When our synagogue heard about the horrific tragedy that took place at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, it was at the same time that we were celebrating our festival of Shavuot, which celebrates God’s giving of the Torah.
As Orthodox Jews, we don’t travel or use the Internet on the Sabbath or on holidays, such as Shavuot. But on Sunday night, as we heard the news, I announced from the pulpit that as soon as the holiday ended at 9:17 p.m. Monday, we would travel from our synagogue in Northwest Washington to a gay bar as an act of solidarity.
We just wanted to share the message that we were all in tremendous pain and that our lives were not going on as normal. Even though the holiday is a joyous occasion, I felt tears in my eyes as I recited our sacred prayers.
I had not been to a bar in more than 20 years. And I had never been to a gay bar. Someone in the congregation told me about a bar called the Fireplace, so I announced that as our destination. Afterward, I found out it was predominantly frequented by gay African Americans.
Approximately a dozen of us, wearing our kippot, or yarmulkes, went down as soon as the holiday ended. Some of the members of our group are gay, but most are not. We did not know what to expect. As we gathered outside, we saw one large, drunk man talking loudly and wildly. I wondered whether we were in the right place. Then my mother, who was with me, went up to a man who was standing on the side of the building. She told him why we were there. He broke down in tears and told us his cousin was killed at Pulse. He embraced us and invited us into the Fireplace.
We didn’t know what to expect, but it turned out that we had so much in common. We met everyone in the bar. One of the patrons told me that his stepchildren were actually bar-mitzvahed in our congregation. Another one asked for my card so that his church could come and visit. The bartender shut off all of the music in the room, and the crowd became silent as we offered words of prayer and healing. My co-clergy Maharat Ruth Friedman shared a blessing related to the holiday of Shavuot, and she lit memorial candles on the bar ledge. Then everyone in the bar put their hands around each other’s shoulders, and we sang soulful tunes. After that, one of our congregants bought a round of beer for the whole bar.
Everyone in the bar embraced each other. It was powerful and moving and real and raw.
After that we moved to the outdoor makeshift memorial service at Dupont Circle. There, too, we did not know what to expect. But as we gathered around the circle, people kept coming up to us and embracing us. One man we met there told us that his daughter sometimes prays with us. Others were visiting from Los Angeles but joined in full voice, clearly knowing the Hebrew words to the song we were singing.
As we were singing, I looked over at some gay members of our congregation and saw tears flowing down their faces. I felt the reality that we are living in a time of enormous pain. But I also felt that the night was a tremendous learning experience for me. I learned that when a rabbi and members of an Orthodox synagogue walk into a gay African American bar, it is not the opening line of a joke but an opportunity to connect; it is an opportunity to break down barriers and come together as one; it is an opportunity to learn that if we are going to survive, we all need each other.
I don’t think this article got very much traction last year, but I wanted to share it again.
Self-destruction isn’t snorting the line on the party just because you want to try it for fun and thinking “I’ll do it just once, just to try it!” Self-destruction isn’t going out and drinking a little too much sometimes.
Self-destruction is taking that line even you know what will happen, knowing the side effect of that. It’s taking that line, not because of fun or people around you, it’s because you have that urge inside you that tells you to do it, to fuck yourself up.
Self-destruction is going out with the intention to get drunk and not know about yourself the whole time just because you feel something inside of yourself that needs to be destroyed. You don’t drink because you’re sad or happy, you drink to kill that something inside of you.
Self-destruction is that smoke of cigarette you just took. You didn’t start smoking because of people around you make you do it, you started smoking because you heard it’s bad for you. Now you’re addicted. Or maybe you aren’t but you still do it.
Self-destruction is when you go to some random person you met at the bar house because of sex. You don’t know who he is, you could be anybody, you could end up dead, raped, you don’t know it won’t happen, but you go anyway. You know all the risks but you do it anyway.
Self-destruction is pushing people away and making yourself antisocial on purpose.
Self-destruction is popping painkillers even if you aren’t in pain.
Self-destruction is getting into fights on purpose.
Self-destruction is letting your id doing whatever you want.
Self-destruction is a lot of things, but it’s never a choice.
Self-destruction isn’t mental illness.
Self-destruction isn’t when you break up with your boyfriend so you lock your room and cry or go out and get drunk to forget about him.
Self-destruction is something in people, something that pulls you to the edge. It’s the sweetest sin of all of them. You can fight it, but it always wins. People keep saying to fight it like if they can fight it, you can fight it also, but if you are a really self-destructive you can’t fight it and you know it. It’s part of your reality, your life.
Not all alcoholics are self-destructive.
Not all addicts are self-destructive.
Not all drug addicts are self-destructive.
Not all who are depressive are self-destructive.
Not all alcoholics are self-destructive.
Not all addicts are self-destructive.
Not all drug addicts are self-destructive.
I smoke, I drink, I take pills – I’m not addicted to any of that.
I do it do destroy myself.
I don’t hate myself, I’m very far from hating myself. But some people do hate themselves. Some do, some don’t. everybody is different.
If somebody asked me why I do what I do I wouldn’t know how to answer. I know what is the goal, but I don’t know the main reason beside something self-destructive inside me.
For example, I know what heroin does to people but I’d love to try it. But I’ll never do it. Not because I don’t want to, but because I know what would it do to people around me. I don’t want to fuck them up. I want to fuck me up. And there are ways to do it without hurting somebody constantly.
People who are self-destructive don’t want to harm you, they want to harm themselves.
wasn’t referring to verbal truth. I
was referring to,” and then there was a brief pause that was followed by a light press to
the center of your stomach. Your back laid flat against the wooden bench before the predatory loom of his figure appeared overhead, “Candor of the body. Which you, my love, are the
absolute queen of.”
With an exchanged swipe, taste forthcoming as the two of you
had intended. Too sweet, muttered against your lips – lips that curved
into ones of amusement at his feigned disfavor for your particular arrangement
of the poison. Too bitter, slipped past your teeth in retort, the air of
the syllables brushing against his breath; a dance of icy exhales in a burning
winter night. His mouth twitched at that, following your suit into similar
enjoyment of the playful critique.
“Maybe not my coffee, but sweet in other aspects, no?” He
spoke in a devilish dialect of insinuation and lust. One that, before
encountering him, was unfamiliar to you. Adoration, it managed to claw at your
chest with great vigor each and every time he glanced down at you through
darkened tufts of raven hair. His words wrapping their way around you entirely
until they sounded of music. The notes gliding across your bones as his voice
conducted your motions.
Did no one notice that Mystic messenger is basically the whole "stranger danger"/"don't talk to strangers" thing that we were all told as kids? Only in this games case we followed the stranger and instead of getting kidnapped, we got hot people. I think about this any time there is a fic about the RFA guys as parents. "Daddy/Mommy, how did you meet Mommy/Daddy?" "So I met your mother/father when they logged into an app in an apartment that a stranger led the to......"
OMG hahahaha yes! THIS!!!!
“How did you and mummy meet?”
Yoosung: “I… uh… well we were both young and… we… um…. there was this app on the phone she downloaded where she thought she could talk to guys… wait no… I… online? Yes. We met online.”
Child: “So you met through Tinder?”
Yoosung (shocked): “Um, Yes! Okay! Let’s go with that!”
Zen: “What?! Why do you want to know something like that? I… it was just how people met, you know, one of those star crossed fates things that happened that lead your mother and me to meet- that’s all.”
Child: “So in other words, you don’t want to tell me.”
Zen: “In other words, yes.”
Child (to their sibling): “Told you he met Ma at a bar. Probably got her knocked up by accident and here we are.”
Zen: “WHAT?! THAT WAS NOT HOW WE MET AT ALL! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT AND COMPLETELY NOT APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN TO HEAR!”
Child: “Was the bar Hooters? Is that why it’s inappropriate?”
Zen: “MC! What the hell have you been telling these children?!”
Jaehee: “Oh we met under odd circumstances. Your mother did a foolish thing and downloaded an app she wasn’t allowed to but that led her talking to me and that was that.”
Child: “That’s nice Mama… but how did she get access to the app if she wasn’t allowed to have it?”
Jaehee (sweat drop): “Uh… ask… her about it, Sweetie.”
Jumin: “Your mother followed her heart to me.”
Child: “That’s it? She just up and came to you out of nowhere?”
Jumin (stoic face): “Yes. Exactly.”
Child: “That makes no sense Dad-”
Jumin: “No, what makes no sense is that I’m paying for the best tutor in Korea to teach you and you’re still only averaging a B in school-”
Child: “Awww Dad but-”
Jumin: “Don’t but me, I want you to tell me why…” (just relieved he dodged a bullet. Will have to ask advice from MC and the rest of the RFA (bar Zen, bastard will just laugh) about how to proceed.
Saeyoung: “Well Mummy downloaded a mysterious app that let her speak to a strange man who told her to go to a strangers apartment and enter without permission. There the app started to work and she spoke to five beautiful people, one of them being me- and even though I tried my best to sway her advances, she finally swept me off my feet. After that we overturned not one, but two evil organisations and then came home and had some cake.”
Child: “If you didn’t want to tell me the story that’s all you had to say Dad.”
Saeran: “I tried to kidnap her.”
Child: “You did not.”
Saeran: “I did. I swear. “
Child: “Dad this is pathetic, how did you meet Mum?”
Saeran (calling off to the side): “MC?! Come in here and tell our kid that I tried to kidnap you damn it!”
V: “I had thought love to be completely out of my reach, and quite literally, out of nowehere- your mother appeared. She was helping us plan for the new RFA party.”
Child: “Awww so you guys bonded through that whole experience?”
V: “Mhmm, your mother was just an absolute angel.” (texting under the table to make sure MC corroborates his story to omit certain… details).
I am so grateful for falling into this trashpit and seeing all the amazing works and reading all the excellent stories. I couldn’t settle on one picture, so I made six just to be sure… General Hux with the human tantrum Ren, Ben and Armitage from our modern days au (I bet they met at a coffee bar), the dashing Emperor and his loyal knight Kylo, the treasure which TLJ gave us in the form of Supreme Leader and Grand Marshal, Clyde and Stensland (because why not) and our beloved tech boys!
Here’s to another two years, may the force be with you all!
Summary: “Yeah but you know…” You shrugged playfully, a shy smile gracing your lips. “Now I can say I got saved by Captain America.” He let out a hearty laugh and that was it. You had a high school kinda crush on Captain freaking America. Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T
Summary: So she is a little box full of surprises. He isn’t expecting the lightness, the freedom, the spontaneity. Rare traits in the life he leads, as a super soldier, as Captain America. But exactly what he needs. Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T
Summary: Tony tries to hook his assistant with his ‘muscly virgin’ friend, Steve. But she just can’t take this also muscly guy she met in a vintage bar in Brooklyn out of her mind. Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T
You’re having a relaxing night back at home with a bubble bath, wine, candles and good music to keep you company. That changes when you decide to send a sexy picture to your asshole of ex-boyfriend and when that picture ends up in someone’s phone. More like Captain America’s phone.
Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T
Summary: “Pin me down onto the mat for 15 seconds and you get whatever you want from me.” Bucky said and bit down his lower lip to hold back a grin as he continued. “If it’s the other way around, I get whatever I want from you.” Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T
Summary: Bucky feels vulnerable and impotent when he finds out her life had been just as hard as his and yet– she smiles brighter than Stark’s stupid customized fireworks. She’s everything that he isn’t and everything he wants to be. Genre: Romance/fluff, Hurt/comfort Rating: T
Summary: When Bucky is old enough to really understand what a soulmate is, he’s consequently old enough to do the math for it and he’s expecting everything but that. He’s got 36.858 days until he can meet his. Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T
okay people are sleeping on So It Goes so it loks like imma have to explain the beauty of this song. Soooo it starts with “see you in the dark, all eyes on you my magician” meaning she found him when she was in this dark, mysterious place and she’s comparing it to a magic show. Like she says “cut me into pieces” like how magicians cut people in half in a box at magic shows. She’s calling him the magician because she’s amazed by him and his magic. Thennnn later in the song the 2nd verse is “Met you in a bar, all eyes on me your illusionist” meaning this mysterious place they met was actually a bar and she’s the one performing the tricks. Meaning he is captured by HER magic just as much as she is captured by HIS magic.
And that, my friends, is why “when you get me alone it’s so simple” because magic is simple, but looks so mysterious and captivating when you first see it.
He told me his name was Saxton Banks, like Mr. Banks, the dad in ‘Mary Poppins’. We met in a bar. He was funny and sexy, and we were both pleasantly drunk. We got a hotel room that overlooked the ocean. It was beautiful and romantic. And then he.. changed. Big Little Lies: Living the Dream
Apart from the obvious functionality, canes were an elegant accessory in the 19th century, when the afternoon promenade gave the members of the fashionable set occasion to display their finery and genteel manners. This gentleman’s novelty cane contains a 15-inch liquor vial, in the lower portion and a footed glass in the top, thereby serving the dual purpose of walking stick and portable bar.
A/N: I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, it’s hands down the quickest I have ever written anything because I was so into it. I don’t care who you are, we all have had some sort of insecurity at some point in our life. I hope this is a way for whoever may be struggling with this to learn to accept themselves and if you are in a toxic relationship, you can do so much better. You are all beautiful!! Thanks yall! As always thank you to my forever beta @avasmommy224
It was your second week working as an extra on the show Supernatural. Your boyfriend was beyond unsupportive, he always told you that you were never good enough to be an actress. You weren’t skinny enough for this role or too skinny for that role. You would get an offer for a part and as excited as you were to get his opinion, he always had something negative to say. This time it was for a love interest of Dean Winchester’s. You were a vamp that he’d met in a bar a few episodes behind but you slipped out of the bar when you found out that he was a hunter.
Dated John Lennon since 1958 and was married to him during 1962 until 1968
Mother of Julian Lennon
Cyn met John at Liverpool College Of Art, people used to say she was too good for him, George Harrison used to idolize her at the time
She found John and Yoko sleeping together in her own house, divocing from him immidiately after
Her dream job was being an Art teacher, which she accomplished for a few years
Paul McCartney looked after her and Julian during her entire life, being a loyal friend
She wrote the book “John” in which she talks about her and Julian’s relationship with John
Born 5 April 1946
Dated Paul McCartney during 1963 until 1968
She came from a rich, high class family from London
Successful actress in her early years, later on she became a writer and a famous baker
Jane was the main inspiration for many Beatles’ songs, like “And I Love Her”, “Honey Pie”, “I’m Looking Through You” and many others
Paul wanted her to quit her acting career
Jane and Paul broke up definitely when she reportedly found him in bed with Francie Shwartz
Patricia (Pattie) Boyd
Born 17 March 1944
Dated George Harrison since 1964, meeting him in the set of “A Hard Day’s Night” and was married to him since 1966 until 1977
She was a famous model since the late 50s, getting even more acknowledge in the 60s and 70s, later on in her life she became a photographer
One of the main reasons why The Beatles went to India in 1968 was through her interest in eastern mysticism
John Lennon and Paul McCartney had a crush on her
Inspiring muse of “Something” and many other Beatles and George’s songs
Later on she married anotther famous musician, Eric Clapton
Pattie wrote the book “Pattie Boyd: Wonderful Tonight” in which she talks about her life, her childhood, her abusive stepfather and her troubled relationship with Harrison and Clapton
Born 4 August 1946 and died 30 December 1994 from leucemia
Married to Ringo Starr since 1965 until 1975
Part of the first Beatles’ fans, she used to watch the boys playing at the Cavern Club in the early 60s, at that time she kissed Paul McCartney as part of a dare with a friend
Maureen left school at 16 years old to become a hair dresser, her dream job
She’s the mother of Ringo’s children Zak, Jason and Lee
Maureen had an affair with George, leaving both Ringo and Pattie in dismal
Born 18 February 1933
Married to John Lennon since 1969 until 1980
Mother of Sean Lennon
As a child during the WWII, lived in a concentration camp for awhile
It is said that Yoko met John at an art gallery where she had an exhibition, although Cynthia’s book reclaims it, assuring she used to send John letters and staying at Keenwood’s gate waiting for him
She’s a very well known and respected plastic artist, peace and feminist activist, she also was a musician, being part of the Plastic Ono Band and recording albums with her husband John
Yoko introduced Lennon to many new ideologies/phylosophies, she was also a great influence of his actions, there’s a great discussion wherever their relationship was abusive or not
Inspiring muse of many of John’s song, being “Woman” the most famous one
Yoko was present the day John was murdered
Born September 24 1941 and died April 17 1998, from a long battle against breast cancer
She was married to Paul McCartney since 1969 until 1998
Linda met Paul at a bar in London, before that she took pictures of him and the other 3 beatles at the Sgt. Pepper album premiere
Mother of Heather, Mary, Stella and James
Famous photographer of the 60s, keeping up her work in a more domestic way in her late life, she was also a animal rights activist and a musician, being part of the band Wings and recording albums until the late 90s with her husband Paul
Linda was a Beatles’ fan, she saw the boys playing at the Shea Stadium in 1965, John Lennon was her favorite Beatle
She was the source of strength for Paul when The Beatles ended
Linda was the first woman to have a photograph featured on the front cover of Rolling Stone Magazine
She published several books of her photographs: Linda’s Pictures, Sun Prints, Sixties: Portrait of an Era, Roadworks and more
Born 18 May 1948 in Mexico
Married to George Harrison since 1978 until 2001
Mother of Dhani Harrison
She met George through the telephone, she was a secretary at Dark House Records, they used to talk for hours before meeting personally
Olivia bravely protected George from being stabbed when a assailant broke into their house
She took several important roles on books, documentares, concerts and others regarding George after his death
Born August 27 1947
Married to Ringo Starr since 1981 until nowadays
She met Ringo in the set of “Caveman"
She was also a Beatle’s fan and watched the boys at the Shea Stadium in 1965
Barbara is a very famous actress and model of the 70s and 80s, mostly well known for being a bond girl
She struggled through years of Ringo’s dependency on acohol
Nowadays she’s a philanthropist along with Ringo, both run the Lotus Foundation dedicated to charity
i’m working on part for forbidden but i was in the mood for angst harry so i felt like writing this. hope you like xx
You couldn’t help it. He was always there and you couldn’t stop yourself from falling for him. He made you feel loved and happy. He made you feel wanted when his plush red lips would skim your body. He made you laugh over the most obnoxious things.
You were falling for him. That was a big problem.
You started off as just a hook up. The both of you agreed on having no emotional aspects of a relationship. Just sex.
You had met him at a bar a few months back and immediately felt some kind of attraction towards him. Definitely a physical attraction. And you know he felt the same when you saw his sea green eyes swirling with lust as they scanned over your body, lingering a little too long on certain places.