"We’re back, you sorry bastards!"
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Jenna. 18. I like sugar, tea, and strawberries. Also, I'm actually a mermaid. I often use tags to go on rants that aren't related to the posts. (But, really, if you want me to tag anything, just tell me.) I write fanfiction sometimes, but I rarely finish it. This is a multifandom blog (including: One Direction, Dalton, Harry Potter Next Generation, Les Miserables, Merlin, Teen Wolf, Glee, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and Disney).
This is the source of my happiness and sufferings.
“I had to be here, because…I didn’t want him to be alone…” Logan’s voice broke at the last word, making Kurt look at him. Logan was clutching onto the last shreds of composure—Kurt saw his shoulders shaking with repressed sobs, and Logan’s eyes couldn’t seem to stay on the prone form across them. His eyes flicked from it, to other things in the room—any other thing in the room. “I didn’t want him to think no one wanted him back. I wanted to make sure he could come back. I don’t…I don’t really care about what he thinks, I don’t care if he doesn’t want to come back—I want him to come back—because he always…” a choke—Kurt reached out to him— “…I didn’t want him to be alone because the last time I left him alone—”
And then the wall dissolved. Logan broke down entirely, sinking his face into his hands and crying the way he had when he’d held Julian after the fire, begging him to wake up. “This can’t be happening—this isn’t happening—why is this happening?!” He didn’t even sound as though he was talking to anyone but himself anymore. Kurt stared at him and tried to rub his shoulders but Logan sat up suddenly. “I can’t—I can’t do this here, I can’t cry in front of him—”
Logan flew out the door before another word could be said. Kurt followed him, worried he would get into some kind of trouble during this hysterics; when people who’ve held it all in the way he had suddenly break, it has to flood out—it had to drain itself out.
The two of them fled down halls, one after another, making nurses and other visitors stare. Logan didn’t stop running until he found an empty side-hall—the sun shining obnoxiously bright through the windows, as though it couldn’t be bothered to understand the gravity of the situation—and he threw himself against the wall and punched it before sliding down onto the ground, sobbing. Kurt immediately moved to him, holding onto his shoulders and trying to calm him down. “Logan! Logan, come on, you have to calm down—”
“I can’t!!” Logan practically screamed back at him before shoving his face into his hands again, completely flushed with rage and the crying. “I can’t, okay?! It’s all happening all at once!!”
Basically the plot of Dalton so far tbh.
"Don’t bring any more crazies to Dalton"
"GONNA BRING IN ALL THE CRAZY ODDBALLS."
"Don’t get involved with Logan Wright."
"Nope, gonna make friends with him!"
"Don’t aggressively chase after the new boy."
"I’M PICKING CHINA PATTERNS FOR OUR WEDDING"
"Stop messing with Stuart House."
"DID YOU SAY STEAL THE PRIZE WARBLER FROM THEM"
look who’s digging their own grave
that is what they all say
#IMAGINE HARRY LOOKING FOR NIALL #AFTER HIS AUNTS WEDDING CEREMONY #HE GOT A BIT DRUNK EVEN THOUGH HE’S ONLY SIXTEEN #AND HE JUST WANDERED AWAY WHILE HUMMING HAPPILY TO HIMSELF #AND HIS DATE HARRY TOLD HIS PARENTS HE’D GET HIM #SO HE JUST WALKS AROUND LISTENING AFTER THE BLONDS HUMMING #AND FINDS HIM LAYING SPRAWLED OUT ON THE SMALL FIELD #CREATING A ”SNOW” ANGEL #AND HE JUST LOOKS AT HARRY WITH HALF CLOSED EYES AND A TIRED SMILE #AND MUMBLES FOR HIM TO LAY DOWN BESIDE HIM #SO HARRY DOES #AND HE GIGGLES AT ALL THE STUPID THINGS HE SAYS #BEFORE HE HAS TO HELP HIM UP AND TRY TO WALK HIS WOBBLY ASS BACK TO THE REST OF THE FOLKS #AND NIALL TALKS ABOUT HOW BEAUTIFUL EVERYTHING IS #LIKE THE FLOWERS AND THE FAIRY LIGHTS #AND THEN HE MENTIONS HARRY IN HIS LIST OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS #AND MAKES SURE TO THANK HIM FOR BEING HIS WEDDINGDATE #AND TELLS HIM THAT HE’D LOVE TO GO OUT SOMETIME FOR REAL #AND HARRY HAS TO REMIND HIM THAT THEY’VE BEEN DATING FOR TWO MONTHS #WOAH #HARRY
"If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also"
This specifically refers to a hand striking the side of a person’s face, tells quite a different story when placed in it’s proper historical context. In Jesus’s time, striking someone of a lower class ( a servant) with the back of the hand was used to assert authority and dominance. If the persecuted person “turned the other cheek,” the discipliner was faced with a dilemma. The left hand was used for unclean purposes, so a back-hand strike on the opposite cheek would not be performed. Another alternative would be a slap with the open hand as a challenge or to punch the person, but this was seen as a statement of equality. Thus, by turning the other cheek the persecuted was in effect putting an end to the behavior or if the slapping continued the person would lawfully be deemed equal and have to be released as a servant/slave.
THAT makes a lot more sense, now, thank you.
I can attest to the original poster’s comments. A few years back I took an intensive seminar on faith-based progressive activism, and we spent an entire unit discussing how many of Jesus’ instructions and stories were performative protests designed to shed light on and ridicule the oppressions of that time period as a way to emphasize the absurdity of the social hierarchy and give people the will and motivation to make changes for a more free and equal society.
For example, the next verse (Matthew 5:40) states “And if anyone wants to sue you and take your shirt, hand over your coat as well.” In that time period, men traditionally wore a shirt and a coat-like garment as their daily wear. To sue someone for their shirt was to put them in their place - suing was generally only performed to take care of outstanding debts, and to be sued for one’s shirt meant that the person was so destitute the only valuable thing they could repay with was their own clothing. However, many cultures at that time (including Hebrew peoples) had prohibitions bordering on taboo against public nudity, so for a sued man to surrender both his shirt and his coat was to turn the system on its head and symbolically state, in a very public forum, that “I have no money with which to repay this person, but they are so insistent on taking advantage of my poverty that I am leaving this hearing buck-ass naked. His greed is the cause of a shameful public spectacle.”
All of a sudden an action of power (suing someone for their shirt) becomes a powerful symbol of subversion and mockery, as the suing patron either accepts the coat (and therefore full responsibility as the cause of the other man’s shameful display) or desperately chases the protester around trying to return his clothes to him, making a fool of himself in front of his peers and the entire gathered community.
Additionally, the next verse (Matthew 5:41; “If anyone forces you to go one mile, go with them two miles.”) was a big middle finger to the Romans who had taken over Judea and were not seen as legitimate authority by the majority of the population there. Roman law stated that a centurion on the march could require a Jew (and possibly other civilians as well, although I don’t remember explicitly) to carry his pack at any time and for any reason for one mile along the road (and because of the importance of the Roman highway system in maintaining rule over the expansive empire, the roads tended to be very well ordered and marked), however hecould not require any service beyond the next mile marker. For a Jewish civilian to carry a centurion’s pack for an entire second mile was a way to subvert the authority of the occupying forces. If the civilian wouldn’t give the pack back at the end of the first mile, the centurion would either have to forcibly take it back or report the civilian to his commanding officer (both of which would result in discipline being taken against the soldier for breaking Roman law) or wait until the civilian volunteered to return the pack, giving the Judean native implicit power over the occupying Roman and completely subverting the power structure of the Empire. Can you imagine how demoralizing that must have been for the highly ordered Roman armies that patrolled the region?
Jesus was a pacifist, but his teachings were in no way passive. There’s a reason he was practically considered a terrorist by the reigning powers, and it wasn’t because he healed the sick and fed the hungry.
that, my friends, is called seminary, and good exegesis.