#confession 411

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#411

"For decades I'd thought Trip and Reed were the same character. It was only recently when I saw a screencap of the two of them in the same frame that I went "There's TWO of them??!!"

They look exactly the same, guys."

[rededgecitycouncil]

Jeremy is sexy -- anon @jayfellows

[stxneflxwers]

stormfront.

⋯⁂ Summary: watching storms from the safety of your own home can be relaxing, but getting stuck in one when in the middle of nowhere doesn’t have many benefits… but with him, he has that chance to make it worthwhile…or worthless.

⋯⁂ a/n: ty to my bbg for providing this idea. it was very fun to write! enjoy!

⋯⁂ w.c: 411 (albedo). 500 (neuvillette). 618 (freminet). 559 (cyno).

⋯⁂ characters: albedo. neuvillette. freminet. cyno. gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw: storms: snowstorm (albedo), thunderstorm (neuvillette, freminet), sandstorm (cyno.) forced close proximity (all). pre-relationship (all). hurt/comfort (neuvillette + freminet). reader is an adventurer, reader gets injured (neuvillette). confessions, one forehead kiss, hugging (freminet). cyno + reader are coworkers. puns, kissing (cyno).

Albedo

⋯⁂ Snowstorms are something Albedo has long since adjusted to. Hiking Dragonspine often forces you to always be on your toes—lest you get caught up in an avalanche or snowstorm. Like right now! Thankfully, before anything worse could happen, he pulled you right into a small cave.

⋯⁂ But now… Your face is burning with embarrassment and anxiety with how close he's forced to stand next to you. Yet his face is only written with concern for your safety. And a light shade of curiosity.

⋯⁂ "Are you alright?" He asks with a soft murmur, your name sounds so sweet on his tongue.

"Uhm, uh— mhm!" You would nod if there was enough space, but there's so little of it that you might knock your head into his. "Super great, Bedo." You mutter bashfully, eyes darting away as you nibble on your bottom lip.

He notices this quicker than you like, and even brings it to light, "Are you sure? You look very nervous." He points out, completely oblivious.

"Ah, Bedo…" You laugh awkwardly.

"Yes?" He queries, enraptured by your bashful state.

"Are all boys this dumb…?" You whisper to yourself.

He hears that but says nothing. Instead, he ponders upon it, wondering what it could mean… Is he as dumb as you think he is? Hardly. He knows for a fact that he's…not dumb, at the very least. So, what is he missing? Socializing is very tough for him, but you normally don't pose much of a threat or trouble. So, this behavior is all very…new.

⋯⁂ He tests out a new…"experiment", his head suddenly landing on your shoulder as if he feels tired. You gasp, your face growing even hotter, leagues more than before. You give him a stiff pat on the back.

"A-Are you tired?" You mutter, voice now smaller.

"A bit." He tries to lie through his teeth. It works, somehow.

"Alright, well…" You sputter, "…I can't help with that, sorry." You quickly give in.

"All is well." He sighs, finding your shoulder a rather comfortable place to be. So, he doesn't even think about moving.

Soon enough, you relax—your shoulder that acts as Albedo's pillow eases up, becoming more comfortable and softer. While you keep an eye on the snowstorm that rages on next to you, he rests a little… He can't help but be lulled into dreamland by your warmth and softness.

…He's going to have to run extra tests on this at a later time.

Neuvillette

⋯⁂ Today has been a rough day for you both. It feels like it's one thing after another in quick succession—much quicker than for either of your or his comfort. But he seems a lot more adjusted to it than you… Keyword: seems. In actuality, he doesn't let you know how the wear and tear on his heart is ripping him apart bit by bit.

⋯⁂ You had specifically requested his help with some…"negotiations." After much convincing, he caved in. Even at first, he didn't want to keep saying no to your begging face. Now? He's relieved he gave in to your pleas for help, or else you might be worse for wear right now.

⋯⁂ Snug in his arms, your weak and cold body shivers in his grasp while he charges through the powerful storm. For once, he wonders if the storm is his own doing or not this time. It most likely is—only causing him to feel even more regret for not being there for you in time. When he saw you on your side curled up on the ground, after getting knocked down by the enemy while he was distracted by the other… That's when the storm began to brew.

⋯⁂ He then finally finds a small cave, right as thunder cracks and lightning strikes all around. On a split-second decision, he tucks you and himself away in the rather cramped opening. Right now, it's better than risking getting struck by lightning.

⋯⁂ His grasp on you tightens a little bit as he whispers an apology, cooing your name sweetly as if you had just died. You weren't dead, for the record. Cold, wet, weak; sure, but not dead. And you weren't dying any time soon, either…

When you finally wake up, you're immediately met with the sad lilac eyes that belong to him. You let out a soft, "Huh…?" in response to his depressed figure.

"Neuvi…" He'll never get tired of hearing that cute little nickname you gave him so long ago, "Wh-what's wrong…?" You sputter out, voice as weak as the rest of your body.

"Nothing." He says a little too firmly. You don't fall for his poor attempt at a facade.

"There's something wrong, silly…" You mutter, barely managing to shift your body enough to rest fully against his chest. "You can tell me, y'know…?" You sigh when your cheek meets his surprisingly warm chest.

"I…" He starts, eyes laden with the fatigue from his own heavy thoughts. "I should've been there for you sooner…" He confesses, his body drooping in response, but never once does he let up on holding you tighter than before. "I know how fragile humans are… What if you—"

"No what ifs, silly Neuvi. I'm here now, aren't I? All thanks to you." You smile, like the solitary sun in his dark, cloudy mind. "…Be kinder to yourself." You allow your eyes to flutter shut, curling up against him for more warmth.

And when he smiles back, the rain begins to finally lighten.

Freminet

⋯⁂ Today was meant to be such a sunny day—no rain, no thunder, and surely no lightning. That's what Freminet read in the forecast this morning, at least. Low chance of precipitation, decent humidity, and sunny skies with little to no clouds… Good weather all around. He didn't always trust the weather forecast and today has only solidified the idea that he should never trust it.

⋯⁂ The thunderstorm chases you both out of the scenic waters of Fontaine—the sky now painted with dark clouds and heavy rain. You both know better than to swim out in the lake when there's lightning. Who knows what could happen if you stick around…

⋯⁂ He sighs, standing at the shore of the lake—his frustrated tears threatening to spill and mix with the rain that dribbles down his freckled face. He calls out, "Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don't cry!" He pleas, knowing that it's all fruitless only serves to make him even more upset. Sure, he's all grown up now, but he can't help but cling to that remaining shred of hope.

⋯⁂ You're the one who has to drag him away from the shores, your hands tight around his shoulders as you both charge away. Spotting a small opening in a cliff, you pull him into it and grant him a warm embrace. You rub his back—squeezing him as well to help him come back down to earth. In the past, you noticed that having some pressure on his body helps his emotional spikes settle down.

⋯⁂ He sighs, his body drooping, relaxing from your snug hold. His own hands wander, sliding up your back and clutching the back of your shirt. His forehead finds a comfortable spot on your shoulder, allowing himself to finish crying from the frustrating event.

"I'm sorry… The weather isn't always this bad, I swear…" He mutters to you.

"It's okay, Freminet, you can't predict the weather every time, you know?" You smile serenely, even if he can't see it. But, he can feel it—he can see that sweet grin in his head. It brings him so much relief that he feels a little sleepy.

"A-Alright… Let's…let's try again some other time…?" He sputters out, finally lifting his head to look at you in the eyes—a gesture he still struggles with. His eyes dart away at first before he manages to force himself to lock gazes with you.

"I'd be more than happy to." You nod, giving him a brief squeeze that makes him squeak. You giggle, "So cute—"

"I love you."

He blurts this out, his mouth hanging agape for a solid moment or two as if he hasn't realized what he just said. When it dawns on him, he blushes furiously and his hands fly to his face, covering his burning cheeks.

You break out into a fit of giggles. His heart sinks. Are you laughing at him? He wonders how pathetic he is to you for saying something so nonsensical—even if it's true.

"I love you too, Fremi." You grin, your own cheeks heating up several degrees higher. You press a sweet, chaste kiss against his forehead, the only accessible place on his face right now. "My cute little dove…" You coo, pulling his hands away to get a better look at his flustered expression.

His eyes are shut tight and his lips thinner from his even tighter frown. When he registers your reciprocation, he gasps. His eyes fly wide open and his mouth parts slightly.

"I… I…" He mutters, unable to look away from you.

"Shhh… It's okay…" You pull him into another hug, keeping him warm.

He is so loved and cared for. And one day you hope he can see that, too.

Cyno

⋯⁂ You're coworkers, very close ones. Yes, this means you—on occasion—go do your duties together. This, sometimes, can be downright insufferable. You love the weirdo, you really do. But either he's taking things too seriously or too lightly… You swear his brain has no gauge—it's a pendulum instead.

⋯⁂ Today was more frustrating than usual, though. Your shared target consistently gets away from both of you—dragging out this mission a lot longer than it needs to be. Cyno hasn't talked much, either. You repeatedly wonder if he's starting to hate you—or maybe he's as frustrated as you are. But, then again, what if he's frustrated with you in particular? You're not sure how well you’re doing your job right now. These thoughts flood your mind again and again.

⋯⁂ At some point, you get thrown into the desert landscape alongside the General. The fresh footsteps led here, so now where's the culprit? There's no sight of the criminal anywhere—making Cyno hiss under his breath. He says you two should search a little further, you comply with a quiet nod.

⋯⁂ Even after much searching, you feel inclined to give in for the day. But, you know Cyno, he never gives in to crime no matter what. He's stubborn as a mule with…just about everything he does. Bad jokes included. Then, with no warning, he grabs your hand and storms away into a small cave. Right as you enter, you see a sandstorm kick up right outside. You groan.

⋯⁂ "Sorry, I haven't been my best today…" You sigh, eyes laden with self-disappointment as you lean back against the stony wall.

"No worries." He assures you, and he doesn't even sound remotely irritated, either. "It is Windsday after all." He says, his face as serious as his rather monotone voice.

"What does Wednesday have to do with anything…?" You ask, sparing him a confused look that has your mouth parting a little.

"Oh, you don't get it." He blinks, shrugging, "A sandstorm's favorite day is Windsday. Wednesday. Windsday." He clarifies with the utter lack of expression.

"…" You stay silent for a moment before pinching the bridge of your nose and groaning. "Thank you, Cyno, very funny." You smile at him, it's the best you can give him right now. It is a funny joke, but you're so frustrated with yourself and the world right now that it hardly means anything.

"I agree." He nods; you can see a twinkle of pride in his red eyes, "I will tell more to pass the time." He affirms, already dead-set on entertaining you.

"Oh boy…" You whisper to yourself, but let him have his way anyway.

You smile with every passing joke he comes up with—you're not sure where he's pulling most of these from, but he's a little too good at it…

As the storm rages on and he's told probably a hundred jokes by now, you throw your hands up in the air at the peak of your frustration. You grab his face and smash your lips against his, causing him to gasp and his eyes to blow wide. You let go of him, a proud smirk on your face.

"Want to know how flowers kiss?" You grin, "With their tulips!" You answer before he can even register the kiss.

When he does, he lets out the loudest, ugliest laugh you've ever seen from him.

[rwby-confess]

Confession #411

[tdlosk-confessions]

I saw someone on here say that Kusuke and L would be good friends and I RAISE YOU! Kokomi and L with the Misa and L type dynamic.

The only differences are

Less murder

The whole 'Misa and L dynamic' is only on the outside. Internally they're both doing Light and L levels of internal planning except it's for social situations.

Kokomi, verbally: Where did you get this cake L?

Kokomi, mentally: Perfect. Someone as rich as him wouldn't be able to understand the ins and outs of where to find the perfect cake, allowing me to make the perfect disappointed face to carefully show my disapproval.

L, verbally: Oh, My butler made it this morning. Where do you normally get cake?

L, mentally: Clever trap, Teruhashi, but you'll need to be better than that. How will you parry this? What can you say that won't make you sound cheap compared to me saying my butler made it fresh today?

Saiki, watching them hang out while invisible: What the fuck is going on.

[Confession 411]

[onceuponalegendbg-rwby]

V6 confession: I'm still not sure why Blake couldn't have included her 411 on Adam's semblance during the Brunswick farm shed convo. I mean, besides 'forewarned is forearmed (argh)', does this imply that if not for the info (and Adam conveniently giving them breather time for those lines) Yang would've just amped his blade then wound up ker-sliced again (for keeps)?

It wasn’t relevant at Brunswick. Blake didn’t know that Adam was following her, so there wasn’t a need at that moment. She thought he’d run off back to the Fang (and I don’t remember if Blake even knew Sienna had been murdered at that point or not). Plus she was focused on trying to mend her relationship with Yang in that moment, because they were in a very uncertain place which the Apathy were (without the team’s knowledge) only making worse.

Where would she have fit that info in? “He used to get into my head, make me feel small. But now I see he just wanted to drag me down to his level. Btw his semblance works just like yours except he absorbs the hits through his sword. Oh and I’m not going anywhere.”

From a writing perspective it just wouldn’t have flowed in the conversation they were having, but also that just wasn’t what was on Blake’s mind. I’m sure if she’d known Adam was actively stalking her at the moment she would have given Yang and her team a heads up but she didn’t know.

[bakugokemkatsuki]

I "Hate" You Pt. 2

Kenma Kozume (Haikyu) x Reader (GN)

**This is part 2 to I "Hate" You **Warning(s): Cussing **Genre: Fluff **Word Count: 411 **Key: Talking Kenma You Lev

A week after talking to Bokuto you decided to put or plan to confess in action. Today was the last practice before the qualifying tournaments started. All week you had been careful not to pick fights with Kenma. He figured it was just the tournament causing you to loosen up. Today was no different, you were extra nice to everyone and brought them cookies as a good luck snack. After practice you stayed behind with Kuroo telling him you knew about his talks with Bokuto and asking him for help with your plan to confess. After telling him the plan Kuroo agreed to help and went and got the items you needed.

-TimeSkip Next Day-

You were nervous. Should you confess? Was this really the right time? Kuroo noticed and reassured you that it would go well. After winning there matches to move on to the finals Kuroo called them into a team talk while you slipped out to put the plan in motion. You changed into Kenma’s other jersey and got out this new game he had been wanting and a sign that read “Kenma, you like video games, I like you. Can I be your player 2?”. You heard the team break knowing that was your cue, they were about to leave. You waited butterflies flooding your stomach as the team came out into the hall of the gym. Lev noticed and started yelling. “OMG KENMA LOOK, its Y/N!” Kenma looked up from his phone. He stopped and the whole team was staring at you two at this point. Kenma laughed a soft sweet sound before responding; “I didn’t know you were so cheesy Y/N…”. He then noticed his extra jersey on you and his face went beet red. “Shit… I’m sorry Kenma. I told you this was a stupid idea, Kuroo. You were wrong and now I look stupid.” You say frustrated and embarrassed as tears filled your eyes. “Wait Y/N… I um…. I like you too.” “Really?” “Yea… sorry I just struggle with emotions. Wanna go back to my house and play the new game… player 2?” “Yes!” You and Kenma walk back to his house together in a comfortable silence. Suddenly Kenma spoke; “Um Y/n… could you maybe wear that to the game tomorrow? I think it will bring the team luck… and um… you look really good in it.” “Sure, thing Kenma. Anything for you.” After that you guys played video games into the night.

[confessxcheese4tcc]

don’t call me a hoe also i say that because we literally are a community based off bad actions

no reason for blade to be nice he’s doing it pointlessly it’s weird. and ‘to make people feel good’ isn’t a good answer

CONFESSION #411

[khaleesikels]

I wanted to send my crazy Throne of Glass/ACOTAR/Crescent City into the universe. Enjoy!

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My Theories- Throne of Glass/ACOTAR/Crescent City:

Kingdom of Ash- Worlds Overlapping

• Mala only held out a hand. In it lay a kernel of white-hot power. A fallen star. “Take it One last gift to my bloodline.” …Chapter 98, Page 794

o This is giving Starborn? Or, at least, a hellacious coincidence to Theia’s line?

• She was falling. Falling and being thrown. The Wyrdgate sealed behind her, and yet she was not home. As it closed, all worlds overlapped… Chapter 99, Page 799

o This almost makes it sound like the worlds did not previously overlap…?

Queen of Shadows- Thoughts on the Bone Carver/ Old Gods

• “Seems like this god of truth,” Aedion called from his wall, “was more of a Sin-Eater than anything. You should read some of the things people wrote- all the horrible things they did. I think this was a place for them to be buried, and to confess on the bones of other sinners.” …Chapter 50, Page 411

o “These aren’t ordinary catacombs,” Rowan said, setting down his torch. “This was a temple.” Indeed, alters, benches, and even a dark reflection pool lay in the massive space… Chapter 50, Page 410

o “There’s writing on these bones,” Aedion said, striding down the steps and onto the bone floor. Aelin grimaced… Chapter 50, Page 411

o “It’s in every language- all in different handwriting,” Aedion marveled… Chapter 50, Page 411

A Court of Mist and Fury

• The boy’s smile (The Bone Carver) was a mockery of innocence. “Are you frightened?” “Yes,” I said. Never lie (truth telling God, anyone?)- That had been Rhy’s first command… Chapter 18, Page 196.

A Court of Wings and Ruin

• (At the Prison-Prythian) “There was life here,” Cassian said, “before the High Lords took Prythian. Old gods, we call them. They ruled the forests and the rivers and the mountains (Throne of Glass world has elemental magic, fire/ice/wind)- some were those things. Then magic shifted to the High Fae, who brought the Cauldron and Mother along with them, and though the old gods were still worshipped by a select few, most people forgot them.”

o Feyre: “The Bone Carver was an old god?”

o Cassian: “That’s what legend says.” … Chapter 22, Page 233

• “Clever, that Fae warrior. Her bloodline is long gone now- though a trace still runs through some human line.” He smiled, “No one remembers her name. But I do. She would have been my salvation, had I not made my choice long before she walked this earth.”

o (Continued, Bone Carver) “She could not kill them in the end- they were too strong. They could only be contained.” …Chapter 23, Page 239.

▪ At first, I thought of Bryce... Until I realized the Bone Carver and his siblings are not Asteri. They were old Gods. Who do we know that locked away “gods” in their story? Not kill… Locked away. Aelin.

▪ Also, Dorian and Aelin are related. Dorian has magic and is also a human. Also- Aelin has both Fae and Human forms... Magic being passed down through a human lineage.

▪ Both Dorian and Aelin are descendants of Mala and Brannon. I have a theory that Lidia is related to Aelin and Dorian through Brannon and Mala somehow.

• Aelin approached the archway of the god’s realm. To where Mala now walked across the shimmering grass, little more than a shaft of sunlight herself. The Lady of Light halted- and lifted an arm in farewell. Aelin smiled and bowed…. The gods began shouting, running towards her, as Aelin ripped open a hole in their sky. Right into a world she had only seen once. Had accidentally opened a portal into one night in a stone castle. Distant, baying howls cracked the bleak gray expanse. A portal into a hell-realm. A door now thrown open… Chapter 98, Page 796, Kingdom of Ash.

o This also becomes important later in my dissertation about who the “Mother” is and where the Cauldron came from.

Final Thoughts on Mala Fire-Bringer:

• Mala Fire-Bringer is also known as:

o Goddess of the Sun

o Lady of Light (STARBORN!?)

o Lady of Fire

o The Bright Lady (STARBORN!?)

o Formerly a god that gave up their immortality to be mortal/human to Forge the lock.

Archesian Amulet/ Witches

• Archesian Amulet described as 3 circles overlapping one another.

• Eye of Elena description (Throne of Glass): The Eye of Elena was a warped metal amulet composed of two overlapping circles inside a greater circle. The heart of the amulet was in the shape of an eye- with a blue gemstone in the middle.

o Rhiannon Crochran created the basis of the Lock: the symbol of the Three-Faced Goddess in an amulet. Rhiannon crafted a witch mirror in the middle eye, absorbing immense power. The amulet had been called the Eye of the Goddess.

This leads me into the Three-Faced Goddess which has been mentioned in all three series (ToG, ACOTAR, CC).

• Throne of Glass we know that the witch clans- all 3- are represented by the Three-Faced Goddess. The Three-Faced Goddess is symbolized as the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone. We see this in Throne of Glass symbolically represented by the 3 witch clans:

o Blueblood Clan- The Maiden

o The Blackbeak Clan- The Mother

o The Yellowlegs Clan- The Crone

• In ACOTAR, we get this snippet from Amren when she is assisting Nesta with Scrying (stones and bones as she calls it): She didn’t seem to notice as she untied the small pouch and dumped out its contents. Three stones, four bones. The latter were brown and gleamed with age; the former were white as the moon and smooth as glass, each marked with a thin, reedy letter I did not recognize. “Three stones for the faces of the Mother,” Amren said upon seeing Nesta’s raised brows. “Four bones… For whatever reason the charlatans came up with that I can’t be bothered to remember.”

o The Mother has 3 faces... Where have we heard this? The Three-Faced Goddess. The Maiden, The Mother, and The Crone.

o This also leads me into a statement made by Tamlin in the first ACOTAR book. He asks Feyre, “Didn’t your mother ever tell you anything about us?” Which I always thought was weird. Why would Feyre’s mom know anything about the Fae? Who has a long enough life span to rival the Fae in the Throne of Glass series? Witches.

▪ I think Feyre, Elain, and Nesta’s mom was a witch, and by association, them as well.

• Lord Devlon in the ACOTAR series even calls Nesta a witch.

o The Three-Faced Goddess is represented by the Archeron sister’s as well:

▪ Elain- The Maiden (Also- Elain is a Seer- we know this is a gift known to Witches as well. It is mentioned in Crescent City that Witches have gifts that range from Seers to potion-making)

▪ Feyre- The Mother (Literally popped out Nyx)

▪ Nesta- The Crone (Death/ Her ability to have the Silver Flames/ Death Incarnate)

o I know Crescent City has witches, and Jesiba Roga was one, but I am not far enough along in Flame and Shadow to continue my thoughts until I finish the book.

Lastly, the Mother and the Cauldron: My crackpot theory is that the Mother is the Three-Faced Goddess and she created Prythian when Aelin banished them into their new hellscape.

In ACOTAR, Feyre sees a mural in Tamlin’s manor and describes it as: A might black cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, golden sparkling liquid pouring out over the lip. No- not sparkling, but… Effervescent with small symbols, perhaps of some ancient faerie language. (Wyrdmarks, anyone? Who would know about Wyrdmarks? Someone from the Throne of Glass world).

This would also make sense why Feyre and her sisters seem “blessed” by some. They are powerful… Witches

[abubblingcandle]

Words for the make me write / sprint:

Fast, achieve, under

Ah thank you! This has been very inspiring to get me to write this morning!

Under - from The Richmond Job

"God fucking dammit Tartt!" he yelled. "Your job was to be bait and you just fucked off," Roy growled, one hand holding the ice pack to his face and the other snapping up to grab Jamie by the neck of his shirt. Jamie ducked under the grab and pushed Roy back away from him with a flash of teeth. 

The sprint fostered 335 words 😍

Fast - from Have You Noticed You Are Breathing

"I appreciate all sports, hard not to when you know what it takes to get to elite level. Played a bit when I was younger for my school, best player of course, got a wicked fast ball. But bowling and footie, different muscles. Some point you gotta choose," Jamie replied, that was the easiest reason to confess anyway. No point getting into British class divide in sporting opportunity with Ted.

For that one the sprint got 411 words! 💪

Achieve - from God Forbid You Leave Me

All his dad wanted him to do was to succeed, to achieve the highest of heights in football. Jamie wanted that to. But then here he was, running away to London, again, in the car of a guy who he was pretty sure hated him for justifiable reasons. Jamie still wasn’t ruling out that this whole day was some sort of lucid fever dream.

And finally this sprint got me 293 words 💕

[pokeblr-confessions]

I'VE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT. SHADOW THE CHESPIN IS A B-

Confession #411

[tmf-confessions]

kinda glad the jomies were assholes in the comic

not cause i wanted hailey to be humiliated, fuck no (i love her)

but i feel like it really showed how much of bullies they are and the effect they had

making them meaner pictures them as better and stronger antagonists

i feel like most of the jomies bullying the music club moments very early in the show were just annoying teasing and not anything strong or too humiliating so seeing them have a strong affect on their victims well beings makes them way worse and i feel gives more depth to how hailey and zander feel about the jomies

it also gives more depth to the strong friendship jake has with hailey and.. acquaintances? frenemies? platonic relationship he has with zander

because seeing how Jake used to treat them and how they interact now shows SO MUCH development

confession #411

[billiebustup-confessions]

Confession #150

[ID: A cropped screenshot of a Tumblr ask, saying, “I've had enough of you is the #1 song on my Spotify wrapped, and I listened to it 411 times”. End of ID.]

[ambeauty]

I know we did not get enough but I enjoy your opinion on the show here and I just wanted to know before their date/kiss scene, what have been your favourite DickKory Season 4 scenes, and overall from the other episodes?

Aww first off, thank you so much for saying that. 🫶🏾🥹Sometimes I feel like I am screaming into the void except for with a select few but I appreciate you saying that you value my reviews. I only wish they could be more glowing and exciting.

My first favorite was of course at the bowling alley! God I had been aching for a private conversation between the two of them and the light banter and subtle flirting, the closeness of their body language was just what I wanted from them.🥰

Similar in 402 every time Kory managed to calm Dick down when he was starting to get angry. As well as "I wish" and him telling her to be safe. That entire sequence telegraphed their partnership and the care that they had developed for each other over time.🤭

And then unfortunately, after that we lost all forward momentum with them in my humblest opinion. Kory's vision of Mar'i's birthday was definitely everything I needed it to be but also it was just a dream... I loved that Kory addressed him about their shared vision, but the way he continued to dismiss her, and still not verbalize how he felt, it hurt. (I guess it's supposed to right?) And then we get to Part 2 and it's no longer a topic of conversation or seemingly an issue but you asked what I liked so let me not go there...🙃

Dick making sure Kory was okay in 407/408 was everything to me. Although I can poke holes all through DCTK, I was happy to have it made plain that Dick has been in love with Kory the whole time. Although we Dickkorian Historians were well aware of that! 🤭

The callback in 411 was very sweet, but it wasn't lost on me that we are at the end of the show and Dick is still beating around the bush with Kory. Simple tweaks in the writing of that episode could've made it my favorite. "Here *with you* is nice." "Kory I can't lose you so we need to find another way." "I'm sorry but you could've been killed and I can't let that happen." All of the things Dick was saying just felt incomplete. Again you didn't ask for this lmao

However, we seem to be on track for some type of confession of "feelings" so I can't wait to see what angsty Dick, nervous Dick, and smitten Dick all look like in the span of 51 minutes.

Thank you again for asking me this! I think it was a good exercise in me feeling less pessimistic at every missed opportunity for them and focus on the good. I'll always long for more but I am appreciative over what's been given. 💙💜💙💜💙💜

[veilmetricked]

penn badgley, pansexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that hyde morgan? i’ve seen them hanging out with the darklighters. i hear they’re 411, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 4 months. they seem to be alert & efficient, but also callous & pushy. 

born in the 1600s, hyde learned very quick that he was going to have to make his way in the world because of who his father was

he just assumed that angels, cupids, nephilims, and any other celestial being was going to be against him 

a part of him even thought that there was double of him, just good, out there (ironically named jekyll)

he’s toured most of the world by this point, stopping future doers of good from going down the path of the righteous and becoming a major force of good 

hyde only kept in touch with his family to see what they were up to and make sure that none of them were over performing him 

his biggest and best act to this day is that of a pastor 

he took over the church once he arrived to alexandria, posing as a pastor, and uses it to see who is the most corruptible based on their confession 

what most don’t know is that he even had children with kendall, a half ghost, and other supernatural beings out there

while his procreating can’t transfer his angel’s grace, he can still keep an eye on his children and make sure they’re just as bad of a seed as him 

[catenaaurea]

The Baltimore Catechism

Part Three: The Sacraments and Prayer

Lesson Thirty-One: Confession

408. What is confession?

Confession is the telling of our sins to an authorized priest for the purpose of obtaining forgiveness. (Proverbs 28:13)

409. Why must we confess our sins?

We must confess our sins because Jesus Christ obliges us to do so in these words, spoken to the apostles and to their successors in the priesthood: "Whose sins you shall forgive, they are forgiven them; and whose sins you shall retain, they are retained." (John 20:22-23)

410. How do these words of Christ oblige us to confess our sins?

These words of Christ oblige us to confess our sins because the priest cannot know whether he should forgive or retain our sins unless we tell them to him.

411. Is it necessary to confess every sin?

It is necessary to confess every mortal sin which has not yet been confessed and forgiven; it is not necessary to confess our venial sins, but it is better to do so. (Proverbs 28:13)

412. What are the chief qualities of a good confession?

The chief qualities of a good confession are three: it must be humble, sincere, and entire.

413. When is our confession humble?

Our confession is humble when we accuse ourselves of our sins with a conviction of guilt for having offended God. (Luke 18:13)

414. When is our confession sincere?

Our confession is sincere when we tell our sins honestly and frankly.

415. When is our confession entire?

Our confession is entire when we confess at least all our mortal sins, telling their kind, the number of times we have committed each sin, and any circumstances changing their nature. (Numbers 5:6-7)

416. What are we to do if without our fault we forget to confess a mortal sin?

If without our fault we forget to confess a mortal sin, we may receive Holy Communion, because we have made a good confession and the sin is forgiven; but we must tell the sin in confession if it again comes to our mind.

417. What happens if we knowingly conceal a mortal sin in confession?

If we knowingly conceal a mortal sin in confession, the sins we confess are not forgiven; moreover, we commit a mortal sin of sacrilege.

418. What must a person do who has knowingly concealed a mortal sin in confession?

A person who has knowingly concealed a mortal sin in confession must confess that he has made a bad confession, tell the sin he has concealed, mention the sacraments he has received since that time, and confess all the mortal sins he has committed since his last good confession.

419. Why should a sense of shame and fear of telling our sins to the priest never lead us to conceal a mortal sin in confession?

A sense of shame and fear of telling our sins to the priest should never lead us to conceal a mortal sin in confession because this is a grave sacrilege, and also because the priest, who represents Christ Himself, is bound by the seal of the sacrament of Penance never to reveal anything that has been confessed to him. (Ecclesiasticus 4:31)

420. Why does the priest give us a penance after confession?

The priest gives us a penance after confession that we may make some atonement to God for our sins, receive help to avoid them in the future, and make some satisfaction for the temporal punishment due to them.

421. What kinds of punishment are due to sin?

Two kinds of punishment are due to sin: the eternal punishment of hell, due to unforgiven mortal sins, and temporal punishment, lasting only for a time, due to venial sins and also to mortal sins after they have been forgiven. (John 15:6)

422. Does the sacrament of Penance, worthily received, always take away all punishment?

The sacrament of Penance, worthily received, always takes away all eternal punishment; but it does not always take away all temporal punishment. (John 20:22-23)

423. Why does God require temporal punishment for sin?

God requires temporal punishment for sin to satisfy His justice, to teach us the great evil of sin, and to warn us not to sin again.

424. Where do we pay the debt of our temporal punishment?

We pay the debt of our temporal punishment either in this life or in purgatory. (I Corinthians 3:13-15)

425. What are the chief means of satisfying the debt of our temporal punishment, besides the penance imposed after confession?

Besides the penance imposed after confession, the chief means of satisfying the debt of our temporal punishment are: prayer, attending Mass, fasting, almsgiving, the works of mercy, the patient endurance of sufferings, and indulgences. (Tobias 12:8)