#and ill praise it to high heavens

[elytrafemme]

also i feel like a LOT of cough syrup readers don’t know this, but a while ago my dear friend holly @re-bi-vebur (themysteriousstoryteller on ao3) wrote a fanfiction about cough syrup!!!!

yes it was posted like almost exactly a year ago but nevertheless it is very important to me and i still reread it a lot. so i just highly recommend it

[aquynh]

im finally reading thriller trainee after hearing so many people praise it and its like. well, lmao… its not a bad infinite flow but its not the best either. i find the barrage comments more annoying than anything they barely add to the plot important information compared to how orv uses the spectator comments… i also just dont like apathetic MCs…

[trendywaifus]

i present to you. . .sneakylink! ex girlfriend! robin who’s lovesick and routinely visits you after her tours. if anyone seen the previous ex girlfriend posts, this is a series, ill make a master list on later :) cw: transfem! reader, grinding, top!robin, lovesick! robin, vaginal penetration, petnames, praises, creampie, brief mention of handjob, riding, dry humping

↳ wild nights!

“ mmph, we can’t keep doing this robin. .” you pant, fingernails digging into the leather surface of the couch from robin’s hips rhythmically rocking back and forth against your bulge. she hums, her glossy lips kisses at your cheekbone and down to the corner of your lips. you’ve said those words many times before—this wasn’t new at all. even when her hands are all over you, exploring your pretty body which she already has engraved in her memory—even when she’s whispering honeyed words into your reddened ear as she’s stroking your cock—even when she’s making you feel like you’re heaven-sent and made just for her; you still say those words like your existence together is forbidden?

robin retracts away, just enough for her half-lidded jade eyes to gaze into yours. “ why would you want us to stop, my angel? “ she asks softly, cradling your face in her hands. you lick your lips and her gaze flicks between them and your eyes for a brief moment. “ i. . .just don’t want to get in the way of your dreams, that’s mainly the reason why i. .— “ her lips suddenly seeks yours in a passionate kiss that leaves a twinge of hotness in your belly.

she fastens her pace, grinding down on your clothed length, ripping a moan from you in which she gladly swallows. “ you’re apart of my dreams. “ she mutters in between burning kisses, “ that’s why i come back to you—in hopes of being apart of yours too, sweetheart. “ don’t you understand? you’re like her salvation, a singular warm light she wants to bask in after spending her time in thousands of spotlights.

“ r-robinn. . “ you whine, experiencing a familiar tension in your belly. “ if you keep doing that, i-i might. .mm. .” robin smiles against your lips, her hands snakes down to slip under your shirt to massage your flexed tummy. you can feel her wetness through her ruined panties, making the current wet patch on your pajamas form bigger. “ if you want to release, you can now, sweetness. “

just like that, you did—tipping your head back against the head of the couch, your hips buckles into the halovian woman’s clothed cunt as you creamed in your pajamas. robin coos, whispering sweet nothings against your sweaty skin, planting down sweet kisses that softens your bones. “ such a good girl for me. “ her hand slips pasts the waistband of your pajamas and underwear and smooths her palm over your weeping length as it twitches. she pulls her hand back, her fingers stained with your essence and brings them to her pink lips.

you gulp, watching her sinfully lick her fingers clean, still holding intimate eye contact with you as she does so. the moonlight glow seeps through the closed blinds, illuminating the living room in stripes. despite the glistening halo sitting over her head, wings fluttering about, and areas of her creamy skin beautifully highlighted by the limited moonlight, she looks like the opposite of how she presents herself in the spotlight and to others.

not long after, the mix of you and robin’s clothes are discarded on the floor. she’s on your lap, riding you like she has something to prove. her feathers tickles your skin as she peppers your neck with butterfly kisses. robin’s hands grips your shoulders, hot breath fanning against your skin as her lips part; wet muscle licking at a particular fading love mark. “ i’ll never leave you, “ she breathes and bites her bottom lip to hold back a high-pitch moan threatening to erupt from her chest. “ not when my heart beats for you.”robin’s words leaves your head spinning, your heart dizzy from the genuine devotion and love dripping from her angelic tongue.

your arms tighten around her naked frame, pushing her close to you until your chests are flushed against each other; bodies molding into one. the swollen tip of your cock rubs against the spongy patch of robin’s walls, causing her to squeeze around you. “so tight.”you whimpered, your legs turning jelly from robin’s consistent bounces. her lips desperately finds yours and she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. your chest heaves against hers as her tongue slithers in your mouth, exploring your wet cavern.

your senses is full of robin, your taste, sound, sight, touch—smell. her soft perfume mixed with sweat permeates your nose. you can feel her slick trickle down your inner thighs, gushing pussy greedily swallowing up your cock. her soft moans and mewls muffled by your lips brews a tightness within you. “ ‘gonna cum again. . “ you moaned and robin’s inner thighs firmly presses against either sides of your own thighs.

“ i-i feel it coming too. .” robin pants, pleasure flowing through her veins like a fast flowing river. after a few thrusts of your hips, they stutter irregularly and ropes of cum spills into robin. you held onto her for dear life, squeezing your eyes shut as you release in her. robin follows right after, cumming on your cock, letting out a prolonged sigh of satisfaction and pleasure. a moment of silence settles into the soft atmosphere, only the sounds of ragged breathing can be heard.

“ i love you. .“ the renowned singer breathlessly whispers in your ear for the umpteenth time and kisses your earlobe. you stay silent, mentally gathering yourself to say back those four words that’s weighing on your tongue. her palm rests right above your breast where your beating heart is sitting behind its boney cage. robin sighs dreamily, burying her face into the crook of your neck.

“ i love you too. “ you finally whisper back with genuine affection and robin’s wings flutters with joy as she presses a fond smile against your heated skin.

[bethanydelleman]

Also when it comes to Henry Crawford's promotion of William in Mansfield Park vs. Darcy's saving of Lydia in Pride & Prejudice, people praise Darcy to high heavens for doing it in secret and shame Henry for doing it in the open. Except they are totally different circumstances!

Darcy knew, 100%, that Elizabeth disliked him and did not want to marry him. If he had saved Lydia in the open, it would have been a total dick move because it would create obligation and it would be on someone who rejected him. So he does it in secret and good on him.

Henry Crawford has not been refused, he thinks Fanny likes him, "For—for very little more than opportunity. Mary, she is not like her cousins; but I think I shall not ask in vain.” And he's not crazy to think this, we know from the narrator that Fanny's behaviour towards him has changed, "She had by no means forgotten the past, and she thought as ill of him as ever; but she felt his powers: he was entertaining; and his manners were so improved, so polite, so seriously and blamelessly polite, that it was impossible not to be civil to him in return." Sure, he overestimates this civility, but it is there.

So he's giving a gift to a woman he's proposing to, with absolutely no idea that she will refuse him. It's overly presumptuous for sure, but it's not as evil as people want to make it out to be.

Now Willoughby and his freaking HORSE...

[animeyanderelover]

Request: Could you make Hc’s for the Demon King, the Supreme Deity, Cusack and Chandler if they had a child (Seven Deadly Sins)?

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, isolation, overprotective behavior, manipulation, gaslighting

Parenthood

Demon King

⬛​Whether you are the youngest, the oldest or the middle child, the compassion and blatant favouritism that the Demon King expresses around you makes it quite obvious that you are the one who he holds all of his hopes and compassion for. Mountains of expectation rest upon you as he would never accept any of his other children as the future successor of the Demon Clan as he only sees in you the qualities he desires for an heir. Training sessions with him are brutal and long as he pushes you over your limit and far beyond yet he does it with the intention of helping you to unlock your full potential. He tells you secrets and teaches you things that no one else will ever receive from him all to ensure that you will stand on top of the clan one day. Meliodas and Zeldris are most of the time coldly dismissed by him as long as they did not do anything that could earn them his ire yet he always seems to have time for you when you seek him out, even if it might not look like he is listening to what you say. Any chances of bonding with others are brutally crushed by him as he believes that friendship or romance would only distract and weaken you from your true destiny.

Supreme Deity

⚪​Whilst your mother may not be that distinguishable from her rival the Demon King, the Supreme Deity puts on a much sweeter face as she puts you through harsh training. If you should be discouraged, she will take you in her arms and tell you sweet nothings to encourage you. As you are her own flesh and blood, she strives to keep you from even those from her own clan as she sees you as a superior and pure little thing that has to be protected and raised by only her. If anything bothers you, she wishes to that you only seek out her so that she can cater to your worries from there on. If you do not fulfill her expectations or go against her orders, her angelic face can crack yet she usually always looks for the blame in other things who may have influenced you in a bad way for which they will be undoubtedly punished. Isolation is your daily life yet she assures you that she only does this because it is for the best. She wouldn't want anyone planting stupid ideas into your head after all. Whilst she wants you to eventually take over the heaven one day, the Supreme Deity simultanously yearns for you to never stop depending on her as she wishes for you to always see her as your kind mother.

Cusack

👁️​Cusack is actually quite responsible as a father to you. He is obviously loyal and attached and thinks very highly of you as he deems you as better as most of the other demons in the clan. At the same time he is not completely doting as his other half is. There is still a strict training schedule you are put through but it isn't as brutal as what the Supreme Deity or the Demon King would put their child through as Cusack is very observant and optimises the schedule depending on your abilities. Any advancement you make though is one he praises you highly for and he will either instantly behead someone or critisise them in patronising ways if they should dare to speak even one ill word about his precious child. He spends most of the time with you unless he has some mission to do yet considering his high rank, he usually returns pretty soon after his departure. Outside of the training or even fights against other beings, both circumstances during which he always keeps an eye on you, Cusack is rather lax and laid-back. He allows you to do whatever you want and will excuse your actions if they should have caused some trouble as long as you don't make troubles for the Demon King or his sons.

Chandler

🟢​Chandler is the one who spoils his own child perhaps the most as he harbors a huge amount of affection for them deep inside his pitch-black heart. Love is blind as many people often say and that couldn't be truer than with Chandler as he is willing to forgive his child anything. It is certainly not a good way to raise his child but very few people dare to question his fatherhood, much less criticise it. Just like Cusack, Chandler will silence anyone who dares to question him and especially you, although he likes to act like the nice old man until the very end before he drops his facade and reveals his disgust and wrath for such crude and insolent words. The training he gives you is for normal humans obviously deadly but in comparison to everyone on this post, he is the one who goes the easiest on you as you may not be able to act completely lazy but you can slack off surprisingly much until your father finally asks you with a closed-eyed smile on your face that you should perhaps go back to training. He is slightly overprotective and smothering though, even during actual battle where he will obliterate everyone who dares to scratch your skin. Your father will always be there for you, little one.

[johnslittlespoon]

I took my concerta way too late in the day (3pm,,, I am on the second highest dose,,,) and I am up curtbuckbuckying SO FUCKN HARD SAM

Curt getting dpd??? his tummy bulging out a little???? I’m climbing the fucking WALLS

When he grabs John’s hand and lays it flat on his stomach and tells him to feel he watches the way John’s eyes widen and grow darker, letting out a little growl (dogdogdogdog-) from the back of his throat as he picks up his pace. Gale growing curious and gasping as John speeds up, sliding his hand around Curt’s hip to rest on his stomach where he’s laid on Gale’s chest. It’s then that he finds out what got John going so hard, a low groan escaping Gale’s throat and rumbling through Curt’s back. Murmuring all sorts of dirty praises and sweet words in Curt’s ear and then making the ultimate decision to firmly yet gently press down on Curt’s belly and Curt fucking SOBSSSS bc everything is suddenly 10 times more intense than it already was but he’s actually in heaven. Gale’s letting out a never ending stream of soft words in his ear, John’s rutting into him like a feral dog (I’m never letting go of Him<3) and he genuinely thinks he could die happy in that moment

Sorry wow I’m actually fucking insane I’m so high but I had THOUGHTS

-@mangokittokatsu

OHH I FEEL ILL I'M SICK UR SICK /SHAKES PHONE/

the pretty little punched out whimpers and whines curt would let out with each thrust when john picks up his pace (the soft whiny puppy vibes in comparison to john's growly aggressive dog vibes??)

curt leaking a mess all over the back of gale's hand just from the sound of him groaning beneath him?? curt's hands flying out to grab at john's arms, gale's wrists, hips or blankets or hair, whatever he can reach when gale presses down on his stomach because it's so intense he's short circuiting, just needs to grab onto something??

the juxtaposition of gale's hot breath and soft words against his ear versus john's bruising grip on his hips as he ruts into him hard enough to nearly push the three of them up the bed?? the way curt's mouth would hang open as the breath is fucked out of him, back arched, so full it's like he can feel it all the way in his throat??

(gale remembers the pressure trick next time he's getting curt off with just his fingers and curt immediately shoots over his tummy untouched teehee)

@125hr ur post is altering psyches as we speak this is ur fault <3

[rreskk]

a oneshot after the mission where trev dresses as a cop with hancuffs and dom trev but also like switch action where reader rides while still hancuffed!?!?!?!?!!? <3

Summary: Trevor returned home from a mission, and the sight was enough to cause unwanted tension, and much needed penetration.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1101

Revolting phlegm tugged within your gullet as his hands roughly, while shaking out of anticipation, restricted and arrested you with these silver, cold, cruel handcuffs – wrists aching, tummy hurting – lying belly down onto the bed, all his control favouring your submission like a royal meal. It was exciting, all these tosses and turns, all these chemical reactions happening right in your veins. The nerves; your nerves, pulsing.

“Baby.” Your shattered voice whispered before – silence – and you were forced down onto the pillow, mouth rubbing against the fabrics while he remained steady behind. You felt his hands worship your naked curves and backside. After you were handcuffed, he had kicked your legs apart, and down you fell, like Jenga. Jenga tumbling pathetically.

It was hard to breathe, but it was luscious. The extreme intimidate position where you were troubled on your stomach and face, thighs open and arms restricted. Your body was weakened since he had lured you by the sight of his uniform and sinful tongue that swirled, almost molesting your ears with beasty lust. On repeat he whispered your name when holding you down, them veiny hands doing you no mercy, but that low growl of his voice made Hell turn into Heaven. On repeat did he express every right to fuck you right here, right now.

The uniform – your mind raced – the uniform, it was so charming on him. The trousers rushed to your aid, his clothed crotch grinding so sensually against your open legs and freed sex. Feeling it starting to happen, your throat clogged with sick excitement and you already felt sensitive to a closer climax.

“I’ve been thinkin’ of you all day, sugar.” Trevor echoed from behind your blinded, tied state. You could easily hear him smirk when speaking. If that weren’t smug enough, then it didn’t prepare you for the slap of his hand that grazed your ass, leaving behind a stinging sensation. He whistled at the imprint scarred on your skin.

Shivers crawled down your spine.

You were adjusted to ease his entrance. The heavy breathing from above you, the sinking of mattress as he knelt down and hovered over your arrested frame. Trevor cheekily reached down and grabbed your breast that was pressed against the sheets, squeezing as he used the other hand to guide the erection, rubbing himself to warm up and then incomes the push, your whole body shuddering.

“That’s right…” He praised while making himself familiar in you, his cock lying inside.

The time of being idle was occupied; Trevor feeling your breasts and murmuring inaudible words into the back of your neck. He fondled and ignored your small whimpers, attempting to be heard from the snuffle of pillows in your face. It wasn’t fair. You felt teased, belittled. While he hovered over you, all high and mighty in this uniform, you had to deal with the edging of his cock staying there, twitching, rushing the blood towards your head with uncomfortable arousal. The intimacy made you ill.

“Trevor, please! – “ You cried to him.

As he laughed, the vibration of his cock rumbled and your pussy grew more soaked. His words ended with a slight whine as he felt the deprivation himself. The masochist was playing sadist; the paradox already making it hard to control the urges you were facing. If he dared speak, you’d have the fear of climaxing within a second.

Trevor moved your lower body and rocked you back into him, the thrusting beginning. He relied on his knees for the heavy-work, using your hips to brush your pussy into hogging the external erection – that was already flaming by the second he drove home. Nonetheless, he gradually moaned a bit louder when the thrusting came to a synced pace.

Echoes – slapping skin – his bedroom filled – grunting, moaning.

“Trevor, Trevor!” You’d repeat, eager for some dignity and freedom of your cuffed hands while he fucked you relentlessly.

“I fuckin’ love your voice, baby… Mm, yeah,” He nibbled his bottom lip, “C’mon. Give it to me.”

You were giving it to him. You were giving everything to him. Your liberty and body; anything a man could want. Usually it would be disgusting and you’d be revolted to give yourself freely, but this man had casted some-sort of spell. His black magic and enchanting charisma. When he returned in this uniform, your knees turned to jelly, and when you wished to be fucked?

“Oh, yes!” You were being fucked, harshly. And you loved it, hence the moaning and praises of his hips rattling into yours. Evermore did he increase the speed. The bed practically mourned your weights and every passing of existing time, your stomach couldn’t handle it anymore. “I’m gonna cum – so bad!”

Trevor pushed himself further and, so suddenly, coiled you around like a doll. With moments to spare, he lied flat on his back and positioned you on top, holding you down against his cock by means of finishing.

You experienced whiplash and moaned when the placement changed. With your head out of the pillows, back straighter than ever, you were forced to bounce and his glorious sight would behold your chest. Everything exposed to the mans eyes.

“So fuckin’ sexy.” He spewed from his lips; utter venom retracing from the syllables. That was a signal he was flushed with the urge as well. Both of you were. It was obvious, the movements sloppy, thrusts turning into pumps of his boner clumsily lurking into you repeatedly. And his selfishness! Trevor reached out and groped your displayed breasts while climaxing during the intense motions of his hips grinding into yours. A gasp left your lips. His hot cum spilling out of your cunt as if it belonged to you.

It was wrong but felt so right.

“I’m gonna…” Breathlessly, you rode him until the very end. Trevor choaked out a couple of high-pitched moans as you squirted out onto his cock, the denial of your orgasm from the past painful moments causing this to become a massive relaxation. Your body just leaning backwards out of pure relief.

His cock fell limb when departed, and he instantly sprawled out his hands to usher you back into his proximity. Your cuffs began stiffening, face scrunching with distain.

“Get this off me.” You weakly asked Trevor who clumsily discarded the steel prop. Now your wrists were freed, sweat staining from the heated tension.

He raised an eyebrow at you, his uniform becoming messy and untamed, “Tired?”

“Maybe. You?”

“I could go for a nap.” Trevor mused, in which you nodded. But before you could prepare the nap, he smirked again. “And my pipe.”

[worldoshaking]

FFXIVWrite Day 23: On Cloud Nine

��Good-day to you, old friend,’ said the Wandering Minstrel. ’Anyone would think you were ill-pleased to see me.’

’Hardly,’ said Alainaux. ’I have been expecting it, from the odd flavour that the speech of the plains has taken on of late. Coined a new phrase, have you?’ 

’I take it you disapprove,’ said the Wandering Minstrel, ’as you do of all invention.’

’Not in the slightest,’ said Alainaux. ’A fascinating phrase, that succeeds admirably in expressing precisely nothing at all. And here I thought you disdained prevarication.’ 

The Wandering Minstrel grinned. ’High praise from you; of course you know better than poets and Skywatchers alike. It must torment you that the folk of the plains have taken with such enthusiasm to the phrase.’

’The folk of the plains may speak as they wish,’ said Alainaux. ’Fashions of speech come and go, and sometimes they are inflicted, like plague.’

’And yet words and songs have a way of persevering,’ said the Minstrel, ’though rocks and mountains crumble. It would be a pretty thing if folk still spoke of cloud nine, a hundred years hence.’

’You inflict your whims on their language with no compunction,’ said Alainaux. ’I would not believe such a thing of the plainsfolk. ’Twas a pretty thing to blame it on that Skywatcher you spoke with. She was not accustomed to the ways of poets; to how they break apart an utterance and discard its meaning, and weave it again into a phantasm that has no substance but sound, yet affects with a most slanderous solicitude to be science.’

’Careful,’ said the Wandering Minstrel, with great amusement. ’You’ll offend every musician in Eorzea.’

Alainaux snorted, and his chair soared up into the sky, disappearing from view amidst the aforementioned clouds. Despite the distance, his voice boomed down to the Wandering Minstrel with improbable clarity. ’I speak not of musicians, but of dabbling charlatans. I see the clouds from up here, and they are not as you describe.’

’Of course not,’ said the Wandering Minstrel, not troubling to raise his voice, for he knew Alainaux would hear. ’I sing of the clouds as seen from the land, which the townsfolk know but you could hardly comprehend, for you never pause so long as to admire them.’ 

’Fine words, from a man who flits like an ill wind  from predicament to contingency, stealing fame and evading notoriety, and always a little ahead of fate. What would you know of views from the land?’

’Fate does not trouble with poets like me,’ said the Minstrel, ’for you keep it most conveniently preoccupied. Now, as lofty as your station is, you might wish to come down before the tea grows cold.’

’The tea is not yet done steeping,’ said Alainaux, descending with great majesty and circumstance, ’nor will it be for another minute.’ His chair set down with beautiful precision at the table. ’Now it is done.’ 

The Minstrel waved a hand to the heavens with a proprietary air. ’A perfect interlude to admire those clouds you know so much of.’

Alainaux sipped his tea. ’Fine clouds, quite undeserving of a poet’s slander. And what, by your dictionary, do these clouds express?’

’Great happiness, of course.’

’Of course.’

[saintmeghanmarkle]

ARE MEGAN AND HARRY SUFFFERING THE SAME MENTAL ILLNESS IN DIFFERENT WAYS.. by u/deedee50

ARE MEGAN AND HARRY SUFFFERING THE SAME MENTAL ILLNESS IN DIFFERENT WAYS.. I was reading up on various mental illness, all the signs, type of behaviour associated etc. i came across this explanation of Antisocial personality disorder. It was broken down into 2 paragraphs, first one fits megan, second harry.Antisocial personality disorder, sometimes called sociopathy, is a mental health condition in which a person consistently shows no regard for right and wrong and ignores the rights and feelings of others. People with antisocial personality disorder tend to purposely make others angry or upset and manipulate or treat others harshly or with cruel indifference. They lack remorse or do not regret their behavior.The first paragraph seems to sum up megan, her behaviour to others being based on how high she views herself, putting herself before more worthwhile people. This very weekend, pushing Dr Sophie Chandauka, chair of Sentebale, out of positon so megan can take centre stage, or past moments like pushing the chairs out the way at the abbey, to make sure they came out behind W&C rather than further down line behind E&S.Second paragraph brings Harrys actions to attention,People with antisocial personality disorder often violate the law, becoming criminals. They may lie, behave violently or impulsively, and have problems with drug and alcohol use. They have difficulty consistently meeting responsibilities related to family, work or school.Perfect summing up of harry. The part about behaving violently, or impulsively, we've all seen, heard rumours or had words from people here, regarding his violent attitude to women, especially thoses he's paid for. The drug and alcohol was exposed before Spare, but confirmed in it. Finally meeting responsibilities re school etc, failed at school, results were faked/edited to a pass (allegedly) he was allowed rank he didn't earn in the services, praise for fighting, yet with a nickname like Bunker Harry.They're a match made in heaven, 2 sides of the same mental issues (alledegly) IMHO.Your opinion? post link: https://ift.tt/DAxtQZI author: deedee50 submitted: April 15, 2024 at 01:01PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

22nd May >> Mass Readings (USA)

Wednesday, Seventh Week in Ordinary Time 

or

Saint Rita of Cascia.

Wednesday, Seventh Week in Ordinary Time 

(Liturgical Colour: Green. Year: B(II))

First Reading James 4:13-17 You have no idea what your life will be like. Instead you should say: If the Lord wills it.

Beloved: Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we shall go into such and such a town, spend a year there doing business, and make a profit”– you have no idea what your life will be like tomorrow. You are a puff of smoke that appears briefly and then disappears. Instead you should say, “If the Lord wills it, we shall live to do this or that.” But now you are boasting in your arrogance. All such boasting is evil. So for one who knows the right thing to do and does not do it, it is a sin.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 49:2-3, 6-7, 8-10, 11

R/ Blessed are the poor in spirit; the Kingdom of heaven is theirs!

Hear this, all you peoples; hearken, all who dwell in the world, Of lowly birth or high degree, rich and poor alike.

R/ Blessed are the poor in spirit; the Kingdom of heaven is theirs!

Why should I fear in evil days when my wicked ensnarers ring me round? They trust in their wealth; the abundance of their riches is their boast.

R/ Blessed are the poor in spirit; the Kingdom of heaven is theirs!

Yet in no way can a man redeem himself, or pay his own ransom to God; Too high is the price to redeem one’s life; he would never have enough to remain alive always and not see destruction.

R/ Blessed are the poor in spirit; the Kingdom of heaven is theirs!

For he can see that wise men die, and likewise the senseless and the stupid pass away, leaving to others their wealth.

R/ Blessed are the poor in spirit; the Kingdom of heaven is theirs!

Gospel Acclamation John 14:6

Alleluia, alleluia. I am the way and the truth and the life, says the Lord; no one comes to the Father except through me. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Mark 9:38-40 Whoever is not against us is for us.

John said to Jesus, “Teacher, we saw someone driving out demons in your name, and we tried to prevent him because he does not follow us.” Jesus replied, “Do not prevent him. There is no one who performs a mighty deed in my name who can at the same time speak ill of me. For whoever is not against us is for us.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

-------------------------

Saint Rita of Cascia 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: B(II))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Wednesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Philippians 2:1–11 Have in you the same attitude that is also in Christ Jesus.

Brothers and sisters: If there is any encouragement in Christ, any solace in love, any participation in the Spirit, any compassion and mercy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, with the same love, united in heart, thinking one thing. Do nothing out of selfishness or out of vainglory; rather, humbly regard others as more important than yourselves, each looking out not for his own interests, but also for those of others. Have in you the same attitude that is also in Christ Jesus,

who, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God something to be grasped. Rather, he emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, coming in human likeness; and found human in appearance, he humbled himself, becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Because of this, God greatly exalted him and bestowed on him the name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bend, of those in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 8:4–5, 6–7, 8–9

R/ O Lord, our God, how wonderful your name in all the earth!

When I behold your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars which you set in place— What is man that you should be mindful of him, or the son of man that you should care for him?

R/ O Lord, our God, how wonderful your name in all the earth!

You have made him little less than the angels, and crowned him with glory and honor. You have given him rule over the works of your hands, putting all things under his feet.

R/ O Lord, our God, how wonderful your name in all the earth!

All sheep and oxen, yes, and the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, the fishes of the sea, and whatever swims the paths of the seas.

R/ O Lord, our God, how wonderful your name in all the earth!

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 5:3

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are the poor in spirit; for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: Matthew 5:6

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be satisfied. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: Matthew 5:8

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are the clean of heart, for they will see God. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: See Matthew 11:25

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth; you have revealed to little ones the mysteries of the Kingdom. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: Matthew 11:28

Alleluia, alleluia. Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest, says the Lord. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: Matthew 23:11, 12b

Alleluia, alleluia. The greatest among you must be your servant. Whoever humbles himself will be exalted. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: Luke 21:36

Alleluia, alleluia. Be vigilant at all times and pray that you may have the strength to stand before the Son of Man. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: John 8:12

Alleluia, alleluia. I am the light of the world, says the Lord; whoever follows me will have the light of life. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: John 8:31b-32

Alleluia, alleluia. If you remain in my word, you will truly be my disciples, and you will know the truth, says the Lord. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: John 13:34

Alleluia, alleluia. I give you a new commandment: love one another as I have loved you. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: John 14:23

Alleluia, alleluia. Whoever loves me will keep my word and my Father will love him and we will come to him. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: John 15:4a, 5b

Alleluia, alleluia. Remain in me, as I remain in you, says the Lord; whoever remains in me will bear much fruit. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: John 15:9b, 5b

Alleluia, alleluia. Remain in my love, says the Lord; whoever remains in me and I in him will bear much fruit. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Luke 6:27–38 Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful.

Jesus said to his disciples: “To you who hear I say, love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. To the person who strikes you on one cheek, offer the other one as well, and from the person who takes your cloak, do not withhold even your tunic. Give to everyone who asks of you, and from the one who takes what is yours do not demand it back. Do to others as you would have them do to you. For if you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even sinners love those who love them. And if you do good to those who do good to you, what credit is that to you? Even sinners do the same. If you lend money to those from whom you expect repayment, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, and get back the same amount. But rather, love your enemies and do good to them, and lend expecting nothing back; then your reward will be great and you will be children of the Most High, for he himself is kind to the ungrateful and the wicked. Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful. “Stop judging and you will not be judged. Stop condemning and you will not be condemned. Forgive and you will be forgiven. Give and gifts will be given to you; a good measure, packed together, shaken down, and overflowing, will be poured into your lap. For the measure with which you measure will in return be measured out to you.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[cruger2984]

THE DESCRIPTION OF SAINT ELIZABETH OF THE TRINITY Feast Day: November 8

"I can't find words to express my happiness. Here, there is no longer anything but God. He is All; He suffices and we live by Him alone."

She was born as Élisabeth Catez on July 18, 1880, at the military base at Avord (located in Farges-en-Septaine) in Cher as the first child of Captain Joseph Catez and Marie Rolland. She was baptized at the camp's chapel on the following July 22. Elizabeth's father died unexpectedly on October 2, 1887 and as a result, the family moved to Dijon.

As a child, Elizabeth had a terrible temper. After receiving her First Communion in 1891, she gained more self-control and had a deeper understanding of God and the world. She also gained a profound understanding of the Trinity to which she cultivated an ardent devotion. Elizabeth visited the sick, sang in the church choir and taught religion to children who worked in factories.

As she grew older, Elizabeth became interested in entering the Discalced Carmelite Order, though her mother strongly advised against it. Men had asked for Elizabeth's hand in marriage, but she declined such offers because her dream was to enter the Discalced Carmelite monastery that was located 200 meters from her home. Elizabeth entered the Dijon Carmel on August 2, 1901.

She said: 'I find Him everywhere while doing the wash as well as while praying.'

Her time in the convent amongst other Carmelites had some high times as well as some very low times. She wrote about when she felt she needed a richer understanding of God's great love.

At the end of her life, she began to call herself, 'Laudem Gloriae'. Elizabeth wanted that to be her appellation in Heaven because it means 'praise of glory.'

She said: 'I think that in Heaven my mission will be to draw souls by helping them to go out of themselves in order to cling to God by a wholly simple and loving movement, and to keep them in this great silence which will allow God to communicate Himself to them and to transform them into Himself.'

Her spirituality is considered to be remarkably similar to that of her contemporary and compatriot Discalced Carmelite sister and future Doctor of the Church, Thérèse of Lisieux, who was cloistered at the Carmel in Lisieux; the two share a zeal for contemplation and the salvation of souls.

Elizabeth died on November 9, 1906 in Dijon at the age of 26, due to Addison's disease, which had no cure. Though her death was painful, Elizabeth gratefully accepted her suffering as a gift from God.

Her last words were: "I am going to Light, to Love, to Life!"

She is beatified by Pope St. John Paul II on November 25, 1984 in Paris, France, and on October 16, 2016 - the feast of St. Margaret Mary Alacoque, Elizabeth is canonized a saint by Pope Francis in St. Peter's Square.

Her most famous prayer is: 'Holy Trinity Whom I Adore', written out of her love of the Most Blessed Trinity.

St. Elizabeth of the Trinity is a patron against illness, of sick people, and of the loss of parents.

[orthodoxadventure]

Prayer to the Protection of the Mother Of God

O all-holy Virgin, Mother of the Lord of the hosts on high, Thou Queen of heaven and earth and almighty Defender of our country, accept from us Thine unworthy servants this song of praise and thanksgiving and bring our prayer up to the throne of Thy God and Son, that He be merciful towards our unrighteousness, and extend His grace to those who honour Thy name and venerate with faith and love Thy wonder-working ikon. For we are not worthy to be forgiven by Him hadst Thou, O Lady, not made Him merciful towards us, for all things from Him are possible to Thee. Therefore we run to Thee as Thou art our swift and undoubted Protector. Hear us who pray to Thee: overshadow us with Thine almighty veil and ask from Thy God and Son zeal and vigilance for our shepherds, wisdom and strength for the souls of those who govern our cities, righteousness and impartiality for our judges, understanding and humility for our leaders, love and concord for the married, obedience for our children, patience for those who have been offended, the fear of God for those that offend, stoutheartedness for the afflicted, restraint for those that rejoice, and for all of us the spirit of understanding and godliness, the spirit of mercy and meekness, the spirit of chastity and truth. Yea, O all-holy Lady, be merciful towards Thy feeble people: gather together the dispersed, guide on the right way those that have gone astray, uphold old age, make the young pure, bring up the children and look down upon all of us with the care of Thy merciful protection. Raise us from the depth of sin and enlighten the eyes of our hearts to see salvation. Be merciful to us both here and yonder, during our wandering in the land of this earth and at the Last Judgement of Thy Son: and make our fathers and brothers who have departed this life live the eternal life with the angels and all the saints. For Thou, O Lady, art the glory of those in heaven and the trust of those on earth. After God, Thou art the hope and Defender of all who flee to Thee with faith. We then pray to Thee and to Thee as our almighty Helper, do we commend ourselves and one another, now and for ever and unto the ages of ages. Amen.

O my most blessed Queen, my all-holy hope, Receiver of orphans and Defender of the strangers, Helper of those in poverty, Protector of the sick, behold my distress, behold my affliction. On all sides am I held by temptation, and there is none to defend me. Help me then as I am weak, feed me as I am a pilgrim, guide me as I have strayed, heal and save me as I lie without hope. For I have no other help, nor advocate nor comforter, save Thee, O Mother of all the afflicted and heavy laden. Look down then on me, a sinner lying in sickness, and protect me with Thine all-holy Veil, that I be delivered from all the ills surrounding me and may ever praise Thy Name that all men sing. Amen.

[trippygalaxy]

If your okay with this question

Question: can you tell us of your sky or heavens lore?

YES!!! now, I don't have that much lore for him (and the others--) BUT i do have some little fun facts about his design and some SMALLL bits of his lore!

Details!

Clothing

The clasp that is holding his scarf thing together has both the symbol of the triforce on it, but is also made to resemble the Goddess Harp that Zelda uses in game!

The lines/designs on his scarf itself also have the triforce on it BUT it also has the design of the goddess sword on it!! (The long bit with the rombus at the end was the design on the blade, while the clover like thing was on the handle of the sword)

The feather hanging from his ear is one from his skywing

The sail cloth is turned into an arm drape of sorts, being looped around his biceps and tied there. (when/if hes in a more crowd area he'll wear it like how zelda first did! but for now its more a accessory and show of his love for zelda rather than practical)

The bracelet in his offical clothing is made out of the scales from the three regional dragons, Lanayru, Faron, and Eldin!

Physical

Heavens has lightning scars all over his face and neck area! These were made during his fight against Demise.

Both his eye bags and lips are pulled from his in game model!

This also goes for his eyebrows. They are thicker at the ends and get skinner the closer they are to the middle of his brow line.

LORE!

In my au(?) the Link's are named after either an unique attribute of theirs (physical or otherwise) or after some piece of information they given the group. In Heavens' case, its the latter of those two options.

Heavens described his homeland as so high above the clouds that the layer of thick, white clouds became a barrier that separated his people from the surface. He spoke of his people who lived in the sky, riding upon long forgotten beasts that acted like their other half. The man had not one ill thing to say of his people, nor his home. So, with such high praise, painting an almost holy image for the other links, some quickly decided on a name for the man.

Heavens, a reflection of the paradise he lived within.

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When Heavens isn't exploring the Surface with Zelda, or helping Groose set up settlements for Skyloftians interested in visiting the Surface, he GLADLY helps with training back up in the Knight Academy! Which is why is wears similar garments to the other teachers!

[kira-craxkships]

I wonder how Eros rags on therdeos dates with pereshati and Callisto actually. Probably chaotic somehow. Or teh latter.

"IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MEEEEE!"

He screams,cries and throws up everytime Theo has a date. Internally of course he would never show such weakness. He has people stalk their dates and report back to him so he can judge them and compare them to the dates he has planned in his brain.

He judges the hell out of wherever Callisto and Pereshati want to take Therdeo. If Theo chooses the place he will praise it to high heavens and judge Pereshati and Callisto's outfits. He does not think those two are worthy of what is his. He could and has treated Therdeo so much better than those two.

He actively calls them *THOSE TWO* even when he is talking about one of them.

Pereshati:(falls ill so Therdeo has to take care of her)

Eros:(scoffs)Those two monopolizing Therdeo's time again. How greedy can you be?

Callisto: (Finds and brings Therdeo the biggest pink gemstone he could find)

Eros: (Glaring) Those two don't even know his favourite colour. Those idiots!

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Morning and Evening

by Charles Spurgeon

Morning, 3rd July

"The ill favored and leanfleshed kine did eat up the seven wellfavored and fat kine." Genesis 41:4

Pharaoh's dream has too often been my waking experience. My days of sloth have ruinously destroyed all that I had achieved in times of zealous industry; my seasons of coldness have frozen all the genial glow of my periods of fervency and enthusiasm; and my fits of worldliness have thrown me back from my advances in the divine life. I had need to beware of lean prayers, lean praises, lean duties, and lean experiences, for these will eat up the fat of my comfort and peace. If I neglect prayer for never so short a time, I lose all the spirituality to which I had attained; if I draw no fresh supplies from heaven, the old corn in my granary is soon consumed by the famine which rages in my soul. When the caterpillars of indifference, the cankerworms of worldliness, and the palmerworms of self-indulgence, lay my heart completely desolate, and make my soul to languish, all my former fruitfulness and growth in grace avails me nothing whatever. How anxious should I be to have no lean-fleshed days, no ill-favored hours! If every day I journeyed towards the goal of my desires I should soon reach it, but backsliding leaves me still far off from the prize of my high calling, and robs me of the advances which I had so laboriously made. The only way in which all my days can be as the "fat kine," is to feed them in the right meadow, to spend them with the Lord, in His service, in His company, in His fear, and in His way. Why should not every year be richer than the past, in love, and usefulness, and joy?--I am nearer the celestial hills, I have had more experience of my Lord, and should be more like Him. O Lord, keep far from me the curse of leanness of soul; let me not have to cry, "My leanness, my leanness, woe unto me!" but may I be well-fed and nourished in thy house, that I may praise thy name.

[stoicbreviary]

"Character of the Happy Warrior"

William Wordsworth (1770-1850) 

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he Whom every Man in arms should wish to be? —It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his childish thought: Whose high endeavours are an inward light That make the path before him always bright: Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, But makes his moral being his prime care; Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human-nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives; By objects, which might force the soul to abate Her feeling, rendered more compassionate; Is placable—because occasions rise So often that demand such sacrifice; More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure, As tempted more; more able to endure, As more exposed to suffering and distress; Thence, also, more alive to tenderness. 'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends Upon that law as on the best of friends; Whence, in a state where men are tempted still To evil for a guard against worse ill, And what in quality or act is best Doth seldom on a right foundation rest, He fixes good on good alone, and owes To virtue every triumph that he knows: —Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means; and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim; And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait For wealth, or honors, or for worldly state; Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall, Like showers of manna, if they come at all: Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which heaven has join'd Great issues, good or bad for human-kind, Is happy as a Lover; and attired With sudden brightness like a Man inspired; And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw; Or if an unexpected call succeed, Come when it will, is equal to the need: —He who, though thus endued as with a sense And faculty for storm and turbulence, Is yet a Soul whose master bias leans To home-felt pleasures and to gentle scenes; Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be, Are at his heart; and such fidelity It is his darling passion to approve; More brave for this, that he hath much to love: 'Tis, finally, the Man, who, lifted high, Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye, Or left unthought-of in obscurity,— Who, with a toward or untoward lot, Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not, Plays, in the many games of life, that one Where what he most doth value must be won: Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray; Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast: Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth For ever, and to noble deeds give birth, Or He must go to dust without his fame, And leave a dead unprofitable name, Finds comfort in himself and in his cause; And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause: This is the happy Warrior; this is He Whom every Man in arms should wish to be. 

IMAGE: Benjamin West, "The Death of Nelson" (1806)