#justice for burnt bread

[basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin]

The fact that

Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.

is the perfect description for their relationship towards the end of the first arena (as well as in the second), whereas the next sentence is

Since I've never been in love, this is going to be a real trick.

, which is what katniss has thought throughout most of their relationship, as well as the complete opposite of what's actually happening, just has me dead laughing on the floor.

[reizoudesu]

01. the boy with the bread

"stay alive" (kazuha x reader) - chapter one (press ">>" to proceed. otherwise, press "<<" to return.)

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"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"

All of this was a blur as you watched Paimon get dragged away by Childe, crying your name until she was out of sight.

With a sigh, a girl in blue with long curly hair zips to the stage - that must be Furina, the replacement for a drunken Venti - gets the ball rolling, "So much for showing up drunk... well then, time to pick our boy tribute~!"

You watch patiently as the papers roll and flutter in the glass ball, the folded slips carrying each of the names. Furina grabs the first slip she encounters and zips towards the podium again to read the name out loud. You didn't think about Childe's fate if he were to be chosen, and indeed, the answer already rang in your ears as Furina read the name.

"Kaedehara Kazuha!"

Oh no... not him, you think. You knew this guy already, even though you've never spoken to him. Kaedehara Kazuha. No, the odds are not in your favor today.

You watch him take a step towards the stage and examine his appearance. He's an average around five feet tall... or more, he's lean but fairly built, the locks of platinum white hair styled in a low ponytail, with bangs falling in fluffy waves, and there it is - a single red highlight swept to the side.

The two of you stared for a moment, and he reacted with surprise and recognition. Despite his attempts to remain stoic and composed, his ruby eyes widened a significant amount, an alarm that you've seen often in prey. Still, he climbs on stage with a steady cadence, hiding his initially shocked face with once of indifference.

Venti calls to the crowd for volunteers, and again, there's silence. It came to you that Kazuha once had a father and grandfather, and he was the last of his bloodline before he was taken under a baker's wing. And now, he had two older brothers; one too old to participate, while the other won't.

As the mayor reads the boring Treaty of Treason, a requirement in every start of the Hunger Games, you were far too distracted to the situation at hand and the question in your mind. "Why him?"

And now you ultimately decided that it's not worth it. Just so you know, the two of you are not friends, or even neighbors. The only real interaction was years ago.

Rain. That's when it happened. You, barely thirteen, were lying there on the cold, muddy floor. Shivering, broken, and fragile like a sick fawn who lost its mother.

You scavenge for food through the garbage bins, particularly the one by the bakery, where an old woman walked outside the door and yelled at you. You wouldn't find anything there, but you have to keep trying. You and Paimon can't afford to go hungry not after you began hunting.

...yet, you're losing hope so fast it matches the slow drumming of your heartbeat due to the chill in the air.

This could be the perfect place to die, you thought. Peacemakers could go to you and take you away or let the people trample onto you as if you were a bug, but not a single one came, except for a young boy the same age as you, came out of the bakery with a mark on his cheek.

He got hurt.

But he was carrying a burnt loaf of bread in his hands when he appeared into your waning vision.

You were lost, confused, too delirious to even watch him break off a bit of the bread before walking over to you, a plastic in hand, the bread still warm.

"Take it."

That's what he told you before leaving.

No, the odds are definitely not in your favor today.

Right now, that's all you could think of before you and your fellow tributes are to be escorted into the Justice Building.

This could be your last goodbye.

to be continued... ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

©reizoudesu

[inseasofgreen]

here's your chance to defend zemorri--what makes him NOT pathetic?

praying to any god listening I finally do my boy justice 😮‍💨

Zemorri is one of the most skilled warriors to have ever graduated from the Dragon Hall, and also the youngest. Dude isn't only good with a blade, he can be ruthless as all hell. He wasn't made the emperor's champion just because Zevetta's husband put in a good word. Dude as spent the better part of 5 years before the start of poto stopping multiple rebellions, fighting in off an evasion in the southern border, and even made a whole noble house go extinct. At 9 years old Zemorri decided to claim a wild dragon, something many Zrato have attempted and very few accomplish. Indiss was young and wounded, but still could've easily killed Zemorri. Indiss is a Crown-horned Eastern Piketail and those bitches are MEAN. Zemorri knew that even as a kid, and yet he saw Indiss and was hell bent on claiming him. Imagine a 9 year old walking up to like a bear or lion and offering it bread. Like even as a kid Zemorri was brave af. He's also such a family man?? He would kill for his family. I mean he'd kill for less than that, but STILL. Don't threated his loved ones, because either your being burnt to a crisp by indiss, or your going up against a fearsome warrior. Also he's such a sweet talker? and good in bed? AS WELL as comfortable in his masculinity despite living in a society that thrives on toxic masculinity.

So we got amazing fighter, earned his rank fairly and wasn't nepo babied into it, brave, loyal and loving, got the wit in him and doesn't buy into the sexism of his world and actually speaks against those practices and ya'll going on about him being pathetic 🙄

Thank you for the ask and letting me try to redeem Zemorri 😤

[vasilissadragomir]

for the fake fic ask game:

a THG fic with: accidental marriage, political intrigue and mutual pining!

OOF this is so hard i’ve been thinking about this one for a WHILE but i think i got it!! in honor of Passover…a Jewish!Everlark (shtetl!District 12, really) AU set during Catching Fire.

The twin burns on their hands aren’t the only things binding Katniss and Peeta together that fateful night before the Passover Seder. When they tear the loaf to drop in the Mellark fireplace together, cleansing the house of chametz before the holiday, they’re transported to another time with another burnt loaf…until they look down to find a toasted piece of bread in each of their hands. And, worse yet, Mrs. Mellark saw the whole thing. Couldn’t they at least have waited to do the toasting under a chuppah? Oy, what a shanda!

As Katniss and Peeta are marched down to the Justice Building by Mrs. Mellark and the town rabbi, Katniss fears the repercussions from President Snow, whose perfect, goyische Capitol wedding was just ruined by the accidental fulfillment of the District 12 tradition.

A month after Peeta stepped on the glass in the Justice Building, making their marriage legal in the eyes of both the state and HaShem, they learn the consequences of their actions when President Snow announces the Quell. With nothing left to lose, Katniss and Peeta start to think that maybe the meshugas they caused could be what saves them in the arena. After all, being star-crossed lovers worked pretty well last time.

In the battle for their culture, their rights, their traditions, and their lives, they can’t help but wonder…is it beshert?

glossary for the goyim:

shtetl - small Jewish towns in Eastern Europe (generally pre WWII for obvious reasons)

Passover - holiday where we don’t eat leavened bread and we often burn it to ensure our houses are entirely bread-free before the holiday

Seder - super long ritual dinner we do on the first night or two of passover

chametz - leavened bread

chuppah - a big ritual tarp we get married under

shanda - scandal

rabbi - Jewish spiritual leader (comparable to a minister or imam)

goyische - goy-like (“goy” means non-Jew; serves a similar role to gringo/a in Spanish-speaking regions)

breaking the glass - wedding tradition where the groom steps on a piece of glass which usually ends the ceremony

HaShem - literally translates to “the name” but is just God (we’re not allowed to say God’s name)

meshugas - ridiculousness, chaos

beshert - basically destiny (“it would’ve happened anyway…”)

[freneticfloetry]

fic stats meme

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Three missing scenes stories, one post-canon, one episode tag, and one AU. Iiinteresting. Thanks to @reyesstrand, @alrightbuckaroo, @welcometololaland, @sanjuwrites, and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags!

most hits: Ashes and Flame (Every You and Every Me) (Hunger Games Trilogy)

I want it to be as it was. A purging of everything that haunts me, down to the smallest detail. But when I'm done, there's only space and shadow in living color, more abstract than anything that came before it. A fiery sunset over the Meadow grass, the shape of mockingjay wings. And two silhouettes on the horizon, together but separate, forever moving forward, and backward, and nowhere at all.

second most kudos: Lost In Translation (The Losers)

"That's why we have a Cougar, right? To handle the Spanish! Cougar is Mister Spanish. Cougar is the most Spanish thing that Spanish has ever seen." Across the room, Cougar seems to be watching him from under his hat. Not that Jensen can be sure, fuzzy as everything is right now, but he's definitely getting that 'lone gazelle on the Serengeti' feeling. "If I learn Spanish, that negates his very existence. Is that what you want, Clay? For Cougar to lose his place on the team? In the service? In the very world in which we live? Except for, you know, the part where he's also a scary, scary sniper. That I can't do."

third most comments: to build a home (911: Lone Star)

Carlos leans over the table and blows out the candles he'd lit barely ten minutes ago. The fact that the thought that immediately follows is one of fire safety — of his synthetic blend shirt that's now down half its buttons, and the stainless steel snuffer in the utility drawer that he owns for exactly this purpose — only annoys him further.

It's one thing to fuck a firefighter, it's another to let one fuck with his head.

fourth most bookmarks: scenes from an unfinished story (told by the lost and found) (The Magicians)

Eliot goes up on one elbow to watch the approach, a stumbling blur of brown hair and bad tweed tangled in the strap of a messenger bag. "Sorry, shit, I'm sorry," the blur is saying, trying to navigate the maze of equipment. It comes to a stop a few feet from the faux wall, and Eliot sits up, swings his legs over the edge, and stares from the resume in his hand to the slightly breathless boy at his feet — frazzled and frowning, with a heavy brow and a gently curved jaw and a wide mouth that curls up at the corners.

A headshot would never do him justice; this is a face that craves a state of perpetual motion.

fifth most words: What Baking Can Do (The Magicians)

He stumbles down the stairs, bleary-eyed and barely dressed, his stomach suddenly a grumbling knot of neediness. Turning down the hall toward the kitchen only makes the smell stronger, bolstered by bread and burnt sugar and rich, browning butter, and when he pushes through the swinging door and into the room, he's enveloped in a cloud of sweetness and spice… and the sight of Eliot pulling a pan of something from the oven.

least words: No Man Is An Island (Lost)

She must think I'm stupid.

Tagging in @mixtapestar, @carlos-in-glasses, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @liminalmemories21, @rmd-writes, @catanisspicy, and @eidetictelekinetic.

[sybarite-shinigami]

the tear of flesh

The first time Milo helped a soul pass they weren't sure what the nauseous feeling in their throat was.

Milo would soon learn to call it shame.

All of their gigs (they only call them this to separate the person from the job) come from different walks of life, each a different flavor to indulge in. They can even recognize the crime just from taste, assault victims taste grainy and sour like when royal icing isn't mixed well enough and sour milk. Murderers taste charred like the burnt edges of a homemade pizza, and so on and so forth.

Needless to say that Milo's taste perception isn't the best, eating on its own has become an endeavor having to constantly remind themselves that 'no this isn't a child's soul thats so sweet its just a donut.' And 'this fluffy feeling is from the bread not a person who passed while dreaming.' The rapidly thinning line between work and Milo grows slimmer and slimmer with each day.

Even wondering what their friends would taste like if were their cold rigid body presented on a plate. Would they leave a buzz on their tongue like a crime of passion would? Or would the flavor simmer in their stomach like the justice of a crime of self defense?

The worst thing is that if given the choice Milo doesn't think they'd pass the chance at that secret, to have a piece of them for all eternity they'd hold back no shame as the first slice separates around the knifes blade.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Holy District

1 Moreover, when you divide by lot the land for inheritance, you shall offer an allotment to the Lord, a holy portion of the land. The length shall be the length of twenty-five thousand cubits, and the width shall be twenty thousand. It shall be holy throughout its territory all around. 2 Of this there shall be a square plot for the sanctuary, five hundred by five hundred cubits, with fifty cubits for an open space around it. 3 Of this measure you shall measure the length of twenty-five thousand cubits and the width of ten thousand cubits. And in it shall be the sanctuary, the Most Holy Place. 4 The holy portion of the land shall be for the priests, the ministers of the sanctuary, who shall come near to minister to the Lord. And it shall be a place for their houses and a holy place for the sanctuary. 5 An area twenty-five thousand cubits in length and ten thousand in width shall be for the Levites, the ministers of the temple, and for their possession cities in which to dwell.

6 You shall appoint the possession of the city five thousand cubits wide and twenty-five thousand cubits long adjacent to the allotment of the holy portion. It shall be for the whole house of Israel.

The Portion for the Prince

7 A portion shall be for the prince on the one side and on the other side of the holy allotment and property of the city, adjacent to the holy allotment and the property of the city, from the west side westward and from the east side eastward. And the length shall correspond to one of the tribal portions, from the west border to the east border. 8 In the land shall be his possession in Israel. And My officials shall no more oppress My people. And the rest of the land they shall give to the house of Israel according to their tribes.

Laws Governing the Prince

9 Thus says the Lord God: Let it suffice you officials of Israel. Remove violence and destruction, and execute justice and righteousness. Take away your exactions from My people, says the Lord God. 10 You shall have just balances and a just ephah and a just bath. 11 The ephah and the bath shall be of one measure so that the bath may contain the tenth part of a homer, and the ephah the tenth part of a homer. Their measure shall be after the homer. 12 The shekel shall be twenty gerahs. Twenty shekels, twenty-five shekels, and fifteen shekels shall be your mina.

13 This is the offering that you shall offer: the sixth part of an ephah of a homer of wheat, and you shall give the sixth part of an ephah of a homer of barley. 14 Concerning the ordinance of oil that is the bath of oil, you shall offer the tenth part of a bath out of the kor, which is a homer or ten baths, for ten baths are a homer. 15 And one lamb shall be out of the flock, out of two hundred, out of the watering places of Israel, as a grain offering and as a burnt offering and for peace offerings, to make reconciliation for them, says the Lord God. 16 All the people of the land shall give this offering for the prince in Israel. 17 It shall be the prince’s part to give burnt offerings and grain offerings and drink offerings in the feasts and in the New Moons and in the Sabbaths, in all solemnities of the house of Israel. He shall prepare the sin offering and the grain offering and the burnt offering and the peace offerings, to make reconciliation for the house of Israel.

Observing the Feasts

18 Thus says the Lord God: In the first month, on the first day of the month, you shall take a young bull without blemish and cleanse the sanctuary. 19 And the priest shall take some of the blood of the sin offering and put it on the doorposts of the temple and on the four corners of the ledge of the altar and on the gateposts of the inner court. 20 So you shall do the seventh day of the month for everyone who errs and for him who is naive. So you shall make atonement for the temple.

21 In the first month, on the fourteenth day of the month, you shall have the Passover, a feast of seven days. Unleavened bread shall be eaten. 22 On that day the prince shall prepare for himself and for all the people of the land a bull as a sin offering. 23 For seven days of the feast he shall prepare a burnt offering to the Lord, seven bulls and seven rams without blemish daily for the seven days, and a male of the goats daily as a sin offering. 24 He shall prepare a grain offering of an ephah for a bull and an ephah for a ram and a hin of oil for an ephah.

25 In the seventh month, on the fifteenth day of the month, he shall do the like in the feast of the seven days, according to the sin offering, according to the burnt offering, and according to the grain offering, and according to the oil. — Ezekiel 45 | Modern English Version (MEV) The Holy Bible, Modern English Version. Copyright © 2014 by Military Bible Association. Published and distributed by Charisma House. Cross References: Genesis 23:15; Exodus 12:1; Exodus 30:14-15; Leviticus 1:4; Leviticus 4:14; Leviticus 4:27; Leviticus 16:18; Leviticus 19:35-36; Leviticus 23:1; Leviticus 23:8; Leviticus 23:33; Leviticus 23:42; Numbers 11:32; Numbers 16:5; Numbers 28:12; Numbers 34:14; Joshua 11:23; Nehemiah 5:1; Ezekiel 27:28; Ezekiel 34:24; Ezekiel 48:8; Acts 2:36; Hebrews 9:14

[sideralwriting]

Merry Christmas to you @reverie-tales! I’m glad I was your Secret Santa and I’m sorry if this fanfiction reaches you on Christmas day already. I didn’t like how the old fic was turning out so I decided for another twist. Tarquin had to go XD I hope it isn’t too heavy to read, I never wrote this many words ahaha.

Merry Christmas again and thanks to @acotargiftexchange for planning the event!!

Feysand fanfic, modern AU. Word count: 4115. TW: Tamlin & Ianthe (aka the manipulation squad), NSFW (my giftee likes a lil angst and good spices atm eheh).

Edit: Summary: Every aspect of Feyre’s life as fiancée of Tamlin is carefully approached by her future father-in-law but everything changes the day she runs into Morrigan.

What a treasure you are

Feyre got out of the SUV in front of her favorite museum on a sunny June afternoon. That was her favorite place and spent most of her free time there, which amounted to basically half a day.

Tamlin had sent Ianthe later that morning to escort her to her outings and she was trying to enjoy every bit of it. Not that her routine was any different since she finished college last year: wake up, have breakfast — her new obsession was avocado toast with only avocados and sesame seeds on an almost burnt bread slice— clean the house and get out of it before 1 PM.

Feyre saw Tamlin only when he came home later into the night and before he went to work, right before she was fully awake. She was grateful to him for working enough to allow them to have a life together, but she missed doing something, anything, even if it was in order to ease his stress. Tamlin's rage grew by the day. Out of frustration for his job as his father's  and Amaratha's assistant, for sure, nonetheless she was afraid. Feyre didn't want to admit it to anyone, not even herself, nor she wanted to admit that Ianthe was more the controlling kind of person than actually a family friend.

So she escaped her reality with a year-long membership to her favorite of the Prythian’s Spring Court Museums.

Feyre’s pale green dress with ridiculously big puffy sleeves had been Ianthe's "gift", accurately chosen to show off her fair skin and "bring justice to Tamlin's family name". Obviously Feyre hated it with burning passion. That day she didn't put any sunscreen on because she didn't think it would be necessary. She wasn’t Tamlin’s or his father’s creature to manipulate as they pleased. She wanted freedom to do as she pleased, without it to be judged and reported back to them. Feyre wanted to paint and paint, she wanted to be someone on her own, wanted to sell her paintings to sustain her family and travel to the mountain at least once. So she strolled through the art gallery, Ianthe a few steps behind her, waiting for her opportunity to start living again. She applied for every exhibition but her soon to be father-in-law had connections everywhere in the city and made sure she couldn’t take part in it even changing the dates of a few major events.

Feyre sat on a cream divan in front of the painting of a pink cherry tree, leaning against the highest part of the divan at her right.

Father-in-law. Husband. Tamlin’s wife. That’s what her life was bound to be the moment her father asked for a loan to the man. Feyre’s father was called the Prince of Trading before he lost everything because of a hurricane. He then asked Tamlin’s father, a collegue of his, some financiary help to pay off a couple of major debts… Creating a bigger one. Feyre’s wedding was to be an alliance between the traders. An alliance she loved at first, to help her family and being loved by a caring man. Everything started to change as Tamlin had more pressure, his temper started rising, they started arguing. What she hated more was that she couldn’t reply, nor help. Feyre had just to suppress her own frustration and avoid him as much as she could, bonus if she managed to endure Ianthe’s meddling. “Are you going to stare at that particular thing for long, Miss?” Mother above, the woman truly brought the worse out of her. Feyre turned her head slowly toward the guard and glued a dumb smile on her face.

“I’m sorry, Ianthe, what were you saying? This art piece is magnificent, isn’t it? The colors are so pale that you can feel the sadness-"

“I’m regretful to remind you of this in such a nice place, Miss Feyre,” the woman sure enough of her position that she interrupted her boss’ fiancée, “but Mr. Tamlin didn’t send me only for company. I’m here to accompany you to buy the new dress for Mrs. Amarantha’s charity party”. Right. Because why else would anyone approach her? Feyre sighed and got up from the divan. “You’re right, Ianthe”, she agreed, “you are not here for company.” The guard flinched and her cheeks reddened in anger. “Lead the way, now”.

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The little bell on the boutique’s door jingled as Feyre and Ianthe entered the place. They were greeted by a dark-haired woman with chocolate eyes. “Welcome to Windheaven, ladies. I’m Mrs. Hilda, the seamstress. How can I help you?”

Feyre explained to Mrs. Hilda what the occasion was and most of all who the host was. After the tailor asked her to undress and step on the platform at the center of a private room, the woman took her mesurements and started sketching, draping fabrics over Feyre’s waist and shoulders. Feyre took her time enjoying the fabrics and trying to remember as many details as she could for her next painting: lilac walls, dark brown partitions, a big fuzzy white carpet. Ianthe kept nugging at the tailor’s sketches and Feyre was glad that no one ever tried to do the same thing with her paintings… for now. How would things change after she got married? After she had to give Tamlin an heir?

She turned to avoid panicking in front of a stranger and most of all in front of her guard when she lifted her gaze and saw it.

Her first painting, her first sale. A lake of starlight with weeping willows caressing the white waters. How had it ended up there? Her dorm roommate bought it, did she sell it in turn? Did someone steal it? “How-” she starded, but right at that moment the door slammed wide open and a lean figure entered the room submerged in fabric rolls

“Who are you? Why are you here?” Ianthe yelled, “Have you no decency for customers? Ask for forgiveness and get out right now!” but neither the newcomer nor Feyre were listening to her since the first one put down the fabric rolls near Hilda and turned. Feyre had recognised those footsteps as soon as she heard them. They jumped as her heart did. Because in front of her, in a wonderful red dress and blonde ponytail stands her best friend. The moment their eyes met, tears started flowing down her cheeks, warm, big tears that mirrored the ones on her friend’s cheeks.

“Miss Feyre Archeron! It’s been a year since I last saw you.” The chestnut eyes of the blonde woman brightened as she hugged Feyre as thight as she could. “Mor…” She smelled of citrus as always and Feyre would be forever grateful for even that didn’t change in her friend. In Feyre’s own life. So she hugged her tighter because words failed her. “I know”, the first one said, “I missed you too, my dear friend”.

“This is outrageous! Get out or I’ll-“ Feyre glared at the stupidity of her guard and debated how to get rid of her once and for all. “You will do what exactly, Ianthe? I know this woman-“

“But she isn’t approved-“ “Silence, Ianthe. Last time I checked it was thanks to me you still had your job, so go breathing some fresh air.” Her heart kept thundering and her hands trembled, “And next time you interrupt me, you’ll be done for.”

“How did my painting get up there?” Feyre asked, sitting on the plushy carpet. Ianthe stormed out of the room and she got dressed in the frilly green dress. “Mrs. Hilda is my aunt,” answered Morrigan over a cup of tea. The seamstress saluted with a pencil in hand and a mischievious grin before returning to her sketches. Then, “Morrigan always told me about her ‘super-talented best friend forever’ and the day she bought it she gifted it to me so that it could bring me joy everyday. And it did.”

New tears thretened her eyes whe she turned from the middle aged woman. Obviously her old friend didn’t miss a thing, though. Mor gripped her hands together, “What happens, Fey? Tell me all about it”. Probably it was her memories or her friend’s presence or the tea, anyway she crumbled. She told her about her father’s debts, how she will have to marry Tamlin, how she had no control over her life, Tamlin’s behaviour. Even Feyre’s phone was closely examined by Ianthe everyday so it was better for Morrigan not to have it. The eyes of her best friend blackened as she told her about her life, stroking Feyre’s head in confort.

That day, Feyre left the boutique with more hope than she had in a while. She had to know that it couldn’t last long, though. As soon as her SUV reached the manor's parking lot, she knew something was up. First of all, Tamlin's own car was there too and it was only six in the afternoon. Second thing was Ianthe's smirk since she saw the other car too.

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December has always been Rhysand's favorite month. Lights everywhere glittering like stars, laughing people, warm beverages and snowball wars. He strolled through the city aiming for his favorite jeweler. Amren needed a new pair of earrings more than her life and Rhys was determined to buy his old friend the best pair Velaris had to offer. He was almost done with everyone's gifts, the pile of them from his family growing under his own tree. They got so excited that most of them tried to shake and even sniff the packaging to understand what the hell was inside of it. Somehow his Inner Circle has found him trustworthy enough to place everything at his home. Sometimes he regretted giving them the keys, but he loved them a lot. There was only one gift he still had to buy.

Morrigan's friend, Feyre, had lived with his cousin since September. They met a few times and even though her expression looked haunted most of the time, her witty replies made him loudly laugh. Pair that with how she called him a prick on different occasions and he had fallen in love. Hard and sudden. He wanted Feyre to start smiling again and wanted her to feel safe around him. He wanted to make her feel the most loved person on this planet. Mor and Feyre left for a three week holiday in Italy getting themselves drunk on shopping and nice food almost every day.

After purchasing Amren's earrings and a brooch, he found himself in front of his mother's boutique.

"My, what have I done for my son to come visit me at work?" his mother greeted him. "As if I don't come in here every other week, mother," Rhys replied, kissing the woman's cheek.

Hilda was finishing putting together a sleeve for the soft white dress on a stand behind her. "It's Morrigan's. I thought she would love a dress for Solstice day. Do you like it?"

"It will be perfect on her, your skills amaze me every time," he confessed, "what about that one, though? What is it made of?" A fine dress of the palest blue caught his eyes, shining in the low light from the ceiling, the trail pooled as a lake of stars. What kind of fabric was even that? "Feyre's dress. Oh, don't be so surprised, honey. She needed it after all she went through."

He sighed. "What happened to her, exactly? Morrigan threatened to kill me when I mentioned I wanted to ask Feyre about it." "Well…," Hilda hesitated. It wasn't like her and an angry calm set over him. What happened to the young woman? "Back in June she came in here looking for a dress. She and Mor recognized each other and an argument started between Feyre and the Miss who accompanied her. Someone sent word that a dress was no more needed and your cousin didn't see her again since Feyre showed up at her apartment and asked if she could move in. She was engaged, you see, had some arguments with her betrothed because of the other woman and called off the engagement."

Why wasn't Rhys aware of any of this? He picked out the phone but a gentle hand caressed his shoulder, the other taking away the phone. "You are trembling, Rhysand. Sit here. Sit."

"How can I help her, mom?"

"Be there for her. Support her but don't bring it up if she doesn't. " He sat there in silence for long enough that he was startled when Hilda sent him home. "Is this the only way?" he asked, getting up from the stool and pressing the second gift —a brooch of a Solstice flower made of rubies and diamonds— into her hand.

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 Feyre was glad that Azriel and Cassian drived Mor and her back to Mor's apartment. What she didn't expect was for Tamlin to stand in front of it. Arguing with Rhysand.

“Give her back now, Rhysand. You won’t be enough for her anyway.” yelled Tamlin. “Oh really?” he turned towards the group, “And here I thought that she ran away to me because of my beautiful face and because she’s not an object.” The smirk he gave Feyre turned her from white pale to tomato red in less than a second. How could Tamlin still try to take her back? She broke every tie she had to her family, her father’s debt aside. He should respect her decision and yet he didn’t. It was at that moment that she noticed the open door between the two men and the chaos inside.

She felt her anger rise. Did Tamlin look for her inside? “Why are you here, Tamlin? I’m not coming back.” Anger and frustration filled her head as she walked toward the males. “I won’t be your wife. Go marry Ianthe instead, after all she has warmed your bed since we got engaged.” She sided with Rhysand, his steady warmth and scent anchored her. She looked toward Rhys’ face. “He actually has a beautiful face.”

Tamlin launched himself toward Feyre to grab her but Rhysand was faster. He circled her shoulders and pulled her away, while Azriel and Cassian pulled a yelling Tamlin toward the exit of the building. Her heart thundered. What had just happened?

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Rhys was calling her but she couldn’t look at him. Tamlin had just- “Look at me, Feyre darling. Good girl, like that. We’ll go for another trip just the two of us, okay?” Rhysand’s blue eyes were almost violet with the Solstice lights in the hallway. She fell in love all those months ago with how they seemed to shine just for her. She fell in love with how caring he was even without knowing what happened. Feyre nodded and Rhysand escorted her to his car.

⁕⁂♥⸙♥⁂⁕   ⁕⁂♥⸙♥⁂⁕   ⁕⁂♥⸙♥⁂⁕

Four days later they reached the destination. The log cabin Rhysand drove her to was in the middle of the highest mountains in Prythian. It faced a wide lake with a few other houses here and there, a thick layer of snow covering everything in sight, brightly lit by the sun. Peace and quiet reached her ears.. together with Rhys’ pants and grunts. Why was he even doing those sounds? They make her feel so tense and weak at the same time. She turned from the landscape to find Rhys pushing her luggage inside. A huff escaped from her lips as she walked to him, helping with pulling their luggages over the wooden porch.

“And this is why Mor was expelled from the common room the third year of college” finished Feyre drinking some wine in front of the fire. The rooms were full of wood and light colors, with a big hearth in the living room. She had propped her legs up on the sofa, a soft blanket over her, while Rhysand was in front of her on the same sofa. He was laughing at the stories she shared with his cousin, only once they talked about Tamlin and decided he wasn’t worth the thoughts. His brothers were already taking care of his charges anyway, so all she had to do at the moment was relax. And wine always made her relax.

“You know,” she braved to tell him, “I actually like you, Rhysand.”

He swung his wine once, twice. “It's Rhys. And do you, now?”

“I do.” She gulped. “I started liking you the day you brought me to a dance lesson instead of Mor,” Feyre laughed. “I didn’t know I danced so badly with Tamlin.”

Rhys was silent for a second. “He knew that you are a treasure, Feyre darling. Every man you will choose to settle down with has better to acknowledge it, or I’ll be the one to teach him.”

The blush on her cheek wasn’t from her drink. “Well, you already know it”. Rhysand sat up and leaned over her. Then he started brushing her hair. It was so normal but she felt like a starving woman anyway. She'd been since that day in September. “What is it that you want, darling?” she got up on her elbows. She could feel his warm breath against her lips, mere inches apart. She met his gaze and raised a hand against his face. She felt alive again as they danced like the first time. “You.”

The kiss was hungry and sweet, soft but demanding. Their lips tasted like the finest wine they were drinking. Rhysand felt Feyre melt under his love and he couldn't believe that he would find someone who loved him this much. He had lovers but he never felt like changing into a better person with them. Feyre moaned in his mouth and it was his undoing. Rhys got up and scooped her up in his arms. In what seemed to be a second, he was at the top of the stairs with Feyre on his lips. In his room there were already dim lights on. Feyre broke the kiss long enough to examine the bedroom and laughed.

"What? Not in a Solstice mood?"

"Oh no, who wouldn't love to have sex on a four-poster bed covered in cotton balls and yellow Solstice lights?"

He grinned, "That's the spirit, darling". Rhysand put her down and slowly, oh so slowly, proceeded to undress her from the pullover, then her shirt. The leggings were the last he pulled away. Feyre was left with her little red lacy underwear in front of Rhysand, who knelt before her. Feyre averted her eyes. How was it possible that she loved the man like this? How was it possible that he loved her enough to kneel at the sight of her? It was in that moment that he entangled fingers with hers. "Are you sure of this, love?"

"I am. Only, how can you love me when I called you a prick? What if you leave me, too?" "I'm not him, Feyre. I won't leave you" confirmed Rhysand. "And I've been called worse, don't worry. Let me show you how much I love you." She smiled laying on the bed: of course he had to be right every time. Rhys undressed quickly, coming on top of her. He kissed her lips, sucked her neck. His hands roamed from her fingers to her peaked breasts, circling around the top of one to the top of the other. Feyre arched her back and Rhysand sneaked a hand beneath it to unclasp the lacy bra. He kissed his way to the peaks and Feyre felt her belly melting and tightening at the same time.

"What is it that you want, love? Do you want me to kiss every inch of you?" He showed her how under her breast. "Do you want me to suck? Or maybe you just want me to touch you." A whisper with no sound left her lips. He kept licking and massaging down, down, all the way down to her core where he didn’t stop once. He enjoyed what he was doing but looking at him worshipping her center with his tongue was a sight she knew she wanted to paint. A warm sensation started to build in her head and she couldn’t think straight anymore.

“Rhysand…”

“Don’t call me like that”, his teeth scraped the interior of her thigh. “Try again, sweetheart.” This man. She was going to let him pay. Later.

“Rhys, please”. His tongue came back against her folds and she arched as he murmured praises for her bedroom manners. He was building Feyre up so much that she was almost at the end as Rhysand withdrew from her sight. “What. What are. You doing, Rhys?” She couldn’t think, could breath fast enough. “I’m getting ready for you, my love” and as soon as he said this, Feyre found him next to her on the bed, a condom on his dick. Between the soft mattres, the cotton balls and the strings of fairy lights, Rhysand looked like a fairy king out of her favorite stories. “Come up here”, Rhys ordered patting his thigh. Feyre did as he wanted, sitting right upon his member. But she had never been good at following orders without a little ‘Feyre-twist’ and that day it wasn’t any different.

She shifted, starting to kiss and suck Rhysand’s neck as he first did, her heands learning about tatoos and muscles she didn’t even know existed. She reached between his legs and began pumping. “Fuck, Fey. There, like this. You’re wonderful” He praised her again, his hands on her hips and trying to thrust into her. “Not like that, dear,” she purred into his ear, “let me show you how to do it properly.” With a grin on her face she moved him to her folds where Feyre created a new rhythm before getting down on his member. She felt her body stretch and adapt as soon as his head entered, a new rush of hot temperature creating again a fog in Feyre’s head. She took it all in before she began moving again. “You fill me perfectly, Rhys. Can you feel how much I want you?” He merely nodded, eyes heavy with pleasure. “Then don’t stop. You’re so good, please don’t stop. I-I love you too, Rhys”. They kept moving and praising each other until they broke at last.

Both panting, they hugged each other for a few minutes before taking a quick shower -it may or may not have included more kissing and asks about being a couple- and falling asleep hugging each other.

⁕⁂♥⸙♥⁂⁕   ⁕⁂♥⸙♥⁂⁕   ⁕⁂♥⸙♥⁂⁕ 

 Rhysand woke up before dawn between the arms of the most beautiful woman he ever saw. He traced her face with a light finger before casting a chaste kiss on her lips and leaving the bed.

 ⁕⁂♥⸙♥⁂⁕   ⁕⁂♥⸙♥⁂⁕   ⁕⁂♥⸙♥⁂⁕

Feyre woke up in an empty bed and felt as if everything had been only a dream. She put up the clothes Rhys had brought in the morning before and headed downstairs. She expected a few scenarios but not her new boyfriend mumbling Solstice songs under his breath while being submerged in coffee and biscuits and pancakes with blueberries and maple syrup. With his good trousers on. Only with the good trousers on. “Happy Solstice, Feyre darling!” He told her with the widest smile ever before twirling her around and kissing her. They were both laughing at the end of it.

“Happy Solstice, dear! Tell me now: did you cook all this?”

“Of course I did. I couldn’t let my girlfriend starve on the longest night of the year, could I? Now then, grab that bag and go change.”

The dress was stunning. It looked like it was crafted out of snow and light. “Where did you buy this dress?”

“That? Oh, my mother did it,” he answered before turning. His jaw dropped in a perfect O as soon as she saw her. Hair braided and barefoot in a dress of small pale gems, she felt crafted for it. “My-my mother has a boutique, the one where you met Mor back in June. This cabin is also hers.” He put a few plates on a table in front of the biggest window. The view showed the rising sun in a clear sky, over the frozen lake in a snowy landscape. Feyre made a mental note to recreate the landscape as soon as she was back, together with the previous night’s image.

She sat at the table. “You know Rhys, I wouldn’t mind being reintroduced to your mother and thank her for the dress.” Rhysand laughed “She already loves you, darling.”

[fireflyhwufanficwriter]

My thoughts on Dr. Stone’s S03E02 (“Greed Equals Justice”)

(Safe to read for anime-only folks.)

My thoughts after watching Season Three, Episode Two:

01. Kohaku and Chrome like Senku's incredibly burnt bread, but poor Ryusui really, really wants a professional chef! That face he made looked so sketchy XD

02. This OP seems to be a lot less spoilery compared to past OPs! There's still stuff there that you can see, but not as much as it could have been. I guess they really wanted to keep some of the good stuff as a surprise! :D

03. The title of the second episode... Greed Equals Justice! :)

04. "Journalass" :D And she looked away, which must have showed Gen that Ryusui was onto something! And Minami does have an AWESOME name for a journalist! :D

05. Ah, we got some invention flashbacks! :)

06. "Enough for a tiger cub?" Hahaha! Is that some sort of Japanese idiom? It sounds funny and cool! XD

07. Francois is here! :) I think that when I first read the manga, I thought she would either have red hair or a red outfit. But since they gave Ryusui a red outfit in the anime, it makes sense that they'd give Francois a different color!

08. I like how she just started walking in presumably the right direction, since they didn't tell her she was going the wrong way. It's like she has a mental compass pointing straight to Ryusui XD

09. So Ryusui doesn't remember Francois' real name or gender... but he remembers her fashion style, and her clothing and shoe sizes? That's... some selective memory there :O

10. ...And she walked into the conversation, just like that! XD Poor Gen... this isn't the first time he's had to go through those woods without rest... AND he's barefoot! :O

11. Poor modern-timers... XD Kohaku and Chrome's stick figures looked happy, though! :D

12. Somebody asking Senku for an even MORE accurate figure than he's already provided... I don't blame him for looking perplexed XD

13. Time for stollen! :) Ah, so Kohaku knows how to use that... that... animal-catching thingy! That's good info! She surprised Ukyo with her animal catching, and Francois with her butter making :D

14. And the elderly folks are helping with the stollen, too! Pretty convenient that those berry plants are around their height! :)

15. Pretty cool to see Senku learning something and being on the sidelines while somebody else is doing the teaching! And he and Ryusui got scolded XD

16. Hmm, I'm going to have to figure out when they found the time to build that bread oven... It's too large to just be former iron forge, although they could have used some of the same bricks... but, no, even these new bricks are too large and square... :O

17. Senku helped by injecting water into the oven! :) And Francois totally wants him... to be part of the future Nanami Conglomerate :D

18. Chrome's so happy, Kohaku likes it, and even Ukyo is teary-eyed... :) We can also see random villagers enjoying it! And Francois showed us how to make bread! :)

19. Poor Minami... But everybody is so happy about Francois' bread! XD And there it is again, "tiger cub's worth of revival fluid" XD

20. While the others were talking about what Minami wanted in return, Kohaku was just in the background, quietly gobbling up that loaf of bread :D And aww, Kohaku's very considerate of Kaseki! :)

21. That car, those clothes, that drip... wow, Kaseki! :O ...Although the clothes didn't last for very long... XD

22. Some building, some science, and voila, a mirror! Another invention that Chrome and the elderly folks are enjoying! :)

23. That's what Minami REALLY wanted... a camera! :D And we got bits of backstory about her! It is SO in-character for a journalist to want to photograph the green light of the pertrification! She was the one who made me cry this episode. She made such a beautiful promise to Senku and the rest of them! :)

24. Grr, Senku... XD Well, at least Minami's going to take the first photo... and it's great that Ryusui knew who the subject of the stone world's first ever photograph should rightly be :)

25. Francois has great insight into Ryusui's motivations and desires! :O

26. A suit; an old-timey waistcoat thingy; some kind of rockstar getup that totally makes him look like Byakuya (and that buckle, hahaha! I see you, animators :D); another modern outfit, and... huh?! :O

27. Senku sticking his tongue out - the pose of the modern world's most famous scientist, recreated by the stone world's most famous scientist! :D

28. I wonder if those circle thingies in the ED are elements that somehow relate to the five wise generals? :O

29. Francois has joined the party; we've acquired bread, mirrors, and photography; and Minami took the very first photo in the stone world! :) But, oh, the next episode... "First Contact..." I CANNOT wait! :O I'm going to watch it right after I publish this post! :D

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[aanabear2803]

First Line Tag game

So apparently I am to put up 10 of the latest fic titles and the first line of each... Tagged by @lu-inlondon well ok then

Hidden away She remembered the first time she burnt someone. When she discovered she could burn people. It had been an accident of course. Chloe had said something to her. And she let her fires flare out. Flare up to her until she burned just a nip on the skin.

The Fairy to Your Prince Marinette stretched, giving out a yawn. Watching the faint whisper of the sun rolling out of bed. She gave out a sigh, pushing her sheets of her body. Her wings fluttered behind her. Marinette opened her closet, using her binders to seal them tight. She tested it with a flex of her shoulders before putting on her clothes. Tying her hair up, she rushed out of her room heading towards the prince’s quarters.

Ripped Apart “Plagg I am not carrying around cheese for you. You will just have to be satisfied with cheese filled bread.” Marinette huffed, pointing at her purse.

Chemical Taste (NSFW) She always had this chemical smell to her. An itch he didn’t particularly liked at all. Marinette claimed she was a beta. A definite positive beta, but Adrien was just a little curious about it. Betas don’t smell the way she did. Not this artificial little spice that irritated him.

You Have Me, That's All You'll Need “You know Marinette,” Chat’s claws hung on the metal bars of her cage. He held a grin, staring down on her. “When my father dragged me into this plan I thought about how much I love my mother too much and agreed to it. Nothing more.” His claw slid down the bars, making little klinks. “Until I met you.”

Potion Making Marinette huffed, scanning her desk littered with a sort of potion ingredients. Chat Noir had told her he was running low on upgrades, that certainly would not do. So it was up to her to once again create the potions and keep them both in stock. She didn’t particularly mind at all. But it can get rather tedious.

Locked in a Tower Adrien leaned against the window, watching birds as the flew past him. He wished for freedom. He could only hope one day he would step outside and feel the breeze. His feet resting on soft damp grass. How light of a patter of rain would be on his face.

He heard a roar and the thump of footsteps. “Good morning to you too.” He mumbled to himself.

I can't Forgive You Marinette screamed into her gag, shifting violently in Kim’s arms.

“Hold still!” Kim grunted, placing her onto a bench. “You are such a pain Marinette.”

Dragon's Breath Emma stared at the tv screen first, then back to her phone.

"Ladybug and Chat Noir will be ok right sis?" Hugo choked out.

Princess Justice the Witch Chat pushes a branch away looking at the home. “This must be the place…” He fumbled around with his parchment as he took a couple steps to the home.

Looking around, trying to discern any spells that could be traps. He inched himself to the door. There was no door knocker of any kind. Carefully he reached out and pushed the door opened. There were no locks on it of any kind as he took a step in.

Well fuck me I don't know 10 people T-T I know like... @seas-of-silver, @redundant-lava @solaneandbawb @lilaflyy and @ck2k18

[catspittle]

justmemethings muse info sheet, filled.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

{Basics}

Name: Kay "Jonathan" Robert Crane

Alias: Harvestman [Joan Leland only as of yet], the Scarecrow [like everyone], Jonny, Kitty [Honghui, main canon]

Gender: Genderqueer trans man.

Age: 64 as of 2023!

Species: Human, much to his deep dismay.

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio [November 16th] / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: Double-jointed, previous metalworker, can sing, good at playing the èrhú, green thumb; owns a Thunder God Vine that's taken up most of the bathroom

{Personal}

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral if I had to pick something? It works the best.

Religion: Mahayana Buddhist

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English, Cantonese

Family: His mother, Kai-Lun Park, several half-siblings courtesy of his mother, several dead children

Friends: it's complicated :)

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual  / asexual / unsure / questioning / other [+aromantic polyam]

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other - depends on universe

Libido: sex god / very high / high  / average / low / very low / non-existent

{Physical}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other [idk depends on how you define brown vs. olive? he's brown]

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: entire back down to tailbone pitted from broken glass being driven into it when it was thrown through a windshield, claw mark self harm scarring all over shoulders and collarbone, neck and vocal fold slashes, left hip partial replacement surgery, various self harm scars. No right breast [cancer], reduction scarring present on left, which is shoved to the side of his body from a pre-pubertal pneumothorax, oh yeah and his outer genitalia is partially melted because torture

Facial Features: lengthy, broken nose, narrow and leaf shaped eyes with the left pupil severely dilated, face and jaw are overall round, an underbite

Tattoos: a leaping koi fish in water stretching across the right side of his ribcage. The fish is black in color. Breaking Benjamin Celtic knot on left wrist at pulse point, in gold.

{Choose}

Dogs or Cats? Cats, but he's ambivalent overall.

Birds or Hamsters? Neither, small animals are a waste of time with too fragile respiratory systems.

Red or Blue? He literally can't see most shades of red.

Yellow or Green? Green, warm tones make him look burnt.

Black or White? Black. Gets dirty less.

Coffee or Tea? Neither, caffeine makes him sick.

Ice Cream or Cake? Neither, he's not a fan of sweets.

Fruits or Vegetables? Vegetables; nothing beats a good zucchini bread.

Sandwich or Soup? Ambivalent; either.

Magic or Melee? Melee, even though he knows he'll lose.

Sword or Bow? Neither, he fights with his fists.

Summer or Winter? Winter, it's cooler.

Spring or Autumn? He's indifferent yet again.

The Past or The Future? The past; the core tenet of his character is that he's wholly unable to move on from the things that have occurred to him.

tagged by: n/a tagging: whoever ig have fun

[catolinewsdailyreadings]

Monday of the Twenty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time

Readings of Monday, September 16, 2024

Reading 1

1 COR 11:17-26, 33

Brothers and sisters: In giving this instruction, I do not praise the fact that your meetings are doing more harm than good. First of all, I hear that when you meet as a Church there are divisions among you, and to a degree I believe it; there have to be factions among you in order that also those who are approved among you may become known. When you meet in one place, then, it is not to eat the Lord's supper, for in eating, each one goes ahead with his own supper, and one goes hungry while another gets drunk. Do you not have houses in which you can eat and drink? Or do you show contempt for the Church of God and make those who have nothing feel ashamed? What can I say to you? Shall I praise you? In this matter I do not praise you. For I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you, that the Lord Jesus, on the night he was handed over, took bread and, after he had given thanks, broke it and said, "This is my Body that is for you. Do this in remembrance of me." In the same way also the cup, after supper, saying, "This cup is the new covenant in my Blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me." For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes. Therefore, my brothers and sisters, when you come together to eat, wait for one another.

Responsorial Psalm

PS 40:7-8A, 8B-9, 10, 17

R./ Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

Sacrifice or oblation you wished not, but ears open to obedience you gave me. Burnt offerings or sin offerings you sought not; then said I, "Behold I come." R./ Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

"In the written scroll it is prescribed for me, To do your will, O my God, is my delight, and your law is within my heart!" R./ Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

I announced your justice in the vast assembly; I did not restrain my lips, as you, O LORD, know. R./ Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

May all who seek you exult and be glad in you And may those who love your salvation say ever, "The LORD be glorified." R./ Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

Gospel

LK 7:1-10

When Jesus had finished all his words to the people, he entered Capernaum. A centurion there had a slave who was ill and about to die, and he was valuable to him. When he heard about Jesus, he sent elders of the Jews to him, asking him to come and save the life of his slave. They approached Jesus and strongly urged him to come, saying, "He deserves to have you do this for him, for he loves our nation and he built the synagogue for us." And Jesus went with them, but when he was only a short distance from the house, the centurion sent friends to tell him, "Lord, do not trouble yourself, for I am not worthy to have you enter under my roof. Therefore, I did not consider myself worthy to come to you; but say the word and let my servant be healed. For I too am a person subject to authority, with soldiers subject to me. And I say to one, 'Go,' and he goes; and to another, 'Come here,' and he comes; and to my slave, 'Do this,' and he does it." When Jesus heard this he was amazed at him and, turning, said to the crowd following him, "I tell you, not even in Israel have I found such faith." When the messengers returned to the house, they found the slave in good health.

[ongolecharles]

DAILY SCRIPTURE READINGS (DSR) 📚 Group, Mon Sept 16th, 2024 ... Monday of the Twenty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time, Year B/Memorial of Saints Cornelius, Pope, and Cyprian, Bishop, Martyrs

Reading 1

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1 Cor 11:17-26, 33

Brothers and sisters:

In giving this instruction, I do not praise the fact

that your meetings are doing more harm than good.

First of all, I hear that when you meet as a Church

there are divisions among you,

and to a degree I believe it;

there have to be factions among you

in order that also those who are approved among you

may become known.

When you meet in one place, then,

it is not to eat the Lord's supper,

for in eating, each one goes ahead with his own supper,

and one goes hungry while another gets drunk.

Do you not have houses in which you can eat and drink?

Or do you show contempt for the Church of God

and make those who have nothing feel ashamed?

What can I say to you? Shall I praise you?

In this matter I do not praise you.

For I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you,

that the Lord Jesus, on the night he was handed over,

took bread and, after he had given thanks,

broke it and said, "This is my Body that is for you.

Do this in remembrance of me."

In the same way also the cup, after supper, saying,

"This cup is the new covenant in my Blood.

Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me."

For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup,

you proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes.

Therefore, my brothers and sisters,

when you come together to eat, wait for one another.

Responsorial Psalm

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Ps 40:7-8a, 8b-9, 10, 17

R. (1 Cor 11:26b) Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

Sacrifice or oblation you wished not,

but ears open to obedience you gave me.

Burnt offerings or sin offerings you sought not;

then said I, "Behold I come."

R. Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

"In the written scroll it is prescribed for me,

To do your will, O my God, is my delight,

and your law is within my heart!"

R. Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

I announced your justice in the vast assembly;

I did not restrain my lips, as you, O LORD, know.

R. Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

May all who seek you

exult and be glad in you

And may those who love your salvation

say ever, "The LORD be glorified."

R. Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

Alleluia

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Jn 3:16

R. Alleluia, alleluia.

God so loved the world that he gave his only-begotten Son,

so that everyone who believes in him might have eternal life.

R. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel

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Lk 7:1-10

When Jesus had finished all his words to the people,

he entered Capernaum.

A centurion there had a slave who was ill and about to die,

and he was valuable to him.

When he heard about Jesus, he sent elders of the Jews to him,

asking him to come and save the life of his slave.

They approached Jesus and strongly urged him to come, saying,

"He deserves to have you do this for him,

for he loves our nation and he built the synagogue for us."

And Jesus went with them,

but when he was only a short distance from the house,

the centurion sent friends to tell him,

"Lord, do not trouble yourself,

for I am not worthy to have you enter under my roof.

Therefore, I did not consider myself worthy to come to you;

but say the word and let my servant be healed.

For I too am a person subject to authority,

with soldiers subject to me.

And I say to one, Go, and he goes;

and to another, Come here, and he comes;

and to my slave, Do this, and he does it."

When Jesus heard this he was amazed at him

and, turning, said to the crowd following him,

"I tell you, not even in Israel have I found such faith."

When the messengers returned to the house,

they found the slave in good health.

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FOCUS AND LITURGY OF THE WORD

Today's readings invite us to think about meaningful spiritual experiences. Whether we are attending a meeting, sharing a meal with others, asking someone to pray for us, or interceding on behalf of someone else, it is possible to find Jesus in the experience and be in spiritual communion. In our daily spiritual experiences, we encounter and recognize Jesus. In those experiences, we are reminded to love friend and foe and not judge their desire or need for healing by who they are or what they do. The centurion in the gospel sought healing for someone who worked for him, someone he valued so much that he humbled himself to ask Jesus for help. In my opinion, that is where faith begins. Faith begins at the point of humility.

Faith is not just about believing in God or going to church. Faith is when you have nothing, but you know God will provide it, and you refuse to have a doubt in your mind. Faith is when you lose the function of your legs, but you can still imagine yourself dancing and even hear the music in your mind. Faith is when you wait for someone to say, “I forgive you” or “I love you.” Faith is when seemingly simple things like sitting outside or looking out the window fills you with joy and gratitude instead of worry. Faith is when you go to sleep at night knowing that God will gently wake you up in the morning. Faith is when everyone tells you "No," but somehow, you believe that your "yes" is on the way. Faith is when we can still eat together, pray together, attend a church service together, wait for each other, and pray for each other, even when we feel a slight contempt for the church or the human condition. Faith is when, even though you have not been to church in a while, somehow, when your loved one is sick or dying, you run to Jesus.

Let's pray ...

Loving God, we humbly approach you with our needs. Please help us heal. Amen.

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SAINT OF THE DAY

Saint Cornelius

(d. 253)

Saint Cornelius’ Story

There was no pope for 14 months after the martyrdom of Saint Fabian because of the intensity of the persecution of the Church. During the interval, the Church was governed by a college of priests. Saint Cyprian, a friend of Cornelius, writes that Cornelius was elected pope “by the judgment of God and of Christ, by the testimony of most of the clergy, by the vote of the people, with the consent of aged priests and of good men.”

The greatest problem of Cornelius’s two-year term as pope had to do with the Sacrament of Penance and centered on the readmission of Christians who had denied their faith during the time of persecution. Two extremes were finally both condemned. Cyprian, primate of North Africa, appealed to the pope to confirm his stand that the relapsed could be reconciled only by the decision of the bishop.

In Rome, however, Cornelius met with the opposite view. After his election, a priest named Novatian (one of those who had governed the Church) had himself consecrated a rival bishop of Rome—one of the first antipopes. He denied that the Church had any power to reconcile not only the apostates, but also those guilty of murder, adultery, fornication, or second marriage! Cornelius had the support of most of the Church (especially of Cyprian of Africa) in condemning Novatianism, though the sect persisted for several centuries. Cornelius held a synod at Rome in 251 and ordered the “relapsed” to be restored to the Church with the usual “medicines of repentance.”

The friendship of Cornelius and Cyprian was strained for a time when one of Cyprian’s rivals made accusations about him. But the problem was cleared up.

A document from Cornelius shows the extent of organization in the Church of Rome in the mid-third century: 46 priests, seven deacons, seven subdeacons. It is estimated that the number of Christians totaled about 50,000. He died as a result of the hardships of his exile in what is now Civitavecchia.

Reflection

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It seems fairly true to say that almost every possible false doctrine has been proposed at some time or other in the history of the Church. The third century saw the resolution of a problem we scarcely consider—the penance to be done before reconciliation with the Church after mortal sin. Men like Cornelius and Cyprian were God’s instruments in helping the Church find a prudent path between extremes of rigorism and laxity. They are part of the Church’s ever-living stream of tradition, ensuring the continuance of what was begun by Christ, and evaluating new experiences through the wisdom and experience of those who have gone before.

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16th September >> Mass Readings (USA)

Saints Cornelius, Pope, and Cyprian, Bishop, Martyrs 

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Monday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time.

Monday, Twenty Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Red. Year: B(II))

(Readings for the feria (Monday))

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading 1 Corinthians 11:17-26, 33 If there are divisions among you, then you do not eat the Lord’s supper.

Brothers and sisters: In giving this instruction, I do not praise the fact that your meetings are doing more harm than good. First of all, I hear that when you meet as a Church there are divisions among you, and to a degree I believe it; there have to be factions among you in order that also those who are approved among you may become known. When you meet in one place, then, it is not to eat the Lord’s supper, for in eating, each one goes ahead with his own supper, and one goes hungry while another gets drunk. Do you not have houses in which you can eat and drink? Or do you show contempt for the Church of God and make those who have nothing feel ashamed? What can I say to you? Shall I praise you? In this matter I do not praise you. For I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you, that the Lord Jesus, on the night he was handed over, took bread and, after he had given thanks, broke it and said, “This is my Body that is for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” In the same way also the cup, after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my Blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me.” For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes. Therefore, my brothers and sisters, when you come together to eat, wait for one another.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 40:7-8a, 8b-9, 10, 17

R/ Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

Sacrifice or oblation you wished not, but ears open to obedience you gave me. Burnt offerings or sin-offerings you sought not; then said I, “Behold I come.”

R/ Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

“In the written scroll it is prescribed for me, To do your will, O my God, is my delight, and your law is within my heart!”

R/ Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

I announced your justice in the vast assembly; I did not restrain my lips, as you, O LORD, know.

R/ Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

May all who seek you exult and be glad in you And may those who love your salvation say ever, “The LORD be glorified.”

R/ Proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes again.

Gospel Acclamation John 3:16

Alleluia, alleluia. God so loved the world that he gave his only-begotten Son, so that everyone who believes in him might have eternal life. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Luke 7:1-10 Not even in Israel have I found such faith.

When Jesus had finished all his words to the people, he entered Capernaum. A centurion there had a slave who was ill and about to die, and he was valuable to him. When he heard about Jesus, he sent elders of the Jews to him, asking him to come and save the life of his slave. They approached Jesus and strongly urged him to come, saying, “He deserves to have you do this for him, for he loves our nation and he built the synagogue for us.” And Jesus went with them, but when he was only a short distance from the house, the centurion sent friends to tell him, “Lord, do not trouble yourself, for I am not worthy to have you enter under my roof. Therefore, I did not consider myself worthy to come to you; but say the word and let my servant be healed. For I too am a person subject to authority, with soldiers subject to me. And I say to one, ‘Go,’ and he goes; and to another, ‘Come here,’ and he comes; and to my slave, ‘Do this,’ and he does it.” When Jesus heard this he was amazed at him and, turning, said to the crowd following him, “I tell you, not even in Israel have I found such faith.” When the messengers returned to the house, they found the slave in good health.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saints Cornelius, Pope, and Cyprian, Bishop, Martyrs 

(Liturgical Colour: Red. Year: B(II))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading 2 Corinthians 4:7-15 Always carrying about in the body the dying of Jesus.

Brothers and sisters: We hold this treasure in earthen vessels, that the surpassing power may be of God and not from us. We are afflicted in every way, but not constrained; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying about in the body the dying of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our body. For we who live are constantly being given up to death for the sake of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may be manifested in our mortal flesh. So death is at work in us, but life in you. Since, then, we have the same spirit of faith, according to what is written, I believed, therefore I spoke, we too believe and therefore speak, knowing that the one who raised the Lord Jesus will raise us also with Jesus and place us with you in his presence. Everything indeed is for you, so that the grace bestowed in abundance on more and more people may cause the thanksgiving to overflow for the glory of God.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 126:1bc-2ab, 2cd-3, 4-5, 6

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

When the LORD brought back the captives of Zion, we were like men dreaming. Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with rejoicing.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Then they said among the nations, “The LORD has done great things for them.” The LORD has done great things for us; we are glad indeed.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Restore our fortunes, O LORD, like the torrents in the southern desert. Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Although they go forth weeping, carrying the seed to be sown, They shall come back rejoicing, carrying their sheaves.

R/ Those who sow in tears shall reap rejoicing.

Gospel Acclamation 2 Corinthians 1:3b-4

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed be the Father of compassion and God of all encouragement, who encourages us in our every affliction. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel John 17:11b-19 The world hated them.

Jesus raised his eyes to heaven and prayed, saying: “Holy Father, keep them in your name that you have given me, so that they may be one just as we are one. When I was with them I protected them in your name that you gave me, and I guarded them, and none of them was lost except the son of destruction, in order that the Scripture might be fulfilled. But now I am coming to you. I speak this in the world so that they may share my joy completely. I gave them your word, and the world hated them, because they do not belong to the world any more than I belong to the world. I do not ask that you take them out of the world but that you keep them from the Evil One. They do not belong to the world any more than I belong to the world. Consecrate them in the truth. Your word is truth. As you sent me into the world, so I sent them into the world. And I consecrate myself for them, so that they also may be consecrated in truth.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[dfroza]

Today’s reading from the ancient books of Proverbs and Psalms

for june 20 of 2024 with Proverbs 20 and Psalm 20, accompanied by Psalm 1 for the 1st day of Astronomical Summer, and Psalm 22 for day 172 of the year (with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 2nd revolution this year)

[Proverbs 20]

Too much wine begins to mock you,

too much strong drink leads to noisy fights,

and whoever is misled by either is not wise.

A king’s wrath strikes fear like a lion’s roar;

those who provoke him to anger sentence themselves to death.

Honor is due those who refuse to fight at the drop of a hat,

but every fool jumps at an opportunity to quarrel.

A slacker procrastinates when it is time to plow;

so when it’s time for harvest, there are no crops in the field.

The real motives come from deep within a person—as from deep waters—

but a discerning person is able to draw them up and expose them.

Most people claim to be loyal,

but can anyone find a trustworthy person?

The right-living act with integrity;

the children who follow their example are happy.

When a king sits on his throne as judge,

he ferrets out all evil and scatters it with his royal stare.

Who can say, “I have cleaned my heart”?

or who can proclaim, “I am purified from sin”?

False weights and differing measures are alike:

both are disgusting to the Eternal.

Youth reveal their true natures by their actions

whether they do what is pure and right or not.

Ears to listen, eyes to see—

the Eternal designed them both.

Do not fall in love with sleep, or you will awake a poor person.

Stay awake, get to work, and you will have more than enough food.

“Bad quality for a bad price,” bargains the buyer;

but then he runs off with his prize in tow, bragging, “What a steal!”

Gold and rubies abound,

but lips that utter knowledge are a rare jewel.

If someone guarantees a stranger’s debt, hold his garment as collateral;

if that stranger is a foreigner, hold the creditor responsible.

At first the bread of lies tastes sweet

until guilt reduces it to gravel in the mouth.

Plans are finalized on the basis of good counsel,

so only go to war when you have wise instructions.

A gossip will reveal your secrets!

So avoid the company of people who talk openly and foolishly.

If someone pronounces a curse on his parents,

the lamp of his life will be snuffed out as complete darkness creeps in.

An inheritance acquired hastily at first

will end up not being blessed after all.

Do not say, “I will get even for this evil.”

Wait for the Eternal; He will defend you.

He despises dishonesty in business;

false weights and deceptive scales are wrong.

Every one of our steps is directed by Him;

so how can we attempt to figure out our own way?

Those who rashly dedicate something to God are trapped;

only afterward do they realize what they’ve promised.

A wise king weeds out the wrongdoers,

then drives over them with his threshing wheel of justice.

The lamp of the Eternal illuminates the human spirit,

searching our most intimate thoughts.

Loyal love and faithfulness safeguard the king;

his throne is perpetuated through loyal love.

The best asset of youth is the strength of the body,

but the beauty of age is gray hair.

Severe punishment scrubs away evil,

and tough blows scour the innermost parts.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 20 (The Voice)

[Psalm 20]

For the worship leader. A song of David.

May the Eternal’s answer find you, come to rescue you,

when you desperately cling to the end of your rope.

May the name of the True God of Jacob be your shelter.

May He extend hope and help to you from His holy sanctuary

and support you from His sacred city of Zion.

May He remember all that you have offered Him;

may your burnt sacrifices serve as a prelude to His mercy.

[pause]

May He grant the dreams of your heart

and see your plans through to the end.

When you win, we will not be silent! We will shout

and raise high our banners in the great name of our God!

May the Eternal say yes to all your requests.

I don’t fear; I’m confident that help will come to the one anointed by the Eternal:

heaven will respond to his plea;

His mighty right hand will win the battle.

Many put their hope in chariots, others in horses,

but we place our trust in the name of the Eternal One, our True God.

Soon our enemies will collapse and fall, never to return home;

all the while, we will rise and stand firm.

Eternal One, grant victory to our king!

Answer our plea for help.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 20 (The Voice)

[Book One]

Book One (Psalms 1–41) is attributed almost entirely to David; all but four of the psalms (1–2; 10; 33) are ascribed to him. In Hebrew Psalm 10 is a continuation of Psalm 9 because it was composed as an acrostic poem. Likewise, many Hebrew manuscripts combine Psalm 33 with 32. Only later are these divided into separate psalms. Psalm 1 sets the stage for the entire collection by explaining that the study of the Word of God is the foundation of a meaningful, prosperous life.

[Psalm 1]

God’s blessings follow you and await you at every turn:

when you don’t follow the advice of those who delight in wicked schemes,

When you avoid sin’s highway,

when judgment and sarcasm beckon you, but you refuse.

For you, the Eternal’s Word is your happiness.

It is your focus—from dusk to dawn.

You are like a tree,

planted by flowing, cool streams of water that never run dry.

Your fruit ripens in its time;

your leaves never fade or curl in the summer sun.

No matter what you do, you prosper.

For those who focus on sin, the story is different.

They are like the fallen husk of wheat, tossed by an open wind, left deserted and alone.

In the end, the wicked will fall in judgment;

the guilty will be separated from the innocent.

Their road suddenly will end in death,

yet the journey of the righteous has been charted by the Eternal.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 1 (The Voice)

[Psalm 22]

For the worship leader. A song of David to the tune “Deer of the Dawn.”

My God, my God, why have You turned Your back on me?

Your ears are deaf to my groans.

O my God, I cry all day and You are silent;

my tears in the night bring no relief.

Still, You are holy;

You make Your home on the praises of Israel.

Our mothers and fathers trusted in You;

they trusted, and You rescued them.

They cried out to You for help and were spared;

they trusted in You and were vindicated.

But I am a worm and not a human being,

a disgrace and an object of scorn.

Everyone who sees me laughs at me;

they whisper to one another I’m a loser; they sneer and mock me, saying,

“He relies on the Eternal; let the Eternal rescue him

and keep him safe because He is happy with him.”

But You are the One who granted me life;

You endowed me with trust as I nursed at my mother’s breast.

I was dedicated to You at birth;

You’ve been my God from my mother’s womb.

Stay close to me—

trouble is at my door;

no one else can help me.

I’m surrounded by many tormenters;

like strong bulls of Bashan, they circle around me with their taunts.

They open their mouths wide at me

like ravenous, roaring lions.

My life is poured out like water,

and all my bones have slipped out of joint.

My heart melts like wax inside me.

My strength is gone, dried up like shards of pottery;

my dry tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;

You lay me in the dust of death.

A throng of evil ones has surrounded me

like a pack of wild dogs;

They pierced my hands and ripped a hole in my feet.

I count all my bones;

people gawk and stare at me.

They make a game out of dividing my clothes among themselves;

they cast lots for the clothes on my back.

But You, O Eternal, stay close;

O You, my help, hurry to my side.

Save my life from violence,

my sweet life from the teeth of the wild dog.

Rescue me from the mouth of the lion.

From the horns of the wild oxen, You responded to my plea.

I will speak Your Name to my brothers and sisters

when I praise You in the midst of the community.

You who revere the Eternal, praise Him—

descendants of Jacob, worship Him;

be struck with wonder before Him, all you children of Israel.

He’s not put off

by the suffering of the suffering one;

He doesn’t pretend He hasn’t seen him;

when he pleaded for help, He listened.

You stir my praise in the great assembly;

I will fulfill my vows before those who humble their hearts before Him.

Those who are suffering will eat and be nourished;

those who seek Him will praise the Eternal.

May your hearts beat strong forever!

Those from the farthest reaches of the earth will remember

and turn back to look for the Eternal;

All the families of the nations

will worship You.

The Eternal owns the world;

He exercises His gentle rule over all the nations.

All the wealthy of the world will eat and worship;

all those who fall in the dust will bow before Him,

even the life that is headed to the grave.

Our children will serve Him;

future generations will hear the story of how the Lord rescued us.

They will tell the generations to come

of the righteousness of the Lord,

of what He has done.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 22 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

Jesus prayed this individual lament from the cross (Matthew 27:46; Mark 15:34). Though it begins with a sense of abandonment, it ends on a triumphant note.

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Bringing India to Bali: A Guide to Bali’s Famous Indian Restaurant

Bali is one of the most famous islands in Indonesia. It has a rich, vibrant culture and offers diverse activities to tourists. This is why Bali has been one of the hottest tourist destinations for quite some time now.

But what about the food? If you are on vacation on the stunning island of Bali and are looking for some delicious Indian food to gorge on, we’ve got you covered. Punjabi Grill is a famous Indian restaurant in Bali that offers mouth-watering delicacies from Punjab and other parts of the subcontinent. This restaurant does justice to the rich and sumptuous flavors of Indian cuisine by serving you the most authentic dishes.

Before we look at what the best family restaurant in Balihas to offer, let us delve into why Indian cuisine is so popular all over the world.

Flavor: Indian food is famous for its rich, wholesome flavors, ranging from spicy to sweet and sour, bitter and tangy. These diverse flavors add to its brilliant taste.

Taste: Indian cuisine offers delicacies that are vastly diverse in taste, but all equally rich and aromatic. There are dishes to suit everyone’s palate.

Ingredients: Indian recipes have been passed down the generations over hundreds of years. These recipes use ingredients which are known for their health benefits, taste and aroma. The authentic spices used in Indian food are unlike no other.

Health benefits: As mentioned above, the ingredients used in Indian dishes have many scientific uses and health benefits. Several Indian recipes employ the ancient science of Ayurveda to bring the healthiest and most balanced meal to the table.

Hence Indian cuisine is famous not only in the subcontinent but also all over the world. So if you crave some Indian food while on vacation in Bali, Punjabi Grill is the ideal option. It boasts recipes with signature spices and authentic taste, that are sure to linger on your taste buds.

Here is a detailed guide to this famous Indian restaurant in Bali and what it offers on its menu:

Soups and Raita: Punjabi Grill stirs up some of the most delicious soups, like chicken clear soup, tomato soup, dal shorba and mushroom pudina. It also offers raita options which are incredible for digestion, like cucumber raita, mixed raita and boondi raita.

Tandoori dishes: Punjabi Grill offers authentic smoky flavors directly from their tandoor, with dishes like tandoori chicken, Afghani chicken, tangri kebab, kalmi kebab and burnt garlic tikka.

Vegetarian dishes: If you are strictly vegetarian, this restaurant also has some delicious vegetarian dishes like paneer banjara tikka, veg platter, dal makhani, aloo matter and navratan kurma.

Non-vegetarian dishes: Punjabi Grill has some of the best Indian non-veg delicacies like chicken do pyaza, kadai chicken, mutton vindaloo, prawn curry, fish tikka masala and egg curry.

Rice and Indian bread: This eatery has various options for rice, such as vegetable pulao, chicken fried rice and vegetable biryani. Flatbread choices include garlic naan, stuffed naan, Amritsari missi roti, lacha paratha and many more.

Indo-Chinese dishes: If you think Punjabi Grill simply has North-Indian options, you’re mistaken. If you crave Indo-Chinese, this restaurant has some amazing options for that too. They offer Schezwan fried rice, Veg Manchurian, Chicken 65 and other dishes.

Conclusion

Punjabi Grill has professionally trained and skilled Indian chefs who bring the authentic flavors of India to you through their diverse delicacies. This restaurant offers you the most famous dishes from India, their rich and aromatic flavors genuinely unparalleled. With courteous staff and a beautiful ambiance, Punjabi Grill is your go-to if you are looking for the best family restaurant in Bali for a sumptuous dinner on the island.