#The Day of Atonement

[abasilence-ministries]

Christians and YOM KIPPUR 2023 (5784) - The Day of Atonement

I am a believer and follower of King Jesus Christ who is learning to celebrate the Appointed Times of the Lord. How? Why? When? For starters it's today 9/24/2023 at 6p through the next 24 hours. As for the rest, allow me to share what I've learned...

TONIGHT is the night ,YAY!!! All year I have looked forward to this date.I actually have been thinking about and excited about this date since Spring (Nisan, 2023) Tonight at 6pm is the 10th of Tishri Tonight is Yom Kippur September 24-25, 2023 Tonight is the night of our appointment before the Lord. It’s what I, and many, call our annual doctor’s appointment. It’s the night that Father…

[caramelc0rgi]

I miss twinkavoy so much I think about him daily

[90dookie]

James McAvoy at the BAFTA Film Awards 2025 ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

[batcavescolony]

To like comics is to ignore comics.

When your favorite character has existed for 80+ years, has had 100s of writers, has changed over and over again, sometimes they got it wrong. You have to decide what to ignore for your own sanity.

[wistfulwatcher]

2.05 The Aftermath | 5.01 Nameless, Faceless

[slaygentford]

nothing is ever going to hit for me like the two years of listening to people go oh well when we get lestat's story! when we get lestat's side of the story! THEN we'll know the truth! about who abused who! and then lestat, the only person that people who say that listen to, got right up there and said it was not an accident I broke him because I couldn't own him and I've thought about it every day for a decade and I will be sorry for the rest of my life. this is how I sleep at night knowing that everyone who tried to mutual abuse lestat's way out of this knows that lestat stood up in front of 200 people and admitted to every single thing he did to louis entirely prostrate without asking for forgiveness, that louis did not and never could deserve a single millisecond of what lestat inflicted on him, and that now everybody who valued their little white prince's "perspective" over louis' objective truth has to eat their words forever

[loredrinker]

Shifting Awareness - Lover to Dread Wolf

The Trespasser slide using the name of “Dread Wolf” instead of Solas is a shift of awareness - Inquisitor Lavellan is no longer in the dark about who Solas is.

Throughout Trespasser, the Inquisitor moves through the Crossroads, uncovering hidden truths. If the player discovers all key pieces of information and pays attention, the Inquisitor is able to confront Solas using the title “Dread Wolf.” This narrative structure prepares the player to see Solas as Fen’Harel, with all the implications that name carries.  Where Veilguard drives home the “perception is reality” themes, it started here with Trespasser. How do you see Solas now that you have learned the truth of Fen’Harel?  

And so the use of “Dread Wolf” in the final slide of a romanced Solas/Lavellan confirms this recontextualization. Lavellan understands that the man she loved – Solas - is inseparable from the legend that now defines him. “Solas” is associated with intimacy, shared ideals, affection. But the journey of Trespasser, and the revelations it holds, collapse that perception. It is no longer possible for her to see him only as Solas.  

Her eyes are wide open and have been since Trespasser.

From this point on, her search is not for the man he was with her, but for a way to reach the figure he feels he needs to be. In the post credit scene, the Inquisitor along with others start laying out the plans that lead us to Veilguard.  This is a Lavellan acting in full awareness. This Lavellan who loves Solas does not cling to illusions. She may still love him, but her pursuit is one of intervention, not denial.  

The slide also makes it clear that while it is her lover visiting her in her dreams, she knows it is the Dread Wolf’s heart she needs to change - she has already changed Solas’ heart, he's visiting her in her dreams after all, unable to let his vhenan go fully. What remains is the greater task: to change the Dread Wolf’s.  

Crucially, the language of the slide names him not only as the Dread Wolf, but as her lover. The juxtaposition of these two titles is symbolic. “Lover” evokes the personal, the human, the lived relationship. “Dread Wolf” evokes the mythic, the divine, the dangerous. The combination affirms that Lavellan holds both truths at once. She remembers the man and recognizes the god. Her private experience is converging with historical awareness.  

This symbolic duality and confirmation reappear when Lavellan meets Rook in Veilguard.  

How many of his names do you know? God of Lies, Dread Wolf, Fen'Harel. They're titles he earned from enemies, followers, and fractured history. He and I shared another name. Vhenan. 

Lavellan articulates to Rook the full spectrum of who Solas is - a man with many names, shaped by myth, memory, and propaganda. But she also names the personal. The game is confirming what the final slide of Trespasser already implied - Lavellan holds all these truths at once – her lover and the Dread Wolf. She does not need to rediscover who Solas is. She already knows. In fact, if anything, her clarity has sharpened. 

For this reason, any interpretation suggesting that Lavellan does not understand what she’s facing fails to account for the structure and language of the narrative. The slide is not ambiguous. The shift in naming reflects not only her awareness, but her own transformation. She is no longer a woman mourning a lost lover - she is someone seeking a legend, prepared to intervene. 

And this shift repositions their romance story from personal to mythic. The end of Trespasser sets the stage - a legend in which the hero/heroine pursues a loved figure who has vanished into myth. The dream imagery reinforces this: Solas appearing in the Fade, in her dreams, watching from a distance, fading away when Lavellan reaches for him - because this is how myth behaves - untouchable, elusive. 

And yet, the slide does not end in despair. It ends in action: she searches, dreams, waits. These are verbs of persistence, strategy, and patience - and the game makes this trajectory clear with this intentional language. The quest to “change the Dread Wolf’s heart” becomes the foundation for Veilguard, and for those who chose that path, there is nothing unexpected in how Lavellan is portrayed. She is a consistent extension of what the story has already shown: a woman who sees the myth and the man clearly.

[woolying]

rainbow dash and j makes so much sense i think

gift for @hayleymarriedjakuraii !! hope u enjoy <3

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

so this is why you dressed up nice today like fuck off

[lilatara]

just thinking about how despite AtS trying to portray it as comedic bickering amongst bros, Spike actually has decades worth of reasons to hate Angel, while Angel has remarkably few reasons to hate Spike. And it should maybe be concerning that from School Hard on, Angel adopts an absolute "don't see what this has to do with me" reaction to him?

[rulettebitch]

Masterlist

here is my masterlist darlings ( ˘ ³˘)

pink means smut!

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Robbie Turner

Uncharted Territory

Georgia Clark was changing bandages, gulping at the look of the rushed stitches between his chest. He was asleep, his face was twitching before waking up. His breath hitched, his cold blue eyes searched for something, or someone. One look was enough to tell how harsh war had treated him. TW! angst, hurt/confort, cecilia is dead, jealousy, making out, unprotected sex.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │ Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Charles Xavier

The night you kissed me

Elora Cuana was born with a gift. She was, what someone would call, a mutant. No one had really noticed her gift, even if it was hard to keep a secret. People would say she had been blessed with beauty, and nothing more. From every side, every angle, she was ravishing to no avail. Her mutancy had been easy to deal with, not even she had noticed the oddness of her angelic features. There was no death count to her power, because she seemed to have no power. Until recently, only one man had neglected her advances. Charles Xavier could not reach her mind, and she could not reach his pants, or can she? TW! tease, m!masturbation, f!masturbation, f!oral sex, making out, unprotected sex.

A part of us

Once, you and Charles Xavier were everything to each other—now, he’s a ghost at your door, stirring old wounds. But Logan’s words, raw and real, confessed a truth you couldn’t ignore. Torn between betrayal and confession, who do you choose when your heart is split in two? Charles Xavier x Reader x Wolverine

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6 │Chap 7 │ Chap 8│ Chap 9 │Chap 10 │Chap 11 │Chap 12 │Chap 13 │Chap 14 │Chap 15 │Chap 16 │Chap 17 │Chap 18 │Chap 19 │Chap 20 │Chap 21 │Charles' Ending │ Logan's Ending

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Brian Jackson

Sore Loser

The bottle stopped spinning. You grinned at him from across the circle, mischief glinting in your eyes. Before he could overthink it—before he could ruin it—you leaned in, and your lips met. Who would imagine Brian Jackson to be such a fuckboy? TW! tease, first time, m!masturbation, f!oral sex, making out, unprotected sex.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Bruce Robertson

Bite me

Bruce Robertson does not give a shit about the weather. In fact, he thinks he’s better. Amanda Drummond has drunk a little bit too much. TW! dubious consent, mention of drugs, angst, in public, jealousy, making out, unprotected sex, asphyxiation.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂

Tom Lefroy

Out of touch

Tom Lefroy enters a brothel expecting indulgence, but instead finds himself utterly schooled. With sharp wit and a stolen kiss, you leave the arrogant charmer breathless, his confidence shaken, and his education—unexpectedly—expanded. TW! prostitution, in public, making out, mention of f!oral.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5

[caramelc0rgi]

This Charles with this Erik in a Western AU kind of inspired by Red Dead Redemption because that game has a death grip on me.

Erik is a famous gunslinger and bounty hunter. Some people say he’s so fast he can snatch a bullet from the air. He’s a man who takes no prisoners and offers no mercy. He’s a wanted man by the entire county, either dead or alive. Rumors say he’s after Sebastian Shaw, an outlaw even crueler than the stories make him out to be. Shaw has burned towns, butchered families and leaves behind nothing but ashes and sorrows.

Meanwhile Charles is a freshly graduated doctor who has made a life for himself in a quiet town, far away from his family. He’s the only doctor for miles, which is why people all over the area come and visit him for any type of medical advice. But when Erik Lehnsherr stumbles into his clinic with a bullet lodged into his shoulder, Charles knows trouble is coming.

I have been playing too much red dead redemption.

[heavenlytouches]

Robbie Turner- the whisper of healing

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

FEM reader

<3 (SFW)

TW- mentions of war, slight PTSD

Robbie survived the war with only injuries, he's in hospital

NURSE! reader comforting him <3

Robbie Turner

The hallway of St. Thomas's Hospital is filled with the faint scent of antiseptic and an undertone of lavender from wash cloths. The air is heavy with the weight of stories untold, of lives interrupted by war that ended last mont. Ever since then, you've been caring for a lot of patients. One of them was young Robbie Turner, a man your age.

You push open the door to room 204, heart thumping a little faster than usual, excited and nervous. Your uniform brushes against you, a reminder of your duties, yet a part of you longs for the moment you spend with him.

Robbie Turner sits by the window, his blue eyes scanning the street below, shadows dancing across freckled cheeks. He looks like a wistful poet in some far-off garden, contemplating life’s agonies and joys.

Having served in the war, the weight of those experiences clings to him like a heavy coat, but today feels different—there’s a certain lightness in his demeanor as you enter.

“Hey, soldier.”

You softly greet him, eliciting a shy smile that flickers across his pink lips, momentarily dispelling the clouds in his gaze.

He turns his head slightly, his shoulder catching the sunlight in just the right way, illuminating the bandage that swathes his wound.

"Hey.."

He replies, his voice still laced with that charming, flirty tone that makes your heart race, though he artfully disguises it behind a mask of shyness. His freckled cheeks blush ever so slightly—his tell when he's nervous.

“How are you feeling today?”

You ask, approaching him, unable to suppress a smile of your own, your heart fluttering at the sight of him.

Robbie shrugs lightly, careful not to jostle his wounded shoulder.

“Like a new man.”

He says, a half-smile playing on his lips.

“A little less battle-worn, I suppose."

You settle into the chair beside him, your proximity allowing you to catch a glimpse of vulnerability in his expression.

“You sound better than yesterday.”

You say, leaning forward, genuinely interested. There’s an underlying sadness in his eyes that you long to chase away, if only he would let you.

“It’s the company.”

He responds, glancing sideways at you, a wink and spark in his already luminous blue eyes. It surprises you how close you got in a month, yet it feels comforting.

“Just a nurse doing her job.”

You reply, grinning playfully. Inside, you feel the truth of your words; you dearly wish to be more than just a passing duty to him. You want to hold that gaze forever and comfort his restless spirit. In a month you became more than nurse and her patiend, you're good friends. Very good.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence, the occasional shuffle of nurses and doctors floating in and out, but there’s a cocoon around you both.

He steals glances at you, his eyes sparkling with gratitude, yet there’s also that sheen of something more, something deeper—something that feels like longing.

“Can I ask you something?”

He finally breaks the quiet, turning to you fully, his brows slightly furrowed. He seems hesitant, contemplating his words with the solemnity of a soldier preparing for battle.

“Of course Robbie.”

You encourage gently, feeling your heart seize in anticipation.

“Do you ever think about how life changes?”

He asks, his tone profound, the boyish flirt transformed into an old soul wrestling with the weight of experience.

“Before and after the war?”

His gaze drifts out of the window, losing itself somewhere in memories etched in the lines of his laughter.

"I do,” you admit, leaning closer.

“Life has a way of flipping everything upside down. But it’s what we make of the time afterward that matters.”

His blue eyes find yours again, vulnerability peeling away some of the bravado.

“And how does one figure out what to make of it?”

He hits you with a piercing question that mirrors your own struggles.

"You take small steps," you reply

Biting your lip, a wave of empathy washing over you.

“It's about finding comfort in the people around you...”

There’s a heartbeat of stillness between you both, a moment where the world outside seems to fade. He studies you, and you know he sees: your gentle smile, the way your hair falls over your eyes, the tender kindness that brims in your gaze. Robbie's hand rests near your own, the space between them electric.

“Do you think...”

His voice trails off, and you lean in closer, captivated by the moment.

“Do you think we could discover that together? Comfort, I mean?”

“Oh, Robbie...”

You whisper, realizing your own feelings are mirrored in his. There’s an undeniable pull, a breathless intimacy in the air.

“I’d like that very much.”

His fingers brush against yours, hesitant yet hopeful—a gentle reminder of the warmth of human connection, ignited by the simple touch. You feel tingles travel up your spine, a gentle tremor of excitement mixed with trepidation.

“I don't think I'll ever feel... normal after everything.”

He confesses, glancing down at your joined hands, the golden afternoon light wrapping around your fingers.

“But with you, I might..I can try.”

Your heart melts, and a soft smile sprawls across your lips.

“You don't deserve to feel that way, Robbie."You’ve endured so much, but you’re not alone anymore. I’m here.”

His eyes lock onto yours, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder what lies ahead—a new beginning or just another chapter of life’s endless tales? But whatever it is, you realize with clarity that you want to walk this path with him.

“Do you think it’s crazy?”

He asks, small laughter bubbling up within him, lightening the air.

“To want something more after everything?”

“No, it's human."

You answer softly, your heart racing with a mix of joy and anticipation.

A flicker of mischief dances across his eyes, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Then perhaps it’s time to start writing a new story—I’ve had enough of tragedy.”

“Only if I can be part of that story.”

You squeeze his hand and lean a little closer. The space narrows, the world fading to insignificance. Your hearts beat in sync—a promise of the future layered with unspoken words.

Robbie smiles, that boyish, flirty charm surfacing anew.

“Believe me, my lovely nurse, you already are.”

In the warmth of that moment, you both know the truth: healing takes time, but maybe, just maybe, it can also mean rediscovering love in each other’s eyes.

The war is over, but perhaps, you think, this is just the beginning. The chapter is unwritten, but the whispers of healing sound like a sweet serenade, one you both long to share together.

Yaaaay Atonement!! I SWEAR GUYS I WAS CRYING WHILE WRITING THIS. The ending he deserved- a new begining.

Hope you liked this drabble <3 I can create more James McAvoy-related content; remember, requests are always welcome!

I love you guys so much

(@iseveryoneherederanged tagged u like I said <33)

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[white-boy-of-the-year]

White Boy of the Year - Round 2 Voting: Poll 2

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Happy voting!

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

pretender

Relationship: Mello/Near Rating: M Chapters: 1/1 Words: 720 Series: sweet atonement (prequel that also works as a standalone)

pretender (noun) - One who simulates, pretends, or feigns. - A claimant to the throne or to the office of ruler (usually without just title). - A person who professes beliefs and opinions that they do not hold in order to conceal their real feelings or motives. With Mello gone I'm not I'm not gone I'm not on the wind, Near is the best option. The only option. L will be gone if he desists and he is nothing if not conscious of his duty. The shape of his life is all wrong and there is nothing he can do to change it; he can only change himself.

Warnings: Self-Harm Tags: Post-Canon, Dissociation, Depersonalization, Self-Dehumanization, Grief/Mourning, Near is not coping with being L on his own, Hallucinations, (or ghosts. Unclear.), Multiplicity/Plurality, Near's Mello Introject, (very quietly and subtly in this one but he is there)

[read on AO3]

[frogaroundandfindout]

Cass visits her dad disguised as a reporter to question him about “alpha.” But instead of asking Cain what he knows about the case, Cass asks David who he thinks he is and kicks him into a wall. She then threatens to kill his if he ever kills again. As she makes her way out David tells her what her birthday is and says that his little girl is all grown up. Cass breaks down crying outside of the prison and is later met by Batman who gives her a birthday gift. (Batman #33)