Jesus Christ was a brown Jew in the Middle East, conceived out of wedlock in an arguably interracial if not interspecies (deity and human) relationship, raised by his mother and stepfather in place of his absent father. He may not have had a Y chromosome. He spent his early youth as a refugee in Egypt, where his family no doubt survived initially on handouts from the wealthy (You think they kept that gold, frankincense, and myrrh from the wise men? Hell no, they sold that stuff for food and lodging). He later returned with his parents to their occupied homeland and lived in poverty.
Trump and his administration are xenophobic, misogynistic, racist, fear-mongering, warmongering, tax-dodging, anti-Semitic, anti-choice, anti-welfare, anti-equal pay, anti-LGBTQIA+, anti-immigration, support tax cuts for the rich, support Citizen’s United, want to keep refugees out of this country, want to limit our ability to speak against the government, plan to abolish the Affordable Care Act, and they wrap all of that up behind a banner of “Christian family values.” If you support them, you have no right to call yourself a follower of Christ.
it’s so rare, yet so fulfilling, to see the J-man on my dash
One of my friends is literally the most religious Christian I have ever met. What does that mean in regards to her lifestyle and outlook? She loves everyone. EVERYONE. Unconditionally. And she supports healthcare and education and birth control and everything that’s necessary to have a healthy, stable society.
They agreed to wait until the sun set to try to bond, Peter too shy to just be out in the open and wanting at least a little romance for his first official time, Wade hating knowing that he needed more time to adjust to being human before attempting something as overwhelming important as bonding.
Peter was only human after all, and if Wade lost control and burst into a partial half way through it all, he could very well rip Peter apart and he wasn’t about the take that risk.
No, they definitely needed to wait. Needed to adjust.
Stiles got dressed and walked back over to Chris, wrapping his arms around the other from behind, kissing his shoulder softly. “You’re all I have left now, Chris,” he whisepred softly. “Dad’s gone, Peter’s gone… Derek’s going to Canada… going to France… is that going to keep us from all this kind of trouble? Are you still planning on hunting once we get there? I can’t lose you, too…”
Chris lifted his hands to place them over Stiles’. “France is a bit quieter than Beacon. I won’t say we’ll be entirely removed, but I won’t go hunting. Hunting has done absolutely nothing but decimate everything I love. I can’ survive losing anyone else.” he said softly, lifting one of Stiles’ hand to kiss his palm. “Between my own inheritance, what Peter left us and my ability to sell weapons, we’ll be able to travel whenever you want.” he explained.
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