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why does Mom put these humiliating antlers on me and take pictures!!!!
I sure hope these pics don't end up on the web or anything like that!!!
uhhhhh....
what Lexy MEANT to say is
"Merry Christmas everyone!"
Having played "Things can only get better" humiliating Sunak, even more than Sunak was already humiliating himself announcing the General Election in the soaking rain, the word had clearly gone out that Steve Bray was not going to be allowed to repeat that on the morning after the General Election defeat of Sunak and the Tories.
Initially a junior police liaison officer asked Steve Bray not play his music (a rude Tory version of "Bye Bye Baby") through an amplifier because it would disturb the people working in the Foreign and Commonwealth Office; possibly the most pathetic justification imaginable. When he played the music a further time, not very loudly, the bearded officer appeared and said he would be arrested and the amps confiscated and further discussions ensued. Finally Superintendent Withers appeared with his red epaulettes, stony faced, refused to provide the name of the senior commander who had issued the instruction and made it clear that they were actually going to act on this excessive abuse of police discretion. Steve Bray then tried to use the unamplified old style megaphone and was threatened with the confiscation of that as well and ultimately had no option but to walk away as Sunak's car exited Downing Street for his final humiliation before the King.
It will be interesting to see if the new Labour Government repeals the Police Crime Sentencing And Courts Act 2022 which gifted the police such oppressive powers to silence protest to the point of the unamplified human voice.
Waiting your time, dreaming of a better life
Waiting your time, you`re more than just a wife
You don`t have to do what your mother has done
She has done
This is your life, this new life has begun
It's your day...woman's day
Turning the tide, you are on the incoming wave
Turning the tide, you know you are nobody`s slave
Find your sisters and brothers who can hear all the truth
In what you say
They can support you when you`re on your way
Changing your ways, changing those surrounding you
Changing your ways, more than any man can do
Open your heart, show him the anger and pain
So you heal
Maybe he`s looking for his womanly side
And you feel you had to be so strong
And you do nothing wrong, nothing wrong at all
We`re gonna to break it down
We have to shake it down, shake it all around
We are shaking the tree...
Peter Gabriel
Ciel- T///////T Don't you dare post that picture...
Me- ...too late?
Ciel- o///////////e;; *twitch*
Me- Heh heh... ^___^;
Needless to say, Ciel is FUDGING ADORABLE in Emma's stock :P...
Expect a yaoi tease in the near future <////<....;P
Another year, another 100 things about me. If you missed out on the first installment, go here.
I’d love to see the evolution of man in time-lapse photography, from single-celled organism to today.
I don’t believe that men think about sex every 7 seconds. Unless when the study was conducted, a naked woman passed by the doorway every 7 seconds.
The first time I ever cleaned my own toilet was one of the most humiliating and disgusting times in my life.
Staring into the heart of a fire is very relaxing to me
I love when a young woman’s body glistens, whether it’s with sweat or she’s covered in baby oil.
I’d like to milk a cow before I die
My favourite flowers are: Calla lilies, heliconia, and tulips.
I find it incredible that the human heart beats day and night without me even thinking about it. What a little champion!
I find that meditation is the antidote to Murphy’s Law
I pray for Jack Black’s demise.
My favourite food is Chinese. Or Thai.
Every time I pass a pretty girl, I wait for the breeze she creates to hit my nose, then I take in her scent.
I still don’t own an iPod
I think the Nissan 350Z is hotter than any Porsche on the road today.
I agree, mean people suck. But, I’m tired of hearing about it.
There are four qualities I’m constantly on the lookout for when meeting new people. Someone who is: 1) Intelligent 2) Well-Traveled 3) Open-minded 4) has a Sense of Wonder about the World. The first can be found relatively easily. The first two, a little less. The third is hard enough to find by itself, let alone combined with the first two. If the first three elements are in place, the fourth is nearly always there.
I vote sporadically, but will try harder.
If no one’s in the room, I’ll lick the plate clean of spaghetti sauce.
I once held my breath until I passed out.
I once woke up at night to the sound of, what I can only describe as, a cross between a pig squealing and a girl shrieking. Whatever it was, it ran passed my window fast.
I also once awoke to the sound of someone breathing about 2 ½ feet away from my head, but no one was in the room. No matter which way I turned my head, the point of origin would not reveal itself. I ran out of the room. When I came back, it was gone.
No matter how many years go by, I still feel 16
My older brother looks younger than me
I hate when people utter the phrase, “Well… job security,” when faced with a pile of work. What kind of mutant mothers did you pop out of? And why are you all American? Get away from me!
I can’t quite grasp why people are loyal to the companies they work for and tolerate mistreatment by so-called “superiors”.
I think Jack Nicholson looks like a used car salesman when he’s sporting a mustache.
I think grown men look funny driving Toyota Echoes and Yaris hatchbacks. If there’s any way for a guy to get laid less, than by not owning a car at all, it’s by owning one of these cars. Sex comes before reliability, my friend.
I like when women cook for me. I think it's sweet.
After discovering Zeppelin in 2003, absorbing their catalog of rock masterpieces, and concluding my obsession with them, I found it incredibly hard to listen to any other rock n’ roll music. They set the bar so high.
My birthmark has all but disappeared
I’m convinced meteorologists are overpaid hacks and should publicly apologize every time they’re wrong.
I’ve never tried marijuana, want to try mushrooms, and that drug Sting spoke of in his book, Broken Music.
Legalize it. What the hell, legalize ‘em all.
I’ve listened to Cheech & Chong’s Greatest Hit well over a hundred times.
I AM A MIGHTY OAK IN A FOREST OF SAPLINGS!
I am a self-help survivor
My favourite pizza topping is Canadian Bacon
I’m amazed at how many erogenous zones women have. How a light nibble on an earlobe can make your body shudder with delight is beyond me, but I’m all for it!
I think being employee of the month is tantamount to being called the best slave on the plantation.
I have pleaded with something or someone outside myself to get me through tough times.
I wish the people in my life well before I go to sleep every night
I believe you can learn something from everyone, even those you hate.
I desire peace most when I’m under the greatest stress
I believe that those who are truly wise do not let age, sex, jealousy, or socio-economic status get in the way of learning from others.
I’m often contrarian in conversation, not with the intent to argue, but either to bring another view to the table, or just to make a conversation fun with a completely-out-of-left-field idea.
The more I talk about my greatness in a fun way, the more women smile and like me more.
I’m an idea man.
Golden showers don’t appeal to me personally, but I loved Dave Chappelle’s comedy sketch about R. Kelly peeing on girls. I’ve sang along with the song : )
I don’t have blind faith in expert opinions. I listen, but only believe if I feel what they say is true for me.
I’ve become quite adept at reading the body language of people in downtown Portland. I can tell from blocks away, with a high degree of accuracy, who’s going to ask me for change, a smoke, to sign a petition, sign up for OSPIRG, or buy a Street Roots.
I walk fast. The worst people to pass, in general, are white people. They rarely give an inch (give an inch, make a friend).
One of my goals as a kid was to have $100 in one bank in each of the U.S. states.
I stuck my fingers in a fan with a metal blade when I was a kid. From what I’m told, the ends of three fingers were dangling from their stumps.
New Orleans has a special place near my heart.
I love beignets
The three things I think about most are: 1) how to support myself without working for someone else. 2) photography 3) women & humour (I can’t separate the two)
Levi’s 501’s are my favourite jeans.
I discovered the power of Karma in ‘95
I once knew the most wonderful woman in the world. Unfortunately, she was married. Otherwise, you’d be reading the words of the happiest man in the world.
I believe evolution works like an exponential moving average. More emphasis is placed on the most recent generation’s strengths and abilities than all previous generations to deal best with today’s challenges. But, they’re all part of the mix.
I also believe our DNA isn’t static and changes as we go through life. Actually, I read a couple years back that my belief was proven true.
I’m a little more intelligent than I let on
I fear the world is becoming culturally homogenous
I wonder why only the Chinese and Italians get a section of town named after their country.
I wonder why there’s no cheese in Chinese food. Anybody?
I’ve found that the rain in Spain really does fall mainly on the plain
Root to tip: 6 and a half inches.
I’ve never been caught. You know.
I once had a dream where I had a gun, and everything I shot turned into a bubble gum bubble that expanded a few feet before it exploded.
I thought the first 2 Harry Potter movies were terrible, skipped the 3rd, and enjoyed the 4th. Ralph Fiennes was an excellent choice to play Voldemort.
I don’t often know if my travels are the result of my need to take pictures or if my picture taking is the result of my need to travel.
I’d like to run in a marathon some day.
I’ve driven from coast to coast.
I’ve not yet made a single print of any one of my digital pictures
I’ve never been to an opera
I think root beer floats are overrated. Ice-cream is great. Root beer is great. Together the pair makes an abusive couple.
I try to appreciate people for who they are and not concern myself with what they’re not.
I think the intricacy of snowflakes is overwhelmingly beautiful.
I had one of the best sandwiches of my life at a 7-Eleven in Las Vegas
Political correctness offends me and I’m suing for pain and suffering
I don’t know if I could be a comedian, but I think I could pitch some good ideas
I’d like to spin saltwater taffy all alone in an attic with a lone 60 watt bulb and jazz playing in the background.
I have a romantic vision of getting my pool game to a high level and touring America’s pool halls and meeting people.
I have another romantic vision of playing slide guitar down on the bayou to the alligators and swamp frogs.
I make myself laugh more than other people make me laugh.
One of my favourite quotes from LOTR was Gandalf telling Frodo, “Do not be too eager to deal out death and judgment.” Awesome!
I love going somewhere cool I’ve been before and taking someone who’s never been. Seeing the world through another’s eyes is a kick.
I’ve noticed that people like to see the wonderful qualities about themselves reflected back to them through another’s eyes.
I have a theory that we’re all gods who were bored because we knew everything there was to know, so we created this world where we could temporarily forget all we knew and see the world with new eyes.
I believe that time goes faster as you get older because you’re seeing and experiencing fewer and fewer new things that create the memories that create your sense of time. The challenge is to always be looking at things in a new way, from a different perspective, and magnify the intensity of a memory. Time can be slowed. I’ve done it.
I believe that beginner’s luck is the universe’s way of encouraging you to try new things.
I wonder why there’s a universal law stating that it takes more effort to create something than to destroy it.
I’m a seeker of profound wisdom
I understand the benefits of arrogance and humility
I think conversation skills should be taught in school
I hate when people use the word “should”
I think today’s school system is behind the times
I highly appreciate the art of comedy
I believe there’s no form of comedy more pure or raw than stand-up. It’s the Texas No-Limit Hold ‘em of the art.
I believe that a big part of success is just showing up
I love dates. The fruit.
I believe that a pretty girl can never be too girly.
I don’t think there’s a single move a beautiful woman can make that isn’t cute.
When I see old dilapidated, abandoned, singular houses by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, I wonder about the big dreams the first owners must have had when they settled there and how their dreams must have dried up.
I love watching Jimmy Page play guitar.
I love the call-to-march opening drum beat of Sunday Bloody Sunday
I think the homo-erotic relationship between Bono and The Edge is intriguing
I believe in going too far. You’ll never know where the edge is unless you do.
Fubuki is my all-time favourite Flickr Hero. He hits every note that sings to my heart and mind.
I think black and white shots of old dolls are creepily compelling
Saeculum Viewing Red Flare
Humiliated through brutalization and enforcement through gunpoint has led us to the want of heroes and leaders who will not back down.
July 14, 2011.
You can take everything I have; You can break everything I am
Sister
That feeling when people just stare at you but never say a single word, at all, and it makes you feel like there's something wrong with you. Or that, you're so incredibly ugly that they're actually mocking you without words.
That feeling when everyone else is talking to each other and you're just standing there, and you feel like you're not accepted the way everyone else is, but you have a smile plastered on your face like you're perfectly fine with all of this.
That feeling when someone thinks it's funny to discuss something that you're extremely insecure about, over, and over again, and your face has gone blank and devoid of any expression while their laugh rings in your ears, and the hot prickly sensation of humiliation and frigid emptiness begins to devour you.
What would you do if this happened to you on a regular basis?
...publicly humiliate that summbitch.
One of my "Honey turn the car around!" moments this weekend. I love when we run across gems like this.
For #Flickrfriday #MoneyMoneyMoney theme.
March to May 1740 Vice Ad. Vernon siege Cartagena, with 186 ships and about 27,000 men; City defense was 5 forts, 6 ships and about 6,000 men leaded by Ad. De Lezo.
After 16 days of constant cannon fire, the men in Bocachica fort retreat, letting the Brit fleet into the bay. Full of pride Vernon send dispatch that he conquered the City, at least 11 variations of medals and coins were stroked. Three of them depicted in this picture.
After numerous attempts by land and sea in the next month and a half, anything from 9,500 up to 11,500 British died, 800 Cartagena defenders and the 6 ships were lost, humiliated Vernon returned to London, George II ordered never speak of the defeat again.
Next to a Spanish values chest miniature replica lays a 1797 British coin, and 3 medals stroked to commemorate a British "victory" that never came true.
In the soft background a scale model of a 18th century Spanish Galeón.
By the way, Cartagena de Indias was never took by any invasor force in history.
Sony QX100 tripod stand; available light from a small alcohol lamp, Gold+ priority mode, Auto WB.
Digital Darkroom:
Capture one 8.1 express for Sony: -0.7 EV; Auto HDR; Curve adjusted; Sharpness.
DxOFilmPack 3: Black and white film pack and grain; Orange filter.
Vincent's fever continued to burn throughout the afternoon and everyone was on edge because of it. After Vincent had woken for those few seconds earlier, Bernadette had brewed an extra strong bhang tea to help him sleep harder. Thankfully he continued to be able to hold down liquids and medicine so Bernadette deemed that it was a good sign. She didn't want to give Damien and Aiden false hope but it was looking like Vincent might just pull through after all.
It was evening, only a few hours later, when the fever finally broke! With a fresh change of bandages and bedding Vincent was finally resting better than he had in the near day and half since his capture.
Around his bed stood Bernadette, Damien, and Aiden; all breathing a sigh of relief as they gazed down at him. Damien could see that Bernadette and Aiden were beyond exhausted; Aiden even more so due to his efforts of rescuing Vincent but at least he'd taken a nap earlier. Bernadette had not. Damien's attention turned to Bernadette and gave her a meaningful look and asked, "Will you rest now?"
"Yes," she agreed with a huff. "But after we get something to eat. I'm famished!"
The mention of food sent all of their stomachs grumbling loudly. None of them had eaten today and it had been even longer for Bernadette and Aiden. Since Aiden didn't know where the food vendors were and Bernadette was clearly exhausted, Damien agreed to the errand of picking up some dinner. Aiden and Bernadette made sure to thank him enthusiastically as he made his way out the door with a small chuckle and promise of being quick.
Once Damien was gone, Bernadette informed Aiden that she was going outside for some fresh air and to write a note to her mother to update her on Vincent's condition. Aiden was glad to let her take some time for herself and sent her off with an encouraging smile. He turned and found himself wandering back towards Vincent's bedroom where he sat down beside his bed on the chair.
The mention of writing made Aiden think of his own correspondence with his father. Aiden had already eagerly sent off a letter to update him on everything that had happened up to their arrival in the capitol, with the promise of another letter to follow this week. It was to include their scheduled stops now that Aiden knew where his captain was sending them. But now, all of that was going to change. With Vincent's injuries as bad as they were, surely they wouldn't be back in the air anytime soon. So much had changed and happened in the last week since he'd sent that letter that he wouldn't even know where to start!
That line of thought suddenly yanked Aiden away from thoughts of the not yet written letter to the realization of what he had done. Now that he was relaxing and coming down from the adrenaline of trying to keep Vincent alive, the realizations of everything that had happened suddenly started to sink in; things that he couldn't tell his father.
"Oh God," Aiden breathed in shock as he sat there and stared at his hands with wide eyes. He'd killed a man just last night! Not only that, but he'd aided in the death of another and proceeded to dump their bodies in a cell to rot and took their keys as if he were some hooligan or pirate! And he'd done it all without a second thought! His ONLY hesitation had been during his disagreement with Vincent. But his argument had really been about Vincent's declining health and not over the principle of going after Thorn. In fact, Aiden had gone along with it as soon as Vincent assured him that was what he wanted.
That was another thing that boggled his mind a bit. There always seemed to be more to Vincent than met the eye. Vincent had actually asked him to do such an awful thing and told him exactly how to do it just after killing a man himself! And to top it all, Aiden followed orders without question!
'...and I'd do it again,' he thought to himself as he sat there. 'All of it. And if Vincent couldn't kill Thorn, I'd have done it myself; once I found out why the Hell he did this in the first place anyway!'
Aiden was shocked by his own thoughts! Yet as he sat there thinking about it, he had to concur with his earlier sentiment: Yes, he'd do it again. He waited for the horror and guilt to come but as seconds turned into minutes he found that there was none. Aiden never would have considered himself to be a murderer so what the Hell did THAT mean?! It wasn't as if he wanted to go out and murder someone else!
But as he turned his gaze upon his captain sleeping there on the bed so worn out and exhausted, Aiden felt all those uncertainties about himself start to seep out of him. No, he realized, it had been because of Vincent; for Vincent. He was alive and would see another day. No matter how scary and uncertain the whole situation had been he knew that if it meant saving this man's life he'd do it again and again. He was worth it. And despite the secrets and a dangerous side lurking beneath his surface, Aiden found he was still not swayed by Vincent in the least.
And hadn't he already proven it before? This wasn't the first time he'd been here for Vincent: there was last week when he'd come across him at the tavern. The memory of walking him home brought a tiny smile to Aiden's face as well as a small blush as he remembered how adorable Vincent had been, pointing out the dimples at the corner of Aiden's mouth and making him smile and doing little things that had made him feel good about himself. And he'd been there for Vincent all night until morning where he had been there for him during his breakdown. No, Aiden hadn't known for sure the cause of it until today, but he wanted to hear the story from Vincent. And he knew he'd be there for him when he was ready.
In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to keep being here. Not just for him but with him; to find the pleasures in life and fight side by side each and every day with him. Aiden couldn't pinpoint when exactly it had happened or even how, but in such a short time Vincent Dubois had become someone so important to him and he couldn't just let him go.
'I couldn't let him go. I need him,' he thought to himself as he gazed longingly at Vincent with a soft smile. 'I love him.'
Then everything in his mind halted. Love?
At nineteen years old, Aiden had never been in love before. He'd spent most of his life learning and experimenting with his craft and dreaming of far away places. It wasn't that he didn't have a social life or wasn't open to finding it. The young ladies of his hometown had eyed Aiden and dreamed that he'd look their way. He'd simply never found anyone appealing enough to steal him away from his dream of adventure. And yet the adventure had been brought to him by Vincent in more ways than he could have imagined in just a few short months...and he knew he craved more.
Aiden felt warmth spread through him starting from his chest and spreading outwards as he thought about how Vincent made him feel. Vincent had a way about him that made Aiden feel more whole and fulfilled each day without the longing for anything else.
...but at the same time he had to admit that wasn't completely true.
Aiden had acknowledged some time ago that Vincent had attractive qualities about him. He had been open to the idea of being with a man but he'd never found one attractive. Not until he met Vincent, anyway. He didn't know what it was about the man but there was just something about him that captured Aiden's attention. Even now as he contemplated how he felt about Vincent, Aiden could still feel the electric warmth of Vincent's touch as upon his dimpled cheek. Hell, that very night he'd fantasized about his drunk captain beckoning him enticingly into bed! Then the very next morning, Aiden had gotten to see more of Vincent's tattoo which dipped further below his waist line out of sight as he'd walked around shirtless. He distinctly remembered wondering just how far down that tattoo went. But after last night? Well now he knew EXACTLY how far down Vincent's tattoo went.
Aiden blushed deeply and brought his hand up to run through his hair awkwardly as he turned away from Vincent in embarrassment. He chuckled nervously to himself. Up until now he'd viewed Vincent's nudity as if he were a doctor treating a patient. But now that he had a moment to really think about it? Bloody Hell! The man was literally right in front of him, hardly even out of his death bed, and here Aiden was, sitting here fantasizing about Vincent's physique! Had he no shame?! But he couldn't help the damn smirk that perked his lips. He just couldn't help it! God, he was grateful nobody else was in the room!
But Aiden did have to admit that he was attracted to Vincent. Even at the top of the tower when Vincent stood bloodied over his kill, his power and strength and confidence poured off of him in such a way that Aiden had found it oddly attractive and stirred something deep inside him.
Pushing the brushes of his internal arousal aside, Aiden finally turned back in his seat to face Vincent again. The smirk had since faded and was replaced with a soft smile as he gazed upon him.
And as he did, it felt like all the world around him seemed to fade and suddenly all that existed, all that mattered was Vincent. Aiden didn't know a lot of things but he did know one thing: He was in love with Vincent. There were apparently more secrets and perhaps a much darker side to this man that Aiden had yet to know but he was not intimidated by it. He was looking forward to discovering it and knowing more about him. He looked forward to making each day an adventure as he intended to woo the man he loved.
...
Once Vincent had passed out from the combination of excruciating pain and exhaustion, he stayed out. There was nothing, not even the white hot burn of alcohol to his open wounds, that could wake him. The fever that gripped him had also brought on the night terrors which only added to the tension in his poor body.
When some relief eventually came, Vincent was able to physically relax more as the dreams quieted. There were points where he struggled to tell if he was dreaming or not. He could hear distant voices; familiar ones. His vision could never seem to form a complete picture. That was until at some point where he was so sure it was real. It had to be...
Vincent could smell the fresh morning dew and the lake in the air mixing with the scent of hot engine oils that he found he loved so much. Every city had its own scent. But this was one was home. The smell of the capitol's docks as it sat above the vast lake always made him feel calm. And he could see her right there: his beloved Emily and their little Lily in her arms, so tiny and new to this world. And then it was time for him to go.
Wait. No...it couldn't be! He wanted to cry out because he knew what was going to happen next. He couldn't watch it again! Please no. No!
"Em-Emily...don't go..."
Vincent tried to reach for her. It had to be real! She was right there! He could even feel the warmth of her fingers! So soft and warm. If he could just reach her...
"Oh Vincent, no. It's me, Bernadette..."
Bernadette? He blinked and stared up at her with dazed and confused eyes. For a moment his cousin came into his view but then things went a bit blurry again. So he was awake? Where was he? Bernadette was insisting he sleep. But he didn't want to sleep and relive that awful dream again. It always ended the same way. Always. He didn't want to see it again! He didn't want to do this anymore!
"Do I..have...to..?"
"Oh sweetheart..."
And Vincent was out cold again, taken under for who knew how long?
...
The next thing Vincent was aware of was that he felt uncomfortable. Something felt very off and he wasn't sure what it was. With a groan, he tried to shift but found that his muscles felt weighed down as if he'd tripled in weight overnight. Even more uncomfortably, as he shifted, a dull ache began to grow in his side.
"Mmnnf..." he groaned in pain as he settled once again. That had felt unpleasant. Eyes still closed, Vincent reached up slowly for his abdomen and found it wrapped in an odd fabric that felt a lot like bandages. As he began to feel around more, a gentle but firm touch halted his progress.
"Hey now, don't mess with that."
Vincent gave a very slight huff and slowly cracked open his eyes. At first the world was blurry and kind of bright. Where was he? How long had he been asleep? He could feel his hand being moved for him to lay at his side as a gentle voice spoke beside him.
"Good morning, sleepy-head."
Vincent blinked again and a moment later he was focusing on Aiden and his beautiful, relieved smile. Aiden was here. Then was he home? Or perhaps at the hospital? He blinked again and glanced around slightly and quickly realized he was home. That's right. He was starting to remember now.
Still feeling groggy, Vincent groaned softly and yawned before suddenly gasping and wincing as pain pierced through the dull ache in his side. Beside him, Aiden quirked his mouth and glanced around before starting to shift so he could stand.
"Let me wake up Bernadette. It's almost time for your next dose of medicine anyways."
"Not yet. Stay."
Aiden sat back down, his eyes meeting Vincent's as his heart beat a touch harder in his chest. Vincent was awake! He was alive and talking to him! He was going to be okay! He felt so happy he could cry! Aiden smiled softly again as he took in the sight of Vincent.
Vincent gazed back up at Aiden almost as if he couldn't believe he was actually still here. After everything he'd put Aiden through, a part of him wouldn't have been surprised to find out that Aiden had abandoned them and taken the first airship straight home!
"You're still here."
Aiden blinked and then broke out into a bigger smile and replied, "Of course I'm still here. You couldn't get rid of me that easily."
"You thought that was easy?"
"Ah ha ha! Vincent, you're funny."
Aiden's chuckle softened and he actually shifted off the seat and moved to sit carefully on the edge of the mattress. He reached out and gently brushed his fingers along Vincent's brow and inspected the bandage. But really, it was just an excuse to sit closer and touch him.
Vincent remained still and allowed Aiden to inspect the bandage, closing his eyes as he struggled to push himself to wake up more. Why Aiden had to sit on the bed to do it was beyond him but he wasn't complaining much right now. He had to admit, silently to himself of course, that Aiden's touch was rather soothing and welcome. Subconsciously, he was even leaning into Aiden's touch.
"How long have I been asleep?" Vincent murmured as he finally opened his eyes to look at his friend. Aiden wet his lips and resisted the urge to brush his fingertips through Vincent's loosely pulled back hair. Instead he brought his hand down to Vincent's abdomen to inspect those bandages as well as he thought about it. Really, it all felt like a blur and he had to really think for a moment.
"Since the night before last," he finally answered. "So Wednesday night. It's Friday morning."
Vincent laid still as Aiden carefully inspected his bandages and let himself process that. Friday morning? Well damn. Naturally, he'd never made it to that meeting with Mr. Mason. His mind was already piecing things together quickly as it always did despite feeling groggy from all the medicine he'd been given. There were a few missing pieces to all this still but he'd get to that.
"I'm sorry," Vincent apologized out of nowhere. Aiden was already sitting up and giving him a mildly shocked look.
"What do YOU have to be sorry for?"
Vincent looked off to the side slightly and no longer met Aiden's eyes as guilt flooded him. Because of him, Aiden had put himself in danger. Even worse: he could have been killed! Vincent had put him through some terrible things just by association that no man of nineteen years should go through! Aiden didn't deserve all the drama and stresses of being associated with him. He felt responsible and loathed himself just on principle.
"For...for you getting dragged into all this. For causing you to worry. For...for everything, I suppose. It's my fault."
"Don't be ridiculous! It's NOT your fault!"
Vincent blinked and his attention snapped back to Aiden in surprise who was looking at him in earnest now.
"I came of my own accord! As soon as I-!" Aiden wet his lips and lowered his voice. "As soon as I found out where you were, I came as soon as I could. No one forced me. No one asked me. I came for you because I wanted to. Like...like you said to me that night: you knew without a doubt you were going to make it up those stairs, right? Well, I knew without a doubt I was going to get you back."
"You did?"
"Absolutely."
Vincent, as exhausted and groggy as he'd felt seconds ago, was suddenly feeling quite awake as he stared back at the man who'd saved his life. Well, that answered a few of his questions, but also brought on an onslaught of new ones.
So Aiden had found out where he was? Now that he mentioned it, it HAD been only Aiden who had come. In all the excitement, Vincent hadn't thought about that. At the time, he'd simply been grateful for a friend to fight alongside him. It was just that he hadn't expected it to be the grinning, passionate, and goofy Aiden. He hadn't expected Aiden to have it in him to kill a man in cold blood; especially for someone as unimportant as him.
Vincent had thought Aiden a good friend before; a loyal one even. Now he knew that he trusted him quite literally with his life. There were just some things people went through together that changed how they felt about each other. After all he'd learned and discovered about Aiden, he found he appreciated the man more and more. It certainly seemed Aiden felt strongly about their friendship as well!
Finally, after several seconds of silence, Vincent finally broke into a small, tired smile as he relaxed a little bit. He wanted to say the right thing here. He really wasn't sure what to say and didn't know where to start so he said just let himself say the first thing that came to mind.
"Thank you. I...have no words to truly convey how I feel. But thank you, Aiden, truly, for everything"
"You're welcome. I'll always have your back."
"And I'll have yours."
Perhaps no more words needed to be spoken; not now anyway. The men smiled at each other until a second later pain throbbed in Vincent's side and he grimaced with a groan. A moment later, he grunted, "You said Bernadette is here? As in my cousin?"
"Yes," Aiden explained. "She's been here with me since right after we got back. She came in the doctor's stead and has been religiously giving you medicine and tea. Lots of tea." A small smirk appeared on his face. Something told him that tea would turn out to be a family passion of theirs.
"That would explain why my bladder is screaming at me," he said dryly. "Is anyone else here?"
"Damien was here, but he's due back soon. And there's a bedpan under you so you don't have to get up. I'll give you some privacy and go wake Bernadette while you relieve yourself. You're due for your medicine anyways."
He had a bedpan under him? He supposed that meant he was probably naked under the blanket. It would make sense with all the bandages needing to be changed and not being able to get up. Being in an emergency situation, he understood, but it was still a bit embarrassing, he felt.
"Thank you."
Vincent watched as Aiden stood carefully from the bed. Aiden seemed to go a little slower, almost lingering an extra moment longer than necessary. Was he waiting for something? Vincent wondered. Was he going to speak? He simply waited patiently. After a long moment, Aiden instead gave Vincent a small smile and turned to give him his privacy to do his business. He needed to wake Bernadette. Vincent was awake!
"I'll be back soon!"
Once Aiden was gone, Vincent relieved himself with a sigh. Now that he had a moment alone he began to think over what had transpired between them the last few days. Why did Aiden do all this though? Why? While he was exceedingly grateful for Aiden, it still puzzled him how the man had managed to wedge himself into his life the way he had. And Vincent had just let it happen! Something about Aiden brought down his defenses. It made him feel nervous as much as it secretly relieved and excited him to know that he could reveal a deeper side of himself to someone new.
One thing for sure was that their friendship had reached a whole new level of trust and understanding. He trusted him nearly as much as he trusted Damien! And that was saying something! He really appreciated the man that Aiden was; from the loyal comrade at arms to his newest close friend to the joking, grinning naïve adventurer that he was.
And it wasn't just that. There was more to Aiden than he'd realized. The more he got to know, the more he liked and appreciated him. As annoying and childlike as he could be, it was also part of his charm. He could make you want to roll your eyes and yet you couldn't help but smile and genuinely feel happy too. His excitement over the littlest things could be adorable, just like his smile.
Vincent leaned his head back against the pillow with a soft groan and closed his eyes. Yeah, Aiden was adorable. Handsome to be sure and he had a masculine beauty about him that Vincent couldn't deny was pleasing to the eye. But more so, it was his soul, he felt, that was most beautiful.
However, the possibility that Aiden could have any romantic feelings for him didn't even really cross Vincent's mind. Aiden had never shown any indication that he was feeling anything other than friendship or any inclination that he felt that way about men at all. So why should he consider that?
"Vincent!"
Vincent's eyes opened and he glanced over at her and offered a tiny smile as she strode in with a relieved smile and tears in her eyes. He was very happy to see her, too, despite his exhausted demeanor. A moment later she was swooping down to gently hug him to which Vincent managed to gently pat her arm and give a gentle squeeze.
"It's okay, Bernie. I'm going to be fine."
"Not if Mama gets a hold of you first..."
From the doorway, Aiden stood there and leaned against the jamb with a small smile, arms crossed over his chest. He could hear them talking quietly but he wasn't paying too much attention to their words. He mostly was enjoying the simple sight of watching Vincent awake and interacting with his cousin.
Behind him the front door opened, which caught his attention. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched Damien enter, who had returned with fresh bread and fruits for breakfast for them all. He flashed Damien a grin as the door closed and he made it fully inside.
When Damien saw Aiden's grin, his eyes widened and set down the bag of groceries with a silent question in his eyes. Aiden smiled a little more and jerked his head for Damien to come over.
Aiden had expected Damien to rush to Vincent's side. Instead, he slowly approached as if he were scared it was too good to be true. As soon as he drew up beside his crewmate, his eyes rested on Vincent and cleared his throat to announce his presence.
As soon as Vincent realized it was Damien, he smiled a little bit in greeting. Aiden could feel the shift in Damien's demeanor as he relaxed and sighed in relief. He glanced at Aiden with a small grin, himself, and gave him a small nod before heading inside to greet Vincent and see how he was doing for himself.
Aiden's grin faded to a soft smile as he watched Vincent try to sit up a little more to greet Damien a little more enthusiastically. It resulted in Bernadette's fussing at him trying to sit up on his own too fast and helping prop him up a little more with the extra pillow.
It was a heart-warming moment and it made him feel good to see that Vincent really did have people who loved and cared about him. Damien was chuckling and Bernadette was smirking a little while she rolled her eyes good naturedly. And from what he heard about the Dubois family, they seemed pretty close.
As Aiden rejoined the trio at the bed, Vincent gazed up at the three of them and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude to the three of them. They had saved his life. He smiled at them then suddenly broke out into a yawn and mumbled, "Sorry. I guess I'm more tired than I thought."
Bernadette chuckled and replied, "You're still recovering from illness, Cousin. Rest. Listen to your body. I'll be right back with the next dose. Did you use the bedpan?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Let me get your medicine and I'll get that taken care of."
"Thank you."
To be honest Vincent was feeling a little pathetic laying here. He knew he needed to rest. The sooner he did, the sooner he could be back on his feet and back to normal. He hated having to depend on others. But soon he'd be able to get up and tie up those loose ends. Until then, he'd do well to listen to Bernadette and get some rest.
Bernadette soon returned with Vincent's next dose of medicine and tea. Vincent took it and thanked her and asked how bad his injuries were. Bernadette sent Aiden out to empty the bed pan for her then she sat down and began to explain to Vincent just how much his body had undergone. It was bad but not any worse than he'd suspected. He'd endured two broken ribs, possibly another, a concussion, and had several lacerations including the severe one at his abdomen all on top of being ill from the infection. He'd need to rest a lot and to do breathing exercises regularly. But mainly he was not to do any physical labor for a while; up to two months which meant until after the ball coming up. God, he was not looking forward to all the bed rest!
"What do you mean a week?!"
Aiden blinked as Vincent's exclamation carried in from the other room. As he walked in with the freshly cleaned bedpan, he looked around at them curiously as Bernadette was responding to her cousin.
"If I had it my way, you'd be laying in bed even longer. This is me compromising. Don't you huff at me, Vincent Dubois! I know you! You never liked keeping your feet on the ground, but you need to let your body heal! I mean it!"
Oh, how Vincent scowled at her! Vincent knew she was right but he didn't like it! If it were just broken ribs he'd be up and around quick! But damn it all, he had to get sick from his injuries, too. He really hated this situation he was in! Finally Vincent slumped completely back against his pillow in resignation and gave a sigh.
"A week. You have my word."
"Thank you. Oh! And thank you, Aiden."
"You're welcome," Aiden said as he handed the bedpan to her. He went automatically to the opposite side of the bed than her. He was so used to helping her the last couple of days that he hadn't had to think twice about it. As he drew up along Vincent's side, he grinned a bit and said, "Hold on tight. Going to roll you over this way. Ready, Bernadette?"
"Ready!"
"Ready, Vincent?"
Vincent clenched his teeth and gave a small nod and braced for pain. He thought silently, 'This is so humiliating.' He was determined to get up out of bed and go to the loo on his own as soon as possible! There was only so much of this he was going to be able to take. He just knew it.
A moment later he was being leaned over by the much larger Aiden who reached for the sheet underneath him. At the movement, Vincent was grateful to discover the opium had taken effect and he wasn't caring so much about the pain anymore. Then he was being rolled over towards Aiden who released the sheet. He gently slid his arms around Vincent and was sort of holding his body to his now. Behind Vincent, the sheet fell away and Bernadette quickly went to work sliding the bed pan under him. However, he wasn't thinking much about what she was doing.
Instead, Vincent's senses were brought into all that was Aiden as his chest and abdomen came into his view and the warmth of his arms enveloped him in a firm but gentle hold. Vincent's body relaxed as he exhaled and somehow felt like he was melting into Aiden's arms. Even at the awkward angle they were at, it did feel nice. And as Vincent inhaled, he was expecting to be hit with that natural scent of Aiden's that he'd liked so much. Was it as good as he remembered?
"All done! Roll back this way," Bernadette was saying a second later and held up the sheet for Aiden. Aiden released Vincent carefully against the sheet and helped roll him back over. Though, as Vincent was rolled back onto the bedpan, he stared right up at Aiden and narrowed his eyes with a slight scowl. It was a look that clearly indicated that he wasn't very pleased with him. Aiden immediately caught the look and blinked before staring back at him in confusion.
"What?!" he finally exclaimed with wide, innocent eyes. He couldn't help how his voice rose just a touch higher in pitch. Already, he felt guilty and he didn't even know what for! Even Bernadette and Damien were staring with intrigue.
Frowning deeper, Vincent huffed at him. He could feel himself getting more disoriented thanks to the medicine, but damn it all if he was going to let this go!
"Are those the same clothes you wore the other night?"
"Um." Aiden blinked, clearly taken aback by this unexpected question. He looked down at himself then guiltily looked back at him. Vincent hadn't even raised his voice. He didn't have to. This was his captain's tone of voice and he'd know if Aiden was lying without having to ask anyone else. Finally he admitted hesitantly, "Yes?"
"So you have been here this whole time?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And you haven't bathed or changed your clothes at all since then?"
"I-... what?"
"Have you done ANYTHING to take care of yourself since we got back?"
"Does eating dinner last night count?"
There was a long pause.
"You're going to go back to Leon's Claw this instant!"
"I am?"
"Yes, you are! And you are going to take a bath and REST! You need to take care of yourself, damn it! Do I need to get out of this bed and march your ass back there myself?"
Stunned, Aiden stared back at him and noticed Damien's smug smirk turning in his direction through the corner of his eye. Not wanting to look at Damien right now, he instead turned his nose towards his shoulder and sniffed only to make a slight face at himself. Bloody Hell! Vincent was right! He smelled awful! Aiden glanced back at Vincent who was still staring up at him expectantly awaiting his answer.
"Fine. I'll go, but you better keep YOUR ass right there!"
Aiden half expected Vincent to yell at him. He'd never spoken to a superior like that! It didn't matter what they'd been through together! Vincent, however, just stared back at him for a long moment and held his gaze as if committing him to a silent promise. Aiden realized as they gazed in each other's eyes that....well, Vincent was just worried about him.
"Fine. And I'm assuming YOU have been here this whole time too?"
Vincent had turned his attention to Bernadette, who folded her arms over her chest and scolded, "I'm your nurse! I don't think you are in any position to be scolding me considering YOU are the one in the bed!" Vincent's eyes softened as he gazed up at his cousin who he loved as a little sister. He responded, "And you know your help means the world to me, but I couldn't live with myself if you dropped from exhaustion."
'Damn that man!' Bernadette cursed silently as she felt herself deflating already. Vincent always knew what to say to calm her down. She sighed softly and gently took a seat on the bed beside him.
"It's easier if I stay."
"I agree, and you can stay. But, for now, go home and take a hot bath, please. You deserve it. Get a good meal in you and then go see your mother. Damien will stay here and make sure I stay in bed, right Damien?"
"Right!" Damien chimed in not even a breath later. "Why don't the two of you go do as he says? I'll keep an eye on things here. Go on."
Bernadette looked back at Vincent with a furrowed brow before she finally sighed and nodded. "Very well. Aiden, would you be so kind as to see me out?"
"Of course."
"Thank you," she said before returning her attention to Vincent. "I'll see you in a few hours. Get some rest, okay? We'll do your dressing changes when I get back."
Vincent gave a small nod which was followed by a yawn. He could feel the drowsiness pulling him back under. Yet he kept himself awake long enough to watch Bernadette head for the door with Aiden following behind her. At the last moment, Aiden paused and placed his hand on the door jamb and glanced back over his shoulder. Their eyes met and Aiden's lips curved into a small smile. Vincent began to return the smile. However, he was hit hard with the exhaustion of being awake and all his exertions while doing so. The last thing he saw was Aiden before sleep pulled him back under.
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Humiliation! The triumphant attitude that had carried the nation since 1870 was wiped away by Kaiseria's bitter defeat in the Great War. Her industrial regions were occupied by the soldiers of Anglotaine, her eastern provinces given independence as the Lech republic and her entire Northern Coast was granted to the mountain people, who had long perceived as primitive savages by the Kaiserian nobility. Worse still, the Treaty of Londres had left her with merely a shell of an army, but secret development of a new generation of weapons began immediately. Following the cavalry doctrine popular in the interwar years, a fast moving tank known as the Kampfpanzer 141 had been designed to engage and destroy enemy armoured formations, going into production at the specific request of the Kaiser's regent Franz von Kurzbach. In parallel, the Alwyn conglomerate's prototype for an infantry breakthrough tank was accepted by the infantry for production from 1936 onwards. This vehicle was designated Sturmpanzerwagen 161. The Kaiserian rearmament project was cut short by the nation's fall to an Asugisalic invasion precipitating the August crisis and the beginning of the 2nd Great War, but the vehicle stayed in production until the end of the war, with much of the leftover surplus later serving in a few smaller conflicts in the late 40s and early 50s.
Buenos días tristeza. Odio, resquemor, rencor, resentimiento, una sombra que se alarga entre dudas, injusticias, sinrazones y desigualdades; una sombra que alimenta el grito desgarrado de los perseguidos, de los olvidados, de los humillados y desconsolados, más allá de espejismos y quimeras deslumbrantes.
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The Stormtrooper Sergeant hits the prisoner with the stock of hi blaster.
“Talk, Resistance Scum!” He commands.
“How many times do I have to tell you? We are just miners!” the man replies.
“As Kylo says, we are the *beep* First Order! If we say you are a Resistance Scum, you are a Resistance Scum! Ok?”
“But..”
“There is not but, Resistance Scum. We have a big bad tank, ok?” The Stormtrooper Sergeant points at the armored speeder with its blaster cannon trained on the prisoners.
“If you cooperate- continues the Sergeant- we’ll give you a quick and merciful death”
“Hey- intervenes one of the other Stormtroopers- but we are going to torture them all and kill them slowly because we are the Space Sadists.”
“Shh, you idiot! If you tell them, they won’t cooperate! And don’t put Space before everything! Just because we are in a Science Fiction series does not mean you have to put the *beep* space before anything!” The Sergeant replies.
“Talk now, Resistance Scum! We are in charge here! We have the big bad tank, ok?” The Sergeant tries to intimidate the prisoner.
“Do you hear me? We have the big bad…” An explosion interrupts the conversation.
A high power energy weapon hits the armored speeder turning it into smoking wreckage.
“Ok, we HAD a big bad tank. What the hell is going on?”
It isn’t long before the Stormtrooper Sergeant’s question is answered.
One the mysterious “mechanical beings” who are attacking the First Order across the sector emerges from the nearby ruins.
He walks towards the Stormtrooper unit, wielding his huge rifle (he could fly but walking toward them create a more dramatic atmosphere).
“Hit it with everything we’ve got!” The Sergeant orders and the Stormtroopers comply.
Blaster bolts hit ineffectively his armor and rockets explode in his path.
When the smoke clears he continues to advance.
“What the *beep* hell! I can’t believe…” the Stormtrooper has not the chance to complete his cursing complain.
The “mechanical being” rises his rifle and fires. The chaos allows the prisoners to escape as the evil Stormtroopers get slaughtered.
“Ok..ok… think- says the Sergeant to himself- What would the great Kylo do? Run!” He starts to run but the shock wave caused the enemy’s powerful weapon knocks him down.
He tries to stand up but before he can do anything he sees the shadow of the “mechanical being” over him.
He looks down at the pathetic servant of the Tantrum Knight and crushes him with his armored fist.
Today many innocent lives have been saved and the evil servants of the pathetic Tantrum Knight suffered another humiliating defeat.
Today justice prevailed.
The “Mechanical Being” is one of the brilliant NXEdge action figures made by Bandai Tamashii Nations and specifically the Gundam Strike Freedom, one of the most famous Gundam Mobil Suits :)
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You're on your knees, and her feet in dirty, sweat-smelling socks are the only thing you see. She's sitting above you with her feet on the table and not looking at you. But you're waiting. Waiting for the moment when she decides to put her feet in dirty, stinky white socks on your face and let you breathe her soles. Are you ready for that?
Miss A. is horrified as she arrives at the dinner party and realizes she and Barbie are wearing the same outfit....
At least there's lots of booze...
ADED 2010 317/365
Hymn
God's Love Be Extolled Forevermore
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I
What do You ask for
as You bear great humiliation?
Who do You labor and worry for?
Hurrying here and there
to carry out God's will,
You think only of this work.
In the tiger's den,
You express truth to save man,
quietly endure rejection and slander.
Yes, Your love be extolled,
forevermore, forevermore.
Yes, Your love be extolled,
forevermore, forevermore.
II
Humbly, hiddenly,
speaking and working,
You never show Yourself off.
An example to the people,
You suffer alongside,
tasting pain among man
with no complaint or regret.
You give the way of
eternal life to mankind.
Your words and work reveal love.
Yes, Your love be extolled,
forevermore, forevermore.
Yes, Your love be extolled,
forevermore, forevermore.
III
To save man You've endured all pain
and given all,
never enjoying the warmth on earth.
You suffer all Your life worrying
until Your heart,
Your heart is left in pieces.
Judged and condemned by man,
abandoned by the age,
You've endured the utmost hardship
to save man.
Yes, Your love be extolled,
forevermore, forevermore.
Yes, Your love be extolled,
forevermore, forevermore.
IV
Man is arrogant and rebellious,
he hurts You often.
Patiently, You do Your utmost
to save him.
No place to rest Your head,
still You care for man.
Your words water and nourish people,
exhorting them again and again,
only for man to gain life
and have a good destination.
Yes, Your love be extolled,
forevermore, forevermore.
Yes, Your love be extolled,
forevermore, forevermore.
from Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs
Eastern Lightning, The Church of Almighty God was created because of the appearance and work of Almighty God, the second coming of the Lord Jesus, Christ of the last days. It is made up of all those who accept Almighty God's work in the last days and are conquered and saved by His words. It was entirely founded by Almighty God personally and is led by Him as the Shepherd. It was definitely not created by a person. Christ is the truth, the way, and the life. God's sheep hear God's voice. As long as you read the words of Almighty God, you will see God
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