#love our girls

[dandrew-stuff]

Danai trip to Kenya🇰🇪

It seems that after her trip to Tanzania, she went straight to Kenya.

She went to the Emboo River Camp in Kenya. Showcasing the amazing Maasai women in this month’s edition of her newsletter #LoveOurGirl.

I love Danai's continued advocacy for the empowerment and betterment of women. She’s a beautiful, hardworking, compassionate, socially & environmentally conscious human being. Love her so much,she’s my role model 💗💖❤️‍🔥.

Ps: Did you notice the CRM jacket👀?

[nyf-archive]

@intothewildsea liked for a starter

Ever radiant was she against the darkest skies. Yasha couldn’t stop from staring in these moments; completely captivated and utterly entranced by that which she called her love. Her mythos. Her Niamh. And it never ceased to fail to bring a blush to pale cheeks when her beauty would catch her all caught up in the moment. Sweet nothings and endearments followed, and they would find themselves stealing a kiss from the other, arms wound tightly as if to speak the words; I’ll never let you go.

That had been mostly true. They never let one another go. Except for the day that the Amazonian was entranced, bewitched, and puppeted about like a toy. Hurting those she loved. Killing innocents. All with no way of freeing her mind from the one that laughed. To this day, those events haunted her dreams. She could swear that the laugh was always somewhere in the back of her mind. But the mile long gaze, the guilt, and the emotions would cause her brow to furrow. It had been some time now. Quite some time. She had made amends with her friends, tried to right the wrongs she had done, but still it never felt like she could do enough to truly set it right.

But even as bright as Niamh made her world, some days were just too dark. Their day went as usual. They rose with the sun, harvested, cooked, and ate breakfast, did all their chores, worked on the cottage, and did all the things on her love’s ’Honey-Do’ list. But it didn’t change the fact that the sky was dark and looking heavily on Yasha’s shoulders.

And that is how Niamh found her today. It was Yasha’s turn to feel the gaze fall upon her, and those beautiful, kind eyes are now locked on her. But instead of the admiration and love in her eyes, the barbarian knew immediately. Sorrow, guilt of her own, but worry most of all.

Her stoic look would soften as she opens her arms and beckons her beauty to her embrace.

“You don’t have to look at me in that tone of voice, you know…” A chuckle leaves her lips as she sits up taller, her curled position almost making her look like an animal protecting her innards from being attacked. “I’m okay…”

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[callmeurrbunny]

i'm just a kid

i never use my brain

i only use my heart

and my imagination

[pxxrthotie]

“I’m too old for you”

🎀My honest reaction🎀:

[v1rginsu1cidal]

if you hold me without hurting me

You'll be the first who ever did‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

[jeniffercheck]

Paris anon here! Very excited! Thinking hard about plausible and interesting ideas to suggest but I trust your writing instincts so much

aw thank you 😭 idk if you were the same anon also speaking about Shiv's past with TK in general but if you are, i've actually been thinking really hard about some of those asks and am trying to include that stuff!! i'm still trying to decide what should be implied versus directly spoken about (if at all, not sure shiv would want to talk abt anything tbh) but yeah !!

[holyspiritgirl]

You told God that you needed a sign, and He made sure this came across your screen.

God has removed you from a table where you used to sit in order to save you from a host who was serving you poison. Let that sink in.

Continue to pray. Continue to trust. Continue to wait. Continue to heal.

Our Lord isolates you before he elevates you. It may seem like everything around you is falling apart, but He has more in store for you than you could ever imagine.

You’re asking for a rose when our Heavenly Father wants the whole garden to be yours.

As Matthew 19:26 says - “Humanly speaking, it is impossible. But with God everything is possible.”

Therefore stop holding back, stop holding on so tightly onto the familiar pain buried inside your heart. Let the Lord clean your heart and your mind out in the image of his son in Christ, according to his will.

It may not make a lot of sense right now but if you just finally let go of what you have in mind, God can give you something better.

Many of us cling onto things beyond our control, internalizing them and causing ourselves stress, anxiety, depression…

Free yourself from these burdens by pouring out your heart to the Lord. Take a moment to be honest with yourself, acknowledge what troubles you, and then trust God enough to let Him take over. As you wait for God's help, remember He might be waiting for you to reach out to Him.

May God bless you all, in Jesus’s name ; Amen

🤍

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are back (from the grave)

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[elviradreaminess]

karlach my precious heart 🥺🤲🏼❤️‍🔥

[lostiel]

[icelogged]

[k8mosss]

when is it my turn.

[somnoir]

Bats and Phantoms - Part 3

Part 3 | Masterpost

Cassandra and Jasmine

Jazz has always been concerned for her siblings. Why wouldn't she? Dan was a former world ender, Danny was ghost king (or was it crown prince?), and Ellie was almost always everywhere. In all honesty, if was overwhelming.

But she'd be damned to not love them no matter what.

Visiting Gotham to see if Danny was okay was... Well, she just had to. Somehow, her brother's have caught the eye of vigilantes and that was obviously bad.

Her phone buzzed and once again she's plagued by Dan's messages.

Younger-Older-Bigger: Should I stalk Nightwing???

Older-definitely: No. Please don't.

Older-definitely: We already have to worry about Danny getting stalked by a crime lord

Younger-Older-Bigger: Yeah but I'm not a crime lord

Older-definitely: NO

Older-definitely: STOP

Older-definitely: DAN

Younger-Older-Bigger: ᕙ⁠(⁠ ⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠ ⁠)⁠ᕗ

Why? Why did they have to be like this? Weapon training was somehow the automatic bonding activity for the Fenton/Masters siblings. Dan and Danny liked to fight with sword a little too much and Ellie was all to happy to throw daggers at people. Jazz preferred her lazers and blasters (though her aim was wonky at first, it got better... She promised.)

So here she was, in Gotham... Making sure her brother wasn't being seduced by a crime lord. But of course, she was a Fenton born and bred and raised. Gotham apparently had literal alarms that alerted the entire city of a massive attack. Her phone even got an alert from... WE warning. Wayne Enterprises?

Okay... Apparently Scarecrow was running amok and plaguing the streets with his fear toxin. Oh, Danny was going to go feral.

(A couple blocks away, Danny Fenton was high on the fear and giggling to himself. Yes.)

And also Gothamites carried gasmasks around. What a wonderful day to leave hers behind.

She's already cough, closing her eyes as she desperately tried to stay sane. Her liminal and almost half a state should have made the effects different from her but apparently she wasn't ghost enough to feel euphoric.

Stumbling into the closest building she could find, she's desperately gasping when a gasmask was pressed against her face. Jazz can barely register the dark haired girl with asian features who was hurriedly hauling her to her feet and away from the door.

It takes a minute before she's registering the girl, blinking when she saw her making gestures. Again, it takes her another minute to realize it's sign language.

Thank God she had paranoid siblings who took those classes in case they couldn't speak. But with her brain filled with feat toxin, she's clumsy in signing back but there's some mild surprise in the girl's eyes. But Jazz is conscious enough to notice the tense way the girl stood, how her stance was prepared for a fight. Maybe that was normal Gothamites behavior...

At least, she was communicating with someone. Someone who's really pretty too. God, was the fear toxin making her dopy? That can't be, right?

Cass had seen a pretty redheaded girl fall to her knees, and yet she had more resistance to fear toxin than local Gothamites. It was almost interesting really, but she's not going to dwell on it when this girl was choking for air.

Words don't easily process for her but her body moves without much thought, signing to her if she was okay. The girl, clearly disoriented, looks confused before realization bleeds into her strangely bright eyes—then she's clumsily signing back.

She says her name is Jasmine, like the flower, the princess—call her Jazz, she insists.

And she replies that she's Cassandra—like the character from Rapunzel, like the girl from Greek muths—just call her Cass tho.

When Jazz is in her arms, Cass can feel some muscles through her clothes. This girl wasn't as frail as she look. No. This was a trained fighter, someone who knew how to defend themselves without a problem. Cass should be wary, but at the same time she was worried.

She knows she should be going out there and helping but Oracle had immediately told her to help the civilians in the area. Batman, Robin, Red Robin, and Spoiler were handling the situation but the civilians had to be protected at all costs. She might not be able to help as orphan in that moment but she could as Cass Wayne.

The commotion gets worse once Scarecrow's henchmen start raiding the place with every weapon they could get their hands on. She fights to the best of her abilities, watching, predicting, but what she didn't predict was a loud blast tearing through the place and shattering the window.

Cass can see a blast of green spark through the air before directly hitting the Jonathan Crane. The man is blasted into a wall, groaning before he's knocked out.

Her eyes dart to where the blast came from.

Jazz, the strange girl she has just met, was holding a strange gun.

(In the distance, Danny was still very much high and was not aware that one of his maniacal invention had actually worked in his sister's favor.)

Part 4 | Masterpost

[callmeurrbunny]