#faith fernández

[tied-ash]

Be me

Get introduced to Monster Prom 3 (Monster Roadtrip)

Get attached to a certain duo via cat cafe

Start genuinely shipping the duo

Make fanart

...profit(?)

Praying that Tumblr doesn't ruin the quality 🙏

[the-spookington]

Me when rarepairs who have never talked to eachother once <3333 (that I know of)

[chaosmultiverse]

Grace (Of the coven) Core

[louisupdates]

By Marcelo Fernández Bitar [translated from Spanish]

In just over 24 hours, Louis Tomlinson passed through Buenos Aires and caused a commotion, with hundreds of fans crowding at the door of his hotel singing and shouting his name, and also occupying almost the entire block where there is a FM radio station where he went to give an interview.

The fanaticism generated with his solo career by the former singer of One Direction in Argentina is so great that in fact he will give a recital in the same stadium where he was in 2014 with the mega-boy band. It will be on May 18 in Vélez Sarsfield.

Louis Tomlinson already has two solo albums and is touring the world presenting the most recent, Faith in the Future. It came out in November 2022 and surprised with his most rocky sound, close to the Brit-pop of his beloved Oasis, and less pop. It was number one in England and three singles came out, Bigger Than Me, Out of My System and Silver Tongues.

Hurricane Louis

The visit was really fleeting with the purpose of promoting his show next month, the old-fashioned way, when the artists toured the countries to advertise albums or tours, something they currently do on Zoom or with posts on their official accounts.

Louis arrived on Friday night and spent Saturday fulfilling an intense schedule of activities, to leave early the next day.

First he went to the Vélez football field for a television interview which will be televised later by TN, and then he went to the radio station Los 40 Principales, where his fans filled the entire Gorriti street, between Ravignani and Arévalo, to witness an interview where eight listeners joined to ask him a question each.

He finally arrived at 4 p.m. at the Four Seasons hotel, where hundreds of other fans were screaming for him. There he gave a series of reports and chatted with Clarín in a room equipped as a small television set, with lights and a set with his name and the cover of the disc.

"Never, not for a second, did I think I would be going through some of the same experiences," he said, "that I was lucky enough to live in the band. I thought that was something unique. So being able to come here and feel the level of love and the incredible reaction on today's radio station, means a lot to me. When I imagined what my solo career would be like, I really didn't know what to expect.

Re-filling stadiums

At 32-years-old, Louis Tomlinson has the experience of having been part of one of the greatest pop phenomena of the last 20 years, with sales records and sold-out shows in stadiums around the world. And now he is repeating the fury alone, just as it happened just a little earlier with his ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

In Louis’ case, he first sold out the closed Movistar Arena stadium in 2022 and now he goes through a huge soccer field like Vélez.

Q: Did you think that being a soloist you had to start from below and sing in smaller places?

Louis: Yes, exactly. But it turns out that I can still play in big places, so it's great.

Q: Can we really talk about a mania of a "louistomlinson-mania"? Does it happen everywhere or is it special in Latin America?

Louis: I think that in terms of the level of similar intensity, and seeing what happened a moment ago on the radio station, that certainly doesn't happen to me everywhere. Let me put it this way: it's incredible to be so far from home and feel that level of love. I'm very excited to think about what the show will be like here.

Q: It's incredible that almost exactly ten years have passed since the last time you filled Vélez. How do you feel when you return to the same stadium?

Louis: I feel very lucky to be able to play in those places again on my own. I also feel very, very proud of myself and my fans. I feel like we have created something that is quite special and we did it together. With them as listeners, but also as facilitators. That really helped my confidence and made me feel good on stage. It's a lovely relationship and I'm very proud of it.

Q: This tour started almost a year ago, how did it evolve with respect to the first shows?

Louis: I definitely feel in a good place right now with the show. Anyway, in advance I was excited about this tour because this album was designed for the live show. So I was excited to see how the songs would work. And the energy is great. I am very excited to show Faith in the Future to Latin America.

Q: How did the idea of making a live cover of Arctic Monkeys come about?

Louis: Arctic Monkeys grew up about 20 minutes from where I live. It was something very close, very fresh in the mind and obviously huge. I was growing up and I'm also a big fan. I usually do the song 505 because it's very pretty.

Often, with the versions, I probably think more about what I would like to sing than about what I imagine that everyone else would like to hear, which may be misjudged, but I'm enjoying it.

Q: When you were a teenager you sang Oasis songs and now you have a rock band that sounds very Brit-pop, almost closing a circle.

Louis: Thank you. I am very, very fortunate to have the band I have, but they also perform sonically and visually, everything that is really important to me. They sound absolutely incredible. I don't think I would be able to do this without my band.

Q: Live you also perform songs from One Direction. Did you feel that kind of shadow at the beginning of your solo career and now you are more comfortable looking back?

Louis: I think a bit about both things. I think that at the beginning of my career I would have been a little more worried about putting too many One Direction songs in the repertoire. What I wanted most was to spread my wings and show who I was. But I think that as time went by, the nostalgic moments are really charming. So it's like a beautiful mixture of nostalgia and it's very nice to do it.

Ping-pong

Q: This is the third time you have visited our country. If you had to describe your Argentine fans in three words, which one would you choose?

Louis: Passionate. Loyal. Affectionate. That’s okay, isn't it?

Q: The soccer player Kun Agüero said that there is a lot of talk to you through Instagram or Twitter. Have you ever met him in person?

Louis: Actually, we have never seen each other in person. Over the years we've talked a little here and there, but I never found time. I have a kind of crazy hope that he can come to the show.

Q: If you had to choose one of your songs, either from Walls or Faith in the Future, that reflects how you feel right now in your life, what would it be?

Louis: I would say that the name of the album (Faith in the future) represents where I am right now, but I think that in the future I would like to always be optimistic.

Q: And if all the One Direction discography was deleted and a song had to be saved. Which one would you save?

Louis: It's interesting... I would probably say Story Of My Life. That seemed like a real milestone. I would say it's a little more serious. And I also think it's a bit of a crazy song.

Q: You are a big soccer fan, do you have any preference for an Argentine club?

Louis: I'm very afraid to say something wrong... I'd better say that I love you all. (laughs)

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[ilongfor-the-arts]

can i ask for an enzo fernandez smut PLEASE

Revelations

Pairing: Enzo Fernández x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, language, cheating, mentions of unhappy relationship, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving)

Summary: friends -> lovers. After Argentina’s glorious World Cup victory, you follow your best friend to his hotel room with the intention of getting a good night sleep before your flight the next morning. To your surprise, the conversation topic makes you question things about your life, specifically, your relationship.

Word Count: 5.2k

Disclaimer: please send a plot next time! I was in the process of writing this for fun which is why I’m ignoring my rule :D

~pretend they’re talking in Spanish I don’t know nearly enough Spanish to write this fic in Spanish :)~

They won. They did it. They fucking did it.

My heart was racing as I dashed onto the field. The audience was overjoyed. The atmosphere in the stadium was electric. Everyone (except the French) was giddy with joy. The roar of the audience set my nerves ablaze. I was buzzing.

I only had one task, to find Enzo. My gaze moved over the various faces, searching for a familiar one. Families hugged, and players consoled one another. Enzo had become completely lost in the sea of euphoric bodies.

“Y/N!”

I turned my head, praying my name wasn't a figment of my imagination. He stood tall, the aura of a champion accompanying his figure. I dashed over to him, swiftly closing the gap. My body warmed as he encircled me in a tight hug. With a huge grin on his face, he quickly drew back.

“We won Y/N! How cool is that?”

Enzo lightly shook my shoulders to emphasize his joy. His tone suggested that he was on the verge of happy tears.

“I never had a doubt.”

Enzo chuckled. His eyes were misty, with a few droplets cascading down his flushed cheeks.

¨You have much more faith than I do. When France caught up I thought we were done. I really did.¨

I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. He smelled strongly of turf and sweat.

¨I knew you guys would win.¨

I wasn't completely truthful. To be honest, there were times during the game when I worried I'd have to spend the night comforting a distressed rookie. Despite my concerns, the team was able to come out on top.

¨You did great. You really did.¨

Enzo shrugged, placing his hands smugly on his hips.

“I appreciate the praise. It’s not easy carrying the team.”

He remarked sarcastically. I rolled my eyes amusingly. His demeanor had shifted from tears of joy to smug and cocky.

“Well, I’m thrilled to know that, at the very least, you are amazing at being humble.”

We laughed in sync. When the laughter faded away, Enzo glanced around. I cocked an eyebrow, perplexed as to who or what he was searching for.

“Where’s Nick?”

“Oh! Nick couldn’t make it.”

Enzo cocked an eyebrow.

“You said he was coming?”

“Well, I said maybe. He had… an unexpected work thing.”

Enzo scoffed.

“Right, work.”

I didn't want to venture a guess as to what he was implying with his little scoff and suggestive tone. Enzo approached me and slung an arm over my shoulder, a pearly white smile contrasting his tanned face.

“Well, good, that means I got you all to myself tonight.”

I gave him a light smack.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Fernandez. Remember, I’m someone’s fiancée.”

Would it ever feel normal to describe myself as a fiancée? Enzo pursed his lips.

“Right.”

He said, his voice encompassing a hint of sterness. The smile on his face turned tight. I could tell Enzo didn't like Nicholas. He never explicitly said it, but his body language and tone when speaking of him made his feelings on the subject painfully clear.

“Well, enough of him. You wanna meet a few of my teammates?”

I smiled, relieved that we had moved on from the sensitive subject.

“I’d love to.”

Enzo introduced me to one player after the other. The increasing number of names being crammed into my head confused me. Fortunately, the team had to leave for the trophy ceremony before the amount of letters became unbearable.

A few stray tears fell during the trophy ceremony. It was fantastic to see Enzo named the best young player. Of course, the final lift of the World Cup trophy was flawless. I remembered all the fun times Enzo and I had when he swore he'd be playing for the Argentine national team. Although it seemed like a distant ambition at the time, I had faith in him. It felt good to know that all of my beliefs had paid off.

“Where are you staying? I’ll get you an Uber or something.”

Enzo inquired, once we were on the street.

“Oh, uh, I don’t really know.”

I took out my phone and began scrolling through my email, searching for the reservation.

“Nick did all that for me. He found me someplace.”

I retrieved the reservation and showed it to Enzo. Enzo shook his head in disappointment.

“Hell no, that place sucks.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Really?”

I was completely taken aback. I assumed Nick had reserved a nice hotel for the night. Enzo confidently nodded.

“Oh yeah.”

I narrowed my eyes, unsure if he was telling the truth.

“Are you just saying that because you hate Nicholas or are you saying that because this place actually sucks?”

Enzo held up his hands in defense.

“I’m being serious! We were looking for places to stay and decided not to stay there because the staff was rude and the reviews were awful! The only reason it comes up first when you search is because it's a paid advertisement.”

I furrowed my brow.

“No way! I don’t believe you!”

When I hunted for reviews, I discovered that the vast majority of them were negative.

“Oh.”

I said meekly, my shoulders sagging as I realized I was going to spend the night in a dirty room with rude staff.

“Well, It’s not like I have another option.”

I stuffed my phone back into my jean pocket, my happy mood dampened. Enzo shook his head vigorously, his arms crossed over his well defined chest.

“Why don’t you stay with me?”

He inquired casually. My eyes widened.

“Oh! No, I couldn’t do that.”

Enzo shrugged nonchalantly.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

Enzo dismissed my concerns.

“You know you’re always welcome at my place, Y/N.”

He flashed me a bright white smile. I must admit, it was a tempting offer.

“You just won the World Cup, Enzo. You need your sleep and I-”

“Well unless you’re gonna keep me up all night I think I’ll be perfectly fine.”

I gnawed on my lower lip. Enzo could sense my hesitancy to accept his offer.

“Trust me Y/N, you won’t be a bother. I have more room than I need.”

Enzo was listening intently, waiting to hear me accept his offer with sincerity.

“Okay, fine.”

Enzo tried his best to hide the true extent of his joy.

“Amazing. I knew you’d say yes. I do have to leave tomorrow morning though, and get back to Argentina.”

I shrugged.

“That’s fine by me. I’m leaving tomorrow as well.”

The Uber ride was nearly silent. I hadn’t seen Enzo in forever. Now, the one night of my trip we had together, neither of us could speak. I wasn't bothered. I'm sure he was tired, as was I.

The streets of Qatar were beautiful. The sparkling city lights were dazzling to behold. Despite having had the pleasure of taking in the gorgeous scene prior to this night, I gawked in awe as we rolled between the tall buildings.

“It feels so weird. I’m seeing you for the first time in ages tonight and we’re already both leaving tomorrow morning.”

Enzo said. With a sigh, I slid onto the couch, kicking off my shoes in the process.

“I know. We need to be more consistent with our weekly calls.”

It was difficult to live in America when your best friend was always on the move, going wherever the world of fútbol called him. Even when we did have a conversation, it was rarely long enough to be meaningful. Our calls were usually limited to a quick chat at halftime or a few minutes to say hello before bed. As a result, it felt as if I hadn't truly heard from him in ages.

Enzo slid onto the couch, throwing his head back with an obnoxiously loud sigh of relief.

“Do you wanna turn on a movie or something?”

I asked.

“How about we just talk.”

I nodded.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

The air was still. The soft hum of traffic continued below. I drew my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my calves to secure my position.

“So, what was it like playing in the World Cup?”

Enzo scoffed.

“It was amazing, obviously. But, like, at the same time I’m really glad it’s over. But, at the same time I’d do it all again if I was asked to, y’know?”

My attention was drawn to his stunning side profile. Thankfully, Enzo’s eyes were closed. Damn. Did he always look this good?

I must still be buzzing from the adrenaline rush.

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

I drew my attention away from him, knowing that if I focused on him for too long, my mind would wander to places I didn't want it to.

“How’s life besides soccer? All good? Any new relationships I should know about?”

I queried, sarcastically. Enzo laughed. I cracked a smile. Even if it was quiet, it felt good to hear his laugh after such a long period of absence. The sound made my heart warm with nostalgia.

“No, nothing super interesting.”

His lack of a social life piqued my interest. I mean, I'm his closest friend. I know he's a wonderful person. So why hadn't anyone else noticed?

“Really? Why?”

Enzo shrugged.

“I’ve been really busy, I guess. There hasn’t been a lot of time to search for hot new singles in my area.”

I noticed a faint smile on his lips. He was pleased with himself for cracking that wonderful joke. Leaning my head against my knees, I chuckled.

“That’s fair.”

I swallowed uncomfortably, knowing that questions about my life would follow. And with questions came the inevitable discussion of a subject I knew Enzo detested. I cast a glance down at my sparkly engagement ring.

“I guess it’s my turn.”

Enzo said with a hint of cheekiness. I exhaled shakily.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

I returned my stare to Enzo. His eyes were open, and his gaze was soft and enticing.

“So, how’s your life?”

I smiled and gave him a meek nod.

“It’s good.”

Enzo's eyes fell to my hand, where he noticed me fondling my engagement ring. He hummed in a disapproving manner before returning his gaze to mine. His pupils were dark, and his stare possessed a hard undertone.

“How’s Nick?”

Oh shit. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.

“He’s fine. He’s great, even.”

Enzo shook his head and pursed his lips into a straight line. I couldn't help but scoff at his disapproval. To be honest, I was tired of his games. I needed to put a stop to his childish behavior.

“Enzo, I get it. You hate my fiancé. But can you please for the love of God at least pretend to be happy for me?”

Enzo leaned forward, and his sudden closeness made my heart skip a beat.

“No. I can’t.”

His voice was stern. His gaze had significantly hardened.

I rolled my eyes.

“Why?-”

“Why do I hate your fiancé?”

He gestured to himself.

“I think the better question is why don’t you hate your fiancé?”

My gaze narrowed.

“He’s a jerk! He treats you like shit! The only reason he bought you that ring was so you’d have a reason to talk about him while he’s out partying with his country club friends.”

I shook my head. Enzo exhaled sharply through his nose.

“You know I’m right Y/N. I don’t think you love him-”

“He's a safe choice!-”

“Why are you settling for him? When have you ever cared about being safe? You were always the one telling me I could do anything I wanted if I tried. You deserve so much better than that asshole!”

I clenched my teeth. I felt compelled to spit fire. I wanted to tell Enzo that he was mistaken and that I was madly in love with my fiancé. But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to lie. So, in an effort to be argumentative, I spoke without thinking.

“Who do I deserve then? Huh? You and only you?”

Enzo's face fell into a neutral expression. I was perplexed for a moment. What made him suddenly stoic?

Then it hit me. My stomach dropped to the floor.

“Oh.”

I averted my gaze from him and concentrated on the plain wall ahead. I breathed evenly, working to process the confession I'd just heard.

“I wasn’t planning on telling you like this Y/N.”

“How long?”

“Um-like, a long time.”

“Is that the reason why you wanted me in your hotel room tonight?”

Enzo was deafeningly silent. The traffic continued to move, and the city continued to live around us. Despite being trapped in the middle of a life-changing experience, the world did not come to a halt.

“Uh-Well…”

His voice trailed off into the heavy night air.

“Yes.”

I sighed.

Although the possibility of him luring me into his room solely for the possibility of sex should be upsetting, I couldn’t grow angry.

“I really want to be mad. I really do. But… I can’t.”

I knew him better than anyone. I knew exactly where his heart was at this precise moment. I also knew exactly where my own heart was, and I knew they were both in the same place. I swiveled my head to face him, catching his eager gaze before lowering my eyes to my engagement ring.

The sight of it made me sick.

I slid it off my finger in one fluid motion and slammed it down onto the glass coffee table in a rather dramatic fashion.

Then I twisted my body around to face Enzo. His posture was flawless. He was tense, anticipating my next move. My gaze was drawn to his plush lips before returning to meet his anxious eyes.

I cut to the chase. I reached forward, clenching my fist around his collar and pulling him into me. He received the message and pressed his surprisingly soft lips against mine. On his hot skin, the scent of turf and sweat lingered.

I was expecting this moment to be tense or astounding, but it just felt… right. It was peaceful and serene. This was meant to happen, in this place, at this time, with this person.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Enzo allowed his hands to crawl towards my waist. His body melted into the kiss, his mouth moving in impeccable unison with mine.

My opposite hand brushed through the short hairs on the nape of his neck. Enzo groaned, and the vibrations echoed down my throat.

“Enzo.”

I whispered, already breathless with love.

“Yes?”

He inquired, hurriedly reconnecting the kiss despite knowing I had more to say.

I drew back, softly smiling as I noticed the prominent blush on his face. His lips were swollen from the passionate kiss, and his pupils were blown with lust.

“Fuck me like you mean it.”

I said, demanding he follow my orders.

“Yes ma’am.”

He remarked lightheartedly. As he began kissing me without hesitation, I could feel the prominent smirk on his face. Enzo’s tongue soon slipped between my lips. My eyes fluttered shut, and I allowed my mouth to move in response to his.

Enzo hoisted me atop his lap with ease. I groaned as his growing bulge brushed against my hot core. My nails raked along his scalp, eliciting a low groan from deep within his throat.

“Oh Jesus baby.”

Enzo mumbled erotically, breaking the kiss to trail his wet mouth down my jugular.

“You have no clue how much I’ve thought about this.”

He placed fiery hot kisses along my cool skin. I sighed softly, muscles relaxing as he located my sweet spot. My lower abdomen was already buzzing with a gentle hum of pleasure.

“God, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Enzo dipped his hands under the hem of my shirt, teasing the skin above my waistband with his thumbs. Despite his warm hands, the featherlight touches caused goosebumps to appear on my skin.

“I get so hot when I think about fucking you. You have no idea.”

The mere image of Enzo with his hand far past his waistband made my cunt throb with desire. I pictured him softly groaning my name while thrusting his hips into his calloused palm. He would try not to cum too quickly, but the image of me wrapped around his cock would be far too sweet to deny.

“My hand can only do so much.”

Shit. My suspicions were confirmed.

“Take me to the bedroom, Enzo.”

I begged, my tone breathless with lust. Enzo pulled back, his calloused hands trailing downwards to grasp my soft thighs. A faint smirk was visible on his swollen lips.

“Yes ma’am.”

He stood, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. Our faces were in close proximity due to my firm grip on his body. I reconnected our fiery kiss, confident that Enzo could decipher his way to the bedroom completely blind.

Fortunately, I was correct. I was so engrossed in the sensation of his tongue flowing in perfect unison with mine that I didn't perceive we were in the bedroom until my back collided with the mattress.

My body weight did not cause the springs to groan. They didn't want to disrupt our passionate connection. Enzo hovered above me, his kisses intensifying now that he had me where he wanted me. I, like him, quickly became breathless. The collective gasps as we struggled to refill our spent lungs were like music to my ears.

My hands dipped beneath the hem of his shirt. Enzo’s abdomen rippled under my soft fingertips. I moved upwards, caressing every inch of his perfectly sculpted chest before breaking the kiss momentarily to throw the jersey over his head. I threw it to the floor, out of sight, out of mind.

Enzo hastily followed suit. He grasped the hem of my shirt and threw it to the ground, swiftly reigniting the spark between our mouths. He was clearly not as patient as I was. I arched my back as a silent indication to remove my bra. The message was delivered. Enzo reached behind me and unclipped my bra in a singular fluid motion.

I shrugged off the straps and discarded the piece of fabric. Enzo pulled back, his hungry eyes drinking in my bare torso. I quickly grew hot under his gaze. My face flushed and my core grew wet.

“So pretty.”

Enzo muttered, his tongue trailing along his lower lip. He was studying every inch of my chest, carving every minute detail into his brain so he could possess a mental image of me laid out for him.

He pressed his wet mouth to the valley of my breasts, beginning his gradual descent to the area which I desired him most.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

My stomach fluttered. Enzo placed hot, open mouthed kisses along my skin. The saliva he left in his wake was hit by a cool draft, sending chills down my spine.

“I can’t believe that asshole got to see this before I did.”

The erotic tone had returned. His hands found my breasts, and began to knead the soft flesh. I groaned in pleasure, my eyes fluttering shut.

Enzo’s knee bumped my clothed core. I convulsed, involuntarily rolling my hips along his thigh, desperate for friction.

He chuckled against my breastbone.

“Jesus baby, you’re so worked up and I’ve barely touched you. I can’t wait to see what you do when I fuck you.”

In response, all I could manage was a groan. I tangled my fingers in his hair, my eyes opening to perceive his movements along my stomach. While his lips trailed downwards, Enzo continued to knead my breasts. His movements came to a sudden halt when he reached the waistband of my jeans.

I could feel the uncomfortable pool between my thighs. I was growing antsy, desperate for him to make me cum. Fortunately, it appeared Enzo was growing impatient as well. He removed his hands from my chest, hastily unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them down my legs. I kicked them to the floor, shortening the process. My panties soon found the floor along with the rest of my clothing.

Enzo nestled between my spread thighs, his large hands caressing the soft flesh. I grew impatient as he refused to give me what I truly desired. Instead, he resorted to placing tender kisses along my inner thighs, being cautious to keep his distance from my aching cunt. Typically I appreciate sensuality, but after a long hiatus from erotic pleasure, I was sexually frustrated.

I tugged on his roots, urging him to move towards my core. Enzo smirked against my thigh.

“Jesus baby, you’re impatient. How often does he touch you?”

He glanced at me through his lashes. I grit my teeth, not wanting to provide him with an answer. Enzo scoffed.

“That’s pitiful. If you were mine I’d touch you all the goddamn time.”

His movements looked promising. He was now slowly inching towards my core, presumably with no intent of stopping.

“You’d be so full of my cock.”

My entire lower half was throbbing with desire. The anticipation was coursing through my body in waves. God, how I wished he’d just hurry up and eat me out.

“I’d fuck you so good every single day. God you wouldn’t be able to go two minutes without thinking of me inside you.”

That sure as hell sounded like a good life. Unfortunately, it appeared that he wanted to further prolong my suffering.

“Enzo,” I begged, “please, I’m aching.”

“Sorry baby, that was rude of me.”

I was about to roll my eyes, but a sudden wave of pleasure halted my movements. Enzo’s warm mouth enveloped my clit. My back arched off the bed. I tightened my grip in his hair, tugging a few loose strands from the roots.

“You’re so wet for me baby.”

He murmured, the vibrations reverberating throughout my cunt. I moaned loudly, crushing his head between my thighs. Enzo’s movements didn’t falter. He was precise and intense. Each flick of my clit was carefully placed and timed in order to give me the most intense pleasure possible.

I was soon reduced to a moaning mess. I was panting, my head thrown back and my jaw on the floor. I couldn’t prevent the whimpers and groans that passed over my plush lips.

“Your moans are so pretty.”

Enzo rolled his hips against the mattress, searching for friction to somewhat dampen the ache pumping through his painfully hard erection.

“Keep moaning, just like that, let the whole world know how good I make you feel.”

Two fingers prodded at my entrance. Moments later, when his long digits pushed into me, I swore I saw stars. He began a steady pace with his fingers, fondling my g spot with every thrust.

I bit back the impending orgasm, trying to ignore the tightness in my lower abdomen. I wanted to preserve this glorious feeling. To my surprise, Enzo slowed down. I groaned from the lack of stimulation.

“Keep moaning baby. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”

I gulped, a large lump forming in my throat.

“I’m not gonna last much longer.”

Only when I spoke did I realize how pitiful and breathless I sounded.

“I don’t care.”

Enzo resumed his pace, this time, with tenfold the intensity as before. I obeyed his command, and didn’t hold back. Every sound that crept up my throat was released into the still night air.

I was close, so painfully close. The wet sound of his fingers fucking me along with the slurping was truly erotic. The coil was pulled tight, and would release with the tiniest of pushes.

Enzo could tell I was teetering on the verge of an orgasm.

“Cum all over my fingers pretty girl.”

I came undone. My entire body convulsed. The walls of my cunt clenched around Enzo’s thick fingers. I was lifted into a world of pure euphoria. If it wasn’t for the soft pumping of Enzo’s fingers, I would’ve sworn I went straight to heaven.

I loosened my death grip on his roots, stretching my cramped fingers as Enzo relished in the taste of my juices.

“You taste so good.”

He said softly.

Jesus. I wasn’t even done with my first orgasm and I was already growing impatient for the next one.

Enzo climbed over me once he was satisfied, nestling between my shaky legs. His lips were wet, yet I wasted no time in reconnecting our hungry mouths. I could taste myself on his tongue.

I dragged my open palms down his chest, gathering sweat beads as I went. I eventually reached his waistband. Fortunately, the band was stretchy, allowing me to easily dip my hand into his shorts and cup his painfully hard erection.

Enzo groaned, resisting the urge to buck his hips into my warm hand.

“Hurry up and take those off baby.”

I hooked my finger into the waistbands of both his boxers and shorts. Then I began pulling them down his thighs. I pushed them down as far as I could, and when I couldn't reach, Enzo took charge. He stripped the remainder of his clothing, leaving him bare.

Enzo pressed his body against mine, leaving little room to breathe comfortably. I made no complaint. I was already breathless from his dizzying kiss, and the comforting sensation of his body weight resting atop me made my stomach flutter. He was incredibly warm, and the prominent heat blossoming from his erection contributed to the steady thrum of pleasure building within my stomach.

Enzo rocked his pelvis forward, the swollen tip of his cock prodding at my entrance. I whimpered against his mouth, the messy kiss swallowing my noises.

“Enzo-“

“I know baby, I’ll fuck you.”

He reached between our bodies, lining his cock up with my entrance. Enzo rolled his pelvis forward, burying himself deep within me. The wetness of my cunt made it easy for him to stretch my walls to the absolute brim. I broke the kiss, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut as he bottomed out.

“Jesus Enzo, you’re really fucking big.”

I shuddered. Enzo gave me a moment to adjust, placing hot kisses to my neck as he waited for my body to relax. After a sufficient period of time, Enzo began rolling his hips, beginning a steady rhythm.

“Good girl, you’re taking my cock so well.”

I whimpered, the dull pain of his thick length slowly transforming into pleasure. Enzo nestled his face into the crook of my neck, his hot breath cascading across my skin.

“Oh fuck baby, you feel so good. So nice and tight.”

His erotic tone was punctuated by deep breaths. The sensation of my wet cunt wrapped around his thick cock was far too wonderful to deny.

“Faster, please.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Enzo began to increase his pace, the tip of his cock brushing against my cervix. I shuddered as I dug my nails into his strong back, breaking the skin. Enzo let out a guttural groan.

“Sorry.”

I mumbled.

“Don’t be, I like it.”

Enzo grasped my thigh and hooked a leg around his waist. The new position provided the perfect angle for his cock to slam into my g spot with each thrust. His lower abdomen brushed against my clit and allowed for the perfect amount of delicious stimulation to pair with the rigorous snap of his pelvis.

“Who can make you feel this good?”

He murmured. I stared blankly at the plain ceiling, my mind trapped in a foggy daze. My muscles completely relaxed, my body succumbing to the effects of the pleasure.

“You.”

“What was that?”

He pulled back, igniting a moment of intense eye contact as he fucked me into the matress. I cupped his cheek, pulling his face forward to reestablish contact between our lips. It was a heated mess of tongue and clashing teeth.

“You, only you.”

I whispered against his lips, mustering all of the remaining self-control I had to make my voice as clear as possible.

The coil within my lower abdomen was pulling tight. I could feel the delicious release seeping into the corners of my brain.

“Enzo, I’m gonna cum.”

Enzo drew back, our noses brushing against each other as he maintained the rigorous pace of his hips.

“Look at me, I wanna see your face as you cum all over my cock.”

Enzo released my thigh and brought his hand upwards to gently cup my face. The gentle touch of his calloused fingertips provided yet another area of stimulation. I kept my face still and my eyes open, allowing any expression to waft over my features.

“Shit! Enzo!”

I encircled his neck with my arms, holding him impossibly closer as the coil within my snapped. I came undone, my walls clenching around his cock as I was immersed into a pool of pure euphoria. I moaned pornographically, unable to resist the temptation to squeeze my eyes shut. Enzo didn’t seem to mind. His cock twitched within me as I came, indicating that he was also close to reaching his orgasm.

Jesus, I feel bad for the other guests who came to this hotel hoping for a quiet night full of restful sleep. Our combined moans were enough to rock the walls.

“Shit Y/N.”

Enzo muttered, his head collapsing into the crook of my neck as he coated my walls with his hot cum. He mumbled my name like a prayer while he continued to roll his hips. His soft cock gradually brought me down from the freight train of an orgasm I just experienced.

Enzo came to a complete stop after we had both caught our breath. He collapsed atop me, and I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair. I cocked my head to the side, taking in the glimmer of the city lights through the enormous window.

“What now?”

He inquired meekly, his face nestled comfortably against my neck. I dragged my hand down his back, tenderly rubbing his sweaty skin. Only after the filter of pleasure was removed did I notice he still smelled like an intense fútbol match. And although I knew his question hinted at something more serious. I responded with what should happen next at that precise moment as opposed to worrying about the inevitable problems that I would be forced to address once I touched down in America.

“I think you need a shower now.”

I said, a smile on my face. Enzo chuckled.

“Wanna join me?”

[eternal-echoes]

The new document signed by Pope Francis and DDF Prefect Cardinal Victor Fernández was written in response to a bishop from the Philippines who had expressed concern at the growing number of Catholics in his diocese who are taking part in Freemasonry and asked for suggestions for how to respond pastorally. The dicastery’s response, dated Nov. 13, calls for “a coordinated strategy” involving all of the bishops in the Catholic Bishops’ Conference of the Philippines to promote catechesis “in all parishes regarding the reasons for the irreconcilability between the Catholic faith and Freemasonry.” The Freemasons are the largest worldwide oath-bound secret society. Freemasonry promotes ideas and rituals incompatible with the Catholic faith, including indifferentism, or the position that a person can be equally pleasing to God while remaining in any religion, and a deistic concept of a “Great Architect of the Universe.” The Vatican document reaffirms that “those who are formally and knowingly enrolled in Masonic Lodges and have embraced Masonic principles” fall under the provisions of the Catholic Church’s 1983 “Declaration on Masonic Associations.” The 1983 declaration, signed by Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger when he was prefect of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, declares that Catholics who enroll in Masonic associations “are in a state of grave sin and may not receive holy Communion.”

[the-ghost-bracket]

Polly Geist propaganda:

"Self proclaimed party scientist, one half of the prank masterz, and all around super cool and pretty. She seems pretty one dimensional at first but her backstory/origin is actually super tragic and she uses humour (and also a shitton of drugs but in a fun way) to deflect from it. She’s wonderful and sexy and cool and the best ghost and she was a contributing factor to making me Gay."

"Polly is one of the main romantic options in 'Monster Prom' and a main character alongside Scott Howl in the franchise's third game 'Monster Roadtrip'. She's somewhat of a mascot for the franchise, being described as ""a party ghost with an insatiable hunger for all the wrong things"" in the game's prologue. She's a party animal with a love of sex, drugs and alcohol, and is part of the ""Prank Masterz"" with another romance option and her best friend, Scott Howl. Being a romance option in a dating sim with player characters that can be any gender, along with having an ending were her and the other five base game love interests throw an orgy and being in a friends-with-benefits realtionship with Faith Fernández (a minor NPC), she's canonically a sex-positive mspec sapphic. Despite her love of all thing risque, she's also a really good friend to the rest of the romance options, and is a literature buff with a love for chemistry and chess, the latter being thanks to her mother being a chess grandmaster. It's a running joke in the game for her to make up absurd ways she died, yet purchasing the locket item from the first game's shop reveal how she actually died; her father was an alcoholic who turned to drinking thanks to the pressure his father put on him, and one night while driving under the influence, he got into a car crash, resulting in the deaths of Polly, her mother and her younger sibling. In this ending, Polly expresses that she has mixed feelings over her father, as she hates him for ""splitting their family"", yet understands that he was hurting and misses him deeply. As of 'Monster Roadtrip', she's working on publishing her own book and expand her Toilet Wine empire."

"she is awesome. she's made up many stories about how she died. also she does drugs and is considered the biggest literature buff of the game. i love her."

"Fun, hardcore, party girl who’s not afraid to be herself. On the reckless side but is truly very emotionally intelligent. Has a real love for Russian literature and is skilled at chess. Uses the fact that she can’t die again to just take crazy amounts of drugs and party as hard as possible, though in life she was responsible with this and believes in safe practices when it comes to recreational drugs. Frequently jokes about the many different ways she’s died but the actual story is so emotional and told so well. Makes great(?) toilet wine, founding member of the PRANK MASTERZ (with a z!)"

[pasiempre]

DATA.

An album created by Marcos Efraín Masís Fernández, AKA, Tainy.

In recent years, Reggaeton has transformed and evolved into such a versatile genre of music. This is thanks to Tainy — creando himnos desde los 2000s ⚜️ You hear EDM behind tracks from Bad Bunny and Jhay Cortez and you wonder how it mixes with reggaeton. It’s the perfect potion.

Tainy created a masterpiece with DATA. Beats that have never been heard before travel through each track, and each transition brings you to a new beat — but tells you a story. This album houses the voices of number one reggaetoneros in the game. The messages displayed through advanced technology: confidence, patience, tribute, faith, talent…

Give Tainy the credit he deserves. This album is impeccable.

Te amo tanto Tainy ⚜️🫧🩶

PHOTO CREDIT: santiagosanjuan48 tik tok

[cruger2984]

THE DESCRIPTION OF SAINT AUGUSTINE ZHAO RONG AND COMPANIONS Feast Day: July 9

Augustine Zhao Rong and his companions, also known as the Martyrs of China, are the priests, religious, and laity, either foreigners or Chinese nationals, who were killed between 1650 and 1930 because of their Christian faith. The protomartyr of China was Francisco Fernández de Capillas, a Dominican priest and a missionary to Asia, who was beheaded in 1648.

In 1724, the practice of Christianity was banned under the punishment of death. Many Catholics and missionaries fled to foreign countries, but others remained secretly behind; and those who were captured were executed. After some years of tolerance, the persecution resumed more violently in 1805.

Prominent among the martyrs of this period, was St. Augustine Zhao Rong, a Chinese diocesan priest. He was previously a soldier, but after witnessing the heroic death of the martyrs, especially that of Bishop Gabriel-Taurin Dufresse of the Paris Foreign Mission Society, whom he escorted to Beijing, he converted to the Catholic faith and became a priest. In 1815, he was arrested, brutally tortured, and strangled to death.

In 1846, the anti-Christian laws were abolished, but a deep distrust for Christian missionaries, who were association with foreign imperialistic nations, remained among the people. Moreover, many of them failed to inculturate the Gospel in the Chinese tradition.

A new wave of persecution began in 1900, in connection with the Boxer Rebellion. In the next three decades (30 years), there were thousands of martyrs, including the 119 who were executed in 1930 at Li-Thau-Tseul. The Communist regime, that came to power in 1949, continued to persecute Christianity, which is still legally outlawed till the present times. The Martyrs of China were collectively canonized in the year 2000.

The Martyrs of China were beatified two times: Pope Leo XIII on May 27, 1900 and Pope Pius XII on November 24, 1946. The martyrs are canonized by Pope John Paul II on October 1, 2000.

[nova0000scotia]

As #PopeFrancis said... "Who are we to judge?" .... and the #Vatican goes even further today....

The Vatican’s declaration on same-sex blessings is a huge step forward for #LGBTQ Catholics https://outreach.faith/2023/12/the-vaticans-declaration-on-same-sex-blessings-is-a-huge-step-forward-for-lgbtq-catholics/

ARTICLE:

The Vatican’s declaration on same-sex blessings is a huge step forward for #LGBTQ Catholics

BREAKING NEWSVIEWS James Martin, S.J. / December 18, 2023Print this:

Photo courtesy of iStock/MarijaRadovic

Today, the Dicastery for the Doctrine of the Faith, headed by Cardinal Víctor Manuel Fernández, issued a declaration that will long be remembered by LGBTQ people. Entitled “Fiducia Supplicans” (from the first two words in Latin, meaning, “Supplicating trust”), the declaration opens the door, for the first time, for the official blessings of same-sex couples by ministers of the church—something that has long been desired by LGBTQ Catholics and their families and friends. 

The declaration also includes a larger meditation on blessings in the Catholic tradition and cautions that the blessings for same-sex couples and others in “irregular” unions should be done in a way that does not confuse these blessings with sacramental marriage or suggest a liturgical rite. But even with those provisions, this is a major step forward for LGBTQ Catholics. 

The declaration opens the door, for the first time, for the official blessings of same-sex couples by ministers of the church.

“It is precisely in this context that one can understand the possibility of blessing couples in irregular situations and same-sex couples without officially validating their status or changing in any way the Church’s perennial teaching on marriage,” wrote Cardinal Fernández in the document, approved by Pope Francis. 

Why is this a major step? First, it is the first time that a Vatican document treats same-sex couples with such pastoral care. It marks a dramatic shift from the dicastery’s (then congregation’s) responsum two years ago, which said that priests and deacons could under no circumstances bless same-sex couples because “God cannot and does not bless sin.” As an aside, a “declaration” is more substantial and, therefore, authoritative than a responsum, which is usually responding to a more specific question (called a dubium) and is narrower in scope. (For some context, “Dominus Iesus,” a landmark document on other Christian denominations and other religions, published in 2000, was also a declaration.)

There was widespread reaction to that responsum, as the new declaration notes in its opening. In particular, LGBTQ people and their friends and families felt that the focus on such relationships as sinful ignored or rejected their experience of loving, committed and self-sacrificing same-sex relationships. News reports also suggested Pope Francis was himself unhappy with that statement, and eventually the person responsible for its publication was removed from the C.D.F. So the Vatican’s pastoral approach to same-sex couples (as well as other couples not sacramentally married) has clearly shifted in the last two years.

It is the first time that a Vatican document treats same-sex couples with such pastoral care.

The declaration is also in line with the letter that Pope Francis wrote to Cardinal Fernández when he was installed as the new prefect of the D.D.F., in which the pope encouraged him to support the “harmonious growth” in theology and, quoting from “Evangelii Gaudium,” noted that the church itself “grow[s] in her interpretation of the revealed word and in her understanding of truth.” Many observers saw that as a new way of understanding the role of the D.D.F., which in recent years had been more concerned with responding to errors. 

Second, you may hear from some quarters that “nothing has changed.” It reminds me of my church history professor, John W. O’Malley, S.J., who said that when church teaching changes, the most common introduction is “As the church has always taught… “

Here, Father O’Malley’s insight is made manifest in a slightly different way. Some Catholics oppose any steps toward greater inclusion for LGBTQ people in the life of the church. We saw some of this during the Synod on Synodality, where I was a voting member, with significant pushback from certain quarters on even using the term “LGBTQ.” So, for some, this declaration (even though it specifies that the blessings must not in any way seem like a marriage rite) will be threatening, and the temptation will therefore be to say, “Nothing has changed.” 

The change here is that these blessings are now officially sanctioned by the Vatican.

But a great deal has in fact changed. Before this document was issued, there was no permission for bishops, priests and deacons to bless couples in same-sex unions in any setting. This document establishes, with some limitations, that they can.

Of course, some may say that there are many restrictions (as noted above), while others will note that in some places (most notable in the German church) these blessings were already widespread. (One German bishop told me during the Synod that he himself blessed such unions outside his cathedral.) The change here is that these blessings are now officially sanctioned by the Vatican. Today, with some limitations, I can perform a public blessing of a same-sex couple. Yesterday, I could not.

Third, it is a major step because it continues Pope Francis’ continual outreach to LGBTQ people.

To take but one example, during the month of October, Pope Francis met with LGBTQ representatives three times. A few days before the Synod began, he met with me in a private audience at the Casa Santa Marta; halfway through the Synod, he met with Jeannine Gramick, S.L., along with her New Ways Ministry team; and finally, during a general audience toward the end of the month, he met with Marianne Duddy-Burke and other representatives from the Global Network of Rainbow Catholics (G.N.R.C.), an umbrella group for LGBTQ Catholic groups worldwide. (Speaking of umbrellas, on the day of that final meeting with G.N.R.C., an immense rainbow appeared over St. Peter’s Basilica.)

I welcome this new declaration and see it as a much-needed pastoral response to Catholic same-sex couples in loving, committed and self-sacrificing relationships.

Some LGBTQ people may be disappointed that this declaration doesn’t go as far as they might hope—that is, allowing same-sex couples to be married sacramentally. Others, especially in countries (and dioceses) where the entire topic is off-limits, will think it goes too far. Both groups, however, can agree that this is a significant change.

As for me, I welcome this new declaration and see it as a much-needed pastoral response to Catholic same-sex couples in loving, committed and self-sacrificing relationships who desire God’s presence and help. And as a priest I look forward to blessing same-sex couples, and sharing with them the graces that God desires for everyone, something I’ve waited years to do.

James Martin, S.J.

James Martin, S.J., is the editor of Outreach and the editor at large of America Media.

All articles by James Martin, S.J.

#LGBTQ #LOVEisLOVE

[chaosmultiverse]

🏠🏠🏠 joy, faith, and hope!

Naturally they live together, they have always lived together even when they were children at the same orphanage.

It is a large house on the outskirts of the main mass where monsters live on the edge of a small town where more human-lite monsters live (such as magic users, some undead, some that are close to scp-like & monster worshipping cults).

The house itself on the outside has a very cozy feeling being made of old stone and having a overgrown gaurden that slowly is overtaking the house and fence Grace used to tend.

it is a two story home, semi loft style where most of the upstairs is visble downstairs in the living room.

Downstairs is pretty messy with multi use rooms, the round living room also is cloest to a downstairs hallway and is also a library the coven stores their spell books and lore important books, this room also houses a teleport circle that takes them to a Monster Acmandy dorm room.

The kicten doubles as a dining room and a potion making room, the backroom is for laundry and storing Hope's flying brooms.

Each ofthe witch'shave a spacious bedroom on the second story.

Hope's is full of tarot & other divenion tools, sports gear for multiple flying broom based sports, pet supplies for a pet she doesn't have anymore & dusty sewing supplies.

Faith's is full of shelfs with potions & books, has a large light in the center of the room made of many small crystal shards, & an alarming amount of broken mirrors. She also tends to keep her room pretty unlit.

Joy's is full of old & no longer useful mythgovons, many books she can never find the time to read, posters for cheesy adventure & monster of the week shows, & a closet full of different clothes. Before Joy lived here the coven used the space to store extra items

Then there's a door to Grace's bedroom, which is sealed both with locks and runes.

It should also be noted this house was one of the many boons The Goddess offered her coven when they left the orphanage.

[royalreef]

@chaosmultiverse inquired: ☠️ Faith Fernández To kill - Accepting

"I have already made clear my position upon this entire question and the places where it is lacking — my manner of disposal is far more efficient and far less to show for it, so I will not belabor you again with further comments there.

Likewise, while I could pull a similar trick as I mentioned with the last — she hardly has the same amount of reserves within her, so I am hardly expecting as much fun. Maybe I could send her to extractions — but, then, the same was true for the other as well, and the other would have been a far bigger wellspring. As enjoyable as it would be to see her sucked dry and hollowed out, or to watch the disposal of her husk, I do not feel like I would have much to gain. If you were to shove a tap through her, maybe... five, six years? Nothing really to write back about, minimal returns.

......... You know, there is a hypothesis, regarding the presence of a damaged soul within an intact body, or a mismatched soul. Introduce degradation, and the theory grows more complex, particularly because it is difficult to meaningfully extract the soul without triggering degradation. The degradation of the soul inside of its own body is its own source of study, although currently we are not seeing too many returns, primarily due to focus being settled elsewhere.

I might be interested, in watching her soul rot inside of her body. There are some rather telling physical manifestations as well, things which you truly cannot get anywhere else, things which I feel as though Faith would be simply fascinated to experience all upon her own. Cutting it apart, fracturing it, watching the patterns of spread are all things which are of interest, and all of which have certain implications going forth. It'd be slow, of course, but you are asking for a manner of death, and you are not interested in professionalism, so this shall do.

Alternatively, I may simply cease to deal with the Coven as three entirely. It is quite a lot to put up with, and I am sure I could feed their bodies back in on themselves with minimal threat of rejection, and I am sure they could benefit from sharing their bodily systems together. It would certainly take up less space, and far less of my time. Perhaps then they might even be worth actually sending to extractions."

[walkinginsunflowers]

Thanks a lot @hellolovers13 for tagging me on this! 💖

Here are the 9 album I’ve listened the most this 2022 in no particular order (I’ve only albums that were released this year)

Being funny in a foreign language - The 1975

5SOS5 - 5 Seconds of Summer

Entre las dudas y el azar - Dani Fernández

Hold the girl - Rina Sawayama

Special - Lizzo

Laurel Hell - Mitski

Faith in the future - Louis Tomlinson

Harry’s House - Harry Styles

Burn the Empire - The Snuts

Special mention to Fine Line because I’ve listened to it a lot!

I love discovering new music, so I’m tagging quite a lot people, but zero pressure, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want! 💖 @thechavier @hlkings @medicinelarrie @lhrry @uwulouis @aestheticlarrie @alloutshirt @larrysballetslippers @ahurricanebehindthedoor @thedevilinmybrain @kadd-kadd @himboniall @ladychlo

[apenitentialprayer]

[T]he Holy Father invites us to value the simple faith of the People of God, who, even in the midst of their sins, emerge from their everyday lives and open their hearts to ask for God's help.

Cardinal Victor Fernández, ("Press Release Concerning the Reception of Fiducia supplicans," §4)

[tinavy35]

It seems the quotes in this post are made up, but this event did happen, though in a much less heroic context. Ivan did help Abel and did the honorable thing by not taking advantage of Abel’s confusion, but he’s not as honorable as the fake quotes above make him out to be.

What Ivan actually said (according to this El Pais article):

Ivan: “In the Burlada cross-country race there was hardly anything at stake [...] apart from being able to say that you had beaten an Olympic medalist, but even if they had told me that winning would have earned me a place in the Spanish team for the European championships, I wouldn’t have done it either. Of course it would be another thing if there was a world or European medal at stake. Then, I think that, yes, I would have exploited it to win... But I also think that I have earned more of a name having done what I did than if I had won. And that is very important, because today, with the way things are in all circles, in soccer, in society, in politics, where it seems anything goes, a gesture of honesty goes down well.”

In short, Ivan admitted he didn’t think it was worth it to win in such a way for a one-off race. This wasn’t a European, World, or Olympics race. That’s why this story isn’t well-known. It didn’t take place at a big competition where such a gesture would have more meaning. Ivan was honest enough to say that if it was a bigger competition, he might have taken the chance to win the race since it would have bigger rewards. I’ll give him credit for admitting that, but he’s not the great, selfless hero the (fake) quotes made him out to be.

What bothered me about the original twitter post is that it didn’t said which race this was. It said “one of the most notable moments in sports history”, but failed to say where and when this moment took place. That’s a red flag.

People in the notes said the interviewer sounded weird, calling Abel “the Kenyan”. This is because the quotes from the “interviewer” and Ivan in the tweet are entirely made up. My guess is that someone wanted to twist this story into a heartwarming story to get attention and made up the quotes to pull heartstrings.

I love a heartwarming story about sportsmanship, but misinformation is not the way to go. We love a honorable, selfless hero, but mindlessly accepting a fake story is not a good way to build faith in humanity. Humans are complex. Yes, Ivan is a good guy for not taking advantage of Abel’s confusion, but Ivan is not an ideal sportsman as he admitted he might have taken the win if this was a big competition. Sorry, but sometimes there is no perfect hero for us to idolize.

[martinwilliammichael]

Excellent news for the Shrine of Our Lady of Pellevoisin

This is excellent news: on Friday, August 30, 2024, the Dicastery for the Doctrine of the Faith made public the positive decision (nihil obstat) concerning the spiritual fruits of the fifteen apparitions recounted by the visionary Estelle Faguette in Pellevoisin, a French commune in the Indre region, during the year 1876. 

In a letter from Cardinal Fernández, Prefect of the Dicastery for the Doctrine of the Faith, entitled “Our Lady of Mercy, lead us to the heart of Christ”, addressed to the Most Rev. Jérôme Beau, Archbishop of Bourges, the faithful are authorized to join in Marian devotion at the Pellevoisin shrine: “Not only can I affirm that there are no doctrinal, moral or other objections to this spiritual event, [...] but that on the contrary all will find in it a path of spiritual simplicity, trust and love, likely to do you much good. It will certainly be good for the whole Church,” declared Cardinal Fernandez.

The Pellevoisin apparitions took place between February 14, 1876, and December 8 of the same year. Mary appeared to a young woman named Estelle Faguette, who was terminally ill at the start of the apparitions and was cured at the fifth apparition (February 19). Mary presented herself as “the most merciful” (3rd apparition) and later told Estelle that she had come for “the conversion of sinners” (7th apparition) and for “the little ones and the weak” (13th apparition). 

Mary presented Estelle (9th apparition) with the scapular bearing her Son's heart on the front. Later, with the approval of Rome, an image of Mary was added to the other side. This is the core of the apparitions: the “All-Merciful” leads to the heart of her Son, the source of mercy.

In the 11th apparition, Mary invited us to pray especially for the Church and for France.  She appeared fifteen times in just a few months to Estelle Faguette.

Today, the message of Our Lady of Pellevoisin, the All-Merciful, is particularly timely and relevant to the thirst of more and more seekers of God, who come to entrust themselves to the Mother of Her Son in great hope.

Adapted from fr.aleteia.org

Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you; blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.