#Lds

[obsessingoverl]

General authorities during general conference

[sixtyninthplanet]

I see no difference.

[romorfia]

Rawr

[mandalhoerian]

caleb x reader, slight zayne x reader, but they're kids y'know, childhood fluff, 1k, ao3

Zayne always had his nose buried in something. A book, a notepad, sometimes just his own thoughts, but no matter what, it was never you.

And it wasn’t like you weren’t trying.

You kicked your legs where you sat on the porch steps, chewing absently on the end of your straw as you slurped the last of your juice box. Zayne sat a few feet away, cross-legged in the grass, flipping through a thick, medical textbook like it was the most interesting thing in the world. You watched him shamelessly, eyes narrowed in childish determination.

He was so serious, all the time. Always with his books, always thinking. You didn’t know what went on in that head of his, but you wanted to.

You sucked the last of your juice, the hollow slurp breaking the quiet. Then, an idea struck you. With the confidence of a master strategist, you crumpled the empty juice box in your hand, weighing it like a projectile before launching it straight at Zayne.

It landed on his lap with a soft thmp.

Zayne exhaled — not quite a sigh, but close. Without missing a beat, he peeled the juice box off his book, set it neatly beside him, and resumed reading, all without looking up.

You pouted. That wasn’t the reaction you wanted.

Caleb, sprawled lazily a few steps behind you, snorted.

"Why are you bugging him?" Caleb asked, spinning a small rubber ball in his hands, his fingers idly rolling it back and forth, the four-to-four grid tic-tac-toe game chalked on the steps between you pitifully abandoned. 

"I’m not bugging him," you huffed, chin lifting defiantly. "I’m helping him take a break."

Caleb hummed, skeptical but amused. "Mmhm. Sure you are."

Zayne, for his part, still hadn’t said a word.

You scooted closer to him, resting your elbows on your knees and palms cradling your chin. "Zayne," you said, expectantly.

No answer.

You leaned in closer. "Zaaaaaaayne."

His brow twitched slightly. That was progress.

"You should be my best friend," you declared.

This time, Zayne did sigh. A quiet, resigned thing, like he knew there was no getting out of this. "I don’t need one."

You gasped, deeply offended. "Of course you do! Everybody needs a best friend!"

"I have Caleb," Zayne pointed out, finally glancing at you.

"But Caleb’s my best friend," you argued, glaring accusingly.

Caleb blinked at you. "Wait, what? Since when?"

"Since forever," you said, like it was obvious. "Right?"

Caleb’s lips quirked at the corners. You didn’t even notice that he never actually answered.

Zayne turned a page in his book. "You should find someone else."

"But I want you," you whined, dragging the words out like a plea. "You’re so smart and serious and cool—"

"Okay," Caleb cut in, leaning forward to rest his chin in his palm, his smile was tense. "You’re getting greedy now. Aren’t I enough?"

You shot him a glare, cheeks burning. "I’m not!"

Zayne didn’t even acknowledge you anymore. Conversation over.

You puffed your cheeks, frustrated. "Fine. Then I’ll just marry you, instead."

Caleb's toss was off. The rubber slipped through his fingers, bouncing once against the porch before rolling away down the steps. He froze for half a second, watching it escape, before shaking his head with a chuckle as if the miss didn’t bother him at all, and went after it to pick it up.

Zayne stopped turning pages. Slowly, he looked up at you, cringing. Then he said, as flatly as humanly possible: "You’re eight."

You huffed. "Not forever."

He just blinked at you, then returned to his book without another word.

Defeated, you fell forwards into the grass with an overdramatic groan.

"Ughhh, he’s impossible."

"Yep," Caleb agreed far too quickly, crouching by your side.

You turned to him, suspicious. "What’s so funny?"

"Nothing. You’re just ugly when you’re sulking."

You pouted at him, plucking at the blades of grass beneath you, tearing them into tiny pieces before tossing them at his direction.

Caleb just watched you, dodging your attacks.

The next morning, when he and his family were over to visit and he hid away predictably in the garden, you tried again. You sat next to Zayne on the steps, stubbornly silent this time. You figured maybe if you were quiet like him, he’d take you seriously.

He didn’t.

He didn’t even blink at your presence. You sat up straighter, puffed out your chest, trying to radiate the same composed, unbothered air that he did. It was exhausting. You were bored out of your mind in no time.

Caleb, however, noticed right away. He plopped down next to you, poking your cheek. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

You crossed your arms, huffing. "I’m being cool."

Caleb laughed, soft and warm. "You’re ridiculous," he murmured, before reaching out to ruffle your hair. His touch was easy, familiar, and it immediately melted away your frustration.

"Stop bothering him," he said. "Zayne has to study hard, unlike you."

You ignored Caleb. You were cool like that.

He simply stood, stretching lazily before tossing the ball into the air once more. "C’mon," he said, catching it effortlessly. "Let’s do something cooler. Wanna help me with an experiment?"

You blinked up at him, momentarily distracted from your failure. "What kind of experiment?"

Caleb grinned, the kind of grin that meant trouble. "Gravity stuff. But I need an assistant."

Your eyes narrowed, intrigued despite yourself. "What do I have to do?"

"Just hold onto something heavy and see what happens." He tossed his ball up again, only this time, it didn’t come back down right away. It hovered midair, rotating lazily, untouched by his hand. He let it stay there, waiting, watching your face light up with realization.

"You’re gonna do that to me?!" you gasped, excitement overtaking any lingering frustration.

"Maybe. Maybe not." His eyes gleamed with mischief. "Depends if you’re brave enough."

Zayne still hadn’t looked up. He was already forgotten.

"I’m brave!" you shot back immediately, scrambling to your feet, jumping up and down. "Do it!"

Caleb’s laugh was bright and victorious as he stretched out his hand. "Then come here. Let’s see if you can fly."

[myntrose]

S|CREAMING

INFOLDD WHAT IS THISSS

WHY AFTER CALEBS RELEASE INDONT HAVE ENOUGH GEMS

tomorrow’s catch-22

don’t say it, don’t say it—

this is so cxnty, the babies are absolutely WILDING out here. （⊙ｏ⊙）

happy valentine’s day to us indeed.

[sugarphoric]

HISSSSS EFFING OMFG HIS SMIRK STOPPPORKEOWOWIFKKF REEOWWWW IM IN HEAT PLEASE

[heathersdesk]

Another one from the husband has arrived

[unintentionalseductress]

closing on the 14th! Come and join the fun.

Valentine's Day Event

Hope everyone is having a good start to 2025! To kick off the year, I've put together a Valentine's Day event!

Similar to the Secret Santa event this is a fic exchange, but with a little twist! How do you feel about playing matchmaker to another writer?

Keep reading for details and how to enter. The timeline and deadlines are a little longer for this one, as I'll explain below.

Fic List

Info:

The premise of the event is that the reader is being set up on a blind date.

When submitting an ask to join, please include a description for the reader (can describe yourself if that's your vibe) as well as which fandom you want. It can be as detailed as you like (will include more details below).

The twist is that you cannot ask for a specific character! That is up to the writer you're paired with! Ta da! Blind date!

The fic entries should be around 500 words minimum, no upper cap.

Each person participating will be writing one fic, but it will be for another person.

People entering must be willing to write. You can't ask for a fic if you don't want to write one in return.

All genres are welcome, does not have to include smut if you don't want to.

Fandoms - Jujutsu Kaisen and Love and Deepspace

How to enter/Deadlines:

Inbox or DM me saying you want to participate with a brief description of your reader plus the fandom and tone of the fic. For example: "Hi Ray! I want to be part of the Valentine's Day collab. My reader is mid thirties, has short blonde hair, wears glasses and has a chubby body. She's very feminine and likes listening to rock music and enjoys watching Studio Ghibli. Smut encouraged. JJK fandom." OR "Hey Ray! Sign me up for the Valentine's Day event! My reader has curly hair and is a POC with brown eyes and deeply enjoys watching nature documentaries and owns a cat! No smut, but maybe some light kissing and cuddling. LADS fandom." Add whatever descriptions you want for your reader.

Once you inbox or DM I'll update a list with your description.

The last date to ask to join is February 14th, aka Valentine's Day. This is because I need a final head count for participants to assign a matchmaker to each person.

Once this deadline is reached, I'll run all the participants through a random generator which will match up who gets who. I'll be matching up participants based on the fandoms asked.

I will tag each matchmaker under the person they're paired with on the fic list. Writers will then draft a fic with the character of their choosing on a blind date. Just make sure it's within the same fandom that was asked. No need for secrecy for this event, but please don't spoil the fun and ask your matchmaker to write a specific character.

When posting your fic, use the hashtags "ncs valentines day" and "blind date matchmaking" and tag me as well as the person you wrote the fic for.

The deadline for the fic to be published is March 14th (White Day, in case ya'll didn't know!)

If you are unable to partcipate, please let me know immediately so that I can update the list because I don't want someone to not get a fic.

Good luck with your blind dates!

dividers by @cafekitsune, banner by me

[amazinglyashy]

Sylus is for the ones who want security

Sylus is for the ones whose feet always seem to find the cracks in the pavement, who always seem to stumble over themselves as they try desperately to make something- a name for themselves, a conversation, a new relationship, a stronger existing one, anything- only to fail again and again.

Sylus is for the ones who find themselves holding up their hands as they watch them shake. Why you? Why was everything always on you? Why did you always have to make the effort, the connection, the fake-happy face to appease someone, just so that they might love you?

Sylus is for the ones who truly try, but have longed since reached the breaking point. Don't worry darling. Hide the cracks. If they're hidden, you surely can handle a little bit more disappointment. A little bit more 'being alone' no matter how hard you try. A little bit more on focusing on everyone else's needs while neglecting your own. Why are you breaking? Why are your pieces on the floor? Chin up, darling. It's only for a while longer. How much longer? Well, how much more do you have left to give?

Sylus is for the ones who sit wondering why. Why is there suddenly the foreign feeling of care, of love, of endearment? When everything has been 'nothing' for so long, how are you supposed to cope with 'anything' at all? Much less 'everything'? The stack of bills are paid, the cupboards no longer have ramen, rice, and beans. The texts come frequently, and your phone rings randomly whenever you cross someone's mind. When have you ever crossed someone's mind? And the clothes bought for you fit like a glove.

Sylus is for the ones who have given everything all of their life, who have found themselves desperate for connections that no one wants to make with them, who give their everything in exchange for more anxiety and demands at their expense.

Sylus is for the ones who want security.

[rennebright]

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[shanks]

LDS

[emotionalsupportboy]

SIR I'M ON MY KNEES

Rafayel,,, baby I'm so sorry I still love you

[gay-mormon-wizard]

I am a TRADITIONAL MORMON and I follow TRADITIONAL MORMON VALUES

I am a COMMUNIST

I believe in PRISON ABOLITION

when I see someone being HOMOSEXUAL or TRANSSEXUAL, I mind my OWN DAMN BUSINESS

I support ROBUST URBAN PLANNING

I think all young women should learn INTEGRATED PEST CONTROL

I like my women how I like my men: VOTING IN EVERY ELECTION and BECOMING DOCTORS

I believe people are INHERENTLY GOOD and need to be ENCOURAGED WITH COMPASSION, not CONTROLLED WITH AUTHORITARIANISM

I think HANDCARTS are the BEST WAY TO TRAVEL

I practice WITCHCRAFT, MAGIC, DIVINATION, and ASTROLOGY

FOLLOW MY BLOG FOR MORE TRADITIONAL MORMON BELIEFS

[lawoffgirls]

Because I have not yet reached the void state

I see that this is one of the most common "problems" for some people, and seeing my journey so far, I realized that the difficulty that many people have so far in their journeys is "FEAR", that's right, fear, which is even more present in people who want to change their lives completely. These people are afraid of not being able to, afraid of getting frustrated, afraid of the law and the void not being real and of not being able to achieve the life of their dreams so desired, and even afraid of not being worthy or that things will not go as planned.

What is common to happen, after all you still have your human version, anxiety is present in fear, and fear is present in anxiety, so if you cannot reach the void state because of your anxiety, find your fear behind it, and then calm yourself, you can do this while inducing the void state with the distraction method of @luckykiwiii101 well here, and then adapt, first relax and instead of distracting yourself with scenarios find the source of your fear, and your anxiety, and with that relax yourself, calm yourself and then you will reach your state of pure consciousness, your state of absolute God.

[hiseyeisonthesparrow]

[through gritted teeth, with fists clenched]

When upon life's billows you are tempest-tossed, when you are discouraged, thinking all is lost, COUNT YOUR MANY BLESSINGS, NAME THEM ONE BY ONE, AND IT WILL SURPRISE YOU WHAT THE LORD HAS DONE-