#whatever the other guy is named Timothy i know that

[sugaroto]

Ok you know what's kinda funny about "Jackson's Diary", or rather "plot twist-y"?

So, ok, imma be honest, when I started the comic I thought it was bl or lgbt or something. Be it the art or the description or the fact that everything I read is gay, I thought this was some kind of enemies to lovers/as magic stuff is going on around the school or something

I really thought the 2 mains were gonna end up together

And I wasn't the only one who thought that cause a lot of the comments were talking about it

But no. Soon you realize they're all very straight, exer is still in love with his ex girlfriend and Jackson kinda gets in a love triangle with exer's ex and the girl exer bullied last year. Also it's set in like- the 80s? Soo. They probably don't know what gay is. (Or they ignore it yknow)

But....

"Wasn't David bi in the canvas version?" said the comments "Yeah he was I think he liked Exer"

So then I'm trying to figure out if he's bi, and some chapters later he's literally making heart eyes around exer but like, in the background

And he's not that important at the time so I'm like oh ok great he's the comedic relief stereotypical gay character?

And exer is like... straight and in love with David's twin sister so nothing will happen right?

Jokes on me

Like 100 chapters later and this is Exer's reaction to David saying they're friends

The gay panic

Had me fooled there honestly

Also ok, I know my post is focused around the gay romance here, but like the comic is really interesting I do recommend it

Jackson goes to a new school and he is the only one who can see some kind of "green magic" messing around with his daily life

Shit happens, he makes friends, he gets into love triangles as I mentioned before (not for that long, thankfully) he gets into fights and makes new friends again

The characters are all very interesting, I was gonna say nice, but then realized half of them are assholes, currently it seems like they're trying to be better people tho

And even though it's set in the 80s it seems most of the main characters were accepting of the lgbt ones (well ok so far 2 people know about it so yknow, ) the only assholes were some bullies literally called Rick and Marty who used gay as a slur or something like 50 chapters ago

Well, and I can't really say anything much without spoiling more, I've already talked enough about their sexualities I'm not telling you what's happening with the green stuff

[makeyoumine69]

Degration kink, choking. Pet name, doll face. Noncon.

Know Your Place

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: If you can't admit you're a slut, Bateman will make you.

CONTAINS: Non-con smut, unprotected vaginal and anal sex, choking, spanking, creampie, mild overstimulation, manhandling, Degradation Kink, pet names, dirty talk, and maybe something else.

WORDS: Less than 1k🥴

A/N: Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like it! 💕

LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [2k CELEBRATION MASTERLIST]

"Where's Bateman?" Timothy Bryce asked another yuppie, shaking the ash from his cigar and eyeing the club — the endless number of blonde bimbos was fucking unbelievable.

"I think he decided to get some privacy with that hot chick," Craig McDermott remarked before taking a drink. "The one we met when we first got here."

Tim, Craig and David exchanged eloquent glances, the haughty smirks never leaving their faces. After all, what could be better than having fun with a pretty girl like you.

A heavy beat of electronic music rippled through the bodies of the dancing crowd, making them look like a perfectly functioning mechanism. Thanks to the club's noisy atmosphere, no one could hear the obscene sounds you two were making behind the doors of the VIP area.

"How many times... do I have to tell you that I hate to see you... argh... flirting with other guys?" Patrick grunted, thrusting brutally into your supple body from behind, almost fucking you into the wall.

"I...I wasn't flirting with anyone," you wriggled desperately in his strong arms, your beautiful cocktail dress crumpled into folds at your waist. "Aww, please ... stop, i-it hurts!"

"Shut up, you liar," he husked into your ear, grabbing your throat and pulling you back a little. "I saw the way you smiled at Paul…" a quick, hard slap fell on your ass, forcing you to whimper and stop twitching for a moment, surrendering to his dominance. "That bastard was eating you up with his hungry eyes!"

Without saying anything in reply, you clung to his solid hips, wrinkling the soft fabric of his loosened pants as the pace became even more violent, your soaked pussy struggling to accommodate his beefy girth that mercilessly ripped you open more and more with each hard stroke.

"Pat-Patrick..." you mewled in a shaky voice as his grip on your neck tightened — the mild asphyxiation almost causing you to pass out, but as soon as Bateman saw your rolling eyes, he pinned you flat against the wall, causing your engorged nipples to rub harshly against the raw surface. "This...this is too much, please...ahhh!"

Another smack landed on your hip, leaving a searing sensation on the sensitive skin. "Pathetic little whore...you can't even take your punishment," Patrick snarled into the crook of your neck, lifting your leg and pulling out with a loud pop. "You wanted to test me," he drew you closer, encircling your throat again as he slid his throbbing dick along your swollen folds, teasing your overstimulated clit and making you squirm along his massive body. "Just admit it ... admit that you're a fucking slut who likes to be fucked senseless," he squeezed your neck, forcing you to look up at him, your wet eyes only eliciting a devilish chuckle from his smirking lips. "Say it!"

"I —" you hiccupped from the relentless friction between your legs as his cock rubbed intensely against your tender flesh. "I'm such a slut...for y-you."

"Louder, doll face," Bateman demanded, poking several times at your swollen pussy, leaving sticky ropes of his warm cum as he slowly pumped himself. "Make me believe you."

"Mmhm ... please use me like your fucktoy," you begged, almost choking from the lack of air and heavy cramps in your womb from the approaching orgasm. "Do...whatever you want to me!"

Bateman couldn't help but snicker at how miserable you sounded. "Whatever I want?"

Biting his lower lip, he aligned his beefy shaft with your tight asshole and before you knew it, he began to sheathe himself into your most intimate area.

"Pat-Patrick, a-awww—" your loud cry of pain was muffled by his ravenous mouth, consuming all of your wanton sounds as he continued to ram into your tight channel, alternating between squishing your throat and fondling it ever so gently. "So big ... It's s-so big!"

Shaking erratically from the crazy mix of pain and pleasure, you clawed at his hand on your neck and arched your back without even noticing while his large palm sneaked down your hip to stimulate your feverish little bud as Patrick sensed your impending climax.

"Uh, my doll face loves to be fucked really hard," Bateman taunted with an arrogant smile, speeding up so that his heavy balls slapped against your ass. "Look at you, so ruined and overwhelmed ... Falling apart from the way I fuck your pretty, tight ass!"

His perfect dirty talk became the final detail of the sinful puzzle, pushing you over the edge and leaving you nothing more than a trembling, wet mess beneath his strong, broad figure as Patrick never ceased to hammer his firm hips into yours, until he had spent himself inside your ass, plugging it with his pulsating dick, but even so, you could feel his warm cum running down between your quivering legs, marking you in the dirtiest and most intimate way.

Slut.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Weekend all :) This one was very fun to review for me. Its one of my fav eps of s1. Such good content for Chenford and Lucy. Non stop goodness from beginning to end. Had to take some screen shots with my phone while watching cause there wasn't a gif for everything. Luckily have new phone so they came out pretty nice. TON of moments and I only get 30 gif/image limit which I hit quickly and felt on this one haha Lets delve in shall we?

1x14 Plain Clothes Day

First off Tim in street clothes? Yum. Gimme. I’ll take that all day. Plus he’s in a Henley too whew lord. What a distraction to have haha Second you can see he’s already fully enjoying himself. Ah plain clothes day. I’m sure Tim has been looking forward to this for awhile. They all look so excited. Lucy is as amped as the other two to make decisions solo. Well that is until Tim opens his mouth.... He is very eager to get under her skin. Asking her what she's looking at? That he's not even there...

You can see the nerves written all over Lucy’s face now. All she wants is to prove herself to him and this is her biggest opportunity to do so. You can see how uneasy she is while the other two still seem psyched af. Oh the amount you will grow in this episode Lucy. You have no idea.

All the T.O.’s start to talk bout their wash out numbers on PCD behind them. Tim saying his is in the double digits by now. 11 to be exact. Tim is an ass and says he’s looking to making it an even dozen today. (Like he would ever actually want that... please Timothy why you always lying? ) Lucy’s discomfort only continues to grow. Poor thing. It’s clearly a tactic to get under all their skins, sadly working on Lucy more so than the others atm.

Lucy is loading up the shop when Tim pulls out an envelope. She sees it has her name on it and asks what he’s doing? Tim informs her that he already filled out her eval. Lucy looks confused as hell saying they haven’t even started yet. How could he possibly have her eval done? Determined to be under her skin and live there today, Tim tells her he already knows how this day will end. So mean good sir so mean..

Lucy is refusing to let him psych her out, but then gets in the passenger side LOL Oh my girl it's gonna be a long day for you haha. He does say Thank you when she leaves the passenger door open for him though ha

Tim hands her the envelope. She is not allowed to look at it till end of shift. I do love her tenacity/confidence after he does this. Lucy has gained back some in this moment. Telling Tim she’s gonna prove him wrong with whatever he wrote about her. As I said earlier she wants so badly prove herself to him. Even if she has to puff herself up in order to do it. Wants Tim to see her bravado before they head out.

Sadly it doesn't last long. Its his mission to rattle her cage as much as possible today. He goes and squashes that confidence out the gate. Because Tim be Tim. The fact that he knows Lucy this damn well is backfiring on her hard. Instead of leaving the garage confident she leaves deflated.

Doesn’t take long for Lucy to find her first criminal of the day. A perv pretending to be a cable guy filming a woman in her house. I do love Tim watch her during it all. The way he silently observes as she handles it. Her taking that guy out with her door was pretty bad ass. Trying right off the bat to show him she’s capable. Lucy is feeling pretty damn proud of herself atm. Caught a pervy guy early on and thinking she has totally got this. That look from Tim is so very telling as Lucy puts that guy in their shop. It's a 'We'll see.' as she puts away their criminal.

Speaking of criminal It should be to look this damn good leaning against a van. Even though Tim is being smug af in this scene, he looks fine as hell just standing there. Ovary explosion for me haha that badge, his Henley riding up over it. *fans self* Eric you’re so attractive it’s not fair haha

Lucy starts rattling off her checklist before they leave. Making sure she's done everything right. Tim is clearly trying to get her to notice the van for which he is leaning on. It’s for more than just looking sinfully delicious. He’s trying to get her to put two and two together and finish this scene up properly. He has his phone in his hands for a reason. Just in case she doesn't pick up on the clue he's trying to emit to her. Lucy senses something but she isn't sure what.

He gives her ‘the look’ the one Lucy has learned and seen for months. The one he gives her when he is trying to get her to think a little more. This is his other way of trying to get her to connect the dots. Now Lucy notices he’s giving her his 'Bradford' look. She just isn’t sure why....

Lucy finally says they’re all wrapped up confidently. That this is a solid arrest. Trying to prove to him she did a good job on her own. Tim pushes off the van as his last ditch effort to get her to notice it. Lucy sadly doesn’t do this or realize what she is leaving behind. Her body language is reading she isn't sure of herself now and no idea why but leaves anyways.

They make it to back to the station and Lucy pulls out the eval when she’s alone. Or thinks she is. Naturally Tim knew she was going to open it early. He knows her like the back of his hand. It’s not the real eval and he catches her. Uses this as a opportunity to tell her about the van she left behind. Tim goes over how she left a treasure trove of evidence on the street. Didn’t process the scene as throughly as she should’ve. Or thought she did. That he saw this coming because he knows everything she is going to do. Lucy panics and checks the pervs phone in evidence and sees he’s texted a friend to get his van.

She rushes back to the scene only to find it gone. Lucy calls it in and finds out it was impounded. Tim had it taken care of for her. Hence the phone in his hand the entire time he was near the van. Teaching her a lesson without actually getting her in trouble for missing evidence. It was a stressful adrenaline rush for Lucy to go back, but she’ll never forget to do that again. She may not think he was taking care of her in the moment but he is. Lucy thinks he’s doing it to humiliate her. She's so frustrated she is lashing out at him.

He explains he did it this way cause she overlooked a massive detail. That he is teaching her to control her environment, be detail oriented and honestly she will never ever forget this. It’s rough for her but like everything else, Tim is challenging her like this because he knows she will rise to the occasion. Lucy wouldn’t have remembered this if he had just handed it to her. She is rattled and annoyed. This is a rough rough start to her plain clothes day.

They move onto Lucy’s next call. It’s for a noise complaint for a dog. Lucy tries to calm the dog down and the dog barks at her. Tim comments this isn’t what he meant by her ‘controlling her environment. ’ The guy Akers is a douche and not good to his dog. Honestly I would’ve wanted to verbally eat him too tbh. I’m with Lucy on wanting to take this guy down. You’re mean to animals something seriously wrong with you IMO. Animal lover in me was rooting Lucy on in this scene. She tells him she's going to make him her 'Personal Pet project' leaving both Tim and Akers stunned.

The way she says that line what a BAMF. Also lets talk about the look on Tim’s face. It’s a mixture of impressed and a little bit of ‘Why am I turned on right now?’ Baha You know he didn’t hate seeing her with some serious confidence after that first crime scene. That attraction for him with her for sure growing in this moment. Sadly even though she feels justified with what she said it comes back to bite her in the ass. She over compensated and threatened the man while trying to prove herself after the van incident. They are called to Grey's office with some bad news.

Akers has decided to call in a rude conduct complaint on Lucy. His way of getting her back for putting him in his place. You can see how visibly upset Tim is over this. Grey tells them he called it in saying she threatened him. To be fair he made the first threat but she’s supposed to be better than him. Being the bigger person always sucks and is never fun. Lucy now faces possible firing and washing out. IA has been notified and Lucy looks devastated.

They go to lunch and she of course is freaking out she’s gonna get bounced. Talia and Tim are talking about it as well. She asks why didn't Tim step in if Lucy threatened the guy. He says its cheating and he is a man of principals after all. Talia is actually very worried Lucy could get terminated. Its then you see that protective side of Tim come out. Saying he won’t allow her to get fired. That this guy is a jerk but there is no way he would let anything happen to her. Plain clothes day or not.

Talia calls him out on that, she thought he was a man of ‘principles’. He of course is going to contradict himself for Lucy. Like in previous ep when Tim said circumstances dictate his actions. Well he’s not going to let this ass hat take her career principles be damned. Any other rookie he would've let wash out. Or even been ok with that. Not Lucy. He wants her to succeed so badly. Everything is different with her. He would go against his principles to save her. That is the thing of importance to note here.

This is the second best scene the entire episode for them. Tim refuses to let his schmuck get her fired. Lucy say's they shouldn't be back here. This guy filed a complaint against her. Tim tells her she's not he is. He’s bending his own rules to save her job. By saying she 'made' the decision to have him save her career. Sneaky sneaky Tim, good way around your own rule.

Lucy recognizes he’s going to bat for her here. That he's had her return them to this house so he can fix it. Tim is going to scrape and claw to keep her from washing out. Even if it means taking on the complaint himself instead of her. I don’t think Lucy has ever had anyone believe in her or protect her the way Tim does. Now at this point in time we don’t know her parents. Or the emotional damage they’ve inflicted upon her. But if you do you can see why this would mean so much to her. It’s a career her parents don’t want for her and were hoping she would give up on, and here is this man who believes in her and is willing to fight to keep her around.

Tim can’t expose too much vulnerability in this moment. So he deflects her appreciation for what he’s willing to do for her. Says if she’s going to be fired it’ll be because of him. The irony of that statement in this moment. Such a small but impactful moment for them. It’s what makes Chenford great. All these small moments that add up to what makes them so damn incredible in first place. That foundation being laid.

The chat doesn’t go in Tim’s favor at all. Acker says he’s going to file a complaint against Tim too. He returns to the car and tells her drive. Lucy notices the dog crying at the garage and pacing. They see blood on it and Lucy says she has probable cause to check. Tim tells her if she’s wrong she will definitely get fired. That this is her call to make though. Lucy doesn’t hesitate in going to check the garage. Acker sees her and tries to stop her.

They open the garage and find the body of his neighbor. Guy tries to take Lucy out. She takes him down easily and Tim looks on impressed as hell with her. Not only for that takedown but her initiative and going with her gut in the moment. She noticed the blood on the garage and knew something was wrong. Then made the right call when the moment called for it. That’s all Tim wanted her to do all day. Trust her gut. He knows she’s a great cop He just needs her to believe that. His goal was to build her self esteem and he did.

This final scene really seals the deal for the building of that self assurance. Tim knows right now she needs some comfort. So he has Lucy read her evaluation. Lucy thinks it’s the end of the road for her so what’s the point? He needs her to know how well she did today. Not the whole day mind you but she was clutch at the end. Lucy is only going to remember what she did wrong today not what she did right. Tim knows this about her. Why he makes her read it. To him it’s not how you start it’s how you finish and she finished strong as hell.

Tim is very attuned to what Lucy needs and when. At this moment in time she needs comfort, and words of assurance. He compliments her for the first time really. Lets her know yeah her day started off really rough. But when the chips were down she didn’t hesitate. She made the right call when it mattered and he knew she would. He is dying for Lucy to see what he see's in her. This scene is the start of that. The start of her believing in herself as a cop. Because when the pressure came at her she was strong, self assured and kicked that situation in the face.

Tim knows this is not the time to hold back what he thinks of her. To put away the tough ass T.O. in this moment. He’s so damn proud of her and wants her to know it. After he's built her up he tries to lighten the moment for her. Makes his little shot of 'Now he has to rewrite the damn thing.' Cause she proved him wrong. He wants to make her smile before her meeting with the Capt. He would never tell her as much but he’s probably so relieved and happy to do re-do her eval. Their foundation is so damn solid I can’t get over it. He believes in her so much. It’s why he pushes her the way he does. I know he thinks she’s exceptional he just needs Lucy to start believing that.

The ending is perfect. The work flirts continue but this time on Lucy’s end. She walks over to Tim and hands him an envelope. Tells him it’s her evaluation of him. Tim tells her that’s not how it works. Lucy replies ‘If you don’t want to read it don’t.’ and cooly walks away. Lucy ushers the boys out before Tim can open it. When he does he realizes it’s their bar tab LOL just like in 1x06 when she steals his wallet he’s too impressed to actually be mad haha such a good episode for them top to bottom.

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Non Chenford stuff didn't really have any. Too much Chenford goodies haha

As always thank you all for your support, likes/comments and reblogs. I can't express how much they mean to me. put a lot of effort into these reviews and the support I get back is incredible so thank you all. I shall see you in 1x15 when I can. :)

[suekreandtheidiots]

Teenage Squad

Any time I get into Hallie and Lance's teenage saga, it probably appears like it was only the two of them plus their friend Cal, but that wasn't at all the case - many others shaped their young lives and I actually have quite a bunch of their classmates on my mind with whom they 'ruled the school' together.

Some of them are these lads. This is just a noseless doodle but I still think they're cute. 😂 They are on their post graduation vacation here. Lance had plans to come with them but once it was certain that his pa would not survive the Summer of 2006, he dropped out and stayed home.

I mentioned Cal here and there already. His full name is Calum Hamish Fitzgibbons (*November 6th 1987) and he was a nice kid, actually. A teenager of his time, with the appropriate brush of occasional overconfidence, because he had the looks and the wit. A lot of his peers just looked up to him... literally, because at sixteen, Cal was already 6'4 ft tall (topped out at 6'7 ft). Cal wasn't bad, he was just spoiled. His parents are quite wealthy and he was used to getting whatever he wanted, without having to put in any effort. That being said, when he was pining for Hallie, he kinda just expected that she would see the light one day, but he never dared to make an actual move to win her over. Partly because he didn't see the necessity, and also because romantic feelings for a friend are an awkward thing sometimes. When she didn't just fall for him like he had hoped, and even picked his best friend over him during his absence, he was raging for several reasons. Being a bad person isn't one of them... but a male (teenage) ego is often a fragile one.

Mark McGrath (*February 7th 1987) had to repeat 8th grade and somehow started hanging out with the cool kids of the year. Mark was a cool, calm and collected fella, never as loud and obnoxious as others, but well, how do they say? Still waters run deep. Mark was the one to ask for "special favours", such as getting weed/speed/acid/whatnot. Mark knew everyone and everything. Mark was the guy one would call if they had to get rid of a body. Mark never judged. Mark just did what had to be done. Mark was... remarkable. There is not much else to say, actually... which is kinda due to the fact that not even his closer friends ever got to know him on a super deep level and just enjoyed hanging out with the easygoing guy he was.

Timothy "Tim" Irvine (*March 3rd 1988) was the good soul of the gang. Very outspoken, not shy to voice his opinions, but where others of the same age just blurted out with whatever came to their minds at the moment, Tim actually thought about what he said. True friend material, always eager to understand both sides in an argument and staying respectful, even when mad. Didn't love what Lance did behind Cal's back while they were away on vacation, but was very willing to cut his friend some slack. Was definitely not okay with the way Cal, Fozzy and Mark wanted to pay Lance back and had a little fall out with them as well. Last person of the former gang that Lance sent a message to ("I'm alright, thanks. Take care, mate!"), after the blow up, and before they all went their separate ways in late Summer 2006.

It's hard to sum up Lowell "Fozzy" Foster (* September 17th 1987) in just a few sentences... he was an experience. Not at all a bad kid either, but... well, let's just say that Fozzy's loyalty and integrity had limits, namely any time he sensed that there could be something in for him, when there was a lass he liked involved... or when doing the right thing was simply too much of a hassle. Aside from all this, Fozzy was a music freak, too, which is what always brought him and Lance back together, despite their quarrels. In the end, Fozzy enjoyed being with his friends most... even if he should've had looked up a thing or two about what friendship actually means, but well. They had all been young and dumb after all.

[emeraldoo]

HEY! HEY!! LOOK AT ME!!

LE MEH!!!

hi, my name is bastion!! i have lots of other names im ok with tho, like bb, b, 8, shiver, weird, etc! im not ok with the nickname EM or EMERALD!

i am a zombie, jumping spider, maned wolf kin and fict kin Shiver from spl3 <3 i am also NOT a minor!!!!!! 18 yrs :•)) im also a rogue of mind!! (homestuck hoe.)

i am a trans male! i use he/xe/it prns! currently questioning my romantic attraction (pretty sure im bi-gay), but i am asexual!

i am the host in the zipties system, a did system!! some of the head mates have their own blogs, which ill tag :•)

i am audhd, gad, ocd, and a general cluster b pd haver!! i also have some delusions from ~an unkown disorder~ so! working thru some stuff still!

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not all of our alters choose to make profiles, and we arent going to force them to make them. if you need to know them, just send a DM or ask

* = written by alter

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MILES (👤): i actually dont know much abt them... they do their job rlly good tho! protector n stuff.. cool! (they/them)

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JADE (🌐): cutey patootie wolf thing! fictive of jade from homestuck andddd yeah!! cool (she/they)

KARKAT/@karkat-cornbread (🔥): fictive of karkat homestuck guy. gets very angry very fast. idk role but yeah. the amgry one ig (he/they)

* DAVE/@karkat-cornbread (🕶️): yea. is this bitch predictable or what lmfao (he/any)

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* EQUIUS (🐎): Yes hello I am Equius I am more active on the cohost but might still use this platform.

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its not rlly. much? the only stuff i rlly care abt is jerks.. if ur a jerkkk (terf, racist, zionist, ableist, antikin, sysmed, transmed, antikink, whatever girl u git the gist....)

i don't have especially strong opinions on most discourse... slurcourse, syscourse, flagcourse, shipcourse... its kinda silly.! so um. whatever.

* (Hal writing.) Our take on pro/antiship is "It doesn't fucking matter". We aren't proship, we aren't antiship, we are just kind of shipping whatever the fuck we want. If you think it's problematic, we most likely won't care. Unless there's a genuine reason to be concerned, don't bother.

exclusionists!!!! i don't like you!!!!!!!!!!!! aphones, panphobes, biphobes, mspec gay/lesbian haters, antixenogender, anti neoprns, whatever! i do not like you at all >:•{

hp fans... you know why :•) please find a better media ..

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[takaraphoenix]

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜ for Magnus and Jace? 👀

So this was supposed to be a smutty prompt but it accidentally turned into just pure possessive/protective Magnus with no smut? Ooops

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A few weeks after he'd started hooking up with Magnus, Jace started to notice subtle changes.

Downworlders he encountered treated him with… recognition, at first. A certain degree of respect even. Not in a 'bowing down before him' sense, but rather… treat him as an equal than just as another Shadowhunter nuisance. He didn't notice at first, it took him a couple weeks.

He only noticed when it became more apparent. When Downworlders, particularly warlocks, started to… there was no other way to put it; to protect him. Like he was one of their own. They had his back, stepped in when someone else was out of line toward him. Which was just bizarre.

It wasn't hard to guess that this was related to Magnus, especially since warlocks seemed the only ones to actively step up for him and that this particularly happened in Pandemonium. He was getting VIP treatment at the club these days, got waved in ahead of the line, the bartender knew his favorites and always served him first. And whenever someone was even a hint of inappropriate with him, someone stepped in like he was a damsel in need of a knight protecting his virtue. It would severely piss him off if he didn't find it somewhat funny, quite frankly.

It was a couple months into it, and into whatever he had with Magnus, that it gave him pause. One particular incident that really struck Jace and left him reeling. He'd been hanging out at the bar, bantering with the bartender, Timothy Jeong, with whom he'd grown closer over the past months, when a warlock sat down, very close next to him, interrupting their conversation.

"Hello, gorgeous," the warlock smelt like alpha and sounded like sleazebag. "What's a pretty omega like you doing here all alone? I think you should go back to my hotel with me."

Jace was used to people hitting on him. Back in the day, he used to relish in that and take pretty much everyone home with him, living a life of hook-ups. Nowadays, he did consider himself taken, even though him and Magnus had never quite put a label on it. Yet what had started out as drunk, convenient hook-ups between roommates felt much different now, three months into it. So while Jace still liked the ego-boost of being hit on, he also didn't hook up with them anymore. He turned toward the man with a pleasant enough smile on his lips – knowing that some alphas could react very testy when an omega didn't immediately fawn over them and Jace would like to avoid causing a scene at Magnus' club. Before he could say anything did Hal Armstrong step up to them – head of security, the biggest, bulkiest alpha Jace had ever seen, tall and bald and with arms the size of Jace's head. If Jace had to guess, he'd say that Timothy must have called for security.

"Is that alpha bothering you, Omega Bane?"

And that was it. That was the moment Jace realized that whatever was going on was definitely more than just a bit suspicious behavior from some Downworlders around him. Omega Bane. It actually took Jace a while to register that Hal was talking to him, and then another couple moments to digest that and try to formulate a reply. Too long for Hal, it seemed, because the alpha was already standing right behind Jace, a looming presence, glaring down the stranger.

"Out of every omega at the club, you really picked the wrong one, pal," Timothy chuckled, casually leaning against the bar. "That's not just the club owner's omega. That's the High Warlock of Brooklyn's omega. If I were you, I would… scram, before Magnus Bane sees you."

Jace blinked repeatedly, looking between the guy who had hit on him, Hal and Timothy. What. The name Magnus Bane did the trick though, because the warlock's eyes widened in recognition and fear, before the man simply ran off. Jace tilted his head and crossed his arms.

"What was that," Jace asked, voice sharp.

"We want you to have a good time here and be undisturbed," Hal smiled at him.

The man looked scary at first glance but really was just a gigantic puppy. Jace heaved a sigh.

"I don't need you to intimidate people who hit on me, Hal. I'm quite capable of shaking unwanted attention myself, you know. This… was not necessary."

Hal faltered, looking like a kicked puppy, and Jace nearly felt bad. Only nearly though, because he really did not appreciate being patronized by alphas. He'd had to fight for everything, every ounce of respect from alphas in the field. To prove that he didn't need saving.

"Look," Jace sighed. "Thank you for wanting to help, I appreciate that, but how about, from now on, you help me when I signal that I need your help?"

"Oh. Okay. Yeah," Hal nodded quickly. "Sure, I'm sorry. I just, Alpha Bane said-"

"I do not need any alpha to speak for me," Jace's voice was final. "Not even Magnus, not even in his own club. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Omega Bane," Hal ducked his head like a naughty child.

And there it was again. Omega Bane. There was a weird sense of pleasure, pride and giddiness bubbling in Jace's chest that he tried to squish. Couldn't think about that right now. Maybe couldn't think about that at all. Because if he thought about that too hard, he might have to confront his feelings for Magnus. And that was something he'd effectively avoided thinking about these past months. Mostly, he admitted, because there was always something else going on – between Valentine's return, Jocelyn's death, the loss of the Mortal Cup, the reveal that he was Clary's brother, the reveal that he wasn't Clary's brother. When was he supposed to reflect on the nature of his feelings for the alpha warlock who had taken him in, became a drinking buddy and then became a convenient hook-up, repeatedly, until it started feeling like more than hook-ups.

/break\

That had been the first time Jace really noticed, but it wasn't what pushed him into talking to Magnus about it. Feelings. He didn't do those, much less talking about those. No, that only happened about a month later, when he'd been on a mission with Clary and Izzy and things had gone awry. Alec was missing. Jace and Alec were a duo, they were so in-sync, they worked as one. Now that Alec was head of the Institute though, he went on far less missions and Jace was still adjusting to that, while Clary was still adjusting to being a Shadowhunter, missing years of training.

They'd been overrun by demons, overwhelmed, got separated. Jace was bleeding profoundly from a slash on his side where one of the four demons he was battling on his own had hit him with its claws. He'd managed to kill two of them at this point, but he didn't know where Izzy and Clary were and he was starting to feel dizzy from the blood-loss. One of the two demons left roared at him and slashed at him again, but Jace wouldn't be Jace if he didn't battle to the very last second of his life. He cut off the beast's hand, causing it to roar in distress. However, it was also distracted, just enough for Jace to try and run. A coward's move, his father would say. A means of survival, his parabatai would say. He made it out of the sewers and toward an alley.

"Oh shit, oh crap you are bleeding, like, a lot," stranger, female voice, panicked. "Wait. You're the. The High Warlock's omega. Oh shit. Hold on."

Jace squinted, trying to make the blurry person in front of him out. The blood loss was getting to him. Someone – this person – grabbing his arm was the last thing he noticed before blacking out.

/break\

When Jace next came to it, it was in a comfortable and known environment. Magnus' bed in the loft. He recognized the soft sheets and the safe scent of his alpha all around him. A hand reached out, brushing his hair out of his face. Magnus' hand. He'd recognize those fingers anywhere. Humming softly, he leaned into the comforting, gentle touch.

"You awake, Trouble?" Magnus' voice was soft. "Do you need anything?"

"Wa… Water," Jace coughed, blinking his eyes open.

The next moment, Magnus held a water-bottle against Jace's lips, helping him drink. Jace's heart was skipping a beat at the gentle care. He was so used to powering through any injury mostly alone, the only one who'd get close enough to take care of him for any extend of time was his parabatai.

"Alexander left about an hour ago. I had a hard time prying him from your bedside," Magnus smiled bemused. "But he was in need of a shower, a warm meal and his own bed. Andrew helped me lure his boyfriend back to the Institute to take care of himself for a change. I'll text him."

"Thank you," Jace heaved a sigh as he tried to sit up, but a stinging pain brought him down.

"Sh," Magnus rested a gentle hand on his chest to ease him back down. "You were seriously injured, you need to lay down and rest more, Trouble."

Slowly, bit by bit, the events that had brought him into this bed came back to him. "Clary and Izzy."

"They're fine," Magnus assured him with the smallest smile. "Couple bruises, broken arm in Isabelle's case, but other than that, no serious injuries."

A deep, relieved sigh as Jace settled into the bed more comfortably. Magnus' bed. It had been two months at least since Jace last slept in 'his' bed – his bed at the loft. Far longer since he'd been back to the Institute. Even after Aldertree had been removed as head, Jace never returned. By then, him and Magnus had already started sleeping with each other and Jace was so comfortable here.

"How did I get here?" Jace asked slowly. "I remember the sewers, but…"

"Phoebe Nightingale, one of my warlocks, came across you in an alley and portaled you here," Magnus looked utterly pleased by that. "It was greatly appreciated."

The High Warlock's omega. Jace remembered hearing those words in the alley. It made him think of the other instances he'd been referred to as such by warlocks. Omega Bane. Jace had ignored it for weeks now. Maybe because he… liked the sound of it. Maybe because he'd gone through yet another identity crisis, gone from being a Wayland to being a Morgenstern to Luke and Clary trying to make him a Fray to… not being anyone, really, because he didn't know who his parents were, just that Valentine and Jocelyn weren't it. He currently had no real last name, not really.

"Why do your warlocks think that I am your omega?"

"Because you are, honey," Magnus raised one eyebrow, his fingers gently tracing Jace's face. "You're mine, and I take care of what belongs to me."

Jace flushed, his head racing at Magnus' words. He'd never dared to ask what they were, but it seemed that Magnus had a pretty clear idea of what they were. Reaching out, Jace took Magnus' wrist to pull him down onto the bed with him and, slow and with a wince, Jace rolled over to snuggle up to his alpha. Magnus hummed pleased, wrapping an arm around his waist.

~*~ The End ~*~

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

Deleted an ask that was wondering why Jimin only ever recommends straight movies. My initial reaction was to reply that no gay I know watches or loves gay movies.

Right now, more than two days later of deleting that ask, I'm still thinking how no gay man I know loves gay movies 😭 This is not about Jimin anymore but about my Personal Opinions and Feelings as well as a general commentary about Life. It just got me thinking that gay men I know would probably say fight club is their favorite movie before even saying something nice about call me by your name.

They do love women in pop tho. That's a very well stablished stereotype for a reason.

As crazy as it might sound, the target audience for movies about gay men is... literally women lol. A huge % being STRAIGHT WOMEN, at that. They're the main audience and they're the ones who spread it all across the internet and make the movies/shows known to other people. There's a reason all those gay movies that have come out in the past 5 years-ish are so "male written by a woman" because that's exactly what they are lol. Written by women, for other women.

I like women but I don't like 95% of movies about lesbians, either. They're all BAD and BORING. Like portrait of a lady on fire? ZZZZZZ or the best thing about blue is the warmest colour being Adele's face and some of their promo photos:

Bottoms is not even meant to be a serious a movie and it's, actually, a better movie about lesbians than most of the "critically acclaimed" lesbian movies.

They try so hard when in reality all we want is just How to Lose A Guy in Ten Days (objectively an awesome movie) Lesbian Version. OHHH and the chemistry. If you've watched how to lose a guy in 10 days you know what I'm talking about. The sparks 💘 These actors in gay roles don't have any chemistry at all between them. As good looking as some might be, they couldn't sell me a pen with their on-screen chemistry.

Chemistry doesn't even have anything to do with sexuality. Straight men can have lots of chemistry between them too. Joe Locke and Kit Connor are both queer but to me their acting is bland and uninspired. While Timothy and the other guy are both straight and I actually liked their chemistry on cmbyn.

My favorite movies haven't changed in 20 years, and pretty much all are straight movies. I didn't watch heartstopper when it first came out because I thought the actors were ugly and I only ended up watching it with a friend when we were both drunk and awake at night (it's a really cute show tho 10/10 for a quick, drama-free, leisure watch). Some of the lesbians movies I've watched, I also watched only because they looked attractive to me. Sometimes it's just okay to want to watch two pretty people kissing and that's it. I won't even get into the fact that gay roles (whatever the gender) seem to go only to straight actors, and maybe, just maybe the content is so bad because the acting is also bad.

[temunitu]

been rewatching tmnt 2012 with my sister (my other siblings joining occasionally) and WOW.

(take everything i say with a grain of salt)

ok so. from the beginning:

season one:

• i liked the build up of having to learn about the villains as they came in. it’s also a bit different because the kraang show up before shredder.

• the mystery of april’s connection to the kraang was enticing.

• I AM STILL MAD ABOUT TIMOTHY. they tried to make donnie seem guilty over it but donnie never seemed remorseful. timothy deserves BETTER OK? he was made out to he just some annoying guy but he wasn’t that bad. also just because someone is annoying doesn’t mean they deserve to get mutated into organs in a tank!!!

• the characterization of the turtles was still a bit rougher than i’m used to (my siblings and i are very close so seeing the turtles act mean for the sake of being mean is really… not my cup of tea).

• the ENDING is what sells this for me, though—when leo stays behind to destroy the kraang/technodrome and it explodes and they think he DIED? not a single tear onscreen. not one. yes there are people who don’t cry normally, and maybe they were in shock, but there’s almost no crying in the ENTIRE show for ANYTHING.

season two:

• ok, mutagen canisters sprinkled all over the city. makes for an easy way to bring in more mutants (they overused this)

• april’s mad. ok, interesting take. hey donnie maybe leave her the fuck alone and stop stalking her???

• krang invasion. ok, interesting. high stakes, new takes. can’t say I’m a fan of new york getting cured with no repercussions but whatever. 

season three:

• interesting, interesting, being in the woods is a nice change of setting

• that one can of mutagen just… continuing the entire plot of the show.

• a FUCKING CAR GOT MUTATED???? what are the limitations of mutation i’m going to scream

• they um… they were just goofing off and having parodies/references to horror movies before the last episode where they just… DECIDE to suddenly get off their shells to train????? because Leo got his ass kicked by a deer??? 

• big dino go brrrrrr

• splinter dies. no tears.

season four:

• a l i e n s

• Y’GYTHGBA AND G’THROKKA MY BELOVED. Y’Gythgba, girl… you can do so much better. what do you see in raph. he can’t even pronounce your name right???

• what the— the wyrm episode didn’t have ANY semblance on plot OR character development??? nobody knows casey defeated wyrm. there’s literally… no reason to have this episode??????

• ok so wait. bishop first meets the turtles ON EARTH like RIGHT before the triceraton invasion. why does bishop know who they are when they go to dimension x??? they went back in time SIX MONTHS

• they had. an ENTIRE. EPISODE. DEDICATED. TO BEING INSIDE MIKEY’S MIND. AND THEY DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING WITH IT????? none of his brothers treat him better. they don’t understand him better now. mikey himself doesn’t change. what is this.

season 5:

• oddly probably one of the more enjoyable seasons because it’s just so ridiculous

• mark hamill. my man. how did they get you for this role.

• why the hell does donnie hate don visioso SO MUCH? is it because his name is “don”? it’s because his name is don, isn’t it

• once again. mikey “dies.” no tears. no tears when he comes back. also why did they take away his powers without testing to see if they really would explode him???? that could be an asset???????

• what the ACTUAL FUCK was the mutant apocalypse arc. they dropped that out of nowhere and then never brought it up again. a mutagen bomb from the kraang but the kraang are nowhere in sight??????????? i have Questions

• monster arc was kinda garbage but the “I can’t find savanti ramiro anywhere i barely managed to track him to this time” “RENET! YOU FOUND ME!” was sorta funny

• bebop and rocksteady my beloved?? 1987 krang and shredder my beloved???? 1987 krang in not one, but TWO booster seats. this one was legitimately funny 

[liverobinreaction]

🎀💌? :)

(from this ask game)

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

haHA jokes on you, if there's one thing I'm not, it's insecure about my writing. I know I'm good at it, and I really love doing it, so it's just. a lot of fun all around. what i especially love is writing emotions, partially because it means I get to use everything i learned as a young undiagnosed autistic kid trying to fit in and understand other people. as a result, it means im damn good at writing emotions! regardless, thank you for encouraging me to compliment myself!! <3

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

so i already did this one here BUT i'm not gonna deprive you guys of my ideas, so here's a snippet from a non-Banshee AU fic i'm writing where Tim gets cancer, and decides to retire to a cottage in the countryside. without telling anyone. at all. currently hesitantly titled: and you know this will be gone in the morning

Dr Pakkala is still talking. She hasn’t stopped since she gently gave him the news, voice sympathetic and serious as she tells him about his options, about treatment and support and recovery rates. Tim, who has always been very good at looking like he’s listening, nods along.

The truth is, he’s been expecting something like this for a while. He’s read the journal articles. You don’t get as far as he has in life without doing research.

It turns out that those who survived the Clench have a higher chance of developing stomach or ocular cancer due to a strange reaction between the antidote and damaged cells. It’s rare and there are only a handful of cases, but when he told Dr Pakkala about his symptoms and his prior infection, her face had gone serious, and she began ordering a new slew of tests.

Several scans later, he was signing consent forms for a biopsy.

A week later, and he has his answers.

He always expected to die in the field. Would have welcomed it in fact, because outside of his nightly activities, there’s not much to say about Timothy Drake. As stubborn as he is, Tim lives to be useful. To assist however he can. He’s moulded himself into different shapes and forms for this purpose, even when the ones he’s doing it for would really prefer he didn’t.

It turns out being useful takes up a lot of space though, and beyond that, well. There’s not much room for anything else in his life. Being useful is pretty much all he has.

Stomach cancer is not useful. Stomach cancer means liability.

Stomach cancer means quitting jobs and taking time off, which then leads to questions, and that means he has to tell the Bats. Sure, he might currently be on frosty terms with them after the whole Captain Boomerang debacle, but he really, really does not want to deal with whatever fallout would result from him having cancer.

Dr Pakkala keeps mentioning his chances with stage three stomach cancer as ‘fairly decent’, and it makes him grimace.

“It’s not stage four yet, Mr Jacobs,” she repeats, and he gives a dutiful nod at the sound of his alias. The name is bland and unassuming, but he’s not going to take any risks, not even in a San Francisco hospital.

He leaves Dr Pakkala’s office with an appointment with an oncologist in one hand and various pamphlets in the other. He tosses them all the moment he’s on the street, and hacks into the hospital database to cancel his upcoming appointment as he takes the subway back to one of his safehouses. He doesn’t call the Waynes or his teammates.

The thing is, it doesn’t really matter what stage his cancer is in. Either he goes through treatment and survives, or he doesn’t. No, what matters is the fact that ultimately, Tim is going to have to stop being Red Robin. For good, most likely. Because even if the cancer does go into remission, he’ll always be at risk, he’ll be weaker and more prone to sickness.

He will be a liability.

Tim would rather have a clean break and disappear than become a liability to the Bats. His distance from the family won’t mean anything if they feel some sort of obligation to him, and if there’s anything he hates, it’s knowing when he isn’t wanted, but being unable to leave. Beyond that, he can’t stand the idea of them fussing, looking at him with pitying or cold eyes as he slowly rots into something unrecognisable. It’s not even a matter of pride; Tim just doesn’t want anyone to see him at his absolute lowest.

There’s a nice cottage in Vermont that he bought through a long string of proxy buyers, shell corporations, and some good old identity fraud. It’s as close to Batproof as possible, and that's good enough for him.

[jnixz]

Tell us about Jimothy Cruller and Ford both >:3

Alrighty folks for those who haven't had a glimpse,

BEHOLD

Jimothy Grayson Cruller

His father, Marvyn Cruller, tried deciding between the names James and Timothy-- ending up with just picking both. In a name merger manner.

His mother, Jodie Cruller, thought her husband was hilarious. She added in Grayson as her son's second name.

Jimothy is extremely normal and very chill as compared to his adopted brother, Ford Cruller. An average guy with a good heart, who is more or less nonchalant about whatever adventure manages to be attracted to his little brother.

He is a farmer at some rural town, occasionally a carpenter helping out with some construction at the town.

He had been taught how to carve wood by his father, and in turn taught Ford how to do the same. He likes to make furniture and little toys more than Ford, who likes making sculptures and other knick knacks for fun.

A really friendly fellow that is like the grandpa to the kids at his town. He sometimes get names of things mixed up and just calls them all kinds of nicknames.

Likes hats and tends to have them on his person unless the situation is dire.

Knows how to play the guitar and harmonica. He would teach you if you'd like.

His mindscape would be a wheatfield with wooden buildings that are slightly elevated on stilts. There are chimes and harmonica played by the wind when passing by the structures. Its like and open world area but completely loops back to the same place if you go too far in one direction. It only really changes when you go inside a building.

Most of these I've shared to Owl already, but now its out here so the rest of ya'll enjoy.

I've got like, 2 versions on what Ford's backstory might be and this one is the more AU-ish one I suppose. For reasons, mostly because I thought the rural town I mentioned here is close to a pretty active cryptids area, which I'm like, fortifying as an actual thing in my own more self-indulgent lore version of psychonauts.

Oh and he'd be a character ruminating in my mind when thinking about psyn show ideas minor characters cast or something heh.

[just-bible-musings]

It's always one extreme or the other in this world, ain't it? On the one hand, you've got the Christians who, for all appearances, seem to bait liberals into arguments just for the fun of arguing. And on the other hand, you've got the Christians who preach the Love Gospel and attend pride parades allow just anybody to have positions in their churches.

I've mentioned before (and on some of my other blogs) that I don't believe that Christians should be attacking gays, picking fights with them, calling them names and making jokes, etc. But I abhor those who condone them and support them.

What sparked this post? An interview on a Christian music radio station earlier this week with somebody talking about Gen Z and how fluid they are in everything, how they think everything can and should be changed. This guy (I don't remember his name, but I guess he was some well-respected Christian writer or some such thing) didn't specifically suggest allowing gays to have positions in church, but he did suggest that the kind and loving thing to do is to allow Gen Z to serve in the churches in official positions, despite their beliefs on fluidity.

I'm sorry, but I cannot agree with this line of thinking. There are certain things in the Bible that God specifically calls a sin, and rebellion against the gender He made you to be is one of them, whether you're gay, or trans, or bi, or whatever. "...male and female created he them" (Genesis 1:27).

I believe I have said this before, and if I haven't, I'm saying it now: following Christ is NOT about "being good"! It's about being what God made you to be.

Look, I know people don't want to believe this. We all- myself, included- want to believe we have control over our own lives. We do not! God created us! He is omniscient, He knows where the world is going, He knows what is going to happen, and we don't. And He created each of us with specific skills and abilities (and weaknesses) that will allow us to cope with the world and with the events that will happen in our lives. And some of those skills and abilities go along with our gender.

I could go off on a whole bunch of tangents on this, but right now, I just want to make this clear: God says that your gender and your sexuality are not up for debate.

Sin is not just what you do, it's a mindset in which you believe that you know better than God. Satan, at some point, convinced a gay/trans person that they should be a different gender than what they are, and they believed him. Believing a lie about who and what you are and the purpose for which God made you- that is the very definition of sin. Anything that steers you away from what God made you to do, that is sin.

Going back to my original topic about Christians condoning homosexuality and allowing them to work in the church:

First of all, I am NOT saying gays shouldn't be allowed in church, as in, attending church. Never, ever, EVER do anything to convince someone they are not allowed to draw closer to God. There are severe consequences for those who try to push people away from God (Luke 17:2).

HOWEVER, there are limits to what people should be allowed to do in church. Many of the epistles, especially Paul's letters to Timothy and Titus, had guidelines for deacons and pastors, and I believe similar guidelines should be applied to anyone serving in the church, whether they be nursery workers, kitchen staff, or the person who scrubs behind the toilets. The church is God's house. Serving in the church, in any capacity, is serving God. If you are not serving God in every area of your life- or at least trying to as best as you understand- then you should not be serving in His house.

I'll give you an example, one that does not involve anyone identifying as LGBTQ. When I was looking for a church after I came to Jesus, one of the first ones I tried was very small and very legalistic. At the time, I didn't fully understand legalism, I just thought they were trying their hardest to follow the Bible. Yet they had a member of the church, a married man, who was known for touching women inappropriately. Like, the whole town knew about it and warned people to stay away from that guy (or from the whole church). The pastor and his wife kept saying that they talked to him about it. But the last I knew, that guy was still there. I only went to the church a few times before I decided I couldn't handle their hypocrisy and I left. Oh, and did I mention that the creepy old guy also had quite a bit of money? Yeah. It was one of those churches.

Even so it is not the will of your Father which is in heaven, that one of these little ones should perish. Moreover if thy brother shall trespass against thee, go and tell him his fault between thee and him alone: if he shall hear thee, thou hast gained thy brother. But if he will not hear thee, then take with thee one or two more, that in the mouth of two or three witnesses every word may be established. And if he shall neglect to hear them, tell it unto the church: but if he neglect to hear the church, let him be unto thee as an heathen man and a publican. Matthew 18:14-17

This is Jesus' commandment on dealing with people who willfully sin and refuse to stop. 1 Corinthians 5 goes into further detail on how to deal with willful, deliberate sin within the church.

This, btw, only applies to the church. 1 Corinthians 5:11 says not to eat with fornicators (sex outside of marriage, and since God's rules for marriage are specifically one man and one woman, this includes homosexuality), extortioners, or idolators. The rest of the chapter lists other traits to avoid. But remember that Jesus ate with sinners. So what makes the difference?

The difference is that God called His people to be separate and holy. We are to love the people, but not to join ourselves to them. "Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness?" (2 Corinthians 6:14) We have to interact with people from all walks of life- not only as part of daily living, but also to witness and testify to them about Christ. Be we are not to be a part of them, or them a part of us. If someone is know to be willfully living in sin- whether they are gay, drunkards, creepy perverts, or shoplifters- we are not to call them our brothers and sisters. The entire church is unified through the Holy Spirit, and God cannot unify Himself with sin.

People always want to talk about how loving Jesus was, but everyone forgets about this part:

And he taught, saying unto them, Is it not written, My house shall be called of all nations the house of prayer? but ye have made it a den of thieves. Mark 11:17

And when we allow people into our churches who are willfully sinning against God, we are the ones turning His house into a den of thieves.

[cobycobsy2k]

Alternative, Season 2 Episode 11: "Not looking back"

Pleasantview, Goth Family Mansion

A small gathering was taking place between the Goth and Pleasant families; On the one hand Mortimer, Bella, Mary Sue and Cassandra were talking about the possible future Divorce between Don and Cassandra, since Cassandra had begun to take an interest in a certain Timothy Riley, while Don, Daniel and the children were talking outside the Mansion

Bella: Cassandra, don't you think this is a little unfair to the children?

Cassandra: I don't think so besides, Timothy is a single dad, he has a little five year old girl! Ella and Adam would love to meet Timothy!

Mortimer: :Cassandra is Right, my dear! Don has done nothing but bring us misery and sadness.

Mary Sue (a bit uncomfortable): Well Cassie, I would recommend that you try to talk to both Don and the Children... Ellie is obviously too attached to Don

Outside the Mansion, Daniel and Don were talking as they watched Angela, Lilith, Ella and Adam play.

Don: Dan, I swear I've seen Cassandra acting so weird lately, she's usually late from work and doesn't even speak to me or there are days when she totally ignores me...

Daniel: I think maybe she's mad at you... Or possibly, she's... cheating on you

Those words resonated quite a bit in Don's head.

Don: How could that be possible!? I've totally changed because of her!! I don't even go out with my colleagues at work anymore, I haven't been unfaithful!

Daniel (Calming down his friend): Don, whatever is going on, please stay calm... Hey, and that guy with that girl, who are they?

In the distance came no one else and no one less than Timothy Riley and his daughter Sally Riley, who looked friendly at Don and Daniel, who looked at him in confusion.

Timothy: Hello Gentlemen! My name is Timothy Riley and this is my lovely daughter Sally, do you know where Cassandra is?

Daniel: Nice to meet you Timothy, Cassandra is in the mansion...

The brown haired man kept walking, intriguing Daniel and Don. Upon entering the Mansion, Timothy was greeted by a kiss from Cassandra.

Cassandra: Hi Tim! I'm glad you came love!

Timothy (Stroking Cassandra): I can't wait for us to live together. Are you going to get rid of that Don today?

Cassandra: Yes Honey, I really can't believe I've lasted 13 years with him!

The two were kissing without caring that there was someone else watching them, those people were Ella and Angela

Ella: Mommy, Angela and I are... Mommy!?

The little girl looked surprised at the scene and began to cry, drawing the attention of the others, who went to see the scene.

Don: Honey, what happened to Ellie?

Ella (crying): I saw mom kissing with that man!

This surprised Don, who started arguing with Cassandra

Don: How dare you do this Cassandra!? 13 years of marriage and this is how you fool us all!?

Cassandra: Look who's talking, the Casanova from Pleasantview, Don Lothario! Who had the nerve to cheat on me with a maid on our honeymoon! I'm sick of all the shit you put me through Lothario! That's why I will divorce you!

Timothy: Could you guys calm down and sit down for a moment, please?

Daniel and Mary Sue: You stay out of this business!

Angela: Mom, Dad! Please don't fight!

The adults were fighting over all the fuss Cassandra and Timothy made, in the end, Don and Cassandra agreed to get a divorce as soon as possible.

[the-acid-pear]

Dreams tonite were actually remembered let me write down what I gathered

Earliest I can remember is a scene from what was Up 2. I didn't know it was Up 2 for a bit bc i was watching the movie in chunks (unsure if on or off camera). The protagonist was a woman this time, maybe Ellie, and she didn't look that old but she was dressed like a grandma with a cloth over her shoulders hunched back and w a cane.

When she tried to go up the stairs to her house (she was in a hurry) they broke and like monster house it was like they were trying to eat her. She was w a boy, anywhere from teen to young adult, who was holding her trying to pull her out. She even was completely submerged at one point.

She did make it inside the house tho and there were like 15 minutes left but I just didn't feel like finishing it despite finding it very enjoyable.

I think I was off at school now. We were gonna get a special class but I was sent off elsewhere. So now I was sitting on the side to a therapist's office. Middle top there was a desk with the professional and two chairs in front and to the side past the door there was I laying in the therapist couch™ just chilling with my phone as these people came and went. At least 2 did before Tim Burton showed up. His name sounded way longer tho so maybe they called him Timothy Burton or something.

Dude looked a bit more pale and disheveled but he had the black curly hair and beard. He was also pretty tall. And also very fucking awkward about the fact some guy he didn't know was in the room as he went to therapy (he was with someone else too I think he was being dragged here). He did say hi to me shyly waving a hand and I said hi twice bc I'm awkward like that. I thought of asking him for an autograph not bc i gave a fuck about the guy but bc i mean might as well you know? But then I didn't and was allowed to leave.

Outside I met with a shit ton of old faces. For starters there was my first BF from primary school who was having a meltdown because they tried to teach him about sexualities, but there was also the Bully™ also from primary school (he stuck longer than the first guy) who was just puking red, idk if it was blood but bro was going thru it. But I also looked my former bestie in the eye and spoke to her and she told me in the room another bestie of mine one with whom I didn't have a bad falling out had been in the class and I got really sad bc i loved that girl and I wanted to see her.

We then got lead to a big field. Reality and fiction mixed idk if I was back in the movie or not. I don't remember this as clearly. I complaint about the surroundings coloration. I met with two men outside. I stole two different pairs of sunglasses, second from a bat man (like the rusty lake guy, he was asleep).

Then I was with my class. And we were tasked to remake some... Buildings we'd written about before.

They made us run towards a wall full of boxes with clothes where we'd pick whatever we needed most, except as I looked around them not finding anything I needed (I wanted something masculine) I realized these were all clothes from my grandma. Complaint to myself about my dad not telling me where they were before.

I went inside of a warehouse. I was looking for art supplies. Many people were working on wood. There were half finished chairs on a table. I didn't know what I wanted

With another guy we found in a shelf pens inside a pencil case, and for some reason he was removing them one by one. Bro spilled some liquid paper (LICUI PAIPER) on my black puffy jacket. I was upset

I walked past a now SECONDARY school classmate. Not a friend, but the third wheel of the big brain sisters. She was killing it with her design.

Then a primary school guy again, a good friend. Good aside from us being extremely toxic that is. We made each other worse. Anyway his thing was flat and ugly it was just a sea with a little island and and even littler palm tree or perhaps human. I laughed really hard because I remembered this was what he had originally written in an act of laziness, and I loved it. He was actually touched by the fact I remembered such a thing and thanked me.

I went outside. Outside they didn't let me touch my notes, in fact, they took them away. The 2 men were now 2 teachers, I'm sure women. I was frustrated. I kept thinking of other things I'd do and after failing really hard to draw an arm I decided actually I'm not going to fucking do this.

And then I woke up

[matthenslee]

A thought about prayer...

"Never was a faithful prayer lost. Some prayers have a longer voyage than others, but then they return with their richer lading at last, so that the praying soul is a gainer by waiting for an answer." – William Gurnall

Rarely have I prayed and received an answer instantaneously. In fact, I could probably say never. This quote reminded me of that, though, because sometimes answers to prayer come much, much longer than others. After all, sometimes God answers "no" or "not yet." Maybe you've been praying about something for a hot minute––wayward child, job situation, sickness...you name it. Can I share something from my devotional with you?

As I was thinking about that quote this morning on the heels of Christmas, I reflected on something. Many gifts were given and received, and I started thinking about an answered prayer in light of a gift. Now, I'm the hard-to-buy-for kinda guy who buys whatever he wants on Amazon or wherever throughout the year, but Rebecca had a gift she was exceptionally happy about giving.

I didn't know what it was. Had no idea. I was even bribing the girls, who knew what it was, to tell me what it was. They wouldn't budge––not even for $100. The shape of the box gave me no real clue, either. I was befuddled, but she was so excited to give me that gift!

Anticipation rose as we approached Christmas, and more-so because Reb asked that it be one of the last gifts I opened. OH COME ON! Ha! And yeah, we're one of those one-gift-at-a-time kinda families. So, it felt like I may get raptured or die of old age before I got to open that thing. Anyway, the time finally came, I opened it, and my jaw hit the floor (pictured below).

Maybe answered prayers are like that sometimes. That "not yet" that sure might seem like a "no," or might tempt you to think He's not even listening...but He is. And God's Word promises that He does answer––in His time, in His way, according to His will.

Maybe knowing that answered prayer to come is a gift may give you a little more joy as you pray, as you wait. And maybe, in the waiting, He's doing something in you, too. Believer, trust God. Pray and pray some more. Pray big prayers. Wait expectantly.

Consider: 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18; Matthew 6:5-13; Hebrews 4:16; James 5:16; Philippians 4:6-7; 1 Timothy 2:1, etc.

[eddsworld-enchanted-era]

~Somewhere to stay.~

(base by the ever-incredible EddsWorld-Base on Deviantart, can be found here!)

(tw for alcoholism mention, and general angst.)

"So, yeah..." Tom says awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck, "I was uh... wondering if we could stay here for a few nights."

"Well, I don't see why you couldn't," Sharpay begins with a smile, "We have a spare room, and-"

"He absolutely canNOT." Tim interrupts, glaring at the only other eyeless man in all of Europe, "Not after everything."

"C-Come on, Tim... I thought we put all that behind us!" Tom stutters as he attempts to reason with his brother, "It's... it's been years, th-this is really important, a-and I, well... I..."

"...I missed you..." he murmurs, barely audible as he glances away.

"Oh, you missed me?" Tim sneers, "Of all the people in the world, my lowlife drunk of a brother, who threw his entire career away in one night, who never wanted to see me again, that's the guy who misses me? Give me a damn break."

"I... you... it..." Tom fumbles for words, silent for a moment before he finds his voice, "It wasn't that I never wanted to - it's that you left me in the fucking dirt when I needed your help the fucking most, Timothy." he growls out the name of his more successful twin, "We were supposed to make it together. You weren't supposed to just walk away because I picked up a little drinking habit that you couldn't handle because it ruined our perfect, squeakly-fucking-clean image!" Tom raises his voice as he speaks, shouting the final few words.

"It wasn't a little habit - you damned near took me down with you!" Tim gestures with air quotes around 'little habit', voice taking on a mocking tone for a moment, "What was I supposed to do? Sacrifice myself for some loser who couldn't make it half a show without passing out? There was a reason I split off to do my own solo act!"

"It would have only been a little habit had you the mind to stop me!"

"Well maybe I didn't want to stop you!"

"What, would you be better off if I drank myself to death?!"

"Maybe I would be, you worthless alcoholic bastard!"

"Fine! Then maybe I will! This stupid world doesn't need saving anyway!" Tom shouts as he begins to storm away.

He is stopped as someone grabs his hoodie.

"Wh-" he can't finish the sentence as he's yanked into the house.

"You can stay." Sharpay says with a warm, friendly smile, pulling Tom close to himself, letting go of his hood to gently drape an arm over the man's shoulders, before he turns to Tim, only saying one word to the guitarist.

"Out."

"You can't tell me to leave, I live here!"

"And I'm the one paying the rent." Sharpay sighs, "So you can simply get over yourself and act like an adult, or you can leave."

"Psh, whatever." Tim scoffs, walking away, "Not like I want to be here anyhow."

Edd just kind of stands there, having been naught but a helpless spectator, before finally speaking up with a cough "...Should I... uh..." he pauses, at a loss for words, "You know..."

"No, no, it's okay! You can stay here too!" Sharpay gestures for Edd to come closer, smiling as though nothing had occurred, "I know you've been so eager to see Ded again, after all!"

"No offence, but how did you know? Did he tell you or something?"

"No, I've been spying on you." Sharpay deadpans, before snickering a little, "Of course he told me! He hasn't piped down about it since you called!"

"I mean... I can't blame him. It has been five years, after all." Edd shrugs a bit, stepping inside and shutting the front door behind him, "You got any coke in here?" he asks as he looks around.

"Nah, but we do have that... Mr. Salt? Or whatever it's called." Sharpay states idly, "But I could go out and-"

"It's alright, I can deal with Dr. Pepper." Edd smiles, while it hadn't been his favourite soda, he'd take most anything as substitute - just as long as it wasn't Pepsi.

He walks off to the kitchen, leaving Pay and Tom alone.

"And as for you..." he begins, a sly smile slowly spreading across his face "I'm not done with you just yet."

"Wh... what does that mean?" Tom asks cautiously.

"Whatever you want it to mean, dear." Pay grins, "I am the host, after all - and it's my job to make a guest feel welcome in my holes- my home."

[marudny-robot]

JayTim AU time~

Okokokok.... So. Based on THIS post. @glaciya

However, I think that Jason and Tim recognizing each other in that moment would be... too fast (and bit boring).

So, instead, imagine: it’s 11pm or whatever late hour in 24/7 supermarket of your choice and one of them (Jason, let’s say) bumps into this asshole who can’t drive their cart without annoying others (and let’s ignore that Jason, as tired as he is in the moment, probably also can’t do this). And not only that, but this asshole is also taking the last box of whatever Jason needs.

Wow. What an asshole! you may thought, as Jason at this moment.

But, it’s of course, late, so instead of thinking how to take that box (or what else get for dinner), Jason’s mind starts thinking ‘when was the last time I saw such an annoying asshole?’

There were many examples in Jason’s mind, but the most prominent one was this one guy he dated 300 years ago or so.

Well, the guy he dated was grade-A asshole, but like... in a cute way. It was a charming part of his personality. And Jason wasn’t better, honestly. No wonder people didn’t like to invite them both to the parties unless to stir some drama.

Why did he and Timothy broke up again? Ah, right! Jason had enough of..

“...constant lies and secrets and fucking rushing into danger, like sure! Ignore that I almost have heart attack every time you take out your stupid saber with that stupid sexy smile....”

“Um, excuse me?”

And it takes a moment for Jason to realize 1) someone is standing in front of him, 2) that someone is talking to Jason, 3) Jason might have spoke his thought aloud.

But he ignores all those realizations in the face of NEW realization: 4) that asshole guy (because that was the previous asshole that spoke to him) looks like someone Jason knows.

The guy is glaring at Jason, his lips thinning as if he were holding back from cursing Jason on the seven seas or something. Honestly, he only needs a saber by his hip and that stupid earring in his right ear - wait the guy also have the same stupid earring? ok then - and he would look just like...

“...Tim?”

The guy’s eyes widen in surprise for a moment.

“What? No. Fuck, no.” The guy - not Tim apparently - goes back to glaring. “Could you, just, move aside so I could take the box behind you? Thanks.”

Jason moved aside and didn’t bother the guy anymore. However he couldn’t stop looking at him. Not because Jason was interested in dating him (...maybe a little, the guy was attractive, after all), but because he really reminded him of his ex.

And... well, fuck. He’s really going to start thinking about his old relationship by the frozen isle? Fitting. He could grab a frozen pizza or two and some cheap wine to that. He used to drink with Tim and look at the stars with him on Tim’s fucking ship. Or sometimes it was a beach.

Jason’s sighs. He‘s starting to miss the guy.

For all the lies and secrets he had, Jason wasn’t better. But they were both to stubborn and so they often fought.

In the last moment, Jason decides to take another cheap wine. He doesn’t know where Tim died (or if he even had a grave), but maybe his soul or whatever would appreciate if he drank in his name?

Or maybe it would be too busy calling him a hypocrite. After all, it’s not like he shared with Tim that he was an immortal.

--

(ok, it’s enough of spontaneous writing for now, have the rest of this AU in points:)

Tim goes back to his home and ends up telling Steph about his encounter with some rando who looked really similar to his dead lover from 300 years ago.

“Maybe it WAS your lover?” “Steph, I told you many times that I know that my asshole of a lover died in the enemy’s hands”

“...maybe it was your lover but reincarnated?” “Steph, just because you and your wife ends up reincarnated and meeting each other in each and your every life does NOT mean that everyone is like that!” “...But didn’t you said that he called you Tim? And looked as if he wasn’t really processing how he knew that info?” “...”

“...So do you want to date your reincarne-” “STEPH!” “I’m just asking! And you said he looked hot! And didn’t you mention numerous times that if you had the chance you would try again with him?” “...”

Also, few days later:

Steph is in her bookclub meeting, talking with Jason. No, Tim doesn’t ‘know’ Jason, but Steph knows him trough this bookclub. They became friends fast when they accidentally discovered that one of them is immortal and the other remembers their past lives (aka, they are aware of supernatural or something along those lines).

“You know what Jay? My other friend met recently someone who might be his reincarnated lover. We don’t know yet, as he has no way of contacting him, but he must living somewhere nearby.” :)

“Really? That’s funny, because I recently met someone who might be my reincarnated lover. But I was too surprised and now also have no means of contacting them. Guess I’ll have to wait until I bump into them again.” :)

“Wow, really? That’s weird. And my friend said just because it happened to me and my wife it doesn’t mean it happens to everyone” :)

“Well, tell your friend that with that attitude his reincarnated lover will end up avoiding him at all cost :) Changing the topic - do you want to help me finding my reincarnated lover?” :)