#let's keep challenging god

[tiddiesoutwhenthetisout]

not me curling my laptop charger wire the way you curl band equipment cords HAHAHA god i miss it

[starry-bi-sky]

Another Danyal Al Ghul art dump! Minor compared to other ones but I quite like these ones.

[ae-cha08]

The prophet Isaiah says that when God pays you back, “He will give you a twofold recompense.” That means God will pay you back double.

In the Scripture, it wasn’t a coincidence that after all the heartache and pain that Job went through, he came out with double what he had before the testing of his faith.

When you’re in an unfair situation, instead of getting sour, have a new perspective—that just qualified you for double. They meant it to harm you, but God is going to use it to promote you. When He pays you back, you’re going to come out loaded down with blessings. ✨️

[catsafari25]

After reading Challenge of the Hordika, I'm still lowkey obsessed with the implications of the Hordika not only deferring from entering the Great Temple out of reverence, but because it almost tangibly felt wrong

Imagine. You return to a place of great spiritual importance. A holy ground. Even the wild rahi seem to sense that because it's almost untouched. It's meant to be a sanctuary for you. Home. This is the place where you were changed into heroes, where Mata Nui allegedly chose you to step up into the role of Toa, where you put aside your previous life for this one

and you can't enter

You discover you are now fundamentally antithetical to the temple and everything it represents.

By now, you've come to suspect the Rahaga who work alongside you have a similar story to tell – that they were also Toa once, altered and deformed – but they can enter. The temple – not their temple, but yours – doesn't abhor them. It doesn't halt them in their steps, repulse them, detest them as it does you now

(maybe it's the Hordika venom, a corruption, as the Rahaga assume, but maybe it's something deeper, you fear. maybe the temple now knows its mistake, maybe it knows you weren't Mata Nui-chosen, but Makuta-chosen instead....)

Anyway! Yeah, I'm obsessed with the understated horror of the Toa discovering they are no longer welcome in the Great Temple and all the emotional ramifications of that!

[violetsandmagpies]

i love so much how our perception of what beatrice and benedick are to each other is so quickly and clearly established then blown to pieces.

immediately we understand that there's antagonism there, but it's at least something that's generally amusing to everyone else— "there is a merry war betwixt signor benedick and her. they never meet but there's a skirmish of wit between them." as far as leonato, hero, & co. are aware, the only thing that's passed between beatrice and benedick at this point are some foul words and no one ever suspects it could be anything more, after all how could it be? they argue ALL the time!! and yet only 79 lines later the prince and his posse have returned and beatrice and benedick are interacting for the first time in who knows how long and she ends that whole sequence with "i know you of old."

in an instant there's new subtext to beatrice asking after benedick, underlying the anger that she holds towards him, and twining itself through their first verbal spar. i've always thought of it as the audience getting a little italicized oh moment of our own as our worldview warps and reshapes to admit this fact in. it isn't just that beatrice doesn't really like this guy (understatement of the century, i know), it's that something happened between them and more than just being angry, she's hurt.

and here, benedick's carefree façade slips as he snaps to, eyes widening, jaw slackening a bit as her words completely shift the tone of the scene for a precious few seconds. in the space that stretches out before pedro interrupts their aside. after all, its in the silence after that line where the air becomes tense, intimate, almost illicit as this moment begins to feel increasingly stolen between the two of them. and, in a way, isn't that reminiscent of who knows how many stolen moments from their (perhaps not-so-distant) past? no, we don't know exactly what happened, but we know it was something kept closely between the two of them, so how could they not be thinking about it all over again. suddenly the pain we first saw in beatrice alone is, for a fleeting second, shared as they stew in their inconvenient emotions, finally face-to-face again, yet still unable to talk about it and then the moment breaks, shatters, and they are drawn apart all over again. lines must be reformed, propriety must be kept, all outward displays of emotion pushed back into the corners of their hearts, papered over with sniping and snarking.

[sisterdivinium]

Guilt served as comfortable bed sheet, as did darkness — the price for the sacrilege of love.

But a mischievous light shone briefly from outside and Jillian perceived the shapes of the woman she had spent the night adoring: scars, dimples, hair and fat which she only loved all the more, growing ashamed of her shame, of hiding her own mangled arm.

Then she saw the thin, injured skin of Suzannes’s knees and understood.

She could not hide from God.

Jillian dropped to her own knees, cursing the cross, defying it; worshipping her lover with new passion under His resentful eye.

[villainsidestep]

#< i Can confirm cyrus would actually say “im sorry” but the “i didnt know it was you” is implied (@sidesteppostinghours)

🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank u cyrus for saying sorry

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

today on my When All You Have is a D10 project: Rolling a 6 with a D100.

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1-16: Option 1

17-32: Option 2

33-48: Option 3

49-64: Option 4

65-80: Option 5

81-96: Option 6

97-100: Reroll

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if you get that last one you can reroll the ones column, tens column, or both, up to you. tune in next time for so fucking help me i WILL find an efficient way to substitute dice for a deck of playing cards

[thefluxqueen]

started the sims 3 legacy challenge. being myself i made a spreadsheet ta plan out how ta get as many points as possible n keep track of which lifetime wishes ive gotten. they dont call this thing a challenge for nofin yall like bein broke as hell ta start has genuinely got me thinkin bout the sims gameplay differently akjwerkkjwe HAVIN A GOOD TIME i love the sims

[hill-y]

You want me to look at you but my gaze is set on what's above.

[ae-cha08]

Dear Lord, grant me the faith to know that You are good all the time, even during the most difficult circumstances of this life. When I am weak, lift me up. Enable me to accept the love and comfort from others who love me, but let me rely on Your everlasting love for me. In Jesus' Name, Amen.

[truly-quirkless]

Twenty Day Challenge 2024 - Day Two

Type: Fluff Piece Timeline: Post-Yakuza Raid Location: One of U. A.'s Gyms

Sometimes, sparring sessions....end in a horrible way.

WARNINGS: A lil suggestive towards the end. Also very short, but fight.

They were silent as light reflected off the metal in their hand. Fin was brandishing a dull version of their personal blade, head slightly downturned as they took in a small breath. It wasn't even their weapon... But if it were their actual knife, they feared what they might do. How they'd FEEL.

Their gloves felt almost constrictive despite how long they'd had them, worried about the wires giving out. They shuffled, silver paint catching the sun.

They were already breathing a bit hard, a thin sheen of sweat on their exposed skin. Their clothes stuck to them in odd places, only making their overheating worse as they prepared to attack.

"..come at me." He was standing as he would any other day...but there was something more menacing in the air- nearly an aura that poured off of him, toxifying the atmosphere. Yagi's eyes flashed as Fin dashed to the left. He didn't move- keeping an eye eternally on them.

They back-stepped at the last second. A hand thrown back. Pitch-black, needle-thin threads snapped towards the opposing side of the gym. Yagi barely had to move to dodge. Fin was already twisting. The wire was retracting, pulling them along at breakneck speed- barely discernable.

Yagi snapped back. He raised a hand, feeling the metal rod Fin was using as a weapon smack against his palm. He was already turning. Another wire had snapped towards another section of the gym- the first detaching and evaporating, black mist flowing back towards Fin.

The wire disconnected as Fin spun. Their leg met with a block from Yagi, shoving them backwards- and into a roll.

He already had another metal 'knife' out. He slammed it into Fin's own weapon, feeling the vibration echo up his arm. The sting of the hit burst in his fingers, but he didn't let go.

"You're getting faster."

"No." Fin vaulted back. Their shoes activated, kicking them slightly up into the air- hovering just barely off of the ground. I don't improve. They pulled their pipe back.

Yagi was on them in a moment- his own weapon smashing downwards. They just barely blocked it with theirs. Fin shoved- Yagi was sent flying backward. He righted himself, landing on his feet as one hand dragged.

"You are." He pulled the pipe close. The two knew too much about each other's fighting style- he could see the last of the 'mist' vanishing back into the small barrels on Fin's gloves. "But..." They were readying their next attack.

"I'm faster." In a blink, he was in front of them again- forcibly knocking them to the floor from the surprise and sudden change of weight. Fin's back smacked into the concrete with a dull oomph--- the air escaping their lungs in a wheeze.

"What do you say, love?" The 'razor edge' of his weapon was pressed to Fin's neck. "....do you surrender?" One of their hands was raised, less than an inch from ripping his own away- but they'd gone still. Their chest rose and fell as they gasped for air.

"When-- Hell freezes- over." The wire shot out of their hand, knocking the pipe from Yagi's grip. Just as fast as their other, Fin had flipped the two over. However...their own pipe was also across the floor. They were less than an inch apart, breath coming in small gasps. Hazel and sky blue refused to look away from one another. "What-- about you,...give up?"

There was a twinkle to the Hero's eye as he smirked. What the Hell was he--

"..Make me." One of Fin's hands had slid to the upper part of Yagi's chest, fingers pressing into the fabric. He could see the tell-tale whispers of pink starting to burn at their cheeks. Those hues flashed with embarrassment- and he took that moment to flip the two back over, slamming Fin once more into the floor. There was another huff of air, leaving Fin gasping for it.

The two were both breathing hard, every pant echoing into the steaming air. A small bit of blood was attempting to escape Yagi’s mouth. His tongue swiped over his lips, watching Fin’s eyes catch on the action. He gulped. They were underneath him,- sweaty and gasping- his mind fell down the possibilities. Memories of the two’s past ���spars’ flickered behind his eyes.

"Or better yet..." He leaned in close, his smirk growing slightly wider. He could feel their heart, thudding just under his hand. "How about I make you, Hazelnut?" Brown hair slightly wild, their face slowly getting redder, their breath speeding up-- he was leaning in, slowly getting closer-

"For the love of..." A third voice broke the moment. Both heads immediately shot towards the source- a certain raven-haired Hero, looking as dead-tired as always, glaring at the duo. Yagi felt his own face slowly beginning to heat up as he scrambled off of Fin, trying to help them to their feet- how much had Aizawa seen---

"H-hey, Aizawa--- didja-- need somethin'-"

"Nezu wants to speak with All Might." Fin could just about feel their soul shriveling up in their chest. Aizawa's one seeable eye flicked between the two. "...you can finish up whatever this is later." The raw annoyance in his voice just about knocked Fin flat.

"Alright." He wasn't about to argue- but damnit. Aizawa was already turning around to leave, leaving the couple momentarily stunned on the floor.... "....see you later?" His voice was quiet- leaning over to give Fin a small peck on the forehead. Their silent nod made him smile as he got to his feet- brushing himself off before helping Fin up as well. "Until then."

"Yep." Fin gave a wave as Yagi walked out of the gym with Aizawa- before slumping to the floor, their face red.

"....okay...Earth,...y'can go ahead n' kill me now, please..."

[the-weeping-dawn]

In practice Shadowheart is high on Companions I can see being stuck as party lead

Unwillingly

And when I get lost inevitably later it will just feel in character and also just the natural end point for having the amnesiac lead the way.

[a-little-monotonous]

the growing pups quest, where u have to feed ur pups a lot, is TOUGH my goodness

[planetamarte]

god im so tired

[savingthrcw]

btw I'm trying to do a few replies now (at 11pm once again) because I was a zombie today, pray for me!

Also for those who don't know this blog had initially only a few muses, and it's called saving throw as a reference to tvtropes in which an author rescues a character that has been hated by fans by giving them some plot/trait that will change things, and I thought it was funny to call it that while I was writing a bunch of hated/ridiculized female characters plus ocs? Then lately I've been adding more and I was like: I guess we'll keep the url but it's not HATED fictional women anymore (there is even a guy! which is like 'and you and me and you me and your friend steve')

and then I saw the youtube comments on Nami's videos and realized also how the f.allout fandom is interpreting Lucy, the two characters that made me think the url didn't apply and NOPE, guess I'm still writing characters who get either dismissed or widely hated huh? I don't care if mine is a non-popular blog I will keep on writing every single female muse I love who is unfairly hated while their male counterparts are NOT. (Kate was one of the firsts) (also okay a few are not hated. a few I just like and felt weren't explored enough and some are ocs or basically ocs)