. I hope this will make me feel better.”

“Steven… We are going to California for your birthday.” Rose said. Steven smiled and nodded.

“Can we go a week early, I want to see everyone.” Rose smiled and nodded. “We can, I can talk to your dad about it too.” Steven hugs his mother. Rose hugs him back. He smells his mom’s perfume that she wore.

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Rose opened the door to the beach house, and Steven followed behind her. Greg sat on the couch, strumming his electric guitar, he wore a pair of cargo shorts and his work shirt that was tie-dye and said 'The House Of Guitars, inc.’ with a curricular picture of the store.

“Hey, guys!” Greg said, Rose smiled and kissed her husband. He smiled and pulled away. “How was it?”

“Well, they left. Steven and I got ice cream to make him feel better. Oh yeah, Greg. I promised Seven that we could go to Los Angeles a week early so he can see Lucas.”

“No problem, Rose.” he had a smile on his face and they kissed each other.

Steven came down an hour later with his swimsuit on, he was going surfing. Rose put on sunblock on him, putting it on everywhere but his gem.

Steven grabbed his surfboard and went into the water. Greg and Rose both sat on the sand and watched his son surf.

Greg and Rose put their son to bed, Rose kissed him on the cheek and then went to their room.

They were in bed a few minutes later, Rose kissed Greg on the cheek.

“I love you, Greg.”

“I love you too, Rose.” they got under the covers and went to sleep.

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The next day, Rose was texting Pearl that they were coming to LA on August eighth, instead of their original plan.

Greg sat by her as she did her thing.

“Okay, I texted her. I don’t know if she is going to get it now. She’s at work now.”

Greg nods, Pearl tells him that she works as a high school teacher in LA. So, she won’t get the text maybe at lunch.

Rose set her phone down and they went to the beach.

Steven was swimming on the beach, Greg was sitting on the sand and Rose was in the water with Steven. Steven was racing his mom in the salty water. Then Rose felt something in the water, Rose knew what that was. She grabbed Steven and pulled her son close to her as the water was being pulled.

“Mom? What’s happening?” he asked.

“Oh. Don’t worry about it, Steven. It’s probably nothing.”

“Rose, Steven!” Greg called out, He saw that the water from the shore was moving farther away from them.

“GUYS GET OUT OF THE WATER!” Greg yelled.

Rose got out, and Steven was trying to swim to safety, Rose ran out to get him but it was too late… The water was rising.

It was a tsunami.

It all happened so fast… It came crashing down, Causing Steven to hit his head on the sand and blackout.

“STEVEN!” Greg and Rose both screamed.

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A\N: CLIFFHANGER! hi guys, I’m very happy that I’m still doing this for you guys. Stay tuned for the next chapter! bye. And don’t forget to review!

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Art in the Stations: Cadillac Center

This past week I visited the Bricktown Station for the first time and picked up a brochure about the art in each of the thirteen Detroit People Mover stations. Each feature their own unique artwork, created by nineteen different artists from Michigan.

I decided to visit each station and share the art and stories behind each piece of work.

Starting with Cadillac Center, I enjoyed the colorful Pewabic Pottery arches greeting me inside the stairs of the platform. Originally fired for Strohs Brewery in 1955, the tiles were left unused.

The unique tiles were later used to create this mural designed by Diana Kulisek to represent the workers of Detroit.

The bronze plaque of Marie-Therese Guyon Cadillac is a loan from the Detroit Institute of Arts and depicts her entering Detroit on a canoe from Quebec. Known as the First Lady of Detroit, Madame Cadillac was a French-Canadian-American Pioneer who married Antoine de la Mothe Cadillac at age 17.

Dated 1903, the plaque was created by Carlos Romanelli. Romanelli was an Italian sculptor who moved to Detroit in the 1920s from Los Angeles. His work also includes La Pieta at the entrance of Mt. Elliott Cemetery in Detroit.

The Cadillac Center art is titled "In Honor of Mary Chase Stratton," the co-founder of Pewabic Pottery.

Stay tuned for a new post each day on each station!

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The Catholic Cult of Saints – How is this still Monotheism?

After my previous text, which analyzed the Holy Trinity and explained how this concept can still be considered an element of a monotheistic religion, I decided to focus on analyzing the cult of Saints in the Catholic Church in a similar way. Incidentally, unlike previous posts on this blog, I decided to write this essay in my native Polish language and then ask artificial intelligence to translate it.

I personally consider the idea of Saints to be one of the best elements of the Christian religion. Contrary to the accusations from Protestants and other Abrahamic religions, it is consistent with monotheism and what is contained in the Holy Scriptures. Moreover, it shows how great and special a role God has for us. As I wrote in my original essay, God wants to elevate us above angels and seat us on thrones next to Jesus. Saints are supposed to be, according to the opinion of the Church that recognizes them, examples of individuals who in their lifetime deserved this honor. They are not people who only received eternal life, but those who, along with Jesus, will judge human souls and angels (1st Cor 6:2-3).

If I have anything to criticize the Catholic Church for, it is only that they do not promote the idea of Saints, their role in the Kingdom of Heaven, and improperly distinguish Eternal Life from Sanctity. They interpret the conversation of Jesus with the rich young man as though the rich young man did not achieve Salvation, even though he did not need it. The rich young man fulfilled the Law and did not commit any sin that Jesus could point out. The rich young man merely squandered his chance to become a Saint because he did not follow Jesus. If he had done so, he would have joined the Apostles, to whom Jesus soon afterward promised thrones in exchange for following Him (Mt 19:27-28).

So much briefly in terms of reminding about what I have already written. In this text, I will take a closer look at the idea of Saints, present why it is consistent with the idea of monotheism, why it is consistent with the Old Testament, and present quotes by Jesus that support this idea. To start, I will begin by showing the difference between monotheism and polytheism.

You can either have the First Mover or the Primar Chaos

I previously discussed the differences between monotheism and polytheism when I wrote about the Holy Trinity. Polytheism presents gods as eternal aristocrats among whom power over various aspects of creation is divided. Some are gods of thunder, others of the sun, and others of childbirth. One might be the patron of Athens, another of Sparta. There might be a specific hierarchy with a supreme god who acts like a king, but even he does not rule everything and can be overthrown. From a practical standpoint, having different gods allows people to claim that they have gods who favor them, justifying their power, as well as gods who are offended by them, explaining their failures. Such was the case with Odysseus, who still considered himself a worthy chosen of Athena, while blaming the whims of Poseidon for the loss of all his crew members.

In monotheism, there is only one God. This one God created everything and governs every aspect of creation. He has done so from the beginning and will continue forever and ever, amen. One thing I did not demonstrate in the previous text is that a common element in polytheism is the Creation Myth containing the concept of primal chaos, which existed before the gods themselves. From this chaos emerged Gaia and other Greek titans, or Ra. In Norse mythology, instead of chaos, there is the realm of Muspelheim, from whose sparks planets, comets, and stars were formed. There resides Surtur, who will eventually kill all the gods and burn the whole world.

The idea of chaos suggests that the creation of the world was due to a primal, wild, and untamed force. That's why authority over creation is divided among various gods, and why gods can lose their position. The world arose from disorder and will return to disorder, and the current order is owed solely to the currently reigning gods, whose authority we are obliged to uphold. Similarly, ancient kings argued their rule, claiming that despite their tyranny, it was better than allowing anarchy. Therefore, we were obliged to be loyal to them.

In summary, polytheism did not claim that the gods created the world, but that they were the ones who currently held divided authority over it. And it was better for us that this order persisted. Monotheism, however, asserts that everything originated from one God. This God is omnipotent and has authority over everything. And if anyone has any authority, it is only by God's permission. Sins can only be forgiven in the name of God, just as miracles can only be performed for the same reason. God is the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. The world is not destined to turn into chaos, for it did not arise from chaos, but from God.

Therefore, the idea of Saints and their veneration is not inconsistent with monotheism. God allows them to sit beside Him on thrones. God grants them His authority. God determines the honor and glory the Saints deserve. God decides this. And the highest honor and glory still remain with the one God, forever and ever, amen.

No one who recognizes the cult of the Saints diminishes God, but rather demonstrates His greatness and generosity. Whatever the Saints do, even if it involves judging souls and angels, it happens with God's permission. Therefore, one cannot speak of deviating from monotheism if God still remains the supreme authority, the ultimate cause of everything, the ultimate judge, and the ultimate Lord. No Christian offers sacrifices to any Saint, but only to God alone. And although the Catholic Church permits prayers addressed to Saints, these are always prayers for their intercession with God. After all, God would not grant them His authority without considering their opinions. God, who is believed to be infallible, would not do so to elevate just anyone without good reason.

And therefore, the Catholic Church, despite all criticism, is right in recognizing the cult of the Saints and calling its religion monotheistic. Moreover, the criticism that the idea of Saints is merely a Christian invention is also unfounded.

The Job’s precedence

If we consider Saints as people bestowed by God with the authority to judge other souls, this concept is not at all new in the Holy Scripture. It is, in fact, present from the time of the Book of Job.

The Book of Job is one of the most important books of the Old Testament, whose groundbreaking nature is underappreciated. The significance of the Book of Job stems from two elements. First, Job deconstructs the pagan idea of material prosperity as a testament to holiness and having support from the Heavens. Second, Job is the first Biblical man to whom God granted His authority in judging souls and forgiving sins.

Let's summarize the story of Job. After roaming the Earth, Satan visits God, who points to Job as an example of His good servant. Satan questions whether Job deserved to be called a good servant, considering his life blessed only by good fortune. He proposes to take away all of Job's wealth and children, claiming that after this, Job will start cursing God. God allows Satan to act but forbids him from harming Job himself. When this does not work and the desperate Job, contrary to his own wife's urging, does not curse God after his loss, Satan claims that Job will start cursing God as soon as he personally experiences suffering. God again allows Satan to act but forbids him from taking Job’s life. Satan inflicts disease upon Job. Job's so-called friends see his loss and condition and begin telling him that his fate indicates his guilt towards God, which he should confess. Job insists on his innocence and, although he laments his undeserved fate, he never curses God. God appears and tells Job that he knows too little about God's work to claim whether his fate is good or bad. After this, God heals Job, makes him twice as wealthy as before, and gives him the same number of children as before. He also informs Job's so-called friends that they have been spouting nonsense about God, so now they must beg His good servant Job to pray to God for the forgiveness of their sins.

As I have said in my previous texts, the fundamental role of all pagan religion was to justify royal power. The king was not just anyone who had seized power and wealth; he was anointed by the gods, with a mandate from the Heavens, closer to the gods than any other mortal. The king was a holy person, and his power and wealth were testimonies to his holiness. If he was not to be rich and powerful, the gods would not have allowed it. And since the gods allowed the king to be rich and powerful, all his subjects had the duty to recognize the king as their superior. Similarly, if someone is wealthy, they must also be blessed. And the poor and sick have been abandoned by the gods. If that were not the case, why would they not live well? This was precisely the pagan belief about religion. Even in contemporary pagan religions, people believe in reincarnation and that being good in a previous life decided whether you were born into a wealthy home.

The Book of Job counters this belief. Initially, Satan shows that one cannot claim to be a good servant of God if one has only had an easy life. God does not deny this. He admits that Job must be tested. Moreover, let’s note the reaction of Job's friends, who were convinced that God sends misfortunes only for sins. They lacked compassion towards their own friend, even tormenting him with urgings to admit to the guilt he must have had. None did anything to alleviate his plight. The Book of Job demonstrates that associating happiness with God’s support is not correct and additionally leads to the degradation and desensitization of people. After all, why should anyone help someone in misfortune if they believe that it was brought upon by God because of the sins of the unfortunate? That’s why God deems such talk as sinful in itself and condemns Job’s “friends”. Note that nowhere is it written that Job’s wife, who in her despair urged Job to curse God, was considered sinful.

But why did Satan set his sights on Job? Why did God consider the status of His good servant so important that it required such a dramatic test? What could Job gain or lose depending on the outcome of this test? Note what happens at the beginning and the end of the Book. In the beginning, Satan performs mental gymnastics to get God's permission to harm Job, which Satan could do only with God's permission and within His defined limits. Satan, clearly hating humanity, is kept on a short leash by God. Satan cannot torment people without permission and can only discuss the matter of God’s Judgement. Satan cannot decide for God whether a man will become a Saint or whether his sins will be forgiven. And, in the end, Job receives from God the authority to decide whether his friends' sins will be forgiven.

God marked Job as a Saint during his lifetime because Job was truly and evidently His good servant. Job received from God greater power than Satan could ever have, even temporarily. And that is why Satan hates humanity – because we are given the chance to be elevated above all angels and co-rule with God over all creation.

And that is why the Catholic Church rightly recognizes that we should acknowledge Saints and ask for their intercession with God, just as Job’s friends were to ask for his intercession. One can debate whether the Church infallibly identifies Saints, but one cannot deny its Biblically justified reason in proclaiming the very idea of Saints.

A couple more lines from the Christ

I already discussed Mt 19:27-28, where Jesus promises thrones to those who follow Him. Similarly, He speaks of thrones in Lk 22:29-32, also mentioning Satan, who, as in the case of Job, demanded to test the Apostles.

In Jn 17:20-23, Jesus prays to God that the Apostles may be one with God, as Christ is one with Him. This underscores God's and Christ’s aim for man to become a participant in Divine glory. Of course, all Divine glory comes solely from God, as does all Divine authority. However, if God makes man a participant in His glory and His authority, then man also becomes a participant in Divine worship. This justifies the veneration of saints, allowing and making it appropriate to address prayers to them as well. I am not talking, of course, about equating the Saints with God Himself, nor about enabling them to replace God. The fullness of authority, glory, and worship, regardless of its sharing, always belongs wholly to God Himself. Therefore, proper prayers directed to the Saints recognize the primacy of God and are always requests for their intercession with God.

In Lk 20:38-39, Jesus says that God is the God of the living, not the dead. When it is said that God is the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob are not considered dead, but living. Therefore, the Saints are also recognized as living and capable of offering their intercession with God.

In summary, in monotheism, it is recognized that the fullness of glory, authority, and worship belongs to the One God, and everything is His creation. In polytheism, there are many gods who are not eternal and can lose their position in a world born out of some form of primordial chaos, which will turn back into chaos. The idea of Saints is not contrary to monotheism, because it still recognizes the primacy of God, who shares His glory, authority, and worship with worthy people. An Old Testament example of a Saint is Job, who, for his obedience, received from God authority regarding the forgiveness of sins of his unkind friends. Satan is the enemy of mankind because he does not want God to elevate us above him and other angels. God is the God of the living, so the Saints are still alive, and one can pray to them for intercession with God. The idea of Saints is one of the best ideas in Christianity because it shows that man, and only man, is given an opportunity for the greatest honor in all of Creation.

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Twin peaks of boxes sit in an entryway. One grows larger as discarded cardboard, sliced through with mechanical precision, is piled atop it; the other shrinks as the yet sealed vessels are pulled from its slopes. In the valley between them sits a blonde woman, silently going about her work as a sing-song hum carries from the shallow depths of the Los Angeles two-bedroom apartment. The rhythm of her task unconsciously steps into time with the rhythm of the music as her mind automates the labor and her thoughts become free to wander. They move to thinking, as they often have in recent times, on the truly cosmic good fortune she’s found herself in. That she, who had made so many mistakes in so many different ways with the songstress of the tune, would ever get to come home to listen every day to verses of growth and better times… Well, if it’s more than she deserves, she’s not about to confess her unworthiness to whatever deity oversees such things.

The scar that’s adorned the right side of her face for over a decade now creases as she smiles to herself, her head tilting left and right to the rise and fall of the song, until she pulls a box from the mountain to her right. The smile tenses as, in her state of melodic reverie, she yanks a box from the center of the mass without thinking and watches the mover’s mountain wobble over her, threatening disaster. The smile falters, then fades completely as the threat becomes a promise, replaced with a look of indignation at the universe daring to punish her carelessness, as the stack collapses inwards onto itself and then over onto her, burying its would-be dismantler beneath a wave of packaged paraphernalia and ‘ This end up ’ tape.

She lays there, hands sticking out of the pile into open air, like a victim of a landslide who had just barely fallen short of safety while the rest of her sits mildly battered at worst from the actual impacts. The embarrassment of the ordeal does more to account for her immobility than the actual weight atop her, until socked footsteps slide to a stop in the tiled hallway.

“You okay, dude?” A voice, still light with the airiness of song, calls down to her from above her packaged predicament.

Even with her eyes barricaded by boxes, the blonde can still make out by tone alone the soft sigh of sweet concern; though even louder to her is the smirk its owner must be wearing, and the blonde can’t keep a defensive tone from her reply.

“I’m fine, just got betrayed by physics,” she mutters, the sound muffling as it moves through the horrendous acoustics of piled cardboard cuboids. A high-pitched titter is all the response she gets, muffled as well by its maker covering her mouth in a small but appreciated attempt to save what remains of the stuck woman’s pride. Some golden strands of hair silhouetted by the dark tiles of the entryway flooring and a pair of hands are all that the rescuer can see of the woman on the floor as she continues to barely restrain her laughter.

“Yeah yeah, very funny,” the loosely entrapped woman bemoans, despite the smile that’s returned to her face, brought about by the familiar laugh of her new flat-mate. “Pull me out please?” She asks, making little grabby motions with her hands as they stick out from her prison.

"Sure,” the free woman squats down, mirth subsiding at last, and grabs the proffered hands. She makes no effort to point out that her oft gym-bound companion would have no trouble escaping by her own means as she clasps calloused hands and counts down. “Three… Two… One…” A single strong yank and boxes tumble to both sides as Sasha Waybright slides out from beneath them, coming to a rest beneath the still smirking visage of Anne Boonchuy. “Saved your life,” Anne teases as she boops Sasha’s nose.

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Rather Die | Chapter 7

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After a long work week, it's finally the weekend. Victoria is back at the apartment she once shared with Eliana. She's finally moving out and moving in with Mila.

Ashton is at the apartment to be an extra hand to help Vic pack the rest of her stuff and to help the movers.

"So, this is really it, huh? You're moving out?" Eliana asks, sniffling.

"Yep. It's been the plan for like a couple weeks now." Victoria responds.

"So, you're not even going to give me a second chance? I thought we were just going to have a break & then be okay." Eliana starts whining with a fake cry.

"Eliana, seriously? Why would I give you a second chance? It sure as hell wasn't seeming like you wanted a second chance as you immediately hooked up with and started dating Austin after our fight and then was a complete total bitch to me on the set that you shouldn't have been on."

"I-I don't know. I'm sorry." she continues to fake cry.

"Oh my god, Eliana. Stop with the fake crying."

"I'm not faking it! I can't believe you're leaving me!'

"Well, believe it."

"I also can't believe you'd bring my ex here to help you! What kind of friend does that?!"

"Were not friends anymore, Eliana. But me & Ashton are, and I needed his help."

"Why? Because my replacement couldn't help you?"

"Mila?"

"Yeah." Eliana fake cries, again.

"Oh my god, will you just shut up? And no, Mila couldn't help me because she's making sure that everything is ready for me to move in, and she needs to be there when the movers get there."

Keeping up the act, "I can't believe you're replacing me!"

"Eliana, for the LOVE of God, please stop. I know you're just trying to manipulate me into feeling bad for you so I will apologize and for everything to be all dandy again, but it's not going to work."

Ashton steps in, "Yeah, quit the act, Eli. It's not going to work."

"Seriously. Take your fake ass crying to your boyfriend." Vic says.

"Fine. I will take my REAL TEARS to my boyfriend. The only person who cares about me, apparently."

Eliana storms out of the apartment.

"God, she's so dramatic." says Victoria.

"Legit. I don't even know how I dated her for so long." Ashton says. "But all your furniture is on the truck now. Just these boxes left?"

"Yep. Just packed the last one."

"Got it."

Victoria takes one last look around the room as the movers are taking out the last of her things. A tear falls from her eye, remembering all the good times that she had in this room. It's bittersweet, but it's what she needs to do.

She walks downstairs and gives the apartment one last glance. More tears shed from her eyes. Victoria removes her apartment key from her key ring that includes her car key, and a Los Angeles keychain Eliana got her years ago when they were still long distance. She removes the keychain as well and sets both down on the kitchen counter.

It's a painful thing for Victoria to do. She never thought she'd be leaving this apartment so soon. She never thought her best friend would ever do her so wrong.

Victoria takes a deep breath & reminds herself that everything happens for a reason, and that this will all be for the best.

She walks out of the apartment with her head held high, leaving the toxicity of that place and heads towards her fresh new start.

Thankfully, Mila's apartment is only a 10 minute drive & they can move everything in one go.

Ashton meets her at Mila's building to help carry in boxes as the movers bring in the furniture.

"Welcome to my little cozy casa, as I like to say!" Mila says opening the door for Vic & Ash.

"Hi! Thanks again for letting me live with you! Where should I put the boxes?" Victoria asks.

"You can set them in the living room for now, so they'll be out of the way for your furniture to be put in your room."

"Perfect."

Everyone continues to do their part of the moving in until everything was brought in.

"Well, that's the last of it. Want me to stick around to help you unpack?" Ashton asks Victoria.

"No, that's okay. I think Mila & I can handle it."

"Okay. Let me know if you need anything." Ash steps closer to Vic, looking at her lips and back into her eyes.

"Thanks, I-I will." Victoria notices his eye movements, and does the same to him.

Ashton goes in for it & kisses Victoria.

"I'm- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have." he says.

"No, it's okay. I, um, I didn't mind."

"Okay. Um, I'll see you later." he says as he starts to walk off.

"Wait, Ash?" Vic stops him. She kisses him this time before he leaves. "Thanks for letting me stay with you the past couple weeks. I really appreciated it."

"No problem, Vic. Anytime."

As soon as Ashton leaves, "You did not just kiss him!!" Mila says.

"I did. I have been kind of feeling things for him since spending more time together. Seems like he's feeling things too."

"You think he'll ask you out?"

"Maybe. Who knows."

"You're not just doing this to get back at Eliana, are you?"

"Noooo. I wouldn't. I'm not that petty like she is."

"Good, good."

"I just need her to stay the fuck away from me."

"Good luck with that. Hopefully Austin can keep her away from set."

"Right? I already hate the fact that I'm stuck doing this movie with him. I dont need to be seeing her there too."

"If it gets to really be a problem, talk to Anna & Sarah about it."

"Oh you know I will."

"So, I was thinking, we can get some unpacking done & then we can head to the grocery store, as I need to go shopping and I want you to be able to get stuff you'd like."

"Sounds like a plan."

The girls go into Victoria's room & start unpacking the boxes.

"Oh, what's this?" Mila picks up a book and something falls out if it. "Elvis movie premier ticket?"

"Oh, yeah. That's my journal slash diary. I save little memory things like that and add them to my journal entries. That must have not been taped in good enough. Honestly you can toss the ticket."

"Are you sure? I mean, I know you're mad at Austin but it's still a memory that youd look back on one day, ya know?"

"I'm sure. I don't need anything extra from that asshole."

"Alright."

Something in her gut was telling Mila to not toss it and to save it. She sneaked it into the back of the journal and continued to unpack things.

"I really should have gone through my clothes while I was packing to donate. I have so much." Victoria complains.

"Hey, I'll take donations." Mila says.

"Baby, your so little. I feel like my stuff might be too big."

"I may be little, but ya girl has tits. I think I could manage."

"Well, feel free to go through my pile of stuff I'm getting rid of. Whatever you don't take, I'll drop off to Salvation Army."

"Deal."

After they get a good majority of the boxes done, they headed off to the grocery store.

"How do you feel about bacon?" Victoria asks Mila.

"Love. It's so good." Mila responds.

"Thank god. I could never have it if Eliana was around. She would be like "Oh my god, ew. I can't believe you like it and smells so gross."

Before Mila could respond, "Talking shit about my girlfriend again, Vic?" Austin asks he runs into them.

"God, can I go anywhere with out you being there?" Victoria asks him.

"Guess not. Eliana came crying to me today because you were being a bitch to her."

"I wasn't. She was literally being an annoying, manipulative, whiny, drama queen. All like "I can't believe you're leaving me." She said in a mocking tone.

"Yeah, she thought you guys would make up."

"Yeah, no. That's not happening. You can deal with her now & all her neediness. Now if you'll excuse us, we have some shopping to do."

"Don't forget to get your chill pills." he says as walks away.

"My what??"

"You heard me!"

"He said chill pills right?" Vic confirms with Mila.

"Yeah. He did."

"He's so annoying, I swear to God. His girlfriend is the one who needs the chill pills."

"From what I've heard and seen on set, yeah."

The girls finish up their shopping trip & head back home.

By the time everything was done for the day, it was dinner time. They decided on a frozen California Kitchen pizza for dinner as they're both exhausted from a long day.

They get comfy in the living room with their pizza & turn on the TV.

"In other news, 'Elvis' star Austin Butler was seen having some major PDA with model, Eliana Hernandez. Seems like she has broken up with & moved on from lead singer of the band The Drivers, Ashton Pierce." the main guy from TMZ reports as soon as the TV is turned on.

"Can I catch a break?" Victoria complains.

"Want me to change it?" Mila asks.

"Please."

"What shows are you into?"

"Let's see, I love Friends, those sappy dramas on Freeform, umm what else..."

"I also love those. Wanna do Switched at Birth? Wait no, Austin's in that."

"Oh yeah. We can just do Friends."

"Perfect."

Later on that night, Victoria gets a text from Ashton.

"Hey! I really enjoyed those kisses earlier. Maybe we could do some more of that and go on a date?"

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The ghost lore, my depiction. This follows headcannons of my own, inspirations I’ve found or put together myself. 98.27 of this is cannon besides my OC Elizabeth. Coming up after this is Prime Mover Project lore which will go into how each Emeritus was raised and why they have the movers they do. It will also go into how I have the project work. Prime mover project will also follow My OC Bo, And Elizabeth. Please enjoy the newly reformed lore in it’s entirety.

THIS PEICE OF WRITING HAS STRONG MENTIONS OF DEATH, CHILD ABANDONMENT, UNWANTED SEXUAL ADVANCES, AND SUICIDE. DO NOT READ IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU.

Sister Imperator has known Papa Nihil since they were kids. Nihil was in line to be Papa Emeritus, and he was more than excited. He would be able to live the party life he always dreamed of, to lead beyond his father’s expectations.

Sister Imperator was the one to elect Nihil as Papa 0 (Dance Macabre). She gave him the signature eye with a punch to the face. He didn’t mind, as he thought she knew what was best for him. They married happily, and during that time, Impera found out she couldn’t have children.

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Impera begged for a child, any child as long as she may bare it, and have it as her own, raised in the ministry. Satanas said that he would grant her her wish, so may she give him a goat's VERY first kin, fresh out of the womb as an offering and sacrifice. Impera was skittish at first. But Elizabeth said that she has time before a decision had to be made.

It was the Summer of 1969, And Impera went on with the ritual. It was a quiet ritual between Imperator, Elizabeth and Satanas himself. Impera had done what was required of her, and her lord said to wait, and results will show eventually. Impera felt for the goat who lost her kin. a small animal suffering in turn to have her child, was a sacrifice worth having her own. When she went home that night, she told Nihil she would accompany him on tour, and he couldn’t have been more excited.

Papa Nihil's last stop on tour was a small bar and restaurant called Whiskey a Go-Go. He had been acting a bit strange, but Impera assumed it was the stress of the tour and being exhausted. After their last show they were going to head back to the tour bus and head to the airport, but instead nihil indulged and kissed two women after the show. Sister was infuriated, and left him in Los Angeles at Whiskey a Go-Go.

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Nihil within the next few months would attempt to care for a soiled marriage, but being Papa was taken from him. Ghost was put on pause because there was nobody to take his place. He had no brothers, or progeny to keep the band going. So in the meanwhile, Sister Elizabeth, Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil would lead their small clergy back in Sweden.

The women had called Nihil, and told him the news. One woman was pregnant with Twins, and a few months later another called him and told him she was with child. Nihil kept this a secret, because he didn’t want Impera to fight with him all over again. He also thought he wouldn’t see hide or hair of the children. Nihil was shunned by Imperator. They decided to divorce, after Nihil realized how unhappy Impera was.

Nearly a year and a half later a woman came to the Abbey they lived in, and dropped off Nihils first successors. They just so happened to be boys, twin boys. Their names were Primo, and Secundo. Nihil took them in knowing that his former mistress wanted nothing to do with the one night stand. She said she couldn’t afford it, and that they would be better off without her, “To be honest, Nihil..I didnt want them in the first place.”. As reluctant as he was, he took the boys in and told Imperator everything.

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Now Mother Elizabeth, former sister, would take in Primo and Secundo as her own. She always wanted to raise children, and Imperator was still waiting on her own Ritual to become a reality. Elizabeth took the boys in and raised them to be in her image, and to be better than their father.

Primo and Secundo grew up living a quiet life in Sweden. They got their eyes at the age of Ten. They took vocal lessons and helped with the ministry. Elizabeth was the boys mother figure, but they knew very well that she wasn’t their mother, and they didn’t want her to be.

Years later, he decided it was time he met his youngest son who was only three months younger than the twins. His name was Terzo. His mother kept the most contact with him. Terzo’s mother loved her son with all her heart. She was a Christian woman, Though.

Terzo was raised to believe in God and all he has to offer. When Terzo initially met Nihil, all he knew is that he was a pope who ran a chapel in Sweden. When Nihil went to visit and meet him, Nihil told him where he worked and what he did for work; and Terzo was terrified. His mother was terrified, and she shunned him out of her house of God.

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Nihil had a room given to him by the lady of the city, Mother Lilith in Meliora tower. She was a beautiful and entrancing woman. She enjoyed New York’s bustling streets and Nihils charm. She also wanted to meet his charming son.

Nihil stayed in New York for a few years on and off to be with Terzo. He was his mothers boy and only took Nihil in small doses. When Terzo was 13 He finally met Mother Lilith. Terzo found himself etching Grucifixes on his desk at school, not finding the shining light he used to in his religion.

When Terzo was 19 he was chosen to bare power from mother Lilith Terzo was taken under her wing and was taught all there is to know about the Satanic Ministry in Sweden. He started finding comfort in his fathers worship, however being a child star and the chosen boy of New York took a toll on his mental health.

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Nihil was asking him to come home with him, so Nihil could send him to school and meet his brothers. Terzo became stressed and while he was with Lilith, he drank a serum that would grant him power. He was completely unaware, and Lilith seduced him. He felt scared and traumatized by the sudden interaction by someone who the thought he could trust.

Terzo went to the Pinnacle of Meliora grand which was outside Liliths penthouse, he climbed to the roof and Jumped. When he hit the ground the streets were empty. He sat up and wondered if he was dead, or if he just didn’t succeed. He was unimpressed, and disappointed. He didn’t even leave a mark on the cobblestone streets. (From the pinnacle to the Pit music video)

The next few days he took his work seriously. He was offered to make a movie. A movie that gave him clarity. When he was 22 he and his fathers ghouls that were gifted to him, went to see the premier. Terzo didn’t feel right, and they mumbled throughout. Terzo looked himself in the eye and felt electric vibrations run through his body. He felt as if something wasn’t right and sprinted out of the theater. He could feel Satanas running through his veins as he felt the phantasm in him ascend and strike the city in lighting. (Square Hammer music Video)

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The next few weeks were followed by Terzo finally going to Sweden. Terzos body had changed. And he was filled with a sense of life. He was full of pride, and a newfound worship for his devil. Terzos left eye would glow whenever he would do lightning parlor tricks, and Impera granted him with the white left eye when he turned 23.

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Cardinal “Cardi” Copia has been working under Nihil since a young age, as his Cardinal. He has the most employee of the month awards. He looks up to the Emeritus brothers for what they’ve done as papas, but he didn’t want that for himself. He never did.

Cardinal wanted to live the life he had, with his mother and the ministry. He grew up quietly, very spoiled by his mother. Imperator was his mother, the result of Sister Imperator and Sister Elizabeth’s sacrifice. He was born as the Antichrist.

Even then Cardinal wasn’t the biggest deal in the ministry, and Sister Imperator never taught him to hone in on his powers,she didnt want him to. Cardinal could wield lightning, use hypnosis, can raise the dead and also acts as a sort of reaper for those in the Abbey. (Seen in Tshirts on Ghost Store Outlets)

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When Cardinal grows older he can use his powers, but when he does his eyes begin to bleed if he overworks himself. (Message from the Clergy Album cover)

When Cardinal was announced to be Leader of the Band, he didn’t want to. His mother told him it would be the biggest promotion of his life, and he would make her and papa Nihil Proud.

“Nihil, Proud of me? Is that supposed to be a sick joke?”(Chapter videos)

Sister imperator told the cardinal that Terzo and his ego is what got him kicked off stage, and that the Emeritus brothers would travel with him, to teach Cardinal and help him along the way. Cardinal eventually gave in, as he really didn’t have a choice.

That night, Sister Impera and Mother Elizabeth planned action with Terzo’s ghouls. Omega and Alpha were given syringes to knock out the Emeritus brothers during UNO night. The brothers were heavily sedated. Mother Elizabeth was sent on an out of Abbey run for the ministry. During this time her “sons” were killed peacefully. Papa Emeritus III was a different story. He was beheaded by Sister Impera in the name of satanas, and Later Prepped by a mortician after Cardinal had a Photoshoot with his head.

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Elizabeth was absolutely distraught and shunned Sister Imperator for what she did to her sons, and scolded Cardinal for being okay with it. Cardinal was only Three years younger than Terzo, even then they were close like brothers, so she thought. Elizabeth was distraught by the loss of her boys, she Hid Primos Grimoirs and Hid Secundo’s Heirlooms very well. She also refused to use the square hammer on the brothers, which got her in trouble with Imperator and Salterian.

Secundo was going to Inherit the “Daggers of Megiddo '', a weapon used to kill the antichrist. Cardinal had no idea why Imperator was so proud of him for successfully beheading Terzo himself. All he knew was she said, “C, My boy it was your fathers will.” The 27 year old looked at His mother like a lost little boy. “My father..? Is proud..?”

Cardinal has taken full responsibility for leading the band, he has since Terzo was forcefully fired. Primo, Secundo and Terzo all had their sets of ghouls. Cardinal got his own once he was Appointed to Papa Emeritus the Fourth(IV). Cardinal has taken time to the ministry, and has spent most of his time basking in the spoils of being on the road.

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Cardinal however is very cold and depressed on the inside. He misses Terzo. Terzo was his best friend and confidant. Without Terzo around there's nobody to keep Papa Nihil in Check. Without the Twins, the Magic is dying in the MInistry. The halls were quiet, the only thing here was Mr.Salterian, Papa Nihil, Sister Imperator, and Mother Elizabeth.

Mr. Salterian was the Cardinals closest thing to a mentor. He knew the dates, he always somehow knew to comfort Cardinal., whether it was harsh or not. He did not tolerate banter with Nihil. He had a hard time when the so-called “Family” got into arguments. Cardinal did his best to be a good Papa, but was heavily disregarded at the sametime. Nobody called him Papa Emeritus. This heavily depressed him, and missed the fans, because they were the only people who respected him.

When Cardinal got back to the ministry and the bodies of the former Papas were there, Cardinal knew what he must do, but he would need Mother Elizabeth's help.

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