#it's so beau tiful

[chaotic-birds]

1-800-red-hoods-gas-station-attendant-service

Your boyfriend's not fond of you pumping your own gas at night, so he insists you don't do it alone.

🩹 G/AUs: fluff, est. relt. 🩹 TW: reader (f) is called beautiful, pretty, princess, baby, doll (i love nicknames okay leave me alone 😭), mentions of blood and fighting 🩹 WC: 1.5k 🩹 A/N: Inspired by this reel (sfw). Just a little fun and easy read 💗 enjoy!

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Ever since Jason caught a group of people trying to rob someone at the gas station a week ago, he’s insisted you not get gas alone—especially at night.

Your arguments fall on deaf ears. He’s put his foot down and covered it in cement. There’s nothing you can say to make Jason change his mind.

“Hey, beau”—grunts—”tiful. Need somethin’?” Jason asks after the fourth ring.

You can faintly hear the sound of fists hitting skin in the background.

“You busy, handsome?” you wonder, eyes glancing at the low fuel light glaring at you. You already know his answer and the real answer before he speaks.

“Nope,” he answers followed by more grunting. “You home from your ladies' night?”

Upon seeing a gas station in the distance, you signal to take the highway's exit ramp.

“Not yet. I called because I’m low on gas and need to get some to make it home. I figured calling you while I pumped—”

“Where are you?” he asks instead, voice slightly strained.

“Near upper west side.”

“Come to the diamond district, and I’ll meet you there.”

You pull into an empty pump station.

“I’m already at a gas station, Jay. Just—”

“It’s not safe.”

“You’re tracking my location and you can hear—”

“It’s not safe to use your phone while getting gas too,” he continues to interrupt.

You heave a sigh and lean back into your seat, unable to stop your eyes from checking your locks. Although you’ve always been weary of pumping gas at night, you try not to be too paranoid. You hate being on edge all the time.

“Please, doll?” he pleads, breathing heavier.

There are curses in the background that don’t sound like Jason. His attackers must not like him much.

“Alright, but hurry. My light’s on,” you say. You sit straighter and shift gears to leave.

“I’m on my way now. Hey, Red Ro—”

The line cuts off, but you figure Jason’s recruiting Tim to take care of his loose ends. You feel bad for taking Jason away from his work, but you don’t want him to be upset with you for getting gas by yourself. He’s not fun when he’s grumpy.

Jason’s sitting comfortably on his motorcycle when you turn into the station.

When he sees your car, he stands and waves. You know there’s a grin behind his helmet.

The gas station is empty except for the convenience store worker. He looks at the vigilante suspiciously from inside.

You park at the station he’s at, turn off the car, and pull the lever that opens the gas tank. You climb out and smile at him, holding your card in one hand.

“Hi there, cutie. You come here often?” you tease.

He chuckles and swiftly pays for the gas before you can. You give him a disapproving look that he ignores.

“Only for you, princess,” he replies.

You put your card away as he takes the pump and untwists the tank’s cap.

“You don’t have to do that,” you say, feeling guilty again. You figured he’d come and watch the area, not actually pump your gas for you.

“I don’t mind,” he says. “You can sit back down and jus’ look pretty for me, baby.”

“That makes me sound like a spoiled brat,” you huff but do as you’re told, keeping the door open so you can converse.

Jason leans against your car as he fills your tank.

“Well, you’re only half right. You are spoiled, but that’s the way I like it.”

You shake your head at his reply, but there’s a smile on your face. Truthfully, it’s a little nice to not have to worry about anything—to just let Jason care for you.

Your eyes scan his tall form, taking in his armored-covered body and shiny helmet. You notice a few dark spots on his gloves and clothes that you figure are blood.

“It’s a little funny seeing the Red Hood pump my gas,” you quip as you grin at him.

“What can I say? I’m here to help the citizens of Gotham in any way,” he jokes.

“You have a busy night?” you ask, recalling the phone call from earlier.

“Nothin’ too extreme,” he replies.

When your tank is full, he returns the pump and twists the cap back on.

He moves in front of you, resting one hand on the car’s top while he leans down.

“If it weren’t for that goober watching us like a hawk, I’d give you a kiss,” he says.

“Only a kiss? I’d pull you in the back seat and have some fun,” you say with a flirty smile.

He laughs and lowers his head more. You’re so tempted to kiss him.

“We’ll have fun at home,” he says.

“You’re coming back with me?” you ask, eyes opening wider with hope.

He shakes his head. “Sorry, princess. I still need to go help Tim. I’ll be back soon though.”

“Define soon,” you reply with a slight pout.

Jason drops in a squat so he can take your hands; the act is hidden by your door.

“An hour or two?” he says. “But don’t wait up. It could be longer.”

You nod solemnly.

Jason squeezes your hands, thumbs rubbing your skin tenderly.

“Text me when you get home, ‘kay?” he asks.

“Okay,” you say.

Jason releases your hands to rub your thighs.

“Thank you for calling me,” he adds.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want my boyfriend upset with me,” you huff halfheartedly.

Jason squeezes your legs.

“Just want ya safe, doll.”

“I know,” you sigh and place your hands over his.

“I better get going,” he says and reluctantly begins to pull away.

You grab his hands to hold him close.

“Ya know, you might as well just kiss me. I think the worker knows you’re not just here to pump a random Gothamite’s gas.”

Jason chuckles and takes a peek at the window. The worker still looks on, but now with a confused face. When he notices Jason staring, he averts his gaze. Though, Jason knows it won’t last long.

“Fine,” he relents and leans down.

You grin, reaching out to cup his helmet as you kiss the cool material. Of course, it’s not the same as feeling his lips on yours, but the sentiment is felt.

“Love you,” you murmur as you pull away and drop your hands.

Jason sighs longingly. “Love you too, beautiful. See you at home.”

“See you,” you reply.

Jason ends up following you for a while for extra precaution before heading back to his patrol shift. He doesn’t come home for another three hours.

When he does, you’re on the brink of sleep. Still, you turn in his arms so you can snuggle your face against his chest.

“Missed you,” you mumble.

His chest vibrates as he laughs. “You saw me a few hours ago.”

“And what ‘bout it, Todd?” you huff.

He pulls you even closer and rests his head against yours. His body feels so nice. You wish you could stay in his arms for days.

“Nothin’, doll. I missed ya too,” he says in a deep, tired voice.

“Hmph! Thought so,” you reply and carefully lift your head to give him a triumphant smile.

Jason releases an amused puff of air.

“Get some sleep, silly,” he says.

“Kiss first,” you demand, puckering your lips dramatically.

Jason grins and angles his face to give you a tender smooch.

Your lips spread in a grin upon feeling him directly.

When he goes to pull away, you whine in protest and chase after him. You capture his mouth again before he can get too far.

Jason laughs into the kiss, pulling you on top of him. His hands trail up your sides to cup your face. His warmth spreads from your cheeks to your heart.

There’s a dopey, sleepy smile on your face when you pull away.

“God, I love you,” Jason says with the utmost sincerity that squeezes your heart.

“Not as much as I love you,” you sing-song, leaning down to peck his lips.

“Yeah, right,” he chuckles and moves his hands back to your sides. He slides them under your shirt to feel you directly.

Instead of arguing, you lean down to kiss him once more.

“You’re comfy,” you mumble.

He can’t stop the happiness that shows on his face at your words. He gently eases you down by pressing lightly on your upper back and says, “Good. I like you like this.” 

He adjusts his head against his pillow and closes his eyes, arms holding your body to his like a teddy bear.

“I like being here,” you reply and lay your head on his chest. You love hearing the rhythm of his heart.

You feel him give your head a kiss before he gets settled. It’s not long before his breathing gets steadier, and his arms lax slightly around your body. As you join him in dreamland, you realize you’ll never feel safer than in his arms. 

A/N: I have this for my other blog, so I wanted to share it here too: For my “shy/silent” readers, I’ve created a feedback form where you can share your thoughts on my fics in a more anonymous and private way. ^-^

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[all-4-wincest]

Mhmm…at first I thought you said BEAU ARLEN and his BULLETPROOF CHEST, LOL! So of course my eyes, very willingly, were drawn immediately to Jensen’s chest!! Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought about Dean’s perky nipples. Okay, so it’s the part of my brain that objectifies Jensen, in pretty much everything I’ve ever seen him in. But I respect him as a person and how he seems, to me at least, to be fantastically talented in everything I’ve ever seen him in. Does that make it better if I ogle his entire body, and in the same breath, still respect him? IDK, but I do know that I’m not the only person that feels the same way!! Great gif set @joeelsmiller !! I love it!! ❤️😍👀😜🔥

BEAU ARLEN and his BULLETPROOF VEST 🥵🔥💥

[lair-of-asmodeus]

Imagining...

Imagining an alchemy mishap happening when you failed to make a love potion with Rook...

You two ended up in an explosion of a powerful aphrodisiac along with a few more students...

You two end up in his room and you are in bed with your legs spread widely. Each time his cock brushes against that one spot in particular, it makes you see the stars. You close your eyes and cover your face as you do not want to make an embarrassing face in front of him. But with a powerful force, he pins your hands above your head.

“Will you allow me to see more of you, mon ange..?” He whispers in your ear and kisses your neck.

You nod as you You try to take more of him inside you as he watches your lustful expression carefully, studying it. He pushes in his cock more into you, penetrating your good spot. You nearly scream, but he muffles it with a kiss.

“Rook...” You gasp when his hand grabs at your ass, squeezing the flesh.

You feel all of him inside you, which makes your insides more wet and slick. He pulls you in a kiss again as he moves his hips in and out. He goes all the way in and out until the tip remains. In and out. In and out. Just like this.

You grab at his hair while wiggling your hips, wanting him to move faster. Understanding the nonverbal message, moving faster he does. Your wetness makes him move easier in and out of you.

His hips snap back at yours in the perfect rhythm, you even feel yourself thrust your hips into his cock. He licks his lips and looks at you with a smirk.

“Enjoying yourself.. non~?” He says as he goes even faster. Moans start to spill out of your mouth as you give in to the pleasure a bit.

“Want you to.. fuck me... Please... Rook...” You say, grabbing at his bedsheets while bracing yourself for anything that’s going to happen next.

He seductively whispers, causing your insides to twitch.

“As you wish~”

And his thrusts grow harsher with that. You grab at his shoulder with your free hand and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“...’m gonna... I’m.. gonna.. come... so bad..!!” You say before you actually reach your limit.

But he doesn’t stop.

Instead, he fucks you through your orgasm. Your body jolts in response as his cock keeps moving. He kisses your chest and smiles.

“Beau.. tiful..!” He says, “You’re so beautiful, mon amour..!”

You cum again, expelling a final cry by biting your lips.

“You’re taking me so well... I cannot help but... shower you with my affection...”

He kisses your shoulder and licks your ear, then he looks at your face.

Absolutely beautiful...

His tongue traces around the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver. His hands grab at your hips and he starts to thrust rougher.

“So beautiful... You are so beautiful to me..!”

He kisses you as you moan into his mouth and cum for the third time. You can feel his breathing getting harsher as he gives your hole faster and deeper thrusts.

Then you feel it.

You feel him filling you with his warm seed as his balls smack against you one more time. Your vision goes white for a moment as you feel like you’ve reached your peak once again.

He kisses away the tears that has formed at the corner of your eye. You pull him closer and hug him. He slowly pulls his cock out, his semen spilling out. You notice it’s still hard despite cumming earlier.

You want him to keep going...

Before you can say anything, he grabs one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder while lining his cock up to your entrance. Then he kisses your neck and seductively whispers.

“I am not done with you yet~”

And he sticks his cock into you, thrusting in the same spot that made you see stars.

“Rook, p-please..~” You sob out, “I can’t-- can’t do it..!”

You secretly want him to fuck you again.

...

And he isn’t the one to disappoint~

He grabs at your hips and starts to thrust inside you. Fast. You cry out his name as you try to retain your sanity, but your thoughts are quite hazy and it’s a little impossible for you to resist such temptation when he is making you feel this good.

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

Shoto who’s face flushes pink and left side emits a blazing fire when you ask him to suck his dick and you think he’ll stutter out ‘No’s’ and ‘You don’t have to do that’ but he agrees immediately with no hesitation.

You’re on your knees in front of him as he’s sat on your shared bed, arms behind him as he leans back, his face a pretty peach as he spreads his legs wider to give you space.

Your hands trail up his thighs caressing his abs then back down as you lightly held his dick and kissed on his tip, he bit his lip watching a gob of spit drop from you tongue onto him.

He groans as your hand grip his balls the heavy hot skin making you feel intoxicated, your other hand wrapped around his dick spreading your spit, you began to twist your hand and fondle his balls.

“Fuck (y/n)” His eyes rolled as you trace his tip across your lips, kissing the bead of pre cum found on his slit as you lick it up. One of his hands glided to your neck forcing your head down, loving the sound of hearing you gag, he began to slowly roll his hips thrusting his dick down your throat pushing your nose against his strawberry honey scented split pubic hair.

“F-fuck (y/n) sucking me up soo good” your throat squeezed around him as you stuck your tongue out licking over his balls, your drool making a mess on his inner thighs sliding towards his taint before you pulled off of him.

“Yea Sho~ you like how I suck your dick baby?” He threw his head back a loud moan escaping his lips. “Ooh s-shit fuck yes. (Y/n) baby i love it love it sooo much ugh. Your lips feel so fuckin good around my damn dick.” You smile as you pressed his dick on your face kissing from the bottom of his shaft to his tip.

“Sho~ look at me please~” You pout before a smirk forming on your face as you pounced, suckling at the tip now using both hands to twist around him, his head shot up inhaling a sharp gasp that turned into a whimper.

“Ohh (y/n)~ fuck fuck ffuuck~” he raked his hair back looking into your eyes “(y/n) please let me fuck your face please please please~” You felt an uncomfortable amount of heat pooling in your underwear as you tried to rub your thighs together for some friction. You place your hands in your lap licking his slit placing a kiss on it once again sighing with a smile.

“You’re so pretty Sho… of course you can just don’t mess up my hair.” He panted, both his hands were placed around the base of your neck as he plunged himself in your throat, you could feel the tip of his mushroom head pass your tonsil as a whined “Fuckk~” slipped past his lips his eyes rolled at the sounds of you glucking on his dick, eyes now focusing on yours watching the tears well up in them.

“H-holy fuck, f-fuck your hair I-I’ll get it fixed and I’ll fu-fuck it up again. Oooh shit” tears ran down your brown cheeks as your doe eyes stared into his bicolored ones. “Swallow it all~ C-can you? You look so beau-tiful I know you can t-take it all.” His hips stutters and a high pitched moan fell from his plump lips, syrupy cum flowed into your esophagus as you gulp as much as you can, feeling some heat and frost on your head, some cum managed to escape the corners of your mouth and he pulls out and away with a soft groan.

“Ugghh~ shit” You cleared your throat, coughing, so your voice wouldn’t be as hoarse. “Thank Sho~ for letting me suck your dick.” He leaned back resting his eyes as you followed leaning forward cleaning the glaze of cum and spit off Shotos dick.

He opened his eyes letting out an exhausted, overstimulated hum, wrapping his hand around your neck kissing you deeply his tongue invading your mouth tasting himself as you crawled onto his lap. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you both, a quick peck to end it.

“No my love.. thank you” He put pressure on your neck again. “Now how about I return the favor?”

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[spookmemepls]

☠ ― 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 (𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟿) 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. (𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟿 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑.)

"You've got another half-hour to practice."

"Relax... drink a strong cup of herbal tea."

"Everything has a purpose... even here."

"I'm stuck! I'm stuck...!"

"I can't do it. I can't sing."

"There's nothing to be afraid of; I shall be with you."

"I'm sure you'll make us all very proud."

"Oh, what am I going to do, ___...?"

"I'll go back later when it's all over."

"Oh dear, I'll be so late!"

"That's strange..."

"Now that I'm in, how do I get out?"

"If only I were smaller..."

"That wasn't there before..."

"I wonder if it's alright to drink/eat?"

"Oh ___ will be absolutely savage if I keep her/him/them/etc. waiting!"

"Are you crying?"

"Well, fortunately I speak "crying" and "sobbing" fluently."

"Yesterday everything was so normal... now look at me."

"H-how did you know my name?"

"I've a very important lecture to deliver, and everyone will be there!"

"What's your name, if it isn't a rude question?"

"Oh, you're wet...!"

"Get on with it!"

"I don't like the sound of it."

"The best thing to get someone dry would be... a caucus-race!"

"What's a caucus-race?"

"An extraordinary display of skill, determination, and sheer stupidity!"

"No man calls me deformed unless he's certified!"

"Who's going to give the prizes?"

"I think it's time we were all in bed with a cup of hot chocolate."

"What have you lost?"

"What are YOU doing here?!"

"I'm trying to get into the beautiful garden."

"They're treating me like I'm their housemaid!"

"Some of these things must be priceless... or even more expensive."

"I think I'll keep these, they may come in handy later."

"I might have coward's legs but the rest of me's brave as a lion!"

"I'm too rich! I can't afford to die!"

"Why won't anyone help me? I can't do it by myself!"

"We must burn down the house!"

"No one will think of looking for me there."

"I used to read fairy tales; I never thought I would end up in the middle of one."

"There ought to be a book written about me."

"Explain yourself, or you will find yourself on a charge."

"I don't think you should talk to me like that."

"You mustn't be afraid. That's worse than not remembering."

"Meanwhile, I'm going to sit here until tomorrow. Or the next day perhaps, or even for a whole week."

"It's no use talking to you!"

"PEPPERRRR! MOOOORE PEPPERRRRR!!!!"

"I best get you out of here; they're SURE to kill you!"

"You shouldn't make personal remarks, it's very rude."

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

"Kindly leave the stage by the red door. There's a fifty-foot drop on the other side!"

"Disgraceful! You'll hear from my solicitor in the morning!"

"This is the most stupid tea party I've ever been to."

"At last. The perfect place to hide."

"Children have no respect for their betters these days..."

"I won't let you be beheaded."

"Do you play croquet?"

"I don't like it here. They're too fond of beheading people."

"Old age is not for weaklings."

"Beau-tiful soup, beau-tiful soup! Soup of the evening!"

"You see, I carry my bag upside down so my sandwiches don't get wet when it rains."

"You keep falling off your horse!"

"How can you keep talking when you're like this?"

"Now I must leave you. I've still dragons to slay, young ladies to rescue."

"You look worried. You're too young to worry."

"Just be brave... and always get back on your horse."

"Can you tell me how to get out of the forest?"

"It's your own fault, ___. You're too easy."

"I stand before you full of remorse and malnutrition!"

"I've all the money I need for the rest of my life... provided I die by 1 AM tomorrow morning."

"...Then you don't need us/me anymore."

[bored-boring-and-tired]

on the back of one of my friend’s books was the word “beautiful” in the short summary thingy. buuuuut it wasn’t “beautiful”. it was:

“beau-

tiful”

and so when my other friend was reading that word he goes “beau. titful!!” and then we all burst out into laughter because like that’s not what the word actually is. now we forever tease him.

“how do you say ‘b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l’??”

“titful!!”

[deaneverafter]

Sheriff Arlen is so Beau-tiful

🥰🥺💘❤

Beau Arlen, Big Sky, Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

[kylo-wrecked]

@brooklynislandgirl sent:// "Can we stay like this?" Predawn light limns the hills and valleys of his body, soaks her bedroom in witch-light. He isn't asleep. She can tell by the cadence of his breath; so while she isn't loud, she doesn't murmur the words against the back of his neck even if it's right there. Ben doesn't hate being the little spoon, especially when she strokes his chest while his back is pressed into hers. "Just today or--" Or why don't you stay? Live with me. "--whatevah." {SenSon}

{ from this meme / accepting }

—☾—

Eos's dawn is soft on their skin. Beth's body sweetly warm and sleepy, even if she isn't, even if she spent all night with her hands feverishly clutching her knitting needles while her mind drifted to 'Mother,' afloat cascading rhythms. While Ben dreamt of doors opening onto doors, his face burrowed and arms and legs tangled in the blanket he'd stolen. For too many hours. Too much sleep. His body aching with too many dreams.

Being little spoon is really more for the stroking, all about the stroking.

“Mm-hmpfh.”

Yeah, they could stay like this. In the vague sketch of a gravelly, coffee-less morning. Eventually, there's a tectonic shift in Ben's shoulders. His partially lifted head turns as far as it can toward Beth and his eyes tease under a snarl of morning hair.

“Whatevah?" he scoffs. "Whatevah?”

His hand, cold, terribly cold, deliciously cold, snakes beneath Beth's tailbone, kneads the pinch of flesh above her buttocks.

“I don’t want to break the Treaty of Stay Like This, but I feel a secret second option is being kept from me. Bet. Beau-tiful Bet, will you please give me the intel on the OR? Pretty sure it means war if you don’t.”

[magnificentpaperfest]

"Here, too, I craft a theory of Indigiqueerness by rejecting queer and LGBT as signposts of my identity, instead relying on the sovereignty of traditional language, such as Two-Spirit, and terminology we craft for ourselves, Indigiqueer.

How does queer Indigeneity upset or upend queerness? Are we queerer than queer? Who defines queerness and under whose banner does it fly?

Whose lands is it pocked within? I churn these words over in my mouth, taste that queered Cree on my tongue, and wonder if they are enough.

Like waneyihtamisâyâwin, the nêhiyâw word for queer, as in strange, but it is also defined as uncanny, unsettling; or waneyihtamohiwewin, the act of deranging, perplexing- I find Indigiqueerness a hinterland."

"But then my kookum told me about this old movement from when she was my age. She said that a long time ago, Black people invented some- thing called Afrofuturism.

The Afrofuturists imagined the future, but not just any future. They imagined ways that they could get free, ways they could hold their ancestors and descendants in the same hands.

And my kookum said that other Indigenous people thought this was a beau- tiful thing, so they began calling their imaginings Indigenous futurisms."

[heartstringsduet]

I've been meaning to ask!

How's the Mary Oliver book you picked up the other day? I've read a bit of Upstream and love it so far, but was interested in more of her work :)

It's my first book by Mary Oliver so same, I have no comparison. But personally, I honestly loved it from the very first poem. I try to preserve it by reading only one or two poems a day but the ones I read were beau-tiful. She has such a way of combining nature and emotions and living in such interesting and varying ways. And I love how it's accessible without seeming trite for it. Here are my favorite lines so far:

And if your spirit carries within it

the thorn that is heavier than lead– if it’s all you can do to keep on trudging–

there is still somewhere deep within you a beast shouting that the earth is exactly what it wanted– It's from: Morning Poem Would love to hear about your (and everyone's) favorite poems and/or poets :)

[msookyspooky]

Bro disregard anything I said about Severen calling DB honey to wake them up before waking up Jesse bc logically he was nudging their bed when saying it and he has a gravely sleepy voice with a thick Southern accent so all I heard was the 'Ha' noise he makes before saying it and that accent hyper focuses the aye noise like hu-nae and it does not help my case the subtitles on a pirated version that thought he said 'Honey wake up' too was what I mainly watched before getting the dvd

....

HE SAID MAE. 🤯

I just watched it with official subtitles and can clearly hear it now. 'Mae, Wake up...Jesse, wake up.' He wasn't even talking to DB!

So even tho a girl could dream he said 'Honey' instead but sadly he was just exhaling a breath and almost missing the M in Mae because of being exhausted 😅😭 I seriously think that's one of the only times I even hear him address Mae in the whole film other than when she stops him from killing Caleb when they kidnap him

I mean, I guess he said 'Baby, you are beau-tiful' to the damn car so we have that 🤣 He was talking to me guys it's an easy mistake

[manwalksintobar]

Goodtime Jesus // James Tate

Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dream– ing so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it? A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled back, skin falling off. But he wasn’t afraid of that. It was a beau– tiful day.  How 'bout some coffee? Don’t mind if I do. Take a little ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.

[little-watcher]

th ey’ve be en love ly! i’ve on ly gon e bac k to the ar chives once (jo n may ki ll me if i tr y to work) b ut they we re so beau tiful! an d so many of th em! it w as love ly, th ey’re lovely. they mak e my so ng eve r so mu ch strong er, i ca n’t tha nk you en ough. re ally, th ank you so mu ch.

[risalei-nur]

The Words - The Seventh  Word - Part 2

Suddenly, a devilish, cunning man appeared on his left with ornate fin- ery, pictures, fantasies and intoxicants, saying: “Hey, come on, friend! Let’s enjoy ourselves, listen to music, look at these pictures of beautiful women, and eat and drink these delicious things.” He asked the soldier what he was mumbling. The soldier replied: “A sacred invocation,” to which the man said: “Leave these complicated issues. Let’s not ruin our comfort. What’s that in your hands?” The soldier replied: “Medicine.” The man snorted: “Throw it away. There’s nothing wrong with you. What’s that paper with five seals upon it?” When the soldier said it was a ticket and a rations card, the man said: “Tear them up! How can you think of going anywhere on such a beau- tiful spring day?” This is how that devilish man tried to lead the soldier astray. The soldier eventually has been tempted a bit to follow, for he is human and thus subject to deception.

To his right, the soldier suddenly hears a thunder-like voice: “Wake up! Don’t be deceived. Say to that devil: ‘If you can kill the lion, do so. If you can remove the gallows, do so. If you can heal my wounds, do so. If you can arrange it so that I will not travel this road before me, do so. Do these things, and then we can enjoy ourselves. If you cannot, be quiet!’”

[foxmulderautism]

lover boy really starting to give my magnum opus my pride and joy most important wip of my 20s the beau-tiful thing i produced from the debris of my major trauma. at this point im kicking my ass to draft it so i can read it and be like woahhhhhh this is perfect in every way. who wrote this

[amicidomenicani]

Question Dear Father Angelo, I feel like a convert in the manner of St. Paul because my conversion was like a flash. Since I have been healed by the Lord, my fixed thoughts and prayers go to those who fell away from the faith, the sinners, and I offer all my sufferings to the Lord for the conversion of the latter. I wanted to ask you some questions regarding the Eucharist. 1) I live in a small mountain town where most people know each other. Those who attend Holy Mass every Sunday and feast days are a small part, and those who come to confession even fewer. I unfortunately observe that there are people, both in my parish as well as in my family, who approach the sacrament of the Eucharist even though they do not go to Mass every Sunday and even not having gone to confession for a long time. This creates a mixed feeling in me between anger and sorrow. More than once I tried to invite a person close to me to confession, but she would not come. I also printed for her the very clear answer you gave on this website to a person who asked whether attending Mass on TV was a grave sin. After reading it she asked me, showing little interest, whether praying the rosary on TV was also a sin; I think she didn’t get my point and so I let it go because it seemed like a waste of time. I think that even our parish priest may have a similar doubt, and so I wonder if it would not be appropriate for the faithful to be reminded from time to time that not sanctifying the Lord’s Day is a grave sin and that approaching the Eucharist in this state is committing sacrilege. I believe that many are not aware of this so I wonder if the faithful should not be informed. Since I sometimes write articles in the parish bulletin, is this something that I can do? 2) I once attended a funeral where the church was crowded with people. My daughter told me that a schoolmate of hers who was Muslim and therefore unbaptized took Communion because she was pushed by the crush going forward toward the priest. Then realizing her mistake she confided it to my daughter who could not tell her anything and even I, when questioned about it, could not tell her how she should deal with her. What should have been said to her? How to make amends? 3) Once during Mass my daughter after receiving the Eucharist approached me and showed me that she had received two particles and handed one to me. I held it in my hand until the end of the Holy Mass because I did not know what to do with it and then returned it to the priest. The same told me that my daughter could have taken both. Is this correct? Did I make a mistake? I have asked you many questions, but I trust as always in your precious availability and the Lord's help for the answers you will give me, which are an important support for the life of us faithful. A heartfelt thank you. Priest’s answer Dear friend, I congratulate you on the joy you felt at your conversion, especially since it was totally unexpected. It was a real surprise and like a rebirth. I come now to your questions, which are of different importance. 1. Sadly, it is true that not a few take Holy Communion without making the examination of which Scripture speaks: “A person should examine himself, and so eat the bread and drink the cup. For anyone who eats and drinks without discerning the body, eats and drinks judgment on himself. That is why many among you are ill and infirm, and a considerable number are dying.” (1 Cor. 11:28-30). Previously the Holy Spirit had said through the mouth of Paul, “Therefore whoever eats the bread or drinks the cup of the Lord unworthily will have to answer for the body and blood of the Lord.” (1 Cor. 11:27). These are such grave words that compel everyone to pause to consider the magnitude of this event that cannot be trivialized. 2. St. Faustina Kowalska writes in her Diary, "The most solemn moment of my life is when I receive Holy Communion" (10.1.1938). In one of the most beau

tiful dialogues narrated in the Diary the Lord says to her, “I desire to unite Myself with human souls; My great delight is to unite Myself with souls Know, My daughter, that when I come to a human heart in Holy Communion, My hands are full of all kinds of graces which I want to give to the soul. But souls do not even pay any attention to Me; they leave Me to Myself and busy themselves with other things. Oh, how sad I am that souls do not recognize Love! They treat Me as a dead object.” (19.XI.1937). To treat God as a thing, not to address a single thought to Him, to go and receive Him with a soul polluted by sin is a grave offence made to the Lord. One receives the sacred Sign (the Sacrament), that is, the consecrated particle, but not the reality, which is Jesus Christ. 3. The Lord invites all to the Sacrament as once, in the Gospel parable, the king had invited all to take part in the wedding of his son. And yet all the guests, as was the custom among the great Orientals of the time, had to pass through the king's wardrobe to be clothed in the clothes worthy of a king. In our case, the Lord calls all to Holy Communion, but at the same time asks everyone to pass through the wardrobe if they do not possess the wedding garment of grace. Especially since “into a soul that plots evil wisdom enters not” (Wis 1:4). Whoever would dare to do this would be guilty towards the Lord’s body, would eat and drink his own condemnation. 4. It is wrong to say that just as one prays with the aid of TV, so one participates in the Mass by watching it on TV. The reason is simple: Mass is not just any prayer, it is a sacrament, and sacraments are personal encounters with the risen Christ. Just as it is not possible to be baptised by watching on TV the baptism that others receive, and just as it is not possible to make one’s First Communion only on TV by watching others receive it, so too for participation in the Eucharist. 5. One can pray anywhere and by any means, even by TV. But for the sacraments, a real and personal encounter with Christ and the Church is necessary. Here, through the priest who simultaneously ministers to Christ and the Church, the Lord communicates grace. This is where Christ's encounters with people are perpetuated. 6. In Jesus’ time, the intention to meet with the Lord was not enough to be healed. Physical contact was necessary. We read in the Gospel that “Everyone in the crowd sought to touch him because power came forth from him and healed them all.” (Lk 6:19). How can we fail to recall in this connection the encounter of the woman who had been bleeding for several years and whose health was becoming increasingly impaired? Did she have an ardent desire to touch Jesus? She was convinced that she would be healed by touching Jesus and not simply by just thinking of Him. Here is the sacred text: “There was a woman afflicted with hemorrhages for twelve years. She had suffered greatly at the hands of many doctors and had spent all that she had. Yet she was not helped but only grew worse. She had heard about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak. She said, “If I but touch his clothes, I shall be cured.” Immediately her flow of blood dried up. She felt in her body that she was healed of her affliction. Jesus, aware at once that power had gone out from him, turned around in the crowd and asked, "Who has touched my clothes?” (Mk 5:25-30). The Jerusalem Bible notes: “This power is conceived of as a physical outpouring that works healings through contact. 7. Similarly in Mk 6:56 we read: “They scurried about the surrounding country and began to bring in the sick on mats to wherever they heard he was. Whatever villages or towns or countryside he entered, they laid the sick in the marketplaces and begged him that they might touch only the tassel on his cloak; and as many as touched it were healed.” (Mk 6:55-56). The news of the miraculous healing o

f the woman who had been bleeding (the haematosis) by the mere touch of a fringe of his cloak had spread. Everyone therefore wanted to touch him and begged him to let them touch him. 8. When Jesus instituted the Eucharist he said: “Do this in memory of me”. He did not say: “Think of me”, but “Do” and this is a very specific action that must be performed and not simply looked at. It is clear that those who cannot attend Mass because they are prevented from doing so by illness or infirmity or other grave urgencies are already doing something by joining in with the TV set at Mass celebrated elsewhere. But he certainly cannot say: “I went to Mass”. 9. But those who can attend Mass and do not go by merely watching it on TV show that they have understood and perhaps even experienced very little of the power of the real and saving presence of Jesus. According to the sentiment of the Church, such people commit a grave sin and cannot receive Holy Communion without prior confession: “Those who deliberately fail in this obligation commit a grave sin" (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 2181). Quite rightly, as you observed, it would not hurt to remind the faithful that if they are in such a condition they cannot take Holy Communion, under penalty of committing a grave sacrilege. You can also do this by writing it in the bulletin, since you have the opportunity. 10. What about the Muslim girl who went to take Holy Communion? She certainly did not understand what she was doing and was probably not helped to understand it by the common behaviour of so many people. Unfortunately, even in this respect we must register a strong desacralisation. The prohibition to do this or that without due conditions helps to have a less inadequate concept of holy realities. One must approach them in a holy manner. 11. About your daughter who was given two particles, it must be remembered that whoever takes the Eucharist in his hand must consume it immediately before the Priest. This too is unfortunately disregarded. Receiving one, two or three does not change anything. They must be consumed immediately before the priest. May the Lord who converted you suddenly like St Paul make you an apostle, full of fervour, for the benefit of all. For this I remember you to the Lord and bless you. Father Angelo 07 January 2016 | A priest answers - Liturgy and pastoral care - Liturgical section