#God the Father speaks

[myremnantarmy]

"𝘋𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯."

[starry-songs-canvas]

Take Care of Him

The boy, who had Damian’s face, couldn’t be more different than Dick’s (alive?) baby brother.

Aside from his Snow White hair, he smiled and laughed freely, making puns on top of his embarrassing story about his supposed twin brother.  

(“Clones don’t have childhood memories right?  So if I have an embarrassing story or two, that’ll give you a way to check that I’m not a clone AND give you ammunition for teasing!”)

“—And that’s how his face—and his pride—was forever wounded by Sparta the warrior cat!”  Danny finished his story with a flourish, cracking up immediately after.

“Huh, and to think he left it at “training”, obviously he didn’t think anyone would let the cat out of the bag.”  Dick said, laughing even as he eyed the lookalike.

Danny snorted.  “Yeah, I doubt he thought anything as Cat-astropic as that would happen.”

They sat in silence for a moment, overlooking the buildings below, with the Dalv. Co. Labs smoking in the distance and the breeze blowing past the two, yet only seeming to affect Nightwing and not the phantom beside him.

“Is he safe?  Is he happy?” Danny murmurs as he looks up at the stars, looking every bit the forlorn ghost he claimed to be.

“…We keep each other safe.  And I’d say once he got past the stabbing faze, he’s pretty happy in Gotham.”

“But I’m sure it’d make him happy to see you again.”  Dick thought back to the comments the vampire-ghost they’d fought earlier.  It didn’t sound exactly, “happy” or “safe” for Danny.  Or anyone else involved.

Danny shook his head.  “Nah.  He’s… moved on.  And with how crazy my after-life is?  I’m already dealing with ghosts, ghost-hunters, and my—err—that frootloop from earlier.  I do not need to add furries and murder-ninjas to the mix.”

Danny sighed as he floated into a standing position.  “Speaking of which, if you could just, maybe not tell him you saw me?  Better to let dead dogs lie.”

Danny’s piercing Lazarus green eyes looked at Dick and he saw the exact same expression B had on whenever he “had to do it alone”.

“Just, take care of him, Kay?  Or I’ll haunt you to the ends of the universe!”  He said, throwing up a peace sign as he turned invisible.

Dick snorted, “Yeah, sure kid.”

Dick got up and started off toward the bat-plane.  He had a brother to interrogate, and another brother/clone of his brother to find.

[doing-something-unholy]

Priest kink as in Take me to Church by Hozier as in collar me like a dog and make me worship you with blind devotion, convince me im broken and dirty but i can be redeemed in service of you and made pure by your love, i promise i wont even flinch when you hold the knife to my throat and stain my white collar red, your most devoted priest and the perfect sacrificial lamb <3

[salparadiselost]

I cried while writing this so you can cry too

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Dick is frozen in the doorway with Bruce at his back. He knows that he should walk further into the room, but he can’t seem to make his feet move. It’s like all his muscles have been frozen under his skin, or maybe his brain’s signals aren’t getting through. All the wires between his head and his legs have just been cut.

“Chum,” Bruce’s voice is accompanied by a breath near his ear, but that doesn’t make any sense.

Not with the sight right in front of him.

“Dick, you need to walk forward.” Bruce’s hand is on his shoulder, heavy and warm, and Dick still can’t make himself move. He should feel happier than this. The mystery is solved now. They figured it out. He knows now… why he hadn’t been able to leave.

But instead of victory, he feels like he’s nine again as Bruce nudges him, pushing just barely past him. He’s scared because something in his body screams that there is something terribly wrong here. He wants to grab the fabric of Bruce’s shirt. He wished Bruce was wearing a cape just so he could hide behind it.

When was the last time he saw Bruce wearing a cape?

Bruce’s face is grim as he takes in the room. It’s dim, and there’s dust covering everything. Dick can’t make out any of the pictures in the frames because the glass is so thoroughly coated. Even the bedspread, which was still in disarray like its sleeper had just sprung out of it, was blanketed by dust. Whatever had happened here had happened a long time ago.

Whatever had happened had something to do with the two figures hunched into the corner of the room.

Dick didn’t need his detective training to know they were long dead.

There’s two bodies, both curled into each other, even in death. The skin is sunken and pasted into the bones, so much so that it just looks like paper mache over a skeleton. The meat of the bodies is gone. Decomposition had long ended. There’s dust peppered over bones and spiderwebs in the holes of the eye sockets. The expression of the skulls are fixed into the deathly smile of a bare mandible. These left over bones are like relics. More museum pieces than humans. There’s nothing recognizable about them except for the clothes.

The smaller skeleton is wearing a Bludhaven Whales basketball hoodie. The larger one has on a Gotham Knight t-shirt.

He remembers.

“You didn’t leave me,” he said, his eyes fixed on the larger corpse. Suddenly, it’s so Bruce. Everything about it is Bruce. The way that it’s hunched into Dick’s body, physically between him and the door. The way that Bruce is holding his hand, the thumb still rubbing over his knuckles like Bruce had always done when he was half-asleep. The way that he hadn’t let Dick go for… how long? How long had it been?

Dick… he’s having trouble remembering.

His breath is catching in his chest, but he can’t seem to get the air in. Something is wrong. He can’t breathe. He doesn’t know why.

His chest is pumping but the air is whistling through him.

And… Bruce was supposed to go.

“Why didn’t you leave?” Dick whipped around and saw his father, alive but not, still wearing the Gotham Knights t-shirt. The man was staring at the corpses, his mouth a grim line. He’s barefoot. Dick is just now noticing that he’s barefoot because…

That’s right. These are pajamas.

More pieces were filling in the blanks.

He couldn’t breathe. The air was sliding through him without any oxygen. He had been too far gone, but Bruce hadn’t been.

“You were so scared.” Bruce spoke lowly but his voice filled the entire room.

Dick is staring at his father as the man walks forward. His footsteps don’t cause any of the wood boards to creak, even on the loose one that had always whined every time Dick stepped on it. He’s silent as he comes to the other side of Dick’s body and crouches down.

It’s like a twisted mirror.

Dick is dead between two fathers. One is a corpse as much as he is. And the other is reliving it.

“Damian, Tim, and Jason had already died by the time I got to you,” whispered Bruce filling in the pieces of the story that Dick hadn’t known. All he remembered was waking up and… something was wrong… something was very wrong. “They hadn’t even left their beds. They passed in their sleep.”

Bruce’s hand reaches out, and his finger brushed over the crest of Dick’s sunken cheek. It’s where the tears would have been if they hadn’t all been turned to dust.

“But you were awake, and you were scared. You knew something was wrong, and you were panicking, but it was too late. I knew that you couldn’t… that you wouldn’t… there was too much poison in your lungs already.”

Tears are welling in his eyes, and there’s a burn in the back of his throat that he knows isn’t just from the memory.

The panic is a frantic flurry of emotion in the back of his head. The fear is a bitter taste in his mouth. He hadn’t known what was happening, but he knew he was dying.

“You… you could have gotten out, though,” he said. “You could have saved yourself.”

There were silent tears running down Bruce’s face now too. He was clutching onto Dick’s body exactly as the other corpse was. One hand was holding Dick’s. One hand was cradling his head into his shoulder. Bruce was holding him even though Dick was rooted in the middle of the room.

Dick remembers. Fingers in his hair and a hand rubbing over his knuckles. A voice had told him that it would be okay, that he wasn’t alone, don’t be scared.

I’m here.

I’m right here.

I’m not going to leave you.

“Everyone was dead, and you were dying,” said Bruce, his voice choking up in his throat. “You were so scared. You didn’t know what was happening. I couldn’t let you just die alone.”

Bruce makes a sound that Dick had never heard before. It was a dying animal whine, a long, low wail of a slow death. “You were my baby, and you were scared. I couldn’t let you die alone.”

[butchedup]

butch priest who’ll do anything to make a believer out of you x skeptic femme who sees god when they’re being turned out in the confessional booth

[shima-draws]

I’ve watched FMAB a thousand times but Greed’s death STILL gets me every fucking time. 1. Him realizing that Ling is going to get hurt and possibly killed by Father if Greed doesn’t leave his body, 2. Greed coming to terms with the fact that he’s definitely going to get killed by Father but he’s willing to make the sacrifice for Ling, and 3. Greed discovering that what he wanted was what he had the entire time, and that was true friends who would stick with him through thick and thin, who would share the same experiences and failures and triumphs and still love him despite his homunculus status. I’m so.

Also I’m SO pissed at the fact that Pride got to live but Greed didn’t. In my brain I kept saying “Well yeah I guess it makes sense for all of the homunculi to die bc they came from Father and HE has to die” but then I remembered that Pride LIVES and that makes me so salty. Out of all the homunculi Greed deserved to live the MOST AND I JUST. FUCKIGN.

[apollos-boyfriend]

tubbo and jordan are planning on corrupting chunks together <3 father-son bonding activities

[pumpkinrootbeer]

i feel like we kinda miss the whole. catalyst for fiona and lips relationship exploding.

here's your older sister, and here's the only person you've ever been able to trust. she tells you to get out again and again and again, even though you're so afraid that the moment you turn around everything is going to fall apart. getting out, and then getting the rest of them out, is your job. that's what your supposed to do.

neither of you have been able to trust your parents and all you have is each other, and she's telling you to get out. and it's either doom everyone around you by staying, or trust her and leave.

and then, right as you're finally starting to find the rhythm of a world you've beed denied access to your whole life, it's because of her, the only person you've ever been able to trust in you entire existence, because of you leaving and trusting, that your five year old brother almost dies. he's comatose. he's covered in tubes. he might never be the same again. the only person you've ever trusted has done the exact same thing your parents did. Put drugs and alcohol and letting loose above the kids their supposed to take care of.

Is it any wonder Lip stops trusting her. That Lip takes the longest to forgive her. "it wasn't her coke she didn't leave it out" she got high around a toddler and left him near the cocaine. left the cocaine where he could get it. the two other adults picked him up and danced with him with coke on the table. Lip walks in on this after spending an entire day trying to rescue their other brother. His little sister is the one who finds their baby brother.

even discounting that in response to this he has to suddenly start stealing food or else all the kids in the house will starve, or that Fiona suddenly jackrabbits into another person he has to care for instead of someone he can trust, or that he now has to care for a 4 year old, while working a job, and being a full time college student on work study, discounting all of that of course Lip looses faith in his sister. Of course he does.

[doomingthenarrative]

all the baldur’s gate 3 companion storylines. is just loving someone enough to break them free from the cycle. understanding that what they think they want isn’t good for them. valuing their character more than their power.

[caluupin]

Finished TGAAC around 2 1/2 weeks ago but only finished the doodles today. but still, here ya go!

[myremnantarmy]

A New Boldness

"A new boldness is rising up in My people who have fed continually on My Word, those who abide in Me, those who have denied themselves and taken up their Cross.

These Chosen Ones, many who are unknown, will soon arise and show forth My mighty power in the earth. I will do many mighty miracles through them, such as the world had never seen before. Miracles no man can explain.

These miracles will bring Me much glory and cause many souls to come into My Kingdom.

The rewards for these who have sacrificed all to serve Me in this way will be extraordinary. I will reward them both in heaven and while they are on the earth."

[bugwolfsstuff]

But fr

We have exactly two sources of Ampelos' existence in classical myth

Nonnus and *sighs* OVID

TWO SOURCES

DEUX

A DÓ

DOS

DUO

BOTH SOURCES CALL AMPELOS A LOVER OF DIONYSUS

RICKOLAS RIORDAN SOMEHOW MANAGES TO CALL THEM CHILDHOOD FRIENDS

RICK HOW???????

GENUINELY HOW THE FUCK???

Ovid has some wiggle room cause it says loved by Dionysus so you can say any form of love

BUT NONNUS HAS A SCENE WHERE DIONYSUS SAYS AMPELOS IS DEARER TO HIM THAN OLYMPUS AND THAT AMPELOS IS PRETTIER THAN GANYMEDE TO ZEUS

*angrily points at Dionysiaca book 10 and 11* LOOK AT IT RICKOLAS LOOK AT IT.

[ptvstvrrr]

Drops this monster bc I love Ethel Cain and Grotesquerie

[samanthamulder]

I feel like I’ve lost sight of myself, Mulder. It’s hard to see, let alone find in the darkness of covert locations. I mean, I wish I could say that we were going in circles, but we’re not. We’re going in an endless line -- two steps forward and three steps back. While my own life is...standing still.

THE X-FILES GIF MEME — [1/20] EPISODES layout adapted from: x + x

[camgoloud]

OKAY i’m finished watching season 1 of house md. three stories is a CRAZY good episode of television. like everyone else i came to this show for the toxic old man yaoi but unfortunately i do think i’m going to have to stay for of all people the blond australian catholic idiot with the most daddy issues in the world. having a great time would recommend (/s) (genuinely unsure whether by /s i mean /serious or /sarcastic)

[wecanbeperfect]

GOD HAS SPOKEN

Amos 3:8 The lion hath roared, who will not fear? the Lord God hath spoken, who can but prophesy?