#lds answers

[ask-ldshadowlady]

LIZZIEEEEEE WIFEEEE

IVE GOT A BIG PROBLEMMMM

- @ask-smallishbeans

what did you do now

[rkirsch]

really wanted ransom to have a silly jab at brad for that thing hes growing on his face

[disciplecat]

i was at relief society when one of the older ladies at church (i’m using this as an excuse for her ignorance) made a comment how if she’s having a faith based conversation and someone mentions that they are anything OTHER than LDS — she simple tunes them out. their opinion is irrelevant to her and she does not care anymore because they are wrong.

as members of the church we are used to being ignored and judged for our faith but there comes a point where we have to acknowledge our own silent judgements when it comes to other people no — matter how minor they are.

in her case it wasn’t minor. if this was an year ago i would’ve stayed quiet and let her continue to spill the same hate, but fortunately i am no longer that 17 year old girl hiding a book of mormon from her parents and i know that my opinions are just as important as someone who has been here longer than i have.

i raised my hand and told her that there are millions of people who do the same to us — and if they were to keep the same attitude as her, to tune out due to difference, then bringing people to christ would be impossible.

i wouldn’t be in that room.

i refuse to believe that my parents are damned just because they worship differently. i refuse to believe that this is the only way and i was just “extremely lucky” because i was able to find it. my mothers prayers sound different when she hums them over me, but they still feel all the same. on easter, i go to church twice because there’s a girl inside me that still does the sign of the cross and hangs a rosary over rear view mirror. religion is so confusing at times, but it only has to make sense to you.

God loves you regardless of what building you walk into, but it’s our job to make sure that people feel comfortable walking into ours — that the seat next to us is full of love.

[athena-xox]

Ok this is something that’s been on my mind for a while but it took me forever to get screenshots

But like … what are these presents?! We see a whole bunch off backgrounders holding these at the start of legacy day

Is it a tradition to give gifts on legacy day? Is that maybe what their ancestral gowns are kept in? I’ve NEVER seen anyone acknowledge these

[gay-mormon-wizard]

it's our fifth sunday discussion and they had us fill out a ministering survey and I the questions field I wrote "are transgender members still allowed to minister since they're no longer allowed to hold teaching callings?" and I just learned that they're reading out and answering the questions. fuck

[wandasaura]

Wanda and Nat are both such sweet and gentle souls with R, so I'm wondering how a fight would go down. All 3 of them during an argument and the aftermath of it all

˚⋆。°౨ৎ wandanat and dove don’t fight often, they’re usually really good with communication and patience, but they do get into it like any other couple. most times it’s dove that's stuck in the middle as the two avengers go toe to toe, but sometimes, she finds herself in the center of the problem. their spats are usually resolved pretty quickly though, they’re too soft to stay mad for long. ౨ৎ °。⋆˚

warning(s) — alludes to elements of ageplay/discussion of headspace although brief and non-descriptive, mentions of pietros death and canon events, primarily fluff tbh (i got carried away)

The air was thick as you stood red-faced in the doorway of Wanda’s office, flustered and overwhelmed as she trailed behind you, arms crossed over her chest, not willing to drop the topic despite your pleas. Poor Natasha was caught in the crossfire of your argument, looking between the both of you with a pitied understanding. Tension had been rising for days, all three of you had felt it, but the coil had finally snapped when Wanda made a passive aggressive comment about your recent comings and goings.

“Wanda!” You pulled at your hair, eyes brimming with tears that were both angry and hurt. You’d seen her like this a few times, but her anger had never been directed toward you. Now, her venomous words sunk into your skin as she seethed and ranted on and on about your absence and ill-mood. You couldn’t help the long hours you spent held up in the library. You couldn’t help that when you finally did return home, you were drained and too exhausted to maintain a proper conversation, just wanting to sleep. Your dissertation was due in only a matter of weeks, and you’d spent months slacking off in favor of spending time with her and Natasha. That wasn’t their fault, you’d never blame them for the choices you made, but there wasn’t any more time for games as your deadline approached, but she hadn’t seen it that way. “I’m here now!” You nearly stamped your foot, words caught in your throat as you tried to disarm your loaded girlfriend. Your limbs felt like jelly at your sides, nerves filled with static energy as you attempted to break through to her.

“Wands,” Natasha tried to interject for the second time, worry etched across her features as she watched you spiral further down into yourself as the argument dragged on, only a shell of the woman she loved. Confrontation was not your thing, both of them knew that, but Wanda had become so blinded by her own trauma, she didn’t realize what she was saying, or who she was saying it too. All she felt was that same twinge of abandonment she’d experienced on Sokovia when Pietro drew his last breath. All she recognized was that once again, somebody she loved was pulling away.

“Don’t.” Wanda flinched away from Natasha’s touch, her eyes slitted into daggers. She wasn’t seeing you, not really anyways. She was seeing red, and when she got to this point, so caught up in her head that all she saw was tendrils of chaos magic and flashes of red, it was best to just let her calm down on her own terms. “Don’t touch me.” She put distance between herself and Natasha’s soft body with a raised palm, shuddering violently as her emotions worked on her patience and outer reserve. You never liked seeing her like this, but you especially didn’t like being the cause.

On the few occasions that you’d witnessed this side of her, it was usually some moron at work that wound her up to this point, but now it was you, and you felt sick to your stomach watching her break. Standing in the doorframe of her office, your laptop still open on her desk and illuminating the otherwise dark room, you watched helplessly as she walked away, muttering beneath her breath that she was going to bed. Your heart sank to your feet as you watched the guest bedroom door swing close, flinching into yourself when the harsh slam ricocheted off the walls and bounced off of your skin.

“I just-” You looked at Natasha helplessly, not knowing what words to say to get her to understand. You didn’t have to say anything though, Natasha knew. Sadly, she closed the space between your lonely bodies, letting you fall into her chest when she was in arms distance. Your sobs broke her heart, but there was only so much she could do to ease the pain you were feeling. It was Wanda that you needed, Wanda that you wanted, but the other half of your heart was locked away and isolated all because you failed to better prioritize your work.

“I know, milaya devushka.” One hand held your waist while the other cradled the back of your head as she let you weep into her shoulder and dampen her tank top. “She just needs some time.”

A crestfallen wail rattles your chest, pleading eyes searching Natasha’s face for any indication that this isn’t real. You’ve never fought like this before, and you didn’t like the way it felt in your belly as you thought about the empty space that would take up your bed tonight. “She’s mad at me.”

“She’s not mad.” Natasha shook her head, letting go of your head so that she could grasp your chin in her calloused hand, keeping your eyes locked on hers instead of letting you hide away again. “She’s scared. You’ve spent the last few months attached to her hip, dorogoy. I know that you’ve been putting off your assignment, she knows that you’ve been putting off your assignments, but right now, I think she’s confusing your absence with abandonment. She’s not used to you being gone, just like you weren’t used to her having to work long hours in the office. She just needs to adjust, she’ll realize eventually.”

“She was mean.” You admit, tears soaking your cheeks as you rest against Natasha’s palm. She hates seeing you so beat up over this, hates knowing your delicate heart has been through the ringer at the expense of someone you love the most, but all she can do is be there for you and hope that everything falls back into place. Couples fight, especially ones in your situation, but she also knows that Wanda’s more than just a girlfriend at the end of the day. She’s the one you confide in first, the one you seek out when you want someone to understand you without having to explain anything, she’s your Mommy, and the balance of your relationship will never be as simple as just romantic lovers with a history of traumatic events.

“I know she was mean, baby. You just have to give her some grace right now.” You nod weakly, letting Natasha led you into the dark bedroom that lacks Wanda’s presence, sinking into the mattress with limbs as heavy as your heart, hoping that tomorrow is a better day.

˚₊‧‎ ౨ৎ ‧₊˚

Morning came before your body was willing to accept the kiss of sunlight against exposed skin, but truthfully it wasn’t the approaching dawn that woke you, it was the sensation of a body sinking into bed. With your head on Natasha’s chest, you knew it wasn’t the assassin that slipped in next to you, so it must’ve been Wanda. Her side of the bed had been left untouched, cold and empty as you occupied as little space as was physically possible. Her absence weighed on your heart even in your dreams, but the warmth of an additional arm slinking over your waist lightened that pain the slightest bit.

“I know you’re awake.” She whispered, her voice hoarse and gravely like it was every morning. Despite the hurt that gnawed at your belly for hours until sleep eventually took over, you sank into her embrace without hesitance, twisting around beneath the heavy blankets until your head was resting on the satin pillowcase and your eyes were locked with hers. She tried to smile, but all she managed was a weak grimace that broke your heart. She hadn’t slept a wink, bloodshot eyes and sunken in features all the evidence you needed to make that conclusion. “I’m sorry.” She admitted into the quiet of your bedroom, sniffling when the onset of tears made it difficult to keep her words even.

“I know I’ve been gone a lot recently, and I know I haven’t prioritized a lot of time for us to Wanda and Y/N, but I didn’t realize it would hurt you this much.” You whispered back, not giving her the chance to dwell on the mistakes of last night. Nothing could change what had happened, but you were willing to move on from it if she was. You missed her, you had missed her before she chose to sleep alone, but now that longing had been amplified.

“You’ve been fighting your headspace. I didn’t realize how much I would miss those little moments until you took them away, and I let myself think the worst. I’m so proud of your work, moya lyubov, I just miss us.” She leaned in to kiss your nose, laying her forehead against yours as your legs tangled together beneath the thick comforter, weeks of separation finally coming to an end.

“I miss us too.” You sighed, more than content with this simple moment, even if it lacked Natasha’s sarcastic wit. The widow was awake, both you and Wanda knew that, but you were thankful she chose to keep her mouth shut as you finally confronted each other with feelings you’d been pushing away. “Promise we’ll never do that again? I hated it.”

“Never again.” Wanda promised, “That was the worst nights sleep of my life.”

A groan interrupted your sweet moment, the redhead on your otherside finally having enough of her chosen silence. “You guys are cute, but some of us are trying to sleep.”

A giggle tumbled past your lips when Wanda rolled her eyes, red tendrils of chaos magic ambushing Natasha square in the face like the sensation of a fluffy pillow. Your laughter only amplified when the fit redhead twisted her body on top of yours, slim fingers digging into your ribcage as you wriggled and squirmed beneath her.

milaya devushka — sweet girl / moya lyubov — my love

[icarianlibrary]

Hii there, I saw that you’re Mormon, but I’ve been told that being queer as a Mormon wouldn’t be accepted. So like how does that work? Sorry if this is rude it’s a genuine question

Hey don't worry!! Always happy to answer questions about my religion!!

So, yes. I am transgender, bisexual, and Mormon?

"But pierceeeee!1!111!1!1 Y-y-y-you believe in G-G-G-G-God.... AND YOU'RE A KISSBOY??"

Yes, dear tumblr user, I am. Personally, I believe that to God our gender is less relevant than our faith. Galatians 3:28 "There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus."

And I can't choose my sexuality, so God wouldn't make me like this if it wasn't for a purpose

ALSO I urge you to look into Enuchs, what they are, and their importance in the Bible!!

[thebladesmithmuses]

@mitchftw His first thought is to make a demand, but...no, he knows better. If anything, this just needs to get over with, and they can go back to being on their seperate ways or whatever.

"Cedric...where's your book?"

Cedric glares harshly at Mitch, his arms folded into his sleeves as she grabs his wand and waits. It's unassuming as he's just looks like his arms are folded in there. "Why? So you can ruin it farther?"

[fancybac0n]

Spiritual Promptings for "Nothing"?

I've been avoiding going to church for a while while I figure out what my thoughts and testimony on it all is, I've been struggling mentally lately, but felt a strong urge that I should go today, so I went, l left after sacrament and felt actually a little worse, not by much, but a bit. As I was about to vent to a friend about it, I remembered a talk that was given in sacrament meeting. In the talk, the sister who was speaking talked about having gone to the temple to get answers to some questions, and having gone through the ceremonies they didn't have an answer, and it was all they could do to pray and ask, "what am I here for? Why did I feel prompted to come if I'm not finding any answers?" The response they felt? "I just wanted to spend some time with you" So sitting here, thinking about how I felt more anxious after church, I think my experience was the same, I think it was my Heavenly Parents wanting me to "spend time" with them again. And I think that's so sweet of them.

[ask-ldshadowlady]

MY WIFEE!! I MISSED YOU!!

@ask-smallishbeans

Oh- hi hun

[lotsofsq]

Hey there! I know it's a little late for the Human Touch Ask Game, but I figured I'd send you a few anyways in case you want some drawing ideas! No worries if it's too late :D Any mashup/combination of SQ, Mr. curtain, Mr. Benedict, and/or the Ten Men for 8, 17, 20, or 43!

you are not late at all!! i love getting these no matter how long ago i did the game! also you are speaking to my heart rn with those character choices i love you so much 💖💖

8: shielding with their body

show versions but i think about nathaniel shielding sq literally all the time so this was such a good prompt for me thank you 🙏

[ID copied in alt text: a drawing of nathaniel holding sq to his chest and looking behind himself angrily and protectively. sq is shaking and clinging to his sleeve. sq’s eyes are wide and frightened.]

[majorproblems77]

What is a blorbo?

(Yes, this is open ask to rant about your blorbo)

So a blorbo is something you just obsess over until everyone is like okay we understand and then you do it more cause you love them

Sky, is my blorbo

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I love him

He is wonderful in every way, sweet innocent skyloftian child. He is wonderful he is cosey he is eepy and he is just a mood honestly

Like if you dont like sky im sorry but you is lying (jk but)

Who wouldnt love the sleepy boy innocent sweet blorbo beloved

He's eepy, it is in the game, you sit on a stool he naps to regain health

so he nap He killed a literal god he naps again

He is so lovely and we dont deserve the innocent blorbo in the world, he deserves everything ever and I love him and I just yes.

He takes up a lot of my waking thoughts

Blorbo

You've no idea how much seeing this cheered me up, thanks :)

[brothermouse]

From Mormonr

[journey-to-the-attic]

This is dad in the devildom erasure!

(Joking Dadcifer is cute <3)

not to worry! i have this in reserve