#Jesus fights our battles

[dkcdude]

What's in a Name?

There are some Christian praise songs I really like that talk about the power in the name of Jesus. Thinking about them, though, got me wondering: how can there be power in a name? I mean, the thought of there being actual power in a name seems almost mystical to me. So, let’s unpack a couple verses from the Bible to see if there’s anything to this. In Exodus 3, Moses first encounters God from…

[fizzstix]

i dont want to be the mediator in yet another argument between my friends that i have nothing to do with but the constant fear of being viewed as dishonest or disloyal by the people i care about wants me to be the mediator in yet another argument between my friends that i have nothing to do with

[heavenbarnes]

Hello I’m ruminating on olderbf!Simon and how down bad I am for him. I have so many thoughts that do not relate to each other but I would love to just braindump on ya if I may!

-olderbf!Simon and reader obviously into voyeurism/exhibitionism with the other 141 and hearing all of their dirty thoughts, but I get the sense that Simon would NOT like to hear literally anyone else talking that way about his girl. Like if a recruit or lower rank soldier saw reader and said something gross in earshot of Simon we might actually have a murder on our hands. What do you think?

-when/if reader ever gets bratty, how might Simon punish her? Maybe instead of having punishment sex he would actually withhold his dick from her? But then ofc he’s also horny and depraved so it ends up being as much of a punishment for him

-how do you envision them sharing a bed? Are they big spooners or does Simon run so hot that reader can’t handle him being nearby?

Anyway I need to lie down now I’m unwell about him xoxo

read this in the carpark before work and had to ruminate on it all day until now 🫶🏼

there was an internal battle your older bf!simon was facing. there was a part of him, a filthy part of him, that damn near needed everyone to know how good you could be for him.

but there was a bigger part that’d rather die than have anyone think of you like that.

enter 141.

men that simon could literally trust with his life, knew him better than anyone (anyone other than you). he could trust them with his life and he could trust them with a group chat full of your most intimate moments.

however, anyone else tried to even think about you? intimately or not?

there wasn’t a place they could hide.

“jesus, L.T- the fuckin’ sight a’that”

“woah, the things i’d do to-“

one stone faced expression hidden behind a balaclava, another fighting a shit eating grin off his face.

“i’d start runnin’ if i wa’you”

not like they’d ever be able to run fast enough.

and your older bf!simon knows orders better than anyone. lives by them, loves by them.

so when you’ve acted out, he knows that you need an order- need something to get you back to sweet and pliant like he’s used to.

no use fucking it back into you, minute he sinks even the tip in- it’s him going dumb and forgetting what the mission even was.

he has to go to the next extreme.

“no touchin’, sweet’art”

your hands went back under your thighs, back pressed to the arm of the couch as you watched the man in front of you. fucking hell.

simon had one rough hand wrapped around his cock, wrist twisting as he tugged himself off. the sounds of his broken moans, the spit slick of his palm.

pure fucking torture.

“please, si”

that nearly did it, he nearly gave in with one little whimper from you.

“i’ll be good”

simon’s eyes flickered up the length of you, eyes locking with yours. he could see the well of tears on your lower lashes, he could see the way your lip was fixed between your teeth.

“what’ya say then?”

crawling, fucking crawling across the couch to him- you let him feed the tip into your mouth, muffling your words as you spoke.

“m’sorry si”

and when it’s you and your older bf!simon in your bed at the end of a long day, there’s nothing quite like it for him.

he has to be touching you.

up to him? he likes to be spooning you, curve of your back against his chest and your ass nestled nicely against his cock.

where you belong.

but the man’s big and that means that man’s warm so sometimes he has to settle for a hand against your stomach or a leg between yours.

just as long as he’s touching you.

he’s happiest, however, when your head is on his chest and he can see your peaceful little face rise and fall with his breathing. to him, he can almost imagine you exist as one.

when he can hear your little breaths, the tiny (or not so tiny) snores drifting out your lips as he traces the lines of your face with a long finger.

tactile guy is our simon, but only when it comes to you.

[hermajestyimher]

As someone who has battled anxiety and very dark thoughts in the past, God has shown me it is crucial to not try to get out of that mindset on my own strength. These are spiritual attacks, and I need to learn to lean on the Spirit to fight for me. I do this by using scripture that reminds me of the nature of God and his will for my life.

The enemy is a liar and he uses catastrophizing and overthinking to tell us lies about ourselves and the things to come. I refuse to give him an inch into my life by coming into agreement with his lies. Understanding the spiritual nature of our thoughts empowers you to not allow them to control you, but for you to have power over them.

1. John 10:10

“The thief’s purpose is to steal and kill and destroy. My purpose is to give them a rich and satisfying life.”

2. Jeremiah 29:11

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”

3. Psalm 55:22

“Give your burdens to the Lord, and He will take care of you. He will not permit the godly to slip and fall.”

4. Isaiah 41:10

“Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.”

5. Philippians 4:6-7

“Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank Him for all He has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.”

6. Romans 8:6

“So letting your sinful nature control your mind leads to death. But letting the Spirit control your mind leads to life and peace.”

7. Matthew 11:28-30

“Then Jesus said, ‘Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.’”

[holyspiritgirl]

What is Spiritual Warfare and how to overcome it with the help of God?

• Spiritual warfare is the idea that there's a battle going on between good and evil forces. In Christianity, this means a fight between God and His angels against the devil and his demons. It mainly happens in our minds, hearts, and spirits. It’s about resisting bad thoughts, temptations, and influences that go against what God wants for us. Though we believe that Jesus has indeed already defeated Satan by dying on the cross and coming back to life, the enemy still tries to lead us to sin in order to push us away from God, thus spiritual warfare.

• “Symptoms” vary since the devil attacks you where it hurts the most, to make you as vulnerable as possible; but here are some of the most common ones:

- believing that your not worthy of having a relationship with God or talking to God therefore feeling the need to distance yourself from him

-self destructive / sabotage / harm temptations

-paranoia / overthinking

-strong headaches / body aches

-temptations towards sin such as lust, gluttony, laziness, anger.. etc, depends on your weaknesses

-self hatred & self doubt / doubt in faithfulness

-hopelessness, fear, anxiety

-random depressive moods & replaying bad memories … the list goes on!

• Living a life more aligned with God’s will is seen as a threat to Satan and his purposes, leading to increased attempts to discourage or derail one’s faith journey. With a deeper relationship with God often comes a greater sense of purpose and mission, attracting more challenges and obstacles from evil forces trying to prevent one from fulfilling God’s plans. Our Father allows these intensified battles to refine and strengthen our faith, helping us rely more on Him and grow spiritually.

• Here are some bible verses that may help you during those tough times battling spiritual warfare :

-Corinthians 10:13

- Psalm 91

-Ephesians 6:11-18

-Isaiah 54:17

-Galatians 5:17-26

- Peter 5:8-9

-Romans 8:37-39

-Luke 10:19

-James 4:7

-John 16:33

-Deuteronomy 3:22

-Matthew 4:10-11

• Let me know if you’d be interested in me posting those verses and talking about some of them with you guys, sort of like a bible study kind of thing. It’d be a pleasure ;)

Have a blessed day 💞💓👼🏻

[marymary-diva17]

Ok so

We know the typical reader being hated by the sullys, and in this request she's neteyam's twin sister but looks sky people or whatever, Jake cares more about her siblings more than her and neytiri is basically blind to all the hate reader gets from the clan and neglect from her dad and siblings, and her dad making go on missions even though she's scared of sky people, buuuuttt.......plot twist, reader gets tired do she trains in the forest alone, spying on sky people way of fighting to play fire with fire, she becomes buff and tall with scars since she decided to live in the middle of the forest in the most forbidden place of it, where no na'vi survived except her apparently, and because of that she deals and hunts bigger, stronger and faster predators than the normal ones, and sooo, she has better reflex and hates the family except neytiri cause she's her mama and tuk because she's too young to comprehend what's going on. She does visit spider once in a while but never reveals where she lives, appearing as an unknown warrior only when the raids are happening and then disappearing in the shadows, hell not even Kiri with her Pandora Jesus powers can track her

You can take something off if you want and the rest you can choose what you want to do

sully family x daughter/sister reader

Ewya blessed child

part 2

When neytiri and Jake had found out they were going to be parents they were overjoyed with the new, it had been one of the many good news to come since the end of the war between the navi and RDA. Twins will soon enter this world and join the omatacayia clan, their son neteyam was born first his birth had brought everyone great joy then there was his sister you. Your birth was seen as a bad omen to many has you had inherited your father human DNA born with five finger and toes and different shade of blue and different markings then everyone else. Even your hair was seen as something horrible it was white color very know to the navi, you were seen as demon child. She was also seen as the failure as well she was no like other navi child, and never seem to fit in with her clan or even her own family.

Y/n " dad I'm ......"

Jake " young lady I'm not going over this again with you" once again you are in trouble with you dad, training classes had happened and your had completely failed tsu'tey the mentor had brought you to Jake. As all the other mentor had competely giving up on your and deemed your a failure.

netyeam " dad she getting good it not easy for everyone"

Jake " stay out of this son I'm speaking to your sister she need to take accountability"

lo'ak " well dad if you most know there are others to blame for this, the blame is not all her"

Jake " I said enough you two now stop"

y/n " dad I have been trying my best to get better in class but I don't think I'm the warrior type"

Jake " don't pull this stunt on me young lady all the other kids can do combat but you, even te children younger then you can do better"

y/n " dad I'm sorry but I don't think I have it in me for war or to hurt others, I'm scared of going to battle I'm scared dad" you are scared of going to battle as you didn't wish to kill anyone. You wish to study some of these new humans which was not liked by anyone. You always seem to do things in a way that your understood but was not the navi way.

tsu'tey " brother she can't keep up with the other trainees if this keeps up she will be holding back everyone"

y/n " I didn't mean for that to happen I can get better"

Jake " you always say that you don't mean it or to now look what is happing no one else will wish to teach you"

Jake " that times I'm cleaning up your mess and speaking to others because you means we lost more of our people and home, all of this because you are scared ... stop being childish and selfish y/n and act your age because you selfish ways are causing this all"

y/n " I'm sorry dad I not mean anything of this I don't wish to be selfish"

Jake " I don't have the this I'm the leader I have our people and your brothers training to deal with neteyam has to be ready you are wasting my time and his"

y/n " what about mom I can help her maybe I can prove my self there and maybe grandma as well"

Jake " she busy with your baby sister tuk still a child and needs all her attention, and she has her stuff to deal with and your other siblings"

Jake " leave mo'at out of this matter she has your sisters to take after you she doesn't need you"

y/n " well maybe I can help your or the humans I can be helpful dad, give me a chance I know I have mess up but maybe if you hear me out"

Jake " I don't have time for now just go elsewhere and stay away from the warriors and everyone until future notice once again, I will be apologizing for you mistakes"

y/n " I can go say sorry to the class and my mentors"

Jake " just stopp y/n you have done enough today just go else" you said nothing else everyone knew your dad loves your sibling more, then you because when they messed up it was okay but when you messed up it was bad. He will defend them more than he will defend you and that was true.

y/n " yes sir" you soon walked away it seems like everyone was listening to the conversation, you soon reached your mom and sister as they sat outside of the home with, some other mother and children by them having a good time.

y/n " hey"

tuk " sis you are home"

y/n " yes lesson got done early"

kiri " did they or did you mess up again come on sister you have to start thinking more, before you act"

y/n " I did my best"

y/n " umm can I help you all with the weaving I got better" neytiri and kiri looked at each other and soon looked at you.

kiri " sister I and mom have been working on this for months and we have to make sure the style stays good, and it and project me and mom have been trying to keep a secret for dad"

y/n " oh what is it for"

neytiri " a gift for you father is has all the families ikran on it"

tuk " all but mine"

kiri " hush once you get your ikran we will add it" you were looking over the project it had everything special about everyone, in the family well expect you.

y/n "I think you are all missing something"

kiri " no we are not everything on there"

y/n " no you are missing...." you had taken a step not trying to ruin anything but there was soon a loud rip sound.

kiri " no y/n " you soon looked down to see the image of your parents and family had been ripped in half.

y/n " I'm sorry I was making sure I didn't step on anything wrong, here I can help" you had moved out of the way trying to clean up the mess you had made accidentally, but tuk and some other kids were running around not paying attention and trip over you bow that you placed away safely, but one kid had tossed it down hoping to win the game but it was seen like you had done it. sending them falling into the ground, hurting themselves as cries let out.

neytiri " tuk"

y/n " oh tuk I'm so sorry I didn't see you"

neytiri " enough"

y/n " here let me help I can take tuk and take care of her"

kiri " enough sister please move ... move I need to attend to our sister you had hurt while not looking where you are going"

y/n " umm sure is there anything I can do"

kiri " no juts stop"

y/n " tuk I'm sorry so sorry"

tuk " it hurts"

y/n " oh tuk I'm so sorry when you are better I will make it up to you, hey hey don't we go for flight or you can have my desert at dinner"

tuk " can a hug help"

y/n " oh tuk"

neytiri " just leave you sister alone just go away for a bit, we can deal with her"

y/n " okay mom is there anything I can do while I'm gone I can get dinner or collect new materials for the project anything name it"

neytiri " become a better daughter and sister, and one of the people" you looked at you mom hurt and it seems like your sister heard it as well, but soon went back to attend to tuk who was still hurt because of you.

navi mother " you have no shame ruining your mom and sister work and not hurting children even your own sister"

y/n " I didn't mean to if there anything I can do"

neytiri " just go away y/n please just leave and don't come back" neytiri was now looking at you in the eyes and she was mad, it seems like she didn't see you as her daughter anymore. You didn't say anything else as you soon left, feeling all eyes on you getting dirty looks from the mothers and their kids. Once you were out of the view of the clan you soon started running as fast and far you legs can take you. You kept on running until you could no longer run anymore feeling the pain in your legs and feet.

y/n " I'm even a failure to my family" you didn't know where you ran to but you just wish to sit down and relax.

y/n " I can't be a warrior like the rest of my family and I will never be a healer like kiri ... I always mess up and can never do everything everyone else wants me to do it like .... I'm no true navi I'm a demon in false body"

y/n " even I'm bring my sibling into this when it not their problem"

y/n " now because of me we are losing this warrior and more lives will be lost, and now I rude dad gift he would of like so much I rude everything .... I'm selfish and childlish as well" tears were falling down your face as your felt like a complete failure as daughter, sister, and navi altogether. You even thought the human hate you as well as they will rush away and cover stuff when you came by, you were unwanted by everyone. expect your sibling, your grandmother, and spider they always love you and wanted to spend time with you.

y/n " I just wanted to be helpful and keep everyone alive and well" you soon felt something touch your forehead. You soon open your eyes to see a wood spirt you had gotten up and look at it.

y/n " hello little one are you lost" you reach out your hand as the spirt start floating over it making you laugh and smile, soon more spirts had shown up getting your attention.

y/n " well it look like you are not alone" the wood spirt had float down towards your feet and start making it way up, soon followed by other doing the same as well as the other float around you. A smile had grown on your face as this happen it was so beautiful and wonderful.

y/n " huh" it seems like the woods spirt were leading you towards something so you decide to follow them, going deep and deeper into the forest until you reached a grand spitter tree.

y/n " wow' you follow the spirts towards the grains tree as all the other trees started to glowing brighter and brighter. you soon reach the tree truck.

y/n " I have never been here what is here anyways where I'm" the spirt from earlier was floating near you, as one the tree branch was hanging low.

y/n " I'm going with you want me to grab and see what happens right, well I'm trusting you spirt and all your friends ... oh please great mother given me strength to be strong and helpful ... I just want to be there for my family and people as I feel lost and useless" you had closed your eyes and made the connection, soon open your eyes.

y/n " huh" you soon saw Thanator was trapped one of rda traps, you remember this day as you soon saw a child version of you. Who was walking slowing towards the creatures holding your blade as you walked towards the creature. the Thanator was looking at young you made and growling, as you raised up your blade looking like you were making a hunter blow when you cut off the trap from the creatures and removed and tracking device.

younger you " there you go see I mean you no harm" younger you had broken the tracking device in many piece and soon tossed it over a cliff.

young you " see all good now you are all better they will not find you" the Thanator soon looked at you and soon bowed towards you and your bow back, the creatures soon ran off into the woods. The Thanator was not the last creatures you saved from hunter traps.

y/n " I remember that day I was so proud of myself" soon another memory started playing it was other version of you from years ago . You had come across some rda scientists and one solider .

Scientist " leave us alone we mean you no harm"

younger you " I mean no harm as well"

Scientist 2 " then why are you here anyways"

younger you " I saw your fire and came to see if you need help ... you r friend is sick" you had seen the other humans laying down sweating badly and sick.

Scientist 3 " no please don't him he our friend he mean no harm, he has a family"

younger you " I'm here to help no cause anymore harm" you soon saw flower that could help and some herbs, you grabbed them and soon of metal cups starting cursing them.

solider "what going one ... she one of them what is is doing"

Scientist 3 " don't worry she her to help you"

younger you " the hot water can I use it"

Scientist " yes give her what she said" the forth scientist had grabbed the water and gave it to you, and you soon poured the water into the cup and soon walked to the man.

younger you " drink it and you will feel better" You were kneeling down towards the man as he looked at you, he soon took the cup his friend.

solider " it ever sweet"

Scientist " what did you give him"

younger you " a herbal tea that will help heal you friend he will feel better soon"

solider ' thank you"

younger you " you are welcome now you all most head back to your home, before the scouting party see you"

Scientist 2 " why are you helping us"

younger you " because I care and you all seem like you mean no harm"

scientist " are you well enough to move"

solider " yes ready to go"

younger you " here some advice the rda higher up are using you all I know you all came here for some reason, but once the rda has had it use with you they will leave you all behind"

Scientist " thank you child we will always remember this"

younger you " if you use this way you will be home befroe dark and avoid any hunters out there, the warriors and brave and will defend our homes ... I have show your kindness today where other wouldn't dont make me regret my choices" the human had looked at you soon clearing thier stuff and soon leave the area, you made sure their tracks were not followed.

y/n " I still wonder whatever happen to them after that day" you had shown kindness and help your so called enemies will others would not. You even shown kindness toward you clan members and humans even due they didn't like it most of the time. soon the memories ended and you back in the real world.

???? " you are not selfish or childish" you soon got scared when you heard a deep voice speaking to you, making you looked around to see tshaik standing near you but she seemed different.

y/n " hello have you called me here"

????? " yes I have called you here today as I have been sneaking you out since the day you open your eyes"

y/n " huh"

????? " you think you are useless, selfish, and childlish, failure I'm right" the women was walking around you as you following her every movement.

y/n " yes"

???? " that is false I have seen what you have done in the past showing kindness towards the creatures here and face the most dangerous ones, and being there for enemies you wish to understand verse hate them"

y/n " yes"

????? " you are not useless, selfish, childlish, and failure you are perfect my child as I have a dynasty made for you and you will discover more as you grow"

y/n " huh what do you mean"

???? " you have come to place that thsaik once they are in elders years can come and you are still young, that speak volumes you will be great tshaik one day"

y/n " no that is for my sister I can't take that away"

????" still caring for your family that why you will be perfect my child, you will be good tshaik and show everyone what you can do" the women was soon standing in front of you and soon tapped your forehead as wood spirts soon started circle around you, as the women disappeared as the tree starting glowing bright and brighter. The wind was blowing as well and you could hear this sweet song and soon everything had felt like it stopped.

???? " now go live your life with wonder and beauty it will not be easy, but you will do great things my child great things" soon it felt like everything had ended.

y/n " thank you" It was night time and you realized it was far to late to be away from home, your family might be worried for you. You soon raced home with a smile one your face as the spirts followed you, as the ground glowing under your feet as your feet hit the ground. While everything else glowed when you fingers touched them, you felt some happy once you reached home you were alone.

y/n " I'm home but it seems like no came looking for me ... it okay at least they are all okay that all the matters" you soon reached your home to hear and see you family having a good time eating dinner and talking, you wish to join them but you didn't after today you felt it was wrong.

y/n " I should leave it will be bad if they see me" you soon went to place you had made with your siblings and spider, you soon climbed all the way up there it was tree house that what Jake called it. You had picked some fruit while eating it, watching some the light turn. You looked out onto pandora wondering what will happen next and what was your dynasty. You had fallen asleep that night not feeling alone like past nights you felt like you were not alone. anymore and just maybe there was some others here and with the great mother that are on your side.

[sameschmidtdiffname]

Peeta as the smallest of 3 brothers definitely had to resort to dirty plays like biting in his youth.

First off, you're right and you should say it. Second off, Peeta being the youngest is 1000% a dynamic in his relationship with Katniss once they start to recover.

No bc listen. I was the youngest of three siblings and while we never got into physical fights I learned QUICK how to use my mouth to win what battles couldn't be fought physically because my siblings would 100% go to jail for trying to rock a 3 y/os shit. So Peeta was running his mouth religiously around the household. Can't tell me otherwise. "If it weren't for the baby??" Girl, he was biting AND flappin his lips. 100% would get pinned to the ground by his brothers and be like "wow I feel bad for your girlfriend" before getting his shit rocked. He'll offer them tips inbetween punches. "Aim for the throat. Wow, you're still pathetic."

Second, Katniss is the eldest, Peeta is the youngest in their families. Once they're more secure in their relationship, Peeta is 100% causing fun! problems 24/7. She's stressed the fuck out she's gonna come home one day from hunting again and half the house is repainted with all of the furniture just shoved into one big pile away from the drying walls like "WHY DID YOU DO THIS??" "bored :))" because he's so dangerously intelligent, I'm thoroughly convinced he's a practical fucking moron. He probably had to create his own entertainment as a child, he's used to being ignored. If he gets an idea to rearrange the furniture, he just does it. Katniss and Haymitch both have to intervene with how much this happens because Katniss complained about it to Effie once, and Effie started rambling about this thing called "feng-shui," and now Peeta is completely obsessed and will spend several hours to the point of obsession planning with Effie not just his decor, but literally fucking everyones, and Katniss tried to warn Haymitch "Hey, we need to fucking stop this," and Haymitch just said "get out of my house." But now Haymitch is too sober to deal with the constantly changing furniture, and why is this idiot painting his ceiling, and can you please pick up a hobby that doesn't involve majorly changing the layout of our houses? Peeta says no. Katniss instead comes home to Peeta having several geese chasing him at Haymitchs training. He's been waiting for an excuse to reveal this.

She stops feeling bad for needing his constant comfort once he starts biting her out of boredom. Oh, come on. You can see it. He would absolutely look at her arm one night and go "you look nice :))" before taking a giant fucking bite that makes her question every decision she made from age 16-18. There's a solid minute where they just sit in their bed at a standstill. She's holding her book in shock, he's just frozen still biting her. She says "What the fuck" he says "nostalgia :))" to which she's further confused and slightly terrified. She learns how to duck. He learns how to lure her in easier. Post-canon angst + comfort is cute, give me chaotic Peeta torturing his wife who just wants five minutes of peace but secretly adores her dangerously clever idiot of a husband

Imagine when they have kids. That woman is gonna go from "peetas baby!" To "your child."

He likes tossing the motherfuckers in the air. He's the kinda dad who will take off RUNNING with the shopping cart, shove the thing as far away as he can and just wave "bye bye! :))" to the baby inside of the cart that's laughing wildly while Katniss is just chasing this fucking thing down through the store like it's the quarter quell all over again and everyone else is just watching like "Jesus Christ he's doing it again." It gets worse when Peeta collaborates his children with the attacking geese to use against Haymitch when he tries to prevent him from repainting his ceiling again.

[thewordfortheday]

Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written,Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord. (Romans 12:19)

Betrayal...at some point in time, happens to all of us. That lie that was told about you, the backstabbing, the secret that was exposed. Instinct tells us we need to get back at them. This is because getting even feels good. We want them to pay now. We want to stop hurting now. We want justice now.

You see, Jesus is the only one who can mete out justice. It's not our job. All we have to do is trust Him. When He is fighting your battle, you will never lose. He will vindicate you, He will make people eat their own words, He will lift you so high that people will be amazed and know that your God is on your side.

Now focus on being more like Jesus, who didn't open His mouth when people spat on Him and did all kinds of evil against Him and put Him to death. The story didn't end in death. There was the resurrection and that was His vindication! Hallelujah!

[scramratz]

Rant abt your Cds I'm curious

OK HERE GOES SCRAMS 2024 CD COLLECTION TIER LIST

(Disclaimer: these are just my personal opinions and if yours differ from mine, fine. It’s not a sin to be wrong)

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Goo-Sonic Youth: Straight bangers all the way through. Girls love it when you show them your Sonic Youth cd. Extra points cuz the pamphlet unfolds into a sick poster

Midnight Vultures-Beck: Good album to clean the house to. Every song a banger. Beck as a person sets off alarms, though 🤔

Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot-Sparklehorse: Genuinely my favorite artist and album of all time. Fall asleep to Homecoming Queen often.

Siamese Dream-Smashing Pumpkins: Fire straight though. Good when you’re in a depressed 20-something mood. Better than Mellon Collie in my humble opinion.

Gorillaz-Gorillaz: The start of one of my favorite bands and objectively one of the best bands in the world don’t fight me on it I’ll kill you.

A TIER-

Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots-The Flaming Lips: Solid album. Iconic cover art. “Do You Realize??” always got me feeling feelings

Violent Femmes-Violent Femmes: Top 3 favorite band. Every song went platinum in my household. Would have been higher but reminds me of my mom too much.

Dig Me Out- Sleater-Kinney: Got it because the name sounded familiar. Ended up loving them! Doesn’t sound right if it’s not played loud, though, and considering I live in an apartment, I don’t play it often.

Fear Yourself-Daniel Johnston: Got it because I love “Hi, How Are You” but haven’t been able to find it anywhere. Was pleasantly surprised! Hits the same melancholy spot but slightly more upbeat.

Figure 8-Elliot Smith: My favorite sad boy that definitely DIDN’T kill himself. Not my favorite Elliot album but every one of his albums is A tier personally.

The Diary of Alicia Keys-Alicia Keys: WENT QUADRUPLE PLATINUM IN OUR HOUSEHOLD. Prime cleaning the house on Sunday music. Dragon Days is seriously underrated.

Garbage-Garbage: Don’t know how to say this without sounding insane but this album sounds like the color #DC007F and I like that color a lot

2-Mac Demarco: The CHOKEHOLD Mac Demarco had on us artschool bitches in 2016 OMG. Was gonna change my name to Viceroy

B TIER-

Money for Nothing- Dire Straits: Top tier dad music.

Lumine fever- The Adrenals: Got it cuz the cover looked cool. Was pleasantly surprised! They rock the adequate amount

Rocket to Russia- Ramones: They’re good but I don’t get the hype honestly. They’re the Flavor-Aid of Punk

Starfish- The Church: Only love one song on it, the only song anyone likes tbh. The rest are your standard 80s deal

Crooked Rain-Pavement: I really love Pavement but there is a thing as too much Pavement and I think I’ve reached it

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot-Wilco: Honestly should have been in A tier but all the pretentious music dudes I’ve met has soured this album for me so it goes in B outta spite. Jesus Etc my fave song tho

An Evening with Silk Sonic- Silk Sonic: Nice, short, gets me in a happy mood. Does what it needs to do!

Prolonging the Magic- Cake: John McCrea don’t really be singing, do he? He just fancy talkin

C TIER-

Gigantic, Fuel, and The Nixons: I got all 3 on sale and they all sound the same and that sound is…ok? Like it’s alright background music

Blind Melon-Blind Melon: What was with 90’s bands putting random kids as their album covers? Decent listen, though.

Summerteeth-Wilco: Good background music. I can’t remember any songs off it.

Los Angeles/Wild Gift-X: I like X but I hate that fucking album art omg it’s so hard to look at. I like their songs individually but as a cohesive album, eh.

D TIER-

Throwing Copper-Live: bought it on sale with the above 3 but liked this one substantially less. Only redeeming quality to me is the album art.

Ben Folds Five-Ben Folds Five: Misleading considering there’s only 3 of them. He sounds like my ex boyfriend from highschool before I realized I liked girls

F Tier-

The Ragetones/Fall Apart-The Ragetones: Saw them play at a shitting basement show. Everything sounds better when you can barely hear yourself think.

F Punk-Big Audio Dynamite: Found it at the thrift and rehomed it outta pity. Sounds like the 80s in a bad way.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

I'm Irish but work for a UK based company. The English treat us the way that architecture lady did ALL THE TIME. Literally don't bother to know basic things like when our bank holidays are, what relevant laws and industry practices are different in Ireland vs England, we've been assigned HR people who don't know anything about Irish employment law, given 'benefits' we couldn't use because we weren't in the UK, hosted in-person meetings in our offices where English guests keep saying 'here in the UK', we get paid less because instead of adjusting our wages to euro they just changed out the pound sign for a euro sign in our contracts, they refuse to let us use local suppliers for office supplies etc so everything takes longer to arrive and costs more than it does for the rest of the company, during a recent rebrand we were refused a budget for (legally required) Irish-language signage, the list goes on and on.

The irony is that because of the nature of our work we have constant meetings and workshops about acceptance of different nationalities and learning not to discriminate but if we try bringing up how we're discriminated against we get laughed at.

We have colleagues in an office in Scotland who get similar treatment so at least there's some solidarity there, but it's exhausting. It feels like we're fighting a constant battle. And the response we always get to complaints is just 'oh oops silly us' if we get any at all.

English entitlement is very very real and I don't blame you for reaching the end of your rope with that woman.

Oh Jesus Christ that sounds exhausting. And yeah, very familiar. Wales often gets included with the English south west when companies try to do countrywide provision, and what really stands out is the utter lack of consideration or respect for the language and bilingual signage, and Welsh road infrastructure not allowing easy or cheap travel in the same way. "Everyone get to Bristol for this meeting" is far, far harder for mid and north Wales than anywhere else. Plus, getting called a Taffy just casually. Super fun.

My sister used to work for a nationwide charity, actually, based in London. She took over as the organiser for their eight nationwide conferences a year. And the people in the Welsh, Scottish and Northern Irish offices loved her, because she was the first one in years who remembered that they existed, and made an effort to get the conferences to them at least SOME of the time; and the English offices complained each time she did. They thought four should be London (it's easiest to get to!), three in northern England (that's diversity!), and one in Northern Ireland (different landmass so begrudgingly accepted every other year) was reasonable.

Gah. Frustrating as fuck.

[dkcdude]

God is in the Storm

So, I have had a tumultuous week. A little over a week ago, I learned that my contract with my employer was not being extended. This came as a total shock. At the same time, it is taking us longer to sell our house than we had originally anticipated. This all combined to make me feel like I was under attack. And maybe I was. Being a follower of Christ does not make us immune from difficulties…

[devilmen-collector]

Origin of the names of the angels

Since I have done a post on the origin of the names of the seven kingdoms of Hell, may as well do the origin of the names of the angels.

Warning, this post contains religious content. If you are not comfortable, please ignore this.

Now let's go on with our trivia post

Seraphim

Now I just want to make a distinction. The Seraphim irl are called "the Archangels", but that doesn't mean they belong to the rank of archangel, the second-to-lowest rank, it only means they are the leaders and chieftains of all the angels, including other Seraphim.

Also, Michael, Gabriel and Raphael are the only named angels in the Bible.

Michael

"Michael" means "Who is like unto God?" in Hebrew. In the Bible, Michael is described as "the great prince, who standeth for the children of thy people" (Daniel 12:1), the angel who disputed with the devil over the remains of Moses (Epistle of St. Jude verse 9), the leader of the heavenly army fighting against the dragon (Revelation 12:7).

In the Christian tradition, Michael is the leader of God's army fighting against Satan, helper of the faithful Christians at the moment of death, champion of God's people, protector of the Jews under of the Old Testament, and of God's Holy Church. He is also the patron of many chivalric order of knights.

Michael, having led the battle against Lucifer, is the greatest of all angels, no angel could surpass him in honor and glory.

The feast day of St. Michael in Western Christianity is held on September 29, commemorating the dedication of first church built in his honor in Western Europe. In Eastern Christianity, St. Michael and all angels have their commom feast day on the 8th of November.

Gabriel

"Gabriel" means "strength of God". In the Bible, he appears as the messenger of God who delivers messages of utmost importance: he tells the Prophet Daniel two prophecies concerning the successive empires and the time elapsing before the coming of Christ (Daniel chapter 8 & 9), he appears before Zachary and foretells that his son will be the Precursor of the Lord (Luke 1:5-25), and most importantly Gabriel announces to the Virgin Mary the Incarnation of the God the Son and that she is going to become the Mother of God (Luke 1:26-38). According to tradition, Gabriel was also the angel who appeared in St. Joseph's dream (Matthew 1:18-25; 2: 13-23), and also the angel who consoled Jesus (Luke 22:43). Thus, Gabriel is the Archangel of Incarnation and Consolation.

Some traditions have Gabriel as the angel of mercy while Michael is the angel of justice. Some others have it vice versa.

St. Gabriel's feast day, according to an old tradition, is on the 24th of March, the day before the feast of Annunciation.

Raphael

"Raphael" means "God has healed". The third Archangel appears only in the book of Tobit, in which he helps the young Tobias during his journey, ultimately aiding the young man heal his father's blindness and helping him find a good spouse. Therefore, Raphael is invoked as the angel of Healing and the Patron of finding a good partner for marriage.

Raphael was also the angel who revealed that there are seven Archangels. "For I am the angel Raphael, one of the seven, who stand before the Lord" (Tobit 12:15).

The feast day of St. Raphael, in old tradition, is on the 24th of October.

Cherubim

Selaphiel, Jegudiel and Barachiel

Selaphiel, Jegudiel and Barachiel aren't found in Sacred Scripture, but only in the tradition of Eastern Orthodox Church.

For these three angels, I have already made a post about it. I'll link it here for you guys.

Selaphiel, Jegudiel and Barachiel: Origin of the names

Zadkiel

Zadkiel does not appear in the Bible, although some identify him as the unnamed Angel of the Lord who prevents Abraham from sacrificing his son during the time that God tested Abraham (Genesis 22:1-18). It's the reason why if a church (usually an Anglican church) does depict Zadkiel in its iconography, he's depicted as holding a dagger, for Abraham intended to use a dagger to sacrifice his son.

We will skip over Thrones (or Ophanim), Dominions, Virtues and Powers because there is currently no angel of those choirs in-game yet.

Principalities

Michelleel

"Michelleel" is a name that PrettyBusy completely made up themselves. No angel is known with the name Micheleel. Micheleel is the combination of Michael written in another way "Michelle" and the suffix "el", which means "God".

Archangels

Rashiel, Armisael and Zeruel

Just like with Michelleel, these three Archangels have made up names by PrettyBusy.

Angels

Samael

"Samael" means "Venom/Poison of God". He exists only in Judaism's Talmudic lore. Sometimes he is considered a fallen angel, with some people think he's Satan, while other times he is considered the angel with destructive duties.

[satlun]

Forsaken

Pairing: priest!john constantine x fem!reader

Genre: Angst

Trigger warnings: Priest kink? I don't think so. The relationship between a priest and his ex-lover. Mention of God and religious things in rebellious ways. So, if you're a religious person, I suggest you skip this.

Summary: Haunted by the past and a love that challenges the bounds of faith, a seeks console in the confessional. Father John, your ex-lover, is the only person you have left. But as both of your secrets and desires collide, your fragile world unwinds, revealing a battle between faith and forbidden love. A heartbreaking story of loss, longing, and the final betrayal.

Word Count: 4.5k

Author's note I: I’m not a Christian, I might make some mistakes/ misunderstood, feel free to correct me. I apologize in advance; I don't mean to offend you or anything and I don't mean to disrespect your beliefs either. It's just a fanfiction.

Author's note II: This is the most difficult writing I have ever written, the dialogue and the plot seemed vague and I needed to work hard on it. The more I think, the more I find weak points in this fanfiction. :/ The story is complicated to be honest. Anyway, I hope it comes out good and does not have any weak points that I missed.

Author's note III: English isn't my first language. Feel free to correct me.

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‘Everything you've ever done, you've only ever done for yourself.’

‘Self-sacrifice, belief.’

‘No. You will live, John Constantine. You will live. So you will have… the chance to prove… that your soul truly belongs in hell.’

‘You’re fucked.’

…

Your fingers are dipped into the vessel of Holy Water near the entrance before tracing the sign of the cross, from your forehead, chest, left shoulder and right shoulder. Speak in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.

‘I have arrived with purity inside my heart, my body, and my soul. With respect to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit,’ you recalled.

The crisp sound of your shoes clicking on the marble floor of the Catholic church which can be heard echoing through the silence of the atmosphere, the sun can barely reach into the hallway except for the dim lights from the yellow chandeliers. In front of you is a huge religious painting with frescoes, reflecting the shadows of the candlelight, waving all over the painting, including the statues of Jesus and Mother of God that were placed above the altar.

…

The folded hands of you are holding under your chin, reminding you of the respect you have while confessing your sins in the confessional. The darkness is filled inside this wooden box, there is only the yellow light from the other side of the room. The yellow shadow from the other room reaches into your face, reflecting many tiny details of the confessional grille. One obvious thing is that your breath can be heard easily here since it's wholly silent.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been two weeks since my last confession…” Conflicts and grudges, mixed together with misunderstandings are expressed on your face. Your eyes stare at your folded hands before glancing up to the confessional grille. Your breath seems louder and clearer when no one is speaking. You came here to confess your love so called your, sin for him fourteen times in the past two months.

The gap between your confession and his answer is rather too long, you hardly hear anything behind the confessional grille, not even the sound of breath. So, you decided to continue. “There is something wrong with me, Father… Something damned.” There is pressure behind your beautiful eyes, as if you're holding your tears or perhaps carrying your painful heart. The air was sharply inhaled by your nostrils, to contain all of the feelings which are fighting back against one another inside your mind. Why is it difficult to speak when you have done this for fourteen times, it seems to be harder to speak each time you come to confess. Maybe because of his fourteen-time denial of your desire.

“Why does my heart still yearn for him day in and day out while he fully becomes a priest, a servant of God?” Your voice is raspy and somewhat whispery. Even though using the ‘him’ pronoun means indirectly speaking to him, he is able to guess who you are talking about anyway, by your similar voice at least. You have blamed yourself for missing him, for not stopping coming here to confess. You shouldn't have come, but it is not easy at all to just ignore his presence or to forget him in two months after five years of being his lover.

You swallow your saliva before asking for his guidance. “What is wrong with me? Tell me, Father. So maybe I can figure it out. I don't want to end up like this for eternity, it hurts…” You pretend as if you don't know the answer, as if you haven't asked the same question over and over. As if this is the first time you confess your sin to him. And the answer is always the same, it is because of the love that you have always had for him, and you know damn well about it.

An old, similar voice of an old man speaks through the confessional grille. “Father John isn't here, my child.” Your eyes widened; you didn't expect to meet Father David, one of your closest priests in this church. However, you aren't scared or shocked, either. Father David is comparable to your real father; you trust him with your whole heart.

“He knows you will come at this time every Monday and Friday.” This is not the first time he has heard about the relationship between you and John. However, it's my first time hearing about your confession or inwardness. He always knows that you always come to confess your sin to John, but he had no clue what sin it was. Father David even knows about how and why John became a priest in the first place, but since John requested Father David not say anything, he hasn't mentioned it with you.

Genuinely, this is quite an embarrassing moment when Father Davin hears all your confessions. However, at least that makes you realize that John is aware of your presence from time to time; he knows you will come every Monday and Friday. Yet he doesn't wish to meet you. He disappeared before you even came. Perhaps he has had enough of your confession. “Father–” Before you can say anything further, he interrupts.

“Try, my child. Try. You must not let your love betray the rules of God.” This might be the real guidance for you—the real guidance that is difficult to understand and accept. You did try; you did try everything you could, but that doesn't work; it doesn't help at all. To let go of him to the hand of God, you should be pleased with him, but it betrays your heart as well.

Your face crunches up and your jaw tenses up before muttering. “Oh, rules…” Say in an irritated tone. You know well what rules he is mentioning here, the rules of priests for not having lovers, marriages, and sexual relations. So-called breaking off from any kind of romantic relationship because this is the core of the priesthood’s role as pure servants who dedicate themselves to serving God.

Your sharp eyes, which are mixed with hope, aim through the confessional grille. “Father. David,” There must be a better resolution to this, a better way to overcome this pain and dilemma. Why everything seems to rely on you alone, why you're the only one who has to deal with this grief when all of these situations happen because of his own choice. You unintentionally blame John for a second for letting this happen to you.

“I can only provide this guidance to you, my child. The point is your heart.” He said it with a hopeful tone in his voice, hoping to help you figure out the situation.

‘My heart? What is wrong with it? What's wrong to love someone or what's wrong to not be able to let go of this love feeling? My heart isn't wrong at all. Why?’ Your betrayal thought slowly consuming you inside. Your head recalls the statement you said earlier when you entered the church. You come here with purity and respect for the people of the church and the Lord.

“My child. Listen.” Your face turns up as your ears listen attentively. “God has a plan for us all.” After Father David gave you the last sentence, he left you alone with thoughts in the confessional. The darkness slowly creeps into the box when the other side of the wicket door shuts. Your hands are released before they are placed down on your lap while your eyes give a blank stare to the confessional grille.

‘God’s a kid with an ant farm, y/n. He’s not planning anything.’ Once John said this when you were having a simple dinner at a street vendor. He always has his rebellious attitude against the higher power. However, you agree with him this time because if God has a plan for us which means everything happens for a reason. Then, what's the reason for this difficult circumstance? To be downhearted? To be depressed? Is this his plan? Why? Perhaps, you got a rebellious attitude from him as well.

God doesn't have any plans for us all, he’s not planning anything. Your hand grabs the handle of your bag, ready to leave with an ungrateful thought. This isn't you at all, you think. This kind of attitude has never happened before, and you despise it as well. You turn your whole body around before the other side of the room’s door cracks open again, you stop suddenly. The movement of someone entering the confessional box makes you have hope. Hope it is John. The yellow light reaches through the grille immediately when the wicket door is opened. The bag in your hand is placed aside before you sit down once again, whereas both of your hands are placed on the confessional grille. “John?” Sometimes you don't call out his name with the word 'Father', which doesn't mean you don't respect him. On the other hand, you just cannot accept his role, his role which makes you feel far away from him. As if he is above you, close to Lord, meanwhile you're a regular human who lives on this earth, just to survive another sad day of your stupid life.

There is no one answering your call at all, and that moment, you're positively sure that it is John. If this is another priest, he must say something.  “I've missed you…” You said with your wobbling lips while your breath seems to be shaking. Your eyes look through the many tiny holes of the confessional grille, determining who it might be.

John is already there for the whole time, behind the confessional box, listening to your confession for the fifteenth time in the past two months. “You shouldn't have come.” His voice is different from usual, you barely recognize this tone of his. Your heart sinks to the bottom when he finally answers, the answer that you don't wish to hear much. You know you shouldn't have come. Why? Why does it look so easy for him to ignore your existence, to ask you to not come again. Why? Hasn’t he thought of you sometimes when he is alone? The question you wish to ask, but you don't have enough courage. The question that you wish he would answer the same as you, the apartment that you used to live with him seems more lonely and less vivid, the bed that used to look so small when he was around, the bathtub seems bigger when you are in it alone. You wish he would think the same or at least, when he prays, does he think of you or say your name in his prayers sometimes?

Your hands slowly trace down to the edge of the grille while your gaze moves to your hands as well, trying to speak without a shaky voice, which seems quite difficult right now. “I know. I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have confessed and I shouldn't haven't missed–” 

He interrupts abruptly. “Please [stop].” His sudden speaking catches you unawares. Your eyebrows frown as your eyes looks up to the grille, recalling what he said earlier. You didn't hear it wrong; he needs you to stop. Obviously, he doesn't want to hear it anymore. As if your heart is torn by his words into pieces right in front of him, pieces that you are sure will take much longer to put together. Even though, it already does.

“John… Why does it seem so easy for you to ignore my existence?” You ask because you are curious. Is it easy to ignore your whole existence? Is it easy for him to live his life without you? Is it easy for him to leave everything behind, even you, to the hand of God? Is it true? Meanwhile, every breath you take is difficult without him.

His soft sigh can be heard from the other room. “Please don't [ask me that].” How could you ask such a thing, it's not appropriate at all. This is not the kind of questions you are supposed to ask priests, and you know that well, but your obedient heart still made you ask it anyway.

“I’m sorry. I just wish you would understand me.” You wish since how hard you have tried; it remains the same. Nothing changes, nothing can make him come back to you. Even yourself still seems to be difficult.

“I do, y/n.” How long haven't you heard him call your name? For months, eight weeks to be exact. For a long period of time, you haven't heard anybody call your name since you have no one left in your life. You grew up alone, you ate alone and, you slept alone before you met him. He used to fulfil your life in a way you didn't think he could. It was much better when he was there with you. Much better than you could imagine.

The tired tone of your voice makes him frown. “You don't. Really…” He is hurting you; he knows. He even asked himself, does he really mean it when he said he understands you. Does his heart mean it? The two completely different feelings conflict inside him. He cannot even say he means it. Then you think, if he truly understands you, he wouldn't ask the question in the first place. For a moment of silence, you speak again. “Oh, please…. John…" Your heart needs him so much that it cannot be put into words. Your love remains the same as it is. He becomes a priest; doesn't seem you feel love him less at all. You certainly need him back, need him back to your embrace, to your love he deserves. You wish you could take him back from the hand of God.

His movement takes your attention, speaking through this grille it is difficult to understand each other’s emotions when you barely see each other. All you can do is guess by the sound of their voice and movements. “I cannot love you anymore. I am a priest.” Two weeks after disappearing to come here and hearing this word from his mouth. A priest, a priest and a priest. Over and over. You despise it inside to be honest. “I wish you would understand me.” He added. Even though he already became a priest, his attitude is still the same. He made you miss the old days when you both playfully argue over little things. You laughed and you cried with happy tears.

At this moment, we are asking for each other's understanding and the fact that you both get nothing back. You don't really understand each other, even though you pretend to. You both know it well, but you cannot easily say it away. As if, you walk from different places and try to meet halfway on your path, but you both never really meet each other. You think you meet, but the truth is, you don't.

“Is it because of him? Is it Lucifer?” You finally mentioned one of the names he dislikes. “What is your reason?” You finally asked what you have always thought. Your firm voice makes him try to look for you behind the grille, but he sees nothing. It is too dark for his vision. “There is no need to become a priest, John…” Your hand is placed on the confessional grille as one side of your face nuzzles to it. You desperately want to hear his answer or at least his movements. “You don't have to.” You ended the sentence sharply before trying to breathe, holding your tears. “Why did you leave me?...” You try hard to find any possible reason you can think of, what and why. You haven't asked him like this before until you have had enough grief. All you can do is wish, wish he will finally explain something to you or change his mind.

It has been three months since the tragic incident, three months for the loss of his apprentice, three months for the scariest moment of him when he thought he would lose you and three months after Lucifer gives his new life which he has never asked for. It's unfair.

‘Everything you've ever done, you've only ever done for yourself.’ Once Gabriel said to him after he explained what he had done to earn his way back into his good graces. Then, that was all she said. He will never forget it. It is all about impossible rules, endless regulations. Who goes up, who goes down and why. This is all bullshit. Why? He didn't go to church enough; he didn't pray enough? They eventually can find any possible and fucked up reason for people who unaware with their own past to goes up to heaven or goes down to hell. Then, what is the true regulation when he finally sacrificed himself for you but they still did nothing to stop Lucifer when he interfered on his way to heaven. In the end, here he is, having his new life which he has never asked after almost having his chance to heaven. This all does make no sense for him. Did heaven have no right to help him at all? At least, it should have power over the devil. Why? Why and why? Many ‘why’ questions have been in his goddamn head for months. Or because he hasn't served him enough? Here, becoming a priest is one of his reasons. He needs to know if he does become a priest, he will be able to get to heaven or not. If the last answer is no, he would rather be a heretic.

‘No. You will live, John Constantine. You will live. So you will have… the chance to prove… that your soul truly belongs in hell.’ One thing about Lucifer is that he loves fucking h; hem up, made him live just to prove him that he is no longer belong to heaven, but hell. No matter how hard the devil tries to convince him, he does not belong to hell anymore. Self-sacrifice is enough to guarantee his entry. Why does he have to continue to live, live without knowing what day Lucifer will appear and drag him to hell again. John has no clue about it. Questions and questions without true answers for what he wishes to hear. All he desperately needs is to go up to his good graces, to end these things, to become as ashes and to finally experience peace in heaven. He needs anything rather than to live since he has experienced the things he never asked to see, listening to their screams every fucking night and seeing them roam around him. It is right that he was unaware back then when he was a teenager, he did the wrong thing. A gift Gabriel called it, is not a true gift to him. He lives with it day by day just to use it as his tool to earn his way back. Finally, he did. Then, Lucifer came and took that from him in a second. He has listened to these bullshit lies all of his life, long enough to leave everything behind and even you. He hopelessly needs to go to heaven. This is all a loop, so called a trap until one day he decides to give up.

John changed his path, becoming a priest was the first thought that came into his head. Being a priest would be an expensive ticket for him to earn his way back this time. To help people, to pray, to listen to their confessions, and then to guide a right path for them. He still works as an exorcist, the difference is he is in a priestly form, serving under the church. In order to help people who need his help under the name of this church, to guarantee that he is no longer performing exorcism for himself alone. To finally prove to Lucifer since he hasn't stopped messing up with him. Hell is no longer in his soul; he needs to tip the scales of good and versus bad more decisively in favor of his unaware behavior in the past.

For the whole three minutes, John remains silent. “Say something…” You said as your face still nuzzled on the grille, carefully listening to his answer. John gets back to reality when he hears your beautiful voice.

One minute passed, and he still remains nothing. Why? Doesn't he wish to talk anymore? Your eyebrows frown as your throat starts to become dryer, you barely have energy to speak when the other person goes silent. “John… please…” your voice is so soft as if you're whispering, the fact is you just almost died right there when he remains silent because you cannot know what he is thinking or what he is feeling since the grille blocks between you and him. Just like how religion obstructs you both.

“You wouldn't understand.” His sharp voice cut through your heart. Is that all? All the silence he made earlier; makes you wait just to hear this? This is not the answer you need at all.

“You haven't explained anything, why would I understand?” Your last two words are quite as if you're ready to cry. Maybe, you're. You miss him, but at some point, you hate him for not explaining anything and just leave. Leave without any excuses. He has never told you why.

Perhaps to let it be like this is better than knowing the truth. When he said that, you wouldn't understand what he truly meant. You will find any possible reason to make him come back but that is not how it works; there is nothing to guarantee him since heaven cannot do anything to Lucifer when he has the chance. If it were easy, like you said, he wouldn't become a priest in the first place. He hopelessly needs to go to heaven. “Please, don't come again... I beg you. At least, do it for me.” He doesn't know why he said that, but he finally did. Not seeing each other would be the cure for the pain—to forgive, to forget, and to let go. Frankly, every confession you have made and every word you have ever asked him to go back, he doesn't want to listen to them anymore because it is hard for him to sit there and remain silent or reject you. You have no clue how much he wants to go back, to love you, to kiss you; you have no idea about that, and the worst thing is, you have no clue how hard he tries to ignore your whole existence on this earth. He wants to do those things, but he knows that no matter how much you try, his heart still can't. All his heart needs now are to finally go up to heaven. His life comes with the gift, which he hatefully lives with until death takes him away. He doesn't want to see or hear those creatures anymore. He is so desperate, and he wants to go.

Meanwhile, all the real reasons that have been on his mind, you will never know. The true reason for him becoming a priest is that he will never tell you, and you know damn well that his existence will haunt you forever because you realize he is still alive in this world, but he can't love you, and you can't live with him.

Your lip turns red since you bite it, just to make you feel something more than numbness. Tears slowly pour down your cheeks as your brain keeps repeating his words without your permission. ‘At least for me.’ Why? Isn't it enough? Isn't it enough to let go of him to the hand of the Lord? To let him dress as a priest, sitting back there behind this tiny grille, just to let him serve God or to let him not be able to love you. You do everything for him, and he still asks you not to come, at least for him? How could he say that? you think. Has he never known how much you sacrifice yourself for him or how much you try? You think this is ridiculous; you have always thought that only heaven can take his love from you, and it seems to be true now. While you're losing your mind, the door from the other side is opened. Your eyes switch in the direction; all you see is that his black shadow fades away unhurriedly with the echoing sound of his clerical shoes hitting the ground. They sound far away with every step he takes. He doesn't even wait for your answer.

“Come back… come back to me…” Your voice is light which you can barely hear yourself. You don't understand why you cannot say it out loud. Perhaps, there are too many things you wish to say and you cannot just put them all in at once, you hesitate with all of them and you end up only saying that. He is finally out of your sight, leaving you here all alone with your unforgiving thoughts, while your chest physically feels painful. So, this is how it is like when you hurt so much? You haven't believed that heartbreak can cause physical pain in your chest until now. You clench your hand into a fist before pounding it against your chest, trying to make it stop hurting you. Your cheeks are now full of tears, you eventually can't hold back anymore. Crying and sobbing echoing inside the confessional. You cannot hear anything except your own heartbeat, beating fast in your ears. As if your heart is ready to explode. All you do is try to calm yourself down and think, you feel betrayed by your heart because your heart will do it again for him. At least, for the last time. You hate yourself so much because you do everything but you get nothing in return.

You used to pray and pray. You prayed to God to bring him to you, to make him come back to you, and to help him change his mind. ‘Why Lord? Why do I eventually get nothing at all? Why don't you make him come back to me… I pray but I get nothing back Why?

For a moment of thinking and weeping, you uncontrollably let your rebellious thoughts win. This must be the most rebellious thing you've ever done, you think, as the cross necklace you always wear since he gave it to you in order to prevent unpredictable harm is now taken off by your hands. In this moment, you let your rebellious thoughts consume you deeply. You believe that the divine God and heaven are one of the reasons why he is taken away from you. After these things happened, you might say you lost the faith in God. You pray or do everything you can, and nothing is given to you. You get nothing at all. You are a religious person until the moment you place the cross necklace down on the edge of the confessional grille, and you leave forever.

END

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[queenlucythevaliant]

So uh. You guys know I love The Last Battle. But more and more I'm becoming convinced that there's at least as much Ragnarok in there as Revelation. Quite possibly more, if we're going by page count. In the Bible, we're given a picture of God's sovereignty; in Ragnarok, we get pure Northern fatalism. The Last Battle has both, but until the last couple of chapters it's definitely skewed towards the latter.

Main case in point: the literal battle. We don't really get a last, hopeless battle to fight in the Bible. We're faithful witnesses, martyrs, and eventually victors alongside Jesus, but at no point in Scripture do God's people have to (get to?) grab our swords and die in desperate battle with the Enemy. The picture Scripture gives us is a little bit anticlimactic, actually.

Ragnarok, on the other hand, is this tragic losing battle where all the gods die, but get to take their enemy out with them. The world ends in this great, hopeless clash and the cycle starts again. It's tragic and mournful it's intensely narratively satisfying. It's clearly the stronger influence on the climax of Lewis's The Last Battle.

That's not necessarily a bad thing, mind you. I love the hopeless, elegiac quality that The Last Battle derives from its Northern influences. However, one of the things that really sets the Narnia books apart from most other children's fantasy is the fact that the kids' agency is usually subordinated to Aslan's power. The Pevensies don't save the day in LWW, for example, despite being the subjects of an ancient prophecy; they mostly sit back and let Aslan do his thing.

As such, I can't help but wonder what a version of The Last Battle without a last battle would look like. What if our heroes never got to pick up their swords and go down fighting? I don't think it would be a better story necessarily (Jack is on record saying that if you're looking for a religion with a really compelling story, you can do a lot better than Christianity - and then proceeds to cite the Norse mythos as an example). However, I'm still quite curious what it would look like. Food for thought.

[anxiteyandsleep]

I'm so sorry if I made you flustered about the smut question- didn't mean to! 🫢🫣😆

Okay so I'm gonna try and request this: 🙏

Could I please request Thranduil x Male reader who's this tall and buffed tiefling (big horns, long strong tail) who looks scary asf but is actually a total sweetheart? He only looks intimidating bc he's always wearing his armor, covers his face with a cloth/a mask, has dark makeup around his eyes and basically looks like a fricking demon?

He wears a cloth/a mask around his mouth bc he has a big open scar on his cheek (naaah nothing too graphic he just can do this trick with food where when you're facing his healthy side he sticks a carrot into the opening (scar) on the other side and chews without even opening his lips- totally normal- he did it in front of Legolas once and that poor child didn't sleep for a week). He's not ashamed of it, he just doesn't like the stares.

Even tho I'm as old as the first LOTR movie I only just now became a fan and I saw that Thranduil has an injury on his face as well (but hidden) so that got me thinking...

Maybe reader and Thranduil are a couple (reader was treated badly for being a barbarian tiefling -> not by Thranduil <- but proved himself when he saved him) and he then made reader his personal guard, became friends and then lovers.

Thranduil is curious about reader hiding his face but never pushes him to uncover himself (Like why are you hidding yourself from me hmm? Why don't you kiss me? Your other facial features are gorgeous asf, for a tiefling barbarian who rips goblins in half with his bare hands you could even compete with some elves I know-).

One day Thranduil has some issues with his own injury which reader sees and comes to his aid, Thranduil is embarrassed and nearly breaks down, tears fill his eyes bc his love saw his hideous face and is afraid he will leave him (god I'm so bad at romance bro) but reader just chuckles, takes the cloth/mask from his face and shows Thranduil his own injury.

Now they both have scars! They know each other struggles! And they love each other like never before! Happy ending- No but really, angst with fluffy comfort for our two boys and mainly for the elf himself, he needs the love.

Maybe even emotional way back to their shared bedroom by sunset all lovely dovely bc why dafuq not- just Thranduil giggling kicking his feet and twirling his hair as he's princess carried-

Jesus...I got way too into this. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Sorry for it being so long, I honestly don't know how to write short requests...also sorry for any mistakes, english is my second language.

Add something, remove something, it's up to you. You don't even have to write it if you hate it or you're not comfy with it. 😘😘

This is adorable ahhh and dw you didn't make me embarrassed or anything! I may have missed some details, this was written over the course of multiple days with very little sleep😭

I included my head canon that Thranduil is blind in his one eye from the dragon fire, as well as that when low on energy he can't keep the disguise up.

Slight TW for blood, scars and such???

It has been almost a year since you and Thranduil had started dating, you were his personal guard and beloved boyfriend, he adored you so much. He never knew why you hid your face but he didn't pry, especially considering he hides his face in a way too.

Thranduil had always been impressed by you, a strong tiefling with a kind soul, much like a gentle giant. Sure you were rather... Gruesome in battle, using your bare hands to fight and always returning covered in blood and gore. It was truly terrifying but Thranduil loved it, especially after you had saved him from a spider attack.

Today, however, Thranduil was hiding away from his beloved barbarian, tucked away in his room with nothing but a small candle dimly lighting the room. He had overworked himself again, his head was aching and he had no energy left to maintain his disguise, the burnt skin and muscle visible, a sight he despised.

When you heard that Thranduil was taking the day off and locked himself in his room, you grew worried. He's never done that before, usually on his days off he spends them with you, taking a walk through the garden or getting some much needed sleep. So of course you immediately went to check on him, making your way to your shared bedroom.

"Thranduil? Are you alright? I heard the guards say you weren't feeling well and I-" you fell silent as you entered the bedroom, squinting as you adjusted to the dim light but you knew exactly what you saw. You never knew Thranduil had such a scar, it covered the left half of his face and his eye was completely white.

Thranduil had to turn his head completely to actually see you, quickly attempting to cover up the scar but alas, he couldn't manage to use his magic in such a state. He never wanted you to see this side or him, he wanted to keep this horrid scar hidden from you.

"(Name)... What... What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on patrol?" He managed to get out, clearing his throat and doing his best to speak in his usual tone but his voice still sounded shaky. Perhaps if he didn't bring attention to the scar, you would just ignore it as well

"I just got back, my love..." You replied, slowly walking closer to Thranduil, head tilted slightly in curiosity as you examined the scar. When you reached the edge of the bed, you knelt down before him, resting your chin on his legs. "is that from the dragon you faced?"

Thranduil sighed softly, closing his eyes as he couldn't bare to look at you, afraid he'd see disgust in your eyes. "yes...I managed to survive but..." He vaguely gestured to the scar, shaking his head slightly. Thranduil finally opened his eyes again when he felt your strong hands holding his, the touch was so gentle and caring, he just had to see you.

The way you were looking at him surprised him, your eyes were full so of love and admiration, it made his heart swell.

"We kinda match" you hum in a soft whisper, reaching up to remove the mask you always wore and revealing your own scar. You weren't ashamed of it, you mostly hid it for everyone's comfort as the sight of your open cheek often made people uneasy and you hated the looks they'd give you.

it was now Thranduil's turn to stare in awe, one of his delicate hands reaching up to gently trace around the scar, his fingers soft and gentle as always. "hm I suppose we do, my love" he replied softly his hand trailing up to gently trace over your horns, following the pattern and ridges of them.

"forgive me for keeping this from you... I... I do not like people seeing me in such a state but I should've told you" Thranduil apologized, moving his hands back to gently cup your face, being careful to not disturb the scar

You couldn't help but chuckle a little, leaning into his touch while your tail wagged slightly. "there's no need to apologize, I kept a secret from you too"

Thranduil felt as if a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders, the stress slowly melting away as he held you in his hands. "Well now that we both have told the truth, how about we rest?" He whispered sweetly, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss, one you eagerly returned.

Without breaking the kiss, you got off your knees, cradling the back of Thranduils neck with one of your hands. You kicked off your boots, accidentally sending one flying across the room but you didn't care. "a nap sounds good, yeah" you muttered against his lips as you carefully push him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him to continue the kiss.

Thranduil couldn't help but chuckle, pulling back from your lips just enough to talk. "My love, this is not napping ~" he didn't really mind as you continued to pamper him with kisses, his delicate hands reaching up to gently tangle themselves in your hair.

"mm we'll nap after, then"

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics with no smut as requested in an ask that got lost somehow I'm so sorry! If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

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🩵 An Amazing Race Around the World (And to my Heart) by Thingssicant / @slowlyseducedbycurls

(E, 89k, enemies to lovers) Or an Amazing race Hate to Lovers au

🩵 Into the Weeds by kair0sclerosis / @night-is-a-feeling

(M, 87k, character study) With the help of the captivating bartender, Louis, who he can’t seem to stop daydreaming about, and his enchanting group of friends; Harry remembers what it is to be alive. This is a story about small-town secrets, found family, queer identities, and the battle between fight and flight.

🩵 Let Our Hearts Collide by @crinkle-eyed-boo

(M, 76k, While You Were Sleeping au) When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he's always longed for...and a love he never saw coming.

🩵 another dream but always you by you_explode / @nobodymoves

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🩵 Forget the Silent Nights by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 44k, roommates) Either way, the last Christmas with the seven of them in that broken old house on Redwood all together was probably one of the most memorable holidays each of them had, what with the wedding and the the snowstorm and the raccoons in their attic...And the baby they stole, of course.

🩵 Too Young To Know by @2tiedships2

(M, 35k, omegaverse) the one where Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.

🩵 All Out of Love by SunTomato / @sun-tomato

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(T, 11k, exes) Louis broke up with him in their New York apartment, so Harry left the city for good. Except now he’s back, visiting with his new boyfriend.

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🩵 Girl Crush by Hopeless_blue

(T, 7k, strangers to lovers) He used to be so close to fulfilling his dreams when he participated in X-Factor. But that was four years ago, and now, on a rainy day, he wanders the streets looking for a pub where he could sing sometimes. Charming bartender Louis is ready to give him a shot...

🩵 Why Don’t We Start Writing The Story Of Us by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

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🩵 Missed Connection by @kingsofeverything

(M, 3k, humor) Harry is absolutely clueless when it comes to figuring out if other guys are into him, so he enlists his friend Niall to assist. That may or may not be a mistake.

🩵 You & Me by @allwaswell16

(G, 3k, uni) Louis hasn't had much luck in love, so he decides to finally meet this boy his mother thinks is his match. As fate would have it, he encounters an intriguing stranger to confide in before he meets with destiny.

🩵 All The Way Home I'll Be Warm by @justanothershadeofblue

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🩵 skinny dip (in water under the bridge) by hazzahtomlinson / @itsnotreal

(G, 880 words, exes) It’s a Wednesday and nostalgia might just get the best of Louis.

- Rare Pairs -

🩵 I Go Down Blazing, Feeling Like I'm Going Crazy (series) by @lululawrence

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🩵 Blind Date by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

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