#gaining more for God

[tom4jc]

Matthew 25:20 What Are You Doing With Your Talents?

So he who had received five talents came and brought five other talents, saying, ‘Lord, you delivered to me five talents; look, I have gained five more talents besides them.’ Matthew 25:20 Every person is given things that one can use. These can be given freely, or they can be purchased by self. It is common for people to use what they have for themselves. Time, money and physical things are…

[catmask]

with that said there are characters that a fat maybe not canonically but they are spiritually. to me. they may not be drawn that way but i know whats true. ive seen it like a sort of prophet

[starry-bi-sky]

i think i'm hilarious -- aka i made blood blossom danny au memes

all of these come from my DpxDC prompt "i am pushing the batdad agenda--" and it's corresponding additions in the reblogs ksdjlf.

i am. rotating them in my head. forever and always. personally i think there should be more batdad aus in dpxdc, their dynamic could be neat. :)

[donutfloats]

Gabriel’s flock is the closest you’re gonna get to a cult that actually isn’t a cult due to their mostly pacifistic ways

This does cause problems however when dissenters or spies start causing problems

Gabriel is a little backwards with how they deal with people like this, as they simply just kick them out instead of forcing them to to change their ways

Granted if they cause actual problems, like stealing, damage to property, or hurting others: they will get sent to jail

For the most part it’s these individuals choice if they want to stay, Gabriel isn’t forcing them

Doesn’t mean Gabriel can’t get frustrated tho and contemplate “what if I just said fuck it and murdered these people”

[studioboner]

taping this onto my mirror so i can stay motivated

[shima-draws]

Kieran has me in a chokehold. His character arc is so GOOD. You can tell that his bitterness and anger doesn’t just come from everything that’s happened to him recently. It’s pretty obvious that he’s been living in Carmine’s shadow for a LONG time and she’s always kinda treated him badly. But it wasn’t until the player character came along that he was finally able to voice that in his own way;; Just when he thinks he’s made a true friend in someone, someone that can and will stand up to his sister and is able to defeat her in battle (which inspires him to start speaking up for himself more), Carmine steals them away. And that’s a big betrayal to him. He clearly has self esteem issues which leads to him thinking that Carmine was talking shit about him behind his back and getting the player to believe that he wasn’t worth being friends with. And that makes him think both of them were laughing at him and making fun of him. And THEN the player goes and takes the last thing that Kieran has, the last thing he truly cares about: Ogerpon. It’s no wonder he got so frustrated and petty and lashed out 😭 Still breaks my heart to see but they did a really good job showing that progression of him losing more and more of his patience with Carmine. And him generally feeling like everything he cares about is being torn away. And losing to the player over and over just makes things WORSE. He’s not strong enough to beat them, he’s not strong enough to stand up to his sister, he’s not strong enough to be worthy of Ogerpon, he’s not strong. He needs to get stronger. Stronger and stronger and stronger.

GODDDD. He’s going to live rent free in my brain forever now. I can’t wait to see the direction they take with him in The Indigo Disk

[spaghettito3]

It's always been Curly (Pre-crash Curly x Reader)

Captain Curly, the dependable captain of The Tulpar. That's who he was and will ever be.  ... Until you joined The Tulpar.

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Or; a small look into Curly and his relationship with his name and title, with sprinklings of fluff.

ao3

It's always been Curly. Cur–ly; two syllables, a trip up and down the steps, the natural progression of things, finishing off a dance with a bow. It's Curly from the hiring manager of that fast food place when he'd made it just in time for his interview when he was 18, dressed in a suit; It's Grant from that awkward girl in middle school who decided she liked him after seeing him score a goal, then Curly once she knew him a bit more; It's Captain from his crew, and back to Curly again when they want to get on his good side. He was Curly.

He doesn't know how it all began, but eventually people started to favour his last name. It made sense, though; a name like Curly fits the bill for a dude with golden curls. He didn't mind that shift, either—two syllables always sounded better, together, than one, alone. He was Curly.

Grant is that one person sitting on the seat closest to the pick-up area of a coffee shop that you'd see for half a second when you go to get your drink. Curly is that dependable captain of The Tulpar with a crew that relies on him. Grant is that flower pot bought at a market years ago, left sitting at the back of the closet. Curly is a bundle of flowers packed perfectly in paper from that same market, just a few, more-populated stalls away. He was Curly.

So if that's the case, why do you insist on holding onto Grant so tightly?

When you introduced yourself to him and the crew last minute—courtesy of the Pony Express—you referred to him as Grant. Grant; one syllable, an unceremonious fall down the stairs, an abrupt stop, finishing off a dance with a trip. He'd been so used to everyone referring to him as Captain or Curly that a single word alone felt similar to when the wind back on Earth would sometimes suddenly pick up and make a mess of his perfectly styled hair. And despite seeing the mess you've made, you'd continue as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Grant this, Grant that. No mention of that blond curly-haired captain, save for the one you were choosing to call Grant at the moment.

It didn't bother him; he didn't let it bother him, not when he had a job to do and bills to pay and a freighter to man. Hell, it wasn't even about your usage of the name as well; just the reasoning behind why when everyone else called him Curly. Though it was starting to become less like a small gust of wind and more like a rocky, thorny, bordering-on-uncomfortable bump in the road, and his brain soon added that train of thought to the things he'd think about when he'd try to sleep.

He eventually cracked one sleepless night down by the kitchenette with you.

There wasn't anything special that triggered it; no mocking tone he'd sooner expect someone like Jimmy to use back at home, just a simple:

“Hey, Grant. Couldn't sleep as well?”

“Why do you call me that?”

He remembers the slight falter in your smile when he’d lost himself. Curly wouldn't start the conversation with that if he decided it was even a good idea to have that conversation at all. Your act wasn't hurting anyone; it was just a name. There was no need to confront you.

Though as much as he hated ever asking and wanted to take it back, to his dismay, you took it on the chin and chuckled. “It's your name.” Your eyes remained on his, your mug clink-clink-clinking as you stirred on it.

“Everyone calls me Curly.”

“Everyone calls you Curly,” you repeated. That's when you dropped your gaze, and he hated how his eyes immediately followed the line of sight down onto your mug, as if desperate to chase it. You continued stirring on your coffee—surely it's at a drinkable temperature by now—and he debated on getting his own cup. It'd be a waste of time to try to sleep now; no way that he wouldn't overthink and repeat this conversation ad infinitum in his mind.

Eventually, you looked up and he met your eyes at an embarrassing speed. His gaze flickered onto your lips when they quirked into a smile, as if you remembered something funny. You then, with a gentle hand, slid your mug over to him.

“What if Grant gets lonely?”

That was the stupidest thing you could've said.

After all, weren't Grant and Curly the same person? Why the need for that distinction? That's when he realised your eyes were still meeting his; unwavering, curious. You weren't looking at the curly blond hair, the Pony Express uniform, or the body he'd worked so hard to get—just his eyes.

Grant wanted to laugh—actually, he did laugh, it seemed, when a chuckle bubbled out of him.

“That makes no sense.”

He reached for the mug you offered and took a sip. Then, he lowered his cup to speak, his voice softer this time:

“...But I'm sure Grant appreciates the company.”

That was the stupidest thing he could've said. You told him as such with your own chuckle.

“I'll keep on sticking by Grant, then.”

His eyes flickered onto your lips again, and it became abundantly clear that you’d grin every time you said the name Grant; first, an ‘o’ shape with your mouth for the ‘gr’, then you'd widen the shape for ��an’—before finally grinning to enunciate the ‘t’. Grant; one syllable, a hop down the stairs, a period in a sentence, finishing off a dance with the last step. He teared his eyes away and brought the mug to his lips again, a faint heat rising to his cheeks, but it was too late; now he wouldn't be able to stop noticing your smile every time you said his name or the way you said it.

Ever since then, every time he'd hear a “Grant!” he'd turn his head that way—no longer out of a sense of obligation, but because he wanted to. Because maybe if he turned fast enough he'd catch a glimpse of your smile mid-Grant… But then he'd probably turn his head right back, eyes wide in a panic, because oh god he's not supposed to be anticipating his crewmate’s smile like this.

He’ll think about the implications of his feelings as the captain of The Tulpar later, but for now… It's not so bad being Grant.

[tillydouspart]

watching third life, when they didn't quite know each other yet, is so funny bcs when jimmy went red the hermits didn't quite know what to expect from him, and then they'd actually meet jimmy "you could probably pour soup on him and he'd apologize" solidarity and realize oh ok we're fine

[bumblingbabooshka]

Looking back on Milchick being expected to be grateful for those Blackface portraits of Kier as a reward for all the hard work and long hours he put in knowing that Harmony was given a bust of Kier and a platitude about seeing God in her along with what amounts to a middle manager position in the company which she was then fired from (+ a warning about never seeking credit for the work she did while the man who stole it is given nothing but credit and acclaim but of course the knowledge is for all and you're overestimating your contributions) and thinking about Milchick repeating again and again and again to himself that he needs to let go of childish things and grow up, grow up, grow, and Harmony's ten hour shifts in the factory at eight years old and Why Are You A Child Ms. Huang and she's a child "Because of when [she] was born" but that's it <- You must abandon childish things. You must Grow Up. And the fact that the Wintertide Fellowship is implied to be something you are selected for, plucked from the factory (I see Kier in you) and given the opportunity of working in an office instead of toiling away in obscurity and you should be Honored by this and this should be Enough for you and if it doesn't feel that way - if you feel unappreciated or humiliated or that malicious urge to demand ANYTHING from the Company, the Eagans, Kier, perhaps you should remind yourself of what you owe them (everything). Where you come from (nothing). Remind yourself by doing one task for hours and hours and hours, working until your hands shake in the dark. Do not go home if your mother is sick. She's only your mother because she happened to give birth to you (just as you are a child because of when you happened to be born) - Kier is your father. Lumon is your family, and we need you here. We've put you right where you belong.

[cauldron-burn-and-fire-bubble]

what if emily got an official portrait

[rowanisawriter]

does anyone here fuck with characters who present a shallow and arrogant exterior and secretly harbor a vulnerability and depth that remains hidden until they meet someone that unlocks that part of themselves through sheer determination and the facade completely falls away leaving them rattled and vulnerable and yet still through the horror of being suddenly and completely known they can’t imagine going back to the loneliness of their sheltered and protected past

[groovygrub]

[trappedinafantasy37]

The last DeVir and the forgotten Baenre. Two noble drow forever exiled from their homes and abandoned by Lolth.

[thekidsarentalright]

patrick saying his we made it moment is seeing people stay for saturday is making me feel sooo insanely emotional because it’s like. such a personal metric of success?? like. saturday was never a big hit, but they chose to end every show with it years ago anyways. even when they could see people leaving during it, they chose to keep playing it. because it meant something to Him and to Them, and to the diehard fans too. and just imagining, as time goes on, seeing people choosing to stay. actively seeing peoples opinions and hearts change over time and decide that its worth it to stay, to feel the love and importance that song holds for the band. it’s beyond just a symbolic show that your music is resonating with people and making it into their hearts- people staying Literally shows that. all us believers still believe everytime we sing two more weeks, y’know? and with every show, maybe they’re picking up more believers. and That is how patrick measures his success— in how many people are choosing to believe and to stay.

[chasedeys]

like WHAT do i have to DO to get this BACKKKKKKKKK grow OUTTTT your HAIRRR ARGRHRGHRHRHHHHHHH

[dollypopup]

i think we as a fandom should embrace thicc colin more. thicc colin is my beloved. he loves to eat, he loves to lounge, he's a strong boi. as much as i love luke newton as colin, season 2 colin hits so different for me because baby boy was BIG. those thighs? kill me. his arms? enormous. the little bit of softness on his season 3 sharp ass jaw? phenomenal.

give me a modern day colin who ends up sitting with pen to the side when the family goes to a water park and pen being upset like 'you can just go to ride the slides without me, it's fine' because she's over the weight limit and colin being so confused because 'but i'm over the weight limit?' because he's six foot and some change and just ate his way through europe before coming home

give me a regency colin who spent so long traveling that his body was in a semi-state of starvation all the time, because food isn't super plentiful on long boat rides in the 1800s, and when he's on land, he's exploring and walking and climbing and hiking, so when he settles down, he gets chubby again and his mum is so relieved because he used to come home all skin and bones and she gushes about how well Pen takes care of her son

hell, give me a POLIN who both get fatter after they get married because 1: Penelope gets to actually EAT again (it's like they forgot the whole 'nothing but boiled potatoes' bit for the featheringtons), 2: Colin is a hungry boy and always has been, and 3: food being used as a metaphor for love and healing is important to me

it works in every universe and every situation.

embrace thicc colin into your heart