#discernment>judgement

[crazycatsiren]

A bit of a follow up on what @creature-wizard said about the vibes bits: vibes can just be flat out wrong.

There are people who are simply great at acting, pretending, dissembling, disguising. Some people are really good at hiding their true natures and personalities. And more often than not, you don't get a glimpse of the side of a person's real self until you actually get to know them. Like, I'm autistic, and I'm very good at masking, especially when in the presence of strangers. "You can't judge a book by its cover" came from somewhere.

The vibes you're getting from someone, might just be the vibes that they want you to/are letting you get.

[demonbarberofbeepbeep]

sometimes i hear people say "if you you are criticizing [whatever actor] in [whatever role] then i'd like to see you try to do it better"

to which i say, no. no you would not like to see that. trust me

[evilmagician430]

this is where i post from BTW. in the basement of horrors

[exploresmallworlds]

Judge of Character

Daily writing promptAre you a good judge of character?View all responses I have gone back and forth on this, unfortunately I am more judgmental now. I don’t think that I have always been a good judge of character. I wrote a piece about a friend https://exploresmallworlds.wordpress.com/2024/12/04/writing-prompt-dictionary-word-augury/ who made some bad decisions and I stayed friends through a…

[learning2walkdaily]

September 22nd- we see myriad signs of the world turning its back on the Lord

Matthew 24: 9“Then they will deliver you to tribulation, and will kill you, and you will be hated by all nations because of My name. 10“At that time many will fall away and will betray one another and hate one another. 11“Many false prophets will arise and will mislead many. We are not yet at the end of the age, but there are signs worldwide that people of faith are under attack. From brutal…

[liberty1776]

An Exhortation To The Church To Exercise Discernment - 7/21/24 By Allan ...

[exquisitelyeco]

Stand and respond church…or leading the black sheep

I stand there, Unable to speak, Wanting to reach out. Afraid, shy, awkward and hesitating. Yet you remain closed. Unlike the AA you do not jump up as if pleased to see me, Unlike the AA you do not realise how hard it is for me to be here, Instead you used teaching to justify your harshness, You pointed fingers, But do not see the children, Only your pique at things not going your…

[pastorkevinc]

What Do You Do When Your Body Fails You?

What Do You Do When Your Body Fails You? Responding to Weakness, Sickness, and Disease Our bodies fail us. We all would say that we wish it were not so. In the past few days, I have had conversations with people related to heart disease, dementia, cancer, stress, anxiety, aches and pains, and sicknesses of unknown origin. And, that has just been in the last few days. The outer man does waste away…

[snekdood]

I hate when you can tell someone irl doesnt like you and you gotta eyeroll your way through every interaction with them

[gatheringbones]

still thinking about Unmasking Autism by devon price and the bit in the book where he talked about the shapes he contorted himself into when he lacked the framework of autism and how he became the kind of person who didn’t participate in life but still assumed a persona of being hypercritical and sarcastic and witheringly judgemental to desperately hide the fact that he couldn’t connect to the world around him in a way that made any sense to him. the extreme criticism provided a smokescreen that allowed him to look and feel neurotypical, which is what he wanted more than anything else in the world. it allowed his aloofness and contempt to seem like value judgments, or matters of taste and discernment, rather than what they really were (distancing behaviors by a terrified autist)

[maddogpoetry]

What Do I Want (next day repost)

Discernment has many outcomes and lots of possibilities. Sometimes the choice is between Good or Bad – the difference between right and wrong. Sometimes not so easy to do what’s correct. Sometimes the option is between Good or Good – opposing goods offer unique outcomes. Sometimes the paths diverge and both cannot be taken. Sometimes the selection is between Bad or Bad – alas poor…

[abyssus-aeterna]

基となる瞠り。絕え間無く覺り知られたる覺り知り。

裁かずて、省みにてのみ、永遠の遷り變はりを識る。

星明りの動きに依りて定められし律動的周期の虛ろ。

[Classical transliteration]

Motowi to naru mifari. Taye-ma naku satori-siraretaru satori-siri. Sabakazute, kaferimi nite nomi, tofa no uturi-kafari wo siru. Fosi-akari no ugoki ni yorite sadameraresi ritudoũ-teki siuki no uturo.

[Modern transliteration]

Motoi to naru mihari. Tae-ma naku satori-shiraretaru satori-shiri. Sabakazute, kaerimi nite nomi, towa no utsuri-kawari wo shiru. Hoshi-akari no ugoki ni yorite sadamerareshi ritsudō-teki shūki no utsuro.

the foundational observation, perpetually perceived perception:

without judgement, only by reflection, aware of eternal change;

a void of rhythmic cycles set in place by the starlight motions.

[ellieslittleburrow]

Resuested by @outof-spite : was wondering if you could do a winchester bros & little sister! reader where theyve been arguing constantly lately, and reader is usually combative and always argues back but, this time shes just over the arguing so she just gives up trying to argue with them and kinda goes mute?

Warnings : family fights, yelling

Pairings : Sam/Dean Winchester x sister!reader

A/N : Sorry for the late postt ❤️❤️

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Things happen, right? Misunderstandings, judgement, reproaches and blame, all of them, the worst thing that could happen to a family, more importantly-right now-to yours.

Back from a hunt gone bad, you heavily lay in the backseat of the impala, your feet hung over the left window while your head rests over the opposite side of the car.

"Hey-get your feet off my damn leather." A complaint you've heard one too many times, and one you usually fight but- this time, as a sigh leaves your lips, you uncross your legs and bring them down, consequently lifting your upper body to sit up. An avertion from your side that's different from your usual habits, causing the car to fall into heavily loud silence.

And although it is loud with almost audible thoughts and anger, you still enjoy that while it lasts.

And it fucking doesn't last, in fact, just as soon as you entered the motel, another sentence commenced by Sam sent Dean into a fury, and just as things heated up, you found yourself in the middle of it all-again-

"Hey!!-" The shout is directed at you, this you know and choose to disguard. You would answer but- your body is fatigued and so is our mind, answering seems to lead to no vail. You answer, he fights you, you all go to sleep and wake up forcebly normalizing things, as if your throats aren't sore and your brains aren't fried.

"Hey-i'm talking to you-"

The words sound more bitter this time around, and you find yourself reluctantly lifting your gaze up . You look at Dean, slow and undetermined, exhausted.

"I asked you why you did that-You could've waited for us. I know you said there was no time le-" Dean pauses. "And fucking answer me when i talk to you-"

You shrug, causing a choking gasp out of Dean. His eyes widen and he leans forward. "Are you-Is she provok-are you-"

You throw your jacket over the bed, disdain discerned in your every move and you flop on the bed, unaware of the sudden tension that-again- suddenly settles in.

But the thing is--You don't care anymore. You haven't enough energy to get you to fight them once more, neither to explain or defend yourself. Too damn fucking tired is what you are at the moment-Too damn tired of it all.

"Kid?"

You rest your hand over your forehead, closing your eyes in an effort to soothe your aching muscles, and maybe suck in a little more patience.

"Kid."

Your stomach tightens and soon, you'll recess into a bawling mess, so you get off the bed and pick up your jacket.

Please don't lead to another fight, please..You just want it all to be ov-

"What's wrong?"

You shrug once more, shaking your head to motion that all is fine before heading for the door. But Sam comes your way, blocking the door and you blow a long sigh.

"Come here"

Sam grips both of your arms and swiftly-you find yourself glued to his chest. But all happens all too fast-why would he suddenly get all feely- and before you even realize it, you find yourself pushing against him.

"'im sorry-i'm sorry."

A lump builds up in your throat and as flashes of the past few weeks occupy every single space in your brain, your breathing increases-just as it gets harder to breathe. Just the thought of it all_

Your eyes are slowly flooded with warmth, announcing the tears gathering at your eyes. You need to leave. You need to go.

You choke on a sob.

You can't do this anym- "I know, honey. I've been there. I know." And with that, another sob loudly escapes your throat and a whimper follows.

"i've been there with Dad, i didn't realize we were doing that to you-i'm sorry. I see you. I really am sorry."

You shake your head as your cries fill the room, getting increasingly louder the harder Sam rubs your back. But that's not what you need. Not for them to see you-but for them to fucking stop.

"We'll stop. We'll talk. I promise."

You pull away from him, skeptical of a promise you doubt he can hold. And just as you're about to process that, Dean speaks.

"I'm sorry too." His honest tone makes you sigh. This isn't.what.i.want.

"Sam and i are sort've used to it- we lost sight of the fact that it wasn't affecting just us, but you as well. I really am sorry." Sam looks into your eyes and you slightly lean back, averting your gaze.

"It must've been really stresstful for you the past few weeks." Taken aback by his words, you pull your chin away from his hand and turn around, wiping at your tears before resting your hand against your forehead.

"we're sorry, kid."

You shrug, still mistrusftul. Mistrustful but hopeful. Because Sam and Dean are different, fights and bad things might accure but no matter how disconnected from each other they might be, they always come back to each other. And you are no different. You know them well enough.

Your silence is apprehended as anger. "Okay..We understand, we'll leave."

But it's not anger and it's most certainly not hatred. So you envelop Sam again and bury your face in his chest.

Maybe that'll be enough for him to understand?

His surprise manifests through his still figure. "Thank you, honey." That surprise quickly dissipates and he hugs you back. "It..."

"it's going to be okay, honey. We'll make it okay."

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I hope it isn't too cringe or too cliché because like-who would say sorry in under a minute. But yeah anyway much love sorry byyiii 🍁🍁🍁❤️❤️❤️

[learning2walkdaily]

September 21st-Newer or weaker followers of the Lord are vulnerable to their hollow preaching and today’s post-Christian media feeds on stories of their failure.

Matthew 23: 27“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs which on the outside appear beautiful, but inside they are full of dead men’s bones and all uncleanness. 28“So you, too, outwardly appear righteous to men, but inwardly you are full of hypocrisy and lawlessness. What an indictment of these men the Lord has made. Back then and today, there is perhaps…