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strangers. | (M)

Don’t talk to strangers. You might fall in love.

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Genre: CEO!Jimin, Dom!Jimin, Smut, Fluff, Hints BDSM.

A/N: Surprise~! Happy Birthday Jiminnie (and happy belated birthday to @jiminniemouse! I hope you like your extremely late birthday present!)  I know this is a day late but this is my first smut ever and I spent a large amount of time cleansing my soul while writing this. I would like to thank @amazon-bookworm all the hours she spent drilling the do’s and dont’s of smut I literally wouldn’t have been able to write this without you!. I would also like to thank @creamsicklesz for editing this and surviving my horrible sentence structure and grammatical errors. Thank you also to @ihearteyesmilesss, @jungee, @we-go-hard-in-the-coffeehouse, @ktaehyngs, and of course the lovely birthday girl @dailydoseofdia for motivating my to write this! Please have mercy on my smut writing abilities this is my first time (/).(\) 

Reminder: all the writing from @chokemejimin is being moved to @the95liner

Okay no more delays, enjoy! 

The first day I saw him, I was running late. As I ran through the train doors just as they were about to close, he was perched comfortable against the opposite closed door. I leaned against the walls of the train compartment, my breathing embarrassingly heavy. His eyes briefly left the book in his hand and flashed towards me, the disruptor of a perfectly silent train during his early morning commute. His gaze lingered on my face for few seconds, making my cheeks heat up, before he turned back to his book.

As I steadied my breathing, I took the chance to gaze at the man. Needless to stay, he was handsome. No, not handsome, beautiful. A dark grey suit hugged his frame paired with a simple black shirt and a silky black tie. His grey hair combed away from his face with just a few strands falling on his forehead. His eyes were downcasted, trailing on his book. 

His tongue darted out habitually licking his lips; he sensually pulled his lower lip in between his teeth. Suddenly, his gaze flashed towards me, the darkness his of irises boring into me. His appearance might be that of an angel, but his gaze was purely sin.

I calmly looked away from him and gazed out the window. Maybe if I hadn’t looked away, I would’ve noticed the beautiful smile his lips had curved into. Maybe if I hadn’t looked away I would’ve noticed his silent glances. Maybe if I hadn’t looked away I would’ve noticed that he hadn’t turned a single page in his novel since I had gotten on the train.

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Here’s another reason language matters. “Democratic socialism,” the sort Bernie Sanders talks about and his supporters advocate, isn’t socialism at all, it’s welfare capitalism, meaning capitalism with more robust social safety nets administered by state institutions. The key takeaway there should be obvious: Calling capitalism socialism doesn’t make it socialism. It plays off the populism and altruism of socialist ideals to better seat a capitalist framework. Are safety nets good? When they help the working class and poor, yes. But as long as capitalism survives the structures which generate poverty survive, meaning poverty will endure – meaning social “safety nets” are less about ending inequality and more about fine-tuning its institutionalization.

I need help

I was denied SSI not even 3 months after finishing applying. They say I’m not disabled enough to not be abled to complete significant work. I’m SO FUCKING DISHEARTENED I haven’t been able to look at the letter since I got it, a week and a half ago.
I have no emotional labor to spare to continue working on this. It is too hard. I have less than 50 days to appeal and I have no idea how I can go about it. I had so much medical evidence submitted. So fucking much. I have no work experience, had to cut my schooling to part time when I was 13, essentially drop out at 17. There is no job at this time in my life I could do. And I would fucking love to work.
I’m not asking for money I just need your advice. If you’ve been through the process of getting governmental assistance (not just in the U.S.) I need any bit of insight you can offer. Tips, encouragement, ideas, anything please. I couldn’t even make it through writing this post without crying so I’m really not tryna become suicidal because of this grueling and unfair process. Reply or message me? Even send anons. I’m just a cripple who needs help.

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Aww, it’s a science museum shaketable exhibit for kids. Make your own building and wreck it with an earthquake.

misci_nyCheck out miSci’s newest hands-on exhibit: The MIGHTY SHAKE TABLE!

Build a structure from the building blocks provided. Turn the knob to start the earthquake. During the earthquake you can vary the intensity of the seismic waves by adjusting the potentiometer. See how well your structure stands up to the mighty forces of an earthquake!

The Mighty Shake Table teaches all sorts of stuff:
1. Earthquake Engineering Concepts: Engineering principles required to build a structure that survives an earthquake; foundation, height-base ratio, symmetry and truss.
2. Earth Science Concepts: Earthquakes are caused by motion on fault lines or breaks in the crust, plate tectonics and how major geological events affect the earth’s structure.
3. Science of Waves: The energy released by the movement of the earth’s plates along fault lines causes the seismic waves and what causes wave frequency to increase.
4. Scientific Testing: Analyze data from shake tests to determine similarities and differences between building designs to develop the best building practices for structures to withstand earthquakes.
Plus, it’s just a lot of FUN!!

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Eileach an Naoimh

One of the most intriguing - and also one of the less accessible - sites in the care of Historic Scotland, Eileach an Naoimh is a tiny uninhabited island in the Garvellachs group between Jura and Mull. On the island are a series of early Christian monuments including a pair of churches, two graveyards, and domestic buildings such as a kiln, barn, and a double-beehive hut. The monastic cells are within a pentagonal enclosed area looking over a landing place. Beyond the enclosure is another cell divided into two chambers.Eileach an Naoimh is closely linked with St Brendan the Navigator, a 6th century Celtic saint, and with later tales of St Columba. According to legend, St Brendan founded a monastery here in 542 AD. If true, that would make the buildings on Eileach an Naoimh the earliest surviving monastic structures in Britain. Although we must be careful with ascribing dates to the remains, for it is possible that at least some date to the early medieval period, though they may certainly have been built on the site of much earlier Celtic buildings. The earliest written record of a settlement here comes from the late 9th century.

St Columba is thought to have visited the island, and one theory suggests that his mother Eithne is buried here. A solitary gravestone stands on the slope of the hill above the monastery, marked with a simple cross. This is said to be the grave of Eithne (Aethne). According to Columba’s biographer, Adamnan, many of the miracles associated with the saint at Iona actually took place at a nearby island monastery called Hinba, which has been tentatively identified as Eileach an Naoimh. A well near the monastery is still called St Columba’s Well.

The monastery may have been destroyed during Viking raids in the 9th century, and has only occasionally been occupied since then. That very isolation probably explains the survival of the monastic buildings. 

There is no easy way to get to the island, chartering a private boat from Mull is your best bet, unless you have one of your own! 

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Did you know that the Great Sphinx has been buried by sand for much of its history?  It is also true that the most eroded and weathered part of the sphinx is the body, which is odd because, aside from being buried in sand most of the time, the Giza Plateau has not seen significant rain fall in 10,000 years.  In fact, the only two structures surviving from ancient Egypt with significant erosion by water are the Sphinx and the Sphinx Temple which were both carved from the same stone. Some believe the head of the Sphinx was re-carved from the head of a lion to resemble a Pharaoh because the head is not in proportion with the body.  Just how old is this thing?

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What’s for dinner? by Leon Molenaar
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Wild South Africa Kruger National Park I’ve been very fortunate the past year or so to have come across several packs of African Wild Dog, also known as The Painted Dog. The wild dog is South Africa’s most endangered carnivore and the second most endangered in Africa after the Ethiopian wolf. The current population of wild dogs in South Africa is estimated at less than 500. There survival depends greatly on their ability to stick together in close knit packs. They are intensely social animals, living most of the time in close association with each other. While a minimum of six dogs are necessary to successfully hunt and breed, a pack can be as small as a pair, or as large as thirty. Pack allegiance, such as pups getting first feed at a kill or members caring for the sick and injured, is an integral part of pack survival. The power structure within the pack resides in an alpha male and female pair, whose pups are nurtured by ‘baby sitters’, regardless of their mother. The alpha female selects a denning site, digging the spot by herself or with the help of other pack members, though she might choose an abandoned site, such as an aardvark hole. After a gestation period of 69-72 days, her pups are born black, with irregular white spots. Weighing in at around 11 ounces, the 10-11 pups in the litter are the offspring of the alpha female, although it’s been known for other females within the pack to also have puppies. Weaned at around five weeks, they’ll join the rest of the pack on hunts after six months. New packs are formed when same-sex siblings leave their group and join up with sub-groups of the opposite sex that have also left their group. Info obtained from several Internet articles

anonymous asked:

Ooooo for your second prompt meme, I think N would suit a great dark Sonic and Amy fic~ right?????

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Prompt:

With the Metarex’s still threatening the galaxy, the Sonic gang decide to rest on a snowy planet, hoping that if the conditions were this bad that no life grew, maybe they could rest from all the plants trying to kill them.

Cosmo grew weak on this planet, so Tails stayed behind in the ship to look after her.

Cream and Cheese played in the snow as Amy pulled the scarf up closer around her face. “Be careful, okay you two?” she lovingly smiled before something below the snow reached up and dragged her foot down.

“Ahh!! Help me!!” her scarf flew off as everyone on the ship heard the cries.

“Ah! Amy!” They quickly darted out of the ship.

Too late, they asked Cream what happened.

Terrified, she recalled a monster coming up from the snow and with a large hand, dragging Amy beneath it.

“The Metarex!?” Tails exclaimed, but Sonic shook his head, stepping up.

“I don’t know, Tails. But one thing’s certain.” he threw a hand up and tightened it into a fist. “We’re not going anywhere until Amy’s back! Safe and sound!”

Cosmo confirmed that it couldn’t be a Metarex, that their inner-structures couldn’t survive the sheer cold and icy winds here to thrive very long… so Sonic and Knuckles decided to try and dig through the ground.

Finding it nearly impossible, They suddenly heard loud missile launches and looked up.

Eggman had been following them, but so were the Metarex! They were battling above the planet, and as a missile missed and came crashing down to the planet, it left enough warm for Knuckles to hurry and dig through the soil, finding large tunnels.

The two tracked there while keeping communications with Tails and the others on the ship, who were getting invaded by the Metarex and Eggman’s robots; both of whom fought each other to take over the small group of animals with their one human and plant.

“Amy!” Sonic called, hearing the echo, before Knuckles turned around to scold him.

“Do you want to start an avalanche?”

“But there’s no snow down here…”

“But there are where Tails and the other’s are…”

Knuckles made a good point, so Sonic quieted down, before a cry shouted out and some ice above the cave-like tunnels started chipping lose.

“Amy?!”

“Look out!” Knuckles pushed Sonic out of the way from a gigantic icicle that sliced through the ground.

“…Ah, wait a second.” Sonic suddenly got an idea.

He jumped up and down, side to side, “HAHAAH!! MAKING NOISE! MAKING NOISE!” he clapped his hands as more Icicles started clanging their hard bodies to the ground, breaking the soil.

“ARE YOU INSANE!?” Knuckles involuntarily joined in…

The ground broke under them and Sonic cheered as Knuckles cried out in horror at their dark decent.

Light shone as Sonic grabbed Knuckles, holding the Chaos Emerald and teleporting to the bottom.

“Oh?” Sonic blinked his eyes at the beautiful crystals around him… suddenly, to his shocking horror, their were people INSIDE the crystals! Looking aged and drained of life, they were trapped in what looked like a forever sleep.

“Knuckles… are you seeing this?” the glare from the Emerald revealed more, before Knuckles snapped out of his anger and looked around too.

“We.. we gotta help these people.” He stated, turning around before his eyes grew wide. “Sonic! It’s-!” he almost lost his voice, creeped out as he rose a shaking hand to one crystal…

Amy was inside it!

“AMY!!” Sonic tossed the Emerald to Knuckles, who in his fright, fumbled with it as he smashed his homing-attack into the crystal.

Nothing was working.

“It’s not even budging…” Knuckles observed, holding the emerald in two hands before glaring and putting it away. “Alright… if spines won’t work.. HAAAA!!!” he charged at it, ramming his fists into it.

“Together.” Sonic uncurled, and nodded to Knuckles, who returned the gesture.

“Together!” Knuckles and Sonic combined their forces, about to strike before a white paw rose from the back of the tunnel of crystals.

The two stopped momentarily, slowly twitching with sweat drops to see a large creature, a huge pair of clawed paws, and a gaping mouth.

He roared a monster’s cry before draining the trapped and comatized people in the crystals, becoming bigger and bigger with their energy.

The energy spiraled in little balls of light, before Sonic turned to see Amy’s face withering away… shrinking…

“AMY!!” he pounded the crystal, before Knuckles grabbed his arm.

“Sonic, we have to stop this thing!”

Sonic’s whole body began to quake, his rage growing.

“Huh? Sonic..?” Knuckles felt some sort of energy pulse through Sonic, as his fur changed color, spooking Knuckles into letting him go.

“What?! What on earth is happening to you?” he flinched himself back, before Sonic turned around to the monster.

“So,… you like stealing people’s friends and draining their life to supply your own… is that is?” His smile was wicked, and Knuckles was so astonished at the change that he remained motionless.

“THEN TAKE ALL OF MINE!!!” Sonic suddenly burst out a black energy, one Knuckles had never seen before.

The power went shooting into the monster, who groaned and began growing bigger and bigger.

His body broke through the first layer of caves… then entered the surface where he threw his arms up, almost collapsing the entire planet in an avalanche.

“Still hungry?” Sonic snickered, before fully giving the monster the extends of his power.

“Knuckles!” he cried out, “TOGETHER!”

He spun around, and Knuckles obeyed only out of sheer instinct, and they both smashed into the crystal.

Their force propelled them into the other crystals, freeing what little of the living there was left.

The monster kept growing, even with Sonic exerting his energy to free the other captives, and gripped it’s stomach in pain.

Amy was motionless, but her energy was still drained.

Dark Sonic flew back to her side, and picked her up.

His fingers twitched around her frame, gripping her closer and lowering his head even more…

“Grr….gr….GRAAHHHH!!!”

His power kept going, until the monster was able to swip in pain at Eggman and the Metarex’s ships, having them flee as the others were safe, but then the avalanches did commence…

“The ground.. it’s shaking!” the people, barely survivors, all groaned in their weakness…

Not yet.” Sonic snickered, his power still soaring up to the now thrashing in agony monster. “Just a little more…” he gripped Amy closer, almost crushing her in his grip.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

He threw his head up as the monster reared… then exploded.

It’s body popped like a balloon, as energy flew out. Two kinds, one was dark and immediately smashed into the mountain’s like large canon-bullets.

The others, were glowing yellow and gentle, slowly seeping down into their respectful homes.

The people that had looked dead, were now stirring to life. The old and withered suddenly looked young and beautiful again.

Amy… was restored to her former youth and beauty.

Sonic lowered his head, “Ahh…” he released the last of his anger and watched her stir in his arms.

Feeling her life returning, he didn’t want her to see him like this, and powered down slowly….

The mist of darkness desipated as she came too, blinking up at him softly. “S..Sonic?”

The ground still shook, but he lovingly gave her a smile, before falling to his knees.

“Sonic!” she cried out fright, putting her hands to the sides of his face.

“We have to go, now!” Knuckles warned, carrying children in his arms as the people frantically spoke another language behind him.

“But Sonic-! He seems-”

“He’ll have to wait!” Knuckles threw Sonic over his shoulder, hearing him groan as Amy got up and kept a hand on his back, worried about him.

The two and the following, frantic people raced through the tunnels.

“We have to leave now!” Tails spoke wildly as the creaks of his ship were heard clearly on the other end of their communicators.

“We know, we know, we know!” Knuckles repeated, trying to drill but finding no place to land his fists.

“Soooniicc!!” Knuckles shouted, knowing he wasn’t nearly as fast enough to get all these people out in time.

Sonic’s eyes suddenly blinked a little more open, before his head shot up and he turned around.

“Woah, thanks for the ride Knuckles. I can take it from here. Hmph.” Sonic turned serious after his little, playful joke. He sped off with people in his arms and placed them on the ship. Amy and Knuckles were last, but as the caves came down, he ran faster than the two were used too.

“Heh, plenty of time to spare.” Sonic flicked his nose…

As the entire planet caved in on itself, and crashed with snow all around it.

He was being cocky… but they were already in the air… and half of the entire crowd was panting at how close it really was to certain death.

Later, Sonic sneezed, and Amy immediately put his feet in hot water.

“Phhoo…” he breathed out, having a towel over his shoulders as steam covered the room.

He was sharing this ‘steam’ with lots of people, as Amy rose up from warming the next patch of water for him and smiling politely down to him.

“Better?”

“Much better. Thank you.”

Their eyes held each other’s stares for a moment…

Amy looked away then, and Sonic wondered why.

“You… Knuckles said you did something different to save me… you kinda scared him.”

Sonic suddenly straightened his back, and looked away.

“Eh-heh…heh..” he rubbed the back of his head, as if trying to play it off. “Beats me..”

She looked back at him, unable to tell if he meant it or not, and nodded with a smile. “Alright then… I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” She didn’t know whether to believe Knuckles’s stories or not… but she knew Sonic would never act like a ‘dark monster of his own’. So she smiled and skipped off to help others.

Landing on a paradise planet, the people were thrilled to begin new lives, and waved the sonic team off with joyful thanks in their singing and cheering.

Sonic waved before turning back to look for Amy.

Going down a corridor, he saw her looking at her scarf he had caught before jumping to make the departure of the ship.

He held his breath, afraid of startling her.

She drew the scarf close to her… and he couldn’t see anything more, since her back was facing him.

He bent his eyebrows back… promising himself he’d never let her see the true monster he had become…

Even if it was to save her life.

The Three Classes of Auradon

So where the Isle separated by base skillset, Auradon separates by birthright. See, on the Isle everyone starts out equal. Having a rottenest of the rotten parent might give you an edge in learning how to do whatever you do, but it still falls to your own natural inclinations to find where you survive in the world’s structures. 

Carlos is the son of the cruelest and meanest Conqueror of the old class of villains, but Carlos survives as the target of bullying and as a victim. Every Tremaine in the books is flirtatious and manipulative, but Dizzy isn’t. Jafar was cunning and crafty but Jay… prefers to live off what his body can do.

No, in Auradon your fate is set by your birth rite. Everything is so rigidly locked into place that there’s very little movement out of where you began to where you might want to be. Limits further cemented by a lack of magic to tip the scales and allow for a sudden thrust in mobility.

Class One - Nobles

(Examples: Ben, Chad, Audrey.)
If you were born to a noble house, you carry a noble status. The bright lights and movie star life that is being the most beloved and pampered child of your own corner of the land. Ben, raised to rule with kindness and strength, actually is fairly complete as a person. Needing to serve his people as much as they serve him.

Chad and Audrey however… wanted for nothing and are petty, self-important, and all around terrible people. Chad moreso than Aurora’s daughter.

Class Two - Adventurers

(Examples: Lonnie, Jordan.)
While not… royal, they carry a personal freedom to do what they wish. They’re a little more grounded, a little less self-important, but they don’t seem to aim for a conventional lifestyle. If the world still had villains and monsters to fight, they’d be exploring ruins and fighting monsters. Instead they turn their skills into fashion and flash. Not wrong, but it doesn’t seem to help the world turn.

They are at least overall better people.

Class Three - Workers

(Examples: Doug, Jane.)
Workers seem to gravitate to practical skills and a mundane dull future. Seeking only the basics of job security and love. They don’t aim for the stars like an Adventurer, nor do they demand them like a Noble. There’s an unfortunate Huxlean element to staying within your lanes in this world I dislike. Further adding fuel to that ‘Auradon is a disney colored dystopia’ fire. But these are the ones that make the world work.

I mean, it says a lot that anytime someone who isn’t a Noble heads toward what they want, Audrey or Chad is there to go ‘that isn’t how the world works!’ at the top of their lungs. Angry that they might not get everything under the stars and moon to themselves. (Mal getting Ben, regardless of how Mal did it, Ben wasn’t happy with Audrey in the first place. Chad getting angry at VKs on the tourney team, then Lonnie on the R.O.A.R. team.)

This is why when I write fic, the Auradonian nobles who I liked the films for are a hell of a lot kinder to everyday people than any of this.

paof9  asked:

My daughter's best friend has become engaged to attempt a same-sex marriage, and my daughter is likely to be invited to the celebration and even to stand up in the ceremony. I've read your previous replies to the question of whether it is ok for a Catholic to attend an event like this, but wonder if you have any advice for a father who plans to counsel his daughter against accepting. She still lives with us and is a practicing Catholic. Thank you.

Hello,

I would begin by telling her how honestly difficult it is for you to have this talk with her. You know she will find certain things hard to hear, and you don’t want to hurt her. But at the same time, just let her know that your conscience compels you, to have to say certain things. You trust that she’s mature enough to hear.

Remind her that you’ve had very close friends too. When it comes to close friends, we all try to respect them, love them, and stand by them. However, sometimes it is alright to disagree with a friend, even a friend whom you love very much.

She’ll want to know how she can be a true friend, unless she is loyal and celebrates that friend’s wedding. That’s a compliment to you as a parent, that she has that sense of loyalty you have instilled in her, which may make her want to give public witness, in support of her friend’s same-sex marriage ceremony.

Affirm the goodness of loyalty, but also the goodness of boundaries in any loyal friendship. One boundary is that each friend accepts a person’s beliefs, or religion, or values, even if they think they are in error. She should not feel compelled to attend her friend’s political party rally, or church. Her friend would hopefully accept that they can disagree on Catholic teachings.

Maybe your daughter might state that she is a believing Catholic, but she has a heart to accept that not all people can live according to the Catholic rules. That is fair. My response would be that not all people, by the same standard, can publicly stand up and support same sex weddings. Is that because they’re homophobic? No, it’s because they share a moral value with Jews, Muslims, and many other religions that marriage is supposed to be between a man and woman.

So ask if any, of the “Catholic rules,” are important enough to defend? Like the rules against racism, oppression of the poor? Should we give public witness to those Catholic rules? Or should all our Catholic values only be cherished privately, and keep them to ourselves, and not offend people in public by standing up for them?

I would respond that the Catholic value of marriage between one man and one woman is important enough to Catholics that we should witness to it in a public way. It should not be something we are ashamed of. We should not just cherish God’s plan for marriage in a private way.

If we take a public stand in support of a same sex weddings, this will cause a certain scandal to the other members of our faith community. They will wonder why our Catholic vision for marriage in God’s plan is not important enough to defend in public.

I would say that God created us in His image. Male and female He created us. For this reason, Jesus said, a man shall leave his father and mother, and cling to his wife. They will have offspring and become one flesh. Thus, if Jesus would have clearly spoken of marriage like this in the Bible, it is worthy of our call as disciples to stand by His word.

The private parts of a man, and the private parts of a woman, developed in nature, are essential for humans to sexually join together. The structure and biology of the human body dictates how our species is to survive. The proper structure of sexual love gives us the clear answer as to how we are designed to couple, according to nature.

This Catholic value is not just about honoring the Bible and Catholic doctrine. The Biblical teaching is simply reaffirming what is good and natural according to our biology and the structure of our bodies for survival of the species. In the event that children are a possibility in a marriage, it is only natural that the child’s mom and dad should cherish and raise that child.

What child does not long to be loved by their own mother and father, and to enjoy in their family life the male presence, and female presence, in marriage?

Your daughter might point out that while it is ideal for a marriage to have children, procreated from the spouses and raised lovingly by them, the reality is that some couples do not want children at all.

Some heterosexual couples cannot even have children. The reality is that some couples are very much in love with a person of the same sex.  

You daughter might point out that even though Mother Nature (i.e. the Creator of Nature), or human instincts, seem to have called most couples to be male-female as a couple, and procreate to carry on our species, there are couples who want to just live together in love, and be happy, ever after.

Fair enough. There is logic in that argument, of course. After all, it is true that marriage could be redefined in civil law to accept that it is no longer an institution about heterosexual procreation.

Marriage law, it is argued, can be changed to say it is no longer about family life, or even about having a family, but is just about two people loving each other and contributing to society with their love. In fact, that seems to be what the Supreme Court decision did in regards to gay marriage.

However, even if people in modern society give the okay to redefine marriage, that does not make the redefinition of marriage correct. Such a redefinition requires that we ignore nature, evolution, biology, and the physical structure of the male and female body that makes natural sex possible.

But some say, who cares? “Rules are made to be broken.” 

It is said by gay marriage proponents that even if “heterosexual marriage” is “natural” and gay marriage is out of sync with biology, there are plenty of examples in nature where there are exceptions to the rule. In nature, animals of all kinds also depart from natural behaviors. 

Thus, it is asked, why can’t same sex love and marriage also be seen as an exception to the “natural biological” structures for procreation and family life? A couple whose love is “not natural” is still a couple in love, that wants to be happy.

I respond that even if people are willing to say that same sex marriage is an “exception to the rule” or is perfectly natural for some couples, the principles of biology are important for the sake of law. Civil law is supposed to seek what is most in accord with human nature, what is natural to procreation, and what is most ideal for child rearing. This is why for thousands of years societies codified marriage as existing between one man, and one woman.

And unfortunately in civil law, and marriage law in particular, when something is redefined or changed, it imposes legal obligations on the rest of society. Thus, people who in their conscience cannot accept same sex weddings as ethical are forced to publicly recognize what their conscience tells them is wrong according to nature’s plan for the survival of the species and of families that are nuclear and intact.

Christians have been condemned for saying these things, and have been blamed for superstitiously following an outdated book (the Bible). But even with no Bible, we can observe nature and the survival of the species, requiring a sperm and an ovum, a male and female, who procreate their children, to be loved and raised by them, and ideally them only—not given away to a same sex couple because biologically they cannot make babies.

We can observe that biologically, a woman completes a man in sexual intercourse, and a man completes a woman in sexual intercourse, according to the body’s physiology. This is affirmed or reinforced in the Biblical stories, that male-female design in nature is a sign of the Creator’s plan that “male and female, He created them.”

For those raised Catholic, there is nothing more we want than for our friends to fall in love and be happy. We want our friends to find that special person and get married (and live happily, ever after). However, what I would say is that, if same-sex marriage fails to convey ths plan which the Creator shows through biology and physiology, how can we witness to it and support it in public ceremonies?

It same sex weddings fail to convey nature’s plan established in biology, physiology, and the fulfillment of male-female roles laid out for marriage, how can a loyal son or daughter of the Church witness to that kind of marriage? Are we not at the same time opposing our Creator, whose design for marriage is male-female, with a mom and dad living with their children, and the children living with the mom and dad who conceived them?

There is no getting around the fact that for your daughter, not attending and not standing up at her friend’s same sex wedding will probably mean that she will lose that friend.

In these days, tolerance is a one-way street. The person whose beliefs do not agree with gay marriage is expected to support and accept gay marriage. It is demanded, with insistence, that it is equal to, and exactly the same as, marriage between a man and woman. We are told that is the foregone conclusion of these modern times—that it’s about equality and fairness.

However, the person who favors the same sex idea of “marriage equality” has no obligation whatsoever to try to accept or tolerate any disagreement on the issue, any debate or discussion from the opposing side. If your daughter does not go along with the crowd and raise her salute to “marriage equality” she may be shunned or even despised for “christofascism”.

It is a very difficult choice for her. Free speech, freedom of religion, freedom of conscience are only rights if you go along with everyone else. So it will be difficult to convince her to dare to disagree, dare to be different, dare to insist that the 1st amendment applies as much to her as everyone else. God bless and take care, Fr. Angel

i thought it was a dry season
long thick amber brown
and rather rigid
 
sterile boundaries
trenches dug with bare hands in hard soil
waiting for a war that never comes
a chasing after the wind
 
oh humans
so shortsighted
trusting what our eyes can see
what a lack of imagination
 
no it wasn’t the desert sand
suffocating and shifty
it was growing downward
roots binding deeper into the soil
pushing, persisting, weaving
an underground crown
sweet woody smoky garland
of brownish-purple flowers
 
built to withstand mudslides and rockfalls
resist frost and wildfire
survive heavy pressure
chaotically structured
strong
 
the waters will not carry me
unless i choose to embrace the flow
 
it was a necessary season
even if the all this growing left me feeling like a hollow oak
a home for everyone else but me
yet a time is coming and has now come
 
i’m ready for the sunshine
fragrant lemongrass days
pine tree mistery nights
i can finally taste the air
it’s intoxicating
— 

vetyver prophecy // julia m.

inspired by @nosebleedclub ‘s prompt for napowrimo, “Vetiver”

  • the lamestream media: summer! partying! going to the beach! lots of free time to have fun every day!!!!
  • me, a wretched hag who cant survive without structure and outside forces telling me how to spend my time: *choking noises*
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Lover’s Bridge

The oldest surviving structure in Windenburg, Lover’s Bridge earned its name as the most popular spot in the city for marriage proposals. Now a tourist destination, the bridge features artists, buskers, and vendors. 

Time has left many secrets beneath Lover’s Bridge… What can your sims discover?

CC-free. On the gallery under Origin ID: femmeonamission. 

Tag me if you use this lot in your game - I’d love to see! And of course, please don’t re-upload or claim as your own.


I’m really excited to share my second build for my new Windenburg world (first build is here)! Thanks to everyone for making my first week on Tumblr so great! <3 

     While I had spotted this some time ago, I only recently tried to visit. It was hard to find, harder to get to and difficult to capture, having become very overgrown. It used to be visible from the road, but wasn’t when I finally sought it out. As I walked onto the property I only found it when I looked back, feeling like I had gone too far. I couldn’t believe that I walked right by it! After that it still took a few minutes to get to, requiring traversing brush, a tricky leaf covered trash heap and fallen barbed wire.
    From the looks of the inside it spent it’s last days before abandonment as a toolshed, although the design suggests to me that it could have originally been a house. It’s amazing how this small structure has survived years of tropical storms and hurricanes, especially in it’s neglected condition. 

7/7/17

Morocco.Marrakech View of the ornate ceiling of the Koubba Ba'adiyn,  ,It is the oldest building in Marrakech (c.1100) and the only surviving Almoravid structure in Morocco