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Our God is love, and "he who remains in love abides in God and God in him" (1 Jn. 4:16). Any Christian who does not have the love of God in his heart does not have the life of Christ in his soul. God's merciful and monumental dispensation, (the fact that the Logos descended from Heaven, that He became man, that He assumed flesh, that He approached us and dwelt amongst us) is nothing other than the manifestation of His infinite love and compassion. God's love is what protects us and provides us with everything that is necessary.
The Art of Salvation by Elder Ephraim of Arizona
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Do you guys know what the Beomgyu fic is called? Like y/n accidentally time travels to the past while drinking in a bar and goes back in time to where her mom's fav band TXT existed and she meets the members and likes gyu?
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Daddy’s reassurance





Pairing: daddy!chris x little!fem!reader
Warnings: angst for 12 seconds then it’s all fluffy. Littlespace. Daddy used in a non sexual manner.
Synopsis: reader has doubts that her daddy really doesn’t mind taking care of her.
A/n: littlespace isn’t sexual. NSFW posts will be uploaded soon however this isn’t that lol. Feedback is more than appreciated!!!
"Daddy, can I ask you something?" y/n whispered, her eyes cast downward as she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger.
"Of course, you can ask me anything, little one," Chan responded warmly, his hand gently resting on her back as they sat on the couch.
The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, the light dancing through the curtains and casting a warm hue over the plush blankets and stuffed animals that littered the floor. A sense of comfort and security filled the air, yet little y/n's heart raced with anxiety. She took a deep breath before speaking again. "What if... what if you don't like me anymore?"
Chan's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding as he leaned closer to her. "Why would you ever think that?" he asked gently.
"I don't know," she murmured, fidgeting with the hem of her oversized t-shirt. "I just get scared sometimes that I'll do something wrong, or that I won't be good enough."
Chan's voice grew firm yet soothing. "You are always enough, little one. Remember, my love for you is unconditional. It's not something that can be lost or earned. It's just there, like the stars in the sky." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Now, tell me, what's really bothering you?"
Little y/n's eyes welled up with tears as she looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. "It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm not really a little, like I'm just pretending. And I'm scared that you'll find out and think I'm weird."
He wiped away a tear that had begun to trickle down her cheek. "You're not pretending. You are who you are, and that's perfect. Being a little is part of you, and I love all of you."
Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of doubt or untruth. Finding none, she leaned into his embrace, her fears momentarily assuaged by his comforting words.
As they sat together, the room grew quiet, save for the distant sound of children playing outside. The scent of dinner cooking in the kitchen wafted in, a mix of spices and baked bread that reminded her of warm evenings spent snuggled up with him. The walls of their little haven were adorned with colorful drawings and posters, a stark contrast to the ordered chaos that was her mind.
Chan pulled her closer, his strong arms providing a sanctuary from the tumultuous thoughts. "You don't have to be perfect, little y/n. You just have to be you, and I'll always be here to take care of you." His voice was a balm to her soul, a promise that seemed to echo through the very fabric of their bond.
For a brief moment, she allowed herself to believe him, to bask in the warmth of his embrace. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that one day, he might tire of her fears and her need for reassurance. It was a fear that had plagued her since she first discovered this part of herself, a fear that grew stronger with every doubt that whispered through her mind.
The weight of her emotions was heavy, but she knew she couldn't keep it to herself any longer. "What if I need you too much?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
Chan's gaze held hers, his eyes filled with patience and love. "There's no such thing as too much when it comes to taking care of my little girl. You can always count on me."
Little y/n nuzzled into his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling her into a sense of peace. Yet, even as she felt his warmth, she couldn't help but wonder if his words were enough to chase away the shadows of doubt that lurked in the corners of her mind.
"But what if..." she began again, her voice quivering.
Chan's arms tightened around her, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. "What if what, little one?"
"What if one day you get tired of taking care of me? What if you decide that you don't want to be my daddy anymore?"
The question hung in the air, a silent plea for reassurance. Chan felt a pang of sadness in his chest at the thought of her feeling so insecure, but he knew it was his job to be her rock, her safe place. "I promise you, y/n, that will never happen. Being your daddy is a gift, and I cherish every moment of it."
He tipped her chin up so she had to look at him, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. "You are mine, and I am yours, forever and always. We're a team, and nothing can change that."
The sincerity in his voice seemed to seep into her very core, wrapping around her fears and soothing them like a warm blanket. She took a shaky breath, her eyes searching his for any sign that he might be lying.
But all she saw was truth and love.
With a gentle smile, Chan reached over to the coffee table and picked up her favorite stuffed animal, a well-worn teddy bear with a missing eye. "You remember when you first gave me this?"
Her eyes lit up at the memory. "Yes, it was when we first started and I was so nervous."
"You told me then that no matter what, I was your daddy, and you needed me to protect you." He squeezed the bear tightly. "Well, I'm here to tell you that no matter what, you're my little girl, and I'll always be here to protect and love you."
The words resonated within her, filling her with a warmth that she hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. She clutched the bear to her chest and leaned into him, letting the comfort of his presence wash over her.
"Thank you, Daddy," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.
"You're welcome, baby girl," he said, kissing the top of her head. "Now, let's get you cleaned up for dinner. I know you're probably starving."
He helped her to her feet, and together they padded into the bathroom. The warm water of the running bath filled the room with steam, the scent of lavender bubbles enveloping them both. He carefully undressed her, his hands gentle and caring, and she felt a twinge of embarrassment as she stepped into the tub. But his eyes never left hers, and she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of.
"You know," he said, as he helped her sit down, "it's okay to need someone. It's okay to be scared. That's what I'm here for."
As he began to wash her hair, the soft lather tickling her scalp, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Maybe, just maybe, she could trust him with all of her fears, all of her imperfections. Maybe she could truly let go and just be his little girl.
And as she closed her eyes and leaned back into his embrace, she let out a sigh of relief, allowing herself to believe in the sanctity of their bond. For now, at least, she was safe.
Chan carefully washed the shampoo from her hair, his touch soothing and familiar. The warm water enveloped her small body, creating a cocoon of comfort. As he helped her out of the tub, wrapping her in a fluffy towel, she felt the last of her worries begin to slip away.
He carried her back to their cozy living room, the floor now sticky with damp footprints. The scent of dinner grew stronger, and her stomach rumbled in anticipation. He sat her down on the couch and began to dry her off, his movements methodical and tender.
"Let's get you into some dry clothes," he said, picking out a soft, clean outfit from her little drawer. The fabric was warm from the dryer, and she felt a thrill of excitement as he helped her dress.
When she was all tucked in, he picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. The room was filled with a mouthwatering aroma. On the counter, a plate was already set with her favorite foods, the colors vibrant and inviting.
He sat her in her little chair at the table. The sight of him, so focused on her needs, brought a smile to her lips.
"Eat up, little one," he said, placing the plate in front of her. "You need to keep your strength up for our big day tomorrow."
Her heart skipped a beat. "What's tomorrow?" she asked, her voice filled with hope.
"It's a surprise," he winked, taking his seat beside her. "But I promise it'll be something you'll enjoy."
The mention of a surprise filled her with a warm excitement, pushing the shadows of doubt further away. As they ate in companionable silence, she felt the warmth of his love surrounding her, like a bubble that nothing could penetrate.
For the first time in what felt like forever, she didn't feel the need to apologize for being a little. She didn't feel like she had to hide or pretend. In that moment, she was just y/n, Daddy's little girl, and she knew she was exactly where she belonged.
With every bite, she felt her walls crumbling, her insecurities giving way to the gentle reassurance that he was there for her, no matter what. And as they shared a dessert of chocolate chip cookies and milk, she couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging that she hadn't felt in a long time.
The night grew darker outside, but the light inside their home only grew brighter as they moved into the living room for their nightly routine. She picked out a book from the shelf, and he settled into the chair opposite her, ready to read the bedtime story that would lull her into a peaceful sleep.
As he began to read, the rhythmic cadence of his voice melded with the words on the page, creating a world of wonder and magic that she could lose herself in. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she leaned against his leg, her hand finding its way into his.
And as the story came to an end, she looked up at him, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, her voice sleepy.
"You're welcome, little one," he said, bending down to kiss her forehead. "Now, let's get you to bed."
He carried her to her room, the moon casting a soft glow through the curtains. She watched as he tucked her into her little bed, arranging her stuffed animals just so. And as he turned off the light and closed the door, she felt the warmth of his love linger, a gentle reminder that she was cherished and loved, no matter what tomorrow might bring.
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I will succeed. Not immediately. But definitely.
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98/100
So pumped for the race today...
Log: 16.3.25 #race day #go shopping #research work 2P #call home_journal
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the bitter taste of loneliness, but oh, the sweet taste of academic success
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gentle reminder you can rise up from everything. you can recreate yourself. nothing is permanent. you are not stuck. you have choices. you can think new thoughts. you can learn something new. you can create new habits. all that matters is that you decide today and never look back.
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Build a healthy relationship with yourself, focus on your studies, and surround yourself with the right people. When you align these three, success becomes inevitable


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via's dreams𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖
masterlist by group‧₊˚ ⋅
nct dream₊˚ nct 127₊˚ wayv₊˚ nct wish₊˚ stray kids₊˚ tomorrow x together₊˚ xdinary heroes₊˚
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Your leadership’s moral compass matters. Who do you want in charge?
Someone who thinks government is god and can solve all your problems (which the government also creates)?
Someone who thinks God is God and that we should have a super small government and you should have a safer country with more money in your pocket?
Is this really a hard choice?
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Niall: Louis! You're forcing me to be the voice of reason here and it is NOT a good look on me!
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i can't wrap my head around the fact that we are going into 2025 without all five members of one direction.
like, what do you mean?
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