neighborhood church

five places to die

5. a ditch

style, charisma, slightly damp and classically British, does lack some nuance 7/10

4. a dark forest

steamy, the erotic deteriorating leaf experience you’re looking for, somewhat edging on overdone, 6.9/10

3. a nondescript parking lot

woof, chills, this is the oblique whiskey-drenched obituary you want going for you, elegant and yet robust, 9/10

2. an open field during the harvest moon

almost a little too romantic, but this is still the farmer down-home boy experience that will leave your neighbors wondering if you were a witch, 8/10

1.  The bottom of a dry swimming pool during summer

original enough to be fun, and recommended for those who want a more oblique experience, an abandoned neighborhood or church is ideal, 8.5/10

Jim Jones was a cult leader responsible for the murder-suicide now known as the Jonestown Massacre, where 918 people lost their lives.  In order to understand how this tragedy happened, it’s important to know how Jonestown began.  Who was Jim Jones and how was he able to gain the love, respect and trust from so many that they were willing to die for him?

Jim Jones was born May 13, 1931 in Crete, Indiana. He grew up in a very poor family, residing in a shack with no electricity.  From a very young age Jones had an obsessive interest in religion.  As a child, he would hold sermons in his backyard and have neighborhood children attend his church services.  Sometimes when the children wanted to leave, Jones would lock all the doors and refuse to let them leave, forcing them to stay and listen to his sermons. He was very harsh on children who were not as interested in church as he was and would take personal offense. By the age of 16, Jones was preaching to both black and white churches, which was highly unusual, as the city was still segregated. But Jones had a very upbeat and friendly personality and he was very passionate about the poor and the underrepresented, and empathized with the non-whites.

After graduating high school, Jim went to college to study medicine and began working as a hospital orderly. During that time in 1949, Jim met Marceline Baldwin, a nurse who worked in the same hospital. After dating for a short time, Jim and Marceline would get married.  A few years later in 1952, Jim was working as a student pastor in a Methodist church and the congregation did not take kindly to Jim’s beliefs in desegregation. It is important to note that the Ku Klux Klan was very well known in Indiana during the time Jones resided there.  At one time, there were more members in the KKK there than in any other state.  Around 250,000 men were members of the Indiana KKK at its peak, which included many prominent government officials, police and the like.  Racial tension was at an all time high and Jones preaching about loving your neighbor of all colors and interracial congregations was neither accepted, nor tolerated. Jones had no choice but to resign as pastor.  It was then that he formed his own congregation.  Originally the church was known as Community Unity and it focused on Christian beliefs. It was during his time of running the Community Unity that Jones decided that there was no God because if there was, there wouldn’t be so much poverty, hatred and inequality in the world.  He then decided he would no longer be preaching of God and religion, but rather shifting his focus to what he was passionate about: poverty and people of all colors being treated fairly and equal. In 1956, Jones created the People’s Temple.

From the beginning, the People’s Temple was prominent in the civil rights movement. Jones was responsible for desegregating the police department, movie theaters, restaurants, hospitals and other businesses in Indianapolis. Additionally, the Temple opened up a soup kitchen for the homeless and poor, had free housing available for senior citizens and the mentally ill and Jim and Marceline even opened up their own home for homeless and unwed mothers. It was the first time in history that people were publicly offering assistance to people regardless of their race.  It was also at this time that Jim and Marceline adopted a Native American child, three Korean children and became the first white family in Indiana to adopt a black child. This adoption took place in 1961, the same year the freedom fighters tried to desegregate buses in Alabama and were brutally attacked. Because of the integration and desegregation Jim Jones was responsible for, the residents of the city felt threatened and would send the family death threats and spit on them in public.  Many of the people in Indianapolis of all races saw what Jones was trying to accomplish and they wanted to be a part of it. They saw that he was really for the people and trying to make a good, positive change in the world.  Needless to say for all the good they were trying to do, they were met with hatred, threats of violence and even assaults.  Jones decided that it was no longer safe for his family in Indianapolis and they moved to Brazil. They were only there for a short time before returning to the United States, but this time making California their home. Many of the original Temple members, around 150 from Indiana, made the move to California with the Jones family.

Not everything was love and peace in the family. Jim’s wife Marceline was very unhappy about Jim renouncing his faith in God. Marceline still considered herself a Christian and would still pray to the Lord, which angered Jim greatly. At times, he would threaten Marceline that he’d commit suicide if she continued praying to God. He was also extremely jealous and did not want anyone giving his wife any kind of attention, even though he was known to carry on affairs quite often. Jim also developed a drug addiction to prescription pills that would cause erratic mood swings and bouts of paranoia.  In fact, the move to California was due to Jim’s paranoia and a vision he had of nuclear holocaust. He felt they would be safe from the disaster in California. 

By the early 70’s in California, Temple membership had grown considerably. Word had spread all over the country about Jones and his refreshing approach to race relations. During this time, People’s Temple had approximately 2,500 members. Jones began preaching to his people quotes from the Bible, even though he denounced his faith. He would find things that were fitting for him to go with his own selfish desires and wants and use the Bible as a backup source. An example of this would be Jones quoting Matthew 19:21, which reads, “Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”

Temple members wound up doing just that. They sold their homes and cars and gave all of the money to the Temple. The ones who had jobs and continued to work would turn over their entire paycheck to the Temple. The elderly who drew retirement and social security would turn over their entire checks to the Temple. In their minds, they were contributing to the “Good Cause”.  He made his members feel loved, safe and hopeful. While he was kind to everyone, he was especially compassionate to the poor and the uneducated. The majority of his followers were classified as such and to them, he was a savior. They wanted somewhere to belong and fit in and something to be proud of. He gave them all of that and more. All of them referred to him as “father” and had nothing but respect for him. His speeches were so uplifting to his members, even when he said ridiculous things such as he was the reincarnation of Jesus or Buddha, they just went with it. As new people would come to check out the organization and their charismatic leader, Jim’s ego demanded more and more followers and praise. Additionally, he was always looking to make more money.  He again began his practices of faking miracles and healings, something that garnered a little bit of attention in his earlier years, but this was on a much bigger level.  He would use his members to pretend to cure cancer and other ailments, making blind people see again, making people in wheelchairs walk again. These events were well-planned and thought out and with his large organization acting like they had witnessed an actual miracle (most were not privy to the behind the scenes operation and planning and truly believed that he was legitimately Jesus incarnate and performing miracles) many visitors would believe too.  Even though Jones would lie and manipulate, during his speeches he would come across as honest, vibrant, caring and positive. He was liked and well respected by not only the Temple, but the entire community. 

As Jim Jones became more dependent on drugs and his paranoia grew, he began using scare tactics on his followers. He would tell them that people were plotting against them, including the CIA. To his followers, this was terrifying. They felt all they had was each other and their “father”. He also made sure to increase the dedication people had for him as well as making them more disciplined followers. He began making ridiculous claims to his members, informing all the males in his organization that they were all homosexual, all of them but him.  He would have sex with the male members to prove to them that they liked it. Additionally, he would have sex with the women members and then during their daily meetings, they were expected to speak on what horrible lovers their husbands were and what a great lover Jones was. He eventually informed his members that they were not allowed to have sex, not even the married couples. Essentially, the only time anyone was “allowed” to have sex was when it was with Jim Jones.

In the early 70’s Jones and his “church” was accused by the media of financial fraud, physical abuse of its members and mistreatment of children. It was while this was going on that Jones purchased some land in Guyana in an effort to move himself and the entire People’s Temple so as to avoid the people who were supposedly plotting against him and trying to ruin him.  It was his goal to create a utopian society here, free of racism and worry, but also to seemingly gain much more control over his followers. Initially there was a small group of members sent to Guyana to begin building houses, plant crops and prepare the area for all the members.    In the mean time, Jim Jones got to work holding meetings, letting all the members know what was to be expected of their move and the tropical paradise that awaited them, getting passports made of all of his members and continuing to try to make as much money as possible.  Eventually Jim Jones and 1,000 of his members all made the move to Guyana and arrived at the compound known as Jonestown.  What they arrived to was anything but the heaven they were told it would be. The houses were not yet completed, nor was anything else complete because Jones did not want to spend a lot of money on the project.  It was less like paradise and more like a concentration camp. Jones informed the members that no one was allowed to leave and to reinforce that, he stationed armed guards around the property. Additionally, he confiscated their passports so they could not leave. He also confiscated outgoing mail so members could not get a hold of any family or friends outside of Jonestown. Some worried family members made phone calls to Jonestown and Jim and his closest members would listen in on the calls to make sure no one was out of line.  Members were expected to work on the land day and night, with minimal breaks and very little food.  With Jones treating his members horribly, it’s no surprise that he was always on edge, wondering if they were plotting against him. He installed an intercom system in Jonestown with a loud speaker and would get on the speaker at all hours, day and night, drunkenly preaching to his members, many times speaking of upcoming doom and an apocalypse. He began holding mock suicide drills in the middle of the night due to his thoughts of the US government being out to destroy him. Members were publicly beaten for disobeying as well as threatened with death. Coupling the new environment making members extremely vulnerable with the physical and psychological abuse and brainwash, there wasn’t much members could do at this point in time other than being obedient and subservient to Jones.

There were a few people who did successfully leave the People’s Temple, most notably Bob Houston.  Houston’s mutilated body was found near some train tracks after leaving the Temple.  US representative Leo Ryan was good friends with Bob Houston’s father and coupled with the abuse allegations he had heard were happening at Jonestown and the mysterious death of his friend’s son that had recently defected, Ryan decided he would fly to Guyana to investigate the supposed utopian society and see if members were truly happy there or if they were being held there against their will, as it had been told to him.  Ryan brought with him some concerned family members, people working for the media and photographers.  Jones got word of the visit and made sure to explain to his members how they would behave and how they would represent Jonestown.  They were told to prepare the best food (including a lot of meat, which Temple members were not allowed to eat otherwise due to its high cost) and to be thankful for Jones at all times.  On November 17, 1978, Ryan and his crew (who had been in Guyana for three days and were being refused to be let into Jonestown) were finally allowed to enter the compound.  For the most part, the People’s Temple put on a very convincing show for Ryan, praising Jones for all of his hard work and dedication. They expressed how happy they were in Jonestown and stayed on their best behavior for fear of what would be done to them if they didn’t.  However, one rather brave Temple member, (and a wonderful personal friend of mine) Vernon Gosney, slipped a note to one of the reporters that arrived with Ryan. In the note, Gosney pleaded for help getting out of Jonestown. The letter was signed by both him and another Temple member, Monica Bagby. Jones asked Ryan and his group to leave for the night and the next day, they arrived to interview more members. During the interview, another woman came forward stating that she wished to leave Jonestown with her family, as well as another family. It was made known to Jones that some people wanted to leave and he pretended he was okay with that, that they were free to go at any time. After interviews concluded on November 18, 15 people in total were to leave Jonestown with representative Ryan. Hidden amongst the 15 was one man, Larry Layton, who was only posing as a Temple defector and had no intention on leaving.  Once they arrived at the airstrip, 2 planes were available to the group. Larry Layton boarded the small, six passenger plane. Once on the airstrip, he began shooting Temple members who were on the plane, wounding several. Temple members who escorted the people to the planes began shooting at the other plane, killing Leo Ryan, 1 Temple member and and 3 journalists. 9 others were wounded. All of the survivors ran and hid into the nearby fields.

As the shootings were happening at the airstrip, Temple associates were given orders by Jones to prepare a drink, enough for all of Jonestown, consisting of grape Flavor-Aid, cyanide, Valium, chloral hydrate and Phenergan. Jones called all of his members to the pavilion for a meeting.  44 minutes of said meeting was recorded and is known as “The Death Tape”.  Jones informed his followers that he knows someone who boarded those planes were going to shoot the pilot, which would cause the death of all of the people on the planes and hinting that this would lead to the government coming to Jonestown and taking everyone’s children away. He then encouraged his members to drink the Flavor-Aid concoction and commit revolutionary suicide. That they would be heroes and forever remembered as revolutionaries. Many of the first to take the poison were parents who used syringes to squirt into the children’s mouths, then doing the same to themselves. Others simply drank it.    Some members thought this was another fake suicide drill until they witnessed people dying and then fear and panic set in.  Jones can be heard on the Death Tape telling members to die with dignity, and that death is preferable to life at that point. It has been said that many were forced to take the drink at gun point. A few members managed to hide under beds and avoided death. A couple others managed an escape and ran through the fields. Jim Jones did not drink the poison, instead, his death was caused by a single gunshot wound to the head. No one knows whether it was self-inflicted or if another member did it. One other woman was found dead with a gunshot wound. Additionally, a woman named Sharon Amos was working at the Jonestown headquarters in Georgetown. She received a radio communication from Jonestown informing her to commit revolutionary suicide. She took her three children into the bathroom and stabbed two of them to death, then had one assist her in stabbing herself to death, followed by the last of her children killing herself.

Many of the Temple members who fled into the jungle were lost for days and nearly died, but a Guyanese government plane flew in and located them. Others made their way to Georgetown, staying at cafes, and some staying with local residents.

Larry Layton was found guilty of conspiracy and of aiding and abetting the murder of Congressman Leo Ryan and of the attempted murder of Richard Dwyer. While the only person ever found guilty of any happenings at Jonestown, he was paroled in 2002.

In total, 918 individuals lost their lives at Jonestown. It was the largest death toll of civilians by human acts up until the 9/11 tragedy. Jim Jones was cremated and his ashes scattered at sea. His wife and three of their children who died at Jonestown are buried in Richmond, Indiana (The oldest daughter left the People’s Temple before the move to Guyana and two of their sons survived Jonestown by being out of the area for a basketball game).  The bodies of over 400 of those who died in Guyana are buried in a mass-grave at Evergreen Cemetery in Oakland, California.  A memorial listing all 900+ casualties, including Jim Jones, was completed at the grave site in 2011.

Know the state of your flocks, and put your heart into caring for your herds, for riches don’t last forever, and the crown might not be passed to the next generation. (Proverbs 27:23-24)

God’s design of His work and glory is for every generation. Our idea of legacy or riches to pass on don’t last forever and it’s not equal to the life-long blessing young ones need. Let’s know the state of our flock and put our hearts in caring for them as the LORD Jesus does.

Let’s talk about Catholicism. It’s one of the biggest religions in the world, with something like 1.2 billion members around the world. It’s also a deeply, inherently misogynistic religion in almost every aspect of its existence which, I, as an ex-Catholic, have been unfortunate enough to witness.

The foundation of Catholicism is the Holy Trinity: the Father (God), the Son (Jesus), and the Holy Spirit. These three things are all separate things that are also the same. What’s important to note is that God and Jesus are both men. (The Holy Spirit doesn’t really have a gender, since it’s not really a person, as far as I know.) The very foundation of this belief system is that the Father, his Son, and some mystical spirit are the rulers of the universe. Of course, we can all notice that the Holy Trinity lacks a single woman whatsoever.

The most important woman in Catholicism is the Virgin Mary, Jesus’ mother. Mary’s defining characteristics are that she was a virgin and she gave birth to Jesus. She wasn’t given much choice in the matter either, which sends a pretty terrible message to young girls, IMO. So if Mary is the ideal woman, as Catholics say she is, what are the characteristics of the ideal woman? She has a child when a man (God) tells her to, she’s a virgin, and she’s self sacrificing, going as far as giving birth in a damn barn.

So, the Scriptures themselves are pretty terrible concerning women. But how does this play out in practice?

Only men are allowed to be priests. If this was true of any other occupation, people would be pretty damn upset. If only men were allowed to be engineers or lawyers, that wouldn’t be okay. Sure, women can become nuns, but can separate be considered equal?

Priests are given certain powers that nuns are not. Priests have the power of transubstantiation, turning the Eucharist and wine into the body and blood of Christ. Priests officiate weddings and baptize children, which nuns do not have the power to do under Catholic doctrine. And maybe most importantly, priests serve as community leaders. The movie Spotlight describes this perfectly in a scene where a man who was molested by a priest as a child describes the excitement in his family when the priest of their neighborhood church came to their house. Priests are held in unbelievably high esteem in Catholic communities. And probably most importantly, they have the opportunity to rise up and become bishops or even Pope.

Finally, Catholic communities and nations are often really harmful for women. Ireland, a nation with a lot of Catholics, has complete prohibition on abortion, leading to women being forced to travel to the United Kingdom for the procedure. There’s also a cultural stigma around birth control and abortion. (Both of which are banned by the Catholic Church.) The stereotype of the Irish Catholic family with a million kids isn’t just a stereotype. My mom was one of five, her mother one of twelve. I know more than one family with over eight kids.

Catholicism is dangerous for women. It teaches us negative messages about ourselves, offers few opportunities, and restricts our potentially lifesaving healthcare. This isn’t even covering the homophobia and sexual abuse of children committed by the church.


Photographer Gabriel Garcia Roman’s portraits feature friends and acquaintances, activists and poets, Americans and immigrants — some naturalized, some undocumented.

All of them are queer people of color.

“I wanted to specifically focus on this community because queer and trans people of color are so rarely represented in the art world,” says Roman, who is Mexican-American and also identifies as queer.

The photo series, called “Queer Icons,” evokes the colorful, religious artwork that Roman grew up with. “Because I grew up Catholic in a Mexican community in Chicago, my first introduction to art was religious art,” he says.

He was particularly inspired by the fresco paintings of haloed saints that decorated the walls of his neighborhood church. “I’ve always thought of the halo as something very powerful — it’s like a badge of nobility,” he says.

And because Roman’s subjects are activists and artists who do good for the community, “I wanted to represent them as saints,” he says.

He also wanted to capture their pride and their strength. “I wanted them to be warriors — that’s why a lot of them are looking straight at the camera, saying ‘Here I am, and I’m not going to hide.’”

Not Your Mother’s Catholic Frescoes: Radiant Portraits Of Queer People Of Color

Photo credit: Courtesy of Gabriel Garcia Roman

So last week in VBS, I was talking to a couple kids about salvation. The pastor advises us that if a kid doesn’t understand the concepts necessary, just let them pray about whatever they want and let them use their own words, instead of repeating what an adult says.

 One of the boys I was talking to clearly didn’t understand, so I told him he could just pray if he wanted, about anything at all. He started of his prayer by saying “God, please protect everyone. Please let there be no shootings when we are going home.” I almost cried. When I was that age, I was praying for Pokemon to be real. Please pray for the kids in our church neighborhood. It’s a pretty rough area, and some of the kids are carrying burdens much heavier than they should be.  

Religious Topics in Mystic Messenger - Korean vs. English Comparison

Hey there lovelier anon♡

Interesting question! I was personally really surprised to hear about this subject pop up in Mystic Messenger myself! I will be glad to talk to you about it ^^

I can actually relate to Jumin a little. Going to church when I was a kid. Typical Sunday school kind of thing. Played the piano for services for 8 years. It was pretty hectic.

In this context, I feel really similar in terms of how situations go because like Jumin, I used to go to church as a child, but not so much anymore now that I am 22/23. Idk if I should go by Korean age or not.

Anyways, please join me under the cut to discuss the religious topics that the anon requested above! Religion could be a sensitive topic so for those who don’t feel comfortable with said topic, read with caution ^^

Please note that although this is an analysis, there may be opinions that may differ or be consistent with mine! While I can give some sort of Korean background, for debatable topics, I do not represent all of the Korean minds for respective topics. Also, please excuse any errors or let me know if clarifications are needed, for English is not my first language! Thank you and enjoy!

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In our emphasis on being individuals we forget that we live in a whole world thoroughly damaged by sin. And this sin is not just the sum total of individual choices for evil across the generations. It has a life of its own that is self-perpetuating in human society, often seemingly quite independent of the good intentions of individual members of that society. This collective human sin encourages, supports, and perpetuates our separation from each other into groups of “them and us.” It operates in nations, classes, professions, races, sexes, neighborhoods, friendships, families, churches, and groups within churches, who reinforce our feeling of belonging to them by encouraging our estrangement from outsiders about whose well-being we could not possibly be concerned. It is at work, too, in our estrangement from our earth when we regard it as simply there to be exploited.
—  Roberta C. Bondi, To Pray and To Love
I used to be a runner...

I feel like I’ve lost a lot of my running roots over the past few years. A move from a city I loved (Conway) to a city I tolerated (Hot Springs) was the first know. I had a great group I ran with most mornings, and they really pushed me to be better. A job change in January 2012 coupled with some life difficulties firmly knocked me off the wagon.

In Hot Springs, we took to the trails and found solace. Rachel in particular found her home in the woods. I’ve always liked it, but missed the pure running. In Hot Springs, there wasn’t a morning group to run with, we couldn’t run near our house, and the city didn’t have great running roots. I tried to make lemonade out of it… I did. But I struggled with my running and it wasn’t the same. Mother’s Day 2012, I ran a great half marathon in 1:30, but that was the beginning of the drop off. Since then, I’ve slowed more and more. Some pain in my right knee hasn’t helped either.

It wasn’t all bad. We started the LOViT 100 in 2013, and have really enjoyed highlighting the trails we loved. I ran the Thunder Rock 100 in May 2015, and had my most positive 100 mile experience to date. Rachel broke 24 hours for 100 in there sometime too. Also, we started backpacking with the kids, throwing in some adventures in some really cool places in the Ouachita Mountains.

A job change and a move to Charleston in August 2015 was a big change for the family. While it is an overall improvement, it hasn’t been the easiest transition. However, I think we’re happier here than we were in Hot Springs. We love our house and neighborhood, our church, and our friends. In my work, I took a new job based here, and then have gone through two promotions. I get to lead a pretty big team now, and really enjoy the work we do. The kids are growing and changing, and it’s a new adventure every day. Rachel has come out of her shell here, and really likes it.

Running-wise, I haven’t quite caught up. Charleston has some great running routes. It’s pretty nice to run in my neighborhood too. But, I haven’t taken full advantage of it. My normal 50+ mile weeks are now 10 to 20 mile weeks. I’m a lot slower too.

I’m ready to change this. While Rachel is gone, I should use this opportunity to get into better shape. I need to push myself more. I’m still capable of running fast… I just need to find it again.

I will. Let’s go!

right now we should be pushing for creating sanctuaries in our cities, church communities, neighborhoods, etc. this isn’t something we can wait on. this has to happen now.

Don't kill my dog.

(warning: very long story)

Background Information:

My family is a family of three, middle class, and we grew up in a nice area. Nothing too fancy, nothing terrible. Just your typical suburbia with neighborhood parks, churches, & schools all within walking distance. We were nice to our neighbors and all knew each other. My parents had a outdoor fire pit that they like to sit outside on the back patio and drink, listen to music, grill, and relax outside. My family is very respectful of rules so the music was almost never loud, we don’t throw parties, and we kept mainly to ourselves but invited people over occasionally.

When I was in eighth grade we had some new next door neighbors move in. They were a family of four; Mom, Dad, Son, Daughter. The Son was a year older than me and the Daughter was a year younger than me. The Daughter and I hit it off immediately as friends but I noticed something was off when I would go over. For the purpose of secrecy I will change their names; let’s call them the Smith’s.

The Smith’s had a weird idea of how to interact with people. I get it, everyone is different. They were very blunt and open about everything, never would say thank you, didn’t think about others. They just turned out to be scum of the earth when it came to treating other people with dignity and respect. Just weird people, but I guess it takes all kinds.

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Happy Halloween my pretties. I know how much you guys want me to update Passionate Revenge. But its October, I’m STILL trying to get a job and I really want to go to college. So for the time being, update and new stories will be even more strained than before. This a fic exchange on tumblr for capaleran2. also apologies, for I cannot write Miraxus despite sorta liking it.  #ficwriterhalloweenexchange.

fSince its October and near Halloween (Even though I celebrate Trunk or Treat at my church. They say it’s safer to get treats at your church than neighborhoods.) I’ve decided to do a Halloween based Fairy Tail fic. It shall have the following couples: Jerza, Nalu, Gruvia, Gale, Rowen, Rokino, Mirafreed, Laxana, Bixanna, Elfever, Stinervea, Lories, Kinabra, and Lyredy.   For@capaleran2


Basically this is an AU. No magic, no cute talking cats (Mainly Frosch) and I since I really like Eileen/Irene whatever. She’s going to be Erza’s loving mother and no one and tell me otherwise regardless of what has happened.

 By the way since Halloween falls on a Tuesday which for most should be a school day and I rather this event take place on the weekend or Friday. I’m changing that. Now onwards.

It was October 31st sup>th, on a Friday in Fairy Tail Academy.  Cute skeleton, pumpkin and ghost decorations decked the hallways, classrooms, and even the cafeteria and library. the lessons in English/Literature, Cooking, History and even film and drama were based around this spooky holiday.

In English they assignment was to wrote a Halloween based story. Some twilight fan girls(eye roll)  wrote their own versions of a human, vampire and werewolf love triangle. Others were more original.

One girl with pretty blue hair that fell to her mid-waist in loose curls wrote a story starring her as the mermaid who was ensnared in love by a dark handsome vampire. Two others wrote stories about dragons cursed to change back and forth at night till true love set them free. One was a beautiful busty blonde with baby doll brown eyes. Her long hair falling to her waist in a braid. The other was another bluenette although her hair was shorter and spiky with an orange headband and was more petite. The final girl had pink hair and deep brown eyes. She was the shyest of all her friends and the one full of timidity. She wrote of a lion knight the saving her from a wicked green haired witch.

In cooking they were making either caramel apples and Halloween cake. They all had a blast decorating and choosing flavors. Ranging from chocolate to strawberry and red velvet. A gorgeous scarlet haired beauty was finishing decorating her strawberry cake with ghost-clad strawberries on the top. Her chocolate brown eyes glimmered with hunger at her creation and couldn’t wait to eat it later on. A second girl opted to do cupcakes instead and was finishing a very special one. Though she was about the youngest in the class it was only by two years, she was the scarlet haired girl’s younger sister. Two girls who were sisters, one, the older sister with long hair that fell beneath her breasts, with dark blue eyes. The younger girl had shorter hair. They were making chocolate blanc cupcakes with unique designs for each of their friends.

 History talked about the background of Halloween, or it’s more appropriate title: ‘all Hallows Eve.’ Where children would dress up as monsters and ghoul in order to ward off evil.


 In film they were watching Halloween movies, albeit appropriate ones such as Addams family values* and Casper. Most had no complaints about the movies chosen although there were a few whom complained at the childish movies. But all it took was some threatening about a weekend assignment due on Monday with no doubt nobody would do it, the naysayers shut up.

 When the bell signaled the end of the day many kids swarmed the hallways. Some went over their plans for pranking and scaring little kids out of their hard earned candy. Some discussed which horror franchise to watch, Child’s play, Nightmare on Elm street or the one that was cliched but well placed choice.

The aforementioned girls met up in the school parking lot. Along with their other friends, Minerva Orlando, Kinana Scales, Cana Alberona, Meredy Sensor, and  Evergreen Gorgon,  They all got in their own car or carpooled heading to Cana’s large house, as her father Gildarts Clive would be out of tending to his work. They all decided to meet up at the meeting point for the big event, s ghost train. There  would be food, non alcoholic drinks, to Cana’s dismay, though everyone knew Cana would sneak a flask or two in.

Once they got there they immediately went to taking their costumes out of Cana’s closet. Lucy decided to be a Cinderella character though with a baby doll pink dress in lieu of a blue one, while Natsu , of course, decided to be a as he put it”scary awesome dragon.  Erza was dressed as Ariel, her hair in beautiful curls near end, with her seashell top and sparkling green  skirt and her lotus flower, she really fit the part while her boyfriend Jellal Fernandes had opted to be a sexy pirate rather than a prince.  Once Juvia had decided to be a virgin bride once she heard her darling boyfriend Gray Fullbuster would be going as a vampire.  Levy and her boyfriend Gajeel were going as a red riding hood and big bad wolf pair after seeing Dany Darkly’s Wolf song video on YouTube.  Wendy and her boyfriend  Romeo Conbolt decided to be a Tinkerbell and Peter Pan combination.  

Yukino Aguria and her boyfriend Rouge Cheney had decided to do opposites so she was an Angel, you can thank her older sister Sorano for that one. While Rouge at the urging of his cute and timid girlfriend dressed as Lucifer Morningstar from the hit TV show Lucifer( I love that show, don’t judge meh)

Mirajane ‘Mira’ Strauss and her green haired boyfriend Freed Justine had decided to dress as a bridal sacrifice and the demon who’d whisk her away.  Her younger sister Lisanna and her boyfriend Bixlow Totems were dressed a Princess Daisy and Luigi from the Mario franchise. The middle sibling Elfman and his girlfriend Evergreen were dressed as Greek figures, namely Achilles and  a nymph, the latter wanted to be a fairy, but grudgingly agreed to couples costumes.

Cana and her boyfriend Laxus had became  a Pokemon Trainer and her Pikachu. Laxus was not too happy about it but softened up when his neighbor little Asuka Conell beamed and smiled up to him when she heard. So he couldn’t be TOO mad.

Aries Rams  and her boyfriend, the infamous flirt Leo Leo ‘Loke’ Lions had decided to become what their respective zodiac members.

Former delinquent turned friend Minerva Orlando and her boyfriend Sting Eucliffe were a tigress and silver dragon, though Sting would argue he wasn’t copying Natsu and instead was doing Chinese Zodiacs, everyone knew that was bull.

Kinana and her boyfriend Erik Venom had became a snake and her snake charmer wearing a tight scale like purple and white  dress and  a snake charmer’s outfit.

Finally Meredy and her boyfriend Lyon Vastia, Gray’s stepbrother were dressed as a miko and a ice spirit.

After getting dressed they all hopped into their cars Erza with Lucy, Juvia, Aries and Wendy. Cana with Levy, Mira, Lisanna, Evergreen and Kinana. Minerva with Yukino, and Meredy.

After arriving and locking their cars. They meet up with their respective boyfriends and presented their tickets. Seeing all the decorations and food they all went off with their partner to do different things.  Although Wendy had to stick close to Erza since their mother Eileen  said to keep an eye the two of them. She was a really loving mother and wasn’t too keen on boys’ laying their hormone-stained hands on her precious children.’

They all had the time of their lives and when it ended at 1am, they were ll pooped. Natsu, Gajeel, Sting and Gray got into an eating contest, which in all reality was a bad idea, especially on a train.

The next day while the four idiots were fighting off  stomach aches, the rest spent the day with friends or their lover.

And that’s all folks. Sorry there wasn’t any dialogue.  But I trust that you guys can use your imaginations

This doesn’t mean I’m back yet.

I’ll be posting this on tumblr and Fanfiction. And maybe wattpad.

Again happy Halloween.


“I felt attracted to other boys when I was four years old, but by the time I hit puberty, it felt like a tractor beam was pulling me toward another person. I didn’t know any other gay people. There was no Internet back then. I had no information about life beyond my neighborhood, church, family, and friends. So I thought I was sick. I considered suicide when I was thirteen. I had the pills measured out and everything. But I picked up a psychology textbook from the library, and it said that all teenage boys go through a phase of sexual exploration. So I thought: ‘It’s just a phase. I can handle a phase.’ I thought as soon as I had a heterosexual encounter, it would all go away. It was a lie, of course. But it got me through my teenage years. And by the time I realized it wasn’t a phase, I’d developed so many other parts of my identity. I’d become good at swimming, running, and playing the cello. I was making good grades. I was even smoking pot. So by the time I finally accepted being gay, my identity was based upon a lot more than my sexuality.”