I’m a very logical person, and I believe most things can be explained through science, but I’ve had a few experiences that I’ve had trouble explaining to myself–moments my body tells me has happened, but my mind tells me should not have. I guess, according to sixpence, they’re called “glitches”.
As I said, I’ve had a few of these experiences, but most of them have been fractions of seconds long. I’m not superstitious or overtly paranoid, but last summer, on a cruise with two of my cousins around my age, something happened that I haven’t quite been able to shake.
It was our second night on the ship, and we thought it would be funny to run around causing havoc, in a real “Leonardo Decaprio sticking it to the upper class in Titanic” sort of way. We found our way to the richer levels, and laughed our way down elaborate hallways with beautiful lighting. While walking (or rather, stomping) we discovered that each door had a doorbell. These halls were different from the rest of the ship in that they were long and dead-ended. This meant that when we decided to ding-dong-ditch everyone, it required that one person stand at the end of the hall, then sprint to the two waiting at the exit while slamming their hands on each doorbell. After much discussion, we decided that my boy cousin was faster than both of us, and would be less likely to get caught.
After a few seconds of preparation, my cousin and I danced on our feet, watching him speed through the halls, itching to run from our self-inflicted trouble. When he got to the end, a large man stuck his head out of his fancy door, and after watching us giggling and pressing more doorbells, decided to chase us. There aren’t many places to hide if you get caught on a boat, so an unspoken consensus was made that we would need to run fast enough to not be recognized.
We sprinted down levels and levels of stairs, until we reached a landing with no where to go, except for into the endless hallways. Now the hallways were set up so that if you kept running in one direction, you would go in circles, but each landing had an exit to the left and an exit to the right. We knew we had a few seconds to debate which way to go, but for the first time that night, I disagreed with them. I thought it would be more faster to get to our room if we went to the left, and they thought the same of the right. We didn’t have time to debate and agree, because we soon heard yells and stomps from the stairs in front of us. Without thinking, we split up. I pulled out my timer, just to prove without a doubt that my way was faster, and began sprinting, quickly finding my way towards our room. My timer, which I screenshotted, said 1 minute, 34 seconds. I entered the room smugly, convinced I had beat them.
When I saw my cousins talking closely when I entered, I was disappointed. When they saw me, they were shocked. They had been discussing what to say to my grandma about me getting caught by the man. To them I had been gone for over an hour. To me and my phone, I had been gone for 1 minute, 34 seconds.
The next half hour was spent debating how long I was gone, the games with the doorbells before were completely forgotten.
Everything except for my timer and my mind tell me that they were right, but I know what my phone says, and I know I would not have been able to continuously sprint for over an hour.
That night I lay awake, trying to convince myself that they were right, but I knew how long I had run for, and so I kept asking myself: where was I for the other 58 and ½ minutes?
Harry turned around as soon as he heard the bathroom door
open. He could feel his eyes widening at the sight of you. With your blue floor
length dress and hair up in a loose bun, you looked unquestionably breathtaking.
You were heading for the celebration dinner of Harry’s movie, but Harry felt
like he would be nothing there compared to the goddess standing in front of
him. He couldn’t help it, he walked towards you with long strides, smashing his
lips with yours and whispering,
“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous.”
Your cheeks glowed with color as heat rushed up your neck.
You smiled in gratitude before remarking,
“I think I should be the one saying that.”
Harry jokingly flipped his hair before replying,
“Yeah, I know, I’m very pretty.”
You two let out a laugh before your lips collided once more.
“How ‘bout we ditch the dinner an’ put on some of our own entertainment
t’night?” he smirked, proud of his word play.
“Wish we could darling, but everyone’s gonna be there for
you, yeah? Can’t leave them hanging.” You replied.
He hummed in response, well aware that he couldn’t ditch the
party being thrown for him. You two headed out for the car parked outside. Your
hands were tightly intertwined with Harry’s, and the two of you couldn’t have been
more content at the moment.
Once you arrived at the destined place, the screams of the
crowd and paparazzi increased in volume. The two of you were scurried out of
the car by Harry’s event organizer. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist as
the two of you headed towards the fancy restaurant.
Strutting towards the door, you two looked, and felt, like
the ideal couple. However, your little bubble of happiness was soon burst apart
as Harry started getting questioned by an interviewer. He seemed nice, and the
pair of you didn’t mind.
Yet, soon the questions started getting directed towards you
as well. Caught up in the blissful heaven of the situation, you barely noticed
as you accidentally spilled out information about Harry working on his solo
Harry had previously decided to keep his solo music career a
secret for the time being. Lots of conspiracies came along with the rumors, none
of which Harry wanted to face. He had instructed you not to inform anyone about
it either, and he knew that he could definitely trust you. You had gone to
extremes to keep it a secret, there had been several times when it was so close
to being revealed but you did one thing or other to safeguard your beloved
But this once, caught up in the happiness of the situation,
and the feeling of being in Harry’s arms, you hadn’t even noticed the words
tumbling out of your mouth. As soon as the words escaped you, the two of you
immediately halted to a stop. Harry’s arm tightened around your waist
warningly, to the point where it almost hurt. The interviewer was as shocked as
could be, and continued on trying to dig out more details from either of you.
You tried to make it better, you really did, but the damage
had been done.
Harry hurriedly excused you two from the press and continued
walking towards the main hall. You knew he was mad, the tense way his shoulders
were situated, was an obvious sign of that.
Once reality settled in, you felt like you could cry. You
had revealed his secret, broken his trust. He had confided in you and trusted
you to not tell a soul about something that he didn’t yet want to share.
However, before you could let out a word, Harry was whisked
away by his manager, and you had been left alone to fend for yourself. Usually,
Harry would be the one to hold your hand tightly and pull you along with him,
but you knew that after this, the last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near
You were soon given company by Gigi, Eleanor and Cheryl. All
of the boys were there to support Harry, and you felt horrible that you had
messed up the night for him. You felt your heart ache when you saw that Harry
had opted to take the seat farthest away from you at the dinner table. The
night passed on with you barely touching your food and trying your best to be
as social as you could in the given circumstances.
Harry was nowhere to be seen, probably he had gone somewhere
with his friends, and Eleanor and Cheryl had went off to mingle with their own boyfriends,
while Gigi had stayed with you. She claimed that she wanted your advice on some
show that she was preparing for, but you knew that she felt bad for you. She
knew what had happened, and didn’t want for you to be alone.
While you were grateful for the company that she provided,
you hadn’t failed to notice Harry’s absence throughout the night. You knew that
he was upset with you, but you didn’t think that he would actually ignore you
the whole night through. As it was nearing midnight and Gigi was going on about
her upcoming Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, a text message from Harry
interrupted the both of you. Hope sprang through you as you looked down at your
phone, but it was quick to die down as soon as you read the cold words that had
been sent to you.
As you looked up, you saw Harry’s manager waving to you to
come to the front door. You informed Gigi, who stood up with you.
“We’ll be leaving soon too. Just need to say goodbye to some
people before we’re on our way.”
“Okay, thank you so much for today. I’ll see you soon.”
“Anytime, babe. I’m sure Harry will cool off soon. Just give
him some time and space, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” She said, rubbing
your arm comfortingly.
“Yeah, thank you, Gigi. I love you.”
The both of you hugged goodbye before you hurried off to
where Harry’s manager was standing. She informed you that Harry was already in
the car. Your heart sank a little, realizing that he was still mad. You hadn’t
expected him to just forget about the whole thing, but you were hoping that his
mood would be uplifted after spending some time with his friends.
Nonetheless, you knew that you had made a mistake and that
you would have to pay the consequences now.
As you walked outside, you noticed the drizzle going on. It
wasn’t much, but the dark clouds in the night sky made it obvious that it
wasn’t long before it would start raining heavily. You opened the car door, and
skid into the passenger seat. Harry already had the car started, and before you
had time to buckle up your seat belt, he scurried off without a word. The tires
of the car produced a sharp screech due to the force of the sudden turn.
You didn’t say anything, only adjusting yourself in your
Harry continued driving towards the house that the both of
you shared. But you couldn’t help but notice the death grip he had on the
steering wheel. After a while, the awkward tension became too much and you felt
like you were going to choke. You decided to face the consequences of your mistake
as soon as possible, since procrastinating was clearly going to get you
“Harry, I really am sorry about what happened-” You started,
before he cut you off.
“Don’t Y/N, just
He sounded so angry, unlike you had ever heard before. You
had heard from a lot of people that Harry was the worst when angry. Though you
had yet to encounter a seriously mad Harry, since he always made sure to
control his temper around you.
It had started to rain harder outside, with heavy raindrops
falling down on the wind screen. His knuckles had begun to turn whiter due to
his extremely tight grip on the steering wheel. His face was set in a mad frown
that was deadly to even look at.
“Harry, I promise that this wasn’t my intension. I was only answering
their question and it just slipped out. I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry won’t cut it. I trusted you with my secret and you
totally ruined it. I’m never telling you anything again. Now shut your mouth
before I decide to kick you out of the car right now.”
This was so unlike him, the Harry that you knew would never,
ever speak to you like how he just did.
Harry was known to be one of the most respectful people out
there, and he had proved himself to you as a gentleman several times. Always
treating you with intense care, feeding you chocolates during your period,
opening the doors for you anywhere you went; he did everything to make sure
that you were happy with him.
“Harry, please try to under-” Your sentence was left
unfinished as the car halted to a stop.
“Get out.” He
“What?” Your voice was timid, compared to his. You had
absolutely no idea about what Harry could do in his rage of anger, and you
weren’t sure if you were ready to find out.
“Get out of the fucking car, Y/N. Or so help me I’ll do it
“Harry, it’s almost midnight and it’s raining so hard
outside. Please don’t do this. I said I’m sorry.” You practically begged.
He wasn’t having any of it, though. In the blink of an eye,
he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He threw open your side of
the door and grabbed your wrists. You tried to resist his grip, and he almost
threw you to the ground. Your ankle twisted due to the heels you were wearing,
and a painful yelp came out of your mouth. You were lying there in pain, with a
ruined dress, spoiled make-up and sore wrists.
You tried to refrain him one last time.
“Harry, please stop.”
He shrugged off your hold on his wrist and went over to the
driver’s side. He proceeded to sit in and drive away, leaving you a crying and
broken mess in the middle of the road with darkness surrounding you and rain
water pouring down on you heavily.
To some outsider, it may have looked like a scene freshly
out of some movie. To you though, it was like your world had been torn apart.
Yes, you had made a mistake, a horrible one at that. Harry had trusted you with
one of his most sacred secrets and as his significant other, it was your duty
to protect it at all costs. However, you had gotten caught up in the blissful
moment and gone ahead and done the exact opposite.
In spite of that, you didn’t think that you deserved to be
thrown out so harshly; in the middle of the night with strangers lurking around
and rain falling hard on you.
Yes, you had broken his trust and knew that it wasn’t going
to be easy to gain it back, but he had done the exact same thing, maybe worse. Your boyfriend, the very
guy who was supposed to keep you safe and protect you from all the harm in the
world, was himself the guy who had thrown you out in the streets, with
absolutely no concern of what could happen to you.
And as you sat broken in the right middle of the street,
with black tears staining your face and wet hair matted to your forehead, dress
ripped and ankle twisted, you couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever be
alright between you two again.
I get A LOT of questions about Iceland and what it’s like living here. So today I have decided to not answer any of the useful things I could tell you and just make a big shitpost about the Icelandic language. 🔆
Pika- Okay. So keep in mind that Pikachu in Pokémon quite commonly says pika. Like a lot. Pokémon is/was on TV here just like most other countries. Okay so, wanna know what píka means in Ielandic. Vagina. Not even kidding a little. ⚡️🐱
Bra- No, bra does not mean anything related to underwear of any kind. According to us, it’s the sound that ducks make 🦆
Hjúkrunarfræðingur- I know you’re probably thinking that this must mean something very smart and complicated. Nope. This unneccessarily long ass word just means nurse. Yep. 👩🏻⚕️
Strætóstoppistöð- another unneccasserily long word. Simply means “bus stop” 👐🏻
Leðurblökumaðurinn- In almost every country in the world Batman is just called Batman or something very similar. Yeah.. we didn’t get the note. Leðurblökumaðurinn it is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Kind- it does not mean anything related to kindness or any other emotional expression. It means sheep. And according to us it does not tell you “baah” it says “me”. If it happens two times it makes “meme”. Isn’t that just wonderful? 🐑
Geirvarta- it means nipple. The weird thing is that it is made from two words “Geir” which is a pretty common male name here, and “varta” which means “wart”. Imagine if the word for nipple would be “JasonPimple”?! Poor Geir..
Not language related but: we have an app here where you bump your phones together to see if you are related before you have sex with someone. You may have heard this somewhere before but I am here to confirm that this is true. There are only 300.000 people in the entire country so accidental incest is very much a possibility. ⚠️
In Iceland we don’t have just one Santa, no,we have 13. And yes they bring you small gifts each of the thirteen days leading to christmas, but they also are known for stealing hot-dogs and candles, eating all your skyr (fancy yoghurt), slamming doors, and other not so bad but mildly annoying things. But their mom is a hideous troll lady that lives in the mountains and eats children. Yikes.. 🎄💀
We have at least two letters that no other country in the world uses: ð (capital Ð) and þ (capital Þ) and also other rare letters that are only used here and in other Scandinavian countries: ö (Ö) and æ (Æ).
To make the sounds of Ð and Þ put your tongue between your teeth and blow. Softly for ð and hard for Þ (should sound like Th in Thor/thing/thunder/etc)
NEW SHANCE FIC. FUCKING FINALLY lol. Sorry for the long wait, my final uni exams got in the way. This fic is inspired bythis beautiful art by @jaspurrlock .
this fic has a warning for non-con in chapters to come. it will be a dark one. warnings will be in the tags of every post as they may contain spoilers.
SUMMARY: When Lance gets an invitation to the royal palace and the chance to reconnect with a lost love, he does not realise what he is getting himself into.
CHAPTER 01 - read on ao3 (a short one to kick it off as there is an intense longer chapter to follow soon)
When Lance steps through the large, fancy doors into the royal palace, he isn’t entirely sure what he is supposed to expect.
Under different circumstances, this would have be an honour.
Lance’s family, while they are nobility, aren’t high enough in standing to ever have been invited to official functions before. And Shiro - No. The prince, Lance reminds himself internally. They’ve never reached a level of friendship that might have opened these doors to Lance or his parents.
Some different angles of Anastasia’s hotel room. Some of these are just concept art I believe, unfortunately I needed them very quickly so I couldn’t make my own from the actual movie, but one day. -Mod BoxFaery
Life was truly a mystery full of surprises. After accidentally sending my letter to the wrong person, we became very close. I was mailing a man who went by the name ‘Mr. J’ who lived in Gotham city. I was just a girl from England. To be honest that accident was the best one in my life.It didn’t take long until we got really flirty. Recently we even changed numbers but we still kept writing. It was fun.
‘Hello dear Y/N,
Writing to you this past year has been such a pleasure. You’re very funny and sweet. Each time I get a message or a letter from you, I feel really happy. You don’t even know what I look like or what I could possibly do yet you’re so kind. It’s like you’re really innocent but you seem to have that dark side somewhere.
Anyway, I have been thinking about something. I have a less busy week ahead of me so it would be a delight to have you here in Gotham. I could get you the plain tickets so you wouldn’t have to worry about that. My penthouse has a lot of guestrooms to choose from if you want to stay. When you receive this letter you should send me a message.
I’m crossing my fingers. You never know how much fun things are here. Please reply soon,
-Mr J. ‘
That was one part of the letter he recently sent me. After talking to him about it we agreed that I would fly to Gotham. I was really excited and nervous to finally meet J. Yes there was a chance that he was a different person than what he had told me, but I couldn’t let this chance slip by. I cared about him.
A few days later I was in Gotham, one of the most dangerous yet beautiful cities on the entire planet. The airport was packed with people! I was tired after such a long flight but my excitement kept me going. Mr.J told me that there was a car waiting for me. He was working until 10 p.m. so we would meet at his club.
That’s why I was wearing a really long black shirt that passed as a dress with a golden belt around my waist. It looked fancy but it felt comfortable. I also wore golden heels, a few accessories and my hair was in a low ponytail. My make-up wasn’t anything too shocking, just some lipstick and eye makeup. I also had a trenchcoat.
I held onto my suitcase as I walked through the mass of people. Then I saw a man in a black suit holding a sign with my name on it. The man had brown hair, tan skin and black sunglasses. Once he saw me, he put the sign down. I walked over with a shy smile. ‘’Hi’’ I told the man kindly. ‘’Boss told me to get you. He’s waiting’’ The man informed me very seriously. Dang J seemed like a really important business man.
‘’Okay. I’m glad he’s waiting. What’s your name?’’ I asked J’s servant or whatever he was. ‘’I’m Frost’’ He let me know while grabbing my suitcase. What a gentleman.
Frost and I drove away from the airport. It was raining slightly in Gotham and the skies were grey as J would often describe the city as. Cold, rainy and grey. But there were days when it was fully alive and life seemed like a party. I was mesmerized by the foreign city. I had never been to such a place!
The ride was quiet since Frost didn’t start any conversations. I just asked him stuff as we drove. Then we parked in front of J’s club. The building was super high! People were lining up by the door in their high heels, dresses and fancy clothes. The doors were heavily guarded but we got inside without second looks.
Music was blasting through the club. I was so close to finally meeting him! I had an imaginary image of J in my head. He had crazy coloured hair that I knew. He seemed like the type of guy who had a few tattoos. I could see him in stylish clothes. But I wasn’t really sure of what I was expecting. Just a few more steps..
Frost stopped behind a wooden door at the back of the club. Then he knocked on it and cleared his throat. I heard footsteps coming closer and then the door opened. My eyes nearly fell off my head when I saw the man in front of me. He was so different but so damn hot!
I saw that green hair I had heard about. Then I saw stormy blue eyes and tattoos. ‘’J?’’ I breathed out just to make sure it was him. His red lips curved into a smile. Then he opened his arms and I happily hugged him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and I leaned against his chest. He chuckled and hugged me back. Damn he was muscular!
This felt so unbelievable. He smelled so good as well but also a little like gun powder. ‘’You’re shorter than I imagined’’ He joked a little bit. I giggled at his remark. ‘’You’re hotter than I thought’’ I slipped out of my mouth without thinking. J stepped back and looked at me with a smirk. I felt how my cheeks heated up. Oh shit, way to go.
I caught a glimpse of his silver jacket and the maroon shirt he was wearing underneath. Before I could say anything to fix the situation, someone ran towards us. ‘’Joker, Joker!’’ A man yelled and stopped right next to me. Joker? J looked at the man like things were natural. Suddenly my stomach dropped as I realized something.
Mr J was the Joker!
‘’What got you running? I’m busy’’ J growled with a voice that sent a shiver running down my spine. He sounded harsh towards this man. ‘’Batman was spotted near the building. It might be a coincidence but I thought I’d let you know’’ The man panted out. I was just standing there in shock.
‘’Batsy? Ha! He won’t come in here. Now get lost before I shoot you’’ J warned the guy. He listened closely and left us alone. I didn’t know what to do. Had I been writing with the Joker for a year? Suddenly a lot of his mysterious writings started to make sense.
‘’What’s the matter?’’ J asked me while leading the way further into his office. Oh boy. ‘’I just..this feels unrealistic’’ I tried to speak. He stepped in front of me again and he put his big hands on my shoulders. ‘’Did you finally realize who I really am?’’ He wanted to know. Our eyes met and I saw a hint of worry in his. I nodded and then I took a deep breath.
‘’Does it bother you?’’ He kept questioning me. Suddenly I felt rushed to answer. ‘’No, not at all! I’m just really surprised’’ I reassured him with a smile. I wasn’t scared. If he was the same person as before everything should be fine. J smiled at my reply.
‘’I always knew that you weren’t the type of girl to run away in situations like this’’ He admitted with joy obvious in his raspy voice. Every cell in my body were screaming at me to kiss him but I wasn’t if I should. Oh fuck it, we only live once and regret the things we didn’t do!
I grabbed J’s jacket and pulled him down so I wouldn’t have to jump to reach his face. He knew what was going on so he helped me out by pressing his lips against mine. In that moment I felt like everything around us just disappeared. The warmth of his silky lips was so comforting and reassuring. I opened my mouth into our kiss and allowed him to deepen it. Before I knew it, we were french kissing in his office. My heart was beating hard and I felt so happy. It’s like this was the moment and feeling I’ve been searching for all my life.
In the English version of the Reformation, Martin Luther’s role amounts to little more than noises off. First, he attracted the hostility of Henry VIII, aided and abetted by Thomas More, as they flung barbs at “this venomous serpent” challenging the Catholic church’s stranglehold over Europe. Then, just over a decade later, the king exploited the breach in Rome’s defences that Luther had created to launch a national church.
But Henry was always keen to stress that he was no Lutheran, and the German reformer’s new take on Christianity did not survive intact when crossing the Channel. So the celebrations this year of the 500th anniversary of Luther issuing his 95 theses – the key text in his onslaught against the pope’s abuse of power and scripture – is set to largely pass us by.
The “joint fest for Jesus Christ”, organised by the Lutheran World Federation and the Vatican, is a remarkable act of togetherness after half a millennium of enmity and bloodshed. It will be getting into gear this Easter across continental Europe, but there is no party happening here. Which is mighty unfair on Luther.
When the new Protestantism – a word invented by Luther’s enemies at the Diet of Speyer in 1529 – did arrive on these shores once Henry had shut out Rome, it might not have been specifically Lutheran, but it would not have existed at all had it not been for Luther. Once he had argued that you could worship God by following the scriptures not the pope, others such as Zwingli and Calvin followed in his wake, setting up their own churches as Protestantism quickly fragmented.
We live today in secular, sceptical, scientific times, when religion itself is regularly branded irrelevant. So Luther, if considered at all, tends to be dismissed as dour, distant and two-dimensional, better suited to the dusty pages of history books than the 21st century. So much so that he is often confused with Martin Luther King, whose continuing importance is much more readily understood.
Yet as one of the makers of modern Europe, and a populist who rose to prominence on a wave of anti-establishment discontent among those who felt themselves shut out and forgotten (sound familiar?), his story has never had a more immediate resonance.
In his native Germany, at least, they still appreciate that. Some 30% of the population remains Lutheran, including the chancellor, Angela Merkel, daughter of a Lutheran pastor. Recently a Playmobil model of the Augustinian friar, clutching his quill pen and Bible, became the fastest-selling toy its makers have ever put on the market there, with 34,000 sold during its first 72 hours on the shelf.
A case of celebrating a local hero? That is part of it, but it is too narrow. Luther’s contemporary relevance for all of us lies in understanding how and why an obscure monk from a backwoods university, light years away from the corridors of power in Renaissance Rome, orchestrated a revolution so powerful that it brought a hitherto all-powerful Catholicism to its knees.
It certainly was not down to the originality of his theological arguments. Not a single one was new. All had been aired before, some by saints, many by those branded heretics by Rome for their trouble, their lives snuffed out on pyres in public squares as casually as the candles on its gilded altars.
What Luther did in the 95 theses – which, incidentally, were sent to his local archbishop, not nailed to a door, a fanciful exaggeration put about by his followers after his death – was to tap into a deep vein of alienation among the poor in a fragmented Germany. They were disillusioned not only with the excesses and corruption of their pope and church, but also with their own local rulers in the jigsaw of states that made up their country.
Luther struck a chord with a congregation that felt exploited and ignored: on the one hand, fleeced to pay for lavish basilicas in Rome by the sale of worthless pieces of parchment known as indulgences that “guaranteed” a berth in heaven for loved ones (or themselves); and on the other, in the secular world, seeing the age-old ways on which their livelihoods depended overturned by the rise of a money economy.
The 95 theses – and much of what Luther subsequently said in public as his message spread across the continent, right up to his excommunication in 1521 – were the work of a classic disrupter who, in today’s terms, wanted to drain the “Vatican swamp”.
Fluent in the language of the street, the undeniably charismatic Luther wrote most of his best-known and most inflammatory texts not in church Latin but in German, going on to produce in 1522 the first translation of the New Testament into everyday German, and in 1534 a translation of the whole Bible.
Those in the pews no longer had to rely on the word of priests and bishops instead of the word of God. He realised the force of appealing over the head of “experts” long before Michael Gove hit upon it in the Brexit push.
And in working with the owners of newfangled printing presses, he was among the first to spot the potential of what was the social media of its day as an alternative means of spreading his new anti-establishment gospel. Pamphlets of edited versions of his tracts spread like ripples through Germany, then Europe, Rome and even England. In an age of widespread illiteracy, he made sure he engaged those who could not read by including illustrations, using crude, often satirical woodcuts from the studio of his close friend and fellow Wittenberger, Lucas Cranach the Elder.
So when he stood before the Holy Roman Emperor and the princes and prelates of Germany at the Diet of Worms in 1521, defending his writings on pain of death, Luther had crowds outside on the streets rallying to his defence, stirred up by leaflets and posters saturating the town.
Much as they wanted to be rid of “this petty monk”, as pope Adrian VI labelled him, the establishment could not hand him over to his fate for fear of igniting an uprising. So Luther, unlike those earlier would-be reformers, lived to put his theories into practice.
All those who court popular support, though, inevitably one day lose it. For Luther, that moment came in 1525, when the long-brewing unhappiness among Germany’s poor boiled over in the Peasants’ War. Luther was forced to choose sides, and threw his lot in with thode princes who had embraced his Protestantism (and with some who hadn’t).
This was not a matter of self-preservation. His doctrine of the “two kingdoms” – leaving to the state earthly matters, and to the church those spiritual pursuits that were Luther’s lifeblood – was sincerely held, but his application of it was taken as a cruel betrayal by many among the rebels who had placed their hopes in him as their saviour.
Yet the consequences of Luther’s rebellion were not confined to a particular period, to Germany, or even to organised religion. His essential message was that, at the end of his or her life, each believer stood naked before God, awaiting eternal judgment, with only the Bible and their faith to protect them. The “good works” that Catholicism encouraged – earning brownie points by going to mass, making pilgrimages, praying to relics and contributing to the church coffers – were irrelevant in salvation.
He was thus challenging the entire late medieval way of doing things and the result was strikingly modern. For Luther championed conscience, informed by reading the scriptures, over the dictates of church rules and regulations. Read scripture and make your own mind up. This, in its turn, opened the door in the 17th and 18th centuries to Enlightenment notions of human liberty, free speech and even human rights, all of which today shape Europe. Our ability to read the word of God and reject it out of hand comes from Luther – an outcome he could not have foreseen and which would surely horrify him.
But if that sounds too abstract, there is one final aspect of Martin Luther that gives him a relevance and a three-dimensional appeal. For sheer, selfless courage, he is impossible to outdo. He may now be recalled, if at all, as a jowly friar from history, but for a thousand years before Luther came along, the Catholic church had been one of the great powers on earth, so powerful it even fixed the calendar the world still uses, taking as its pivot the birth of Jesus Christ. Until Martin Luther.
He had the courage to take on a monolithic church, in the full expectation that it would cost him his life, but he did it nonetheless, confronting the might of the first truly universal religion, in person and often alone, with an extraordinary passion, intensity and energy. And, most remarkable of all, not only did Luther survive, he triumphed, and we are all better off because of him.
No 89. “I could never forget you." Robron Fluff, possibly talking about the affair. How they couldn't stay away from each other?
Happy birthday, sweet Mia, I hope you like this little drabble. :-)
“I could never forget you.”
It was a quiet evening
in the Mill, Liv was in her room and Robert and Aaron were sprawled on the
sofa, some movie playing.
Aaron was sitting up
and Robert had his head in his lap, facing the TV.
asked with a laugh.
“What?” Aaron asked.
“That woman, she meets
her lover in a café in broad daylight. A café that is like five minutes from
her husbands’ work. She’s just asking to get caught,” Robert said.
“You would never make
such an amateur mistake, right?” Aaron asked amused.
“No, I mean, she has
opportunities. She still got the key to her friend’s place that’s still empty,”
Robert said, obviously not really paying attention to what Aaron has said.
“Maybe she wants to
get caught,” Aaron said.
“What?” Robert asked
surprised and looked up at Aaron.
“I’m just saying,
maybe she is sick of playing all these games, of sneaking around,” Aaron said.
It clicked with Robert
now that Aaron might not be talking about the movie.
“It’s not always fun,
is it?” he asked.
“No,” Aaron said. “Not
“I’m sorry,” Robert
said, “you know…”
“I know,” Aaron said
quickly. “It wasn’t all on you, you know. But I do admit I wanted us to get
caught sometimes. Knowing you went home to her wasn’t fun. Knowing you would
forget me as soon as you stepped through those big fancy doors.”
Robert reached up and
cupped Aaron’s face.
“I could never forget
you,” he said softly. “And I missed the barn more times than you would think
when I was lying in bed.”
Aaron smiled at him. “That
“Really?” Robert asked
with a smirk tugging a bit to pull Aaron down. “I didn’t notice.”
Their lips met in a
sweet kiss, Aaron tugging at Robert’s lip just a little bit before he deepened
When they pulled apart
Aaron smiled. “You know, I could never forget you, either.”
Let me be cliché for one second lol. First Overwatch prompt!
“Let’s pump it up!”
Lúcio shouted as the crowd went wild. You smiled at him as one of his world-famous songs played through the speakers. You were in crowd of your best friend’s concert in Rio de Janeiro. You were there for support, surprising him with your visit. Lúcio invited you to one of his concerts tonight, and of course you went. Here you are now, wanting to be there for him always. Lúcio deserves it all, and you’re here to support him as his best friend.
Friend… That’s all I am.
You thought in your head as you looked up to him on the rooftop he was performing on. You were seen only as his best friend, nothing more. Though, you wouldn’t deny it if someone were to say you had feelings for him. Afraid of being rejected and ending your friendship forever, you kept your mouth shut. All you could do was be there for him…
Even up on that rooftop stage, he could definitely spot you in the crowd. You stood out to him; not in a bad way, but the very opposite. You stood out to him in magnificence.
They say when you see the one, it’ll seem like there is only the two of you. And that’s what Lúcio felt with you the first time be laid eyes on you. And he couldn’t stop looking since. Unfortunately afraid to tell you his feelings, he’s kept quiet for so long; not wanting to jeopardize the closeness you both shared.
You saw his eyes meet yours from all the way up top the balcony. Oh, you know those lovely eyes too well knowing they were looking at yours.
Lúcio smiled brightly at you. You returned the same. He then looked forward, toward the massive crowd dancing.
“Oh let’s break it down!”
Two hours later the concert finally was over. The masses of people went their separate ways, but you remained there. You walked to the building Lúcio was in.
The bodyguard stopped in front of you, blocking the gate. You showed him your ID and the man knew exactly who you were. Most of Lúcio’s security knew you were the international DJ’s closest friend.
“Been too long..” You put a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Yup. Lúcio’s on the fourth floor.” He smiled softly as he pointed toward inside the building. He radioed you in.
You thanked him and walked through the gate. You arrived at a fancy-looking elevator door. You quickly pressed the 8th floor button.
In a flash, you arrived and the metal doors opened. The security to the side of the elevator already stepped out of your way. You walked past various people in formal attire, not even soaring a glance at you.
At the middle of the hallway, you see Lúcio…with two overly excited girls on either side of him.
At this point, you were used to fan girls touching him.
“You’re so cool!” The girl on his left shouts.
The other girl on his right asked for his autograph.
“Yes of course!” Lúcio replies in Portuguese, flashing his signature smile.
You smile as he signs the paper and gives it to the practically squealing girl. They thank him and walk off excitedly past you.
“(F/n)!” Lúcio yells out to you. You both run and hug each other. I mean, it’s only been a day since you saw each other but why not?
“God, you were great out there!” You hug him tightly. “Daww thanks!” He smiles cheekily. "Hey listen, I got something to show you right now! It’s really important!“ Lúcio grabbed your hand and you two got into the elevator.
The two of you made it all the way to the roof of the building. You looked up at the night sky, the stars seemed so close to the two of you. You stared in amazement.
“Over here!” He called you to the other side of the rooftop, toward the railing. You walked up to him and saw the DJ-ing station he performed with. The speakers were unplugged so the two of you were the only ones who could hear it.
“I made a new song. I’ve been working on it, but I hope you can tell me what you think.” He smiled at you and worked up his station.
Lúcio started up the song. It was a nice and soft melody at first. You subtly moved your body to the rhythm. Then, the music grew louder, and had a more upbeat tempo making it’s way through. Your tapped your feet to the beat. Soon enough, you started to full-on dance to the song.
He looked back at you as the music continued to play. He loves the way you dance, especially to his songs. Lúcio watched as your body moved swiftly and gracefully to the song. Your eyes closed, letting yourself get lost in his music in his beat, with the sonic pulses empowering you.
The song reached an abrupt end. And your moves faded slowly. You opened your eyes, only to see Lúcio staring back at you with a wide smile.
Had he been staring the whole time? “N…nice song, Lúcio!” You were a little embarrassed at the fact that he watched you make some weird moves. You don’t really dance in front of people; let alone have Lúcio see you.
Suddenly, he walked up and hugged you tightly.
“Man, I can’t believe I’ve never seen you dance before! That was amazing!” He fanboyed excitedly. You let out an embarrassed chuckle. “Ha. Thanks…”
“God, I can just kiss you right now!”
“Woah w-what?” You moved back a little.
“Oh, well…” Lúcio moved back from you. He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled a little, his cheeks dusted with a bright pink. “I sorta…well. I like you…a lot, (f/n). Like, a LOT.” He said, looking at you straight in the eye.
“Is this a confession?” You ask. “Y-yes.” He replied. “Look, I-I understand if you don’t wanna be with me. It’s just I-” You cut him off by quickly grabbing his chin and kissing him.
He froze mid sentence and immediately kissed back. Lúcio held your waist as you moved your hands to his neck.
The two of you pulled apart and leaned your foreheads together. “Best day ever.” He smiled.
Warning: Will contain Angst and Smut in other chapters; POV changes in some chapters
A light chime rang as the door opened to the shop. You began to take a deep breath and looked up to give a customer a big smile. “Welcome! Let me know if you need anything!” You say as delightful as you could be only in realizing that the customer were customers. A couple at that. Reminding you it had been five years since you’ve been in a relationship which in fact, next month you would be turning 23 and still single. Another sigh left my mouth as the couple went to check out the menu of the café.
note: hey everyone! finally friday is here and i’m beyond happy that the weekend has arrived. to summarize my week is basically saying a lot of emotions because of got7 and a lot of stress haha. but an award of excellence for my band festival really pumped my week haha. anyways happy reading and take care! -admin
“You deserve better, (Y/N).” Jenny told me as I sat in front of the mirror, getting my hair done. It has been weeks since I’ve last seen Jinyoung. Whenever I thought of Jinyoung, Jackson’s words would ring through my mind and it bothered me. I told Jenny everything about Jinyoung, from the moment at the party to the moment we shared in bed. But Jenny didn’t find him charming at all. She told me that I was used as an item. And after sorting my thoughts together, I came to an agreement that Jinyoung was a rebel. A dangerous con artist.
“We weren’t even dating.” I replied bitterly.
“Well he left quite an impression on you. It’s been weeks, (Y/N). There are other guys out there that are ten times better than Jinyoung.” Jenny noted, standing up from her seat.
“Don’t you have other things to do?” I changed the topic, not wanting to hear Jinyoung’s name again.
“I’m going now.” Jenny huffed out. “I’ll see you out there.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, I let myself close my eyes to ease my mind. Lately, I haven’t been feeling so well with all the stress that work gave me. My finance issues were a problem and my bills piled up. On top of that, the thoughts of Jinyoung only made my head heavier. So the only thing was to drown myself with my work, which involved multiple photoshoots, just to keep my mind off of Jinyoung and to make money. But what was it about him that kept me thinking about him? What was so intriguing about him that most guys don’t have?
“(Y/N), let’s get shooting.” My manager yelled just outside the dressing room. Quickly getting up and fixing my outfit, I made my way to the studio where most of my time was spent these days. Jenny came to support me as a friend who knew that I was going through a stressful time. For hours, I stayed in the studio while the lights blinded my eyes, shoot after shoot. My body was getting exhausted and it felt like I was about to pass out. The only thing keeping me conscious was the bubbly best friend I had, cheering me on.
“(Y/N), there’s a man who wants to see you. Apparently, he’s looking for a model for his new clothing line. He wants to meet you now.” My manager told me as soon as I sat down on the chair, giving my body a rest.
“Where he is?” I sighed, leaning back on the chair and closing my eyes for a brief moment.
“The fifth room down that hall.” My manager pointed. I gave him a nod before slowly standing up my chair and dragging my feet down the hall. The sound of my heels clicked on the tile of the building as the bare skin of my leg felt the black silk robe I was wearing flow behind me. The soft fabric of the red satin dress I was wearing brushed my mid-thighs as I slowly made my way to the fifth door. Entering the room, I found myself facing a man, whose back was turned to me, feeling the dark atmosphere of the room.
“Sit down.” The man demanded, his accent quite heavy. I did what I was told, sitting down on the leather chair placed in the middle of the room. I observed the man, looking at what he was wearing to see if he was professional or not. But telling from his back, he wore something that appealed to the richer kind. A navy suit.
“I need your help.” The man spoke up, after a moment of silence.
“Sure,” I sweetly replied back, wanting a good first impression on this man, “I’m more than happy to model for you.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” The man growled, his back still faced towards me. I furrowed my eyebrows and tried to think about what he meant but instead, I started to panic. The way this meeting was set up was far away from the main crowd of people and the atmosphere was very dark. It seemed suspicious that the man didn’t want to face me while speaking to me. But I was wrong.
I watched as the man reached inside his jacket and pulled out a gun. At this point, I froze at the spot and my heart stopped beating. I could feel a scream coming up my throat as I watched the man load the gun with bullets. My mind went numb and my heart started to race. I thought of different things I could do at the moment but I knew I was hopeless. He had a gun and all I had was my heels. If I moved, I could get killed in an instant. So it was better to stay put and listened to this man’s reason.
“Ryder is the name.” The man, who supposedly was named Ryder, turned around to look at me dead in the eye. I examined his features and concluded he was in his late twenties since he looked young for his age. But I couldn’t focus on anything else as he came closer to me, pointing the gun dangerously at my body. The sweat started to form on my forehead as he grabbed my chair and leaned forward.
“Who knew Jinyoung could choose a pretty girl like this.” Ryder whispered in my ear as I felt the cold metal of the gun hit my jaw, forcing my head to look up.
“What do you want from me?” I finally spoke, with a harsh tone in my voice. If I wanted to live, I had to fight for my life. And I concluded in my head that action was the way to go if I wanted my life.
“Jinyoung is the man I want.” Ryder growled as he trailed the gun down my body. I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes but I held them back because, I couldn’t show sign of any weakness.
“I-I’m not the person you need.” I shakingly stated. I thought I was being bold by telling Ryder that but instead, I heard the click of the gun. At this moment, I knew I was trapped and I couldn’t do anything about it but hope. The feeling of boldness I had a few moments ago was soon lost by the feeling of terror. This was the second time my life was on the line because of Jinyoung.
“I heard you need money,” Ryder smirked before letting go of my chair and walking away from me, “I’ll pay you as much as you need if you do this for me.”
“And if I don’t?” I asked, gripping the edge of my seat.
“You’ll die.” Ryder smiled at me, while playing with his gun. I took in a deep breath and tried to think. There wasn’t a high probability that I will make it out of this room alive if I didn’t comply. Even if I threw my heels at him, the gun could go off before the shoe could hit him and I’ll possibly get killed.
“Okay. What do I need to do?” I sighed, giving myself in. My heart and mind started to calm down as I told myself I was going to be okay. If I complied with this man, I’ll get outside and hopefully scream for help. There are always other ways to escape and I had something in mind.
“Come with me to a banquet happening now.” Ryder stated as he offered me a hand.
“In these clothes?” I asked, hesitantly taking his hand.
“Yes. I’ve sent men to talk to your manager to cancel your shoot. Come with me.” Ryder smiled as he closed his hand on mine and led me out of the room. I tried to steady my legs as I walked with him, down the hall and out the building. The cold air hitting my bare skin as I started to think of a plan to escape.
Ryder led me into his black fancy car, shutting the door on me before driving off to the banquet. I looked outside the window, observing the city as my head mapped out my plan. If my job was to get Jinyoung where Ryder wanted him, then my plan was simple. Going to the banquet was part of it, and meeting up with Jinyoung was another. But what was I going to do?
WHEN YOU LET SLIP TO YOUR (frankly pretty redneck) FARRIER THAT YOU’LL BE HOME FOR THE NEXT TRIM CUZ U’LL BE RECOVERING FROM SURGERY AND THEN CAN ONLY MANAGE TO SAY “OH UHHHH WEIRD SHIT?” WHEN HE ASKS WHAT KIND OF SURGERY CUZ U R FUCKING STEALTH TO EVERYONE NOT FRIENDS AND FAM.