#responsum

@iwillshipyouman asked:

Charles as Nate Erik as Sophie? If you don't plan of having Logan as Elliot then Erik could be both. Or you know Raven as sophie/Parker Hank as Hardison

I can give you some of my thoughts on that - although obviously if you want to do a Leverage AU, you can do whatever you want, there can be multiple options, none is worse than the other. My ideas with some explanations for those who haven’t watched Leverage (no spoilers, only the premise) are under the cut!

One of them is that excessive piercing is inconsistent with Jewish values. “The way we treat our bodies, including the manner in which we ‘adorn’ them, is a statement of our attitude toward our relationship with God and our duties under the covenant,” a Reform responsum from the late 1990s on the matter reads. “Let us consider, therefore, what sort of statement we make about ourselves and our bodies when we inject pigment into our skin, when we pierce our flesh with needles, wire, studs and spikes. Let us ask ourselves whether this is truly the way that we Jews, commanded to pursue and to practice holiness, should aspire to ‘beautify’ and ‘adorn’ ourselves.”

Geführt von Menschen, die einst das Vertrauen der Bevölkerung erhielten – und es missbrauchten, um Macht zu sichern, nicht um Verantwortung zu tragen.

Sie reden von Freiheit, doch meinen Kontrolle. Sie reden von Frieden, doch nähren Kriege. Sie reden von Fortschritt, doch halten uns im Stillstand gefangen.

Das System frisst sich selbst. Ein Apparat aus Geld, Einfluss und Angst. Ein Kreislauf aus Versprechen, der nur dazu dient, uns ruhig zu halten.

Empathie ist verdunstet. Mitgefühl wird belächelt. Egoismus ist zur Tugend geworden.

Wir feiern die, die über andere treten, und schweigen über die, die fallen.

Wir haben die Mittel, die Technologie und das Wissen, eine bessere Welt zu erschaffen – doch wir sind träge geworden. Bequem. Abgestumpft. Blind für den eigenen Verfall.

Diese Gesellschaft steht nicht am Rande des Abgrunds. Sie wandert längst hindurch.

Und während sie brennt, debattieren wir über Funken.

Das hier ist kein Aufruf zum Aufstand. Es ist eine Warnung. Eine letzte Erinnerung daran, dass Schweigen Zustimmung ist – und Gleichgültigkeit Mittäterschaft.

Wenn wir nichts tun, werden wir uns selbst zerstören. Wir tun es selbst.

♚ drabble list | Status: now acceptingPrompt: Kill Me - I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

there’s blood on her hands. it’s hot, the bright red contrasting against the pale of her skin.

she can still hear the beating of his heart– weak, but it’s there. steady.

minwoo’s smiling at her now, his shaking hand rising to cup her cheek as a tears start to fall. she doesn’t even notice.

she can’t feel him.

he’s fading away right in front of her eyes and she can’t save him because he doesn’t want to be saved. and she hates herself for being so in love, for going along with his silly human wishes because it’s her that’ll have to live out the rest of her existence without him. wishing every minute that she could be with him in hell.

it’s happening again, and even though her fangs are poking out from her gums, ready at any moment in case he changes his mind.

he doesn’t.

humans are fickle creatures, and solara is reminded of this every moment. they have their pride, their desires. but most of them also fear death, would do anything to prolong their own lives, no matter how selfish.

minwoo is selfish in that he refuses to fear death. he doesn’t care who leaves behind. he’s a free spirit with nothing to lose and it makes solara want to rip his hair out. he doesn’t fear death and refuses to be saved.

he is a man who doesn’t love. he is a man without attachment.

and solara remembers why it’s hard to fall in love. it’s a sickness.

it manifests itself into pain in her heart, into nausea in her stomach. she can’t take much more of the metallic scent of his blood on her.

“i’ve always wanted…to die at your hands…” minwoo wheezes out and solara can hear the collapse of his lung, the hard beat in his chest.

there’s blood on her hands, and this time it isn’t minwoo’s as she opens a cut on her wrist and forces her own blood into his mouth.

it’s everything minwoo would never want, but solara forces him to be something he detests.

It’s warm here, between them. The heat cocoons them, generated by the touch of his skin against hers, the beat of his heart in time with the steady thumping of Yoona’s own.

It’s the kind of love they can’t control. The passion that’s special to them and them alone. It’s the spark that begins the brilliant flame that burns in their lungs as they whisper each other’s name into the darkness.

Minwoo rests his hands on Solara’s hips, his voice caressing the syllables of her name with such care that it makes her ache.

She breathes out. Minwoo.

There’s desire in her– the kind that’s been built up and suppressed for years on end because it was never their turn. There was no time for them, only the image of them painted onto the minds of others.

But he’s here now, with his chest against her back and the smell of his cologne and his blood singing to her.

Solara takes a chance. Tilts her head up to press her lips against his. She lets herself be consumed by him.

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

Morlish

fuc........ i crye everytiem