#prayers answered 📖

[cottonfeltgembira]

Would you looks at that - people who were translating that book came out that they mistranslated it (Diasomnia uniform stuff). Will you now apologize for being part of unnecessary bs drama or will you pretend you don't see anything?

Not sure why I would apologize for being rightfully uncomfortable about Nazism, antisemitism and japanese imperialism, especially as someone who's country was colonized by imperial Japan but okay

Also I think the phrase you're looking for is "harmful issue that directly hurts oppressed minorities for decades" and not drama but that's just me

[possexed]

CAN YOU KISS ME MORE !

l lawliet x fem! reader || breeding kink || short smut imagine

content warnings : size kink, cumflation, breeding, overstimulation, teasing, rough sex, semi-public sex, afab reader but no specified pronouns, establish relationships.

summary : sometimes when work gets too frustrating for your lovely lawliet, he can’t help but come find you to relieve some stress in his headquarters. <3

it was way too risky to even really consider it, but there you were, laying on the couch in the headquarters on your back while L continuously fucked into your sopping cunt.

the squelching and wet sounds bounced off of the walls and almost could echo through the entire building, not to mention the rest of the task force would be coming in soon.

L didn’t mean it, really, but the way your tight walls hugged him and kept pulling him back in to continue to abuse your pussy was an incredibly addicting feeling. the way you moaned when he hit just the right spot, or the way your tits bounced against your skin and your nipples perked when he leaned down to suck and abuse them too was also incredibly addictive.

the couch was practically soaked, covered in his cum and your juices which were leaking out at every thrust of his hips as he desperately tried to fuck it right back into you.

the pleasure was too much for you and your cunny, your legs almost violently twitching against his shoulders because of how they were hoisted there.

you were crying from the amount of pleasure you felt, broken sobs of “please!”, “lawliet!—” and breathless moans coming from your lips like a prayer. you didn’t even know what you were begging for, your hand on your puffy clit when L continued to abuse you and add to your whining.

“you can,” he started, immediately closing his mouth to stop a sweet moan from coming from his lips, “continue, right sweetheart?—“ one particular rough thrust interrupted him for a quick second. “maybe I’ll be able to have another successor. doesn’t that sound nice?” he teased, knowing you couldn’t really answer as he moved one of his hands from your hips to your stomach.

he heard broken pleads of “ohs!” and “yesyesyes!” coming from you, obviously in-love with the way he was making you feel. “you’re already so full of my cum, i’m sure one more round couldn’t hurt.”

he continued to pound mercilessly on your cunt, the hand on your cum-filled stomach feelings how the tip of his cock battered across your cervix, enhancing your pleasure whilst you continued to vigorously rub your clit.

soon after you both released, L groaning into it while you continued to babble anything on your fucked dumb mind as you come down from your high, you were still so sensitive after countless amounts of orgasms from before

“not so fast” he started, flipping you around in a quick motion and having your ass in the air. “I’m sure you can handle one more round.” he finished, slipping his cock straight back into your sopping cunt. “after all, they won’t be here for another 20 minutes.” <3

── POSSEXED  ✦ (📖)

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[persephonerinyes]

📖 Fic rec time! When you get this, reply with three fics that you've read and loved to pieces, then pass on to at least five other people who read fics. Let’s appreciate fic writers and their amazing stories 💖

This is so hard because there are sooo many talented writers out there!

I couldn't narrow it down to three so I split them into Modern and Canon.

Modern (Note: I am a sucker for Rockstar AUs so this list is not surprising):

Down in Flames by @sapphire-writes

The ultimate enemies to lovers packed with plenty of drama and mouth-watering smut! DIF Aemond is one of two that I automatically think of when I think about the archetype of modern Aemond.

Comet Donati by @inthedayswhenlandswerefew

The symbolism. The location descriptions. The drama. The song references. Aemond being adorable with animals. Aemond with a large chip on his shoulder that he must learn to overcome. This series blew my mind! Brambles and the "I hate Shelby" fan club await you.

Rumours by @adragonprinceswhore

The perfect blend of Fleetwood Mac and obsessive/possessive Aemond. The angst is off the charts, especially with the memories during their marriage. The smut is so hot you'll want to smoke a cigarette after reading. "Remember that no one else can make you feel as good as I do." That line is still fresh in my mind.

Canon:

The Last of the Dragons by @undertheorangetree

A post-Dance of the Dragons fic about rebuilding from the ashes and finding happiness after so much loss. I loved the premise of this story so much and it was so unique! I enjoyed the natural progression of the relationship between Aemond and the reader (niece). The Mirrorgasm™️ almost did me in.

Red Bird by @barbieaemond

It's not back up yet but I am eagerly awaiting its return. Aemond's pursuit of Alysanne is intense and I can't wait to see when she finally yields to him. The Sept and the lap scenes had me sweating!

Answered Prayers by @aemonds-fire

Possessive/obsessive Aemond is on his game in this story! I love how Aemond blackmails Lady Mira into getting what he wants while believing that divine intervention is why he should do this. Their chemistry is amazing and it's so satisfying when he wins her over. I mean, he's pretty gifted so he's hard to resist.

I also have to mention Tipping Point by @oneeyedvisenya

This was the first modern Aemond fic that I read. An academic rivals to lovers story that absolutely sizzles with chemistry. This is the second of the two Aemonds I think of with the modern archetype. I needed a week to recover after Part 3 because it was that intense.

[thelarriefics]

OLDER LARRY FIC REC: Below you’ll find fics where Harry and/or Louis are older than their current ages. 

📖 When All Is Said And Done by @chloehl10 (76k)

Louis and Harry were married, but things fell apart, ending in divorce, broken hearts and separate lives. Years later, their paths cross once more, and time together forces old feelings to resurface. But is it too little, too late?

📖 to know I'm gonna be alright by @leedsau (61k)

That’s where the two of them were driving too now.

An ode to being in love, and finding happiness.

📖 In Four Colours by @ireallysawanangel (59k)

Or, the older larry AU featuring sun, sand, and the French countryside with a sprinkling of divorced Harry and silver fox Louis.

📖 A Sweeter Place by @halohamilton (50k)

Harry doesn't think he has it in him to find love again, at least, not until he meets a man at his support group that just might change his mind.

📖 Unraveled by @allwaswell16 (18k)

Harry Styles, recently retired UK Secret Intelligence Service agent, had not yet had time to become accustomed to civilian life when he was tapped by MI5 for a high profile assignment. They had reason to believe that Prime Minister Louis Tomlinson might be in danger, and they’d like Harry to act as his personal protection.

Whilst Harry was prepared to protect the PM with his life, he wasn’t prepared for Louis’ secrets. As Harry helped investigate the attempts on Louis’ life, he found a tangled web of political rivals, possible terrorist attacks, and family secrets as well as an undeniable attraction to the man he has vowed to protect.

📖 Just the Start by @littleroverlouis (9k)

Louis is a fifty-two year old divorcé who has fallen into rut. He never anticipated a forced day of self care, and a chance meeting with a charming salon owner would shake him out of his comfort zone.

📖 But When We Kiss... by @indiaalphawhiskey (8k)

Or, while Harry and Louis adore the chase, they find they adore each other much, much more.

📖 There Goes My Life by @mizzhydes (7k)

Or, the one where Harry is single, a Member of Parliament, gets knocked up and has to deal with navigating motherhood in his forties. And Louis? Well, his life is about to change forever as well. This is a tale about colleagues with benefits and the consequences that can come with that.

📖 'Sup by @mediawhorefics (6k)

Gemma really wants her little brother to sign up for a dating app and get back in the game after a messy divorce. Harry thinks he’s way too old to swipe. They compromise to devastatingly embarrassing results.

Meanwhile, all Louis wants is to finish the play he’s been commissioned to write, but one of the regulars at his local coffee shop keeps distracting him.

ft. older larry, pushy gemma, harry being a disaster gay and silver fox louis.

📖 We're Getting Better With Time by @haztobegood (5k)

Hello Harry, this may seem out of the blue, and even weirder if you don’t remember me. We hung out for a few weeks back in the summer of 82. A picture of you showed up on my facebook tonight, I think because we have a few mutual friends on here. I know we haven’t spoken in forty years, but I thought I’d just shoot you a message. I hope you’re doing well. L

Or, the one where Louis is single, Harry is recently divorced, and they reconnect on Facebook forty years after they first met.

📖 You Drive Me Wild by @jacaranda-bloom (5k)

Most people would think that keeping a tube of lube hidden behind the driver’s side visor of their car is foolish and completely unnecessary, but then most people don’t have to chauffeur Louis Tomlinson around for a living.

OR the one where Harry has a brilliant idea to while away the time as he waits around for his boss but fate decides to rain on his parade... or maybe it’s the universe answering his prayers.

📖 Congratulations, Mr. President by @onesweetworld18 (2k)

Louis holds his first meeting as PTA President at the Boo Hoo Breakfast on the first day of school. Harry is a supportive husband, and Niall is supportive, as always.

[boygiwrites]

Harley D. Dixon 14

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📖Chapter List.

Author's Note. Another quick update! I'm on a roll! Please enjoy reading :)

"Blessed be God, Father of our Lord Jesus Christ in heaven."

Under the shade of an old oak tree on the outskirts of the Greene farm, I stand at Shane's side as Herschel fills an empty grave with prayers. I've never been to a stranger's funeral before. I don't belong here — none of our group does — but according to Rick, this is how we show respect to the mourning family, and respect is how we get to stay here on the farm longer than just a week. I'm not too sure what's so respectful about watching in silence while Patricia lowers her dead husband's belongings into the ground, but this is what we have to do.

"Praise be to Him for the gift of our brother, Otis — For the span of his years; for his abundance of character."

I glance up at Rick, who's standing on the other side of the semi-circle we've formed. He stares at Shane. I didn't know so much about Otis' character, but he must've had a whole bunch of it, 'cause Patricia cries twice as loudly now, as Maggie helps her out the grave. All I know is he shot my Dad. In another life, this would've been Rick's fate for killing my Uncle. In another-another life, my Uncle isn't dead at all.

"Otis, who gave his life for the chance to save another."

That's how the story goes. Shane and Otis, cornered but resilient, down to ten rounds — one killed in a tragic act of sacrifice.

"We thank you, God, for the rest you now grant him. He died as he lived — In grace. May the arms of eternity embrace him."

I wonder if Otis is going to Hell or heaven. I wonder if God's holdin' him in some sort of waiting room right now, watching on as my Dad fights for his life; waiting to see if Otis is a murderer. In my eyes, he already is. If God's as smart as they say he is, he'll send Otis to Hell.

Herschel gently closes the Bible.

Me and my Dad went to church, a long time ago. They used to give out free food and diapers every Sunday before mass to encourage people who couldn't afford those types of things to come in and pray, but we never did any of the praying. We just took the cheap groceries, feeling only partially ashamed as upper middle-class Christians sung hymns in the background. The worst was when they said they'd pray for us.

God be with you, the man would tell my Dad.

Thanks, Dad would answer, head lowered, and then pull me back out to the parking lot.

When I asked him if God was real, all he said was that if he is, then he must be deaf. I could never imagine him praying.

"Shane," Herschel says.

The man besides me startles slightly.

"Will you speak for Otis?"

Speak for a dead man?

He stiffens as everybody turns their gazes on him.

"I... I'm not good at this." He says quietly, clearing his throat; shaking his head. I think if he could run away, he would. "I'm sorry."

"You were the last one with him." Patricia insists. "You shared his final moments."

He stares at her, mouth open but no words coming out. It reminds me of that far-away look he had last night when he returned alone. This is not the Shane I know. Who am I kidding, my Dad once said to Shane, You always got somethin' you wanna say. Not right now, he don't.

"Please." Patricia says, stepping forward.

The uncomfortable silence persists.

"I need to hear." She begs. "I need to know his death had meaning."

Rick's still staring at him, more intensely than the rest. You better say something, the look says, You better not mess this up.

Shane licks his lips, and glancing down at me is the thing that finally pushes him to speak.

"Okay." He concedes, nodding to himself. A weak breeze sails through the leaves above us as he speaks, and there's something about the way his eyes shift from person to person and the way his clasped hands twitch that give me the sense he's making it up as he goes. "We were about to reach the main building," He tells us. "We were down to pistols by then. I was limping. The dead; closin' in. It was... Things weren't looking good. 'The supplies are in there.' You see, that's what he said. To me. 'You have to get them. You have to save that poor girl's Dad.' He gave me his backpack. He gave me his rifle. 'Run. I'll cover you,' He said. I had no choice. I ran. When I looked back..."

I did it, is all I can remember him saying last night, I did it, I did it.

Did what?

"He died thinking of Daryl." He sticks his chin up. "He died giving him a chance."

He died for nothing, is what he really means to say.

Maggie looks down at her boots, holding Patricia's shaking hand.

"I might not've been able to... find the supplies," He gulps, taking a deep breath, "But I made it out alive. And I owe that all to Otis."

A sob breaks out amongst us.

"If any death ever had meaning, it was his."

"Amen."

"Amen."

"Amen," We all say.

I don't remember much about the people at our church, but I do remember them saying, to lie is to rot oneself from the inside out with sin.

When I glance up at Shane, I find him already looking right back at me.

The funeral ends.

On our way back up the hill, we hear car engines approaching.

"I'm guessing this is the right Green farm, then?" Dale says through his open window, bringing the RV to a crawl alongside us. Behind him, the remainder of our group rounds him and continues driving up the road. Maggie opens the gate for them. "Beautiful out this way, huh?"

"Hey, Dale." I smile lightly. "Ya made it."

"Hop in. I'll give you a ride up."

He brakes long enough to let me climb in, and as I sit next to him in the passenger seat, he starts it back up again.

"What are you all doing so far from the house?"

I don't bother buckling my seatbelt. It's only a short drive.

"We had a funeral." I tell him, "For this man named Otis. He died last night."

"What happened?" He frowns. "Is your Dad alright?"

"Yeah, he— He's inside right now. Glenn's giving him blood. He ain't really supposed to be doin' it, though. He's gonna get sick, but he says he don't care. There's nobody else who can do it. Actually, what type of blood do you have?" When he regretfully says he doesn't know, I continue. "Well, Shane, and that man, Otis, they were meant to come back with some more last night, but somethin' went wrong. Only Shane made it back."

Maggie waves us through and closes the gate behind us.

"I heard Rick wants to go back." I say. "To the college. Today. He thinks he'll find what my Dad needs."

Dale nods. "That woman said he got shot."

"Yeah. In the stomach." I exhale thinly, fiddling with my fingernails. "It's... S'real bad."

"It wasn't Shane?"

"Huh?"

"It wasn't Shane who shot him?"

I think it's telling that that's Dale's first assumption. Hell, I think it was everyone's, but now I don't know what to think.

"Apparently not." I shake my head. "Apparently it was Otis. A huntin' accident, Rick says."

"Hunting accident?"

"He wasn't there when it happened. He an' Glenn just came across the farm while lookin' and knocked on the door. Shane's said nothin'."

Dale glances at me. "That's unlike him."

I don't know what else to say to that besides, yeah, 'cause I got no idea how Shane's mind works. I know he's smart. I know he's good with words. He's everything Rick is, but amplified, and he's good at makin' people not realize it — 'cause he's also good at hiding things.

Dale brings the RV to a stop under a tall tree near the house.

"Just be careful, Harley." He looks me in the eye when he says this. "Be careful with Shane. You're a smart girl. I think you can figure out why."

No. No, I'm done figuring things out.

Shane is my friend, and Shane cares for me, and I need him right now. That's all that matters.

If that's not a smart thing to say, then I guess I must be dumb, but at least I'm not hurt. I never wanna be hurt again.

"Whatever," I mumble, rising from my seat.

I know I'll feel bad about it later, but I slam the door when I leave.

"Are you sure about this?"

As soon as we make it back to the house, Rick tells everyone he's going back to the college. Andrea offers to go with him to watch his back, and Herschel reluctantly writes up another list of medical supplies and pills for them to look for. He hands it to Rick, who quickly reads it over.

"I'm sure." He replies, folding the list into his pocket. "I couldn't be surer. It's a shot in the dark, but we gotta do it."

"The surgical labs?" Andrea asks. "That's where we'll find what we need?"

"Yes," Herschel sighs, looking unconfident. "If not there, then the storage rooms. It sounds like it's all overrun, though, Rick."

He shakes his head. "We've dealt with worse."

Carol leaves the room, a hand over her mouth. She wants Rick to keep searching for Sophia, but this is taking priority right now.

"Didn't Shane say there was nothin' left?" T-Dog butts in, confused. "I mean, he came back with nothin'."

"No." Rick says. "We don't know why that happened. If I had to guess, I'd say he had to retreat after Otis... After Otis passed."

"Man, he couldn't just double back?"

He scoffs, picking up the bags. "I don't know. I don't know what happened. All we can do is try again."

"Remember, I can only use O negative blood." Herschel raises his brows. "Nothing else."

"O negative. Got it."

"Be careful."

"We always are."

I watch the bullet roll around.

Herschel put it in a little plastic container after the surgery last night. So, this is what almost killed him, then. When I was littler, I used to think my Dad was invincible. I thought nothing could ever bring my big, strong Dad down, but it turns out it can, and it don't even gotta be bigger than my pinkie finger to do it, either. This tiny little bud of golden metal put my Dad on his death bed.

I'm watching the sun bounce off its curves when I hear footsteps approaching in the grass.

When I look up, I see Shane, alone, pointing to the picnic bench I'm sitting at.

"This seat taken by any chance?"

Be careful with Shane, Dale told me.

"No," I tell him, setting the bullet down. "You can sit 'ere."

He takes a seat beside me and asks, "What're you doin' fiddling with that thing?"

"I don't know." I smile, feeling a little silly. "I's just lookin' at it."

"Well, how 'bout this? I got somethin' better for you to do."

He lifts up the small bag he brought with him onto the table.

"What that?"

"You didn't think I forgot about our deal, right?" He grins, scattering the contents in front of us. A sketch pad with a unicorn on the cover falls out first, and then a bunch of rainbow markers, pencils, and even some craft glue and sparkly sequins. "Borrowed it all from that girl, Beth."

I laugh, probably for the first time in days. "Woah, Shane!"

"Better than that scummy old bullet, huh?" He nudges me, opening the book to a blank page. "Not sure I'm any good, but I'll try my best."

"What do you wanna draw?"

"Anything you want."

"Let's..." My first thought is a card for my Dad, but that's stupid. Shane don't wanna make that. "Um..."

"Can't make up yer mind?"

"No, it's just— I wanna make somethin' for my Dad."

Surprisingly, he doesn't react the way I expected.

"'Course ya do, sweetheart. Come on, then. I'll help you."

"Really?"

"Anything you want. That's what I said, right?"

"Okay, then." I giggle, copying him as he grabs a marker and uncaps it. "His favorite color's black, but that's ugly. Let's do flowers."

"Yes, ma'am."

"A field of flowers." I enthuse. "And a walker in the middle, but dead, 'cause Dad killed it."

"He's real good at that, huh?"

"Yep."

"Alright, then. You're gonna have to walk me through it, though, 'cause I don't know what I'm doin' here."

Laughing, I get started in pointing out all the places I think flowers would look best on the page, picking out which colors to use, like green for the grass and yellow for the sun. Shane goes along with all of it, just happy to be spending time with me. I really don't get what Dale's talkin' about. I even teach him how to draw a flower. My Dad's never colored with me, before. We never did things like that. He'd rather take me on a hike, or skip stones with me at the local playground pond. When I drew him pictures, he'd put 'em on the fridge and tell me they're nice, but that's about it.

I think it's awful nice of Shane to be making this card for my Dad. I guess he's decided to put their differences aside for a minute.

"Thanks for not tellin' me no." I say, filling in a petal. "I thought you were gonna."

"'No' to makin' your Dad a card?"

"Yeah."

"Why's that?"

Shane always does this. He asks questions he already knows the answer to, 'cause he wants to see what you say.

"I'on know," I shrug, shy; a little embarrassed. "I don't think you like him very much."

"No?"

"No. You punched him."

He hums.

I continue. "And you think he's mean."

"Yeah? Why's he mean?"

"He, like, yells sometimes." I mutter, focusing on coloring. "He gets angry."

He just hums again.

"And you don't like him 'cause he hits me, and you think he shouldn't do that. You think he's a bad Dad."

He corrects me. "I don't think he knows how to be a Dad at all, Harley."

"What about you? D'you know?"

There ain't nobody that teaches you this shit, Harley, my Dad once told me, You think you came outta the womb with a manual attached?

"Well, I've never had a kid, before, Harley." He tells me. "That was always Rick's thing. We used to go to school together, you know that? Kindergarten, all the way up to police academy. When Carl was born, I used to think about havin' my own, but it just never happened."

"Why not?"

"Kids are a lot of responsibility. I wasn't ready for that."

"What about now?"

"Am I ready for a kid?"

"Yeah."

He glances at me, then back to the paper, but doesn't answer.

I look up at him. "What is it?"

He nods at the packet of sequins.

"You wanna have a go stickin' them on?"

I pause. Yeah, I guess I can have a go.

"Dad don't like glitter, though."

"It's a gift from his daughter." Shane scoffs. "He can deal with it."

"You like glitter?"

"Can't say I'm a huge fan, but if you gave me a glittered-up card, it'd be my favorite thing I owned. I can promise you that."

That makes me smile. "I can make you one, if you want."

"Nah, that's okay, sweetheart. This is all 'bout your Dad, right now."

I smear a whole lotta glue on the corners of the page, sprinkling the little plastic pieces onto it after.

"Rick's gone back to the college." I muse. "And Andrea. They're gonna find blood and medicine for my Dad."

Shane shifts uncomfortably on the bench. That's what he was supposed to do. He failed. Now, other people have to make up for what he did, and if they come back with even one thing from the list, that's gonna look real bad for him. Not only did he get someone killed, but he did it for nothin'.

"Rick's tough. Andrea, she's a good enough shot." He clears his throat. "They'll make it back in one piece."

"I just hope they don't get caught in that herd like you and Otis."

Apparently, they got swarmed. Easy to believe, given the hundreds of walkers been followin' us down this way.

"They won't be. They're smart."

I joke, "You sayin' you were dumb?"

"Hey," He smirks. "Watch yourself."

"I'm just sayin'. How come you let yourself get surrounded?"

"Happens fast, Harley. You know that."

Sure happened fast on the highway.

"Must'a been awful." I frown. "All them walkers... Otis."

"Had to happen." Shane shrugs.

"I know. But he still died, Shane. Don't matter what for."

"You don't think it matters to his family?"

"Well, yeah, but not to us. Dead is dead, and dead's awful. You don't gotta pretend."

He shakes his head, like I just don't get it.

"No. No, if I could go back in time, Harley, I wouldn't change a thing."

I glance at him, then. His jaw is set tight as he scribbles a red blotch onto the page, staring into its chaotic epicentre. If he said that to any of the Greenes, oh, they would'a slapped him. You're supposed to be sad when someone dies. Shane looked a little down at the funeral, but now he just looks angry. I wanna warn him he's gonna tear a hole in the page if he presses down any harder, but the words get stuck in my throat.

"I don't think you should tell anyone else that." I murmur, awkward. "Especially not Patricia."

He don't stop 'till the pencil nib snaps.

"Damn it." He mumbles, tossing it.

I did it, was all he kept sayin', I did it.

"What'd you mean, last night, anyway?"

"Huh? What did what mean?"

"I did it." I quote. "You just kept chantin' it, over and over. What's it mean? What'd you do?"

He turns his glare onto me.

"You sure I said that?"

I think back to that moment. Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.

I nod.

"I don't remember." He disagrees. "I was all outta sorts that night. Still am, to be honest."

"But you said it. I heard you."

"Well, I'd just escaped Hell on Earth, Harley. I barely made it out alive. I drove back here like a crazy man; just watched a man get eaten alive. 'Course I'm gonna be shocked I made it; shocked I did it. That's all I meant. Ain't nothin' to stress over."

I sigh. "Are you sure?"

"I ever lied to you?"

"I don't think so."

"Well, there you go."

It's only now I notice Dale on the roof of the RV. He's supposed to be on watch, but the only thing he's watchin' is us. I choose to ignore him in favor of finishing the get well soon card, hating the stiff silence that follows.

My eyes eventually wonder over to the container, and the stubby bullet inside.

I begin to frown.

Wait a minute.

Hunting accident, was what Rick told everyone.

"Shane, what type of bullet is that?" I ask, even though I already know.

Beside me, he stops coloring so abruptly that it's like I just electrocuted him.

Now I'm really lookin' at it, I can't believe it took me this long to notice.

"Harley," He says when he sees what I'm staring at. "Harley, I can explain."

I don't wanna hear it.

I know what type of bullet that is.

"Harley, wait."

It didn't come from no damn hunting rifle.

That's a pistol bullet.

I slam the door shut.

"Woah, hey. What's going on?" Glenn asks, slumped in a chair beside Dad's bed. "What's wrong?"

"Get out." I whimper, shaking my head. I go straight for the window; yank the curtains shut so hard they screech. "Get out, Glenn."

"Why? What's—?"

"Just fucking get out!"

He jumps up at that, and I only see a glimpse of him scurrying out the door before I dive onto the bed, crying and hiccupping and groaning angrily as I lift the covers. I curl up underneath them, into my Dad's side. It wasn't a rifle bullet. It was a pistol bullet. It wasn't Otis. It was Shane. My friend, have-I-ever-lied-to-you Shane. He shot my Dad and then he lied to my face about it, all while making a card that wouldn't even exist if it weren't for him in the first place. I hugged him. He hugged me back. I cried on him. I don't want my Daddy to die, I wailed, but it was him that did it.

The door opens just minutes later. I hear his combat boots thumping as he runs around the side of the bed.

"Get away from me." I try hitting him through the blankets, but he just pulls them off and grabs me. "Fuck off! I knew it was you!"

"Harley." He shakes his head. "Harley, ssh, ssh, ssh."

"You lied to me—"

"No, no, no, ssh, ssh, ssh."

"Don't tell me to shush!" I snarl, batting at him. "You— You— You shot my—!"

"No." He shakes me. "No, I didn't. Harley, I didn't."

"Yes, you did!"

"No." He growls, glancing at the door, then back to me. "Listen to me very carefully, Harley Dixon. I did not shoot your Dad."

"No? Then who's damn bullet was that?!"

"Keep your voice down."

"Who's was it?"

"Jim's, Harley. Jim's." His eyes are wide; some type of crazy in 'em as he really drills this into me, almost whispering, but also shouting at the same time. "Remember that day you came back, told everyone what happened? You gave me exact directions on how to get to that guy's camp, remember? Follow the creek, left at the big rock, go through the trees 'till you hit an old fence post. See? You told me that. I remembered. Your Dad wanted to go kill him. First time I ever saw eye to eye with that man, and I gave him the location, and we left together, Harley. Together."

I keep shaking my head, but Shane's lip curls.

"Yes. Yes. Listen to me. We left together and we found his camp. Green tent, right? Music playing?"

H-H-How's he know that?

"Wh—?"

"He wasn't there, but his tracks were. Your Dad followed 'em. We found him in a house, damn near starved to death. He was beggin' us to spare him some of ours 'till he clocked our faces. He was mad. Real mad. Hell, I would be, too, if I got tied up and left for dead. He did it. Jim shot your Dad."

"You're lying." I pull a face of disgust. "You're lying, I know it."

"Yeah? Yeah, how you know?"

"'Cause Dale says I gotta be careful around you. And Rick pretty much don't even believe you, neither! He's basically your brother!"

"To Hell with Dale." He shrugs, shaking his head and grinning, like this is no big deal. "And Rick — Rick's an idiot. You know that."

"When we heard the shot, he said it was you! He said that, in front of everyone!"

"Well, he was wrong. It was Jim."

"Then why'd you go and tell everyone it was Otis, huh?"

"Well, I— It's—"

"Just get outta my face, Shane." I shudder, pulling the covers back over my head, hiding away. "I don't wanna be your friend, anymore. Get out."

I don't care if it was Jim, or Shane, or the damn Easter bunny who shot him, at this point — I just wanna be alone. I don't know what to believe. Like I said, Shane's smart, so he don't push his luck. He leaves almost right away, closing me away in my own den of grief with a soft click of the door. I hear him talking to everyone out there, probably explaining everything away like he can so easily do. I'm emotional, he'll say, Just leave it.

When I pop my head back up, I spot the card sitting on the side table.

Get well soon, it says.

In a fit of rage, I snatch it up and I rip it to pieces.

It falls to the floor like confetti.

Rick and Andrea come back while I'm eating dinner on the porch.

It's soup that Maggie made for me — Potato and leek. Someone must've told her my favorite kind — 'cause it turns out I was right. Shane did tell everyone I was upset. Apparently, the funeral was just too much for me, on top of everything else. I'm too sad to be angry about that, 'cause it just proves that he really is a liar, after all. I set the bowl down as they pull up to the house, and Maggie and her Dad come out the front door as soon as they hear the car engine, cautiously excited for the news we're about to get. Maggie helps me out of the chair, rubbing my shoulders.

The car door shuts. We not only see Rick and Andrea, alive and well, but also two big, full bags on their shoulders.

"We got everything." He calls out to us, smiling. "Every last thing."

My jaw drops.

"Praise God." Herschel mutters.

Maggie grins down at me. "You hear that, Harley?"

"Y—" I smile wide. "Yeah."

She leaves my side to help Andrea bring the bags up the stairs.

"The penicillin?" Herschel shakes his head. "The gauze, the syringes, the disinfectant?"

"All of it." Says Rick. "Even threw in some reception desk candy, too, just 'cause we could."

"That's incredible. How?"

"Place was deserted." Andrea tells us. "We only had to take out five or six before we were the only ones around. Surgical labs, just like you said."

"Praise God," He says again. "I'll start re-dressing the wound right now."

"Here you go."

Rick passes him the bag, and everyone else goes back inside as he leans against the railing. Behind him, the sun cinematically sinks in the sky.

I sit back down.

I can't believe they did it.

"Thank you, Rick."

He looks a little sad when I say this, but happy, at the same time.

"You're welcome, Harley. You're very welcome."

For the first time ever, I'm alone with Rick and all I feel is peace.

Author's Note.

Daryl still hasn't woken up. I'm sorryyyyy 🙏He will, very soon. I promise! I'll try to make it everything you're hoping for and more :) Things are gonna be different between Harley and Daryl from now on.

(AKA not depressing.)

Shane's still manipulative as ever. Boo to him.

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sending lots of love! :)

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: March 13, 1989

Lyrics:

I wrote you a letter and I sent it on the first of July

Now it's November and still I haven't no reply

I'll be my birthday soon, if I don't see you I'll survive

But I would be happy, if you'd let me know you're still alive

I still live on Jocelyn Square, nothing much has really changed

I still think about you, but only really when it rains

Sometimes you don't know something's open till it shuts

I loved you so much, I hated your guts

You blinded me I refused to see your doubt

It's raining now

Raining on Jocelyn Square

It's raining now

Raining on Jocelyn Square

All the memories that flower and blossom

In the pale Endymion hour

They paint a picture of you

Too good to be true

And I hate myself for wishing, missing

Your soul kissing

All the things that once whet my appetite

Now bleed me dry, bleed me dry

Chasing rainbows and fireflies

To watch them fade away before my eyes

It's raining now

Raining on Jocelyn Square

It's raining now

Raining on Jocelyn Square

His smile lit up like a halo of despair

And the worst thing that could happen

Is the answer to his prayers

Songwriter:

It's raining now

Raining on Jocelyn Square

It's raining now

Raining on Jocelyn Square

James Grant / Robert Paterson

SongFacts:

👉📖

[shammah8]

RHAPSODY OF REALITIES DAILY DEVOTIONAL

IT’S ABOUT YOUR FAITH

FRIDAY, JUNE 30TH 2023

📖...If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; AND NOTHING SHALL BE IMPOSSIBLE UNTO YOU (Matthew 17:20).

PASTOR CHRIS OYAKHILOME

The Lord isn’t responsible for the evils or the mishaps that people experience; there’s no darkness in Him. Whatever you may have suffered that’s inconsistent with the provisions of Christ in His Gospel didn’t come from God. You’re responsible for your life—the things that happen with you. It’s about your faith and how you use it.

The Lord Jesus said in our opening scripture, “...nothing shall be impossible unto you.” This is a sovereign declaration; so, the question is, what are you doing with your faith? How are you putting your faith to work? The Bible says, “Now the just shall live by faith...” (Hebrews 10:38).

Using your faith to deal with the crises of life every day is your responsibility. But the problem is some have made their faith void or of non-effect: “For if they which are of the law be heirs, faith is made void, and the promise made of none effect” (Romans 4:14). Can faith be made void? Emphatically yes!

In Mark 7:13, Jesus rebuked the Jews for making God’s Word of non-effect by their tradition. “Tradition” here refers to your way of life, your culture, and the things you believe. If these things are inconsistent with the Word of God, you make the Word of non-effect in your life, and your faith is made void.

Your trust must always be in the finished works of Christ; live by His faith (Galatians 2:20). Hallelujah! How do you live by His faith? It’s by living the Word, being a doer of the Word. James 1:22 says, “But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.”

               PRAYER

Dear Father, by my faith in your Word I prevail over situations and circumstances. The forces of righteousness, success, divine health, victory, and prosperity are activated in my life as I live by your Word, guided and inspired by your wisdom to fulfil your perfect will for me, in Jesus’ Name. Amen.

FURTHER STUDY:  2 Thessalonians 1:3 We are bound to thank God always for you, brethren, as it is meet, because that your faith groweth exceedingly, and the charity of every one of you all toward each other aboundeth;

Romans 10:17 AMPC So faith comes by hearing [what is told], and what is heard comes by the preaching [of the message that came from the lips] of Christ (the Messiah Himself).

Mark 11:22-23 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God. 23 For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith.

[hersparklinggqalb]

Kun faya kun, if Allah is making you wait, it does not mean that He is punishing you. Rather, He wants to hear your voice over & over again. He is waiting for you to pray so that He can answer your prayers with His 'kun' and don't stop praying untill He says kun to your dua's.

If Allah delays something, there is khair in it. You might not be able to see it right now, but Allah will show you why He made you wait. So be patient, soon you will see your beautiful blessings.🥀🌸

Perhaps the delay in you attaining your wish lies in a benefit which Allah wants for you. So be patient. Do not hasten. And be optimistic. For indeed, what awaits you is far greater than what you wished for, and there is no one more generous than Allah.🥀🌼

Delays is not denials. The fact that He delays your prayers doesn’t mean He didn’t hear you, it means He’s preparing something better for you, Trust Him and trust His perfect timing.🥀🌺

Very soon your Allah will give you so much that you will be happy. - Surah: Ad Duha: 05 📖🥀

[queennefratti44]

You Can't Tell Me that God 🙏🏽 isn't God 🕊!!! The Bible 📖 Says that " The Effectual, Fervent Prayers 🙏🏽 of the Righteous do Availeth Much" James 5:16 Since the untimely demise of someone like @nipseyhussle Who became so successful 🏆 yet very good hearted 💙 and humble and did so much for his family, friends, and city and community and gave back so much and did not deserve to die so wrongfully and insensebily, Myself and I know many others have prayed 🙏🏽 for Him and His family to get the Justice ⚖ they so rightfully deserve. God is so good 🙌🏾 If know that our prayers have been answered and we all can have that " Sweet Relief" in knowing that Eric Holder will remain off the streets of Los Angeles and He will no longer bring Harm Or Grief to anyone else's life or family as He did to Nipsey Hussle and His family!!! Thank You ❤ God for How Your Laws of Justice ⚖Prevail!! I pray 🙏🏽 that this Gives Nipsey's family some closure and a sense of comfort and healing 🙌🏾 and peace 🙏🏽❤️ along with Myself and All of Nipsey's fans and supporters!!! #Justice4Nipsey 🙏🏽💙🏁🕊 #HussleForever 🕊💙🏁 #RestInPowerKingNipHussleTheGreat 👑🕊💙🏁🇪🇷 #TheMarathonContinues 🏁💙👑 https://www.instagram.com/p/Co-1op1v9Pc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[purplesurveys]

1603 - happy new year’s eve eve!

Have you done any of the same things as me? [2022 Edition] by joybucket

experienced something amazing and miraculous? 🤩 I’ve experienced amazing things like getting a new dog, seeing the sea, having profound conversations with a few Grab drivers, etc; but nothing miraculous mainly because I don’t believe in miracles.

switched to a new primary care doctor? I don’t even have a main doctor.

tried a new medication? 💊 Yes. When I sprained my ankle, the Good Samaritans who helped nurse my foot also gave me these capsules to take every 8 or so hours.

felt afraid to leave the house? Yes - that time in July when there was a shooting in Ateneo. My family was out that day and that scared me more, but I was staying at home at the time and thought under no circumstances was I going out that week. Kaye actually invited me to dinner NEAR THE DAMN PLACE and I had to tell her girl did you not know people literally got killed 8 hours ago? lol.

had a new neighbor move in? I can finally answer this question with a yes, lol. We didn’t have any nearby neighbors for at least like a decade, but in 2022 there was a family who moved in across us; the abandoned house beside ours also finally got renovated and another family is I believe currently renting the place.

met a new neighbor? I haven’t. We usually keep to ourselves but for the family who moved in across us this month I am thinking of sending them a little something.

read the entire Bible? 📖 I haven’t touched that book since high school.

had a smoothie that tasted really, really good? 🍹 I don’t like smoothies. I did try this great mocha nut latte earlier this month and discovered how fantastic chocnut works with coffee.

had some significant health issues? Other than my sprained ankle, my carpal tunnel syndrome acted up quite a bit this year.

made a lot of surveys? I’ve never made a survey.

taken a lot of surveys? Like any other year.

gave yourself a significant haircut? 💇‍♀️ I always have my hair professionally worked on, whether it’s a trim or dye job. I do not trust myself with a pair of scissors for anything haha.

discovered a new YouTube channel you really liked? Earlier this year I found Institute of Human Anatomy, who I bingewatched for a while. Bea also got me into Korean Englishman/Jolly. She’s been trying to get me on the train since 2021 actually, but it was only this year when my attention was finally caught.

discovered a new favorite book? 📖 I didn’t have any major book discoveries this year.

re-read a book you really liked? 📖 I re-discovered Midnight Sun when I found it in our storage (after thinking my mom threw it out), but I didn’t re-read it per se as I never finished it in the past.

debated reaching out to someone and asking for prayer, but didn't? 🙏 I do not ask for prayers, at least actively. People tell me they pray for me which is always appreciated as I know it must mean a lot for them to do so; but it’s not something I would take the initiative to ask for.

started taking a new birth control pill? I have never taken birth control.

experienced anaphylaxis? Nope.

...and then had to be on Prednisone for three months because of it? Nope, I don’t have regular medications.

gained weight from a medication? I didn’t.

...and then lost some of it once you were off the medication, but not all of it? I didn’t.

discovered you had steroid-induced diabetes? Nope.

daydreamed a lot? 💭 Probably, yeah.

had overdue library books? 📚 I haven’t been to a library, much less borrow a book, since pre-pandemic college, so no. I’ve always been terrible at returning books though and I always get that Look of Shock from librarians when they see the total of my overdue charges LOL so you were at least right about that.

worn a mask? 😷 Just about every time I’ve gone out! The government has lifted mask-wearing for both indoor and outdoor areas so technically we have the choice/freedom to go maskless now, but people in Manila are rather paranoid and prefer wearing a mask still – I do, too. Provinces though, I’ve observed that they are much less cautious and people hardly wear masks there anymore.

worn a mask when cleaning, because you're allergic to dust mites? 😷 I’m not allergic so I don’t wear a mask. I sneeze a lot though, lol.

went days without washing your hair? A few times, yes.

felt overjoyed one day and then depressed the next? It happens.

thought about how much you missed going to church? ⛪️ All I think about is when I can finally stop going, so no.

thought about how much you missed painting? 🖼 Yeah, a little bit! I had some paint-by-numbers stacked in my closet for a while - they were 2021 Christmas gifts that I never got around to sending out lol, and I was always getting that voice in my head asking what the fuck I wanted to do with them.

....and thought about how you'd like to start painting again? 🎨 Sure. The resolution to that ^ is that I finally pulled one of the packs out and started painting. Just this December, actually. I plan on continuing the template for the rest of the company break/shutdown.

found out that someone got hit by a car and died while crossing a street that you cross all the time? I unfortunately saw the aftermath of a very graphic motorcycle crash on Christmas Day, and that dude I saw with his face down was most likely a casualty. I don’t pass the area all the time, just whenever we head south; but it was still spooky nonetheless. More sad than spooky though, considering a family’s gonna have to find out they lost someone on Christmas Day.

enjoyed watching the snow fall? ❄️ I have never seen snow.

wished you had a car? 🚘 I already do.

talked to your mom on the phone? 📱 A few times, but they were always 15-second calls where either of us just ask the other something urgent.

talked to your mom online? 💬 Yeah, whenever she’s at work we communicate through Messenger.

realized none of your bras fit you anymore? Nope, they all still work just fine.

received a package in the mail? 📦 I mean this year was no different and I still bought stacks upon stacks of K-pop merch lol, so yes I did receive packages a handful of times.

started watching Youtube Shorts regularly? Oh I irrationally hate those. Trying so hard to be IG reels/TikTok lol when YouTube’s strong suit has always been longer videos.

practiced self-hypnosis? 😵 No, I don’t believe in hypnosis.

discovered a new food you really liked? Not food exactly but my mom got this tub of local vinegar called pinakurat that is SO good; works with any Filipino breakfast food. I ask for it all the time now. 

discovered your bike had a flat tire? 🚴 Not my bike but our car! Happened on our way back to Manila from Zambales. We were a mere hundred meters away from the expressway (where my dad would’ve gone 90-100 kph) when we heard a loud pop. The place we got stuck at (Subic) is notably a safer city than other provinces so it was such a welcome surprise seeing Good Samaritans all over the damn road momentarily stop by and offer help – even more amazing was that the vice mayor of the city happened to drive by at the time and immediately stopped where we were to give tips about what we should do, where to go, who to talk to, etc. In the end, my dad was also able to get a lift from another Good Samaritan to the nearest vulcanizing shop to get the whole thing settled. 

Touching show of humanity, but at the same time also gave me some sort of existential crisis because fuck knows what would have happened had we reached the freeway and had the tire pop there instead.

made a new playlist of songs you really liked? 🎶 My sister and I made a few Blended playlists on Spotify but that’s about it.

got rid of a ton of old clothes? 👚 Not yet at least. But I’m planning on gathering clothes I know longer use and giving them to Reena to sell, all profit hers. Poor girl got scammed 20k recently and I just want to help.

ran/walked a Christmas-themed race? 🏃‍♀️ You will never find me in a race/fun run/marathon haha.

watched your city's Christmas parade? We don’t have one.

enjoyed eating salads? 🥗 Just tuna sashimi salads.

enjoyed eating chocolate pie? I’ve never had chocolate pie.

celebrated Thanksgiving alone? I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving.

celebrated your birthday alone? I wasn’t alone. I was with my family on the day of; that same weekend my friends and I set off to Zambales for a quick beach trip.

didn't really have a good birthday? No, I had a fantastic one this year.

almost died multiple times? Apart from the time I had a bad fall in the bathroom and could have cracked my skull if not for the instinct of tucking my head, no.

enjoyed reading the Bible? 📖 I never enjoyed reading it and have no plans of touching one again.

danced around your living room? 💃 Sure, a few times.

written in cursive? ✍️ Yeah I practiced every now and then so that my penmanship doesn’t get rusty.

written in a journal? 📓 I have this account. I don’t write in journals because my mom is likely to snoop around.

written in a one-line-a-day journal? 📔 No, I don’t really do that when I have whole-ass surveys to fill out haha.

accidentally dropped a dish and broke it? Not a plate. But just this month my dad and I were unloading groceries when I dropped a tub of mayonnaise LOL. Luckily enough my dad got the one with plastic packaging that day, so the only thing that got damaged was the seal. Had we gotten the variant with glass packaging I would have gotten a mouthful.

went for a walk through the cemetery on Halloween? We went to a columbarium on All Souls’ Day (pretty close to Halloween, so I’ll count it) to visit my grandpa.

not brought your camera with you somewhere, and then wished you had? 📸 Not necessarily but I’ve had my phone die on me when I was at the beach wanting to take photos of the sunset.

discovered a new really good book? Nope.

read a book with a character named Simone in it? I did not.

had a doctor get irritated with you? Nah. I went to a couple dentists this year and they couldn’t have been nicer.

had a doctor not believe you about something? Nope.

broke out in acne all over your face? I had a few pimples show up here and there. I wouldn’t call it a breakout though.

found out one of your friends had COVID? 🦠 Yeah. People are still getting Covid all over the place but it’s no longer as bad or feared about as it used to be. “She got Covid” is just about as scary as “She has a fever” now.

wondered if you had COVID? 🦠 Every time I come home from being in an overcrowded place. Never got it though.

played Mahjong on your phone? 🀄️ I don’t even know how that works, so no.

used a lot of emojis? 🦄 🤪 💃 I use emojis frequently, but always the same ones. I have little use for the majority of them.

wore a cheetah-print mask? Nope.

worshiped God? 💃 Nooooooooooooope.

uploaded some new photos to Facebook? Yes, when Kimi passed I uploaded photos of me and him, photos of his urn, and Cooper and Agi standing beside the urn. I also always uploaded post-concert photos at the end of all of BTS’ online shows this year.

sorted through some old photos on your computer? Yeah, a few times.

wondered why your fridge was making funny noises? It didn’t.

gone for lovely and enchanting walks in the fall? 🍁 We don’t have fall.

wore the same outfit for days? Like, without washing? Eugh, hahaha. No. I do repeat outfits but I make sure it’s been like a month since I last wore a particular top-bottom pairing.

worn slipper socks? I didn’t this year.

gone out to eat with your parents? I took them out for dinner, just the two of them, earlier this year; but for the most part they prefer me to take the whole family out i.e. including my siblings, if I was going to give a treat.

enjoyed looking at your friends' baby pictures on Facebook? None of them have kids.

wondered what one of your friends was going to name her baby? We talk about it all the time.

wished someone would invite you to church, but no one did? Not applicable.

took more medication than you were supposed to when you were in severe pain? Not necessarily but I did take some desperate measures when I was dealing with wisdom tooth pain, pre-extraction. I strapped a cold compress to my face and also rubbed Katinko hoping it would feel numb.

wished autocorrect didn't make so many annoying errors? Well, not really. I just turned it off because autocorrect is an utter bitch when I’m typing in Filipino.

wished your cramps would go away? Don’t we always wish they would, when they do come?

enjoyed having a conversation with a random stranger while waiting in line for something? Not while waiting in line, but whenever I take a Grab on the way to a destination. I always make it a point to make conversation with my drivers because 1) everyone else probably wants a silent ride and I can’t imagine how lonely the drivers feel driving strangers all day, and 2) you wouldn’t believe the amazing conversations that can sometimes come out of those moments.

wished you could see your cousins more? Yeah, especially cousins on my dad’s side. 

thought about how much you used to love church? No.

had a certain traumatic incident keep coming back to haunt you? Not so much, no.

debated trying to get to know your neighbors more? Sure.

not eaten anything sweet on your birthday? This is true! I don’t really like cake, so I never planned on getting one made.

....for the first time ever, since you normally eat cake on your birthday? Nah, I’ve had a few birthdays with no cake.

eaten a lot of mango popsicles? I’ve never even had one.

[cottonfeltgembira]

i want to thank you for addressing the (current) issue with TWST, feels like it’s a new one every week now. i don’t have much to say besides i agree with your stance that YT is shit and it’s SO hard to enjoy the game with all the shit that keeps getting revealed, i was an idiot to expect better from Disney after they released movies like Encanto and Turning Red and getting my hopes up. but i like the idea of essentially curating your own experience: redesigning characters, adding characters, rewriting plots, etc to fix the bad in a way that makes it still somewhat enjoyable. it’s still hard, esp when it’s a hyperfixation, but it’s something ig. on that note, would you be okay with other people following your example and making their own Diasomnia uniform redesigns? i just… really can’t stand looking at them anymore after this lmao. thanks again in advance.

HELLO ANON (*´∀｀*)!! And ouhhh no problem (=^・・^=)!!

Ouwa I don't fink you're stupid to expect better from Disney, however we are dealing with Disney Japan :0c media like Encanto and Turning were made with 1) an international audience and 2) to be family friendly in mind, they're also pretty big projects, twst feels like a small scale project with how it was only opened to Japan for its first year, only adding English translations for a few other regions later (=^・・^=)

Which is to say, it's more so Disney Japan being poor about background checks, twisted wonderland as its core concept definitely feels like a cash grab for me,

gacha free to play mobile game where classic Disney villains are pretty handsome boys? instant money!

And you can tell since their target audience are specifically young girls and young women. They probably decided that since twst wouldn't need any thorough cleaning of anything that could be offensive because it wasn't going to be advertised to an "for all audience" they were probably a bit to lax with picking a director, and it just happened to be the most bigoted one... (=_=;)

Ohh anon you're right!! I think it's the best possible remedy when you find out a media you've grown so attached turns out to be bad or made by a horrible person but you struggle to truly let go, I still enjoy twst but my idea of twst is far FAR different than the actual canon game itself, trying your hand at your own rendition of that media can actually be a lot more fun :]c

And I'm totally fine with it!! Encourage it actually, I'd love to see everybody make their own diasomnia uniforms, hell even do the other dorms if you want (*´∀｀*)!!

[therobynhood]

Get to Know Me

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A LIKKLE CHAT CHAT WITH THE ONE & ONLY

P E T R ÏI C E

{petrïice}

Hey Everyone, I'm so excited to meet you all! This a long time coming and though I'm bubbling with joy at discovering this app; let me properly introduce myself first.

💜 💜

My name is Petrice. I am 20 yrs old with a strong background in the arts. I've majored in vocal music, singing for as long as I can remember. Always loved performing, whether it was playing out my own imagination with family and friends or sharing a stage with peers. However when I wrote I felt like I was emerged in a whole other world.

Writing is my chance to escape the human rituals of socialization, competition, and seek the most pure form of creativity. It's my mojo of getting in tune with my vulnerability, something I struggle with and currently working on. When you share words and spread thoughts and vital information together, a community is grown. You become connected with others like it's telepathically, I see words as a source of power.

So, I hope to use this powerful app and not only create my own world surrounded with you, a beautiful and unique community...but to share my passions and gifts and be encouraged along my upcoming journey.

Share this journey with me as I open up to you guys emotionally, visually, artistically, and so much more. I hope to share my aspirations as I learn to be independent and take action on my dreams, to inspire another black girl to embrace her true self whatever form it may be and be proud. Of our history, and reminding each other of our crowns.

We are royalty. No matter who you are, what you are, how you look like. You are beautiful. A King. A Queen. Naturally perfect. Flaws and all.

Asé.

I'm not sure where life is taking me, currently. However I am passionate in all I do. I will never give up ony dreams, even with as harsh adulthood can be. My last name used to be 'Robinson'. Hence growing through this "breaking out my cocoon" era of adulting changing from caterpillar to future butterfly, I name this page therobynnhood.

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Game Time

And don't worry, we're gonna make this fun. Let's switch up the energy. I love a good game and I think this will be a great way of getting to know y'all and vice versa.

We will be playing...(drumroll please)

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21 Questions!!!

Okay well for the sake of time and I'm sure we are all busy, really ten questions LOL!!!

Let's Begin, shall we??

*Knocking off first for five, for the bonus round y'all can still tag them tho*

1. Petrice Natalee Thompson

2. SCORPIOOOO (sun, moon, Leo rising)

3. Hmmm. Not sure. Okay for starters being a failure/disappointment. Being abandoned or given up on by someone I opened up to the most or want to be proud of me. My nightmares coming to life.

4. Carribean 🇯🇲 meals, poetry, DANCINGGG

5. Physical affection/warmth, bomb natural hairstyle, deep one-on-one talks, high movement activities (skating, track, exercise etc.). Anddddd sensual aesthetic

*5 more at random*

33. Single taken husband complicated lol.

25. OMGGGG YESSS. WITH THE POPO YALL IT WAS MESSY. (Storytime???🤭)

42. Emotional prayer with my aunt.

20. Their outer personality. How much they smile/ how external or internal they are. I love to observe a person first on their personality rather than immediate out side looks. But if we are talking about the outside, I like a warm neutral expression someone who seems interested or notice me first. Attract, not chase lol.

11. I miss having friends🫠. So guys y'all are my new besties now.

B O N U S R O U N D

GET TO KNOW ME TAGGGGG🤭😜

{now it's ur turn!!!!}

The Rules:

Tag a number and let me get a sneak peek into you. I'll answer it in return/tag you back in a repost. (please kindly comment any questions or concerns/feel free to reach out to me)

Now leggggooooooo

This is a safe space. No judgement. Be your self.

Welcome to therobynnhood.

-📖🗝️,

Petrice

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📜2 Corinthians 9:8 TPT

Yes, God is more than ready to overwhelm you with every form of grace, so that you will have more than enough of everything—every moment and in every way. He will make you overflow with abundance in every good thing you do.

📜Habakkuk 1:5 NIV

“Look at the nations & watch—& be utterly amazed. For iAm going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told.

📜Psalm 20:5 TPT

When you succeed, we will celebrate and shout for joy. Flags will fly when victory is yours! Yes, God will answer your prayers, and we will praise him!

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blog rules, clarifications and guidelines 🫶

QUESTIONS: ✨

all questions are welcome! no matter how taboo the topic, i will attempt to answer it as best i can with scriptural backing

please ensure questions are phrased respectfully, i reserve the right to not respond or block if i find it offensive

RELIGION: ✝️

i am baptist, but i welcome discussion from my brothers and sisters from all sects 💗

FEMININITY: 👩

i have themed the blog around pink and flowers - but i absolutely believe these are not the cornerstones for femininity, its just what i personally like!

i do not define femininity by material items or concepts! everyone finds their own ways to express their femininity and embrace their biblical womanhood - and that's okay!

BIBLE: 📖

i use the NIV version of bible, as that's the translation i own, my church uses, and i have grown up using

please remember that all translations are translations

PRAYER: 🙏

feel free to ask for prayer on specific needs either anonymously or openly and i will do my best to pray for you and encourage others in my own life or on the blog to do the same if you would like

just remember that the rules for questions apply to prayer request too!