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pekoehoneyncream · 2 months ago

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Sergeant Kyle Gaz Garrick Headcanons

Part One

Words: 600~

TW: None (sfw)

Part Two

Y'all are powered by spite alone, istg. Gaz won the poll by one vote, ONE! I had soap's shit lined up and ready to go and y'all really said 'nah, no thank you'

Here's your prize,

Hope You Enjoy!

Gaz is slow to trust. He does not like strangers, and often feels on edge around new people. He isn't outright rude, in fact he's often downright friendly. He knows better than to alienate unknowns and make unneeded enemies for his team by acting hostile.

Ghost often validates Gaz's suspicious nature by asking him for breakdowns of potential weaknesses and if someone's likely to become a problem or a liability.

Gaz shows a lot of love through acts of service, if there's anything that the 141 needs or needs done he'll make sure it happens, often before they even realise it's going to become a problem.

Gaz has a habit of referring to other people as NPCs. Particularly groups of people that ostensibly have a use, but only ostensibly.

Gaz cusses A Lot. He uses swearing, snark, and sarcasm as coping mechanisms, particularly in stressful situations. He doesn’t like directing his vitriol at his teammates, but situations, enemies, unknowns, strangers, acquaintances, and friends are all free game.

Cannot stand ticking or tapping noises, especially when he can't find where the sound is coming from. Rattling vents and unbalanced ticking ceiling fans are the banes of his existence. | At first he tried to be casual when he brought stuff up to Price, “So, have you noticed that the third light in the breakroom buzzes and flickers a bit when it's on?”, but now he just straight up tells Price what bothers him. (Price tells maintenance, but if they're being too slow Price has been known to just fix it himself.) | Soap, with his pathological need to bounce his legs, is on thin fucking ice. Gaz can usually ignore it if Soap keeps a consistent rhythm, but when Soap's fidgety he starts to drive Gaz up the wall.

Not great at sharing. Leaving the last piece of something, in case someone else might want it, is not something that would ever cross his mind. If someone doesn't directly ask for something, he's assuming they're not interested.

He's cannot do constructive criticism. He's got the criticism part down pat, but rarely cares enough to struggle with making it constructive. He embodies that video: Be Nice. ‘I'm finding it.’ It takes you that long? ‘It does, It does.’

He's an only child. His mom, Gemma, is a Biomedical Equipment Technician, and his dad, Arthur, is a Semi-Retired English Professor. He was mostly raised by his dad, as his mom's job kept her out of the house most days. His dad actually became Semi-Retired to be a Stay-At-Home-Dad and raise Gaz. Arthur Garrick has published a few textbooks and still goes in for the occasional guest lecture.

Gaz's bedtime stories were books like Le Morte de Artur, the Iliad, Lord of the Rings, the Robert Frost Compendium, and Narnia.

When Gaz was learning to write his dad taught him cursive, leaning towards calligraphy. To this day Gaz's printing looks like a ten year-old's. Meanwhile, his writing is very pretty to look at, but nearly illegible. His signature is completely unreadable, it's just a very elaborate pile of loops and slashes.

Occasionally forgets the words for things. His brain does this thing that he likes to call Playing Wheel of Fortune, where it will let him remember the meaning of the word, and sometimes what the word rhymes with, or its first letter. | These moments all go something like this: “You can’t pin that on me! You've only got… fuck what’s the word, where its a person in a place and they're getting blamed for something. It’s like a lawyery thing.” A court? “No no, it's like they got caught, but they were in the wrong place and it’s only if you put it together a certain way it looks bad. Like a bad impression, but serious. It’s a long word. I think it starts with S… Circumference? No. Situation? Something like that.” Circumstantial? “Yes! Circumstantial! Circumstantial Evidence!” I saw you eating my crisps, that's not circumstantial evidence.

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cherrycokedup · 4 months ago

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i need liked posts to be turned off on tumblr guys i dont need to see that my mutal liked the post "getting FREAKAY in the freak room part five million" like im happy you have hobbies. hobbies are great actually! just. i dont wanna see it, its like getting a cruel vision from the lord above of what your friend is doing at any given moment and it's like the deepest privaacy violation ever. it's like if i was walking down the halls of school and a random person walked up to me and shoved a photo in my face of someone having a moment. like good for them, really, but also i dont think i was authorized to see this information and i dont really thing i wanted to see this information. i feel like some type of wild ass archive of all the sins of my mutals because obviously im not gonna walk up to their dms and be like "hello kind and beloved friend, how was your binge on lego ninjago dick sucking?" because that is insane. how am i supposed to kindly tell me friends that their tumblr is backstabbing them and showing all their muatals their liked posts unprovoked on my dashboard. yknow what is my worst nightmare to see? " liked by --" sometimes it is good and a fine post, and i can like it too. i like it when you can share in our liking and not reblogging! but too many times it has me learning something i dont think i really needed to know. and who knows. maybe i did need to know. maybe the reason tumblr is showing me that my friends are liking "𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖇𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊?" is because it is trying to broaden my horizens, it is trying to show me a whole new world of debachery. which sure, introduce me away but i am like not very open to this because you opened the introducion with "you know what your friend of three years that you just helped write a college submission essay has been really into lately?" like i know they have been into spreading love and joy and kindness. i know they have been into their stardew farm. i know they have been into getting a job. and yet there is more horror to come. you know what REALLY horrifes me about this tumblr feature? it's the idea that tumblr might be snitching on ME. it fills me with all the fear of someone who did not pack a bomb going through airport security. because what if once in 2018 i did pack a bomb and now tumblr is coming onto my friend's dashes with a creepy grin, waving around a screenshot of me packing a bomb and going "LOOKY, LOOKY HERE. LITTLE FUCKING SLUTTY BITCH WHORE OF THE CENTURY LIKED AN EMBARSSING FANDOM SEX POST FOURTEEN YEARS AGO." except it would not give them the timestamp. for all my friends would know, i liked that post today. everyday i check that my liked posts are still private. everyday i go into my tumblr settings and make sure that the "share your liked posts!" switch is off, like im the guy who has the watch the nucular reactor radar but on a far more worst and catastrophic level. i feel like the last one of my seer kind, unable to forget or turn off my wretched visions, and I cannot tell any of them for they would not understand so it is my curse to bare alone, until I die out. It is my curse to know that some people in the world, some people who i look upon with all the fondness in the world, people I would save over myself in a heartbeat if it came down to us standing at the end of the world and there is only enough room in the saftey shuttle for one more person, it is my curse, and mine along to bare knowing that that person liked a post of Jack in the Box mascot having his bare ass cheeks on display for the rest of the world. If there is a way to be done with this torment, I do not know. I have scoured the settings and the only option i can find is to hide my own likes, and hope any sins of my long forgotten past will stay locked in a vault so deep even I can't dig them out, even I can't remember what they once were.

#rant #silly rant #none of the examples in the post are things ive actually seen im not trying to call people personally out #anyways yeah #btw guys if arent sure how to make your likes private it's in your blog settings #not under privacy for some reason #it's blog settings #where you set up your ask box and stuff #go forth my friends and be horned up freaks with the door to your likes closed!

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synnthamonsugar · 11 months ago

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i don't know how tumblr works so forgive me if i made this prompt in the wrong place

so uhh.... a fic based on number 43 from the intimacy prompt list for mara/shaxx 👉👈

43. Falling asleep with their head in your lap Woe, my very specific headcanons for Mara/Shaxx (and by extension, Mara/Sjur) be upon thee!

Queen Mara Sov drapes against the arm of the blue silk divan, a book of ancient poetry open in her right palm, the stubbled and scarred jawline of Lord Shaxx beneath her left fingertips. He rests his head in her lap, atop the smooth leather of her cuisses, dark eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Through the high windows of the quarters, a twilit blue-purple sky, stars flickering through the vast dust and debris clouds.

In his role as liaison to the Reef in the Great Hunt, Shaxx had come to Mara to report on the lightbearers' progress across the myriad rocky bodies where the wish-dragons had roosted. Off-duty, he stayed to get caught up on the happenings in Mara's life and share his own. The conversation avoided matters of Reef or City news, which Mara appreciated; the Hunt and its attendant diplomacy with the capricious guardians and her own restless subjects wracked her nerves. To talk about the latest productions of the Ghost Community Theater Company and her recent library acquisitions was a welcome reprieve from the grim day-to-day.

"'A grave, a grave,' Lord Barnard cried," she recites from an old Earth poem telling the story of a roguish man, a married woman, and a love triangle that ends in a deadly duel. "'To put these lovers in; but lay my lady on the upper hand, for she came of the better kin.'"

"Is this your way of issuing a warning, Queen Mara?" he asks with good-natured incredulity.

She huffs stiffly. "Unless one of us is a disguised ahamkara, we needn't fear the wrath of the Tempest."

Mara pictures herself and Sjur as two planets circling a star in slightly irregular orbits. Sometimes, celestial mechanics draw them to blissful conjunction, and other times they drift into peaceful divergence. They will always reunite, so there is no sorrow in the matter, no more than Terra mourns Mars when he surpasses her. With the awareness that others may track in and out of their lives like passing comets, there is no jealousy. And no sense of possession over that which cannot be owned.

"I cannot speak for you, but the twinkle in my eyes is merely joy at spending time with you," he assures, right hand idly stroking her bony knuckles. She flips her hand palm-up to lace with his. "Still, I wouldn't decline a rematch. In all my days as warlord and crucible-master, I've never before encountered a fighter of such skilled ferocity. You are fortunate to have her, and the ahamkara are unfortunate to stand in her way."

She trusts Sjur will stand strong against the dragons; she has conquered foes more fearsome and less familiar. Still, Mara anxiously awaits transmission for confirmation that the Queen's Wrath has endured another day unharmed.

"I do not think another living soul would volunteer to stand opposite Sjur's bow," Mara smirks.

He smiles. "We guardians are an odd sort. You know that."

"I do," she says, not finishing her thought: but you aren't, and that's why I like you so.

In a world of reckless children afire with the power of gods, Shaxx is measured, empathetic, diplomatic. Worthy of the trust she so carefully meters out. The lightbearers would do well to be more like him.

She almost says so, but finds his eyes closed, breath slow and steady. Setting the book on the arm of the lounge, she shifts so that her arm tucks around him, and her head rests on his chest, accompanying him in slumber.

#destiny #mara/shaxx #synnth fic #saturnalia 2023

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quandaryqueen · 2 years ago

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With Young Justice Riddler(or more if you want): He is coming home from a cuddly date with Y/N at the fair, and he realizes that his shirt smells like Y/N. So Eddie pulls his shirt up to his face to smell it before it fades away.

Lightheaded, lighthearted

Young Justice Edward Nygma X Reader

OHOHO this wil be good, to those who are requesting more of our pathetic baby YJ Eddie, I love you guys sooooo so much 💝✨

💚 It is most crucial to introduce major players in this little trip, so I won't refer these group fo people as solely 'your friends' throughout the whole narrative.

There's Lee, the horndog with the innuendos. but with that innocent face, no one suspected a thing and no one would believe you. The brightest, yet sometimes dimmest. Other than that, she's a sweetheart.

Diedre, the thrill seeker. Enables Lee a lot with her continuous spur of innuendos by adding fuel to the fire. A great cheerleader and pep talker, she is very encouraging and supporting, always the loudest in the crowd when it comes to showing support.

Nina, the stoic one, the sarcastic edge over lord. Mistress of dry humour, straight-faced and takes no shit. May look like she doesn't give a fuck, but don't let that fool you, she's the older sister friend that keeps everyone in check if she isn't the one enabling it, which is normally the case.

Marian, but she prefers to be called Macy, mom friend supreme. Sweet, warm, welcoming. Holds the metaphorical child-leashes in your friend group. Is placed under constant stress with either Lee, Diedre, Nina and you from your unique individual needs, circumstances, fuck ups and such.

💚 Carnival fairs!!! The food, the sights, the ambiance! The screams of children and adult alike as they course through the air from a highly questionable machinery that's probably overdue to repairs and maintenance... ITS FUN I SWEAR---

Well, you can always avoid the rides... But you have friends who are good in peer pressure, in which case, yes, you cannot avoid it. You can delay the rides by going elsewhere, but it won't take long until one of them hurls you in one of those the rides.

If you can tolerate/enjoy such activities, good for you. Your date on the other hand... Well, you gotta save it for last if you want him coherent, not vomitting and standing with two of his feet on the ground.

💚 And so while you're evading the carnival rides, Edward has taken to test himself with a few range-shooting games for fun. He's held a real gun before and aimed it at the Bat before, surely he can do it in a setting in which it's not really. Keyword, aimed, never shot. And he's only ever used it to intimidate anyways--but surely! Surely he can use a fake one! And besides, the targets aren't even moving... Unless the game is rigged, then it was not on him.

Anyways, there were five bullets loaded in the toy gun and you have a specific amount of targets to knock off a terrain to win a specific objects with points written on them. Ten points can win you a pen. Fifteen points you can win a snack. Twenty five points get a pencil case. Forty points can get you the fun ones, the stuffed points and boy, was he aiming for a one hundred to win youthe biggest stuff toy in there.

He has the gun in his hand, on a stance of what he thinks is the proper pose for a marksman.

Aim... Ready... Fire.

Aaaaand it missed. His aim was waaaay off. Upon firing, he catches the attention of your wandering friends and began to gather behind you. Knowing them full-well, they were going to heckle the fuck out of your poor man for the fun of it and though it's all in the name of fun and they don't really mean it, but you know how Edward can be a touch sensitive. Instead, Lee, Diedre and Nina stood behind scrutinizing the targets, then the operator, who has his eyes on you.

Whatever, he has four more shots.

... it didn't knock the target off the terrain.

Nina steps next to Edward and squints at the target for a moment, before turning to him.

"Try shooting that one," She points at the one at the edge, in which Edward follows and surely hits the target, but it didn't fell off. He empties the bullets, and it barely knocked it over. "Huh... The glue on that target sure is strong, ain't it Mister?" Nina points a barely concealed condescension at the operator, her accusatory gaze contorting to irritation when Macy smacked the sarcastic lass by the shoulder.

"I assure you, ma'am, they're not. See?" The operator demonstrates by picking up the target. Seeing satisfaction in Nina's eyes, he lowers the target back down.

"Sorry about that, Mister." Macy sheepishly smiles at him.

"Nah, I get it."

"I'll have another try."

Your friends glanced at your date with stunned faces. Oh he is determined to get you that damned stuffed animal, fuck his wallet.

💚 About five tries, not a point in his calibre and at this point, he was getting embarrassed. He is aware this might be rigged but at the same time, his ego was way to big for him to back down until he won the price. He is winning this for you, goddamnit! It feels as though he was playing basketball, and he has the ball and proclaims to you that this shot is for you, only for him to fail at shooting the ball in the ring and it just looks pathetic and to him, it symbolically equates his love for you being untrue. He doesn't know where he is pulling these bullshit from at this point, he is a mess.

"May I try?"

Edward flushed red when your hand lands on his arm and his determination and obligation to win this melted away. Of course he wasn't going to say no to you! Who would do such a thing?

"O-Of course!"

He hands you the gun and closely watched the concentration in your beautiful countenance scrutinize the target with sheer admiration in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed the trigger.

For some reason, he wasn't that butt hurt. He initially thought he would, but not a speck of it was there. Instead, he felt proud and damn impressed. And his chest swelled at the memory of the sight of concentration in your features, how you somehow dropped from your usual self and into this unrecognisable, yet still beautiful side of you.

It was then Edward found out that your achievements were also your friends', as he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard them shriek behind him in excitement, shouting out words of support. But most of all, you actually did it! You sheepishly turned to them, rubbing the back of your neck whilst lowering the gun by the counter.

"HELL YEAH!"

"YOU GO BITCH!"

"WE KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!"

"WAY TO GO!"

"Oh come on you guys, it was just beginner's luck." You dismissively waved at them, before picking up the price by the counter. "This, is for you." You handed him the brown bear with a purple bow around its neck.

"T-thank you umm..." He swallows thickly, accepting the bear and pressing it to his chest. "I-uh... Good job! You did really well!"

"Aww, shucks..." You bit your lip before lightly nudging him. "I kept you in mind as an inspiration to win."

Edward stares at you with wide eyes. Have you now?

"I'm flattered, Y/N. I was actually... Um... The sentiment is mutual but uh, I kinda— y-ya know, failed." And it was pathetic.

"I know this sounds so cliché... But it's the thought that counts."

"OH MY GOSH, KARAOKE YOU GUYS!"

Diedre exclaimation bursts from the world you constructed with Edward where the only two of you exist at the moment. You were back in the present, where your friends began dragging both you and Edward to the said karaoke booth.

💚 The booth was small, but enough to fit six people if you are willing to squeeze against your seatmates... Or maybe sit on one's lap, that can work too and that's what you did. Edward was a touch flustered, but with enough convincing from you, he finally sat on your lap.

Anyways, songs were found and numbers were punched in. The microphone was functional in Diedre's hand and the machine was blaring the tracks you all know and love. At first, Edward was a touch too flustered to sing along with you and your friends. But as time comes, he finds himself singing as well, just not as loud as you were being. The microphone gets passed around during verse and chorus switch, in which Edward denied the microphone and instead passed it to someone else.

"But mama I'm in love with a criminal! And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical! Mama please don't cry, I will be alright! All reason aside, I just can't deny, love the guy~"

Diedre had always been fond of singing and she is one hell of a vocalist. But at times, she tends to be carried away and throw what she had learned from vocal classes and just scream lyrics with friends.

"IF YOU CAN SEE THAT I'M THE ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS YOU, BEEN HERE ALL ALONG SO WHY CAN'T YOU SEE—! YOU BELONG WITH ME, OOOH YOU BELONG WITH ME!!!"

Lee is a screamer, not a shred of vocal talent within her but she is an enthusiastic fellow who is passionate about it.

"Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song~"

Macy falls more into the soft, whispery singing voice suited for lullabies.

"Somebody, ooh, somebody! Can anybody find me somebody to looooooove!"

Nina and her rock and roll voice, of course. Chest voice is rich and she nails more of the guttural side of singing, but now and again, she belts out.

"Oh shut the fuck up you're winning in love." Nina shoves your face away from the microphone from singing the chorus, her gaze flickering to Edward, before she continues with the second verse.

They're already wilding at this stage, Edward wonder what could possibly happen if alcohol were to be involved...

💚 As the "the first one to get a sore throat" competition ensues, Edward couldn't help but to feel at ease at how your friends would include him in every activity you engage in. He doesn't feel lost in conversations, as they would provide him context.

He doesn't notice the way you wrapped your arms around his waist while he was seated in your lap until you temporarily unwrapped them and reached for something. He felt as though your arms were natural to be there, around his midsection. The moment he noticed, he was flaring red and one might assume because you were screaming the lyrics of Rihanna's S and M.

"You sure you don't wanna give it a go?" You grinned at Edward, offering the microphone. R

"Come on!"

"It'll be fun!"

"Pleaaaaase?"

"You don't have to," Macy reassures with an understanding look, as the instrumental of the last song begins.

... I mean, he might as well.

Upon reaching for the microphone, your friends began clapping and cheering. He isn't much of a singer but the way your friends hype up one another despite delivering an ear-piercing performance, they applaud to no end, so it does bring comfort to know that.

"I want your love and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!"

"WOAH OH OH OOOOOOH~~~" you and your friends sang along.

"I want your love and all your lover's revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!"

💚 After exiting the booth, the sights of the ride greets you once again, where it had Edward swallowing thickly when his eyes meet a Pirate ship ride filled with screaming attendants. Then there's a roller coaster, a big nope. Then there's the Ferris wheel, that's oddly fast instead of an idle spin, it resembled a human washing machine.

Then there's your friends, pointing at the said rides in excitement. This is where Edward has taken to hiding behind you again when your friends settled to ride the Pirate Ship. The ominous thing which swung back and fourth like a pendulum.

"Come on Edward, it'll be fun!" Lee encourages, lightly shaking him by his shoulders.

"I-I don't think I can—"

"If Y/N will ride, would you?"

Yes...

"Lee, don't force someone to do what they don't want to," Macy lightly scolds.

"You are riding, right Y/N?" Diedre asks, draping her arm around your shoulder and poking a finger in your cheek.

"Well yeah, sure why not?"

... well, suck it up, I guess.

"Dee," Macy glares at Diedre.

"I-I'll go." Edward blurts out.

"Are you sure?" You and Macy spoke in unison.

"Yes." No.

"Come on, I already bought tickets. Eddie's coming along, right?" Nina spoke from behind you after standing in line to get tickets.

"I am..."

"Are you sure?" You pulled him aside, clinging on his arm and looking deeply within his bespectacled gaze to search his reluctance, lo and behold, it was so fucking obvious.

"Y-Yes... Don't worry about me." Fucking. Help.

💚 With reassurances given to you and himself, he was strapped in his seat with you and Lee, who were seated on either side of him. White knuckling the metallic safety bar, he watches in horror as the seats were filled by other attendants and the sound of horns rings against his ears. Then, the ship started to swing and let me tell you, his stomach fucking dropped.

His first instinct was to screw his eyes shut and refused to let a sound from his throat. Behind him, he can hear Nina and Diedre cheering loudly, fucking egging the conductor to bring the ride at its fullest speed. Out of fear, he tucks his head against your neck and found his hand clutching your thigh. In all this terror, for a moment, felt him stabilizing when he felt you put a hand atop his...

Then, somehow, Nina and Diedre finally got what they want... Everyone boarding the ride who swore not to scream, screamed. Edward was a little thankful he wasn't the only one.

💚 Nina and Diedre were a touch disappointed when the ride came to end, but some others were rushing out of the ride and Edward was one of them. The ground seemingly swayed with every step and felt as though he had once again accidentally drank from the Mad Hatter's teacup. To lend him a sense of stability, you were once again by his side... Macy, being the concern mother hen she is, was also there. Whereareas Lee, Nina and Diedre were laughing about the experience... Not specifically Edward, but he was too disoriented to hear it.

"Oh my fucking, the girl behind me was screeching a church hymn." Diedre laughed, before nudging Nina. "You got that recorded, right?!"

"Sure did!" Nina holds her phone out.

"Oooh! I recorded too!" You looked over Lee, who possesses blackmail material with a glare.

"Who are you feeling?" Macy, not minding the noise behind her, has taken to seating Edward under a tree shaded bench. Rummaging through her back, she produces a zesty menthol essential oil before handing it to Edward. "Here, hold on to this for the time being. I'm going to get some water."

"Thank you..." Edward managed to croak as Macy turned away and make a beeline for the food stalls. Taking a light inhale from the uncapped bottle, he feels his nausea to lightly dissipate.

"I am so sorry about that..." Edward glances at you to find your apologetic face looking away.

"No, no, it's not your fault... It was my choice..." He weakly insists.

"Can I still make it up to you?" You looked up at him.

... Well if you're offering...

"Can I... Rest my head on your shoulder?" Edward chokes up for a moment, but felt a sense of comfort knowing you wouldn't say know.

Smiling, you tip your head aside your offer him your shoulder. Edward leans in and sighs in content, face flushing a deeper shade of red when you went an extra mile to wrap your arms around his torso. Unbeknownst to the both of you, certain cellphone welding friends were taking pictures.

💚 Upon feeling better, the whole group decided to stop by for some snacks, eat before going home. Edward had fun; he got to know more of you, the people you love, your interests, talents, befriended your friends, rode a dreaded ride... Cuddling up with you...

When he got home, he couldn't deny the smile on his face. He steps in his room, in the process of removing his jacket when he suddenly caught your scent. Stunned, he presses his nose on his jacket and breathes it in before he collapsed on his bed with a content sigh.

He was disrupted from his daydreams when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Curiously, he reaches for it and unlocks it, to find himself added to a group chat named 'Green Gang', the picture of the group being the photo you have taken after the damn ride... Lee, Diedre, Nina who looked as normal, while you, Macy and Edward were situated by the corner tending to him.

Lee: Hey :D

Lee: Just got home. I'll send some pics later (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Nina sent 30 photos

Diedre: Damn, I have like 3 or 5 pics 😂

Nina sent 30 photos

Nina sent 10 videos

Diedre: 😳

Lee: RIP phone storage

Macy: Still on the train. Are you okay now, Edward?

Edward froze... He swallows thickly, before typing up a reply.

Edward: Just got home. I'm doing great, thank you for taking care of me.

Lee: That's Macy for ya (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

Edward: That was actually a great time, thank you for inviting me.

Diedre: We won't traumatise you next time 😁

Nina: That would be Y/N's job lmao

Edward couldn't help but to chuckle.

Y/N: Gang and I are like going out for a fun photoshoot. Wanna come?

Well duh.

Edward: I'd love to.

Another date, pinned on his calendar. He is fucking winning in life.

#edward nygma x you #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #request #young justice riddler #young justice riddler x reader #anonymous #ocs #query #echo #query and echo #nina damfino #diedre vance

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00queasy00 · 2 years ago

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tomarrymort + not quite mermaid au:

this one is a bit messy, but you get what you see here :3 --- Harry (a magizoologist + specializes in marine magical creatures) snuck on a traders' boat to get closer to the cave off the rocky cliff side up north. Gladly the crew is very new and the captain of the ship doesn't come out often, so he blended in with everyone without any issues. They just assumed Harry paid the captain to tag along for his explorations. (time skip) Two weeks have passed and harry is beginning to get antsy. This particular crew loves to tell bed time stories about some of the creatures they've encountered on different voyages. A few different crew members have spoken about "The one that calls itself Lord Voldemort". It is a creature with bizarre hunting tactics that even the most experienced have not encountered before. From realistic mirages to bloody killings, Lord Voldemort is just as unpredictable as the crew visually described it. Some swear they've seen great big tentacles, while others said they've been lured out with the promises of wishes to their passed loved ones. The bottom denominator for all of its deadly and massacres, has been that Lord Voldemort sightings are more frequent and bloody the closer one gets to the very same cave Harry is aiming to investigate.

After every chilling story of this Lord Voldemort, has the hair of his arms standing and sweat building when Harry retires to his claimed hammock and dreams of a monster and its mysterious ways. The time has finally come, and the rocky cliffsides are getting closer and closer in the distance. Harry's is swooping in excitement and his eyes dart back and forth the ocean side. He swears he is seeing long thick tentacles drifting under the boat...but maybe it's just the trick of the fog and his excitement/anxiety to get off the boat. The traders ship is not docking him, but passing very closely to their own destination further ahead. When the boat doesn't seem to be getting any closer to the rocky cliffs, Harry decided that he needs to just jump in and wish his luck. He says his good byes and good lucks to his new friends. Right when he was about to jump head first into the dark waters... The boat was violently & aggressively split in two! Pillars, wooden scraps, and people are thrown from above, below, and sideways, as the boat is rapidly sinking in itself at an alarming rate!! Harry barely remembers the exact details as he grabbed onto the nearest empty crate.

He mainly recalls the screeching of something demonic and nothing like any marine creature he knows. (time skip) He first comes to, with a blurry image of a...boy...man?...approaching him. The ringing in his ears and the pain is all he can full process, before smacking his head again on cold stone ground. If he tries hard enough, he swore that he felt something cold combing his hair. The second time he is awaken, is to the sounds of the violent water smacking against the cliffside and a sound of soft coo-ing. "Are you awake?" a whisper-like voice says. Harry's eyes snap open and he gets up on instinct. Only for dizziness to hit him and he tumbles into a solid body and warms holding him tight. "It is okay. You are okay now." The voice says, and helps Harry sit right up against slimy stone walls. "Harry, right? I've heard stories about you...It's an honor to finally meet you. I am a fan" The voice continues. "Wah..? The, the ship..." Harry mumbles and blinking to try to stay awake. The voice: "your ship and everyone in it, is no more. but do not worry, the abomination is gone. you are safe now. here with me." (done) ------ i cannot think of more but!! More or less: Lord Voldemort is an ancient wizard that turned himself into a sea witch, mainly with the appearance as a sea serpent. He likes to hunt with mirages and toy with his food before painting the waters red. He stays mainly near the cave, but sometimes ventures off when he is particularly bored. He has overheard his prey speak about a well-known magizoologist that has made countless marine discover. (harry is like newt here lol) He likes to pose as a human for harry at first, and say the predator in the water is hunting harry in particular (since hes the only survivor) but really, lord voldemort is just fucking with harry and grows to deeply love him and plans to turn harry into a magical sea creature like him till the end of their time together

#tomarrymort writing #rambles

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mybeautifulchristianjourney · 2 years ago

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True Vine

by Andrew Murray

Devotional for April 11th

"I am The Vine, Ye Are The Branches." - John 15:5

In the previous verse Christ had just said: “Abide in me.” He had then announced the great unalterable law of all branch-life, on earth or in Heaven: “not of itself”; “except it abide.” In the opening words of the parable He had already spoken: “I am the vine.” He now repeats the words. He would have us understand—note well the lesson, simple as it appears, it is the key of the abiding life—that the only way to obey the command, “Abide in me,” is to have eye and heart fixed upon Himself. “Abide in me...I am the true vine.” Yea, study this holy mystery until you see Christ as the true Vine, bearing, strengthening, supplying, inspiring all His branches, being and doing in each branch all it needs, and the abiding will come of itself. Yes, gaze upon Him as the true Vine, until you feel what a heavenly Mystery it is, and are compelled to ask the Father to reveal it to you by His Holy Spirit. He to whom God reveals the glory of the true Vine, he who sees what Jesus is and waits to do every moment, he cannot but abide. The vision of Christ is an irresistible attraction; it draws and holds us like a magnet. Listen ever to the living Christ still speaking to you, and waiting to show you the meaning and power of His Word: “I am the vine.”

How much weary labor there has been in striving to understand what abiding is, how much fruitless effort in trying to attain it! Why was this? Because the attention was turned to the abiding as a work we have to do, instead of the living Christ, in whom we were to be kept abiding, who Himself was to hold and keep us. we thought of abiding as a continual strain and effort—we forget that it means rest from effort to one who has found the place of his abode. Do notice how Christ said, “Abide in Me; I am the Vine that brings forth, and holds, and strengthens, and makes fruitful the branches. Abide in Me, rest in Me, and let Me do My work. I am the true Vine, all I am, and speak, and do is divine truth, giving the actual reality of what is said. I am the Vine, only consent and yield thy all to Me, I will do all in thee.”

And so it sometimes comes that souls who have never been specially occupied with the thought of abiding, are abiding all the time, because they are occupied with Christ. Not that the word abide is not needful; Christ used it so often, because it is the very key to the Christian life. But He would have us understand it in its true sense—“Come out of every other place, and every other trust and occupation, come out of self with its reasonings and efforts, come and rest in what I shall do. Live out of thyself; abide in Me. Know that thou art in Me; thou needest no more; remain there in Me.”

“I am the Vine.” Christ did not keep this mystery hidden from His disciples. He revealed it, first in words here, then in power when the Holy Spirit came down. He will reveal it to us too, first in the thoughts and confessions and desires these words awaken, then in power by the Spirit. Do let us wait on Him to show us all the heavenly meaning of the mystery. Let each day, in our quiet time, in the inner chamber with Him and His Word, our chief thought and aim be to get the heart fixed on Him, in the assurance: all that a vine ever can do for its branches, my Lord Jesus will do, is doing, for me. Give Him time, give Him your ear, that He may whisper and explain the divine secret: “I am the vine.”

Above all, remember, Christ is the Vine of God’s planting, and you are a branch of God’s grafting. Ever stand before God, in Christ; ever wait for all grace from God, in Christ; ever yield yourself to bear the more fruit the Husbandman asks, in Christ. And pray much for the revelation of the mystery that all the love and power of God that rested on Christ is working in you too. “I am God’s Vine,” Jesus says; “all I am I have from Him; all I am is for you; God will work it in you.”

I am the Vine. Blessed Lord, speak Thou that word into my soul. Then shall I know that all Thy fullness is for me. And that I can count upon Thee to stream it into me, and that my abiding is so easy and so sure when I forget and lose myself in the adoring faith that the Vine holds the branch and supplies its every need.

#True Vine #devotional #Andrew Murray #John 15:5 #April 11 #2023

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yhwhrulz · 21 days ago

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True Vine Devotional for November 10

“ I am The Vine, Ye Are The Branches ”

John 15:5

In the previous verse Christ had just said: “Abide in me.” He had then announced the great unalterable law of all branch-life, on earth or in Heaven: “not of itself”; “except it abide.” In the opening words of the parable He had already spoken: “I am the vine.” He now repeats the words. He would have us understand—note well the lesson, simple as it appears, it is the key of the abiding life—that the only way to obey the command, “Abide in me,” is to have eye and heart fixed upon Himself. “Abide in me…I am the true vine.” Yea, study this holy mystery until you see Christ as the true Vine, bearing, strengthening, supplying, inspiring all His branches, being and doing in each branch all it needs, and the abiding will come of itself. Yes, gaze upon Him as the true Vine, until you feel what a heavenly Mystery it is, and are compelled to ask the Father to reveal it to you by His Holy Spi rit. He to whom God reveals the glory of the true Vine, he who sees what Jesus is and waits to do every moment, he cannot but abide. The vision of Christ is an irresistible attraction; it draws and holds us like a magnet. Listen ever to the living Christ still speaking to you, and waiting to show you the meaning and power of His Word: “I am the vine.”

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meetthetruthblogger · 4 months ago

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August 16 2024

Mental Health

I have long thought the United States Supreme Court ruling in Abington School District v. Schempp, on June 17, 1963, in an 8-1 ruling, has had a catastrophic effect on our country. The godless Supreme Court ruled that school-sponsored Bible reading and the recitation of the Lord’s Prayer in public schools in the United States is unconstitutional. Yes, God was expelled from our public schools after 187 years of faithful attendance.

While I have not spoken to them, I am sure our Founding Fathers would be appalled to learn of this 1963 decision by the Supreme Court.

“Let the children… be carefully instructed in the principles and obligations of the Christian religion. This is the most essential part of education. The great enemy of the salvation of man, in my opinion, never invented a more effectual means of extirpating (removing) Christianity from the world than by persuading mankind that it was improper to read the Bible at schools.” (Benjamin Rush, signer of the Declaration of Independence and Founding Father).

In my opinion this decision has led to a dramatic increase in mass shootings, abortions, suicides, sexual irregularities, drug and alcohol abuse, lying, mental health issues and a just as dramatic, a decrease in plain old civility. Of course, I cannot scientifically prove this nor can anyone prove me wrong.

“Blessed is the man Who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, Nor stands in the path of sinners, Nor sits in the seat of the scornful; But his delight is in the law of the Lord, And in His law he meditates day and night. He shall be like a tree Planted by the rivers of water, That brings forth its fruit in its season, Whose leaf also shall not wither; And whatever he does shall prosper.” (Psalm 1:1-3)

You are welcome to search the archives of the Blog page on the MeetTheTruth.net website; look for a May 8, 2024 post entitled: We Have Rejected God. I suspect we will be talking more about the 1963 Supreme Court decision in the future.

Recently, The Washington Stand published an article dated August 6, 2024 about the Center for Disease Control (CDC) promoting meditation in public schools to enhance ‘Equity.’

If you are interested in reading the entire Washington Stand article please copy and paste the following link: https://washingtonstand.com/news/bidenharris-cdc-promotes-meditation-in-public-schools-to-promote-equity

The word ‘meditation’ probably brings to mind relaxing, reducing stress and improving focus; what evil could possibly be associated with these goals?

“Hear this, all peoples; Give ear, all inhabitants of the world, Both low and high, Rich and poor together. My mouth shall speak wisdom, And the meditation of my heart shall give understanding. I will incline my ear to a proverb; I will disclose my dark saying on the harp.”(Psalm 49:1-4)

Anything that moves you away from God or Jesus is harmful. Prior to 1963, when prayer was allowed in our public schools, children learned there is a God, He Loves You and He is available to listen to you. I can recall times as a child informally turning to God for advice; for His counsel. Towards the end of high school, I remember going through a phase of looking for the ‘One Mind,’ a secular attempt to reach the ‘Universal Mind.’ It took only a few sessions of this meditation technique to figure out I was being foolish and what I was actually finding was God, by a different name.

You see, we, each human being who has ever lived on planet earth, have been created by God. He has expectations of us; He expects each of us to love God and each other. He expects us to obey Him. As aids to obeying God, each of us are created with a soul, which includes a yearning for God; sometimes called a ‘God-Hole, and a conscience.’ Biblically, this soul and conscience is referred to as our ‘heart.’ He supplied us with this ‘heart’ to aid us in knowing right from wrong; to help us in being obedient to our Creator.

In 1963, we, as a society, turned our backs on God. We rejected Him and taught generations of children there is no God and at the very least there is not one true God - one Supreme Being to which we will be held accountable! But that is a lie. The God of the Bible is the One True God; this is an Absolute Truth you can count on.

“It is religion and morality alone which can establish the principles upon which freedom can securely stand. The only foundation of a free constitution is pure virtue.” (John Adams, Second President of the United States; Founding Father)

All those sins I listed in the second paragraph (mass shootings, suicides, etc.) start in the heart, transition to the mind and without a healthy conscience or knowledge of God, nor His Son, Jesus Christ, people are left to themselves to determine right from wrong. All sin starts in the heart; If people are not taught about God, about His Omniscience, Omnipresence and Omnipotence they will not be prepared to turn to God when crisis comes. If we teach people there is no God, we should not be surprised when they act as if there is not God.

“Therefore settle it in your hearts not to meditate beforehand on what you will answer; for I will give you a mouth and wisdom which all your adversaries will not be able to contradict or resist”.(Luke: 21:14-15)

Our purpose here on earth is to love and serve God; we do this by accepting His Son, Jesus Christ, as our Lord and personal Savior. Meditating on God’s Word can lead to peace, joy and contentment; It is the only way to achieve lasting, true Peace, Joy and Contentment.

Please teach your children and grand-children to believe and to pray to God and His Son Jesus Christ; in fact, give it a try yourself, you might be surprised with the results.

Thank you for reading. Tom Maloney

#jesus christ #love and trust #born again #god's love #love your neighbor #god #christianity #salvation #word of god #love & trust

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riverdamien · 9 months ago

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From Darkness to Light!

"Sloughing Towards Galilee!

Fifth Sunday of Lent!

March 17, 2024

From Darkness to Light!

Louis L'Amour once said: There will come a time when you believe everything is finished, that will be the beginning."

These last months I have thought my time was coming to an end, both physically and professionally; Others like Job's friends echo the same pronouncements: you have failed, you are too old, and it is time to retire! I have been touchy, and irritable, I say the wrong responses, and my moods have been low!

And like Job, I have begun listening to the God within me; and memories flood me. One is of a fifteen-year-old sitting on the street corner in the Haight, selling the Amethys in the above cross, to a man for $100.00, and when he saw me told the man "No!", rose to his feet, handed me the Amethyst, hugged me, and said, "Thank you, you have saved my life, you have never known that, but you have, thank you!" And so the Amethyst stone was placed in the center of the cross, for me to wear, to remind me sometimes, and I mean sometimes, the presence of Jesus shows through. I know I make so many mistakes!

Today, on this fifth Sunday of Lent, my 30th year in ministry, I understand we stand at a crossroads, faced with a choice: do we continue to walk the familiar path, holding on to old grievances, judgments, and patterns? Or do we envision a brighter, future of hope for ourselves and the world?

Throughout the past decade, humanity has weathered storms of adversity, from the ravages of the global pandemic of COVD--a disease which continues, and in its wake, we are dealing with monkeypox and RSV to the upheavals of change in our society. Wars are raging around the world, people are starving, and migrants throughout the world are suffering.

My heart is full of pain with the people without housing and health care, on the streets of San Francisco, really full of pain. It is easy to fall into a deep depression, to walk away and succumb to fear and uncertainty, to believe that our current circumstances are unchangeable.

But today, I, all of us, can choose differently, that is a great opportunity! We can grab the power within each one of us for transformation in our lives. We are not bound by the constraints of our past selves, or of others, but we can choose to follow Jesus in his walk steadfastly towards Jerusalem, we can effect profound transformation in our lives and what is around us. We can shed our old skins, those negative thoughts, and lack of hope, and in the resurrection of Christ find a new, radiant life.

Dorothy Day once said: "The Church is both our Mother and a whore!" I have seen both sides personally, and have chosen the "Mother", God present with us, to find joy and fulfillment. I refuse to listen to any talk of what we can not change, the past, but choose where I see Christ in the Church, and pray my work is one expression of Christ. I have chosen not to talk politics, but of seeing all as God's children!

I have chosen, and hope you will as well, to embark on a journey of self-discovery and awakening tapping into the boundless reservoir of joy, abundance, and peace within us. We realize that we are not merely physical beings, animals, but brightly shining beings of love, capable of miracles beyond our comprehension.

So let us cast off the chains of the past, and embrace the limitless possibilities of the moment. Let us live in each moment, and dare to dream of a world where the redeeming love of the Cosmic

Christ reigns supreme, where every soul shines as a spark of God, seeking to provide for the homeless, the hungry, and the suffering around us, remembers the words of Dorothy Day, "Those who cannot see Christ in the poor are atheists indeed!"

I remember the words of Joshua each moment of the day, calling me forward:

"Be strong and stand firm. Be fearless and undaunted, for wherever you go, the Lord your God is with you."

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As followers of Jesus, and all who care, living in a war-making and uncaring empire we say loudly and clearly with Jesus: "Love one Another," "Love your enemies", "Be merciful as God is merciful," "Put away the sword," and "Thou shalt not kill."

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2024 Day of (No) Silence: With more than 800 anti-LGBTQ+ bills introduced last year, we must Rise Up and Take Action. GLSEN’s Day of NO Silence is a nationally recognized student-led demonstration where LGBTQ+ students and allies all around the country—and the world— protest the harmful effects of harassment and discrimination of LGBTQ+ people in schools.

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leonbloder · 9 months ago

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When "Faith Over Fear" Isn't Helpful

Over the past few years, I've seen a lot of, shall we say, interesting things posted by people professing to be Christians on social media. Aside from all of the conspiracy theories, thinly veiled racism, misogyny, homophobia, Christian nationalist rhetoric, and the like, I have seen a particular phrase more than a few times. The phrase is Faith over Fear. I first saw this phrase crop up during the pandemic as a great many Christians publicly opposed safety measures, vaccines, etc. But it pops up occasionally on my social media feed whenever there is a calamity, tragedy, or worrisome event. The intimation of how some people use this phrase is that true Christians should never be afraid. This phrase is usually posted on social media, typically as a response to a political or social issue where the person posting has stated a position and is defending it in religious terms. Interestingly, the Bible has 365 instances where God-fearers and Jesus-followers are encouraged not to "be afraid." The folks using Faith over Fear have a leg to stand on, as it turns out. But the problem with a phrase like this is that it supports the notion that Faith and Fear cannot co-exist. In other words, you won't be afraid if you have enough faith. The fact of the matter is that people of faith are frequently afraid. The exhortations in the Bible to not be afraid are directed at people of faith, who are, in fact, afraid. These biblical exhortations are God's encouragement to the faithful, who naturally felt afraid when fear was warranted. The biblical messages are reminders that we can be freed from fear, but they don't say we shouldn't ever fear. You can have faith and still be afraid. Not to mention, some fears are healthy. I don't have to remind anyone reading this today that there is a lot to fear in our current culture, not to mention the many things in our lives that are also fear-worthy. Millions of people suffer from anxiety in our world, most of whom have no control over it without counseling and/or medication. To hear the phrase Faith over Fear is like a slap in the face to those who can't help their fears and require treatment to be able to function. It's also a dangerous thing for some who need treatment but then think that if they just had enough faith, they would be able to overcome their fears without it. In her book, Have a Beautiful, Terrible Day! author Kate Bowler wrote a variation of the Beatitudes that reflects the idea that we often hold faith and fear in the same space and why that's helpful:

Blessed are we, the anxious, with eyes wide open to the lovely and the awful. Blessed are we, the aware, knowing that the only sane thing to do in such a world is to admit the fear that sits in our peripheral vision. Blessed are we, the hopeful, eyes searching for the horizon, ready to meet the next miracle, the next surprise. Yes, blessed are we, the grateful, awake to this beautiful, terrible day.

Here's something we all need to hear...

We can have faith and still have fear, and we can also have hope in the midst of that tension. Sometimes, being able to name the fear within us is powerful because it's there and needs to be confronted.

Naming our fear also takes away some of its power and enables us to find the strength to look to the horizon for signs of hope.

So consider yourself blessed today if you are anxious, aware, and afraid. It does not mean you don't have faith; quite the contrary. It simply means embracing your current reality and reminding yourself that "this too shall pass."

There are miracles and surprises aplenty if we are willing to lift our eyes and look beyond where we happen to be.

May the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with us all, now and always. Amen.

#presbymusings #dailydevotion #leonbloder #dailydevotional #dailydevo #christian living #leon bloder #faith #spiritualgrowth #spirituality

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lindajenni · 11 months ago

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jan 14

sunday solace - the wealth of worship

"all you servants of the Lord, who by night stand in the house of the Lord!... the Lord who made heaven and earth bless you from zion!" psa 134:1,3 strange time for adoration, you say, to stand in God’s house by night, to worship in the depth of sorrow. it is indeed an arduous thing. yes, and therein lies the blessing; it is the test of perfect faith. if i would know the love of my Friend i must see what it can do in the winter. so with the Divine love. "it is easy for me to worship in the summer sunshine when the melodies of life are in the air and the fruits of life are on the tree. but let the song of the bird cease and the fruit of the tree fall, and will my heart still go on to sing? will i stand in God’s house by night? will i love Him in His own night? will i watch with Him even one hour in His gethsemane? will i help to bear His cross up the dolorous way? will i stand beside Him in His dying moments with mary and the beloved disciple? will i be able with nicodemus to take up the dead Christ? then is my worship complete and my blessing glorious. my love has come to Him in His humiliation. my faith has found Him in His lowliness. my heart has recognized His majesty through His mean disguise, and i know at last that i desire not the gift but the Giver. when i can stand in His house by night i have accepted Him for Himself alone." — george matheson my goal is God Himself, not joy, nor peace, nor even blessing, but Himself, my God; ’tis His to lead me there, not mine, but His at any cost, dear Lord, by any road! so faith bounds forward to its goal in God, and love can trust her Lord to lead her there; upheld by Him, my soul is following hard till God hath full fulfilled my deepest prayer. no matter if the way be sometimes dark, no matter though the cost be ofttimes great, He knoweth how i best shall reach the mark, the way that leads to Him must needs be straight. one thing i know, i cannot say Him nay; one thing i do, i press towards my Lord; my God my glory here, from day to day, and in the glory there my great reward. our God is our glory, and our "exceedingly great reward." gen 15:1 the Holy Spirit wants to lead us into His very presence; the Father loving the Son and the Son loving the Father and the Spirit meshing all together into One. if you have never got lost in worship, that taste of glory still awaits. the Holy Spirit is waiting to usher you into that glorious beholding of all that is good and lovely. "oh, taste and see that the Lord is good.: psa 34:8

#prayer #faith #rapture #jesus #jesus is coming

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destinyimage · 1 year ago

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Bill Johnson: 4 Days of Prayer Activations to Unleash God’s Power

September 29

Ignorance asks for understanding; unbelief asks for proof.

Mary was also given a promise beyond comprehension: she was to give birth to the Son of God. When she couldn’t understand, she asked how it was possible since she was a virgin. Understanding a promise from God has never been the prerequisite to its fulfillment.

Ignorance asks for understanding; unbelief asks for proof. She stands apart from Zacharias because while being ignorant she surrendered to the promise. Her cry remains one of the most important expressions the Church can learn in this day—“Be it unto me according to your word.”

Daily Scripture Reading

Psalm 37:4-6

Prayer

Father, I want to respond to You like Mary did. I release my need to understand exactly how You will fulfill the promises over my life. I release control. I say “yes” to whatever You have for me.

September 30

We get to choose how we respond to a promise that feels hard to imagine.

This promise, as He is so are we in this world, is of paramount importance for the Church. But there are a few things further from our grasp than the statement. Hearing that we will be as Jesus is—as He is described in all of His glory at the right hand of the Father—sometimes feels incomprehensible to us.

And so, we have the choice: to stand in the shoes of Zacharias and lose our voice, or walk in the ways of Mary and invite God to restore to us the promises we cannot control. This identity establishes a security in character as we engage in spiritual warfare.

Daily Scripture Reading

Jeremiah 17:7-8

Prayer

There are so many promises in the Bible that feel out of my grasp, God, but this probably the hardest to fully comprehend. I trust in You, though, and I invite You to restore me to all of promises You’ve made over my life.

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October 1

We are called to be royal fighters.

John G. Lake once said, “The real Christian is a royal fighter. He is the one who loves to enter into the contest with his whole soul and take the situation captive for the Lord Jesus Christ.” For too long the Church has played defense in the battle for souls. We hear of what some cult or political party is planning to do, and we react by creating strategies to counter the enemies’ plans. Committees are formed, boards discuss, and pastors preach against whatever it is the devil is doing or about to do.

This may come as a surprise, but I don’t care what the devil plans to do. The Great Commission puts me on the offensive. I’ve got the ball. And if I carry the ball effectively, his plans won’t matter.

Daily Scripture Reading

Deuteronomy 20:1-4

Prayer

You are with me in every battle, Lord. You fight for me, so I never need to be afraid. You have made me victorious, so I keep my eyes on You as I take new territory for Your Kingdom.

October 2

The weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh, but divinely powerful for the destruction of fortresses (2 Corinthians 10:4 NASB).

Picture a football team in a huddle on the playing field.

The coach sends in the play, and the quarterback communicates with his offensive teammates. On the sidelines is the opposing team’s offense. Their quarterback lines up out-of-bounds with his offensive team, but they don’t have the game ball, nor are they on the actual playing field.

Now imagine the real offense getting distracted by the intimidating actions of the other offense. Caught up in their antics, the quarterback runs off the field in a panic, informing the coach that they better put the defense on the field because the other team is about to use a surprise play.

As foolish as that may sound, it is the condition of much of the Church in this hour.

Daily Scripture Reading

2 Corinthians 10:3-4

Prayer

I am not entering the battle with my own strength, but rather fully equipped by Your divinely powerful weapons to defeat darkness. I am on the winning team!

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tuulikannel · 2 years ago

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There's this poem by Eino Leino called Hymyilevä Apollo (Smiling Apollo). For some reason, it's been my "ear worm" today - no, there's no music to it, but sometimes I just get poetry stuck to my mind. ^^;

There are some parts in it that I really love... so I'm sharing with you my very bad translation of it. Bad in the sense that it's literal, and I'm not even trying to make this thing rhyme. Also, the poem is freakily long... this is only about one third of it. ^^;

Smiling Apollo

So I sang to my dead mother and she understood me right away. She placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled me into her arms. “One believes in truth, one in dreams, it doesn’t matter as long as you fully believe! Your faith is your truth. Believe, my son, in your dream!”

How willingly, so willingly I would have stayed with her by the cool rivers of death but the fates decided otherwise. Once more she gestured as only she knew how. Again, I was standing on the shores of life but now I was a new man.

Now come, you sorrows and obstacles, and I’ll punch you in the face! Now my sinews are made of iron, my bones are of one bone. For Apollo, who is smiling can’t be beaten by all gods of Olympus, not by Tartarus, Pluto or Poseidon. The power of smile is invincible.

The sea and the thunder roar, Apollo arrives and smiles. And look! The thunder quiets, the wind abides and waves calm down. He rules the world with a smile he governs with his song and his song is high and loving. The power of love is invincible. When ghosts torment your mind love! - and the ghosts fade away. When sorrows paint your soul black, love! - and it turns into joy. And if an enemy disgraces you with love cut off that grudge and look, he turns his face away as if he were the one ashamed. Who can resist the power of love? Who is not won over by its language? The heaven and earth listen to it, and air, and human mind. It opens the hardened hearts, it rises up decomposed trunks, covers them in leaves, flowers, and in new dreams.

Not a single human is truly evil, but one is weaker than the other. There is much good in every chest even if doesn't always shine through. A smile is half of a virtue, and a mean one cannot cry; where people feel with feelings there also God is present. Oh give me, Lord of the sun the golden strings of your grace so I would play the song of union so that differing minds could come together. The one who understands doesn't judge. But song too can interpret hearts and bring people closer to each other. Through it goes God's way. Oh, the happy one, who could evoke all those powers of good! Oh, people, understand each other so you wouldn't be so hard! Why can't we all just be together If one would break, the others would support. Oh, people, accept each other! So great, great is the earth. There is room for everyone there are meadows to be plowed there are groves for the girls to sing in, the are forests for grooms to tame. See, love makes world wider. Oh, people, love each other And reach up for the heavens! So small, small is the earth.

. . .

Who knows where we come from and where is the end of our journey? It is good that we search for that answer, inquiry is never wrong. But just one we know with certainty we are now here upon this earth and here we have to live the way we best can. We are all aboard a ship and plowing through a great ocean. Once we were born here with trouble, with trouble we will yet die. But that, which is there in-between, let it be warmth, love! When two people join together in a storm their journey will be easier to go.

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stars-in-my-damn-eyes · 1 year ago

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Ok its here. Warning: various degrees of poetic angstiness and catholicism references. Also this is a collection of my best ones i have a large collection of worse ones lmao

2023 (age 20)

I don't know where I'm from In truth, And I'm no longer welcome here; Found cutting off my ear to spite my face Was quite a good idea. I'm very good at leaving but I'm awful at goodbyes; I think of my French exit, As I take it, To the skies. The irony of all these half-arsed half-starts into life, I give, I get And then forget Just where the balance lies. Truthfully, I should have thought that this would be my fate- I realised I diluted myself far too far too late There never was a light for me, so why avenge its dying? I know I shan't go gentle, For the gentleness is lying. I am adrift upon a stormy sea of my own making; A blurry face within the dreams I built while I was waking. A speck within the cosmic scale, Alive to rot I work, to fail. A half-reluctant sacrifice, There's much that I would rather be; I squandered my potential, now I'm damned to set the scenery, To stand within the crowd of some achievement who has bested me, Unknowingly. I once was bright But meant to be Some faceless someone, averagely, Agreeing that it's destiny; That glory's no good look on me. I wish it was; It cannot be. I let my ego wither as I know that I'm not great, The universe is random; I do not believe in fate. I wish that I was from somewhere, I wish that I belonged, I hope that one day I can hear my soul caught in a song. I wish I had a second youth, That I could go through better; I wish that I was happier, I wish that I were deader. This art is not a wise man's choice; it's useless yet to thrive- I wonder when my purpose went from 'be' to just 'survive'. Sometimes all I know of my own life is that I blew it- There's something to be said for that, I only wish I knew it. I wish I were an artist, with an artist's worth inside; But on that topic I must say, I thought I was. I lied.

2022 (age 19)

Rotten to my core, a daily die-hard disposition, Of lethargy and apathy, an idler’s intermission; Someone of my status should know better than to mess with this, Stay at home and when in doubt, revoke the right to reminisce On could-have-beens and should-have-beens and god-I-dodged-a-bullets, Choking on scenarios ain’t covered by insurance. And I don’t pull my weight, but nonetheless I’d like to wave off Any queries for my mental state, so suck it up and stave off Any remedies and sympathies and mindless malediction, Ive been falling short so much that you could call it an addiction. That said, I have potential, both divine and differential As compared to all the effort I put into my credentials; Nonetheless, I find I fell quite short of what I’m aiming for, An idle supposition of remission from my hatred store; A vexing, useless lout at best, and ruinous at worst, As I’m a person second and a smug misanthrope first.

2021 (age 18)

the foolish refrain of a man spewing lies is a call to the gentry to come sympathise with fairy-tale tellings of purpose-blurred words, and point their old fingers towards the absurd. their choruses herald a hardship, forgotten, dressed up in the trappings of christ, the begotten; for when the misfortune befalls just us men, the old lords will laugh and then do it again.

2020 (age 17)

You love your lovers like a river, but forget the spring The source of these affections and the heartbreak that they bring You lie with liars like their looks outweigh all their past sins All caught up in this childish game of chance that no-one wins You sup on supper with the nobles nobody can know Lest their disgraces show on faces hidden long ago You slide your hand up their soft thighs; an intimate caress You lower your low voice so the sound doesn’t make a mess You mourn the morn you lost to lust like life unto a blade You beg and pray for god to unmake every choice you made These luxuries are lies, they’re always taking, never giving You've earned the life you always wanted, at the cost of living

What if i posted my poetry. What then

#stars.... writings?#stars poem #stars post #stars textpost #pictured: tumblr user stars-in-my-damn-eyes desperately wishing for a better tagging system

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a-weird-writer · 2 years ago

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I want to hear about being Rimuru's wifey 🥺

(How long would it take for you to be killed by his many jealous wannabe wifeys though LOL)

OK, FINE. I can give a little juice.

Rimuru Tempest is confident in a number of different things. Lords are not without their pride; Rimuru undergoes significant evolution-literally and figuratively-as a monster and as an individual playing his role as King of Monsters.

But marriage sure ain't one of them!

Can't tell the first thing about it, not diddly squat.

Not all hope is lost, however. You're a team in this, together till the end. Sworn by hearts, promised in bonds. Tethered by fated rings, by your fingers. Even with his face in the ground, glued in the sand, you're dedicated as ever, stubborn in the face of conflict. By his side forevermore, inspiring. He just has to get back on track, stand again, puff his chest to swallow some big boy pills; boost his esteem, maintain faith and confidence. Lovers help each other, so prop up! Words cannot describe his appreciation, his respect. And it's not just you, he isn't as alone as he thinks he is, never. A whole kingdom of monsters is watching your backs, a little too eager to lend a hand in serenading you both.

Rimuru isn't that stupid! There's a groom and bride with a bunch of lovely dovely flowers and shit, literally all he knows. His previous lifetime was kind of pathetic and unromantic. Pretty depressing in entirety, sad in truth. He never married or attended weddings in his lost world, let alone the current one. Is marriage even the same here as it is in Japan? For all Rimuru knows, marriage kisses ass and costs butt loads of unnecessary money.

So fucking clueless, tree stumped.

Rimuru is a slime, but a Demon Lord slime, not to be looked down upon. Power, wealth and a whole kingdom by his side! He can learn to husband, no sweat! He can do this! And do you.

Something he always does is dot on you like you're the next Tom Cruise. Bubbly and bashful, all to delight you. No strings attached, anything you might like; can only hope it hits a not too big dent in his wallet. He doesn't want to overdo, come across as too zealous. But doing so makes him do exactly that (Overthinks sometimes, stresses, running Tempest requires a great deal of weight and planning). Appropriate gifts left and right, showering you in attention. Things you favor, as if he needs to prove himself over every little thing. Things Shuna told him you favor. His wife is the best thing that ever happened to him since his rebirth. The closest thing to his heart, a part of his family, the family he would die protecting. Being King isn't paradise. Its plenty stressful and he worries, a lot.

To Rimuru, you work wonders just by sitting down with him. His wife's presence eases everything his horrible day threw at him, accepting a place shaped with your legs, fitting perfectly. A seat perfect for a king, your leggy pot full of bubbly blue jelly. Your hands drag across him in smooth feathery strokes, his slimy form flowing along the slow movements as thick ocean currents. Carefully gliding, washing away the negativity and pressure off his shoulders. Replaced with care and comfort, a love only a wife can give. In this embrace, a tangling of different bodies, your gentle pets are heaven. Warm water, slipping through your fingers like glass. Holding him so tenderly in your lap, afraid he will slide off at any moment. Don't worry, he stays right where he is. Careless of how "jealous" the others might get. Will get. Take a hint Shion. He just snuggles deeper, instantly relaxed. Chill in your own makeshift hug.

Rimuru especially loves travel. Sightseeing, a passion Satoru Mikami dreamed of before reincarnation. Exploring, experiencing and visiting every corner of the world, seeing places in the glorious landscapes of his thriving nation. A piece of Eden Heaven can't hope to compare. Beauty exists to be seen.

It won't take a mile to enjoy himself, Rimuru is a regular guy who likes regular things. Married anime couple things. Simple things. Like counting clouds and trees, wishing on shooting stars, telling fairy tales. Minty to your taste. Breathing fresh air and enjoying food together, basking in beloved company. Even with that in mind, still gives it the best he can provide, turn it more meaningful and loving, memorable. The best views, best stops, best everything. He can't go out to genuinely enjoy life with his wife as much as he wants to, until retirement. Every moment must be worth treasuring, so when he does have time aplenty, its twice as entertaining.

Nothing wins Rimuru over faster than a tasty meal. Consider food dates his favorite type of date; since Rimuru lost his sense of taste as a slime, he incredibly values taste. One of the few things left of his humanity. From breakfast, lunch, dinner and desserts. Bonus points if you cook for him; Rimuru quite literally melts, enjoying these get togethers is the prime of his day.

May even muster up the courage to do that cliche anime trope. You know the one.

That single trope all anime protagonists do; a classic, desperate loser move to flirt with their lover. Rimuru cringes at the mere thought of it, drowning in sweat. Shuddering. Makes him sink into himself and never peek back out. Embarrassed. Rimuru will blame it on cold weather. Wants to do it so damn badly but...

Fucking cliche, like his life isn't already an anime. He wants to run in the opposite direction and quickly slip into a lonely hole in the ground because he was not made for this:

Feeding you directly from his spoon.

Kill him please.

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