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If...Then

Jeremiah 12:5

 If you have run with the footmen, and they have wearied you, then how can you contend with horses? And if in the land of peace, in which you trusted, they wearied you, then how will you do in the floodplain of the Jordan?"

"If....then."

Winning in weariness...using the current condition to prepare you for bigger challenges ahead.

This week, even in your weariness, lean into the Lord.

Pastor Robin.

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BntD

Begging not to Die.

The first time it happened was startling. The third outing, Domini and Jaxon as her partners- escorts- handlers. They'd worked well together the first few times.

It was dark, but an alarm was blaring loud enough to make her cringe, ears not used to the volume. Her spear lanced through the engine block of the truck and it went quiet. The driver was dead- he'd been her primary target. The man in the passenger seat looked up at her, perched on the hood, with a slow dawning horror.

He was covered in shards of glass from the shattered windshield, and the airbag had failed to fire to protect either of them. Though the driver didn't matter, her spear had taken out most of his torso. But the passenger, covered in blood. The passenger.

"Please," he said, immediately raising his hands to shield himself. "Please, don't hurt me!"

"What?" Her voice came out as a squeak, expression matching the horrified one he had worn moments ago. No-one had- stopped to ask her that before.

"Please, I don't want to die!" He repeated, and his eyes were closed.

"You-" She was in shock.

He was begging her.

Her hand reached out to touch his face. Gentle. "I won't, You'll be o-"

Thuu-up.

A bullet lodged itself neatly in the man's chest.

Nobody's hand withdrew at lightning speed, her heart pounding in her chest.

Over the radio.

Come on, Nobody. You can't let them distract you.

... Jaxon had shot him dead.

Her hand went to her comm to reply-

"Yeah. I know. Sorry."

But she still felt sick to her stomach.

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Somewhere along the way, Dewey Redman must have lost an “e” from his last name, for he was a reedman if ever there was one. A self-taught Texas boy, he was already playing with Ornette Coleman by his teens. Still reeling, I imagine, from the two Old and New Dreams joints produced by ECM just a few years before, listeners were sobered by an unforgettable experience with The Struggle Continues.

Those Coleman roots spring right from the soil and grab us in “Thren.” Bookended by a frolic and a march, its fancy footwork from bassist Mark Helias and edgy pianism from Charles Eubanks make sure we aren’t going anywhere. 

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Milos:

This post about tropes came up and I read this one

And all I could think of was our CT characters and I'm laughing

"the squad gets captured and interrogated separately, and they’re all telling equally terrible, completely contradictory lies"

Matilda:

:>

Milos:

Tantalus: I didn't see anything

Threnody: they went left and disappeared I swear

Chaos: they're all dead!!!

Hyena: OKAY SO AFTER THE THIRD EXPLOSION--

Sutra:

LMAO

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Gunhoe

My sunshine my boy my beautiful boy!!! thank u

- how often I play them: Often enough since he’s my most played hero overall at 25 hrs!!

- which maps I like to use them on: I love playing him the first point on Temple of Anubis, and on Eichenwalde. First point on Hanamura isn’t too bad either :o

- which skin I currently have equipped: my crispy boy blackwatch genji

- who I ship them with: McCree, Zenyatta.. Lucio,Reinhard, Reaper.. what im getting at here is that Genji is my bicycle

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thank you ✨!!