#church holy matrimony

[ominouspositivity-or-else]

*The Eucharist is the body of Christ under the appearances of bread and wine.

**God is bound to these sacraments, meaning he always gives grace through them when they are done, but he is not bound by these sacraments, meaning that God can do literally whatever he wants and can of course go around them and provide grace in other ways.

***7 sacraments, listed: Baptism, Confirmation, Holy Eucharist, Confession, Anointing of the Sick, Holy Orders, and Matrimony.

Feel free to add nuance in the tags or talk about why you find the teachings strange! Let me know if there's anything utterly baffling that I didn't include!!!

Also please remember to be respectful!!! Not everyone knows theology like you might!!!

[hopelessdazai]

✿ 》 Angelic You

╰⧼ 🪻 note.. ⧽ ; just a little thing because I got bored. I have a few works in progress done I'll get them out whenever I can. lord if I could work aesthetics on mobile. pleeaaase reblog my reach sucks

╰⧼ 🌙 contents.. ⧽ ; chuuya x afab reader. so much religious stuff but we're non believers its metaphors. non descriptive sex, mentions of acts of cunnilingus. fluffy if you squint.

what did it mean to be an angel?

was it the white wings of purity, a face made to be corrupted? ears that listen to those who deceive with the kindest heart?

you were more then that.

chuuya had never been religious - in his world full of gore and bloodshed there was no time or reason to attempt pray for higher beings. he found reflection and forgiveness at his own two feet - he didn't ever want to have to beg at the foot of a throne he wasn't even sure was real.

the only time a word of the lord would leave his lips was a hiss through gritted teeth. the word plagued with pain, rage, more. whatever was expressed to him.

the first time he spoke your name, it was the closest thing to saying a gods name affectionately. you were a celestial being to him - those stupid eyes of yours which he could see a future in. stupid hands that seemed to interwine so perfectly with his.

stupid voice that sounded so heavenly when his name fell from your lips, a benediction to an unlicensed holy matrimony.

the way the soft skin on your body glistened with sweat reminded him of the glass murals he'd see in churches. the painted glass that shone into those halls. how your hands held the sheets underneath you reminded him of an angels wings when resting.

"god, fuck.. _____ .."

chuuya had never been religious - with how you tasted on his lips while he feasted and your release on his tongue, he knew he'd never need a ceremony to drink the lords blood. he had his own right here. and he knew damn well you'd taste better then any cheap wine the churches had to offer.

in the garden of eden you were his apple. you were the only one that could cause him to sin the way you did. gentle hands cradling your back as it arched underneath him. noticing the way you tugged his waist closer, deeper, as you called to the heavens.

chuuya never would be religious. but you had to be an angel. his angel. one he could catch every time with his hair tied back as you fell from the elysium you were born into.

he'd be careful with your white wings for now.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Rogier van der Weyden or Roger de la Pasture (Netherlandish, c.1399-1464) The Seven Sacraments, ca. 1440-45 Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Antwerp The 7 Sacraments celebrated in the Catholic Church are Baptism, Confirmation, Eucharist, Penance and Reconciliation, Anointing of the Sick, Holy Orders, and Matrimony. They are divided into three categories: Sacrament of Initiation, Sacraments of Healing, and Sacraments at the Service of Communion.

[themultifandomgal]

Isaiah Jesus- We’re Getting Married

When I told my brothers that Isaiah and I were getting married, they were not happy. I am the youngest Shelby, as Arthur puts it 'our baby sister'. Thankfully though my brothers came around and now here I stand smoothing down my dress as Esme places my vail in my hair

"You look beautiful YN" Lizzie gushes

"Thank you, but so do you both" I look at Esme and Lizzie through the mirror in front of me

"Ready?"

"Yeah" I smile turning around to Lizzie

"I'll go let Arthur know" she says leaving the room. A few minutes later Arthur knocks the door with his hand over his eyes

"We're all decent you can come in" I tell him. He takes his hand away and I can already see the tears in his eyes "don't cry because you'll make me cry"

"I'm sorry. It's just... my baby sister is getting married"

"Ok no smudging the makeup" Esme says stopping both me and Arthur from crying

"I think Isaiah is waiting" Lizzie places her hands on her hips

"Your right. Come on" Arthur holds his arm out for me to take.

As I wait for the doors to open to reveal Isaiah I start fidgeting

"Don't be nervous"

"I'm not. I'm excited. I love him Arthur"

"I know you do" finally the doors open and in walk Lizzie and Tom, then Esme and John. Then in walk my bridesmaids and finally Arthur walks me to Isaiah who's stood at the end of the aisle looks so freaking good. I notice he's got a tear running down his smiling face which cause me to cry a little. Arthur gives Isaiah my hand then kisses my cheek before taking his seat next to the rest of my family

"Welcome" the priest starts "today we are here to witness the marriage and bond between YN and Isaiah. Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do"

"I do" we both respond

"Before we start. Is there anyone here who has reason that these two should not marry?" Thankfully neither Isaiah or I have to be nervous about anyone standing up "since it is your intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church" Isaiah and I hold hands

"I, take you , to be my wife. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life" Isaiah says looking into my eyes. I repeat what he says

"May the Lord in his kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before the Church and graciously bring to fulfillment his blessings within you. What God has joined, let no one put asunder. May the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, the God of Jacob, the God who joined together our first parents in paradise, strength and bless in Christ the consent you have declared before the Church, so that what God joins together, no one may put asunder. receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the father, and the son, and the Holy Spirit. Who has the rings?" The priest asks. Charlie steps forward with both of our rings. Isaiah then takes my left hand

"Receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the father, and the son, and the Holy Spirit" he then places the ring on my finger. I repeat

"Now let us humbly invoke God's blessing upon this bride and groom, that in his kindness he may favor with his help those on whom he has bestowed the Sacrament of Matrimony. In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss" the room is filled with applause while Isaiah and I share a kiss.

It's now the after party at the Garrison and I've changed into something a little more comfortable so I can dance in. Isaiah and I had our first dance then Arthur clears his throat

"Can I have everyone's attention" I take Isaias hand in mine "I'd like to raise a toast to my sister and now brother in-law. Now when you first starting courting I wasn't happy" this makes us all laugh "in all seriousness though, I saw the way YN looked at you and the way you looked at her. It's a love that can't be ignored. I can't wait to see where life takes you both, but no babies yet I'm still not recovered from this wedding" again this makes everyone laugh "to YN and Isaiah"

"To YN and Isaiah" everyone shouts before we all take a sip of the champagne. I turn to my now husband and look up at him

"I love you"

"I love you too" he leans down and kisses my lips.

[green-eyedfirework]

Slade watched his mate-to-be walk down the aisle and locked his jaw so he wouldn’t growl.  The haze of anger coated everything like spun-sugar, sickly and inescapable.  He had dreamed about running a sword through his bride so many times that he was half-afraid he’d wake to blood on his hands.

Grayson’s path was unhurried and graceful, the veil shading the omega’s form as he took dainty steps, escorted by his smiling aunt.  The mood of the hall was joyous, an exhale of relief at an averted war and the excitement of a change in the air.  He’d caught servants and nobles alike gossiping about the new consort and everyone had thrown themselves wholeheartedly into wedding planning.

None of them knew the truth.

None of them knew that white should be stained with red, that Grayson walked up the aisle playacting at innocence when he was guilty.

None of them knew that Gotham had delivered both murdered and murderer back to Defiance.

It had been the work of multiple spy reports as Slade delved deeper into the mystery of his eldest’s death.  Putting the pieces together, late at night, until grief and shock warred in equal measure.  Greeted by the Gotham contingent the next morning and the smiling, cheery visage of his son’s murderer and now his intended.

The final lilts of the march grew into a crescendo before dropping into silence.  The Gotham alpha, sister to its King, placed the omega’s hand in his own.  Slade had to stop himself from squeezing too tight.

“We gather here today, in the light of all that is true and holy, to join these souls in blessed matrimony…”

Up close, Grayson’s bright blue eyes were visible behind his lace veil.  His expression seemed oddly fixed—a grimace instead of the cheery smile he’d bestowed upon arrival.  Nerves, no doubt, much like the way his fingers almost trembled in Slade’s grip.  Perhaps he was holding too tight.

It was the deepest betrayal—to stand here in his capital, in the church where his son was baptized, to marry his murderer.  To swear a vow to champion his protection.  To watch false lips repeat an oath like poison dripping into his ears.

Slade’s only consolation was that the vow would be broken soon enough.

~#~

If his people were expecting him to put on a display of merriment, they would be sorely disappointed.  The mourning colors had only been exchanged for wedding decorations, and Slade hadn’t been one for frippery or fancy before that as well.  Still, there was more than one moue of disapproval when Slade disdained the dancing and Grayson, following his lead, refused every request that came his way.

Slade expected his new bride to be more talkative, having observed the way he chattered at the retainers that had accompanied him.  But aside from the pleasantries, Grayson’s mouth had remained firmly shut, even against every dish that was placed in front of him.  Oh, he made a show of moving things around his plate, but nothing that touched his lips passed through them.  Nerves, perhaps, or maybe Slade’s distaste was more obvious than he thought.  He fought to regain a coolly neutral expression.

He could not kill his mate tonight, no matter how badly he wished it.  Too hasty and too soon.  With Gotham retainers and nobles and guards and even the princess still here.  The risk was too high to be borne.

Slade would have to play nice tonight.  And the next night.  And the next and the next and the next, until the Gothamites left and his consort was all alone and circumstances could be arranged to find the murderer high up in a tower where he might fall to his doom.

The omega’s love of climbing was well known, after all.  Gotham would find no cause to assign blame.  After all, if Slade was denied the chance to go to war for his eldest son, he would ensure that King Bruce befell the same fate.

A son for a son.  A murder disguised as accident.  And finally, justice.

[dandy-andyyy]

wanting someone to kiss me in a church at an altar but like not in a holy matrimony kinda way, more of a god-defying way as a beautiful creature tells me I’m loved and tempts me with unimaginable power and damnation ya know?

[that-starry-sky]

LOVE BIRDS - Diluc R. part 2

-`♡´-I wanted to expand this a little more because I liked it too much and because I feel that Diluc's bird is very forgotten, so let's start

-`♡´-You two let your birds be together, anyway, the birds got along well and loved each other too much.

-`♡´-Soon you began to notice how your parrot began to sing when the hawk came to give you your daily letter from Diluc saying good morning and some sweet words along with a rose promising to see you by noon

-`♡´-I think that Diluc has a bird resting stick in his tavern for his hawk, so both for him and for all the customers it was evident the affection that both birds had for each other when you arrived with your parrot and the little bird positioned itself next to the hawk and snuggled under its wing

-`♡´-Soon Diluc began to notice how there were times when his hawk would groom your parrot gently while he gave you a hairstyle after you had spent hours convincing him to do it and your parrot returning the favor as well as the little bird could.

-`♡´-Soon the day came where Diluc couldn't find either his hawk or your parrot, which scared him a little since you had entrusted him with your parrot while you were on a long trip.

-`♡´-After hours and hours of walking around and whining and shaking a bowl of food to call them, he found them very well hidden in the Dawn Winery, specifically behind an armchair.

-`♡´-They had stolen some of his shirts and a scarf that you made for him, cuddling lovingly, being in the warmth of each other

-`♡´-Diluc did not have the heart to separate them and take away their little love nest, since he had remembered you and himself, so he simply left them there as soon as he saw them, leaving them alone in their little place.

-`♡´-When you returned he told you what happened which made you laugh and smile because of the adorableness of the situation.

-`♡´-A small fleeting idea also came to mind

-`♡´-It was the day of your wedding with Diluc, his hawk sat proudly on his shoulder with a black bow tie tied gently around his neck, just as elegant as the young master who was with a confident face on the outside because he was fainting. of the nerves

-`♡´-Soon the doors of the church opened, revealing you, dressed in a beautiful dress, a small veil fell from you and your hands held a bouquet of many flowers and on your shoulder was your parrot with an equally veiled nicer than yours

-`♡´-As soon as they both gave each other the kiss that would seal them in holy matrimony, the birds also gave each other a ''kiss'' on their beaks, the young master Diluc and you would love each other for the rest of your life the same. that his hawk and your parrot

(making evident here how much I love and adore Diluc, my little one deserves the world)

[marinafanning]

some percy jackson incorrect quotes for you

reyna: I eat cheerios because they’re heart healthy. reyna: And my heart has been severely damaged, so jason, if you’re out there—

percy: If any person here knows of any just cause or impediment why these two should not be joined together in holy matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace. rachel: Yes! I do. One of the partners is already married! They married me three years ago. And don’t let them deny it! I’ve got the marriage certificate to prove it! hazel turns around to face them rachel: Oh… sorry. Wrong church.

piper and percy are fighting frank, taking aspirin: I have a headache! Can you guys just be cool?! piper and percy start fighting while wearing sunglasses and riding skateboards

calypso: Why are you drinking? reyna: I drink when I'm depressed. calypso: But you're always drinking? reyna: smug grin

nico: annabeth is off at an appointment, so while they’re gone, I’m going to cut the sleeves off all of my shirts. frank: Why? nico: They’re like 90% of my impulse control.

frank: How does one turn their emotions off? piper: Okay, so first go to settings. piper: I'm a fucking idiot, I thought that said emojis at first. frank: No, I'm still willing to try this, go ahead. I'm at settings, what do I do next?

nico: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'little shit’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’.

will: piper, I think we have a problem. piper: What, the fire? will: No, the- wait, what fire? piper: Oh forget about it, this sounds more interesting.

leo, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?! frank: …What does that even mean?!

percy: What time is it? grover: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out grover: BLASTS the saxaphone calypso: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING grover: It’s 2 am

rachel: See, the problem is, hazel, you’re playing 3D chess. I’m playing 4D. hazel: I’m playing checkers. I don’t know what the fuck you’re playing.

piper: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it. percy: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

piper, ordering Starbucks: Hey, I just got my heart broken, what do you recommend? annabeth, who’s running the drive thru: … annabeth: Tequila.

annabeth: I wouldn’t wish that upon my worse enemy! annabeth: Unless of course. . We’re talking about my enemy, rachel. Fuck you rachel, you know what you did!

rachel: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

juniper: I didn't drink that much last night. hazel: You were flirting with grover. juniper: So what? They're my partner. hazel: You asked if they were single. hazel: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

juniper: If I fall… piper: I’ll be there to catch you. calypso: looks at percy What if I fall? percy: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side. rachel: watches these two interactions rachel, to annabeth: And if I fall? annabeth: I’ll be the one who pushed you.

thalia: If you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I am not. I am out there, very dangerous, and I am looking for you. Good luck.

percy: That's ridiculous, annabeth doesn't have a crush on me. will: Yes they do. juniper: Yes they do. annabeth: Yes I do.

[bad-tf-fic-ideas]

(150) Regency AU, but everyone is still a robot. Chromedome and Rewind aim to get married within the year, but they're both hiding wild skeletons in the closet. Rewind, you see, is not actually a land owning gentleman: he's a scandalously elevated servant who is, super duper technically, impersonating his late not-exactly-a-legal-husband. And Chromedome is a land owning gentleman, sure, but... he's already married. To, like, three other people. In Regency AU style, though, they have to be married by banns—a declaration read out at the Church of Primus every Sunday for several weeks, which gives anyone who knows why these two robots should not be joined in holy matrimony the opportunity to lodge a protest.

There are many, many possible reasons why these two robots should not be joined in holy matrimony. Both Chromedome and Rewind have mustered all their friends and allies to try to prevent, um, certain truths coming to public light. They are going to be married. They're gonna. They're GONNA.

[kooki914]

What do you think will Toriel's relationship with Mrs. Holiday be like? A foil situation maybe? It's kind of strange that for a family so closely tied to the Dreemurr Toriel never has talked about any of them. Wonder what she actually thinks about Noelle?

All good questions, honestly! I believe Toriel isn't really the type to seek out super close friendships with people to begin with (her friendship with Sans seems to almost be an accident in both worlds), and Rudy mentions how their families have drifted apart over the years. I feel like part of this can be attributed to her and Asgore's divorce (as him and Rudy are close, breaking up with Asgore probably made stuff awkward between Toriel and Rudy), but another part is also Dess' disappearance I think (her and Asriel were close, and it's been hinted that after she disappeared, Kris stopped hanging out with Noelle too, and it might've given the parents less incentive to stay in touch with each other overall).

On the question on mayor Holiday and Toriel specifically, I DO kind of see them as foils already? Toriel is a smothering and loving parent while mayor Holiday is strict and cold. The one thing they have in common is they're both reactionary (Noelle being afraid her mother would take away her console if she saw her crying over a game, contrasted to Toriel taking Asriel to church every day for a week because of a first kiss), and they both seem to have a need for control over nearly everything. With mayor Holiday it's not even subtle, while with Toriel it's less overtly "control freak" vibes and more specifically someone who's so used to having all responsibility on her shoulders alone, that she doesn't even notice she's doing it to herself most of the time.

If they were to be proper foils, I'd like if it were an extension of the themes around freedom and control, honestly, and not even in the parental sense. Deltarune seems like it has a lot to say on free will vs predeterminism, and I think marriage - holy matrimony - is an interesting vessel to explore that through. Toriel as someone who ended her marriage for personal reasons, which can be misconstrued as selfish if you don't take into account her feelings and needs as a person, contrasted to mayor Holiday who seems to have an iron grip on her family's dynamic, which can be misconstrued as people-oriented if we fail to take into account the effects that has on Noelle and Rudy (and possibly even Dess when she was around). The Holiday household seems pretty toxic, with Rudy constantly in the role of mediator, Noelle in the (psychological) role of "adaptive child" (see The Entire Snowgrave Route for why that's horrendous), and mayor Holiday seemingly in the role of judge, jury and executioner.

Basically, Toriel as someone who liberated herself and mayor Holiday as someone who refuses to let others be liberated, sort of. A hint of it can even be seen in how they treat someone like Asgore. Toriel privately shittalks him but isn't really cruel to him to his face (which gives him the wrong idea, sadly), while mayor Holiday is "lenient" with his rent payment while being clearly cold and cruel about his personal plights. Toriel is someone who wants to move on and make as little of a mess as she does so, while mayor Holiday could be someone who prioritises a "safe" stasis over any kind of change to the detriment of everyone around her. Toriel is "mean" but empathetic, mayor Holiday is "giving" but cruel - possibly another commentary about how being "nice" isn't always a good thing, how some people do it out of necessity (Toriel) while others do it as a manipulative tactic (mayor Holiday), and how overall issues are always more complicated than they seem. More complicated than someone who, say, just tells you to "sell more flowers" would think they are, based on her limited willingness to see from anyone else's point of view.

(This is offtopic but this is really interesting symbolism to me: if we look at Asgore giving people flowers as a metaphor for giving people love and attention, *selling* more flowers wouldn't even directly help him, in a narrative sense. He's giving Toriel flowers and she keeps throwing them away, EVERYONE does, because they fundamentally don't need or want them. Asgore is someone the community doesn't need anymore, and the mayor's solution to that is "put a price on it", because to her (I speculate) ALL relationships are transactional. She thinks his problem is that he's TOO loving, that he's TOO giving, rather than that hes throwing his love into an endless black hole that will never return the gesture. Anyway, that's enough rambling about Asgore on a Toriel post, sorry!)

Oh, and I nearly forgot to answer: I don't think Toriel would have particularly strong feelings towards Noelle? Toriel's nice to every kid she knows, but I think the inverse, what Noelle thinks of Toriel, is a more interesting question. Knowing Noelle's issues with mother figures, does she see Toriel as aspirational, or does she think Toriel is faking it and using kindness as manipulation (like mayor Holiday may be prone to doing)? Is Noelle weary of Kris' mom, hence not coming over to their house often, or is she nostalgic about the bond their families had and remembers Toriel more like an aunt than a mother? Since we know she's scared of her mom, is she vaguely hoping her own parents will separate, or did Toriel set a "bad precedent" in her eyes and she dreads her family being pulled apart further? All very very interesting questions, in my opinion, and I hope we see more of the Holiday/Dreemurr dynamics as the story goes on.

[talonabraxas]

"The Holy Spirit is the Fire of Pentecost or the fire of the Holy Spirit called Kundalini by the Hindus, the igneous serpent of our magical powers, Holy Fire symbolized by Gold..." - Samael Aun Weor, The Perfect Matrimony

The Church of the Holy Spirit

The church of the Holy Spirit is the church of Thyatira; this is the church of the heart. The priest who demands payment for a wedding ceremony commits a tremendous sacrilege, because a wedding is a ceremony that concerns the Holy Spirit, a wedding is a mystery of the heart; therefore, to make of the heart a business is same as to make of the Holy Spirit a business.

Those who make of the sacrament of marriage a commerce, profane in a horribly way the mysteries of the Holy Spirit. Love must not be bought nor sold because to do such thing is to commit a serious crime against the Holy Spirit.

“Wherefore I say unto you, all manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men: but the blasphemy against the Holy Spirit shall not be forgiven unto men.” - Matthew 12:31

The one who commits suicide sins against the Holy Spirit, because the Holy Spirit gives us life through love and sex.

When the soul of those who take their physical life by their own hand is reborn again, they get a pleasing life in their new physical body, yet they die against their will; this is their punishment.

The Judas-like person who betrays the Master, sins against the Holy Spirit because of his ingratitude, since the love of the Master abides in the church of the heart and the fires of the heart control the Kundalini. The Kundalini develops, evolves, and progresses according to the merits of the heart.

So, the ascent of the Kundalini is very slow and difficult; because, each vertebra demands certain conditions of sanctity; this is the terror of Love and Law. Thus, one single seminal ejaculation is enough in order for the Kundalini to descend one or more vertebrae. Afterwards, it is very difficult to recover the lost degrees related with those vertebrae; this is the punishment for the weak.

The man is one column and the woman is the other column of the temple of the living God. The two columns of the temple of the Holy Spirit are terribly divine. The man is the expansive principle, the woman is the attractive principle; the key of redemption is found in the union of both. Love is nourished with love; the kiss is the mystical consecration of two souls who adore each other. While in the supreme trance of love we forget about the theories of men.

The sexual act becomes the consubstantiation of love within the psychosexual human realism. Man is strength, woman is sweetness.

Peter has the keys to heaven. Peter means rock, that rock is sex, and Sexual Magic is the key of Heaven. Upon the rock (sex) we must edify the church for our “I Am.”

Self-realization is impossible without the magic of love. Whosoever learns how to love will be transformed into a God; Sex is the philosophical stone, the cubic stone of Yesod. Man and woman sexually united become as Gods. It is better to love than to theorize.

Goethe said, “Every theory is gray, and only the tree of the golden fruits of life is green.”

A home with playful children, a good garden, and a good wife are more valuable to a man than the cluster of theories from all the spiritualist schools of the world; a strong, loving, pure, and noble husband is more valuable to a woman than all the libraries of the world, because with the sacred fire of the Holy Spirit we become as Gods, yet, with theories we just become intellectual scoundrels.

Blessed be love, blessed be the beings who adore each other.

[dyed-red]

happy ww! <3 if sam and dean don't get together until they are older, what do you think that looks like for them? how they come to realize their feelings, how they act on/address them, how they even begin to broach the subject with the other?

I have this view of late seasons sam and dean as incredibly settled and comfortable with themselves and each other in this regard, in a way that simply is not / was not possible when they were younger. Both because youth is tumultuous and learning to be okay with yourself takes time and experience, but also because your first apocalypse is a cataclysm, and your tenth is old hat.

Not only that, but through their various journeys together, particularly after s8 when we see them resolve their "infidelities" and commit to one other (in holy matrimony in that church), they have a level of trust in their bond that is different. It's tested in s9 with the lying/possession and then the attempt at distance following that, but reaffirmed from the s9 finale all through s10 with sam's willingness to damn the world (and die himself) for dean.

Which means that if they don't get together until they're "older", which I'm going to interpret here as late seasons or at least after s10, then i think it looks like a weirdly healthy and comfortable journey given that it's fraternal incest with enmeshed codependency and the fate of the world as collateral damage.

in their earlier years, there's this real fear of 'losing' each other, which comes in many forms but which includes the potential to do something so egregious as to alienate themselves from the other. this means that there is this possibility, real or imagined, that hangs over them, that if they admit or act on this (potentially unrequited because neither is testing if the other feels the same) attraction, they could damage their brotherhood. they have something huge to lose and feel a real potential to lose it. even if they trust the other won't abandon them over an attraction they didn't necessarily choose if it were to be discovered and unrequited -- and that trust itself is hard and fraught -- then it would still complicate and disgust and alienate, or so they would be likely to believe, at least in this mental scenario of them feeling attracted but not acting on it until they're older.

i suppose there are other scenarios, where they don't realize or experience that attraction yet, although that feels unlikelier to me, and it makes more sense to my mind that the attraction wouldn't suddenly manifest when they're older, but would be there the whole time, if latent and not even that important (because nothing is so important as their bond, and sexual and/or romantic attraction just isn't the most critical thing about how they feel toward each other).

but by a certain point, they've done so much worse to and for each other, and been through so much together and for each other, that worrying about this as if it's a huge dark evil secret would eventually start to feel almost childish. it would still enervate while hidden and unspoken, but it wouldn't feel like this damning thing in the same way, and i think would become an unspoken but obvious understanding between them.

meaning that by the time it slips from unspoken to spoken, it would be almost incidental or accidental, a quirk of 'oh we're acknowledging that now?' and a tension of 'are we sliding into that territory for real?'. It would still involve some potentially nervewracking navigating, but less on the "oh shit he knows oh fuck" side of exposure, and more on the "so what the fuck does this look like and is it worth it to explore knowing it could go wrong or is it better to keep things how we have them know, which is pretty damn good actually". It's a more mature and complex discussion, even if a silent and internal discussion, and a little less "throw overselves over this cliff and see what happens".

i like late season domestic era first time. i like to think that in a certain way, it feels like a foregone conclusion to them, and a bit like coming home, and a bit like "finally". <3

[aoioozora]

I just listened to Eres Mía by Romeo Santos and I can't help but imagine Alejandro crashing your forced wedding with this boring ass man you don't even love because he's the heir of some conglomerate that would save your family from financial ruin

Priest goes as he looks at the wedding guests, "Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

And Alejandro just dramatically bursts through the closed doors of the chapel, shouting, "I object!"

His voice echoes in the church and your head snaps towards the door of the church, your eyes wide. Gasps are heard from the wedding guests and the entire room is whispering and looking sideways at each other. Your groom's parents are confused by the interruption while your parents are enraged that your piss poor (middle-class, really) boyfriend who they made you break up with beforehand was interrupting this very important ceremony

But Alejandro doesn't give a rats ass about them or anyone else because his eyes are on you. Your eyes are on him too, filling with tears, almost begging him to save you from this traumatizing ordeal

"I love her and she loves me!" he announced, "If any of you even care, she was forced to marry him!"

More gasps from the guests. Marriage was a union supposed to be mutual! Your groom and his family weren't aware of you being forced and they look at your parents, who are red-faced in anger at this declaration.

You throw down your bouquet and lift the skirts of your wedding dress as you run down from the altar and down the aisle to the real love of your life. He catches you and puts his arms around your waist and lifts you up while you wrap yours around his neck, pulling him into a slow, passionate kiss. Oh, it is utterly soul-satisfying to you and your dear Alejandro; how many months of pain, sorrow, and tears had followed the breakup and how relieving it was to finally kiss him again, feel his arms around your waist, and your hands in his hair, your bodies meshed together like you were soulmates.

Your groom feels a twinge as he sees the two of you kiss, for he actually really did like you. But he knew you didn't reciprocate and was hoping to win you, but all his hopes were dashed right in front of his eyes. You could care less, because your eternal happiness was at stake.

All is pin drop silent as Alejandro pulls away from the magnetic, intoxicating kiss. He raises his head and announces to the entire gathering as his arm remains tight around you, "She is mine!"

He then lifts you in his arms bridal style and runs out of the chapel, saving you from a lifetime of misery and carrying you to eternal joy.

I want to scream!!!!!!

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Narrator: Claire also loves a good family round up, with the year she's had she must tell everyone all about it. The lady has finally married off her on-the-shelf daughter AND has 5 grandbabies about to join the family in the coming new year - the world must know.

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Hi all, Claire here!

This past year has been full of examples of the Lord’s everlasting goodness, and we are so undeserving but nevertheless grateful! The Lord has seen it fit to bless us in so many ways! If I sit here and start writing them down this might be hundreds of pages long, so I’m going to tell you about a few.

This year has been filled with homeschooling, homemaking, and music - lots and lots of music. Conner and Jarrett graduate high school this spring, bringing an end to 27 years of homeschooling for me. How time has flown! They’ve grown into such wonderful young men and it makes this mama’s heart proud to see the men they’re going to continue to grow into! 27 years ago little Carter was my only student, with the rest of the kids following suit as they grew. At it’s peak I had 8/10 kids actively being taught, that season of life was organised chaos, but leaning on the Lord brought us all out the other side to praise him for his goodness.

This year has also been full of babies! This summer Kristyn gave birth to her second child, a boy she and Gregory named Wyatt. Wyatt joins older sister Kayla (2) and the happy parents at their home in Oasis Springs where they all joyfully serve the Lord as a family.

On the heels of her sister’s birth announcement, Sabrina and Tucker announced to to us that they’re expecting another blessing next spring! This baby shall join older brother Campbell (1) and is already so loved!

Almost a few weeks after the above announcement, Alan and his wife Tessa announced that they’re expecting and that its twins! These babies will be joining the family in the spring, soon after their cousin.

Not to be outdone by his siblings, Jarrod and Madison also announced that they’re expecting twins! I could’ve fainted right then and there! This makes 5 new grandbabies on the way in the new year!

The Lord has blessed the music ministry at Newcrest Baptist, we’ve had the pleasure to host music camps yearly where we’ve helped many to learn how to use music to praise the Lord. Our church choir has a travelling sector that will be invited to sing at various revivals, camp meetings, and hymn sings, so it’s been such an enriching time travelling with them and getting to sing the Lord’s praises.

Our family has been growing in more ways than one! Earlier this year Celeste met a young man named Reid Robbins. Reid comes from a Godly family in Northbury that we’ve had the pleasure of getting to know. Their relationship has been written by the Lord from the very beginning, they grew their friendship by challenging each other in their individual walks with the Lord, where soon after they started praying about each other. Soon after Reid was at our door asking to court our daughter! They’ve been such wonderful examples of respecting your parents and glorifying the Lord. Parents, let this be an example to show that raising your children in the way of the Lord is always the right way! We closed out the year celebrating their union in marriage with the Lord’s blessings, how great it is to see our children be joined in holy matrimony with the one that the Lord has for them! As we enter this new year, my the Lord bless and keep you all in his eternal memory!

Love,

Claire for the Paulsons

[mintymarabell]

A wedding day.

Honestly, he has the world record for the fastest planned wedding that still looked good and was crazy expensive.

Your veil is huge.. think of prince harries wedding and how beautiful Meghan’s veil was. 

The gown/suit you wear is beautiful, with diamonds and silver lining it.

Because technically your family from earth probably thinks your dead, you’ll most likely have an older yautja walk you down the isle to hand you off, this is only if you don’t want to walk alone.

The older yautja will be older than your mate and will most definitely treat you as if you were his own after finding out his purpose for walking you.. Peepaw..

The little flower girl will be this cute yautja who’s just happy to be there and will gladly run down an isle and throw flower pedals on the ground.

Your elders son is suddenly panicking because his suit pants have a whole in the pocket from his claws and your rings are gone, he’ll be frantically looking around while your elder gradually walks up behind him, grabs him by the shoulder all friendly like and asks. “Son, what are you looking for.”

This poor kid will start crying, still fearful of his dad he’ll eventually find the rings and be out of breath on his knees thanking paya.

The son will be the best man.

A group of elite females will be your bridesmaids.

Your wedding song will be Turning Page instrumental.

You’ll walk down the isle with your arm interlocked with the older yautjas.

Your mate will stop breathing, drinking you in as if you were a glass of water on a hot day.

He will fall in love with you all over again.

As you come up and the older yautja walks to his seat your mate will watch you get into place in front of him.

His massive clawed hands coming up to lift your veil.

If it weren’t for his son behind him, he was sure he was gonna pass out.

You looked astonishing.

He held your hands as the priest rambled on. It was a human they had kidnapped just for this occasion.

He couldn’t care to pay attention as he focused on you and only you.

He was in pure disbelief, you were going to be his. His to cherish, love, care for.

The priest began. As he called your name. “Do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in (holy) matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live, till death do you part?”

He wasn’t sure why but he held his breath again, as if you’d say no.

“I do.”

If he could smile, he would.

As the priest said the same spiel again for him he was eager for him to finish.

“-till death do you part?” The priest finished.

“I do.” He spoke, with no hesitation.

The priest nodded, the elders son coming up with the rings. You went first, sticking the ring on his ring finger. Then he very carefully put yours on. (He almost dropped it bc it was too small for him to hold.)

The priest gave a nervous smile, “You may now kiss the bride/groom.”

Your elder looked at the priest as if he just killed his dog.

The priest stammered. “The bride/groom may kiss the groom!”

He watched you chuckle, slightly tugging him down by his arms so you could kiss his cheek.

He was happy. Happy because you were officially his, in human terms.

He carried you out of the ‘church’ in his arms.

At the reception the cake is huge. I’m talking two story house massive. Your mate laughed when you looked at the cake awestruck.

As you cut the cake you take the time to put a bit of one of his mandibles, almost laughing when he struggled to get it. He will in turn put a huge dollop on your nose which if you can lick it off he’ll give you a dirty good.

Honeymoon:

He most likely takes you to a beautiful moon like atmosphere island, where there are beautiful blue lakes and mountains with green fields and alien flowers.

Y’all get frisky in the lake 100%.

Probably in the field too.

By time you get back home you are both sore to the bone.

He takes a few months off of work and instead dedicates all of his time to you, rightfully worshiping your body and the ground you walk on.

P.s

You now have a step son and a new dad. ;)